[System]
-Height: 1.97 Meters
-Weight: 49 Kilograms
-Eye color: Black
-Hair color: None
-Other (where applicable):
Species: Skakoan

Personality: Moros has a fairly apathetic view on his role as a Sith Lord. He desires power of course, and he is quite capable as both a warrior and an engineer, but he views the Sith Order like a chain, with every link forged the chain grows stronger and more versatile. He believes that the Order has not existed long enough for it to reach its full potential and views himself as simply a means to an end to continue the Sith teachings. This does not mean he doesn't work to advance the Grand Plan, he uses his position in the Techno Union to manipulate galactic trade, as well as his own skill and abilities to build secret weapons of war for use by the Sith when the plan finally comes to fruition. Having slew his master and taken the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith, Moros has decided it is time to take on an apprentice to ensure the teachings of the Sith Way live on.

Bio: Moros, born as Ket Tork on the planet Skako, where he quickly became learned in the creation of tech, whether it be droids, blasters, or vehicle parts, and found himself a place as an engineer in the Techno Union of the Republic. This was where he met the Arkanian Asiad Arran, a diplomat and merchant working with the Techno Union. Little did he know Asiad Arran was in fact the Sith Lord Darth Varren, who after evaluating his potential, took Ket Tork under his wing as Darth Moros. Moros became a proficient force user under Varren's training, although his bulky exosuit made it difficult for him to perform acrobat maneuvers and he prefers a more defense style of Lightsaber combat, the Skakoan has risen through the ranks in the Techno union, manipulating from the shadows after finally killing his master.

Equipment:
Moros' Skakoan exosuit is bulky and unwieldy as is the case due to the materials and shape required to make it, but he has spent years modifying it to make it more flexible and better armored, allowing him to be still quite effective in combat as well as lessening the constant Skakoan fear of exosuit malfunction.

Moros' lightsaber draws inspiration from his technical upbringing, resulting in a hilt that does away with unnecessary decorative pieces in favor of streamlined functionality. The lightsaber crystal is the one exception to his general belief that technology is better than ritual and history, as he does not use a synthetic crystal. He used a rare Qixoni crystal, resulting in a deep red blade that enhances his already potent force abilities.

[User]
Jenali couldn't remember what had happened after the explosion. Only momentary glimpses of what she could see with he eyes seared violently. Unable to see she freaked grasping for someone, anyone or a voice. No one answered her though just droids and specialists in the background speaking in foreign tongue. Demanding to know what was happening and in her rage of the moment crushing several medical droids before the needle injection. Rendering her unconsciousness. As she lay there drifting away in deep sedation the Techno Union specialists administer her reconstruction. First bio mechanical legs attaching the nerve endings to circuitry for movement. Her eyes now manufactured a deep ocean blue, lazer etched with the makers mark. Lastly being a permanent breathing mask, with mesh having to be attached to the burnt lining of her trachea.

With the sedative wearing off Jenali's sight came online, several start up phases before suddenly vision. She could see varying components with sudden flashes being able to see thermal to electrical wiring. Shock would've come the lingering effects of the sedative prevented such a break down. Looking down as two droids were finishing the last touches. Touching at her face piece to help with her breathing. Trying to comprehend it all, exhaling a sigh the mask operating what it could with the motion. "I'm a freak."

Her father had been no where around, so much for the fatherly love of sticking around. Getting used to her new sight as her eyes took in the environment quickly but was proving more useful than their biological predecessors. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees the the droids she crushed earlier. Feeling them crush earlier as if they were pawns in her hand, taken back the unfathomable destruction she laid in too. Turning as a shadow came into view. A Skakoan feeling a vibe of authority coming from the being. "If your the one that put me back together I thank you, but what did you do to me exactly?"

[Assistant]
Moros had remained to observe throughout the entire operation, claiming that such an extensive surgery required his supervision, both to ensure success and so that he could properly take notes of the process. In truth, he had sensed the force user the moment she was brought in and at the moment a force user who had not already been brainwashed by the Jedi had the potential to be an invaluable asset to him.

When she awoke he was there, waiting. His eyes were closed behind his thick metal breathing mask but he did not need sight to sense her come to consciousness, the sudden jolt in the Force was more than enough to alert him. He of course was masking his force signature, otherwise she would have already been overwhelmed by the dark side emanating from him, especially in her current state.

When she finally spoke his cold eyes opened behind his mask, and he turned his head to look at her. He already knew what the extensive cybernetic surgery looked like, he had been there the entire time after all. He paused before speaking, seeming to calculate his words before a brassy, metallic voice carried his words. "I kept you alive. Without extensive cybernetic enhancement you would be floating in a bacta tank for the rest of your short life."

He caught her looking around and noticed the dejection she felt. Even if she could disguise her emotions, he was far too powerful in the force to be fooled by an amateur. "Your father left shortly after bringing you to us. I doubt he will return any time soon."

[User]
"So it seems."Jenali didn't even mention her father, not in the slightest form but the Skakoan seemed to know her thoughts. A notion she didn't like but in her current state she wasn't in the mood or the health to argue with the being. Her eyes still examining the room about as she finally got used to the cybernetic sight, the sounds her mask would make though she'd never get used or so she thought. Waving away the droids so she could try her hand at walking. It had been easy enough though she'd have to get used to the new equilibrium. Walking around the small room for a few paces to test the feeling before sitting back down.

"Your in this for quite the profit from what I understand. Knowing who I am or rather used to be." Referencing her former life with the Black Sun, seeing now as she wouldn't be too much use to the organization. Having quite the amount of funds but nothing to live off of.

Her thoughts drifted though seeing the destroyed droids in the corner of the room, waiting to be scraped and re used for other parts. How did she do that exactly? It was as if she felt them in her hand before being sedated. Crushing them as if by force of will. She knew the Jedi could accomplish such feats but it was unbecoming of them to do so unless they were provoked. The notion had stuck in her head along with another. Knowing there was another group that used this particular power but couldn't finger who they were or if they even existed anymore.

"My apologies on the droids. I will compensate for the loss of materials." Looking at the Skakoan again, something didn't sit right. For good or bad she didn't know, a gut feeling she got from time to time. Exhaling a sigh or what could be assumed as one. "How did the ball up into scrap?" Probing at his account of what happened to them.

[Assistant]
"Droids are replaceable. I wouldn't worry too much about their cost." He said, noticeably dodging her question of what had happened to them. "And yes, the Techno Union does stand to gain a large amount of funds for your operation, but that isn't why I'm here." He said, stepping over to a control panel for the room, pressing a button and locking the doors from the inside, a quick swipe over the panel darkening the windows until they were pitch black on both sides, effectively isolating the pair, the only witnesses to their conversation now were the medical droids that had been brought in to replace the destroyed ones.

"I know what you did to those Droids. To my knowledge the Jedi snatch up any force sensitives long before this age, and you are clearly not a Jedi. I doubt you even knew what you could do before now." He walked over to the droids, his pace slow and measured, impossible to tell how far he was stepping due to the long robes covering most of his body and exosuit.
"Legally, the Techno Union must report and force sensitives to the Jedi Council and turn them over for their own safety." He continued speaking, even while gloved hands deactivated the droids.

"The Jedi can offer you sanctuary, protection, the Black Sun will never find you should they change their minds about your usefulness. But it will be as much a prison as a safehouse. You will be no more free with the Jedi than you were under your father. I offer a different path. The path of freedom. A life ruled by no one but yourself. You will have to work for it, of course. Nothing comes without a price. I will train you, teach you in the ways passed down by my teacher, and his before him, for the last five hundred years. And one day you will have surpassed me in power and destroy me. And from that point on you will be free."

[User]
Jenali didn't like the the wording of being to start, something seemed... off. She went along with it for the time being seeing that it couldn't get much worse. As the lights dimmed was when the concern started growing, switching her vision from normal to thermal watching him concerned on the approach. Now he was talking about the force... Yea yea she had seen and heard about the Jedi and their almighty force on an occasion or too but to think she was capable of such things seemed a bit far fetched. However there was merit in his wording, thinking back on all of the close calls it might not be all that far fetched as it seems. The more she recalled the more that she had this so called force flowing threw her.

"You know I cannot go to the Jedi." That much between them was obvious since she'd been a wanted criminal for the past four years, even with a two hundred thousand credit bounty on her head. She'd be locked in prison if the Jedi had intervened. She already knew on the Black Sun's stance, more than likely another hit would take her out. Just for the sake of politics.

Even with cybernetic sight she would given an intriguing look to Skakoan regardless. He had offered her freedom which she did have to point but ultimate freedom, a scared treasure. Staring at him and unsure how to answer. Taking a moment to think about the offer. The breathing threw the mask was a clear indication on what her response would be.

"I have no qualms about work and hell. I suffer from those aspects more so now. I welcome becoming stronger and to grow pass ordinary means. I will accept on one condition. I must ask a question" Knowing she was in no right to ask any question of him but Jenali had to know. "Why me?" If the Skakoan was so powerful and willing to teach her these way she wanted to know why, why her of all people. With no connections out of the Black Sun, she wouldn't be an ideal candidate for many things but ideal for this?

[Assistant] The Skakoan appeared to be looking her in the eyes, though behind the orange slits of his breathing mask it was hard to tell exactly. As if reading her mind again he responded to her thoughts. "Connections will not matter. You will have years to build a web of contacts throughout the Galaxy. My own resources will aid you in that. What matters is your power. Your ferocity. You may think you are broken, but I sense in you the potential for greatness."


[System]
"This country belongs to me. Now, more than ever it did whilst I was president. The abstract concepts of morality no longer bind me, and the man who has nothing to fear is the most powerful of all."
Criminal Nickname: The Hanged Man

Preferred Name: Makarid

Year Born: 2043

Age when Incarcerated: 47

 Crime Committed: Drugs trafficking/Production, Manslaughter, numerous war crimes, high treason

Personality: Cold and ruthless, Makarid has no qualms about breaking a few necks to speed things along. He has a certain predatory grace to him, and conducts himself with the deadly charisma of a jungle cat. His poker face is unparalleled, and it is almost impossible to tell when he's lying. He holds himself well, and his exterior is one of class and traditional values.

Brief History: Born whilst the world was still pulling itself from the ashes of a time of war and terrorism, Makarid was raised in a small UN encampment just outside of Moscow, which the organization was using to spearhead its reclamation of Eastern Europe. Resources were scarce, and the surrounding area was ripe with crime and debauchery.

Makarid's first job was working in a krokodil den, where he would aid in the production and packaging of the lethal substance, under the watchful eye of a man known as Uncle Ortov. Using the money raised from working in the drug den, Makarid managed to put himself through higher education; purchasing his own books and equipment to aid in his study of law and politics.

In the post-terrorist phase, the Prime imposed government in Russia was one of a capitalist nature, which did not sit well with many traditionalists, Makarid included. Joining one of the many socialist parties, Makarid used his cunning to rise through the ranks and gain a larger following for the movement, exercising exclusively peaceful means so as not to provoke the wrath of the UN.

After several years of campaigning, Makarid Ristachev became President of the Russian Federation, ushering in a traditional communist government.

Ristachev's shady dealings and practices made him a source of constant criticism from the Western World, but his entrepreneurial mindset brought nothing but wealth and prominence to the Federation.
Eventually Makarid's dark schemes were brought to light, and a Prime-backed revolution swept the country. The Kremlin was stormed, and Makarid himself was strung up from a lamppost, left for dead. It was then that he earned the moniker 'Hanged Man'.

A few of Makarid's loyalists retrieved his corpse, and managed to repair his broken neck with hyper-advanced technology, and get his brain back into a functional state.

Much debate exists as to what exactly happened whilst Makarid teetered on the verge of death, but the ex-President would claim to have received some sort of vision from his innermost self, telling him that humanity as a whole was a lost cause, and that he would be better served looking out for his own interests. Many would write off this vision as his oxygen-starved brain sending him into a dream-like state, but Makarid would go on to live by the words imparted to him in his vision.

Makarid and his followers spent the next few years committing all manner of horrendous crimes, purely for their own personal gain. Abandoning morality completely, they stole and murdered their way across the country, until they were eventually apprehended, and Makarid was locked away in the Apox Centre.

[User]
"Do we look friendly to you?"

Georgia shrugged. She wanted to come closer, but the blonde next to the red woman seemed reckless and an ally of her's. "Do any of us look friendly?" She replied. Everyone she'd seen in here so far, corpses included, looked like fight dogs, bred and born to tear each other apart.

"Not always," the red woman said. "But I can be, if you don't do anything stupid like attack somebody."

Georgia grimaced slightly. She may have a shit IQ, but she still had common sense. "No ma'am. My momma taught me better than that." In truth, she did. When your head is in the lion's jaws, you pet it, her mother's words echoed in her head.

Suddenly their eyes shifted to someone behind her. "Umm... Could I... Could I be of any help?"

Georgia resisted immediately turning to see who stood behind her, but she new the red woman would squeeze that trigger before she even had time to blink. She slowly turned to look at the newcomer, an awkward looking boy-man who seemed too not criminal. More playing dungeons and dragons in his basement or talking lore about his favorite fantasy book in a book club. He wasn't a fight dog. He was a newborn puppy, it's eyes still shut. The thought normally would've made Georgia smile, but she didn't feel too obliged with a gun pointed at her.

The group beckoned the boy-man to help them. Georgia wanted to scuff at it, but the boy-man seemed sincere in his demeanor. The red and the rebel took positions to watch other their group's back, particularly keeping their eyes fixated on Georgia and the entrance. Shit. She hadn't thought about that. More might be coming soon. She turned her back away from the mouth of the Apox, turning her back to the forest but keeping her eyes on the entrance at the group. She glanced at the skyline. Still no reinforcements.

"Oh, and... The name's Christine, by the way," the red woman said. She murmured something softer to rebel.

The empty skyline set Georgia on edge, but she stayed put. "Look," she stated. "Helicopters and dogs and tanks are going to be coming for us soon if we don't get out of here. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go stumbling into these woods alone and afraid with dogs coming after me."

[Assistant]
Slowly, too slowly for his liking, darkness and shadow gave way to more illuminated areas of the Apox - areas that would no doubt be occupied for that very reason by further threats. Hemi had already had to crack a few skulls (and femurs and necks and limbs...) to reach the corridor through which he now wove, squatting and leaping, swinging and stepping, his head as much on a swivel as was possible and his ears kept metaphorically as open as he could get them; from time-to-time he would mutter to himself in his native tongue, humming a well-known folk song even as he fractured the skull of a wounded inmate - the woman apparently convicted for murder of her own children - trapped beneath a fallen piece of debris, and with little to no chance of ever getting free.

"We must have fallen from orbit," he mused silently, only the sound of his own movement and gruff breathing interrupting his thoughts, "the entire station, hundreds of convicted criminals..." without realising it, his blood-stained mouth twisted into a sneering grin, "truly this is a battleground worthy of only the greatest!" Images of tattooed Maori warriors and kilted Highlanders began to flash through his mind, pictures and illustrations from his childhood books, barked instructions from his martial arts instructors joining them and giving him cause to remember the last MMA session he had ever had; it had been in a small club in Auckland, one of his bullies thinking himself the better man...until Hemi had nearly killed the older boy.

Booted feet moved swiftly over blood-slicked metal, one huge hand hefting a fallen piece of a supporting girder out of his path, muscles straining and his expression changing to one of annoyance - this was all taking too long! He wanted out, now!

Wait...there...a beam of light emanating from what could only be the outside world, an opening torn into the side of the fallen station and...was that people talking?! What idiots would be standing around this close to the station, having a nice conversation over a bloody cup of tea, waiting to die?

There was only one way to find out.

Gripping the steel piping a little tighter, yet keeping his arm relaxed and his body ready - like some big cat stalking its prey - he half-crouched and moved as close to the wall as he could. With steps as soft as one could get in a pair of prison boots, so not all that softly, he got as close to the entrance as he could and, with one long intake and expulsion of breath, strode boldly into the light of day.

The sight that greeted him almost sent him into fits of laughter, even as he nearly walked into the back of some bumbling blonde child, slipping to the so-called man's rear left, close to the exterior of the wreckage, and eyeing the group warily; from what he could tell there was around six of them, one certainly shot through the head - his blood and brain matter still leaking into the lush grass, something Hemi took in along with the trees, all of which reminded him of home - another man looking pained and being attended by a blonde woman, another woman looking quite uneasy in possession of a firearm but more than willing to use it.

There were others, but all-in-all it looked as if none of them really knew what the Hell they were doing...although he could see that the woman tending to the 'wounded' man most certainly knew her way around a medical kit.

"Helicopters and dogs and tanks are going to be coming for us soon if we don't get out of here. I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go stumbling into these woods alone and afraid with dogs coming after me."

"What," he half-barked, announcing his presence to the group, if it was not already known, "the fuck are you talking about?" It was a question mostly directed at the woman who was apparently shitting herself at the prospect of unseen enemies, "this station fell out the fucking sky, crashed into wherever we are, an you think they'll come an get us soon?" He wiped a shoulder of his torn suit, gesturing with the pipe in his hand as he spoke, trying not to crack into a bout of mirth, "nah, they'd have been here already, if they're coming at all."

Taking a step nearer to the group, the weedy blonde to front right, the rest of the group before him, he looked to each of them before spitting a gobbet of phlegm from his crusted mouth, "the fuck is this anyway?! You all having a little barbeque here, a little picnic or somethin? Staff meeting perhaps?" Now he did laugh, the laugh of someone who was genuinely happy and thought the entire situation hilarious, "good thing you've got a gun though," his eyes took on a much more serious expression, even as his lips continued to smile, "if you stand about much longer, you're gonna fuckin' need it."


[System]
•Age: 22
•Chosen God: Themis, Goddess of Justice and Divine Order

BIOGRAPHY
Of Hungarian descent from his father's side and American descent from his mother's, Eduard was born and raised in New Haven. Like so many who are fated to grow up in such a tumultuous city, Eduard grew up on the border of impoverishment despite both of his parents working: his father as a police officer and his mother as a stall-owner in a local marketplace. As a child he mostly kept to himself, a reserved nature he maintains to this day, but despite that would frequently get in trouble for fights and skipping class at school, despite his undeniably gifted intellect. His intention always was, after all, to leave school at 16 and join his father in the police force, a dream he always spoke about with uncharacteristic yet charming enthusiasm. Unfortunately, once he did turn 16, tragedy struck. Upon returning home from what would be his last day of school, he witnessed the execution of his parents at the hands of the Cult of Eris in their own apartment. Completely unexplained to the boy and utterly out of the blue, it's an experience that left the young Montag traumatised and with lasting mental scars. Scars that, though his reserved nature does a good job of hiding them, come to the surface from time to time.

After sleeping rough for some time, he was offered a home by a former friend of Eduard's mother from the marketplace, the owner of a kebab shop in downtown New Haven as well as an editor for a local newspaper. Now with a roof over his head, Eduard took some time to gather his bearings before, aged just 17, finally joining the police force he'd always so wished to be a part of. A recruit possessing a rare amount of talent, he flew through his training and each task that was thrown at him with machine-like efficiency. But, upon being offered a large promotion only within a year of his start, not only did the young man refuse but he quit the force altogether, disillusioned and feeling entrapped by its protocols. The dream had died along with his father, it seemed. From there, however, he turned to becoming a private investigator and used the money he'd gained from his time with the police to rent out a small upstairs room of the offices of a certain local paper, and until recently flew completely solo.

That was until he received a certain letter which would start a series of events involving murder, deception, Gods, the Fates and the start of unravelling the very fabric of New Haven itself. Through these events he would meet several curious faces including Abigail, a war-scarred and religious doctor with a funny accent, and Marie, the daughter of a dubious mayoral candidate whom Eduard saved from certain death at the cost of her father's life, an incident which has since left the city in turmoil.

With these two people the young man felt he could finally trust, he set up Montag Detectives Ltd., a rather bland name as Marie pointed out but there you go that's Eduard for you. A small team dedicated to investigating not only regular cases, but those of a paranormal nature as well. For Montag, it's imperative to keep digging deeper, to find out what really lies at the heart of this mysterious, wretched city he calls his home. To bring those who wrong to justice, whether they be the Gods themselves or the lowest scum of the Earth. And maybe, one day, get an answer as to why his parents were murdered all those years ago.

[User]
Rain slicked stones. A storm above. The crash of thunder. Lightning splits the scene; illumination lingers in the still-shot. Then, a neon glow; a streak of color against the monochrome world. A streak of blue falling onto a body. A woman. Rea Markouli. Her eyes? Wide open. Staring straight through my soul.

Cathal shook himself. The large man shifted from foot to foot, as if passing the tremor wholly through his body and back out the other leg back into the earth below. Lifting a hand he pulled the cap down more firmly, a sea draft having caught under the brim and woken him from his reverie. The salty sting in his eyes left him wondering if it was ocean air irritation, or his own tear ducts begging to be uncorked at last. Refusing to come up with an answer to that question, Cathal focused back on the newspaper in hand as he secured the cap just over the ridge of his brow where it'd shield his eyes from the sky and breeze alike.

Montag Detectives, Ltd. Hiring Now.

His eyes scanned the rest of the advertisement. He'd already read it a dozen times. Woken up to it on top of his face. Found it beneath bottles of whiskey. Seen it in dreams, floating there like a neglected band aid overtop a gushing wound. Was it holding the tide back, or was it about to get lost in the drift? Another question he didn't want to think about. Another vision to blur the waking world and sleeping into that of prophecy. This ever growing list of questions took the shape of an outline in chalk, the title of the quiz 'Rea Markouli', and Cathal's swaggering soldier's gait carried him right over it and across this wayward dock. He felt Rea Markouli at his back as he stepped into the Fateful Warehouse. He stood in the door and let his gaze adjust to the candlelight within.

"...Not quite the Sandra..." He laughed to himself. "...but it'll do."

Lowering the collar of his heavy coat, Cathal enjoyed a reprieve from the sea breeze and the cutting winds that the industry of the city produced. The latent smog and haze of the city was second nature to him, and a far cry from the artillery smoke and gas screens of the battlefield. As he took his first proper steps in, his gaze swept the room and landed on a redheaded woman-

Outside, a rogue wave washed over the dockside and slammed into the side of an abandoned junker, creating a resounding clang. Cathal went rigid, his eyes focusing on the woman in a sudden and deep clarity brought about by the triggering noise.

The cry of thunder; the neon glow; the woman; the woman's eyes. Rea Markouli. Her body strewn across the city, the city torn asunder, her eyes wide open. Always open.

He lifted a hand to his eyes and rubbed them, forcing a barking laughter as he calmed himself. Letting his hand fall away with a heavy limbed fatigue that permeated every bone of this man's being was easy; forcing the next step was hard. Montag Detectives, Ltd. The fluttering band aid of his dreams. The frayed cloth holding together the modesty of New Haven. The last train home, its light beckoning in the dark. Every footstep took him closer to that lantern. When he finally sat down, the woman's voice caught up with him. His gaze finished its sweep as he clasped his hands together in front of his groin and adopted a casual sitting stance- but one relaxed and prepared to move, a man accustomed to spontaneity and danger alike. His shoulders bounced rather than his knees, and as her words fully registered in his head so too did the presence of the others in the building. He shifted forward, a more friendly demeanor rising over his casual one, and propped his elbows on his knees and flashed a dazzling smile that peeked out from above a grizzled jawline of beard and below a trimmed moustache of minimalist intentions.

"Eh, ain't awkward a bit, missus." He chimes in. "We're all a bit on the temporary side, I find. Nobody knows what tomorrow brings; you know where you stand with a warehouse with crate tables and clean water." He takes a cup and runs a hand over his beard as he looks down into it. "...At least I hope it's clean!" He laughs that barking laughter, as he drinks deeply of the cup. He clears his throat and raises the cup to Robyn when she speaks up.

"I've been worse, and trust me there's a helluva lot worse weather to be in." He winks in a compassionate manner, rather than flirtatious, to show his sympathy at the climate. "Name's O'Molloy, formally Cathal. Don't much mind what you call me."

He finds himself swept up in Jane's enthusiasm and energy, and his introduction takes a walk out the door as he studies the girl and her frenetic state.

"Girlie, if yer worried about payin' for water, I'll cover the tab; drink, I say, drink!" He encourages her with that barking laugh again- the callousness of his laugh a stark contrast to the smooth and honeyed tones of his voice, a voice that some may find quite familiar if they were regulars in the music clubs of the city.


[System]
Age: 27

Appearance: (image or description is fine)
Cannot get images to work (>.<), so I'll just say 6-foot-3, 150 lbs. Dark brown hair cut short on the sides, Ryan is dressed in Midwestern jeans and tees from the thrift shop.

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Beta Werewolf

Background:
The son of a rancher father and a stay-at-home mom, Ryan Jameson grew up with the sun over his head and the wind at his back while mom and dad tried to bring him up right. Hard work was rewarded and good behavior would be noticed out in the real world, they said. So when dad took mom out to Topeka for an anniversary, they had no qualms about leaving their son to watch the house for a night. And when Ryan found a large dog in one of the newer remote-controlled coyote traps, he did what his dad taught him to: keep it locked up and wait for dad to grab his gun and take care of it.

When he heard other dogs howling on his way back to the house, Ryan didn't pay it no mind. Figured the strays would run together.

Of course, when he got to the front porch of the house and felt himself tackled and bit into by a pair of other dogs, he straight up lost it. And when the dogs coordinated to drag him into the fields, he passed out from fear.

After which he promptly awoke in the basement of another house (later learned to be the suburbs of Topeka). The Alpha of the pack didn't appreciate being caught in a common animal trap, making him look like a fool to his Betas. And he sure as hell didn't like being left out there until Ryan's "dear daddy" came back to put a bullet in his brain like he did to the pack's number three Beta last full moon. So he did Ryan the pleasure of informing him the pup would be taking the Beta's place.

It was a rough crowd at first, but Ryan took to the job of being a Beta with natural ease. He wasn't able to watch the news and see the search effort his parents lead, but it was probably for the better. The bony, pimply faces on milk cartons and the cable networks were much more different than his new, muscular and lean look the wolf in him brought out. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome, or maybe it was just a new love for his supernatural life, but after the first year Ryan didn't think about reaching out to his family again. Probably for the best; his dad was crucified by the media as an irresponsible parent and locked up under suspicion of murdering his own son, and his mom offed herself not long after under the media scrutiny.

After a few years, Ryan started to flex his legs and leverage his status as a dominant Beta for more freedom. The Topeka Alpha, Jared Wilks, resisted and kept Ryan on a tight leash to keep the Betas in line and prevent an insurrection, but when Mori the Alpha came to town, things changed right quick.

She ran with Topeka for a couple of days before realizing what was going on: a pack with twenty wolves wasn't the norm in her travels. Jared added a new wolf to his pack every year, while another easily wouldn't live through the change. Mori saw this wasn't going to last forever- sooner or later a Hunter would catch on and come to town and clean house. So she did the only sensible thing she could think of. She kicked the shit out of Jared and scattered the pack by force. Ryan, not sure what to do without his Alpha to follow, took to following Mori out West to Cali.

Moving out to California, Ryan hasn't fully integrated with the new pack. He keeps to himself, working at the last bar in town, "The Backhouse," as a mixer. California hasn't been the land of milk and honey he hoped it would be, but he's started seeing a human by the name of Michael on his nights off. The budding relationship between Ryan and Michael is a source of potential conflict for the pack- Ryan hasn't told Michael what he does on his "Fishing Trips" during the full moon, and Ryan has gotten overly aggressive whenever the subject of turning Michael to keep pack secrecy has been brought up...

[User]
The sight of Anton and Carlson having a shout-level conversation was not the least bit surprising to Jess. It was a bit unfortunate still, as the alpha was one out of the two people in the pack she wasn't eager to have a physical confrontation with - she still maintained the required respect for their two leaders, most of the time. Getting them all angry and upset about herself was not a smart move, specifically so since Mori and Fay had so much advantageous tension going on between one another.

"That should be enough for you. You can't take much abuse. I've seen it."

Fay's voice finished Jess' train of thought and made her glare daggers at the blonde after a moment of surprise. She sure didn't see that blow coming her way.

"What the fuck are you on about? Who gave you the right to meter paying customers intake, miss appletini?"

Jesse didn't remember a single incident that the blondes statement could be referring to - being blessed with selective memory no doubt. She was half-aware that Fay probably just tried to push her buttons, but there was a certain sense of pride swelling up. Being called out like that in a public bar was a low blow. Jess worked hard for her reputation and didn't accept the omega tearing it down because she was butthurt over a rejection from some russian thug. She pushed the half-empty glass away from her, back to the person with the bottle in her bloody - for some reason - hands.

Jess half rose from her chair, caught between getting proper upset with Fay and moving over to help Anton start a war. Both options had their advantages, both had a catch. While she knew arguing with the omega was no good and that she should by no means get provoked into throwing the first actual punch, she still lingered at the bar for a moment longer. In an unexpected and no doubt liquor-fueled turn of events, she put a hand on Kalibs shoulder.

"I think you're right, Cal. She doesn't seem quite alright to me. Maybe someone should take that bottle o' Whisky from her."

[Assistant]
"Y'know, that sounds like a good idea." The Californian said, the tiniest hint of a bite in his tone. "'Scuse me." He rolled on by, shaking Jesse's hand from his shoulder and taking with him the bottle from Fay and the glass of whiskey that was poured. "This isn't ours." With a raise of his eyebrows and a stained smile, indicating the two girls to stop trying to start something, he went over to the nice black-haired bartender and handed to her the bar's drinks. "Sorry about them, it's been a weird night." The apologetic tone of his voice was sincere as he fished out some more bills to pay for whatever Fay and Jesse had drank.

Turning once again to his pack members, "Something is definitely up and we're leaving. I'll go get Anton. Can we save this for the apartments?" He didn't want an all-out fight happening right there behind the counter with innocent people hanging all around when there was more important things to do. "We can continue arguing until the second coming of Jesus but right now we should start heading home." As he took his leave of them, he quietly hoped that neither of the two would jump him in the night or something. Jesse was scary enough with her devil-may-care attitude and love for fights but adding Fay to the mix wasn't helping much either. He wanted to be friends with his fellow wolves but if they kept trying to incite something, then something had to be done.

He went to aid Carlson in his endeavor to have Anton stop drinking. The incident with Anton had happened before Kalib had joined the pack and at first he felt bad for Anton's situation, hoping maybe he could help her out one day. But since then he realized what was really up and now wanted all this stuff with Anton to stop because that is no way to move on.

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Carlson

Carlson turned to Kalib, and firmly stated - seeming to ignore Anton's whining and insubordinace "Kalib, get Anton back to the apartments. I am done dealing with her like a whining child." He said evenly, and with purpose. He had more important things to do, and he quickly realized that Anton's alcohol issue was not his problem- not right now anyway. He then, finally, turned to Stiofan "Don't follow them, Stephen, please" He requested "I will gather the Omegas tomorrow and draw up a battle plan of sorts. I don't like this just as much as you don't.... also, I want you there at the Omega meeting, is that clear?"

Nanix

Nanix grabbed Anton's arm "Who the HELL do you think you are?? That broken bottle is gonna come right out of my paycheck you twit!" She was not above yelling, like Carlson was, and she certainly was ready to kick Anton out.

[Assistant]
Wow, this is going surprisingly well! He had very little experience with women, since life as a hunter does not leave much time for leisure.

Anthar put on his best smile, trying not to look nervous and said: "That is why I came here after all. And I won't mind sharing my drink with a pretty lady like yourself!"
He noticed her eyeing his muscular torso. That is one of the perks of being a werewolf hunter.
He opened the door to the bar, and held it open for her, remembering the laws of etiquette. The moment he opened the door, the raucous sound of yelling came rushing out at him. There was a strong smell of alcohol and he could see blood drops all over the floor. The place was full of people, mostly between the ages of 20 and 30, and they all seemed to be angry. This isn't how I remember bars looking like.
He didn't see anyone he knew inside. Not that he was surprised, he was new to this town, but anyway he had already found someone to talk to, or so it would seem.

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Mori

Mori's mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to figure out whether this guy was a hunter in disguise, or was he just a random guy, wanting nothing but to get into some woman's pants. Either way, she decided to play it safe. As a woman she didn't care much for romance or male chivalry, so she'd never expect any man to hold the door for her the way this stranger did. Not really knowing how to respond, she just smiled akwardly, and stepped inside the bar, where chaos still persisted. At that point, Mori haven't had a plan yet as what to do with a possible hunter by her side, but she figured it would be better to handle things by herself. By the looks of it, she couldn't rely on anyone from her pack at that moment, because they all seemed to be busy with either Anton's or Fay's trouble-making. But still, she should at least tell someone of her intentions.

''Hey, I'm going to get us a bottle, and then we can head somewhere more quiet than this. There's a free storage room near the toilettes. I'm sure nobody will disturb us there,'' Mori purred with a seductive voice, she didn't knew she had up to that point, and winked at him. She then turned around, and almost throw up a little in her mouth, being disgusted by this whole flirting thing. She walked toward the bar, completely ignoring everything that was going on there, including Fay and her raging. She again approached Kalib, who seemed a bit confused, and frustrated, probably by the fact that no one was listening to him. ''Calib,'' she called for him. ''Change of plans. We are staying. I think we have a hunter in our midst. I'm going to go check him out. Privately. Inform Carlson. Be ready if something goes wrong,'' she instructed him quickly, while grabbing the first bottle of alcohol she could reach. She then took a walk back to her date, took his hand and pulled him toward the toilettes.

[Assistant]
Dammit all, but he hated Pack Night. Anton always got completely knocked off her rocker, the place became a mess, and Ryan had to leave early with everyone (full moon and all that), leaving Avery to clean up after this pack of mutts.

Ryan had been able to mitigate this mess by hiding Anton's "jet fuel" vodka in a separate cooler from the rest of the hard stuff. He couldn't NOT sell to The Backhouse's most lucrative customer, but Mori's dislike of the hard drinking was well known. So Ryan took the initiative in hiding the heavy stuff in the meat locker.

It was all well and good until his phone started buzzing.

Michael.

"Hey babe! What's up?"

"Hey hon, just calling to let you know I can't find the house key, so the front door is going to be unlocked. That cool?"

Not in the slightest. Aside from the usual home invaders, Ryan had a nasty feeling that, tonight of all nights, they needed to lock up the house. But he couldn't force Michael to stay home all night, not with his boyfriend already pissed and suspicious about the "Fishing trip" tonight.

"Yeah babe. That's cool. I'll call one of the neighbors and ask them to keep an eye on the place."

Of course, there was a loud crash of glass on hard floor, along with Anton's cursing from the regular booze cooler. Dammit all to hell!

"Listen babe, gotta go- I love you!"

"Bye."

Great. Not even an 'I love you too.' He was in deep this time.

Ryan snagged two bottle of jet fuel and hoofed it out of the freezer, shutting and locking the door behind him. He'd get to the broken glass later, but as he made it back behind the bar it dawned on him how packed the place had become. Full house- humans and wolves. Pretty soon the kitchen would be running orders out too.

"Anton," he said, putting one bottle on the counter and another behind it. "This is your cutoff point. Just for making a mess in the back I'll have to clean up."

Without another word, Ryan passed the second bottle of Jet Fuel to Mori. If the human didn't know what the stuff was, he'd get wasted in no time and not know which way was up. Mori would know how dangerous the stuff was to one's liver and tongue just from dealing with Anton.

Leaning in to Mori, he said "Boss, I, ah, I'm gonna be late tonight. Michael lost his house key. Gotta lock up before group meeting."


[System]
Appearance:
Nickname: Roy or the protector

Age: 37

Race: human, presumably

Gender: male

Class: fighter

Alignment: lawful neutral

Skills: athletics, intimidate, religion, endurance, heal.

Weapons: a broadsword sheathed on his belt. a dagger, also sheathed next to the sword, and a kite shield strapped to his arm.

Gear: full iron armour from head to toe, he never takes of his armour, not even his helmet. A small satchel lies at his hips containing a small loaf of bread and a skin of water, he only has 100 gold to his name.

Personality/back story: though he is not a paladin he is a religious man, he believes in a higher being, a god; but he does not serve him, he is a soldier instead, a veteran who joined the adventurers to fight off the orcs. Elroy is very protective of his friends, he shows this by wielding a kite shield in battle, protecting those who cannot protect themselves.

Elroy was born in a chantry, an orphanage, when he was able to hold a sword he was conscripted into the army, his age was, however, fourteen years young. He grew in battle, fighting neighbouring nations in the army of Aldarina, he made a name for himself, the protector, living to protect the land of Aldarina with his shield. Years later, with the coming of the orcs, he is sent to kill the Orc war chief and end the madness that brought down these lands.

[User]
HELP WANTED!
Explorers and Fighters needed! A band of Orcs threatens to destroy the whole nation! The King of Aldarina has placed a bounty of 100,000 gold to anyone that wants to defend his land from the evil monsters. All who wish to help must arrive at the Castle on the Eve of the Lantern of Lights Festival at the Castle entrance hall.

The King of Aldarina has sent out all of his servants and workers to spread thousands of wanted posters all around town and surrounding towns as well. He is in dire need of brave hearted people for a dangerous quest. He knows only the strongest people will be able to do the job he needs to but he is desperate. The festival day is two days away so everyone is to head to meet the king that day. Hopefully people arrive soon, or the country is doomed.

~*~*~*~

Esmeralda walked up towards the entrance to the castle. She looked behind her to see her friend Morthos close behind her. "We are almost there. It should be just up ahead." She said as she was careful to keep her face hidden in her hood. She did not want to get spotted as a thief before she could see the king. Then she would be in a jail cell versus making more money then she has ever even seen before. She wondered how hard this job would be. She knew that killing Orcs is always a challenge, but she knew she had what it took to get the job done.

Ban was sitting on one of the couches in the entrance hall snoozing away. He arrived earlier that morning and wanted to be the first in line for the fortune. He actually hoped no one else would show up so he could ask for more money. He knew that was unlikely to happen...but it was a possibility. This job was very challenging after all. Not everyone has the guts to take on Orcs in cold blood, even if they are terrorizing the town. He sat up and stretched out looking to see if anyone else would arrive soon.

[Assistant]
Mable

Mable was the first to enter the common area Ban was watching. Mable was already strumming her lute trying to decide the perfect song for this city. A trail of small mice leading her inside. Mable smiled at Ban at she entered eyeing him with interest. In that moment she began to play a simple song that started out sad the melody disjointed and broken before raising the song's tempo giving it power. She thought it summed up the person before her in his dark black armor. When the song was over Mable at near the man still gently playing a more cheery tune as a reward for the mice who had lead her here.

 Kalabath

"A good nose could lead you far" Kalabeth reminded herself as she returned to Uta's encampment having scouted the nearby town. Kalabath could still taste the blood of the farmers on her fangs the warm sinew in between her jaws. Kalabath had been sent to raid and pillage the towns to the south. The idea was to spread rumors of wolf attacks drawing away the guards from there posts for ambushes by Uta. Kalabath could smell Uta's displeasure from here so kept her distance watching her mistress from nearby.


[System]
"I do not wish to fight you, but I cannot allow this to continue. So please, lay down your arms in my stead."

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title: None

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single

Age: 16

Sexuality: Bisexual

Family Ties: Unknown

Class: Singer - Similar to Galdrar, a singer's aria can provide various effects to nearby forces. While a majority of them are merely intended to inspire others, some ancient hymns contain magic, either for healing or harm. However, the song's full effect will not occur if the it is interrupted. The lyrics can be translated for easier use, though the songs are much more potent in the original tongue.

Weapon Mastery: Lance

Inventory:
Sweet Tincture
Honey and mint crackers
A quarterstaff
A book of songs

Personality: Warmhearted and possessing a gentle demeanor, Azi tends to be the one that people turn to if they need to talk about something, though he'll usually notice it whether they approach him or not. He finds joy in helping others, but has a bad habit of treating others like children. He never gets angry, and hides his sadness so that others don't worry about him. Even if he's being treated poorly, he will continue smiling. If possible, he tries to find a peaceful solution to every problem.

Azi has a habit of sleeping too much and is often singing in his spare time, if not knitting.

Biography:
A fox half-Laguz, Azi was abandoned in the woods and left to die by his parents. By pure luck, a young priest had spotted him while on an errand, and took him to the abbey. He was raised by the many kind people there and readily adopted their teachings, learning to face racism against him calmly. He found a set of old song manuscripts during his time there, and discovered his talent for singing.

Azi eventually left to discover his own philosophy by traveling the land and to help those in need. He often hides his ears and tail under his clothing, more out of habit than actually disliking them.

[User]
Victor Mortem

Victor silently followed the rest of the group down to the Mausoleum, Victor hovered his hand over his the staves tied to waist to make sure they were in good enough condition to be used for training. Victor was in the back of the group, the spot he is often sent to in training during his time the clergy he hated not being in the front lines where the hurt often stood, at least he has a Rescue staff to bring the hurt to him if need be. But soon enough they reached the entrence of the Mausoleum. Their first day of training quickly went to shit.

Before the group could do anything before they enter the mausoleum. A brutish sharp-teeth man kicked open the door and phyically assulted their instructor a young girl that looked to be a mage if her Tome was any indictaion. Suddenly before anybody could help the young woman the floor ruptured into a lava plume launching the man into a wall leaving the mage free from his grasp and back to safety on the ground. Victor liked the Instructor already.

The instructor introduced herself as LIlian, and she asked the group to introduced themselves, a green haired Cavalier introduced himself as Mikhail was first to be introduced, who looked slightly unnerving with that grin on his face. The next one was a young woman, or to be correct the only woman of the group introduced herself as Aika after a few moments of looking confused, looks like her heads are in the clouds, hopefully she is not so spacey in combat. The one after Aika was a blue haired man carrying a quarterstaff and a book in tow, introduced himself the most gracefully as of yet, with his name bing Azi. Although he seemed nice he does try to excuse others actions which is a big no-no to Victor even if it well-meaning. "Well he's not my friend... or anybody elses to be frank, but I think that he got off way to easy..." Victor replied bluntly before the next person spoke and seemed to carry the same opionion on the matter, which casued him to nod in agreement. The man in question was cousin to the King, Lord Maximillian Velmaar, also a member of the royal Vanguards, which surprised Victor, that such a high ranking noble would walk, talk and work with the lower classes like them. But it was a pleasent surprise to say the least.

Finally, it was his turn to introduce himself. Victor stood up stright with his legs and feet together and and put his hand on his forehead and spoke.

"My name is Victor Mortem, I am an Ex-priest of the clergy, I am also an ex-wanderer and I'm now here as a Royal guard trainee to make sure nobody here dies by their wounds...or die trying."

[Assistant]
Hyakuya

Hyakuya followed behind their small group as they proceeded into the forest. He had been within the castle walls for quite a while now so he managed to know who Hirotsuka was. Seeing her wasn't quite a pleasure for him. He knew what he was getting into and now he was going to train under her. He watched as the kunai was thrown towards them and the one in front was surprised at it. Well, who wouldn't be? Yes, he wouldn't say that he didn't like where this was going. Training with her might be hard but it would harden everyone.

"Hyakuya." The manakete said as he raised his hand. "Never thought I'd train under you of all people Hirotsuka." He said with a small chuckle. He then just watched as Tybalt started to speak. Hyakuya was pleased to see this. He didn't know how Hirotsuka would actually react to what he did. She had a sharp tongue and she would probably use that. As for everything else she said, he just shrugged at it. It seems the manakete wasn't all that bothered. He then smirked. "Well, well, this is going to be interesting." He muttered to himself, a little excited for the whole thing.

Now, he was sure most people were fearing for their lives right now. That was an expected reaction from new people who haven't even met the maid. Even he was mistaken when he first saw Hirotsuka. He remembered it like yesterday; waltzing out of the room he stayed in and then bumping into her. Sadly for him, he didn't manage to say anything quickly and he found himself getting an earful despite being way older than the young maid.

[User]
The Mausoleum

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Claude, even though he seemed hurt and that Azi rushed to help him, stood back up and pushed the gentle blue haired man aside.

"What the hell, brat?!" The man stood up as if nothing had happened in the first place.

Though, of course, it was obvious that he was lightly hurt after he passed out for a few seconds.

Illian turned to him with a raised eyebrow. Any normal man would've been dead from the sheer force of beign thrown against a rock structure like that, and a normal mercenary would've passed out for several hours after that. Yet, this man was able to wake up just after a few seconds.

It seems that calling someone rockhead wouldn't be more accurate ever again.

"Y-You are more resiliant than I thought." Illian said with a slight smile, showing some of her fake pointy teeth. "I-I need your name too, please."

Claude arched an eyebrow as well. Seeing the sharp and pointy teeth, though they were obviously fake, made him feel slightly at home. It ran in the family to have pointy teeth like his.

Claude relaxed his stance and let out a sigh.

"Claude. Claude Aster. Merc. Or well, ex-merc now." He noticed that everyone else was definitely judging him by his recent actions, but he merely growled at the others like some kind of wild animal.

"G-Great. We have Mikhail, Aika, Azi, Lord Maximillian, Victor and Claude. I will make sure to remember those names." The girl started sneering.

Her smile was sinister and Aika would probably feel the sudden surge of magical energy coming from her, and even those without magical talent would be able to feel it.

It was terrifying. It was scary. It was a warning of their inevitable death.

"If you can survive this, that is. Rise...!" She lifted both hands.

The tombs started moving, and suddenly, their lids started falling down and crashed against the ground. There were only pieces left of them, and when that happened, a purple arm, or a set of arms, appeared from the tombs.

They started impulsing themselves outside the tombs and then fell to the ground with a loud thud. At first, they seemed like simple corpses that suddenly started moving.

An act of necromancy, to move the corpses in order to frighten the recruits. So Claude thought at first.

Then, the corpses slowly started standing up, before standing straight before the group of young recruits.

"These are Risen. Extremely dangerous and extremely volatile." Illian explained. "We tend not to keep corpses here in the mausoleum lately so that a dark mage like myself can't use them against us. The Risen played a big part of the previous king's assassination, after all. I procured these for my test, however."

The girl said, before throwing some weapons at the feet of the Risen, who slowly bent down to pick them up.

There were seven of them in total, and all of them looked human enough. There were two myrmidons, two mercenaries, a bowman and an axe fighter as the vanguard and small fries, while a Sorcerer stood at the back of them all, wielding a tome that Illian lent it.

"I have no control over these Risen, I simply brought them back to life and because of that they will not attack me. They do not think, they only destroy." Illian continue, before lifting three fingers. "You have three options at this time. One. Slay them all. Two. Slay me and they will go back to sleep. Three. Escape and I will clean them up. With options one and two you approve. Option three will be considered as forfeiting the exam."

With that done, the Risen seemed to finally wake up from their slumber and turned their heads to the group of knights.

"Your ability, wit and courage will all be proved in here. Do not hesitate to do this. They were all scoundrels that died during the war. They deserve no pity, as they have all killed, deceived, stolen and this one over here," Illian pointed at the Sorcerer beside her, "was the one that killed our previous king with corpses reanimated like these. With that said and done,"

The first Risen, the myrmidon, threw itself against Claude with its blade up.

Illian raises her hand, "The exam has now started! Fight for your lives, or die!" and then brings it back down as she said that.

Claude reached for his sword and brought it out just as the attack was about to land.

"What the hell!?" Claude kicked the Risen's stomach, but since it felt no pain at all, his tactic failed. "These guys don't feel pain?! Get careful, everyone!"

Claude shouted.

The other Risen started attacking as well, while the bowman and sorcerer stood at the back while shooting arrows and slinging curses. The physical fighters threw themselves at the other knights.

Illian smiled all the while while she remained behind the sorcerer and bowman.

Her plan was not to attack them at all, even if they entered her range, but would certainly defend herself if they came at her, but one thing was for sure.

No one in the room could handle her. The sorcerer she had lifted was not nearly as powerful as herself, and she would show no mercy even if Maximillian came charging against her.

The physical fighters would also go after everyone trying to fell the bowman or sorcerer.

[Assistant]
Aika Lennone

Being much closer to Illian and Claude than the rest of the troop, Aika became a clear target for the first risen in the approach. The agile myrmidon dashed past the heavy blade wielding mercenaries, ducking as it drew its blade low for a slash at her.

"Waah!"

Aika almost fell onto her back as the very obvious attack came completely as a surprise against her distracted demeanor. Just barely avoiding a highly incapacitating slice, it took a long moment for Aika to regain her composure. However, within that moment, the ditsy butterfly that introduced herself to the group vanished, and in her place was the expression of blood pumping focus, the realization that a duel was upon her. She quickly darted her left hand to the sword, and unleashed the silver blade from its scabbard. The dim candlelight of the area glistened off of the razor edge as she ran her free hand across the flat of the weapon, her palm glowing blue and white with electricity as she did so.

In a flash, the blade of this longsword was coated in a sheet of sapphire lightning, which arced up and down the metal, sparking off the edges and giving the weapon a bright blue glow. "All right you eldritch horror, lets dance!" The static from her palm coursed through her body as she burst into action. She assaulted the risen swordsman with a flurry of slashes, dancing forward and pushing it back as it deftly struck her blade with its own to block every attack with similar velocity. Once the myrmidon was backed against the coffin it crawled out of, Aika lunged in for a kill thrust.

"Take THIS!"
BANG!
"What the-"

In the moment just before her final strike would fell the monster, the crash of a greatsword drove a schism between Aika and her opponent. With her lightning reflexes, she managed to parry the strike and slide back, looking up to see a corpse towering over her with an equally large blade. The mercenary risen rose its sword in unison with the myrmidon, and both of the zombies lunged forward, directing their attacks towards the young spell-blade.


[System]
Age:
20

Magic:
Drill Magic
A magic that allows the user to rapidly spin their body, or just individual parts such as limbs or digits. Drill Magic can allows the user to move quicker and even fly when used properly, as well as actually drilling through solid objects. The rapid spinning motion adds more power and speed behind attacks. Enough spin can even turn a simple attack deadly.

Magic Level:
B

History:
Beatrix Valente was born to Miguel and Janet Valente. Both Dark Mages of the guild White Hydra. Along with the title of Dark Mage, Beatrix inherited her father's Drill Magic and strength. While she was being raised and trained to be a Dark Mage, she was being raised in the guild alongside a young Maddox Colburn. The two were born several days apart and the only two children in the guild, so it was inevitable they eventually befriended each other. Only this was after Maddox was initiated as a Dark Mage, as she didn't care for him while he was still a slave child.

While Maddox only pretended to enjoy his future career, Beatrix actually did want to become a Dark Mage like her parents. Due to their similar age and their friendship, they often worked together as kids when out on illegal jobs. At ten years old, Janet Valente was ambushed by the Magic Council and was accidentally killed when she resisted. This left Beatrix with only her father as family, though she viewed the other members of White Hydra as family. As she was a few days younger than Maddox, Beatrix was more or less considered the baby of the guild, so it was clear that the others were close with her as well.

Her general life of crime and sin came to a screeching halt when she was eighteen. While out performing an assassination job with two other guild members, Maddox destroyed the entire White Hydra guild and all those inside it. Including her father. When the small team returned to find the guild hall destroyed and all the dead bodies in the ocean, they were totally shocked and blindsided. It took some time to discover the culprit was Maddox, as he was the only one unaccounted for among the dead. While the other two surviving White Hydra members decided to call it quits, having no friends or guild to turn to anymore, Beatrix decided to stay as a Dark Mage by herself and avenge her father's death.

The years after this have been spent trying to find Maddox Colburn. Of course, a life of lawlessness has led the Dark Mage to live like an outlaw. Constantly stealing things she needs to survive and simply breaking into homes to find places to sleep. Her journey to find Maddox was mostly dead ends and useless information, but several months ago she happened upon an old copy of the Weekly Sorcerer, which featured Maddox inside it. Discovering that he belonged to the famous guild Phoenix Wing, Beatrix crumpled the magazine and made her way to Magnolia.

Personality:
Full of energy and brash, even somewhat vain. And of course: highly aggressive. These are all ways to describe Beatrix. Her generally volatile behavior is perfectly accompanied by the fact she has a constant desire to break rules and laws. She is prone to do as such on mere whims, ranging from simple boredom to having one of her angry fits. While she is headstrong and not much of a thinker, she does have common sense and the capability to think before acting. This is just a rare occurrence, not a totally impossible feat. She has a soft spot for sour candies and cute animals, but not much else. Though generally despicable in her acts, she does have a strong sense of family and friendship. It's just that she has so far had family and friends of immoral aptitude, and she has thus followed suit. General anarchy is her favorite environment and she will often make the effort to change the environment around her to fit that quota.

Team Members:
None. Not like any would really want to join forces with Beatrix anyways.

Three Strengths:

1. If Beatrix has one thing going for her, it's her raw physical power. She hits like a truck.

2. The versatility of her magic allows her great ease for navigating difficult environments.

3. Quite speedy, even without her magic. Fast and agile.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

2. A little too quick to act. Brash.

3. A tendency to focus on only one thing at a time.

Greatest Love:
Sour Candy

Motivation:
To destroy the man that killed her father and ruined her life.

Appearance:

Beatrix stands at an unimpressive height of 5' 9", making her middle-of-the-road in stature. Her clothing choice varies often, but she typically prefers to wear a style similar to that depicted in the image above (short shorts, revealing tops, etc). She almost always wears tall, black boots with black laces and her signature greaves. She has a black guild mark on the right side of her right thigh, about midway up. While travelling or outdoors in general, she often conceals herself in a purple hooded cloak to help evade unwanted recognition.

Additional Details:
Beatrix Valente has a standing bounty of 200,000 Jewel in just one of the towns she has a bounty in, given to her by the mayor of Regala, the town that White Hydra used to bully the most before its destruction. She is wanted in several cities and towns across Fiore for infractions ranging from petty theft to aggravated assault to vandalism and even destruction of property. Regala is the only town she has charges for murder in. The Magic Council is yet to post its own warrant for her arrest. And of course: theme song.

Supplementary List of Spells
Note: All foes hit with any of her spinning attacks will also be spun themselves. The sheer power behind each blow makes blocking a difficult and painful task, but successful blocks or simply being strong enough allows a victim to resist the spinning effect.

Drill Magic: Breaker Fist - A powerful haymaker punch with the influence of her magic. Her arm spins rapidly as she makes the punch, adding to the pure power and speed behind it. Enough power, in fact, to break steel.

Drill Magic: Swiveling Blast - Similar to the above spell, only performed with a wide kick rather than a punch. Even more powerful than her Breaker Fist with slightly more reach, but also somewhat slower to perform.

Drill Magic: Spinning Propulsion - By rapidly spinning her lower body, Beatrix propels herself through the air. This allows her to move even faster than running and she can even fly like this. It must be noted that she cannot hover like this, as she always has forward momentum. This can be used to add even more force behind her attacks as well as for maneuvering around her environment. She can make her entire body spin to go even faster, though this limits her attacks to only charging directly at a foe to cause damage.

Drill Magic: Air Burst - Beatrix rapidly spins her arms after putting her hands together directly in front of herself, facing an enemy. After spinning her arms for a moment, gathering the air around her and spinning that along with her arms, she shoots the spinning, compressed air at her foe by splitting her arms apart. Her only form of ranged attack, and it retains the same power as any of her regular strikes. However, due to being a different composition, it has different ways to get around it. Moves at high speed and is actually quite wide.

Drill Magic: Burrowing Mole - By rapidly spinning either her lower body or both arms above her head, Beatrix can actually function like a drill and easily carve a path through the ground. Her drilling capability allows her to easily go through stone, and go through steel with difficulty. Hitting an opponent while using this spell has a different effect compared to the other ones. While her other attacks inflict blunt force trauma, this attack is actually "sharp" and will not only cut opponents but can completely impale them.

Supplementary Combat Details
Martial Art Style:
Beatrix doesn't use a named art as he form of melee combat. Rather, she uses her own self-developed style that is reminiscent of Western Boxing, placing an emphasis of a combination of light and quick strikes to open up an opponent to a heavy, hard-hitting blow. While her most common form of striking comes from her fists, her most powerful strikes are from her legs. Her leg power makes her sweeps highly effective when she uses them. While her martial art is unnamed and self-taught, it has been proven to be of a comparable status to the more traditional fighting styles.

Aside from the basic striking plan mentioned before, Beatrix's body actually has a lot of motion in her fighting stance. This allows her to bob and weave around attacks with greater ease, allowing follow-up strikes and counters. When it comes to defense, her preference is to dodge rather than to block. But she keeps her arms in and will block attacks that are aimed toward her face/head and attacks aimed toward her center of mass (with her legs more so than her arms). The general rule of her combat style: quick upper-body movements and strikes, strong lower body blocks and strikes. Due to her natural strength, and especially when amplified by her Drill Magic, even her light jabs have respectable power. Much how her style is unnamed, she has no named techniques to attribute to her martial art.

Supplementary Records
Criminal Record:
Her rap sheet has no shortage of marks. Cities and towns all over Fiore have her name on file for various crimes committed in their territories by Beatrix. The most common crimes being theft, aggravated assault, and vandalism, though she has committed far more than just those. It should be noted that she does have several murder charges related to assassination jobs of the past, though those are few and far between. Different cities have different bounties for her capture, with the highest being 200,000 Jewel in the town of Regala, and a cumulative bounty of 376,000 Jewel. Despite her "impressive" records, no actions have been taken against her by the Magic Council.

The Weekly Sorcerer:
Beatrix was featured in a brief article on up-and-coming Dark Mages that are potential threats to how magic is perceived but also don't belong to a guild. She was only mentioned by name without listing any deeds or providing any pictures.

[User]
Sasha spun, twisting through the air on instant, landing smoothly on hands and feet, launching herself up. well, at least some training was useful she thought. "you are false! You are a liar! GET OUT!" she roared the last two words, the ice forming over her hands in her anger, the ice mage uncharacteristicly hot tempered.

How dare this woman!

She approached once more, this time with slight weariness but not caring about the danger of it. Her expression was dark, and all she wanted was to get this woman out of the guild. "you shall never reach our master" soft, yet hard her voice was dangerous as she stalked towards this woman.

Penny

Penny smiled slightly "yeah, but I imagine it night be damaging to the books" she said with amusement, finish off the bottle of water. She looked over to Maser Jamie again, then back to Karn.

"I'll go with you"

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Council Library
Interacting: Penny

Tensing a little at the sight of the water bottle, the blonde boy's emerald eyes nervously stared at it as Penny finished it off. Even if it was just simple drinking water, he couldn't help but fear the familiar sense of fear snap his tendons into a tight position, as if ready to bolt as far as away as he could. Mentally, he whined about his body being uncooperative and acting on instinct alone. Maybe he lived in the wild too long? Since quite a few animals don't like water either. Like cats. Mhmm food for thought he supposed.

As Penny said she would go with Karn smiled and nodded before looking at everyone else in the room and happily waving his arm excitedly in the air, any previous emotion brought by past memories gone and back to his happy go lucky self.

"We're going to look for Gravo and YuYu and any other stragglers in the building! Stay safe!" he chirped before bouncing along back into the maze like corridors of the crumbling Council Building.

"Just let me know if you need a ride or something, or a Fira." Karn chirped happily to Penny. Once again, eager to assist in any way he could.

[User]
Before Sasha got close to Beatrix, Joshua blocked her path with his sheathed sword.
"Stay there." He ordered. His carefree attitude was gone, now replaces by an ice cold seriousness. Turning back to Beatrix, he spoke in a calm yet heated tone." I would take their advice. Leave here otherwise..."

Joshua moved and he moved quick. In the blink of an eye he covered the distance between himself and Beatrix, unsheathed his blade, and pressed it against Beatrix's neck.
"... you won't leave here unharmed. Now, kindly escort yourself out of here, or I'll drag you out." He finished, moving the blade just enough to draw a single drop of blood.

[Assistant]
Masahiko
He looks around and sighs, "Well at least we don't actually have much of importance in this library. At least not that's irreplaceable," he walks over to where Karn and Penny are sitting, "I wouldn't worry about them too much. They're old friends. There is no way they would let anything happen to each other. Do you have any way to contact Jarvis?"
Sayuri
She looks at the Lacrima and smiles when asked if she knew who it was, "Probably someone who lost to my dad and the rest of the Council. I may have heard of you. I usually stayed out of Council business unless my help was asked for which wasn't often. I also keep to myself most of the time so world news isn't really something I keep track of," she continues as the starts to leave, "No prison lasts forever. The question is can it out last who it contains."


[System]
Birthday:
August 23'rd, 2008

Appearance:

Online Alias:
Spectre

Online Join Date:
September 12'th, 2029

Online Appearance as a Mechnic:

Note: Image can be clicked for a link to higher resolution.

Level:
33

Class:
Main - Sabre Soldier
Sub - Rogue
*Has yet to decide whether he wants to have Technician or Rider for his third class at level 50

Personality In-Game:
Outwardly Friendly, Clever, Thoughtful, and Manipulative in order to get ahead

Personality Out-of-Game:
Serious, Careful, Reserved, Blunt, and Distrusting – often misinterpreted as being a bit of a jerk

Ambitions:
After high school, James followed in his father's footsteps, chasing a degree in Aerospace Engineering. Unlike his long-term girlfriend Sasha, he had no desire to leave London. Travel for him didn't go out it went up. He always wanted a pilot's license, but with schooling there was no time to get into school for it. Besides, Engineering fascinated him and maths was so natural for him that there was no question when it came time to pick. His postgraduate studies are being conducted at the Imperial College of London, but he only takes them part-time and in small loads. He's in no hurry to receive his Master's Degree because his father was able to get him a job at the same company where he works. Even still, experience weighs far more heavily than just a sum of classes and a slip of paper. James now works full-time for the company headquartered in London, taking most of his classes at-distance and as 'independent study.' Apart from this, he spends most of his time in the world of Endless Realms, occupying himself recreationally with the relatively new world of VR. He found his own flat in Canterbury after graduation for a fair price, considering he gets paid more than the average bachelor's graduate.

[User]
James was a bit surprised at how easy it was for them to just have fun together doing so little. As the night progressed, Sasha proved herself to be more polite than most of his friends and his parents didn't dare let her help with any of the things that needed done. As he heard the quiet knock at his door, he looked over and saw the girl poke her head in and he nodded, "Yeah. I was just getting the bags," He said pulling one from the closet and setting it beside another.

His room was a little bit of a mess, in part due to his rummaging about the closet for the sleeping bags. Posters dotted the chamber and some clothing was strewn about the floor. Old issues of Game Informer magazine were stacked messily in a corner while the newest one rested on his nightstand. In front of the window was a telescope which seemed easy to move if he were to open the window. He brought the sleeping bags out with him and shut the door behind him, handing one of them to the girl as they descended the stairs. Things in the house were winding down as they went outside, James's dad had set up a small tent for them already, whenever they were ready to sleep and while they were laying their bags down, his mother came out with two thermoses of hot chocolate, a warm smile on her face.

"Have fun you two, and don't stay up too late - it's harder to ignore the morning's son out here," She warned teasingly, handing over the beverages and then leaving. James laid out a blanket as well, outside the tent, and sat cross-legged with the hot drink beside him as he leaned back, his hands supporting him from behind as he looked up.

It was quiet for a little bit as a small smile puleld up the corners of his lips. Lights blinked as satellites orbited the planet from an unfathomable distance. "My dad told me that a lot of the stars that we can see have already burned out. But uhm... he said that the light comes at a certain speed... and they're so far away that when they're gone, the light is still coming," he explained thoughtfully, trying to remember what he was taught. "I wonder how far it goes... Do you think there's an end?" The boy asked, looking over for a moment before his eyes were glued to the sky once more. He took a timid sip from the thermos at his side, trying not to burn himself as it warmed his hands.

The school year seemed to be approaching faster every minute too, soon they would have homework and activities filling their schedules. Not to mention it would be getting cold. "Hey," He started, breaking away from the sky, "Do you think we should walk to school together? I mean... you're not too far away and... I dunno, maybe it'd be fun..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you joining any clubs? I haven't really decided yet, I just know I won't be on the football team," The boy laughed, carefully holding his thermos with both hands and tipping it back for a short, satisfying sip as the heat warmed his face.

[Assistant]
"Oh okay." Sasha nodded, not sure if she could help him navigate through the mess or not. She waited instead and soon they were situated outside. The air felt nice and comforting, not all at restraining or suffocating. Today's weather had been quite the blessing. James' dad set up a tent for them but for now sitting outside under the stars seemed like the best option in her mind. James' mother then headed outside and handed them some hot cocoa. "Oh thank you!" Sasha said cheerfully. She did enjoy sweet things. And what girl didn't like chocolate? She sat down on the blanket with James as she smelled the beverage, wanting to wait and not burn her tongue. She was sure they'd get a lovely sunrise outside and that sleeping would be cut short but she didn't mind. As long as sprinklers didn't come on, she wouldn't have anything to fuss about.

James leaned back slightly, having set his drink aside. Sasha looked over at him, wondering what they could talk about. Somehow, for some reason, in movies meaningful conversation usually took place outside under the stars. She brought the mug of hot chocolate to her nose, getting a more intense aroma. Her mother craved chocolate like crazy because she was pregnant so Sasha rarely got to have any for herself lately. James spoke up and mentioned how the stars they were looking at were already burned out which didn't make a whole lot of sense of her. They looked just fine from where she was sitting.

"Hmm." She blinked at James as he slowly tried to relay the explanation his father gave him, to her. He then wondered how far it went, she wasn't sure if he meant light or just space itself? She looked back up at the dark abyss which was littered with specks of light and wisps of clouds. "I dunno. I don't think so...I mean if there was an end, would you wanna find it? That might spoil things, don't you think?" She commented, finally bringing the thermos to her lips to take a small cautious drink. "Mmm." She licked her lips and felt a bit more relaxed. James then spoke up, asking her if they ought to walk to school together since it could be fun. She opened her mouth to speak but he then quickly mentioned clubs.

Clubs?

"O-oh...I'm not sure. I've only heard about a few, and some don't get continued after certain members think." Sasha wasn't totally sure how they worked or what was offered but she would want to join one or two if time allowed for it. And if she wasn't needed at home of course. The future, despite it nearing the present and merging together, was quite unknown. "I'd love to see if they have a Book club or maybe a Gaming club...or maybe something to do with animals...?" She wasn't sure but it was something to consider. "I don't know, I hear most freshmen are supposed to join one, so you can get used to the school and everyone in it." Sasha frowned a little. While the idea of everyone becoming part of something was a good natured one, she wondered what people did if they honestly didn't fall into anything offered.

She supposed they could make a new one or be forced to try something new.

Then she remembered his question. "I think it would be fun to walk together, i mean we're going to the same place and we pretty much come from the same place. There's no reason why would shouldn't have some company and encouragement for when it's pouring or when we've got some big test." She smiled at James as she took another drink of hot cocoa. Deep down, she was still a little nervous, this was a guy. And for most of her short life, guys and girls did things separately. And now come high school, they were encouraged to interact and find common ground. And yet being with James wasn't too bad, they had some things in common and they were from the same cozy neighborhood. Still, Sasha was still uneasy, change was happening all around her. High school, a new sibling, new friends and classes, clubs and everything else. She wished she could hit pause and enjoy freedom a bit longer.

"You like space and numbers and games...you should probably go be an astronaut or something like that." She told him lightly as she took another drink. "Go figure out where it all ends of where it all came from." She said and yawned. Despite the sugar nestled between her hands, she figured it was time to get some shut eye. A long day was now behind her and night was beckoning her into dreamland. Sasha fidgeted and got up, finishing her drink. She set it down on a nearby table and looked back to James. "We better try and get some sleep." She advised as she moved for the tent and saw the sleeping bags had been set up.

She got in and plopped down on hers and stretched her arms above her head. "Ah!" She then moved and got in the sleeping bag. She briefly wondered how her parents were doing. She smiled, knowing they were fine and not that far away. "Thanks for having me over, I'll have to have you come over sometime." She smiled to James as she laid down and tired to get comfortable. "Night." She said quietly when she finally did get settled. Her dreams weren't anything to remember and when she next opened her eyes, she was greeted by a bright light. She cringed and pushed herself up, reminding herself where she was and why. Grinning, she looked over and saw James was still sleeping so she quietly went outside and wandered inside.

The smell of waffles greeted her. "Morning." She said sleepily. James' mother greeted her and said she made up a place for her and James as the table. Since the other males in the household were still sleeping, Sasha was advised to get James up now so they could enjoy a slightly less chaotic breakfast. She hurried back outside and wondered as to how she could wake James up. She could, and should be nice about it or she could have a little fun. Scampering around to his side of the tiny tent, she tapped and scratched on the tent wall and let out a few growls, one which angry animals or demons might make.

That seemed to do the trick. James was quickly up and she laughed at him as they went back into the kitchen to eat.

"James and I were thinking of walking to school together." Sasha commented as she buttered her waffle. She looked over at the boy who's hair seemed quite wild though she was sure hers was too. "I'll make sure he's never late and doesn't forget anything." She laughed a little as she poured some syrup on her waffle and thanked his mother for the food, as well as the cocoa from last night.