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BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego); Delva (by godsons)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Dark, Ashy-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Creamy-Pale
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

(Two Of These)

Wing-Cloak

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Overall Personality
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Her Inner Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Inspiration, Knowledge
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past, Sauron

Elegant | Unpredictablly-Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Influential

Everyone believed that Saeril was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion to support various realms and their inhabitants. A greatly-unpredictable individual, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; for even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by the guilt of her cruel and malicious actions. Since then, she feared her other persona "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of Sauron's control over her, who wished to wreck havoc from time to time. The ultimate goal was to redeem, and dissipate this inner darkness from within.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili, whom she'd grown to care for as her own children. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was absolutely devastated after witnessing Azog kill his older brother. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became frank and strictly protective of Kili, going so far to keep him alive, and stay by his side throughout his many ventures, though she may not always agree with them. Her connection with her youngest godson became so strong, others knew better not to cross her if there's damage inflicted upon him.

Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she is, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Comadre; alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Compadre; deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog the Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Bolg (Enemy; alive) (Orc)

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Kili grinned guiltily, he had indeed placed a bet with the others. Saeril knew him too well. "Only a small one," he answered, but Dwalin scoffed a bit from where he'd overheard the two.

"Small? You bet more than half your coin, lad. Lost it, too." The burlier dwarf had no faith in the too-skittish hobbit. Bilbo had turned their offer down, he would not come. Most had bet against him, and for a good reason, in his opinion.

"There is still time for him to come." Kili grimaced lightly, but he knew if Bilbo did not arrive, he would be without much of his coin for the remainder of the journey. Why had he been so foolish? Bofur had tried to talk him out of gambling so much, but he would not listen.

As if on cue, Bilbo approached the clearing, clearly out of breath. "Wait! Wait!" The hobbit clutched his side as he fought to regain his breath, and he held the parchment above his head to show his signature to Saeril and the others. "I signed it!"

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Saeril listened to the discussion between Kili and Dwalin. It sounded fair, nor was the concept itself greedy, but if she figured that if Kili wagered big, who knows what she might say? It was pure amusement as she listened and watched. "So, if I say that if we make it to the mountain alive, you would owe me?", she butted in, teasing the youngest with a chuckle.

She softly and heartily giggled, in a soft way. She was enjoying her time so far. She was wrong to hide from them. She liked dwarves, but it varied. Those who can make her laugh or smile, are easily those she would see as friends, but others? Only Mahal will tell...

That was until she heard yelling. She looked behind her, only to see Bilbo running towards them, obviously out of breath.

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"Whoa!" Several dwarves stopped their ponies, and all eyes were on Bilbo. Kili felt a surge of hope when the parchment was mentioned, and he cast a light, triumphant grin towards Dwalin. "You were saying?" Kili could be a bit cocky, especially when he believed himself winning. The youngest looked towards his godmother now, and he laughed good naturedly as she spoke of another gamble. "I am not sure I want to bet against that," he teased, taking things lightly as he often did. There was no doubt in his mind that they'd make it alive; he was so very inexperienced to the dangers of Middle Earth, and in his mind, they were practically immortal to have such a team.

Balin took the contract from Bilbo, then gave it a careful look over with the help of his pocket glass. With a kindly smile and nod of approval, the older dwarf folded the parchment. "Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

Thorin, however, remained unimpressed. "Give him a pony," he instructed his nephews before leading the way once again. Having Bilbo along did not change his low opinion of him. Bilbo was cowardly, he would be nothing more than a burden and nuisance.

Bilbo was mortified. "No, no, no, no, that - that won't be necessary, thank you, but I-I'm sure I can keep up on foot. She is walking, and so shall I." The hobbit referred to Saeril, and then he started ahead on foot. "I've done my fair share of walking holidays, you know." As their new burglar stammered out excuses, Kili smirked to Fili in a silent means of communicating with him. Without delay, he reached down from his pony, and grabbed the still-rambling Bilbo by the shoulder. "I even got as far as Frogmorton once--" with a yelp, Bilbo felt himself lifted from the ground, and he was set right atop the only pony without a rider.

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The walk was long, but she didn't complain. Saeril's biology was beyond that of humans and dwarves, so moving by foot was no problem. Not a single ache came for her feet, but she was pretty certain that the ponies can't walk forever, which also became one of the reasons they had to stop and camp for the following night. That night, Saeril let her cloak transform into her feathered wings, tucked in behind her as she sat with her godsons near the fire. Only being dressed in her black, tight, catsuit-like outfit with feathers embedded in the fabric, Saeril wasn't cold, and she certainly wasn't tired; not with her godsons still awake; she could stay awake for the longest of periods.

Saeril was enjoying the company of her new family, and she certainly felt herself grow close to the young heir. She hoped that Fili didn't mind, but of course, the she-elf will accept them both, and she would have to. Good laughs they had, good stories to tell. It was purely familial. Saeril was about to reach behind her waist for one of her curved blades to sharpen it, but froze once a loud shriek sounded in the distance. It can't be, can it?

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Bilbo should have counted himself fortunate that there had been an extra pony for him. The company had traveled long and far, with little to no breaks in-between. When it was announced by Thorin that they would stop for the night, he breathed a sigh of relief. After they'd eaten, everyone turned in for the night, but he could not sleep. Life on the road was so unlike what he was used to, and he found himself visiting his pony as a result of insomnia. "Hello, girl. That's a good girl." Bilbo offered her an apple, then pet a hand through her chestnut mane. "It's our little secret, Myrtle; you must tell no one."

Kili was wide awake as well, and he was enjoying the company of both his brother and Saeril. The fire kept them comfortably warm, and he took notice of their burglar in the distance. "Suppose he'll want to keep her, once the journey is done," he remarked with some amusement, but then some terrible, unearthly shrieks could be heard from parts unknown.

Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin, and he looked back to see if the others had heard it too. "What was that?!" So terrified was he that he abandoned Myrtle to regroup with the others, his eyes wide with fear.

Kili was frightened himself, though seeing Bilbo so pale brought out his mischievous side. This was also an opportunity to bring some amusement to his godmother and Fili; he had the tendency to show off when he could. "Orcs," he answered lowly, and that one word was enough to wake Thorin, who had been dozing on the opposite side of the camp.

Bilbo ran a hand through his curly hair, frazzled as ever. "Orcs?" For the hundredth time that day, he regretted his choice to come. The creatures sounded positively awful; he did not wish to witness what came along with the scream.

"They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep." Kili was fighting to keep a straight face; he knew this was a bit cruel, but Bilbo was such an easy target. "Quick and quiet; no screams, just lots of blood." Once Bilbo's back was to them, he lost the mask of graveness and instead laughed with his brother.

Thorin approached the four, his disgust evident. "You think that's funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?"

Kili looked to his uncle with a bit of surprise; he hadn't known him to be listening. "We didn't mean anything by it," he protested quietly, his heart sinking. Losing Thorin's approval was a terrible feeling; one he'd felt more and more as of late. Why could he not seem to impress him?

"No, you didn't." Thorin turned his back on them, then moved to overlook the valley below. "You know nothing of the world."

Kili fell quiet after that, for he had no way to defend himself nor to argue. It was true, after all. He knew nothing, and he'd only succeeded in showing how young and naive he really was. To hear his uncle so obviously disgusted was crushing, and he dropped his gaze, too embarrassed to look at his godmother or Fili right now. No matter how hard he tried, he never seemed to gain Thorin's approval, and it was a constant source of low self-esteem. Thorin's words were often taken to heart. Perhaps too much.

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"Throat cutters", Fili confirmed from next to his baby brother, taking his smoking pipe out of his mouth as he spoke. He knew where his brother was getting at, and it amused him to how much he liked to play around. The eldest was just an accomplice, and he was often prompted by Kili to take part in his ventures within the Blue Mountains. Not that he agreed with them, but he just simply just can't refuse. "They'll be dozens of them out there", he only did this, just to stay on his side of the game.

Admittedly, Saeril wasn't at all impressed, and it was apparent to the dissaproving look coming upon her Elven features. She was looking at the young dwarrows before her, and eyes expressed a piercing gaze that can only summon intimidation to those before her. Her face was still soft, not completely dark.

"If you're thinking on amusing me, it's not working", the she-elf informed the youngest. However, her facials softened when she heard Thorin approach them with spite in his voice towards his nephews. Saeril turned her head towards his direction, her straight, ashy-brown hair following her movements.

She couldn't believe what she saw; it wasn't what she expected either. She knew that teasing Bilbo wasn't funny, but with a family telling you that you know nothing about the world you live in, it was a bit overly harsh. It was true that Kili was both childishly young and naive, but to lower his self-esteem by said-comments weren't acceptable. Especially if you are an heir. Seeing that the youngest was the one being mostly affected, the female gently placed a comforting hand on Kili's arm, soothing him.


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Age: 20

Appearance:

Years in the Academy: 7

Ancestors: TaskMaster is his Uncle. X-23(Laura Kinney) is his mother. He does not know his father due to the man dying when he was young; however, this man is the link to TaskMaster.

Photographic Reflexes = Alex has the ability of Photographic Reflexes. He wasn't born with this ability but due to his healing factor his uncle, TaskMaster, took him and began testing on him. TaskMaster tested to see if he could implant his own ability within the boy, and it worked. Alex now can copy any physical action that his body could naturally do. However, due to not naturally being born with this ability Alex can 'forget' how to do the move if he doesn't work to ingrain it into his muscle memory.

Superhuman Longevity = Just like most with a healing factor Alex also has a superhuman level of longevity. This causes him to just like Wolverine and X-23 from whom he has DNA of to age slower during his young adult years and further on.

Regenerative Healing Factor = Alex has a very strong healing factor due to having DNA of Wolverine and X-23. When TaskMaster did tests on the young boy he did something to increase the power at which Alex's body and mind can recover. It has not been attempted, but before TaskMaster escaped he mentioned that he believed that Alex had a better healing factor than Wolverine.

Animalistic Instincts = Similar to Wolverine and X-23 Alex has heightened senses in the form of various animals. He has faster reflexes, stronger sense of smell, better eyesight, and an innate sense of incoming danger. Alex has yet to train these senses to their peak potential so as of right now they feel more of a nuisance until he fully understands what he is sensing.

Hyper Speed = The only ability that Alex can call his own is his speed. Not quite the levels of those such as Quicksilver, but still faster than the average human if only a few MPH's higher. TaskMaster estimated that if he trained his speed that Alex could quite possibly reach Mach 1, but so far Alex has maxed out at 48 MPH.

A side note is that Alex is fairly intelligent. This is primarily because TaskMaster drilled various lessons into the boy's mind. He learned a lot and retain nearly all of it.

Bio: At a young age Alex's life began fairly normal. His father died when he was young so he only knew of his mother Laura as his family. At the time he didn't even know her link to Wolverine or about her powers. Once his abilities started to show themselves she told him everything. It was a lot for a seven year old to take in, but it caused him to have a strong desire to help people.

Unfortunately, within the next year TaskMaster showed up. Still using the name Tony Masters he told the young Alex that he was the young boys uncle having been the brother of his dead father, the last person that had been living who knew Taskmaster's true identity. When Laura found out TaskMaster had shown up she forbid Alex to interact with him. Unfortunately, there was nothing either could do to stop TaskMaster from following out his plans.

The man kidnapped Alex and took him to an old Weapon X facility. There he performed various tests on Alex implanting DNA in him and altering the already preexisting DNA. He taught the boy various things and began attempting to brainwash him. This was very difficult due to the boys healing factor. It took nearly three years, but Laura along with a few other superheroes eventually found the location where TaskMaster had been hiding the boy. TaskMaster had been outside the facility when the heroes showed up and therefore got away.

All of this harshly affected the young boy. A close watch was kept on him after he and his mother moved to Xavier's School in order to keep him safe. Eventually Alex got sick of being stuck in the same place and he tried to run away. He was easily caught by Wolverine who came up with a compromise of placing him in the Avengers Academy. Laura was scared to part ways with her son when TaskMaster was still at large, but she realized that he should be safe with the Avengers close by rather than him continuously trying to run away. Alex only agreed as long as they kept his identity as secret as possible which was agreed to.

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

Weapons: Since TaskMaster planned on working alongside Alex and rebuilding his crime syndicate he used his leftover connections to get Alex a Vibranium-Adamantium alloy Ninjato and a small collapsible Kendo Stick.

Personality: To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone like his uncle. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He really wants to help others but doesn't feel as if he will be any real help.

Other: Has an overbearing desire for revenge against TaskMaster.

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Charlotte considered herself, as well as everyone on campus, lucky that James took more after Steve Rogers than Logan Howlett. James sure knew how to talk to people, something that Charlotte herself wasn't as good at doing. Aside from Annabelle and occasionally bumping heads with Mark, she didn't do a whole lot of socializing. Vix could sort of be considered a second hand friend through Annabelle, but Charlotte could not honestly remember the last conversation that she had with Vix.

In any case, the young boy who had been wrapped up in all of this with the rest of them had been brought along to the Hall of Heroes to speak with the one and only Advanced Training Program Instructor. He was a bit hard to deal with, but nothing worse than how she'd seen some drill sergeants treat some Boots. She went willingly along. Every little motion she made loosened the armor from her body until it was ready to peel off, revealing Charlotte again. She tapped the belt buckle, and the suit flew away without a word from COR. Sometimes things just didn't need to be said.

Speaking of both Annabelle and Vix, the two had decided to join the group as well. Charlotte waved them both to walk over to her, smiling at them. "Enjoy the first scene of the school year? I didn't really take part in the ones years before."

The hall of heroes surrounded her and all of the other students. Her Grandfather, Tony Stark, and many more all lined hall. No matter how many times she walked through, she was surprised that Pepper didn't get a Rescue statue somewhere, or at the very least a not totally selfish plaque by Tony.

Then Mister Lang showed up. She could never really tell with Lang, but was pretty sure that the situation wasn't as dire as he was talking about it like. The boy had been the first to answer Lang's question. Apparently his name was Will. A nice name. Charlotte nodded in agreement and took a small step towards Lang.

"I had just gotten there when it burst into the cafeteria. A few of us led it outside and took care of it before it could cause major harm."

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Vix saw the group of people arrive, her classmates. "As you say." Vix followed Annabelle into the group. mr. Lang was the one who meet them questioning about the scene in the cafeteria. It was not interesting to Vix as she had a recording of the events thanks to someone streaming it. Decided to send it to mr. Lang mail. It included the twitter feed that went along as well as links to threads of some students forums who were making conspiracy theories about the whole thing already.

As well including a few words of her own opinion with the most likelihood written in the mail. It didnt have to be the most likely situationm but it was the safest bet.

 Mr. Lang,
Most likely a third year student misfire.
In greetings Vix

That done, she gave a nod to Charlotte, who she recognized first by the armor. It was the first time they would share the same class. Vix curiosity about her raised. A young boy spoke up first. She looked at him, noticing his strained posture and the slight fidgeting. A second long medical and thermal scans explained it to her.

The boy named Will had a urgent biological need.

Charlotte decided to speak next, moving the attention away from Will. Vix stepped up beside the boy placing her hand softly on his shoulder to get his attention. She had learned enough tact to lean to the boy with a warm smile and whisper.

"The toilets are beside the staircase, just down the hall on the left."

 She pointed it briefly, before moving away to stand and removing her hand from the youngest member of the group. Looking around she spotted Richard with another spider clad student. She gave him a silent greeting with a wave. After the first mishap that she referred to as The sticky incident that happened in her first weeks of her academy days, they become more friendly. He was a nice conversation partner. Vix concluded that the class for the advance program was a nice one.

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Will blinked in surprise, blushed a bit, then nodded. "Thanks." He said quietly, forcing a small smile.
He'd have to wait to leave until the older man was done interrogating them, but at least now he knew where he was going.
As it stood, it seemed like some of the older kids had a pretty solid grasp on what had happened. He hoped whoever made the rocket would fess up quick, because he didn't know how much longer he could wait. And publicly humiliating himself was not a good way to start his first day at Avenger Academy.
He listened as a tall girl who couldn't have been any younger than 18 spoke up, adding on to his weak explanation of the situation. At least this was going relatively quickly.

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Nao groaned inwardly as they walked through the Hall of Heros. He actively avoided this building after his orientation tour. It was a place for legends, those who strode toward the light relentlessly. Nao wasn't like that. He was brought up by the very darkness they swore to fight. He was tainted by it. He felt small in the presence of these legends. During his first year, he nearly left the academy. Between the bullying and ostrigization from the other magical students and the relentless march of remedial classes, Nao felt out of place. He'd missed years of academic and cultural advancement. He discovered music when he was 13. It took him months to acclimate to the idea of cars and even now he couldn't use a computer effectively. He wielded some of the darkest magics in the book and years of training made it almost impossible for his stoic facade to drop. The Hall of Heros served as a reminder of what he wasn't.

Two females wandered into the group as the approached the center. His nose twitched as he instinctively felt for their blood. Anyone who regularly practice blood magic developed a sixth sense for blood quality and types since spells were specific and often times you didn't have time to ask questions while stripping the liquid out of another's body. The girl with green skin and tipped ears was obviously inhuman. He didn't need magical senses to tell that. He frowned. The other didn't have a scent to her. Interesting. He shook his head slightly. No, bad Nao. That was an invasion of privacy on the highest level.

"Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The voice snapped Nao out of his contemplations. Mr. Scott Lang addressed the group. Nao had a hard time getting a feel for the situtation; the man's face betrayed nothing. The young boy stepped forward to explain, followed by Charlotte. They seemed to have covered the basics of the situation, no need for him to get involved. He glanced at his watch and blanched. He'd never skipped class before. A yawn rose unbidden but he managed to stifle it. A sharp pick on his hand reminded him of something. He was still bleeding. He quickly ruffled through his bag, careful not to drip blood inside, and pulled out small band aids. He tipped off each finger.

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Richard jumped down from the drone and high fived Ben. He couldn't leave him hanging. Spider pun not intended. He followed the others to the Hall of Heroes and looked around. No matter how many times he entered this building he was always fascinated. It was like each time he entered he noticed and took in something new. It seemed that others were already here when they arrived. Including Vix. The start of their friendship wa a crazy one. You wouldn't even think they'd become friends after that. She didn't seem to notice him at first and before he could get her attention Scott Lang came on the scene. Or Mr. Lang.

By the way he interrupted James, Richard figured that he was probably upset if even just mildly so. When he asked if they enjoyed the show and what happened Richie just shook his head. "I was actually late to the whole thing." Though considering how lax the school seemed with weapons and technology out in the open on campus he was surprised that there weren't accidents more frequently. Dealing with a few accidents a day every day would actually be some good training. Maybe he should try and set that up. Get the more accident prone students to do what they do best. Soon the young wall crawler was lost in thought.

He soon remembered where he was and noticed Vix waving at him. He smiled and waved back. This was already getting boring fast. He walked over to Mr. Lang and wrapped his arm around him like they were old pals. "No one got hurt. Well, no one except for James over there and he... you know. You must've asked them here for more than just asking what happened, right? Come on. Get to the good stuff."

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Alex watched the group when Scott Lang showed up talking about some 'incident' that happened mere moments ago. He listened for a bit then inserted himself in the conversation, "Come on Mr. Lang. We all know the school has state-of-the-art tech. Is there any real reason to ask these guys when you can just watch some footage. It's the first day. Someone probably just got to anxious or nervous working on some sort of project then lost focus. As long as no one got hurt there is no reason to hold up class. So, please sir." In truth if it hadn't been for the fact that this would hold up his day Alex probably wouldn't have said anything.

 He looked around at the small group gathered around. A few faces he knew a few he didn't. Alex wasn't the most sociable guy around so most had no clue he even existed unless they were apart of the Next Avengers Program where he was one of the best fighters. He also offered his skills as a sparing partner to anyone who needed it due to his powers. Not many took up the offer though since not many people even know of this offer. Either way he was most likely going to know these people very well soon if he didn't already.


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𝓝𝓱𝓲𝓪 𝓚𝓾𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻𝒆 Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏɴᴇ
Tʜᴇ sᴀʟᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴘs ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴋɪɴ
I ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ sᴇᴀ
I ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ

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Nickame
Nini. Nhia usually is short enough though.
Birthday & Age
Summer born. Twenty-One
Height & Weight
Five Foot Five. One Hundred and Ten Pounds.
Dreads & Eyes
Blonde Hair. Blue Eyes.
Personality
Reckless. Charming. Secretive. Bold. Carefree.

Nhia from an outsider's point of view might be seen as a free spirit and a reckless one at that. She is sun kissed and always driven to the water ever since she was a young child. People that she have encountered have stated that she is quite charming, but on the other hand so are the angler fish that dwell down below. Some of her quirks include: Eating sunflowers seeds and biting her lower lip when she's thinking about something. Nhia can be heard humming or or whistling when she's in a cheerful or happy mood.
Skills & Abilities
Nhia is a fisherman's daughter so she excels in fishing, sailing, and a bit of navigation.
History
"Come now Nhia, sing a song for our guests, you have always had a beautiful voice as light as the bird that brings your daddy home." a father called to his child. The family had invited several sailors over for dinner to celebrate a safe journey, and the good season they had for fishing. The family and several other families had found their home next to the sea and used the resources of the land to survive as well as flourish. "Come Nhia, sing!" her mother now insisted, as the guests smiled and nodded their approval.

"There is a place named shipwrecked cove placed behind a rock
A boy and a girl would travel there for her to suck his -"

"Nhia!" the young girls mother exclaimed, her face a crimson red at the embarrassment her daughter had given her in front of their guests, while her father let out a hearty laugh. Nhia giggled, "I learned that one from the neighbor boy." she gleamed, her soft round lips upturned into a grin. "Bed." her mother retorted, as Nhia's smile then dropped to a pout, "But Mothe-" the girl started, and was given a stiff finger pointing towards her bedroom in the small home, "Now." her mother finalized the command, sending Nhia away.

As Nhia aged, she always had a pleasure in riddles, songs, and the casual practical joke. Though many of her friends and family, besides her father found no pleasure in this, the girl remained the same. "Honestly Nhia, you need to mature just a little, you're over fifteen years old now." her mother pleaded as they sat down to wash their clothes. Nhia smiled and nodded, it was often easier to just agree to what her mother had to say rather than fight the cause. The two continued this sort of conversation; Mother lecturing her daughter, while the daughter half doesn't pay attention and half just says "Mhm, yes."

"Your father and I think it time you be married." her mother bluntly spoke, noticing her daughter's lack of participation. Nhia responded once again, "Yep." before noticing the words that had been spoken, "Wait, what!?" the girl exclaimed, dropping the clothing she had held as her blue and grey shaded eyes widening as she glared at her mother, "I'm not ready for that." she chuckled, picking up the article of clothing and dusting it off slightly. "I'm just not ready for that." she repeated once more, handing the item to her mother and walking away with out another word about it.

Nhia didn't want to be forced into a marriage so young, so during the night she packed up as much as she could and took to the only place who seemed to understand her- the sea. She has been out to sea for six years and has finally decided to come back to land, looking for life to bring her another way.

[User]
"HEAVE HOOO" Fatir said with a mighty swing of his pickaxe bringing it down crashing into the mountainside. FINALLY he thought to himself after freeing the ore from its stone prison. Warm to the touch and a golden there was no denying it. "OH HELLS YEA DAWN ORE. This is a hell of a score" Fatir said to himself as he marveled at the precious stone before he stored it away among the others in his bag. Dawn Ore was amazing and had many offensive abilities if crafted into weapons, and even some practical uses smaller chunks of the ore could be worn around the neck to keep one warm in the colder season or bigger ones could be kept in a fireplace to heat a home either way this was a great find indeed.

With a slap to the mountainside and a hearty thank you for the small gifts bestowed upon him, Fatir had begun to make his way down the mountainside.

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HOURS LATER

"Whew…finally" Fatir said as he turned to take a gander at where he once was in comparison to where he was now. These kinds of things made one think. Fatir took a moment to wipe his brow as he leaned against a tree to catch his breath. It didn't last long as he needed to continue on first stop the library of lindblum.

Hoisting himself from the tree he had begun his trek toward the kingdom. The closer Fatir drew to the kingdom the more of the bustle of life could be heard it made him think back to his hometown of Besaid and how lively it got when they would have festivals. It had barley been a week and here he was getting homesick. The moment passed rather quickly as he was now close enough to smell all the sweet smells of pastries and savory smells of roasting meat, he had been stuck mining so long that he forgot to actually eat then there was the issue of being copperless, "Dammit" he cursed to himself as his stomach had began to speak a language all its own, it was fairly easy to understand though that gurgle that turned into a roar was translated into FEEEEED MEEEEE.

Passing through the archway into the city he had a thought "maybe there is a jeweler around here that I can sell an ore…" Before he was able to finish that sentence the winds of serendipity bought a flyer smacking Fatir in the face speaking of a FESTIVAL of sorts. A festival in the kingdom this was perfect more than likely there would be merchants selling replica blades to older men and probably some teenagers surely they would need a hand and for starters all he would need is a meal and maybe a little foin to line his already empty pockets. "Well here goes everything" He said as he marched in.

[Assistant]
"Aaaahhhhhhhhh...... *yawn* The Gate of Lindbluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum" Jack yawned once more.
'T was totally dark, the night sky filled with a gazillion stars. Here and there a shooting star.
Lindblum's "Festival of the Hunt" was famous for it's gorgeous weather. In history records it was written that during every edition of the annual festival the weather would be extremely nice. Even if 'weather forecasts' would say differently. The locals would always laugh at charlatans trying to fool them with rainy days to come.

The (annual) regular visitors were already familiair with the shooting stars. During the 14-day festival it was a custom to watch the night sky at the first day of arrival, but because so many visitors entered and left the City of Lindblum, there would be many stargazers every night of the festival. Like a touch of magic.. Uniting everyone with the Universe.

And so Jack decided to wait a little while outside of the gates, talking to the guards instead of entering Festival ground.
It was then that he heard how a free spot become available at the evening program of the "Festival of the Hunt". If Jack wanted he could go on stage and perform some of his songs. Next day's evening he was welcome to make music at the Inn's bar, while the day after he would already perform at the main stage, after the 'Final of the Hunter's Challenge' ended.

"....yes, yes. I will contact Baku immediately next thing in the morning" Jack spoke to the friendly guards. "Have a great night. Nice stargazing for both of you!"

The guards Reno and Zeno opened the gate to let Jack in. Immediately after Jack and his horse set foot on Lindblum territory the gate closed.
"Let us go to the inn, Beautiful. Both of us can use a long night's rest."

[User]
The dark figure clutched at the sides of his head and hunched over, trying to concentrate his mental faculties to their utmost. Cat-like groans of effort issued from a lipless, unseen mouth. Nervously, the vendor held a gyro towards Suliss at arm's length.

"Just take it and go, all right? This one's on the house. Don't think I'll help any of your beggar friends though. If I see anyone else troubling my stall tonight I'll call the guards!"

Suliss plucked the gyro from the vendor's hand and darted away, the festival lights blurring his vision. Maybe after he'd eaten he might be able to feel the creeping return of his memories.

[Assistant]
"Naaa no thanks, Fatir was it" The older Smith said as he rubbed his beard looking at Fatir.

"Hey come on look I can make myself useful and I can actually forge a decent blade. Ive even learned how to fold in magic ore and for just a shot at what I can do id gladly part with one of the ore I mined just this afternoon" Fatir Pleaded with the Smith as he stood still looking Fatir in the eye.

"AHH what the hell I was fiing to close up shop tonight anyway if you can forge me a decent dagger I can forget about the ore and I can bring you on for a bit. I cant explain it kid there something about you, a look of determination I havent seen in quite sometime." The Smith said as he began the closing procedures. "Well GET TO WORK Boy"

Fatir cut a large smile at the Smiths words and shot to the back and begin the process of forging a weapon. Going a step beyond the Smiths Expectations Fatir had begun forging a longsword. The way he had started to move was like a man possessed. His focus was that of lion stalking its prey. Each bang and clang of the hammer against the anvil only served as a music to Fatir. The Smith watched in awe as Fatir worked. It was like watching one of the greats.

The two had lost track of time but in just a few short hours Fatir had finished creating his longsword and presented it to the smith. "Ho…how…hows that" Fatir asked as if by some sort of magic his forging high had worn off and everything came rushing back to him. Causing him to stumble a bit.

"Easy there boy" the smith said catching Fatir. "You forged a damn good blade this quality his amazing its almost as though it was forged by…" Shaking his head and showing a smile "Lets get you put up in an inn for the night." The smith said as he dropped a few gold in Fatirs shaky hand. "Across the Way there is an inn they keep a few rooms available around this time. Head on over and get yourself a room and some sleep and be back here tomorrow no later than noon." The smith said as he sent fatir on his way.

Stumbling across the way he caught sight of a woman sitting upon a stone fountain "hey your kinda cute" Fatir said believing it to have only been said in his head. As he stumbled into the inn damn near passing out after entering inside.


[System]
"Power is what I need to create my new world."

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Nicknames/Titles: Galactic Boss

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Villain

Personality: Cold and calculating, he only shows interest in a character if interests align. He is focused on the creation of a world without strife created by his own view on how such a world could exist. One of his goals to achieve it is to remove human spirit and will power. Since he believes that life is meaningless, he will not hesitate to bring down anyone in pursuit of his goal. Not quick to anger he will being to think of a new plan should his ever be foiled.

Biography: Born in Sunnyshore City, Cyrus had a decent upbringing. Despite that, he could never win the approval of his parents. As a result he had grown distant to other people, preferring to work on machines and study. At some point as he was growing up, he realized that the emotions that humanity feels is what was the source of strife in the world. If it were no feelings of greed, jealousy, or even that of joy, humanity would not war among themselves, Pokemon, and the environment.

 Once Cyrus was old enough to start his own enterprises, he founded Team Galactic, a publicly accessible yet sinister company. In actuality, Cyrus used the company to begin working towards creating a new universe in which he could control and limit the ability of human spirit. He would rid conflict from the entirety of existence. Since he had abandoned his raw emotions already, he felt himself the one to rule over this new perfect universe. In order to build his new ideal, he had to destroy the current universe so he would work from the ground up.

 He had nearly succeeded. He had captured the Pokemon of the lakes, Mesprit, Azelf, and Uxie. He had used their essence to forge the red chain. His admins and grunts had gathered the necessary energy from across the region. With them following close behind, he made his way to the Spear Pillar atop Mt. Coronet. Using the red chain he summoned powerful Pokemon, Dialga and Palkia. With their power, he would destroy the very space and the rewind the time that kept the universe flowing.

Did he succeed?

Powers/Skills:
- Historian: Cyrus is well versed in the lore for the creation of Sinnoh and as a result, creation through Pokemon in general.
- Scientist: He is also capable of working with technology and science/pseudoscience. He is able to operate, and manipulate heavy machinery including super computers, laser devices, and genetic stasis equipment. Some of the sciences include the gathering, transferring, and containment of energy from Pokemon evolution and the transfer of energy remotely.
- Team of Pokemon: Cyrus has a team of six Pokemon on hand. Tools to help achieve his goals as well as the means in which he hopes to destroy the universe and create a new one as its deity.
 • Honchkrow
 • Crobat
 • Weavile
 • Houndoom
 • Dialga
 • Palkia

Other: I am of the belief that one could have the equivalent of any popular superpower if you could control space/time a la Hiro Nakamura.

"I had a reason to take what others didn't deserve. It was natural selection."

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[User]
Horus was home. Horus was on the battlefield. Ten different voices were shouting over the vox, each demanding his attention in a different Imperial or Cthonian dialect. Various tactical datastreams filtered over his visual display, giving readouts of troop movements, atmospheric conditions, ammunition and energy reserves, and other useful minutiae. Soldiers hurried about him, rushing past his massive, armored bulk and cordon of Justaerin honor guard. Laser fire and munitions choked the skies overhead, and the ground seemed trapped in an endless earthquake as artillery mercilessly pounded the earth.

Horus ignored all of it. It wasn't relevant. He had his eyes locked on a different target. A horrifying xenos beast surged toward him, its multiple tendrils grabbing and throwing Astartes warriors like they were children. Their foes, in their desperation, had unleashed a warbeast against their superior foes, and now this monster and many more like it were wreaking havoc in friendly and enemy ranks alike. Horus was reminded of the ancient histories he learned from his father, particularly stories of tusked war-oxen yoked into battle by the warrior-kings of Ind.

Horus surged forward, a mountain of adamantium and ceramite in motion. His Justaerin did their best to keep pace, but he led the pack. Enemy soldiers, fleeing the chaos that had been unleashed onto the battlefield, fled blindly into their midst. A single stroke from Worldbreaker was enough to swat them all aside, like so much chaff. Horus pressed onward, and the alien monster entered his bolter's range. He unleashed a hail of bolts from his gauntlet-mounted cannon, which detonated futilely against the beast's grotesque hide. It wrenched itself about to find the source of the disturbance, and Horus saw his own reflection in the monster's rows of beady, black eyes. It roared at him. Good, he had its attention. It charged him, muscular tendrils flailing wildly as the Justaerin unloaded their combi-bolters into it, to no effect. Horus gripped Worldbreaker's haft with both hands, and as he grew near enough to look down the beast's gullet, he swung.

Before he felt the impact of the weapon up his arms, and the satisfying rain of the monster's exploded skull against his armor, light overtook him. A shot of confusion and panic ran through him at the surprise; his mind raced with possible reasons for his sudden loss of sensation. Psychic attack? Neural weaponry? Could he, a gene-perfected Primarch be suddenly suffering from a stroke or aneurysm? Before he could weigh the options further, his vision returned, and he found himself following through with his earlier strike. He would have stumbled from the unexpected movement, had the mass of his terminator armor not kept him stable.

Horus looked to his surroundings. He was no longer on the battlefield. Rather, this seemed to be a grassy plain as far as the eye could behold, and he was not alone. There were others here; one was introducing himself, Driscoll he called himself. While Horus did not recognize any of them, he understood them, so they were most likely human. Most of them seemed to be, anyway... more or less... Horus examined them carefully, not taking any motion toward them, searching for signs of aggression. He saw confusion, fear, anger, but no overtly aggressive overtures. Fine. He had a moment to collect himself, then.

Horus returned to the readouts he was ignoring earlier. Many were now missing, as his cogitator link to the Vengeful Spirit seemed to have been severed. He manipulated his optical display with his neural link, searching for his ship's data-signal, but he found himself alone. He reflexively nearly called for his Master of Signal, but caught himself before he made himself look more foolish. It seemed that he was alone... wherever this was. While he could not sense any psychic interference, it was nearly impossible to be sure. There was no way that he could have been teleported this range; nothing like this idyllic scene existed anywhere on the world he had been in the midst of conquering. More than anything he felt confused and bewildered, and recognition of those feelings angered him. The situation was wildly out of his control, and this fact humiliated him. He was the Warmaster of the Imperium, the highest-ranking soldier in an empire of trillions. This sort of thing should not have happened to him.

He doubted that the oppositional forces he had just been facing were behind this. They were fundamentally incapable, with limited access to standard technological templates, and lacked the resources to detect and train psykers among their population. If he was to gain a better grasp of his situation, these people seemed like the next anomaly worth investigating. Horus strode forward to join the coalescing group. His movement was slow and purposeful, each footstep causing the earth to shake slightly under his tread, his weight gouging out the ground and trampling the grass underfoot. His armor's reactor hummed, and each movement came with the soft whine of servo-motors. Once he was close enough to speak, he set Worldbreaker down on the mace's head, leaving it standing upright in the grass in front of him. His unclawed hand free, Horus pulled loose his golden-masked helmet, its burning red eyes staring at the others present.

Free of the helmet, Horus looked at the others with his own grey eyes. Behind the mask was a regal countenance, beard and head both shaved clean. He tucked his helmet into the crook of his arm, and wiped the sweat and grime of war away with the back of his gauntlet. He smiled at the others, despite his trepidation, and did his best to appear nonthreatening, as futile a task as that might have been. Still, he projected a preternatural aura of calmness and control, his facade flawless.

"Hail, I greet you in peace, Ave Imperator." He spoke in a giant's voice: dark, rumbling, impossibly deep. "I am known as Horus Lupercal, Warmaster of the Imperium of Mankind. I possess no foes powerful enough to abduct me unwillingly; have I been caught in some snare set by an adversary of yours?" He gestured to the others, hoping that they would offer answers.

[Assistant]
Location: Simulated Universe 1 - Open Field

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It seemed the large knight was indeed someone to keep an eye on in some capacity, since he was the first of the group to speak, and directly to Gabriel no less. He folded his arm behind his back, keeping his fist clenched. There wasn't any need to let the Akuma go to waste, especially since Gabriel hadn't sensed anyone besides this group in the surrounding area.

"I appreciate your openness, Sir Driscoll, but I hope you can understand why I'm not so quick as to trust you. Any of us gathered here could be behind out mutual abduction after all. Although, I'm not so paranoid that I wouldn't introduce myself. You may call me Shadow Moth." He stamped the ground with his cane as if making a point.

Another large man in armor, much more ostentatious than the Forever Knight's, addressed the group. Shadow Moth looked up to the sky, searching for something that just wasn't there. "I'm sorry to say that this isn't the doing of anything I'm aware of. I can't reach any akumas, and there wasn't anything in the tome that could achieve this. Unless this is the Fox Miraculous, but that's..." Shadow Moth muttered and trailed off during that last part, lost in his own thoughts. "No, no, this level of illusion would be too much for the brats she employs..." He seemed to catch himself, looking back up to the group. "Regardless of the why, it seems as if we're all in the middle of nowhere, wherever we are. It might be best for us to search for civilization, a shelter, any others that are out here. The culprit may be among them."


[System]
Username: Grey
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Japan (Zainichi Korean)
Role: Vongola Guardian Candidate
Flame: Cloud, Lightning
Weapon/Fighting Style:* Bow and Arrows - As the captain of Nami Middle's Archery Club and one who lives by the traditional Japanese philosophy of archery, Hideaki's skill in bow-based marksmanship is supernal. Furthermore, Hideaki possesses exceptionally keen eyesight that assists in sniping targets moving at fast speeds and at super long-range. Among mafiosi, the perception of his eyes is one of, if not the, best.
* Razor Wire - A spool of monofilament metal wire and a pair of gloves with wire running through them. It's a very versatile weapon, equally capable of laceration and strangulation, among other things, but requires a high degree of skill to properly utilize. The wires capitalize on Hideaki's superior dexterity and agility moreso than his mediocre physical strength or endurance, and, in the future, his proficiency with these wires is equal to or surpassing his marksmanship. Currently located within a mundane box in his attic.

Appearance: Present Day -> Ten Years Later
Personality: The phrase 'alone in a crowd' sums up Hideaki very well. Though he seems to be the kind of naturally-popular, outgoing sort of person in his daily interactions with others, he's actually a rather detached person. He's not a loner by any extent, but he can't consider anyone his friend on principle. There's an old saying that 'the perfect archer has learned to suppressed the self', and Hideaki has done this to a T. In the face of discrimination against his people, Hideaki's learned to act the part of a wholesome Japanese young man and hide any perceived imperfections in his personality in public, but even sometimes he doesn't know where 'Minase Hideaki' ends and 'Yi Hyun-ki' begins. He's a very proficient actor nonetheless. In terms of his "true" personality, Hideaki is very much one to toss aside the fetters of traditional morality and follow his own path, not those that offend his sensibilities. Fortunately events in his daily life are not too contrary to his beliefs, even though he hates having to put on his happy face for the sake of his mother and his family's social standing and is actually kind of a two-faced asshole when it comes to his real opinions. His beliefs can be rather unorthodox at times, but it all lends to a decent capacity as a 'left-hand man' of sorts
History: Hideaki, born under the name of Yi Hyun-ki, seems to come from a rather innocuous family. His mother, a hardworking Japanese woman in her mid 30s, runs a book cafe in downtown Namimori while his Korean father works overseas and only really returns home once in a blue moon. However, his family is far more unusual than it would seem at first glance. Though unbeknownst to even Hideaki himself, his father is a notorious agent under the codename 'Tarantula' who works for an international police organization opposing the mafia whilst his mother, though now genuinely a functioning member of normal society, was born into a criminal organization and used to leverage her appearance and occupation as an investigative journalist to act as their informant. Incidentally, they both met without knowing a thing about each others' allegiances. When they learned that Hideaki was on the way, they changed their identities and relocated to Namimori, mostly as the Vongola Famiglia was not one to tolerate civilian attacks or enemy factions making trouble in their territory. As a result, Hideaki led the normal life his parents wanted for him, even if his father was hardly present for any of it, free from the influence of any criminal enterprises. However, he wasn't free from the second class status that came with his particular half-blooded ethnicity. His mother, ashamed of his status, unintentionally instilled Hideaki's warped, two-faced values with her cynical, heavy-handed, and sometimes traumatic teachings on the ways of the world.
Other:

[User]
Samael | Shrine

As Sam arrived at the shrine, there were people there already. He had heard mention of the Vongola too, so this was most certainly the meeting spot. In his arms were large bags of food, he set it down and took out one of the small plastic boxes and began to eat as he spoke.

"Ah, Vongola business, am I right?", he asked.

"So, who'll I be killing today? Or is it protection? Do I need to steal something? Questions", he began. A jovial smile upon his face as he said all that, eating as he did.

"But really, have you guys tried the yakisoba? It's incredible, and the takoyaki, I found this stand that sold them with these mayonnaise cores, and they are absolutely delightful".

[Assistant]
Upon his arrival at the shrine, a familiar, stubborn voice screams at Ren from behind him. The sudden killing intent surprised the young heir, with a quick movement of his feet, he side steps to his right to evade the attempt at grabbing him. The green haired boy was more of a nuisance than he had originally thought, perhaps getting rid of him was a wise choice. Before the hidden tanto in his dark yukata could strike at the pest with his left hand, other strangers-- ones he had previously seen, arrived at the venue, including the young Vongola boss candidate.

Seeing as there would be too many unwanted witnesses, the raven haired boy lowered his short sword and averted his gaze to the side. "............ Very well. If you wish to be enlightened, stay. But I cannot assure your safety for whatever judgment they may bring upon with your interferance..." After what needed to be spoken, the yakuza heir kept his lips sealed in silence for what was about to transpire.

A baby? No. He was no ordinary baby.... Being in the underground world for quite a time, he had caught a rumor of the seven powerful infants of the mafia world, their trademark being a pacifier hanging from their neck. Ren had been skeptical of such rumor until this moment, when one of them was in front of his eyes, in the flesh. The boy could somehow feel from the movements of the baby upon revealing himself that he indeed was no ordinary human. To be fair, a baby capable of pulling such a stunt would evidently be classified as abnormal.

From the tone of their voices, the figures who had appeared were not hostile towards his protection target or him. After establishing that they were involved with the Vongola, the Kanesada heir lowered himself on his knee, hand on his chest with a slight bow of his head. "Kanesada, Rentarou of the Varia, reporting for duty.... Though Ren is preferrable. I deeply apologize but an outsider has... followed my footsteps." The boy lifts his head to shift his eyes to the obnoxious boy to point him out to the two authority figures.

[User]
It was Naoki's time to shine this leap of faith could help him catch a potential thug and with a single moment he face planted "To..much..pain" He lay there sore on his stomach and then brought his head up to see the man he chased looking at him. At that moment all of Naoki's self-pride was gone, so it was only logical to do the following he looked directly at the man who he heard name was Ren and stuck his tongue out. Naoki stood up feeling confused and forgot about Ten shortly after, as he seen a baby wearing an orange cloak with a red pacifier/dummy. He leaped to his feet and walked up to the cute infant.

"Hi name's Naoki how do you know Mr.Target? What's your name?" he didn't know why he asked the baby the questions and he didn't even know he was speaking to the great Fong. He reached out his hand stupidly to shake the babies hand, problem being he didn't know the difference of talking to a baby rather then
His potential target, adults, or people his age.

[Assistant]
Asuka had gotten to the shrine as the group was forming. It seemed this hadn't been a simple prank. Not even in the slightest. She smiled. That was good. But now she had some questions to ask. As she made her way into the group she placed a hand on Ren's head as she passed him by. "Good to see you again Mr. Kasenada." She said calming herself as she messed up his hair a bit. "Though it is curious to think that a simple feline lover such as yourself would be here." The same could be said for anyone else, including her, but she was mostly teasing him because of who he was. Especially after her thoughts were confirmed by his introduction of himself. Though she'd no idea was Varia was.

"Now. Miss Volkov. Could I assume you share some relation with..." She stopped in her tracks, just near Shiso. What was that she had seen? She turned her head to glance as the baby with the red pacifier around his neck. She looked back at Shiso and then again at the baby. Her heart thumped. A-A baby... It's... It's... She tried to steal herself as she looked back to Shiso. However, she could not contain herself. She lunged grabbing the child, pulling him away from the young green haired boy. "So cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute~" She spoke in a cheerful sing song voice as she nuzzled the baby, holding him close to her. "Do you have a name?" She asked him. She couldn't help it. It was adorable. Like a plushie.

Surely she should have been more serious given the situation. She knew at least that much. But how? How could she stand firm and resilient when faced with this level of adorableness?! How could anybody for that matter?! She didn't care. She could listen and hug the small infant. Though this was a rare moment, especially for those who knew her personally, and engaged her during the school year or when she was usually fulfilling her more professional role and being her normal self.

[User]
Samael | Shrine

"Hm, civilians... I guess I shouldn't be so liberal", or rather, it was a mix of either. You can do a double take on Sam now, considering he's just gone through a large portion of food while eating in a... Refined manner, it doesn't look like he's wolfing down any of the food he has with him.

"Ah, Master Fong... I guess this is Vongola business. I'm sorry, I almost didn't see you there, so who are they? It doesn't look like they're so involved... Are they new recruits? Please, I suck at teaching newbies", his comments though offhand, were spoken in a most polite manner. There was someone who seemed to already be familiar with Vongola business... And then there were the rest, who were not. He was unsure of what this was all about. He had some assumptions, like the guardians, but he never thought himself worthy, nor did he think it was great, it seemed tiring.

[Assistant]
Unfortunately for Hideaki, he had arrived late to the increasingly nonsensical gathering and missed all the good stuff. Damn. But with that said, he probably wouldn't have been able to make neither head nor tail of most of the terminology indicating 'yes-we-are-totally-criminals-planning-to-do-criminal-things' being dropped left and right, anyway. So perhaps that 'unfortunately for Hideaki' should have had an addendum of 'but fortunately for his mind'. Either way, it was inconvenient for him to not have been able to get the tidbits of information from the careless speech of the gathered few, like the hints as to the ulterior motive of this assembly, the interesting organizational status of the amassed individuals, and even the very real hype over the baby clad in crimson changshan.

Yeah, he didn't get it either.

But anyway, as if some cosmic force had willed it, he had managed to arrive precisely when Asuka was acting infantile with the infant. Man, Hideaki was a really inconvenient person like that, wasn't he? However, while there were he wanted to say on the topic of Asuka and babies, he was unable to. After all, there were people here, which meant he was supposed to be 'happy-go-lucky Hide', not '200% asshole Hide'. That 'privilege' was reserved was reserved for his strikethrough internal monologue and making fun of Asuka later.

...Speaking of which, what was Hide doing with that cellphone, anyway?

Once he had done what he needed to do, Hide surveyed the shrine area, taking note of all the people there. Gathered here was an assortment of faces, each drawn by the curious firework that no one else could see. Most of the people here were familiar to the middle school student, if only in passing in some cases. Still, he wouldn't just chalk this whole thing up to coincidence. He directed his attention towards the two unknowns. Apart from the baby, however, the only unfamiliar face was-

'Wait... Is that...? It can't be...'

FLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAILFLUFFYTAIL-

Ahem.

This was now something within the purview of his interests.

(Maybe he should not have played so much MGQ)

Continue.


[System]
Character Role: Jedi Master
Character Age: 34
Character Gender: Male

Character Appearance: Greggory is a Caucasian human male. He stands at about 5'11'' and has a lean build. He has brown hair worn tied back, and has a short but full beard. Aside from that there is little of interest regarding his body, aside from a small scar on his right cheek attained in battle.

Character Personality: Though at times he may look grave Master Greggory is a jolly soul. He is a peace loving Jedi who makes a point to always stand for peace and justice. He has a quick witted sense of humor and almost always has a clever and oft-times sarcastic comment regardless of the situation.

Character Gear: As a Jedi Master Wick is never found without his lightsaber nearby, normally at his waist. It is a standard lightsaber, with a blue blade, thought the haft is quite decorated in the sense that it is made of a dark wood and gilded with mandalorian iron, the iron gained from a nasty run in with a bounty hunter(who also left the jedi with his scar). Aside from his chosen weapon Greggory also carries the various tools Jedi in the field are expected to have, a water rebreather, a few day's rations, a knife, and a communicator among other things. Master Wick wears the standard robes of a Jedi, his being made of a darker brown material than the usual.

Character skills: Greggory is a high level user of Soresu, the third and most defensive form of saber combat. To augment his protective style Greggory has also dabbled in Makashi and Ataru, more the former than the later. However the Jedi much prefers to settle things in a peaceful nature, favoring diplomacy over battle. Greggory, being a Jedi, is of course very much competent in the force. Of particular note is his force wall, protecting his against enemy force wielders. He is also versed in Tutaminis, the skill to repel incoming energy, in particular blaster bolts, and redirect that energy into his own force based attacks. While less skilled in it, Greggory also possess some skill in force augmentation, allowing him to bolster his physical abilities with the force, in particular his speed and endurance.

Character Backstory: Born on Alderaan, Greggory was taken to the Jedi Temple early, and lived most of his childhood there. Made Padawan to Coleman Trebor Greggory prospered under the wise tutorage of the peaceful Vurk. Greggory partook in more than one mission with his master, most of them resolving without any need for a blade. After his knighting Wick followed in his master's footsteps where he could, though there were instances where a blade made a better tool than wise words. Recently Greggory was made a master, and has even more recently taken up his own apprentice. He looks forward to teaching his own padawan, and learning as well despite the shadow falling over the galaxy.

[User]
Jedi Master Greggory Wick

No sooner did Greggory call for a radio check did he hear Master Bumdoa wailing at his droid, "R7! I said Hyperspace! Not reverse thrusters!" Chuckling Master Wick peered over to a screen and said, "Thank you R5, for being an obedient astromech." to which the droid let out a few quiet clicks and some text appeared on the screen. Then speaking into his radio Greggory said, "Well Master Bumdoa, while I may be slow, at the very least I'm moving forward. Don't be too far behind Wrenu. R5, if you may."

Whirling away R5-G5 assisted Greggory with docking into the hyperspace-ring required by Jedi fighters, and then calculating the jump that would send them to the anomaly. In but a few moments Greggory's ship was gone into hyperspace.

[Assistant]
Jedi Team GM post

The two Jedi Starfighters dock with their hyperspace rings...with varying degrees of smoothness...and both they and the Jedi cruiser flash into hyperspace with the cruiser pilots chuckling to each other and going into hyperspace at virtually the same moment as Master Bumdoa, since they didn't have to worry about a hyperspace ring.

A few parsecs off, near the UNSC Solar Winds, they drop out of hyperspace with Master Wick a few seconds ahead of the others, about twelve hundred kilometers behind the foreign ship at about a 145 degree angle, and pointing the opposite direction. The Solar Wind's sensor stealth capabilities are enough to slightly confuse the Jedi ship's sensors...but it isn't exactly trying to be quiet at the moment and is cruising at top speed, and is thus detectable. And of course to anyone who looks out a window, once they get close enough that the massive blue engines don't look like part of the local starfield.

UNSC Solar Winds

The unknown ships dropping out of FTL travel...which bears none of the typical signs and Hawking radiation effect of slipspace...are immediately picked up on the Solar Wind's sensors, a fact which Magellan wastes no time in reporting.
"Admiral, three ships just appeared on our sensors. They seem to have dropped out of FTL travel via some non-slipspace means behind us. Two small fighter-class craft and one larger one...the size of a small frigate, on an initial vector towards our wormhole exit location. Unknown designs, and minimal weapons detected. It seems like a scouting group."
The effect on the Admiral was electric. "Bring us back up to combat alert status and turn the ship around! If they are hostile, we don't want them getting away. Is the slipspace drive up yet?"
"Negative."
"Savaymin! Get the rest of Ra back up here! With their weapons this time! Magellan, get a Longsword squadron scrambled, and power up that experimental tractor beam we got outfitted with! Let's go get a map!"
The alarms...which have only been turned off for about fifteen seconds...turn on again.

[User]
Wrenu Tipolan

Waited patiently, if not boringly, for their ship to exit hyperspace. Once they did though, his eyes bulges as he desperately tried to identify the vast ship they had arrived close to. He immediately contacted his master, saying with some fear and awe "Master, did you know this ship was going to be here...I don't recognize any of it's markings or design features from the main Archives..."

[Assistant]
I'm sorry team Ra She thinks to herself. All this going back and forth probably irritates them quite a bit. Regardless, the threat is real and imminent this time. Whatever the approaching ship plans on doing, chances are it's not good. However, the ships that they did bring do not seem that intimidating at first glance compared to the ship that they now pilot. This could either be really good, or really bad. However, it's not her place to interpret what this means at the moment. For now she needs to bring her team back to the main bridge in preparation for what comes next. They shouldn't have gotten far, unless they felt the need to run all the way to the armory that is...

Jogging through the Solar winds halls, she intercepts Fire team Ra on their way to the armory. "Hey, Admiral wants us back. We have visitors." She stares at the dude carrying the rocket launcher. "You know what? Do what you think is best. I won't blame you if you decide to keep that with you."

(Savaymin stays with fire team Ra till she receives specific orders or is put into a situation where she has to make a decision.)

[User]
Admiral Magnus

Magnus reviews the infodump in his cabin for a short bit, then leaves his cabin and starts heading for the bridge, opening a comm channel with the ship's adjutant on the way. "Adjutant, tell the bridge to move the ship towards the planet's northern pole. Maintain distance from the planet while en route, and charge a wraith for a stealth recon. Get a scan for Vespene Gas going. And prepare a spec ops dropship for long range deployment. And deploy sensor towers into the rings for perimeter recon."
"Acknowledged, admiral."
The Perelliator begins moving as directed towards the planet's north pole, as sensor tower drop pods fire from the battlecruiser's underside towards the dense ring and the Admiral re-enters the bridge.

[Assistant]
Jedi Master Greggory Wick

Out of hyperspace, Greggory looked over his sensors with a tinge of confusion. "R5, what's..." Looking up the jedi notice something quite strange. Straining his eye with the aid of the force, Master Wick saw what appeared to be a ship, and then over the radio, "Master, did you know this ship was going to be here...I don't recognize any of it's markings or design features from the main Archives..."

Looking over the vessel Greggory said, "I can't say I have Wrenu, we should try to get communications up. Wrenu, try to get in contact with them, maybe their friendly." Taking another moment to look at the strange craft, "Bumboa, we should maintain a defensive formation. A ship that large could have more than a few weapons."

[User]
Cindra Dubrovnik

Cinder sighs, annoyed at the tiny amount of information she is privy to, and heavily walks out of the room. She makes her way to the armory, stopping at her locker, and unloads her AGR-14 rifle and a cleaning kit. With an irritated half-smile, she settles onto a bench and tucks one leg up close to her as she begins disassembling and swabbing the weapon down.
It's not like she has anything else to do...
Cinder takes her time, knowing there isn't really a need for her anywhere at the moment; if the admiral needs her, he can send her a com.
Pull this pin, remove this slide, turn that screw, swab, tweak this mechanism...
What could the admiral be thinking right now? Is he debating a strategy? Is he panicking?
Attach this clip, snap that cylinder back into place, slide the piece over...
Even though she cleans at a far slower pace than usual, she absentmindedly finishes all three rifles and her psyblade within a few minutes.
She looks down at her gloved fingers, smeared with grease, then stares at the pile of weapons by her side. Frowning, Cinder wipes off her hands and replaces the rifles and blade emitter in her locker.
After locking it, she sits back on the bench and stares at the ceiling for a bit, lost in thought.

[Assistant]
Dominion Team GM post

Below the Perelliator, a small, sleek brown ship soars upwards from one of the industrial complexes the battlecruiser had detected earlier. A com transmission from the small ship is directed at the battlecruiser. Brrring, brrring, hello...

[User]
Wrenu Tipolan

"Right Master..." Wrenu said before he moved to do so, rushing to activate the communications and try to send a simple greetings. "Hello Unknown Vessel, this is the Jedi Cruiser Salen-Vardi asking for a reply." He send it out on all of the common channels he could, and then, even a few extra ways he'd personally learned from books he'd read in the Archives.

[Assistant]
Olu Bumdoa

The Nautolan's vessel exited hyperspace just a few seconds behind Wick, being decently on par with Wrenu's cruiser. He immediately flicked a switch here and there, adjusting his microphone as well. "Negative, I didn't know it would be here. It's an anomaly after all." Olu gently strolled his starfighter near Greggory's, assuming what was a basic defensive formation for the three vessels. He allowed Wrenu to engage the communications, reclining back on his seat. This should be interesting.

[User]
Admiral Pantera Faye

"Fireteam Ra, where are you?! Report to the bridge! This is /red/ alert!"

Admiral Faye paced around the bridge, clearly stressed. She approached the glass of the bridge as the ship turned about, facing the three Jedi vessels that just came out of their hyperspace lanes. She pressed her face on the glass, her nose smudging the window. Pantera had never seen such starfighters before, and they truly caught her attention.

"Unknown party of ships is hailing us." Magellan blurted out amongst the constant clacking of keyboards on the consoles from all officers on the bridge. "Patch them through."

*...*

"At least they speak our damn language. Magellan, open a channel."
"Listen here, Salen-Vardi vessel. This is ONI Marathon Cruiser Solar Winds of the UNSC. I am Admiral Pantera Faye. My crew has ventured into an unidentified wormhole that has left us stranded in this very quadrant of space. I ask that you identify yourself completely and inform us on this quadrant of the universe." Pantera then abruptly cut the comms, awaiting a reply. "Status on the tractor beam? I also want all weapon bays loaded and activated. Begin charging the MAC cannons."

[Assistant]
UNSC Solar Winds

Fireteam Ra walks back onto the bridge again as she is yelling for them and forms a line once again near the door. Assumedly, Savaymin is among them. And they are still armed.
Magellan nods curtly as she orders the weapons prepped. "Acknowledged, admiral."


[System]
Age: 24 +Tenacious +Loyal -Connected -Ill-tempered

Fun Facts
* Varsity boxer.
* Works as a 'mechanic'.
* Has a hospitalized parent.
* Has had lady troubles.

[User]
Amanda "Mandy" Sellers

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She had been in town for about a whole two hours now and she was back at a place where she had her first drink. Timothy's Bar & Grill, a place in which she couldn't believe was still open after so long. In terms, it hadn't been that long since she had her first drink, just about six years ago. Amanda missed being at home and now she was here, back in town and she loved the atmosphere there. A small smile crept across her lips as she reminisced in her mind the time her and Jack came here. It was a very memorable night and she remembers as if it was only yesterday.

Her and Jack sat at the table, talked for what seemed like hours and shared a couple of stiff shot glasses of whiskey. Sam, the bartender came up to her and asked if she wanted another glass of Long Island Iced Tea. Amanda nodded her head as Sam fixed her drink then sat it down along with another coaster. She thanked him with a soft smile then picked up her phone as her father was calling her. She slid the button across the screen to answer him as he opened up with the old nickname. "Hey there, pumpkin." Amanda chuckled softly, responding. "Dad, being called pumpkin is so played out but not by you, I guess. I'll be home shortly." She cooed into the phone then looked over towards the entrance way, seeing a changed Jack standing there.

"Got to go, Dad. Talk to you soon." She immediately hung up the phone and turned her head away from the view of him. She hoped that she wasn't spotted by him as she wouldn't even know what to say towards him after all these years. Situations played throughout her head as she bit her lip a little bit out of nerves then took a sip from her tea, looking again then immediately looking away with a sigh.

[Assistant]
First drinks said a lot about a person, and he'd made sure hers was a shot of whiskey.

A girl shooting whiskey, he'd pointed out, could take care of herself. Mandy might have rolled her eyes and laughed a bit, but she'd knocked it back like a champ and followed it up with more. A good time from way back when, and it was funny that it came to both their minds as they caught sight of each other again.

If he'd expected anything, that sure wasn't it. Tim's wasn't exactly the best place then and it wasn't any better now, nostalgia its prime saving grace. Jack liked it because it was quiet and out of the way, not on anyone's radar. He could come here for a drink and not have to talk it up to Louis at the Blackjack or Jeff at Mahoney's, wouldn't run into any of the usual suspects. His own little island where he could drink and relax and not have to put up front for a while.

An island with company, apparently.

For a second he didn't believe it—just another bombshell blonde slumming it—but the more she looked the more he looked and that was that. Realization went off like a hand grenade and he was smiling all of a sudden for the first time in a long time. Who would have thought that Amanda Sellers, of all people, would have come back to Timothy's of all places.

On the other hand, if she was excited to see him, she'd have said something.

It wasn't the kind of thing you just ignored so he found himself making his way over to her, slowly, as if afraid she might bolt. Which was ridiculous, but…

"Been a while, Mandy." A grin, now, was evident in his voice. Since when did he grin? He tapped the side of her drink. "Not drinking whiskey anymore. Mind if I sit? I mean, if you're not waiting for anyone."

Might as well give her an out if she wanted it.

[User]
Amanda felt a presence crept up beside her and that familiar tone of voice brought back so many memories, most of which were pleasant. She swirled around towards him in her bar stool then eyed his features. The same old Jack, just much more grungier. She liked this look her was personifying right about now but of course, wasn't going to let him know that. She pondered on the idea to toy with him or not as she smirked slightly then waved a hand towards the seat beside her.

"By all means, sit. When whoever I am waiting for arrives then you can make your exit." She joked while turning back in her seat towards the counter top before them now as her eyes danced over towards him. "I haven't drunk whiskey since our last encounter here." She said truthfully while looking back ahead of her now as she signaled for Sam to come over then dug in her purse and slapped a twenty dollar bill onto the counter top, smiling over towards Jack. "Let's see if you still got it, huh?" She cooed while turning her gaze towards Sam now. "Shots of whiskey, please. And keep them coming." Sam nodded his head then sat a few shots glasses down in front of the duo.

Amanda thanked Sam while handing him the twenty then picked up a shot glass and handed one over towards Jack, clinging her glass with his. "Bottoms up." She said while chugging her shot glass of whiskey down, looking at Jack with a smile while picking up another one. "So, what all did I miss in my absence, Jack?" She asked him then downed another shot of whiskey, making a face as the alcohol burned at her throat a bit. She seemingly missed Jack going from Golden Boy to Bad Boy, which she thought was a bit sexier than he was before. Her eyes continually stared at him as she awaited an answer.

[Assistant]
Watching her knock back whiskey like it was going out of style, Jack raised an eyebrow but kept pace without missing a beat. The ability to consume one's weight in alcohol was practically a requirement in his walk of life and by now Jack was practically professional. He'd aged a bit, of course, but it was more than that--he was an adult not, walked like a man and not a boy. There was some weather on his features, a bit of grizzle in his wry smile. He'd been a physical guy all his life--football, boxing--but since she'd left it had become a bit more important. Young muscle had hardened from the gym and use and he moved with surprising ease for a man of his bulk, light on his feet and fast with his hands. She hadn't done too badly for herself either, and he kept his eyes from focusing too sharply on her bubble-gum lips or the tight fabric at her chest.

"All sorts." He laughed, amused at the idea. What had she missed aside from...well, everything? "Too much. How long are you back for?"

He didn't ask if she had any plans. Not yet, at least.


[System]
Servus

"Touch my beloved Amboli ONE MORE TIME..."
Appearance: Clocking in at around 5'5", Servus may not seem to be the most imposing figure on the block, but he has an inner fire that he can lash out at a moment's notice. He wears a traditional outfit from the sandy dunes of Jehanna, with dark brown body armor, a rusty-red scarf, two thick leather gauntlets, and a white turban cloak to protect himself from various elements. Underneath all that clothing, Servus is a pale figure with some minor scarring on his back and chest regions. He sports a unique set of orangish-brown eyes and hazelnut hair.

Apparent Age: Young Adult

Gender: Male

Nation: Jehanna "Sky Guild" ---> Rogue

Class: Wyvern Rider

Weapon Mastery: Axe D

Level: 6

Background: Servus was a troubled kid raised in the slums of Jehanna. His family was treading along the dangerous border of poverty and they were struggling not only to keep their home, but just simply to survive. His mother was a soft-spoken lady, who may or may not have been an infamous robber who often calculated great strategies to steal from the rich, while the father was a vulgar drunken blacksmith who often cussed his son out for making even the simplest of mistakes. His household was overall a toxic wasteland and he was constantly exposed to screaming matches and the sounds of platter breaking on the floor. As a result, Servus was often away from the chaos inside his home and exploring the vast desert for a possible purpose he may have in life, only forced to return before twilight.

One day, while six year old Servus was exploring a hidden oasis several miles south of the village, he encountered a strange colorful egg buried in the sand. As he began to inspect the ovular vessel, the egg hatched, and out popped a unique wyvern covered in feathers and sported a yellow beak with a black tip. Having always wanted a pet, yet forbidden by his parents, he secretly kept the wyvern he called Amboli in an abandoned warehouse nearby and took care of him there. The wyvern was safe from the potential wrath of Servus' family, but as the years passed rumors began to circulate about the creature's existence. Not only did the boy find a wyvern, but he found what's said to be the rarest type of wyvern in the region of Jehanna, known as a Griffern. These wyverns were the basis of the mythological griffin told in legends, although they are simply a unique breed of their species with avian traits - hence their name. Due to this myth, they were nearly hunted to extinction for their feathers used in pens and their sharp scales being utilized in elite armor. Yet some had been rumored to fly across the land in the cover of darkness, although never proven...

Eventually, five years later, an unknown dark guild took interest in capturing the wyvern for themselves, having studied Servus' movement along with the occasional scratching from within the warehouse. However, as the assassins began to enter, they boy just happened to be returning to the warehouse with food and water for Amboli. As they attempted to shut Servus up, the adolescent wyvern heard the commotion outside and bursted through the wooden walls and scared the assassins off. Yet at the same time he was finally revealed in the grand glory of the public. No longer was he a rumor and no longer will he be able to hide. The entire village was soon told about his confirmed existence and many wanted the wyvern dead as they feared Amboli was a potential threat that could destroy the village. Both the wyvern and Servus were in deep trouble.

Yet fate was kind to give them a second chance at life. The Sky Guild noticed the heightening tensions and came to intervene, with Aderyn eventually granting Servus the opportunity to join her guild as a Wyvern Rider. Servus was intially very skeptical about whether they would treat his partner well, but he eventually was convinced enough and agreed to join the guild, already starting a new life with a seemingly meaningful purpose.

While gaining himself a respectful name for himself within the guild, by the age of sixteen years, Servus seemed to have enough of serving the guild. He felt like it limited him too much in his capabilities in exploring the vast world that was around him and that he wished to leave the toxic past of his old life buried in the sands. It was then when he turned rogue, for he one day took his wyvern and flew away from the realm, never once having turned back to cash his final farewell. He eventually began to settle in the realm of Grado, although he never considered working for their military or Wyvern-back squads. For several years did he live peacefully within the realm's boarders...

Only to have that peace shattered as his past came crashing down on his head... literally and figuratively speaking.

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Equipment and Items:

* Halberd - Effective against cavalry foes.
* Vulnerary - Restores 10 HP.
* Pure Water - Increases its user's Resistance by 7. (Effect decreases by 1 each turn)

Personality: Servus is a quiet yet cynically rebellious rogue that seems to care little for anything outside his beloved wyvern, Amboli. Having lived in near-poverty conditions through his early youth, he had to do everything to survive against the elements, as well as the enemies which sought to hurt him and his winged partner. He is very protective of Amboli, treasuring him due to his species' rarity with an unbreakable bond, and makes sure he's always happy and well fed. If anyone gets between him and his mount, Servus will not hesitate to protect him by any means necessary. He's also a perfectionist, always trying his best to improve on his abilities and doesn't take average as good enough.

Ability Assessment: Servus, on his mount, is a formidable opponent in the skies. Their blows can hit the enemy hard and quickly pull back before the opponents know what hit them. While they can issue heavy damage, Servus often plans out his attack strategy from afar, picking out the weakest points in the enemy's defenses, and using that knowledge to his advantage. In short, he's an expert at hit-n-run tactics, rarely rushing head-first into battle unless there's no other option.

Of course, all of this is for good reason. Like all flying mounts, Servus and Amboli are extremely vulnerable to archers and magic in general. His heavy self-criticism doesn't help him either, as for thirst for perfection often has him disappointed in his abilities, sometimes making him vulnerable to attack as he reflects on the current situation. If he believes a situation is too tough to handle, he'll have no shame in retreating to try and grab a better view of the enemy or, in some cases, flee the battlefield entirely. He says that he doesn't call himself a coward by doing this, as he's trying to inspect the opposing forces from afar, but many say otherwise.

+ Def
- Res

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
* He can communicate and understand his mount.
* Loves to go bird watching on his free time.
* Wants to test his skills while fighting another wyvern or dragon.
* While Servus loves the air, he cannot stand swimming.

R-button Summarization: Abandoned his home as a rogue mercenary. Adores his rare wyvern, Amboli.

Level Up Quotes

0-1 Points: "I told you to go right, Amboli!"
2-3 Points: "Not half-bad. Could do better."
4-5 Points: "I'm getting the hang of this!
6+ Points: "We are unstoppable, Amboli!"
Capped Stats: "I think it's time we try something else."
Changed Class: "Alright - back to square one."

Critical Hit Quotes

"Incoming!"
"After them Amboli!"
"Ya screwed up now!"
"Ya're dead meat!"

[User]
Isolde

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Marwood's words only made her feel marginally better. She was supposed to protect Reina. She was supposed to protect everyone here, that's what she was trained for! That's why she pushed herself! To make sure everyone was safe. If she couldn't protect her best friend, then how could she protect anyone else?

"...Right, sorry." Isolde laughed lightly, hefting her halberd. "First things first. Making sure we help everyone here we can." She couldn't let such thoughts distract her right now. She had to stay focused, help those she could. Her father always told her if real war ever happened, to be prepared for times like this, but...urgh, it hurt more than she thought it would. She just had to focus on the good - believe that everything would turn out alright, in the end.

"I thought I saw a thief running south." She commented, patting Kergin on the neck. "We'll chase after we clean up here." Kicking Kergin into motion, she twirled her Halberd. Barreling down the streets, Kergin made a beeline for the axe wielding fighters. Kergin's heavier steps thudded down the street, roaring menacingly as he made intentions clear.

"Ack! Kergin wait no don't-!" Isolde Did her best to slow down her mount, but the irritable Wyvern wouldn't have it. He slammed his entire body into the first Fighter, causing Isolde to nearly fall out of her saddle at the sudden stop. "Gah, slow down next time!" Not that she seemed to have any problem with Kergin trying to trample both of the fighters. Pulling her Halberd back, she followed through with a wide horizontal swing, hopefully catching him if he was still standing.

[Assistant]
Titania

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A thief? Perhaps it was the same person that had kidnapped Reina. But still, could they possibly hope to catch him while escaping from the town? Aldo was right, they had to keep the Fire Emblem safe. [color=Darkturquoise]"We can try to look at chasing the thief if we can get out of here, which is our top priority. Isolode, as usual, wasted no timing charging directly at the enemy across from them; though it was hard to tell if it had actually been her objective given her somewhat panicked cries, they still had to react accordingly. Titania would wait for Marwood to move forward, she didn't want to get in the way of his horse very much in these alleyways. She would move up to the intersection so she could keep an eye out for trouble as well as move up to help anyone in trouble.

[User]
Marwood

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Marwood took position following Isolde, they had their orders and he knew what needed to be done. He kept his lance ready, he wanted to get through and speak with the soldiers that were protecting the children down this way. The princeling readied himself for combat lance tightly gripped as Fiona followed Kergin forward.

[Assistant]
As soon as he turned the next corner leading to the house of interest, an enemy axe-fighter ahead of him turned around and noticed his presence.

'You! You're… not of our Guild.'

Uh oh, has Servus been spotted already? Or did the axe-person recognize who he was? Either way, it didn't look too good from the journeyman's viewpoint.

'Uh. … This section of town is the property of the Zane Guild! We're not sharing! Go back to your own!'

Servus was somewhat confused with the situation in question. He wasn't identified as an enemy, but neither was he part of the guildsman. It was an awkward position to be in. Wanted, but also not wanted. He has to quickly fill the air in with some excuse.

"I beg your pard~?"

Before he could finish, he notices an armored unit screaming down the road as he barks out order to his men.

'DON'T LET THAT WYVERN GET AWAY! SURROUND HIM, FORCE HIM SOUTH! I'LL INTERCEPT HIM THERE…!'

Servus' heart sank slightly at the notion. Was he talking about Amboli? Or was he talking about ~ oh right, of course he's talking about that wyvern who emerged from a bloody building. His wyvern meanwhile was still in hiding, hopefully not causing any trouble. He over hears him being named "Zane", who Servus kind of knew from his days in Jehenna, but didn't talk to him much. He's still obnoxious as usual.

The axe-man then turned to several soldiers behind him, giving the journeyman a possible minute to consider making a run for cover. However before he could make up his mind in such a position, the axe-man spun around and called for his attention.

'You, hang on with me! If you're helpful I'll ask Commander Zane of something nice for you! Let's go!' he barks as he heads to the right.

Servus raised his hand towards him in an attempt to clear the air, but by that time he had already ran off. He gave an exasperated sigh as his right eye twitches violently. He's going to have to be with this lot for a while. Sure he can just run off the other way, but that will possibly make him a person of interest. And he's already been given some attention judging at how his attire didn't seem to match the guild's. However if he can just be a competent soldier for Zane's guild and relive his past for just a moment, perhaps he might be able to survive and get some useful information before deserting.

If he can survive the rag-tag group of Gradonians coming their way that is. It'll be unlikely for them to recognize who he is and that he's secretly trying to help them.

He cocks his head to the side as he reluctantly follows the axe-man in pursuit. Things are going to get more awkward from here.