[System]
Nickname/Alias: Fourth

Age: Unknown, presumed 13

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Biography:
 Much of Shion's past is unknown due to various circumstances beyond our control. However, what we have been able to piece together of her early life indicates that it is highly likely that she was a subject of an experiment similar to that of the Dark May Project. While no records exist of such a project, the likelihood is high. What records of her life do exist show that she was a Child Error who was found alone by members of Judgement in District 19 at the presumed age of five. Simple testing showed that she had a much higher than average knowledge base for someone her age and that she has the barest hint of an ability, barely even Level 1. Interviews with the girl revealed that she had few memories leading up to her being found, and what she did remember strongly supports the theory that she was experimented on by an unknown group within Academy City. According to the reports filed on the incident, she was found wearing a broken electronic bracelet baring the number four on its face and with what appeared to be a broken IV needle on its opposite side.
 After being discovered her background check was unable to reveal any familial information, leading her to be placed under the care of an orphanage for several years. While there her ability slowly developed to the point that it was noticed by the caretakers and she began basic testing for the purpose of discovering and improving her ability. During her time at the orphanage she was able to quickly learn whatever she was taught with the sole exception of history, which she seemed to have no end of trouble with. Her precociousness led her to partially learning and then abandoning several instruments that the orphanage has available for their older charges. By age eight she had found herself helping the caretakers with the younger children, something that they greatly appreciated and began paying her small amounts for. According to them, the only three items she ever bought were a portable music player and two pair of headphones.
 At age eleven, despite being a Child Error with only a year of attendance at formal education and being a year too young to officially do so, she successfully passed the entrance exam for Kirigaoka Girls' Academy. This year her official rank was raised to Level 3 due to her performance is the System Scan and marks her first year at Kirigaoka Girls' Academy in District 18. She is only able to attend due to a rather generous scholarship she received upon the Academy's discovery of her System Scan results, as well as a nearly perfect score on the entrance exam. She quickly obtained the title of "Fourth" due to a combination of her KGA Level Ranking, her name, and the fact that she told the story of how she was found when introducing herself in class. While it is used both affectionately and maliciously by many of her fellow students, she has no particular opinion on the name.

Personality:
 Shion is something of a mixed bag of emotions. While she has no-one that she would call a "friend," there are several girls in her class who consider her one and each of them know exactly when to avoid interacting with her moodiness. The most obvious facets of her personality are her strange sense of humor and her tendency to either be extremely extroverted or, more commonly, extremely introverted and reflective. She is slow to anger when provoked but will easily fly into a rage at her own inner thoughts, and though this is rarely directed at anyone in particular, any who cross her path too closely at such a time will find themselves a target. Due to her stunted youth and frantic childhood she has few truly applicable social skills. One could surmise her general attitude as "somewhat cranky," a fact not helped by her unusual sleep schedule. She often stays up well past any reasonable hour of night listening to or writing music.
 She has a somewhat unhealthy obsession with snakes and an equally unhealthy hatred of insects which have only grown with time. Given the chance she would gladly spend her days in the company of as many snakes as physically possible, simply watching them in their day to day lives. A possible cause of these obsessions is that at age ten she was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder which manifests itself as many odd quirks and a irrational fear of dirt and grime.
 Shion has a notably strange way of speaking, referring to herself with "boku" rather than "watashi" for unknown reasons. She has no interest in changing this habit.
 She is a fan of mostly early 21st century music, most notably western music and vocaloid generated music, something she finds fascinating. She considers it incredibly useful that people who may otherwise not be able to make music can with said programs. Thanks to this, she knows a small amount of english, though not enough to hold a conversation and so little that she does not know the correct usage of most words or phrases, only knowing them in context of the songs. She has no real specific taste when it comes to western music, but she tends to dislike songs about partying or romance.
 To Shion, "interesting" is the highest form of praise. She dislikes boring and tedious things, but anything that can catch her interest will find itself near constantly under her observation.

Esper Power:
 Cryokinesis, coded under "Ice Age." Academy City rating Level 3; Kirigaoka Girls' Academy rating Level 4.
 Removal of heat energy from an area and generation of frozen material. (Most often run of the mill ice.) The process by which this happens is still undergoing study as the ability develops. Unlike standard cryokinesis, frozen material is not only created from the surrounding elements, but also often seemingly appears from nothing. The only material generated entirely not from surrounding material seems to be H2O ice. Studies of the ability's effect on heat energy have resulted in both dispersion and removal of heat from the closed system of the testing environment.
 This ability has a strong tend to shift from more easily altering heat within an area to more quickly and solidly generating frozen material when Shion is placed under duress. In such situations the tendency appears to be both rapid generation of H2O ice and the solidification of elements in the air simultaneously. Often the present elements from a sort of frame that the H2O is then built from, though this process is nearly instantaneous, further suggesting that Shion has little, if any, understanding of how her own ability actually functions.

Skills:
 - Singing
 - Intermediate skill with several instruments
 - Intermediate survival techniques
 - Surprisingly potent street-fighting

Ambition:
 Shion's only goals in life are to learn about her past, make music, and surround herself in as many interesting things and people as possible. While she wishes to uncover the secrets of her early life, she makes little effort to do so, considering it something not likely possible and therefor not worth her time despite how much she wishes to know.

Extra:
 She is almost always wearing headphones. In the rare case that she is not, she is almost certainly in a foul mood. She is also a fan of Gekota, though specifically the standard version almost exclusively. She still collects rare versions of merchandise, but only because of their rareness rather than for the item itself.

[User]
@GreenGoat @NarayanK @Plank Sinatra @banjoanjo @ADamnFiddle @Crimmy

Umeko hated being right sometimes.

That wasn't something she'd ever mention to her partner-in-crime, because he'd parrot it at her whenever they argued. And it usually wasn't actually about being right. Being right was good. Being right was satisfying. The problem came when the thing she was right about backfired horribly. Sometimes with a small explosion.

There was an explosion this time, but it wasn't her fault. And it wasn't very small. Somehow had been hanging around, just like she thought. Someone who committed the crime, maybe, or someone with them. Explosions wouldn't have caused the injuries on the poor woman, so if Umeko had to bet she wouldn't have blamed the same person. But that wasn't the point. The point was that someone hostile was around, and she was headed the wrong way. Camera girl was forgotten immediately, District 32's resident skidding to a stop on the pavement. A voice complained that these were nice boots that the pavement had just abraded. That voice was muffled, buried behind the overwhelming impulses taking root.

The hostile entity was behind her.

And it had fired in Griese's general direction.

She hurtled back the way she had come, sprinting without regard for duration. Antiskill's reaction time would be measured in minutes, and by then whatever was about to happen already would have. Standard advice would be to wait for the professionals. Fuck that. She could see one person on the ground already, the guy who had placed the call. He moved, so he was still alive, but that was all Umeko could tell. These guys were playing for keeps. It was obvious no one was on the ground with them, which meant- up. Top of the building. Two stories up, hostile son of a bitch spotted.

In the span of a millisecond, her plan was decided. And Kawaguchi Umeko growled.

Her course altered just a few degrees, feet pounding the pavement even harder; but no matter how hard they hit, she made not a whisper; a stark contrast to the extreme, frenetic nature of her pace. After a few moments her foot came down hard, pushing off of the ground and into the air.

Both feet came down on the dumpster, and shoved off harder.

Umeko rocketed into the air, high enough to catch the edge of the roof with her palms and turn her remaining forward momentum into a somersault. She felt her reservoir dip, more than she usually liked to use but today was a very special case. A rotation later and she had ditched enough momentum to pop onto her feet, starting to close the distance between her and Son of a Bitch #1 at a jog. She'd hit the roof to his side; if he was paying as much attention to the scene as she thought, she'd have a few moments before he even realized she was on the roof. Helped that her esper ability ensured she made as much noise as a ghost.

He wasn't far. In hand to hand, Kawaguchi was confident.

Hey there, asshole~!

[Assistant]
GEORGE ELLINGTON

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George felt some responsibility for the fake out this whole night turned out to be.

Maybe if he hadn't been bashing Purp's ears so hard, the 'razzi doll wouldn't've wriggled outta his mitts. The 'beatnik' watched in gobsmacked dismay as the other arrival, some brickhouse brunette, popped the clutch and tore ass after the photographer. Well, George might've been a total fat-head in a fight but if it was a chase that needed to be run, he was your guy. He'd have to go hard after this false start though. With a crouch of his long legs, he felt his power swell around him, and he took off with an explosive leap.

Speaking of 'explosive'…

The ear-smashing bang caught the group as soon as his feet left the ground. The edge of the Hot Box dug painfully into his back. There was no time to react, no time to revert. Gravity still borderline eradicated, the kinetic force of the blast threw the boy upwards and outwards, his terrified screech thankfully masked by the noise of the explosion as he ascended past the skyline.

[User]
Taro Tanaka

Taro was upset with failing to get people's attention at the best of times, but now everyone was ignoring him mention that somebody was dead. Didn't any of these people want to focus on somebody that was dead, rather than chasing each other around and getting mad at each other? Eventually, it seemed their attention would be forced to focus on something more important, as an explosion erupted in their vicinity. The poor man that had actually been trying to make a call and do something about the dead person had born the brunt of it. Taro's heart went out to him, but there were more important matters at hand.

One of the others, fittingly one of the ones fixated on chasing others around, immediately rocketed off in pursuit of the apparent culprit. Them being attacked while standing around someone that was dead could only mean one thing; the individual attacking them must be involved in the crime. Taro leapt into action alongside the others, and while he could not preform flying leaps across the city, he could certainly hurl objects over a significant distance. Acting fast, he used his powers to tear free a piece of metal railing from a nearby building and hurl it in the direction of the culprit. With luck, even if he couldn't land a hit, he could give them pause enough for the others to bring him down. At such an important time such as this, no heed could be given to ensuring he dispatched his foe in a unique and befitting fashion...unless he could do so easily.

[Assistant] Fortunate to be further away from Bang and the explosion than others, having preferred to keep her distance from the group, Junia was still knocked down by the force of it. She recovered quite nicely, but now it was personal. She wouldn't have cared if it had just been Bang that had gotten hurt or anybody else, but this man had caught her up in this as a piece of collateral damage. She had no idea what his intentions were, but she certainly wasn't going to let him get anyway near the obvious objective of the corpse. From her position in the group, she decided to lob a few gobs of Dacia-12 in his direction. She couldn't care less what he wanted, this was a matter of settling herself coming to harm.


[System]
Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Element Affinity: N/A

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. Designed to limit Helpers from being damaged, Cecil was due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

Additional info: Despite being a machine, there appears to be something off about this new model of Machina. If the personality he had didn't give enough suspicion, it was almost as if he was more than simply a new design, almost as if he was assimilating a sentient being without internal programming needed.

[User]
"It's not her magic, it's what she did with it," Amuné objected, and then flinched when the new Dimuran snapped at her. "It's not a racist comment! I never said anyone else was scary, just her! You didn't see it, there were these little lizard dog things like we ran into before, and then this great BIG monster with tentacles and it was awful!" Her voice caught at the memory. "And it's not like she kept control of it, it nearly broke free, I could tell, and then it would have killed...." She trailed off with a shudder, not wanting to say more about that, lest her secret be revealed. Instead she rallied her nerve and glared up at the man. "It's not like it was a nice animal, wanting to help us. If Wyth went after people like those things did he would be bad too, but he doesn't, and he's a good boy. He only hurts people to protect me." She stuck out her chin. "But those animals were bad and she brought them even though they're bad and that makes her scary! And you are mean!" With that she turned her back on him, obviously sulking.

When they arrived, and old man with wild hair growled at them. But he wasn't so bad. Ethan was worn out, and Amuné squirmed so he'd put her down when he tried to carry her instead of just helping her out of the cart. She didn't reply to his comment about Cecil. Wyth was more than happy to let the man scratch his head, giving a great rumbly purr in response to the attention. He was still favoring his back leg, but his front paw had healed well enough to use.

Amuné protested Nymira's directions. "I don't wanna rest," she said, her voice bordering on petulant. "If...if Cecil really will be okay, then there should be someone with him when he comes back." She moved to stand by the stretcher, though she didn't quite look at the broken Machina in it. "I'm going with him." She didn't really think he would, but maybe...no, no, she wasn't going to hope. He wasn't coming back. But just in case, she'd be there. Just in case.

[Assistant]
They shouldn't be picking fights or arguing with these people, not since they had saved them without needing to. But having Kensen snap at them was a little unwelcome and were Ethan any more tired he just might be irritable enough to snap back. Taking a breath he nodded his head once and smiled, deciding it was best to just not say anything in return.

"Well... She tried to help us and we should be happy about that. Maybe it didn't go as... Smoothly as it could have, but we're okay now." Amuné wasn't completely wrong, the creatures they had seen were most definitely awful looking. Far worse than the direwolves which lived in the hills near Kinsgrove, or the gnoth, crablike creatures that lived along the Elion River to the west of the village. Or any number of the other beasts which Ethan had encountered in his travels, many of which he had no names for. For as strange and intimidating as many had been at least they seemed to belong here in their world, they had a place here. The Vazra? The beast with the tentacles? Even never seeing them before one could tell they weren't meant to be here. So was Amuné completely wrong? Of course not, but she wasn't completely right either. Asta had it under control until a certain point and she was trying to help, they couldn't be mad at her for that.

For now they should worry more about getting rest than whether or not Asta's decisions during the fight were right or not. Everyone was tired from their day and a nice bed after a hot meal would do everyone wonders. At Amuné's behest Ethan put the young Ydran down on her feet and smiled sympathetically when she went to Cecil's side. He understood wanting to be with Cecil right now, he did want to as well, but that wasn't their place to be right now. "They're going to be busy fixing him, we can't do anything to help and would probably only get in the way. Besides if we're tired too then we have to be resting, otherwise he's just going to worry about us when he wakes up." The idea of their friend waking up alone somewhere was definitely sad but they had to take care of themselves too. Maybe Amuné hadn't expended much today but the rest of them were running on fumes and liable to pass out if they didn't take it easy. "Let's go get some food first, okay? Maybe a little later we can visit and see how things are going?"

"There's no room in the garage for little kids to be running around, you're staying here," the woman demanded as she gestured to the complex, "Now come on, get inside and let's get you all patched up and clean. Your friend is going to be fine kiddo, the mechanics in Mutebo come from all over and are some of the best I've seen, he'll probably be back up and running by the morning." Provided they had the pieces for him. Just what kind of Machina was Cecil anyways? She had seen plenty of Machina in the cities and surrounding towns but never one that so closely represented a living being before. Probably some high end bot then and one which would need imported parts. But no way was she telling the little girl that, she'd probably freak out hearing it could take a while.

So there was no reason to worry then, Cecil was going to be just fine! "Come on, I bet they've got some good food inside, let's go see what they have." Reaching out Ethan took Amuné's hand in his own and gave her a patient smile as he tried to pull her along, heading towards the building. "And we should get someone to look at Wyth too right? Cecil's going to be okay but our little furry friend needs his wounds cleaned. And he's probably hungry too," Ethan added, smiling down at Wyth, "Right buddy? Want some food?"

Resting now was certainly their best option given all they had endured. If Cecil was a machine then he wasn't truly dead, even Nymira new as much, and he would be fine with or without their company. He would be there tomorrow for them to visit after they had a chance to take care of themselves, and if need be Nymira would take Amuné personally first thing in the morning. Watching the men unload their cart she almost considered overseeing the affair as she didn't fully trust them handling their supplies, though the act of simply standing proved to be taxing on her. With little choice she would leave these people to their work and join the other inside for some much needed food and rest. There was something troubling her though, more than trusting her supplies to strangers. When she crossed paths with Kensen she hesitated for only a second before looking up at him, scrutinizing his features as her face turned emotionless.

"You're a Dimuran... Which clan do you hail from?" Nymira asked, looking at the man before her for any defining characteristics. She felt like she knew him somehow, like they had met before all of this, before her journey into the kingdom proper. With the exception of a rare few most clans knew one another, either through treaties or from battles between one another which begged the question then: from which clan did he hail? Figuring she should be forthcoming and honest with it she turned to face him, having to crane her neck upward to look at him in the eye. "I am Nymira Rumia, daughter of Hákon Rumia and heiress to the Rumia clan. And you are...?"


[System]
AGE: 25
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'6"
NATIONALITY: Fairden

Vaylla Brudien is a simple peasant woman from the kingdom of Fairden, and while she always lived in the capital city where the hustle and bustle was, it didn't mean she particularly enjoyed living there. When she was but a child surrounded by two brothers, she learned that her mother owned a dress shop that was renowned throughout the entire kingdom. Her father helped her gather expensive materials she would need to make clothes, so Vaylla was always surrounded by needles and yarns as well as customers who often visited them at home. Later on in her life, a period she either does not remember or simply repressed as she grew up, her mother was gone from their home and was never seen again. The day of her disappearance, a huge fight ensued between her and Vaylla's father and she stormed off, packing her valuables with her and leaving without a word.

Until this day, Vaylla and her brothers still do not know if their mother left on her own accord or if something took her life - most likely the animals strewn about in the wild - but after a lifetime of mourning soon they couldn't find it in them to care as their adult lives began to set in. Vaylla stayed in Fairden while her brothers found their own job opportunities and traveled abroad. The fee of their travel was already very expensive and to cut down the money they would lose on the trip, Vaylla decided she would stay in the kingdom with her father. She later regretted that decision as a strange winter began to latch itself to the kingdom, obstructing any trades between the kingdom and other countries as well as negatively affecting resources. Everyone seemed tense and while she envied her brothers for staying away from all that drama, she realized the hard way that she was meant to stay here.

Soon, her father got very ill and soon died because of all the sadness and loneliness he kept locked into his heart for years. Vaylla, overwhelmed by guilt and helplessness, bothered that she couldn't save her father's life in time, went into hibernation and wouldn't speak to anyone or even find work to support herself in such a cold, unforgiving kingdom ruled by a cruel, merciless monarchy, living with one of her financially able friends. It took her years to finally dust off the past and on her 25th birthday, she returned to her family cottage and began to find jobs. Ways to earn money as best she could. Sew clothing, cut wood and carry out other physically demanding jobs many women in her kingdom would run away from. Soon, she tired of sewing since patience was never her strongest suit, and cutting wood was as mundane as her life felt. She left both of those jobs, currently setting off wherever her feet took her without a particular goal in mind.

She wonders sometimes though, as she defends herself with the rake she used to tend to the gardens with before the eternal winter, if a chance to begin again would befall her. She would take it without a doubt.

[User]
Vaylla always had horrible luck in life.
That soon became certain to her upon living through various days of jobs falling into shambles, or clients deciding against hiring her at the last minute. Not only that, but with the way her morning began, she had a gut feeling a problem would resurface. Anything to feed her newfound cynicism. The client seemed innocent enough, and although the task wasn't the most demanding she'd ever gotten upon first inspection - she was asked to search for a cat lost in the icy abandoned forests of the kingdom - it ended up being so much harder than she thought. In fact, she wouldn't have even taken the simple quest if it weren't for the completely unfitting reward she was promised afterwards. An entire sum of a hundred coins. It could help her buy a week's meal and even some extra clothing.

So, comforted by that thought, she simply took her time. The client asked her to call the cat by a very specific name - Petunia - and hold a certain tiny squeaky toy nobody, not even a cat, would enjoy. But as embarrassing as the quest would seem, the peasant didn't really have a various array of choices to choose from, and with such an attractive reward it was hard to say no. Armed with a precious pocket knife that she was gifted by her brother, she had it sheathed on a leather belt around her waist right next to a small pouch of 5 coins. She made sure to grab her blue cape in the process in case the weather got colder than it already was. Then, she set off.

"Petunia!" She called once she first saw the icy trees signifying her entrance to the silent forest, pretending to thoroughly care about the cat as she called its name though she was sure she couldn't give a damn. Walking about through the snow, she was sure the poor thing wouldn't even be able to stay around for long alone in such a weather, but nevertheless, she kept going. Occasionally, she would squeeze the small toy, wondering if it would actually grab the feline's attention. But nothing changed. At all. She never heard a meow, a purr or even a cry. Utter, deafening silence.

Hours took hours and her legs were already tired from walking around too much. The trees almost looked the same if not for small details so she thought she knew her way out, and - believing time was on her side - she laid on the snow by a tree, leaning her back against the cold wood. She could barely sleep the night before with the owl by her window, and scaring owls off with a rake meant for gardening wasn't something one would enjoy. So she promised herself. Just a few minutes of a nap in the cold. She had a cape to warm her up, she wouldn't doze off completely.

But she was soon proved wrong. And time was definitely not on her side.

"Dammit, dammit!" She yelled out in frustration, after being woken up in a rush of feeling cold air hit her face sharply. She was soon on her feet, cat and money forgotten. She never liked blizzards. Sure, she tolerated them in better circumstances, but whenever any blizzard took place she would be in the comfort of her own home. Never before did she try to experience walking through one, and supporting herself was so much harder than she expected. She could feel the hood hit the back of her head with every violent gust of wind and she covered her face a bit as she walked through, hoping none of the snow would burn her eyes. She had to get home.

But amidst the ever white atmosphere, she couldn't see anything. Nothing felt familiar at all, but at least the trees seemed to be clearing up. She was leaving the forest at last, but she knew the walk back to her house was still a long and tedious one. She would have to find a shelter, just until the blizzard cleared, and she would get back home and ignore the client who gave her the task as much as she could. Fortunately, she did spot a small, run down shack through the snow, and she could even recall the way that lamppost perched. She was in the capital city! But not as close as she would like to her home.

The shack seemed to be open for business. At least, she was slightly able to make that out by reading the violently strewn about sign that was left hanging atop the shack. Surely she would be able to get inside easily then, slip in until it clears and then leave. Wrong. Holding on to the door, she pushed open the door with all her might, violently cursing under her breath as she tried and tried. Until it opened with a flash, catching her completely off guard.

"Ah!" She yelped out, the gust of wind blowing her forcefully inside the shack, the door loudly slamming behind her as she fell to the ground, landing flat on her chest with a quiet groan. Panting heavily, she felt the slight but still striking difference in temperatures, and her nose felt like it would fall off. Sniffling a bit, she blinked and wiped some snow off of her clothing, face and hair, weakly sitting up where she fell on the floor until she snapped her eyes up, like a deer stuck in headlights. What a way to make a first impression.

[Assistant]
The sound of someone trying to pry the door to the shack open was overwhelmed by the sheer roar of the sound of the wind. As such Gael paid little mind when his home seemed to shutter with more voracity. He merely gritted his teeth together and prayed to whatever god there was that the walls wouldn't collapse in on him. If this kept up then he was starting to lose faith that this hunk of junk would last throughout the nig-

 BANG!

 It felt like his soul had been forcefully ripped from his body, and it took a few moments before feeling regained its hold on him. His face, now pale and sunken turned towards the origin of the sound, and he found his eyes widening in disbelief.

 A woman, one that he did not recognize, had seemingly fallen to the floor. It took him a few seconds for the shock to wane before he could start to piece everything together. She must have tried to enter, perhaps out of desperation to get out of the storm, and had been… flung into his home. It sounded rather bizarre, but there didn't seem to be any other probable cause. Unless this woman really wanted her fortune told, despite the weather. In which caused he admired her determination.

 Gael moved slowly, as if the stranger wasn't a human but some kind of feral animal. He wasn't exactly sure how he should address the situation, this wasn't how most customers entered his home, and he wasn't even sure if this woman knew where she was. From the look of her startled expression, she was likely to be just as confused as he was.

 "Are you quite alright?" He asked, moving forward, still cautious but with more pose than before. He extended one of his hands out to the now sitting woman, offering to help her back up to her feet if she wished. She looked cold, and snow seemed to cover her garments. What had anyone of sane mind been doing out in this weather? Perhaps he better not ask.

 He had little in the way to keep her warm, nor did he have anything to offer her to eat or drink, but he wasn't so callous as to turn away someone who had quite literally crashed into his home. Besides, if he played his cards right perhaps he could sway her into becoming a customer.

 In that case than he ought to be on his best behaviour.


[System]
Leda Storm
Character Quote: "When it rains, look for rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Leddie, Princess Rainbow Unicorn
Age: 16
Birthday: November 28th, 2002
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Godly Parent: Iris
Cabin Number: Cabin 14; Year Round Camper
How Many Years At Camp: Two
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Shrine Maintenance and Upkeep
Languages: English, Ancient Greek, Spanish

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Appearance
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 pounds
Body Type: Skinny
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde (Rainbows)
Skin Tone: Tanned (Rainbows)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars on her knees
Personal Style: Leda generally will wear a jean jacket, a tie-dyed Camp Halfblood t-shirt, white shorts, and converse sneakers. Any deviation from that usually means that her grandparents are coming to visit her in the United States and they tend to expect a little higher dress for outings. She loves to style her hair and explore with various colors, which makes sense given her godly parent. Of course, even if it is fashionable, it has to be comfortable and practical or she won't wear it. Heels for example are out - monsters would so show up to fight the instant she put them on and she does not want to get permanent blisters.

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Psychology
Creative * Idealistic * Empathetic * Careless * Insightful * Two-Faced

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Dating Rebecca Eventide, Daughter of Hecate
Personality: (One paragraph or more)
Fatal Flaw: Excessive/Personal loyalty
Habits: Fidgeting, braiding and unbraiding her hair
Hobbies: Running
Fears:
* Wasps
* Enclosed Spaces
* Complete Darkness

Likes:
* Reading
* Nature
* Wide Open Areas
* Marshmallows
* Colors
* Sweets
* Celestial Auroras
* Design and Construction
* Comic Books
* Thunderstorms

Dislikes:
* Tripping (fuck you, Zeke)
* Dismissal of any god/goddess
* Bigots
* Modernism
* DC Movies
* Any man who tells her to calm down
* Coffee
* Cliques

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Superhuman Speed
* Rainbow Manipulation

General Skills:
* Greek Mythology
* Singing
* First Aide
* Weaving
* Lock Picking
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:
* Sword-Fighting
* Agility
* Endurance
* Flexibility

Magic Item:
* Enchanted Compass: It always points where to go, as long as a question has been asked.
* Ultraviolet: Celestial bronze sword disguised as a necklace, gives off a faint hue that varies depending on Leda's mood

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Denim jacket, camp necklace, tie-dyed camp shirt, white shorts, black converse, rainbow socks
* Purse/Wallet - 20 Gold Drachma, picture of her grandparents, $100, £50, driver's license, lucky silver Drachma
* Celestial Bronze Sword (appears as her necklace)
* Witch's Pendant - gift from her girlfriend, Rebecca
* Swiss Army Knife - Celestial Bronze
* Light purple backpack
* Baggie of Ambrosia Squares
* Assorted Twinkies
* Water Bottle
* Enchanted Compass
* Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Possessions In Cabin:
* British and American Passports
* Wardrobe of Winter and Summer Clothing
* Shrine Maintenance Kit
* A crate full of Twinkies
* Letter from her mortal mother; unopened
* Kindle
* Celestial Bronze Sword
* Remaining Harry Potter books
* Polaroid Camera
* iPod
* Earbuds

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History
Biography Leda was adopted by her grandparents, as her mother was deemed unfit to raise a child. She was too free spirited and flighty, claiming that Leda didn't have a father and that her mother was a goddess. It was strictly speaking nonsense. Contact from her mother was forbidden and since she a little under two years old when her grandparents took her in, Leda didn't really feel like she missed out on much growing up. She loved her grandparents dearly and they took good care of her - so what that she didn't know her mother or father?

Her grandparents were rather rich and wealthy Brits, living in southern England. They paid for her to attend the very best schools, especially when she was diagnosed with severe dyslexia and ADHD. She could never quite sit still. Her teachers complained that although she was sweet and bright, she was wild and undisciplined. There was some improvement when she joined a running club, discovering that she was easily faster than anyone her age. Yet when she could easily outrun all the other kids without breaking a sweat, she was accused of using performance enhancing drugs and kicked out of the school.

This pattern kept on happening, causing Leda to withdraw slightly into herself. She quit running and would instead sneak out of her house in the middle of the night. Her grandparents, while good to her, were fairly easy to trick as they were getting rather old. She didn't really have any friends and of course, that meant that she had more than enough bullies. One night the bullies were chasing her and she was heading for the water - and something told her to take that leap of faith. She dashed across the water's surface, going faster than she ever had before, as if she were some sort of superhero.

She had never been happier than in that moment.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Leda didn't tell anyone at first. They would think she was insane - she even went to comic book stores, reading about the Flash and trying to figure out how she could run so quickly. Unfortunately, her scent grew stronger and attracted a group of Empousai. They cornered her in the locker rooms at her school and would have killed her, had her powers not triggered and she blasted them with rainbow light. The monsters crumbled into dust and a satyr located her soon after, taking her to Camp Half-Blood.

As a daughter of Iris, she feels safe staying at camp year round. The entire concept that she didn't actually have a father but rather a divine mother still confuses her... Yet given that Iris doesn't have a cult of worship, Leda has gotten interested in the restoration and maintenance of shrines to all gods and goddesses, minor and major. She created one for her mother.

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Additional Information
Theme Song: E.T. by Katy Perry
Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Truck -- The Road
Skills: Light Manipulation

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 Ezekiel smirked at the middle finger Kristin gave him and watched the Cyclopes burn alive. "Hmm, perhaps I am my father's son," he mused. With that taken care of, he walked back to the truck and fished out his pack and headed to the knew vehicle. Apparently that one was still drive-able. He didn't bother to comment on Leda's apology. Things happen and things always happen to demi-gods, it was literally apart of their life. "At least we live to fight another day," he said.
 He opened up the back door and noticed the baby just as Leda commented on it. Ezekiel groaned. "I agree with the beach idea, even if it will prolong our journey more. I did not sign up for babysitting duty. No way, no how," Ezekiel shut the door and walked around to the other side to the free seat. Of course he was stuck in the back with a Cyclopes baby. "Leda, don't name it. That's how you get attached," Ezekiel said after he got into the vehicle.

[Assistant]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: North Carolina, The Road Again
Skills: N/A

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Kristin turned her head to look over her shoulder seeing the baby cyclops in the back seat staring at the three of them, it couldn't have been more than a few months old, maybe a year at best, but it was oddly really cute. It's one eye blinking at them, looking a bit confused, Kristin felt bad that they had just killed it's parent. "Awww he's actually really cute.." Kristin said she shook her head slightly at Zeke's comment. "Well we cant just call it a baby or an it." She said shaking her head slightly pulling out Leda's compass and then thought about the closest beach that she knew of.

"It's a bit out of the way, but before I became a full time camper my family always rented out a beach house in Myrtle Beach South Carolina." Kristin suggested, Heracles would then reach down under its baby car seat pulling out one of those inflatable toy clubs and threw it at Zeke's head and it started to laugh loudly. "Yeah I dont think Heracles likes it when you talk about him like that." Kristin said she was actually pretty happy she didn't get to sit in the backseat now, she looked down at the floor in the backseat seeing that it was really filthy with empty fast food bags and containers.

[User]
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🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: On the Road - North Carolina
Skills: N/A

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 "I figured if we named it, no one would be tempted to just yeet the kid out of the window," Leda admitted. She was against killing baby monsters, but it wasn't exactly a subject that people went over at Camp Half-blood. No one went up and asked those sort of moral questions. She was relieved though to hear that both Zeke and Kristin did seem to agree with her - that they couldn't just kill a baby. Sure, monsters would reform eventually but she just couldn't kill an innocent because it might grow up to be, well, a monster.

 The idea of going out of their way to South Carolina made Leda feel antsy though. "I don't think we can afford to backtrack... We're running out of time to save Calliope. I really don't think Apollo will be chuffed with us exactly if we fail... But my compass, it doesn't just give directions to a place... If you ask it a question, it'll point towards where we should go. So if you ask the compass where a good beach is to take this baby cyclops on our way, it'll hopefully figure it out."

[Assistant]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Truck -- The Road
Skills:

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 Ezekiel frowned at the kid when he threw his toy at his head but he didn't retaliate. The last thing he needed was an upset baby screaming in his ear. "And I don't like it when you talk at all Kristin and yet, here we are," he said smiling sweetly before putting in his headphones. He reached down and grabbed the inflatable club and handed it back to the kid. At the very least, it didn't hurt.
 Ezekiel was a bit relieved when Leda mentioned they were short on time and explained another helpful thing her compass could do. It made sense in a way. Perhaps the child would be needed elsewhere. He just hoped they wouldn't have to take it all the way back to Camp Half-Blood because he knew how that would go. The girls would give him the responsibility of looking after the kid because they would think it 'humorous'. Ezekiel shifted in the backseat, already annoyed at something that had happened yet and kicked some of the junk out of his way. He held his pack securely on his lap.

[User]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: North Carolina, The Road Again
Skills: N/A

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Kristin turned to stare at Zeke, and rolled her eyes towards him. "Maybe we should have left you in the truck or something.." Kristin muttered under her breath, Zeke was so damn annoying in her opinion. She looked at Leda and shrugged slightly it was just a suggestion, Kristin didn't mind the baby monster. But she felt like it was going to be more of a liability issue with it and they were essentially its babysitters now until they could find a nearby beach to drop him off. "Just a suggestion." Kristin said looking at Leda she still wasn't familiar with the compass since Leda always used it.

Hercules the cyclops baby turned to stare at Zeke with a bit of interest now in his headphones and started to reach over for them, managing to yank out the one in his ear, bringing it into his mouth trying to chew on it. Kristin watched the baby for a moment and smirked a little bit, it was going to be a fun car ride for Zeke having to sit next to a baby cyclops.

[Assistant]
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

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Location: On the Road - North Carolina
Skills: Driving (Car)

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 Leda's eyes widened a little bit at Zeke's retort to Kristin. It was pretty funny from an objective standpoint - but she didn't want to take a side in their conflict. And if she had to pick one half of the lovers quarrel, she would go with Kristin. Hoes before bros after all. The baby cyclops, Heracles, definitely picked a side though as he tugged Zeke's headphones out of his ears. "So if you could ask the compass where to go, that'd be great - I learned my lesson about not looking when driving," Leda admitted to Kristin, her ears burning bright red.

 She wondered briefly which god had jurisdiction on the road, before figuring it was Hermes. She mumbled a silent prayer for his protection as she got the car ready to go and pulled off back onto the highway, relieved when nothing horrible happened. No cops were nearby or anything to question why they had stolen this car and abducted a small monster baby. No monsters ran out into the road and tried to kill them. They were safe, at least for the moment. "Zeke, could you maybe put music on for everyone?"


[System]
Race: Ramor, a race with a number of similarities to humans, they are humanoid mammals with the same number of appendages. The only significant differences are that they are more tolerant to temperature extremes and can last for longer periods of time without water, oxygen, food and sleep. Essentially they are an all-round hardier race of people. Their skin is thicker than a humans, and regardless of climate always dark olive in complexion. The average height for males is 5ft and females slightly higher, and their eyes are somewhat larger on average than a humans. Their life spans range around 60-70 years, even with their modern medical technology.

Gender: Male

Height: 5ft dead

Weight: 75kg

Age: 19

Appearance: Jok has a sharp angular face that one instantly distrusts, coupled with a boyish grin that completes the look of a bit of a prankster. His skin is dark olive in complexion, like all of his race. His body type would best be described as athletic, not noticeably bulky for a soldier but with a wiry strength. He has short black hair and brown eyes. His skin is fairly heavily tattooed, though nothing on his face.

Personality: Jok's boyish demeanour is something of a front for what is by all accounts a sadistic mind. Perfectly suitable for his role as an explosives expert, prone to leaving cruel traps for the enemy, he shows little remorse about his actions. With a slightly inappropriate sense of humour and a mean streak, he is only somewhat redeemed by his loyalty to his squad.

Physical Traits: As a foot soldier in the Grent Republic's army and a recruit fresh from the republic's controversial new training facility, Jok is physically powerful, ruthless, and masterful in the art of dealing death, despite his age. However, he would still be limited by the restraints of biology if it were not for the exo-skeletons foot soldiers are outfitted with.

Unsuited

If Jok's suit is disabled for whatever reason or unsuitable for a mission he's forced to rely on his own muscles, with decreased physical capabilities.

Strength: Roughly bench 250kg

Speed: Max running speed of 24mph

Agility: Reflexes at roughly double peak human, due to controversial drug programs increasing the receptivity of synapses in the brain.

Durability: All Ramor have somewhat thicker skin than humans and denser bones, making him roughly twice as hard to hurt as a human his size.

Endurance: Jok can run at a flat sprint for 30 minutes, long distance training has increased his endurance to almost super human levels. He could easily jog for a day and night without rest, making it unlikely that he will tire in anything other than a long period of activity.

Suited

Strength: Roughly bench 1000kg

Speed: Max running speed of 50mph (reached in four seconds.)

Agility: Reflexes remain the same, but the exo-suit allows him to move his arms faster and with more force, almost quadruple his normal speed.

Durability: The suit doesn't change his natural durability, though it is made of titanium and would easily repel a bullet if he was lucky enough to be hit in one of the structural pieces.

Endurance: The suit increases his endurance, though its relatively short battery life of six hours does put a cap on the amount of time he can spend using it.

Senses: Jok has the naturally powerful eyesight of the Ramor which is almost half again better than a humans, especially in low light conditions. Other than that his senses are similar to any humans, save for his pain tolerance is higher due to his controversial 'training'.

Skills: After undergoing the three year intensive training program Jok has become the perfect soldier, unquestioning of his orders regardless of their brutality, capable of making tactical decisions, and incredibly proficient with his tools of the trade.
Survival
Basic Weapons
Advanced Weapons
Demolitions
Bomb Defusal
Basic Combat
Advanced Combat
Psychological Warfare
Guerrilla Tactics
Advanced Driving Course
Parkour
Intermediate Combat First-Aid
Hand to Hand combat, most similar to Krav Maga and Judo
Engineering
Electronics
Improvised munitions

Equipment (all weapons are roughly similar to modern day equivalents in stats not included)

ALICE Pack: Specially modified for quick movement and access on covert operations, Jok is none-the-less equipped with what is most like the modern day ALICE pack. It's fastened outside his Exo-Suit.

Weaponry: Jok's load out is dependent on a mission, he has a small armoury from which he can choose to bring a reasonable amount of weaponry into the field. If there is no Intel on the mission or objective then he will bring a random assortment of weaponry from each category to suit different possible scenarios. His weapon choices are as followed.

Mainline weaponry

KG20 Carbine Assault Rifle: Weighing around 4kg with a full magazine of 30 rounds, with an adjustable stock that drops the length from 35" to 31" the KG20 fires 5.56mm rounds and is roughly equitable in terms of power and velocity to the M4 Carbine. It also features an under-barrel grenade launcher which can fire a single 40mm fragmentation grenade. Maximum ammo, four magazines.

SOP Submachine Gun: Only 2.5kg in weight and 26" in length with an integrated silencer, the SOP submachine gun fires 7.62 rounds and has an effective range of around 100 meters. Maximum ammo, four magazines.

Man-portable explosive ordinance

Hazard MGL: 5kg six-shot revolver-type grenade launcher that can be loaded with HE, HEAT, chemical and pyrotechnic 40mm rounds. It has a short stubby design and can effectively fire up to 300 meters at roughly three rounds per second. It fires rounds at a velocity of about 70 meters per second. Maximum ammo, six HE, two of each special round type on an ammo belt.

Leaper Shoulder-Launched Assault Weapon: Weighing a hefty 15kg means this rocket launcher is only really suitable when Jok's suited up. Fires 150mm warhead with optional laser guidance system. One shot and it's abandoned, similar to the MBT LAW.

Anti-Personnel Mine: Similar in essence to the M18 Claymore mine, max capacity of two. Can be activated by laser detection, trip wire, or remote detonation.

36Rde Anti-personnel grenades: Fragmentation grenades with motion sensor technology, designed to be thrown into a hot zone where they remain undetonated until triggered either by the user's kill-switch or when a large body (roughly human sized) moves into the kill radius of five feet. Similar in detonation strength to an ordinary fragmentation grenade. Capacity of three.

Smoke Grenades: Essentially exactly what they sound like, similar to modern day equivalent. Max capacity, two.

RE20: Similar in essence to modern day C4 explosives, small satchels which can be adjusted to become adhesive and stick to surfaces. They are detonated remotely by trigger. Maximum of two.

Side Arms

Hedson Pistol: 9mm pistol, fairly basic, 12 round magazine, couple extra mags, can be outfitted with a silencer.

Jackhammer Revolver: 6 shot revolver, 50. rounds. Extra 6 rounds.

14" combat knife

Medi-Kit: All special operatives of the Grent republic are authorised with two multi-purpose stim-packs, administered by injection, the chemical stops bleeding, provides a boost of adrenaline to combat pain, and contains a powerful anti-toxin designed to reduce the effects of poisons and toxins.

Armour: Jok is always wearing full camouflaged combat gear on missions, including a durable weave vest similar though slightly more effective than modern day Kevlar. He also tends to wear a ballistic face mask with built in air filtration technology and a lightweight helmet with adjustable night vision goggles.

Exo-Suit: The most innovative piece of equipment designed by Ramor military service for infantrymen. The Exo-suit is a external titanium alloy support-suit designed to reinforce the user's muscular strength, making them faster, more durable, able to hit harder and lift more. It requires a ten minute operation in base conditions to attach the suit to the operator, and cannot be effectively removed without basic surgical tools. It's lightweight, roughly ten kg all around, and makes only a slight amount of sound as the structure moves. It's powered by hydrogen batteries attached to the back of the suit just above the tail bone. It can be powered down when not in use and moved using ones own strength, with only a slight encumbrance. It has a life of two hours operational, which is the trade off for having highly volatile batteries because they must be encased in the titanium shell and can't be easily replaced. The wiring is protected by the titanium shell, and the feet and knuckles of the operator are also protected allowing for the use of more powerful melee attacks.

Backstory: Jok is an infantry-man and demolitions specialist in the Grent republic's army. Due to the unique nature of his controversial training (for which he was volunteered by his orphanage) he is unquestioning of his orders and a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

[User]
Jok's entry to the forest would initially go unnoticed, as his distance and the lack of obvious noises that he made were enough to obscure his presence from the Windspeaker, but his settling point was close enough that Touho knew something had entered the vicinity. She did not make any overt movements that could give away her position nor change her breathing patterns, but silently moved the digits on her right hand, twisting her wrist slightly, as she created Symbols of Fuujin with which to be prepared. While she would stop (or speed up depending) upon hearing another movement or seeing something to suggest such movements, the Symbols would mount fairly quickly until she had created five.

Her first technique would likely be Spiritual Armour in order to get a feel for her opponent's preference for range - she was capable at mid range and short range, but had an offensive disadvantage at the longer ranges. The more quickly she could cover the distance, the easier it would be to land a crippling blow and win the fight from there. These assumptions were just that, however, and she withheld any true judgement until she knew the capabilities (or at least had a cursory idea) of her opponent. Any significant action before that would be brash.

[Assistant]
Jok was unable to spot anyone following him immediately, but he was content to wait in his forested cover on the southern edge of the island, standing stock still with a decent view of the central plains. He was kneeling to keep his own profile low with a good degree of scrub blocking him from anything other than a careful of somehow enhanced view of the forest. What he was assured of was that if they were in view then he would be spotting them first, with his own impressive eye-sight.

His SMG was raised slightly and pointed outwards, ready to be locked on any targets he judged within its effective range. It wasn't the best long ranged weapon, but he was fairly confident there were few places on the island his bullets wouldn't reach, strange physics aside.

[User]
Touho continued to make symbols at the previous rate that she had before until she had a total of twenty three symbols, taking an additional 9 seconds. She had decided that her opponent was not in the immediate area, and that her initial thoughts had been wrong. Perhaps this was foolish, and she kept herself alert during the entire process in order to be ready to react in case she was wrong, but it did not seem like there was an opponent nearby.

The easiest way to win against an unknown opponent was to grind them out - she was able to stay well out of range of most possible combatants for a long time, and her ability to blanket the entire arena in a frigid hailstorm was one that she would have to take advantage of. She had seen a glimpse of what looked like a cave entrance, but she did not know if there was an interconnected series of tunnels. When fighting commenced, she would be sure to check it out - but until her opponent revealed themselves it was too much of a risk to make the first move.

The first to act was the first to fall, she had always been taught, and it was a tenet that had saved her life multiple times in the past - now was no different.

[Assistant] Jok continued to survey the open field for a short while, and provided nothing had entered his surveillance region in the next five minutes he would probably move another twenty feet or so through the forest's edge and continue to survey the battlefield, watching his back carefully as he did so. This process would take around thirty minutes to complete, so if nothing happened for that time thirty minutes would pass with Jok on the north western side of his forested area.

[User]
In order to continue to not take the first action, Touho decided that she must take action. With her recently amassed symbols of Fuujin, she used her Akishimo no Gishiki technique that would create a hailstorm capable of blanketing the entire battlefield in shards of ice and freezing winds - she was content to take the risk of her opponent having an affinity to ice as the chance was extremely low compared to the chance that it would force them to take action. Most opponents would be forced to retreat and find shelter from the blistering cold that would fall over the battlefield, and in doing so she would force her opponent to take action first.

Provided that her opponent was not, in fact, immune to the effects or of helped by the cold, they would find themselves quickly in a risky position. Action would be required of her opponent first, and even if that action ended up not being beneficial to the Windspeaker, the battlefield was her domain in the Akishimo no Gishiki - she would have a distinct advantage against almost all opponents.

[Assistant]
Jok was looking out across the empty plains when he noticed clouds forming up on high. Normally he wouldn't pay attention to something as mundane as the weather, but quite quickly he noticed that the sudden storm approaching was no natural phenomenon. He swore inwardly at his luck, starting to reconsider his earlier elation at being picked for this mission, not only were physics fucked in this strange world but now the weather was all done in as well.

The hail fell with purpose, driving the air to freezing temperature and Jok settled down beneath the shrubbery and the trees to plan his next move. Covered as he was completely in tactical gear he was uniquely protected from the effects of the cold, and the dense coverage above him was more than capable of keeping the hail from bashing against his body. Though he had no reason to consider it his race was particularly resilient to any extremes of temperature and as those things went this storm wasn't even that bad. Without a piercing wind he was fairly well insulated from the effects of the cold and saw no reason to move immediately.

His armoured exo-skeleton was naturally resistant to the cold and would further protect him from losing heat so he judged he could easily last out in the hail storm for about half an hour, at which point he may seek shelter in a cave like the one he had entered from. With little else to do he kept peering out into the teeth of the storm and waited for it to pass, wondering if the threat would be so well protected from what he thought was a natural by-product of a strange world.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 25 or so

Personality: Fairly lax and care-free. A lighthearted individual who's friendly demeanor makes him easy to like and a popular choice among customers. He treats his work with the utmost respect and treats all weapons he views as a work of art. His one "trigger" is people who treat weapons as disposable tools and nothing more. If he gets even a whiff of disrespect off of someone the switch flips and he goes completely psychotic, usually ending with the offender dead on the floor, killed by their own weapon.

Faction: Self-aligned, open to contracts from anyone willing to pay.

Equipment: Personal weapons: .44 Magnum (modified with bull barrel, heavy receiver and comfort grips) and combat shotgun (modified with full stock, long barrel, drum magazine, and compensator). Professional Gear: Large selection of weapons, mods, and ammo for sale. Toolbox stocked with every tool he needs to repair or modify weapons. Small ammo-crafting kit. Stockpile of assorted scrap metals and other miscellaneous items used as components.

Skills: Weapon maintenance/care/modification, ammo production, and at least a passing knowledge of most styles of combat.

History: Brick's father was a Gun Runner operating out of New Vegas. He was one of their best men, a highly-skilled salesman and craftsman who simply loved his work. He learned everything he could about weapons, and wanted to know more. He jumped at the opportunity to join a caravan headed for the mythical Commonwealth on the east coast. Their mission? To establish a series of east coast branches of the Gun Runners, and eventually create a national network of death-dealers. The Commonwealth Gun Runners flourished in their initial years, and began to spread out by making lucrative deals with major weapons dealers in every region, as per the plan.

By the time of Brick's birth, they had established small, but successful and well-respected outposts in Ronto, The Pitt, and The Capital Wasteland. Naturally, Brick grew up surrounded by weapons and took an interest in learning everything his father could teach him. Throughout the years, the two of them wandered from outpost to outpost, learning both the slight and significant differences in how the different craftsmen of the Gun Runners operated. With time, he too became obsessed with the 'beauty' of weapons, and truly took the teaching of 'weapons are art pieces' to heart.

Shortly after his father passed, Brick was selected for a new project. A travelling caravan of Gun Runners equipped with all the necessary equipment to preform their signature services even in the middle of nowhere. They were known as the Wandering Weaponforge, and for several years, business was good. Not long ago, word of a new opportunity for expansion came- The Outer Banks, Brick, a few guards, and three other craftsmen were to move into this region and establish a new outpost near a major settlement. Their journey was long and not without setbacks, only Brick and 3 of the guards made it to their destination. Three months later, Brick has made some success in his mission. Word is beginning to spread of a man known only as 'Forge' who is set up at the Davenport Homestead outside Creswell who can do miraculous things with weapons, as long as you have the caps to pay.

[User]
Reese glanced over at Chase when he spoke to him and then over towards a figure in the distance and his eyes widened, he had seen images of Deathclaws but none up close, though he knew how dangerous they were, it'd be difficult to take it down and almost impossible alone, he had to make sure that the others in the town got to safety, though he didn't know how much time it would take, he would try and get people to message each other to get to safety.

He soon set out, telling people to go and hide that there were dangers as well as tell anyone they came across to hide as well, as much as he would want to go to each section of the town to tell people to run, he just couldn't, not with so much chaos going on, it'd be just his lucky really. "Perhaps it would've been better to either be captured or killed, at least the town wouldn't be in danger then." He spoke to himself quietly before shaking his head as he started to make his way back towards where Eden was, he couldn't think like that, not with so many threats going on.

He soon spotted where Eden was, getting ready to head to her when Ral and Liv along with the other bandits with them managed to stop him, pointing their guns at him, "Well well, looks like the doctor fella' couldn't resist seeing us." Ral grinned though Reese wasn't looking too pleased, these guys were easy for him, but them wasting his time wasn't something he was going to allow.

"Aw don't look so upset, some of us is just better than you's." He continued to taunt more.

"Look I don't have time to deal with you petty thugs, there are more dangers happening than you, so get out of my way." Reese responded more aggressively, normally he's calm and collected, but with the danger of another gang to cause extra headaches and a Deathclaw trying to get to the woman calling for it, he couldn't be calm or nice about it.

"Ah but we still owe you and the boss wants you, so we aims to please." He chuckled, unaware of the threat that was getting much closer than they thought.

"Look over there! You see that thing?! It will kill anything in its way to get where it's going, I'm not dealing with you." Reese continued to speak in a rushed and angry tone.

Ral and the other glanced over at where he mentioned, they all froze seeing the Deathclaw, some getting ready to run, until Ral said, "You all stay here, the boss will be done with this trash and then we'll leave before that thing wrecks the town, now-" He spoke before being interrupted by Reese who had taken the time to get his rifle off his back and then was hit in the face with the butt of the gun, giving Reese the opportunity to slip past them, two of the bandits with the other four including Liv and Ral taking the opportunity to run, a Deathclaw was no joke.

The bandit leader may have been fairly fast on his feet but when it came to how large and bulky he was, his attacks were a little slower, though they definitely held a lot of power. Feeling her blade slash at him as he was too slow to defend but since his body was so tough and only slightly smaller than a Super Mutant's, the cuts didn't bother him too much, though just cause he was strong didn't mean he was invincible, even he knew these cuts would start taking their toll on him if he kept getting cut too much.

"Okay girly, I've had enough of you." He growled, watching her movements, eventually feeling like he had an opening and threw a heavy punch at her, just like he did Reese, if it connected, it would surely do a decent amount of damage and send her skidding back quite a few feet.

Reese saw the fighting going, he knew he had to hurry and at least try to assist her, then get to safety somewhere and wait out the Deathclaw or try to kill it, the latter being something he didn't want to do, it was a damn Deathclaw, though it would be interesting, he heard stories of even power armor users having difficulty killing one of those things, sometimes even being killed themselves.

[Assistant]
Chase snorted, shrugging his shoulders as Reese booked it. "Just don't piss it off and let Eden do the rest."

Eden herself felt that punch right through the gut. Sending her flying she skidded across the ground, air escaping her when her back finally hit a wall. An iron taste in her mouth she opened her eyes to see her opponent with a face that made her even more bitter. Spitting the crimson on the ground she stood once more, looking over her shoulder to see the shadow of the beast. Yet even from here she could tell that it looked a bit different, least for the massive beasts she saw when living on her farm.

Yet she knew there was no turning around now. Again she called and again she could hear the bast run forward. Bracing her weapon she went to a defence mode, buying time for now she grabbed at the pockets of her pouch, a vile holding a disgusting smelling liquid she sighed. She was going to have to make more after this.
Quick on her feet she ran back at the bandit, dodging a blow she felt her finger uncork the top, throwing the dark liquid that smelled of open wounds into his armour before backing up once more. She was making him a target, and she was not going to want to be anywhere near him once the hunter shows up.
Looking around for an escape she cursed, another wall of bandits blocking her path she clicked her blade to the ground, charging again she jumped, using his arm as a spring before slamming it in the joint of his armour around his shoulder. Her hands feeling as though they were glued to the hilt she twisted and turned the blade till she finally pulled it free and tried to back off.

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Reese would make sure to try and help everyone after this whole ordeal was over, right now though he had to try and help Eden, though he still wasn't sure if she was alright or not, if Chase knew her, than she couldn't have been all bad, regardless of their prior interactions with each other, the only thing important right now was to try and get away from whatever that thing was, noticing how it wasn't really a Deathclaw once it was a little closer, still, better to get away and then ask questions later.

The bandit leader continued to swing at her, his encumbering size though made it difficult to hit her, even if some of the blows did connect, they'd graze at the very least. He was getting tired of her jumping all over the place, however he was curious what that stuff was that was on him, he didn't know the substance but it wasn't harming him it seemed, so he'd ignore it for the time being, though when she jumped on him and thrust-ed her blade into his shoulder, he couldn't help but let out a grunt, he could take cuts and even small gun shots, but blades going in fairly deep to his body, even he'd react to that.

"When I get you girly, you'll wish I had killed you quickly!" He shouted, the look of a beast in his eyes as he pulled back for a stronger punch than he usually threw because anger was starting to take over, he was sure it'd hit her and if it did, he doubted she'd be able to get up. Though before the attack could make contact with her, Reese dove in front of the attack, using his rifle as a base to absorb the attack which made a small dent in the body of the gun, but better that then it hitting her, though the postion of the block changed slightly as he felt pressure on his wound as his injured muscle tried to hold back the bandit leader.

"Hey, looked like you could use a little help." Reese chuckled a little with a wince as he looked back at her and then back at the leader who's fist was still pressing against the gun.

"So you know her? Well it will be equally fun to watch you be helpless as I kill her and then you." The leader growled.

"Nah, I don't know her, but I would never leave anyone to face a tower like you." He continued to grin and chuckled a little.

The leader obviously didn't like that and then used his free hand to slam his fist into Reese's gut, a wince and partially wheeze escaping as he felt the impact, his block lowering just enough to be hit in the head which sent him skidding into a nearby wall of a shop. Though it didn't keep him down, he was a little shaky getting up as a small amount of blood trickled down his head, his left eye not being able to open as well as him having shallow breathes.

"You can keep thrashing me around all you like, I won't let you harm anyone." He panted, feeling that since he was why they were here, it should be his fight, even if it killed him, he could at least give her the chance to run away.

The leader chuckled but not out of amusement, no it was pure rage, a beast hidden in everyone, even if they refused to admit it was there and then said to him, "Well still won't change a thing, I'll crush her just to see it anguish you and then I'll kill you myself."

Reese went over between Eden and the bandit leader and said to her, "Perhaps you should run, he's not after you, he's after me, no sense in getting yourself hurt on my behalf." He chuckled, only because he didn't see how things were going to end well, two bandit groups plus a strange beast he'd never seen before approaching, he didn't know how he as well as the town would get out of this.

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Brick and Reese had gotten separated in the chaos. He had made it to the inn without incident and they were explaining the plan to Travis and the few other armed members of the community. He hoped Joe was doing the same thing across the way at the tavern.

"Everyone clear? Ok, let's move out"

The group exited in groups of 2, moving quickly to take cover against nearby shop stalls and corners. Brick dodged across the main street and quickly rapped on the door of the tavern, the signal for them to move out. Things had gone pretty sideways in the brief interlude. It appeared to Brick as though half the raiders were clustered near the upper end of the street, while the rest were moving door to door, presumably looking for him.

"No point waiting around" he said to no one in particular, sneaking to cover beneath the window of a nearby shack. Peeking upwards, he could see one of the raiders inside. He racked a load into his combat shotgun, popped up, and fired a quick two shots. The shotgun tore both the window and the raider's upper torso apart.

'One down' he thought as he quickly moved back into the alleyways and began to maneuver towards the upper group. He passed by the last place he had seen Reese and remembered.

"Almost lost you there" He said as he picked up the Tenderizer. He slung his shotgun and proceeded with the baseball bat at the ready, keeping a hand near his revolver holster in case he had to fire. Suddenly, he heard a roar.

'Oh, that can't be good'

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Scuzz looked up from pillaging yet another store to find one of his charges rushing towards him.
"Numan's dead, someone blew him up with a scattergun"
"WHO?!"
"I saw a scrawny guy take off up the street, through the alleys"
"Well, go!" he shouted "Kill anyone what gets in the way of us and Forge!"


[System]
Race: Beorc
Age: 26
Appearance:
Class: Mercenary
Weapon Proficiency: Sword A
Features:
Stats
 Constitution - 4
 Strength - 5
 Magic - 0
 Skill - 5
 Speed - 4
 Defense - 3
 Resistance - 1
 Luck - 2
Inventory: Diamante (Long Sword Effective against Cavalry and Knights), Iron Sword, Vulnerary
Personality: Erik is impulsive and short-tempered. He is quick to action when he believes it is necessary, and does not believe in waiting when something could be done. Although he does not always think about the consequences of his actions, Erik's heart is always in the right place. He is generally friendly, and steadfastly loyal to those he calls friend. He is also straigthforward and blunt, not always succumbing to noble etiquette and formalities.
Biography: As the younger son of Queen Jannis of Albia, Prince Erik enjoyed a rather privileged life. However, he despised the nobility life and wanted to go on adventures. Being second in line to the throne, Erik never had the pressures of learning to rule like his older brother Rolph. Queen Jannis wanted to encourage Erik to experience the outside world, so she sent him to other cities in Albia as well as other countries to learn and train. While he did that, Erik often got into mischief. In Monos, he studied with the crown prince Brandon of House Rolklin, where the two often got into trouble. Queen Jannis also allowed Erik to train in Maul as well. He became fast friends with Princess Anya, who enjoyed having fun as teenagers with Erik. While in Miricia, Erik would often train with the future King Jacob II.

Erik often neglected his duties and tried to have fun with his life. That was until he learned of his childhood friend's assassination. Normally, Queen Jannis would have sent her older son as a representative to find out about Jacob's death. However, Erik volunteered right away, to seek justice for his friend.

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Dawn, Miricia

How did everything suddenly get so crazy? They hadn't even been here for more than five minutes and now the tavern has turned to utter chaos! First it seemed that one of the servers had caught the attention of everyone in the tavern after a loud drunk had patted him across the path. The look that Prince Erik had when he turned towards Sir Gregory and himself indicated that he was preparing to intervene if he needed to.

But before that situation could developed anymore, a crash came through the roof and what looked like a kid fell on top of another patron. Just what the heck is going on?! Even as his brain was processing the insanity, the situation gets even worse when it becomes seemingly evident that the kid is a madman, as he starts firing off lightning at random inside the tavern.

Zachary knew in this situation that the first priority is to secure the safety of his prince. He bolts up from his seat towards Prince Erik, hastily placing his arm on his back with a push to keep his head down. "Your Highness! It's not safe here. We need to get you outside now!" It's imperative he can keep the Prince safe. An incident here could spell trouble not just here, but back in Albia as well.

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Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia

Madness!

Erik has barely enough time to react before the roof collapsed, and some maniac appeared to be firing on the bar patrons. "We're not running from this!" He unsheathed his sword, as Gregory rose and armed himself with a Lance.

"Get the innocent to safety! Break this fight apart!" He commanded, and dashed forward to the fray, attacking the odd, shorter fellow who crashed into the tavern. He swung his sword from the top of his head, making sure to try to hit his opponent with the broad side of his sword for a non-lethal strike.

[User]
Felix Vulpecula

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Felix just barely managed to dodge out of the way of the oncoming slash. Ye gods this guy was fast. It was by only their divine intervention (or more the devil's luck) that the guy was slowed by the table he used as cover otherwise he'd have been instantly knocked out of the fight.

"Oh gods, you're a Main Character." the mage said, dodging behind much slower patrons. They made good meat shields. "And are you trying to kill me you arse? You know magi have lower physical abilities than you brutes!"

As punisment for breaking the fourth wall, the Fire Fox tripped on an errant mug and went rolling into another patron, headbutting the guy square in the junk. The youth quickly stood up and started trying to rub that off his head.

"Eww... I touched another guys junk... so gross..."

[Assistant]
Ava - Dawn, Miricia

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There was no need to strain her ears for Ava to notice the ongoing mess in the tavern. Somehow everything went from zero to a hundred in less than five minutes, starting from the roof collapsing. She was pleased with these turn of events though, it seems luck had decided to favor her this time, as now she had an excuse to beat a few people up and get answers of what occurred from there, something miles more interesting than pretending to be a dog. The king surely wouldn't mind her roughing of a few people up if it's for investigation purposes. Her human form would probably be enough for handling a couple of drunkards, but if she had to go against the Albian knights she would need to use her beast form.

Ditching her disguise Ava kicked the door open, not a few moments later getting a chair thrown at her by one of the patrons, which she narrowly managed to avoid. A quick look at the "We don't serve beasts or birds!" sign made her realize that coming out without hiding her ears had made her a walking target. Well, that saved her the effort of having to initiate a fight, she thought, a big grin forming on her face.

[User]
Nortiz - Dawn, Mirica

Your Highness?

The words caught Nortiz's attention as he finally managed to transform. Hoping the confusion of the mage and the laguez newcomer (hopefully she'd be alright) would be enough of a distraction, he flew up through the roof then found a place to hide where he still had a view of the tavern's brawl. He needed to keep an eye on that royal.

While he could be the king himself with the knight accidentally calling him by his old title, most likely it was some foriegn dignitary (especially now that Nortiz noticed the non-Mirican sigils). If so, he was likely here on business with the Jacob III, which could provide an opening to learn all the facts and investigate the prime person who benefited from the past king's murder. The anti-Laguez laws had come rather quickly in the aftermath, a laguez type kill could be faked, and hopefully an actual laguez assassin would kill in a Beroc way in order to not be obvious unless paid to do otherwise. (And the only other possibility he knew of was those laguez fanatics and hopefully it wadn't them because that would mean that they've started to make their move and they would...)

Nortiz shook his head. Now wasn't the time for such musings. First thing was to keep an eye on this prince and potentially help the other laguez. That's all he could concern himself with for now. Observing and waiting.

[Assistant]
Prince Erik Reighn - Dawn, Miricia

"Gah!" Erik shouted as his sword sliced through the wooden table, missing his intended target. He was a peculiar fellow, somehow managing to clumsily slip along something on the ground and land into a nearby patron in a sensitive area. Erik shook his head and looked back, seeing Gregory holding up his lance and trying to motion for the others around not to interfere. It had taken a moment for Erik to truly realize what was now going on.

While the first man who had crashed through the roof seemed to be a problem, many of the other beorc patrons now began to gather menacingly around another white-haired wolf laguz, and around the roof at the recently departed raven laguz who was previously in hiding. The animosity was clear in their eyes. They were out for blood.

Erik backed up closer to the laguz and smaller human who was still inside the tavern and spoke to them in a lower voice, but mostly toward Felix. "You both should leave with me," He instructed them.

"Nothing else to see here, gentlemen!" Gregory exclaimed brightly, trying to appease the men around.

"Those filthy sub-humans are attacking my customers!" One of the bartenders shouted hatefully.

"Nasty beasts!" One patron shouted, which irked others on. Erik took a deep breath and released it through his nose as he tried to calm himself from the bigotry these 'people' were displaying. Gregory was most certainly more level-headed than the prince.

"Let's all just calm down here!" Gregory motioned at the patrons again. Erik spotted one of the angrier patrons dash outside the tavern. That wasn't a good sign.

Once more, Erik looked across at the human and laguz. "Now," He demanded, and gestured toward the outside.

[User]
Felix Vulpecula

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"Who are you calling subhuman, you arse!" Felix yelled st the proprietor, "I'm as human as the next man!" This turn of phrase wasn't helpful as he was currently next to the Wolf Laguz. Felix ignored sword guy, seeeing as he was being boring and wanted to stop the fight, instead turning to the wolfgirl.

"So, come here often?" he jokingly asked, surreptitiously swapping his tome for something more... flame-boyant. He started laughing like the evil sod that he was.

"Mwah hahaha... behold the power of the Fire Fox... ELFIRE!"

Between the angry mob and the duo came a plume of flame. It was only at this moment he remembered this tavern was soaked in alcohol. Welp, this'll be the fifth tavern he's burnt down, no worries.

[Assistant]
Dawn, Miricia

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Zachary let's out a quick breath. Wants to move the Prince to a safer area and he wants to run towards the madness. Reminds him of his brother, now that he thinks of it. But now isn't the time to reminiscing such things. He has a task ordered by the Prince and he will uphold it.

Not like his bow would do much good in a close quarters situation like this anyway.

Thus, Zachary begins to either direct and lead patrons out of the tavern who either not participating in the chaos or to those who had the unfortunate luck to have been struck, he began to drag them outside and away from the fray. Coming back inside from one such dragging, He moves to check on Prince Erik. The boy who started this whole situation seems to be actively ignoring the Prince, much to his annoyance.

 "It would seem that he wishes not to heed your orders Sir…" Watching as said boy let's off yet another spell into the group of angry patrons.  "... And I don't think he plans to leave peacefully at this rate."

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Ava

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Ava's smile deflated the moment one of the knights stopped the fighting, she hadn't gotten the chance to beat at least one person up, and they were asking for it with their taunts. Still, thinking objectively she had succesfully made contact with the Albian knights and gave them a somewhat good first impression. Being with them would make moving around the city much easier, and there was still the matter of looking for the other Laguz who escaped from the roof.

Things wouldn't be so simple however, as the "Laguz" beside her would prove. Briefly being amused at a brat trying to hit on her, Ava wouldn't have expected the kid to be stupid or crazy enough to cast Elfire inside a tavern, but as soon as she heard his crazy laughter she knew nothing good could come out of it. "Guess that solves the mystery of who started this mess in the first place" she muttered to herself "I'll gladly take your offer Mister, in fact I'd suggest we make a run for it right now" she directed her words to prince Erik. Fire magic and beast Laguz weren't exactly a good combination.

[Assistant]
Nortiz - Dawn, Mirica

The raven laguez immediately went airborne as the elffire was cast. What was that idiot thinking? Had he purposely styled his hair like that and acted like this to further widen the divide between beroc and laguez (only beroc would be fooled by a simple hairstyle? Or was he just that oblivious?

Gritting his beak, Nortiz prepared to grab either of the knights, the prince, or the best laguez if they didn't get out in time to escape the explosion on their own. The situation could give him an even better ticket for his investigation. Besides, he couldn't leave a fellow laguez behind and the prince and his escorts' actions made it so he owed them a little for trying (while keeping watch in case it was a ploy). Otherwise, he'd simply try to keep a bird's eye view on the group while not being too conspicuous.