[System]
Given Name: Momo
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Momo's skin is covered in light-brown scales. She has green eyes and green/black hair. (Currently working on a drawing.)

Hero Outfit:
A bandage-top and shorts for the sake of modesty. She'd run around in less to make maximum use of her flexibility, but that'd be a little too exposing. The most prominent feature of her outfit is the black ball-mask that goes with it. (And potentially the scales that cover her body if you wish to consider those a part of her outfit)

Quirk: Spineless
Momo is not actually spineless, simply highly flexible like a snake. She can twist her body in any way she wishes with minimal effort. Her skin is also covered in a thin layer of mucus, causing her to be slippery to the touch. She has a forked tongue that she can smell with and a set of sharp, snakelike fangs that can unleash their venom at will. Her bones are frail and thin, allowing for her limber movements, so her muscles provide her body's stability. Because of her odd anatomy, she never seems to gain any muscle, no matter how much training she puts in, instead, she seems to grow slightly. Her odd musculature makes her stronger than the average person, though not incredibly strong.

Unfortunately for her, this quirk means she occasionally has to shed skin.

Backstory:
Momo was born to quirkless parents. At age 4 she started developing scales, and her parents were horrified. They knew it was likely for their child to develop a quirk, but they'd deluded themselves into thinking she'd grow up quirkless too. When her scales were fully developed and covered her entire body at age 5, her parents left her in a park, . In the evening a woman with short, dark blue hair approached her. Inquiring about Momo's parents, the woman understood the predicament before Momo herself did. Momo refused to leave the park, so eventually the woman had to leave, but left some food.

The next day, the woman would appear in front of Momo again, but Momo still refused to leave. A week passed like that before Momo eventually gave up. The woman, who'd introduced herself as Alice by then, took Momo home. At Alice's home, Momo was astonished to see several terraria inhabited by several species of snakes. Momo was fascinated by the animals and the resemblance she shared with them. Alice was more than happy to talk about her snakes, of course.

It wasn't too long before Alice officially adopted Momo. Momo was often alone at Alice's place, because Alice had to work late to be able to support the both of them. Despite this, the two grew close, and spent lots of mornings, weekends and occasional afternoons together. Momo was taught how to take care of the snakes, and whilst taking care of the snakes, she often just sat and observed them. Depite the hardships along the road, Alice managed to turn Momo into a decently social young lady.

Supporting Characters:
Alice Suriza - Guardian

Other:
-Her age is hard to tell because she is covered in scales.

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Briefly interacting with - @Norschtalen, @pkken

Connor took the bottle of water and the towel gratefully. He chugged down a massive drink of cool water, then wiped most of the sweat off of his face with the towel. That felt a lot better. He thanked the girl and watched as the last few people started to finish off their own tests. He knew he had done well, but had he done well enough compared to everyone? He couldn't be sure, of course. Connor had done his tests before most people. He gave a nod of acknowledgement to Lance who was relaxing in the shade, and then plopped down under his own tree to relax.

Soon enough All-Might rounded up and dismissed the students to all their classes. Connor had almost forgotten it would still be like a normal school, they wouldn't just be fighting and doing physical activities the whole time. It was a little unnerving to see the pro-heroes teaching classes that had nothing to do with heroic actions themselves, but that didn't stop Connor from doodling in the most boring classes - mostly maths and literature - and subtly scratching his initials into the desks that he could get his daggers on. It was just a little thing he liked to do - he wasn't too sure why.

And then, the school day was over, and it was time to head back to their dorms. Connor had some homework to do but... decorating came first. He took the posters from his bed and hung them up in nice places in the room. His favourite movies and bands now adorned his room, and also just a few aesthetic things. Now what? His books lingered in the corner of his eye, subtly telling him he should do the work, but his phone called harder, and Connor found himself browsing things that he wasn't even that interested in. Pictures of dogs, and cityscapes, and games he didn't play, and movies he never watched. Suddenly he heard a commotion from somewhere... it sounded like the wolf boy from earlier, but angry. He peered out of his window and saw the kitsune girl he vaguely remembered seeing earlier walking away from the dorms. That didn't bode well, but Connor wouldn't get involved. Now, back to his phone. His homework could wait.

[Assistant]
interacting with @kidjab @Heckno12

He grinned at Enz, cocking his head to one side

"If you want to take the little sister spot around me you're going to have to fight with Tay... Though she'd probs pay you to take it from her."

He grinned still, looking to her leg

"You might want to go to the nurse. You might want to get more familiar with your limits so you don't hurt yourself."

Later on, as soon as Lunch break started, Marius slid to the back of the classroom and placed a meaty hand atop Taylor's head, moving it around in a circle rather menacingly.

"So, how you liking your first day huh?"

Taylor grabbed his hand and glared at him

"I will turn your hand into a pig's tail if you keep doing that. It's okay, the people seem nice enough."

She gave him a rather tired, cold stare. The two were childhood friends, it's only natural they'd stick together on the first day. She didn't want to feel trapped in an old friend group though, but decided having lunch with him like always wouldn't hurt. Besides, knowing him...

"I have money for lunch too if you didn't bring any."

Naturally, he'd have already made her lun-.... Taylor gave him a very confused look. That enough told Marius what she was thinking.

"You always got to at least give a new place's food a try. I only made lunch at our old place because the food sucked but this is UA, it's probably way better here."

He grabbed her by the wrist and hoisted her from her chair. She rolled her eyes, yanking her hand back to her own posession and brushing off her skirt, straightening her hair.

A few minutes later they sat opposite each other like an awkward couple. Any day this would seem strange, but they looked far more comfortable than the entire cafeteria of strangers desperately trying not to look lonely on the first day. He grinned at her embarassment, raising an eyebrow at her.

"You're blushing, are you thinking about how the other girls will be jealous?"

"No, you're just taking playing with your food to another level."

He frowned as what was beginning to form of his Burger-and-fries Taj Mahal sunk back onto his tray, causing him to grin and thrust a finger forward, telekenetically poking her in the forehead. She visibly looked angry by this.

"I will HURT you if you bring that thing back."

"But I liked it as a thing.."

He frowned again, before it disappeared into his natural dopey smile. He didn't finish half his food; after all he'd ordered things just to try them. His verdict was rather mixed, deciding some days it would be an okay bet to bring money instead of packing a lunch. As classes went on Marius listened attentively taking notes with his hand now showing off was over. Marius never had trouble with his grades, effortlessly finishing the school day before thinking a moment, leaving Taylor to herself and leaving.

Back at the Dorm block later on he got on with his homework, finishing it rather early. As he got done he heard the cafuffle in the hallway. By the time he'd gone out however it seemed to have ended, and he decided to head into the town to buy some cup noodles, chocolate and soda.

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Continuing from where left off in Marius' post

She struggled with some of the work in the afternoon, rolling her eyes and giving up on it for the most part, spending a lot of it with her head in her arms. When the bell finally went Marius seemed to be nowhere around and, with a grunt, she blasted him a text saying he owed her chocolate for ditching her. There wasn't really a walk home however from UA, which made her a little sad as that used to be most of the time they spent together bar with her friends at lunch, who were there as much to flirt with Marius as to hang out with her. She simply made her way back to the dorms to sit and be antisocial in her room until the next day, unless anyone started conversation with her on their way out of school.


[System]
{ Ignore the tail }
Alias: Princess Kinoko/Kinokou, Princess of All Saiyans, Son Kinoko/Kinokou, Kino, Universe 7's Last Female Saiyan, Third-Mightiest Saiyan.
Date of Birth: April 18, Age 735.

Age: 44 (physically 24-29).
Height: 5' 7".
Weight: 121 lbs.
Species: Pure-Saiyan.
Gender: Female.

Relatives/Relationships:
* Bardock (biological father; deceased).
* Queen of Planet Vegeta (biological mother; deceased).
* Raditz (older paternal half-brother/former teammate; deceased).
* Vegeta (older maternal half-brother/mentor/teammate).
* Kakarot/Goku (younger paternal half-brother/teammate).
* Tarble (younger maternal half-brother).
* Android 21/"Amaia" (younger adoptive-sister/teammate).
* Gohan (paternal half-nephew/teammate).
* Goten (paternal half-nephew).
* Trunks (maternal half-nephew/godson).
* Bulla (maternal half-niece/goddaughter).
* Pan (paternal half-grandniece/goddaughter).
* Chi-Chi (sister-in-law).
* Gure (sister-in-law).
* Bulma (sister-in-law).

Occupation(s): Princess of Planet Vegeta (formerly); High-Class Warrior; Part-Time Farmer/Grocery Clerk.
Affiliation(s): Dragon Team/Z-Fighters.
Former Affiliation(s): Galactic Frieza Army.

Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Black.

Personality: Pure, Impulsive (a little), Capable, Short-Tempered, Competitive, Stubborn, Determined (obsessively), Unstable (somewhat), and Gentle (yet Tough).
(When Turned-Evil: Sadistic, Aggressive, Selfish, Devious, Cold, and Arrogant.)

Power(s): Super Saiyan 1-3 (nearly 4), including Blue.
Abilities: Superhuman Strength/Speed/Durability/Senses, High-Low Temperature Resistance, Martial Arts, Acrobatics, Flight, Afterimage/IT, Telekinesis, Ki-Control/Sense/Transfer/Regeneration, Kamehameha (taught by Goku), Galick Gun, Big-Bang Attack (taught by Vegeta).

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Kinoko was just about ready to possibly fly at Kitsu's rescue, but then, she was being stopped by a hand. Turning her head, she saw her older brother holding her back; to whom she was giving a look of disbelief upon her youthful features. She listened to him explain the circumstances, yet she still slightly trembling, as if she didn't want to believe what the Prince was telling but then, it was necessary to comply. It was against her nature in leaving someone in distress, but then, they were currently upon something that had to be done, no matter what happened on the side-lines. The princess didn't want to act like nothing drastic happened, but then, she felt the need to...until she remembered the things the Prince had said the day before.

"It's hard to believe that Saiyan blood runs through you, sometimes...don't say you're half of me...how you have my blood and Kakarot's idiocy is beyond me...you are not just any Saiyan, Kinoko; you are a princess, part of your duty is to excel over others. It's your bloodline, whether you accept it or not."

His words replayed themselves, and she remembered them well. They had remained fresh in her mind, since yesterday, and they still left an imprint within her consciousness. She looked down at the destroyed forest, having to wonder whether if Kitsu was okay or not. However, his power level seemed to have disappeared completely, and she still worried. What snapped her out of her thoughts was to hear Yuvo's voice close by. The next thing the female Saiyan witnessed, was to see Vegeta go flying into the cliff, along with Goku. Kinoko gasped to see the villain next to her, and find herself get launched into another cliff, hard, and land with a pained grunt. Within the dust, the princess laid there for a few seconds, with her eyes closed. Months of abuse she had to endure came rushing back, as well as memories of the past.

"My name is Kinoko. I am the Princess of all Saiyans. I have the blood of the first-class, from my mother, along with the third of my father."

Images of Planet Vegeta came to her mind, as well as its destruction.

"As one of the elite, I hold onto my Saiyan pride; through life and death, I represent each and every one of them; both royal and peasant; friend and foe; alive and deceased."

Images involved the death of Vegeta, at the hands of Freiza, came to her mind, and her hand began to twitch. She remembered the time she had killed Raditz, as well as the time when Vegeta had succumbed to the evil magic of Babidi. Kinoko had managed to lift herself up with a groan, and stand.

"And for them, I will keep fighting"

These images have left a psychological scar within her, and it became infuriating. Her aura intensified, and soon enough, the entire mountain nearby collapsed. Her eyes were closed, until she eventually opened them, and look up at Yuvo with stern eyes, and gritting her teeth. Her hair began to grow longer, becoming that of Super Saiyan 3. Flying back up, on the villain's level, she slowly lifted a hand, sending a telekinetic force upon him, downright stilling, or paralyzing, him on the spot.

"I never intend to give up. Whether on Vegeta's, on Goku's, or on anyone's life!"

Hostility, as well as murderous intent became clear, after tightening her telekinetic grip upon him, practically intending to squeeze the life out of him.

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Yuvo's eyes arched as power erupted from Kinoko, 21 tried to yell at her not to show him but by then it was too late. A bright grin rested on Yuvo's face as he stared at the Super Saiyan in front of him. His eyes moving over her form taking in her energy, he didn't have much time as he felt something invisible surround his body before it started to crush him. He blinked a few times surprised at the invisible force, though as his eyes moved to Kinoko he realized that she was the source of it. A small laugh escaped from him before he turned his head towards the sky laughing uproariously as Goku and Vegeta rose back up to join the fight.
"Stop don't show him any more!" 21 yelled.
"Hahahah fantastic!" Yuvo screamed.

Yuvo let out a loud yell and immense power erupted off him, blowing everything back, he pulled at the telekinesis around his body forcing it open before extending his hand grabbing Kinoko with her own power, grabbing her throat and slowly crushing it.
"Power! Power after power! I've finally gained the power of a Super Saiyan 3 and now...now I have this new power! Kinoko! You are everything I want! Show me more! Show me more of your power! Go beyond! I need more! More!"
The three tried to approached but Yuvo held his free hand out stopping them with telekinesis a bright grin on his face as he glanced over at them.
"I'm not talking to you," he said before focusing back on Kinoko.
Goku and Vegeta grit their teeth as they struggled in Yuvo's grip, Goku started to power up to break free but he froze realizing that if he did that Yuvo would just notice his energy, looking over at Vegeta and 21 they had come to the same conclusion.
If they went Super Saiyan Blue his power would go far beyond anything they knew, he might approach a god's level at that point.
"I'll rob you of everything! I'm beyond-"
"Oi."
Yuvo turned his gaze only to see Ryo inches from his with his fist back, the next moment he found himself in the side of a moment. Ryo shook off his hand letting out a small sigh. Adjusting the mask on his face he moved his hands to his hips, the telekinetic hold fading from the group's body.
"You're coming on pretty strong dude...girl's generally don't like that...I think."
"Kitsu!" 21 yelled. "You're okay."
"Of course I'm okay," Ryo said. "He just hit me with some weird blue ball."
His clothes were a tad torn and burned but he wasn't any worse for wear.
Vegeta stared at Kitsu his eyes narrowing a bit, even if it was Yuvo using it that was still one of his skills. Seeing a earthling of all things survive it drew his attention a little.

Ryo looked over at Kinoko before tapping the side of his head.
"Stop showing the guy your power. He's annoying enough to deal with," Ryo said. "Anyway you should be able to kill him, I did my job."
Yuvo shot out of the mountain flying straight towards Ryo, with a loud scream his aura flared before it immediately died his eyes widening as all his ki suddenly vanished. Ryo caught him by his arm to keep him from plummeting to the earth.
"Eh...m-my Ki...i-it's gone. I can't summon it," Yuvo said staring at his hand.
He pointed his hand at Ryo trying to shoot him with a ki blast but nothing came, not even a spark.
"You guys rely too much on Ki," Ryo said looking at the others. "I wasn't trying to kill you during our fight Yuvo, I was hitting your pressure points. Doesn't matter how strong you are...if you can't manifest Ki it's hard to do what you normally do...and you rely on that right?"
"Y-you..."
"It's a shame you can read moves but not intentions," Ryo said releasing him. "Fighting Ki users is my speciality after all."
Ryo floated over and pat Kinoko on the shoulder as Yuvo plummeted towards the earth.
"I'm done here, you guys can do that thing where you kill the bad guy and win the fight right. I'm going to get a soda, he's all yours."
Yuvo fell towards the earth trying to fly but nothing came from him, he raised his hand to Kinoko but nothing came out, all he could do was watch Ryo fly away and Kinoko slowly get further away as he fell towards the ground.
"W-wait! Killing me like this isn't fair right! Don't you want a proper fight?! J-just wait till I get my Ki back and I'll give you a good fight! You want that right Kinoko!"
Goku looked over at Vegeta at this causing the prince to glare at him.
"What?!"
"...nothing...this just seems oddly familiar...hope she doesn't have too much Vegeta in her."
"What'd you say?!"
21 didn't have the heart to say that Goku had fallen for that trick too.


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Dominic is rather outgoing and easy going. He is fast to trust and wears his heart on his sleeve (traits that have come back to bite him in the ass). Dom is constantly cracking jokes and making quips, trying to keep the mood light (sometimes he does this at inappropriate times, or just doesn't know when to shut the hell up).
Background: Dom is a double major in Psychology and Criminal Justice. He is the first member of his family to attend college, thanks to the magic of government loans and scholarships. However money is incredibly tight and he can barely keep lunch meat in the shitty fridge in his dorm room. After he caught word of the professor's study he signed up, eager to make a few bucks.
Chosen Pill Color: Yellow
Likes: Metalcore Music, Dots (the amazing gumdrop candy), Tabletop RPGs
Dislikes: Waking Up Early, Unsweet Coffees/Teas, People who over-analyze things.

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Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up.

Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles.

Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.

[Assistant]
Penelope's eyes widened as Ferghus made his entrance. "Well, that was subtle..." She murmured, shaking her head slightly. To his question, she shrugged. "That's Vee's business, not mine." She explained in matter of fact way.

Realizing that Orion had ignored her, she turned her head slightly to glare at him. "Hey! Don't ignore me, loser!" She called out, hitting Orion on the shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to really start anything, but it wasn't a tap either. "I'm trying to make conversation here, doofus!" She told him, putting a scowl on her face. After a while, she chuckled slightly. "You should stop playing with your small balls and socialize." She joked, raising a brow at him.

"Anyway, 'Sup with you, Ginger?" Penelope asked, turning back to look at Ferghus.

[User]
Even with the enhanced reflexes that came with the pill the doc gave him Ferghus was still surprised with the dire speed at which the marble whizzed past him. With a look of astonishment that quickly turned into a smirk he spoke directing himself towards the others, "This is a lovely little shop, it'd really be a shame if you had hit the panes, you wouldn't wanna hurt poor old Vee's lively hood now would ya? Ehh, I guess there is no helping it."

Ferghus quickly took a seat on the couch that he had been planted head first in earlier and spoke again, this time directed at Penelope "Oh you know, guess you could say I've been running circles around yeh smokes, but in all seriousness,'fraid I'm a bit worried about the doc, wasn't even around the labs, and now that I think of it, neither were you Striphe. You two plotting something we should know about?"

The relaxed man finally spotted a glance towards Veronica, clearly he and Orion have been driving each other bananas in the lab, and gave another warm smile, a gesture that he often resorts to.

[Assistant]
"Pay no attention to the writing on the wall. The words seem empty 'cause there's nothing there at all."

The smooth sounds of the Alan Parsons Project filled Emily's ears as she walked down the street. She walked at a relaxed pace but with purpose, eager to chat with her new friends from the Project, as she generally called it. As she listened to the album she had heard so many times before, she considered how the others had reacted to their pills' effects. After she had taken her own maroon pill, there had been no discomfort. All that she had felt was surprise that suddenly she understood more than she had before. Of course, when she discovered the other side effect it was a little different. It's hard to remain calm when you think about wanting food and your TV turns on that instant and flips to the Food Network.

Unfortunately for Emily, all of these thoughts occurred very quickly and no noticeable amount of time had passed. No matter, though; the cafe was just around the corner. Reaching the entrance just as "Children of the Moon" concluded, she paused the album from her phone, put her headphones around her neck and entered the Fresh Pot in a way 100% opposite from the Irishman's moments earlier. Opening the door and walking in, she beheld the four that were already there. "Hey!" she said to everybody/nobody in particular, and sat down at the table with Penelope and Orion after giving a glancing smile to Ferghus on the couch. "I see nobody's died yet," she remarked jokingly.

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"Ah ha! Found it!" Felyse jumped to his feet, holding his signature red hat between his fingers. Above him was a hole, or to be more accurate, a portal of pure darkness. It hung on the ceiling like some over-grown Christmas ornament. A large variety of shirts, trinkets, and all other items he had horded throughout his life were piled in an organized mess and shoved to the side. Along the way, the bed was placed right under it. He stood beneath the dark abyss, feeling a slight draft drawing towards it, almost like it was urging him to come inside. The hole was juuuuust big enough for his scrawny body to fit right through. Even though the Fresh Pot was just across the street, this portal was here all nice and tight, presenting itself to him. If only it wasn't on the ceiling... All well! Might as well go with it.

"Welp, here goes nothing," the teen huffed, imagining what the good professor might say if he were to ever find a portal in his room instead of the training area. Despite his gangly weight, a jump or two on the bed gave him enough momentum to grab the edges of the portal and heaved himself through… to only find himself staring at a pair of shoes and hearing voices above his head.

"Oh…" Felyse stared blankly at his new surroundings. Judging from the warm atmosphere and seeing Orion, Penelope, and Emily who were all gathered at a table, it was pretty much a given that he was at the Fresh Pot. The person closest to him was the ever-so-muscular Ferghus whose feet he was currently staring at. Slowly, his lips slipped into a sheepish grinned as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. The teen made a move to pull himself up only to find himself unable to do so. Flickering his eyes down to the portal hugging his lower chest told him exactly why.

"Pssssst, Ferg!" He called out to the Irishman in a hushed voice, looking rather lax despite having half of his body sticking out from the floor. "Hey, buddy, I like your shoes. They're clearly well worn. Also, can you pull me outta here? I'm kinda stuck sooooo..."On the other side of the portal, his legs dangled helplessly with no leverage to rely on. "...I got skittles."

[Assistant]
Nick was fairly indifferent to his new powers, sure they were useful, but he couldn't really use them for fun, he was already good at all the things he wanted to be good at. One of them being riding his awesome motorcycle (which he stole from his cousin about 3 weeks ago) it growled beautifully as he made his way over to the coffee place to meet his super powered peers. He didn't really like any of them, too chirpy and sitcom compared to his normal circles, but he was fascinated by the super powers, his new power Clarity made him hunger for knowledge a lot more than he previously did...(which isn't saying a lot for a dropout).

His Chopper Bike came to a screeching stop outside the cafe, there wasn't a real parking space for bikes so he just left the bike dangerously close to the front door, and burst through the door with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

Does this place sell anything other than coffee?

He said to nobody in particular.

And when I say sell, I mean give me, Alcohol, or a coffee with a little Irish in it.

He lazily smirked at Ferguson and snorted

No offense Hoolihan, or is it Callahan...O'Grady?

He dropped himself quite abruptly in the sofa that Ferguson was sitting in and shuffled so he was somewhat comfortable sitting next to him, without an invitation to, he scanned the room really quick and acknowledged some of the other super powered types in the room, he'd met them all once before. Introducing himself with a nod and little else. He looked Orion up and down with a measure of disrespect, he didn't really like Orion, he wasn't sure why, he just didn't. His eyes flew past Penelope and Veronica who he was fairly indifferent to, and focused on Emily. He couldnt take his eyes off her for at least a good 15 seconds, and flashed her his rouge-ish smirk.

Yo, Em you see my new bike? I built it from scratch, with my own engineering smarts before that pill. After this little hipster meeting let me know if you need a ride back, I promise you I wont go too fast...unless you want me to hahaha.

Nick readjusted himself on the fairly comfortable sofa next to Ferguson and let out a rather loud fart, which was amplified by the leather on the seat, and pulled out a pack of smokes.

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With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment"

"But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him.

As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."

[Assistant]
Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches.

"Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar.

"You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone.

"There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."


[System]
Age: 19

A very down-to-earth girl who's currently attending college. She lives alone in a campus dorm, and is known for being a major bookworm. She studiously completes her assignments, keeps few friends, and overall has a bright - but somewhat lonely - future.

[User]
Nefas nodded as she listened to Sarah, drinking her own tea as she did. Once Sarah had finished and seemed to really hate these people, Nefas could read her thoughts of course so she knew what these people had personally done to her.

Nefas pondered momentarily as she went over what Sarah had said in her mind...Her hatred towards these people. Then before she even realised it her mouth started saying things "I can kill them for you, if you'd like?" She said kindly but rather surprised at herself. For Nefas, that was almost a flirt. If she wanted to kill someone, she would do so because she wanted to... not as a favour to some human she had only just met. She was Lucifer's daughter for Hells sake she doesn't need to propose ideas to someone else...she can just go a head and do them! However, so far she liked Sarah and would be quite happy to dispose of people for her.

[Assistant]
Sarah nearly spat her drink out. "K-Kill them?!" she repeated, trying very hard not to shout. "No, I don't want you to kill them! That would be horrible!" They were major jerks, sure, but killing them? That was taking things way too far!

...Although... whispered a devious little monster in her brain.

Killing them was out of the question, no ands, ifs, or buts about it. However, the darker parts of Sarah's mind began to churn out a tiny sliver of an idea, until eventually, even her best morals couldn't drown it out. Here she was, sharing a meal with the apparent princess of Hell itself. She didn't want to kill them, but...

"But..." she whispered, an unfamiliar and wicked glint in her eyes, "maybe something else? Like... I don't know, something to embarrass them or really freak them out?" No matter who you were, if you weren't in PKA, you were probably against them. And Sarah was most definitely against them. And after everything they'd ever gotten away with, surely just a little bit of payback would be justified, right?

Some tiny part of Sarah's brain wondered if Nefas was having an effect on her, but its tiny voice went unnoticed. Ideas like this were surprisingly hard to ignore.

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Nefas's face slowly turned into almost a Cheshire cats grin. The air around her would almost turn black. "This is interesting Sarah... What would you have me do? ...I can do anything" She smirked evilly. Seeing this innocent little thing sat in front of her drinking tea but having these dark thoughts made her skin tingle pleasingly.

"You name it, from plagues, to making them sneeze spiders or even making their manhood disappear... I can do it all." She said raising her arms a little in an almost godly fashion. After all, it was true, she could do literally anything. The laws of physics did not apply to her, she was not from this world.

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"Anything?" Sarah had to admit, she was in just a bit of awe of Nefas right now. If what she said was true - and frankly, Sarah fully believed it was - then the possibilities before her were endless. Her good morals took a heavy blow from the temptation to deal out some righteous punishment on the boys who'd made so many people's lives miserable, and ultimately, she couldn't resist the idea.

But what to do? What would be an appropriate punishment for PKA? Her thoughts wandered back to the poor girl who'd had fake nudes put up all over campus. Sarah hadn't known her personally, but that had been one of the biggest injustices she'd ever witnessed. She decided to correct that.

A quick glance at her cell phone revealed the time to be 5:30pm, meaning most of PKA was either still in class or in the campus cafeteria, meaning they were all in a decidedly public location. With a wicked, eager little grin of her own, she turned to look back at Nefas. "I've got it," she told her. "Would it be possible for you to disintegrate all their clothes at once?" She pointed back in the direction of Ivy. "Not just the ones in here, but all the PKA guys on campus, too?"

[User] Nefas laughed a little at her 'evil' intentions. It was so mild it was cute. "I sure as Hell can... But I'd need to know what they look like. ..What is it you humans have that replicates ones image? A pho.... something... So long at I can clearly see their faces I'm good to go. Unless you want the whole town to lose them also..." Nefas smirked as she looked Sarah up and down a little "Though seeing you in just your flesh would be a wonderful sight" she said still smirking as she got out her spell book. Over the thousands of years shes been alive she has come up with many dark spells for her own entertainment. She could kill you slowly and painfully, chop you up, put you back together again and have you breathing in the space of five minutes if she really wanted to.

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Sarah's face flared red again. "N-No no, that's... that's not necessary," she assured her nervously. "Just the PKA guys will do." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone. "I think you're talking about a photograph, or just 'photo' for short. Here." With a few quick taps of her screen, she pulled up the school's main website. Fortunately for her, PKA being the largest frat on Ivy meant that they got a wonderful group photo posted every year. She pulled it up, zoomed in for a better view, then presented the phone to Nefas. "That's them. This was taken at the beginning of the year, so it's got all the current members in it." Unless they've recruited some new guys since then, she considered, but it didn't matter. If there were any new guys, they weren't responsible for what had happened to that girl.

She looked to Nefas one more time, eyes filling with both excitement, a dark glee, and a nervous apprehension all at once. "Can you really do this? I mean, I don't... I don't really doubt you are who you say you are anymore, but is this really possible?"

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Nefas continued to smirk as Sarah went a wonderful ruby shade. She took the phone of the girl and looked at all of their faces. Now she knew their identity. She didnt need names, just how they looked. She let out a menacing giggle as Sarah questioned her. Nefas pulled out her spell book and began flicking through the pages.

All of a sudden as she opened her book the air turned rather hot. Soda cans started to explode in the vending machines. Things slowly began to boil. This was not because of a spell she was reciting, no this was just her dark magic coming through to silently prove to Sarah that anything is possible.

As Nefas began to read off her spell, her eyes turned black like night. It was as though the pupils had taken over her entire eyeball. She was peaking old, very old latin, crossed with some of her own demonic tongue. A wind picked up around her, blowing both her and Sarahs hair around softly. The lights began to dim. Then nothing, all of a sudden everything was back to normal. All the people in the restaurant were acting normal, no one had even seen Nefas do anything. If Nefas didnt want to be seen, then no one could see her. Only Sarah could have sen what had just taken place. Nefas was now visible once again to all. No wind. No creepy eyes. No heat and no boiling objects.

However, there was one thing very different. Nefas waited. There it was. Shrieks from terrified males. Followed soon by laughter from onlookers. The men Sarah wanted naked were now terrified and completely butt naked. They had no idea what had happened to them. One minute they were enjoying being dicks, throwing their food around like monkeys do with poop and bam. Naked in the blink of an eye.

Nefas gestured for Sarah to take a look at her handy work. She sat there and smiled ever so sickly sweet -but clearly a prideful- at the blonde sitting across from her.

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Sarah's eyes were locked onto Nefas, even though her entire body screamed at her to run, duck, hide, do anything to get away from the demon in front of her. But she couldn't move. She watched in frozen terror as Nefas began to unleash her magic, every last lingering trace of doubt vanishing into nothing. She was who she said she was, and there was nothing left for Sarah to question. She was in the presence of a demon.

And then, suddenly, just like that, everything was back to normal. Sarah blinked, not quite able to comprehend the sudden normalcy of the room. Then she heard the screaming. Her head snapped toward the boys at the other table, then her cheeks went red as her hands snapped up to cover her eyes. It had worked! They were completely naked! She listened with a giggly glee as they panicked, rushing out of the fast food place with a steady stream of profanities. It wasn't until they were finally out the door that Sarah finally lowered her hands, but the grin never left her face.

"That... was... AMAZING!" she cheered, before realizing she was yelling. "Oops..." She lowered her voice. "That was amazing! I can't believe it! It really worked! You really are a demon! And we really did just get revenge on all of PKA!" She bounced excitedly in her seat, certain she'd be hugging Nefas right now were it not for the table between them.

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Nefas chuckled as Sarah bounced around happily. She liked seeing the girl smile. She had rather a sweet, innocent look. Something inside Nefas tingled when she saw the blonde happy. Hell, it made her smile a little. It was just the corners of her mouth twitching up slightly, but for Nefas, that was pretty much a grin.

"Was there really any doubt? I did arrive in your apartment from your ceiling." Nefas laughed a little. "It seems you have finished your food... Shall we head home now? Or is there something else you'd like me to... torment?" She said the last word with a lot of dark excitement. Punishing people was one of her very favorite past times. She was the daughter of Lucifer, was anything else ever really expected?

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Sarah giggled, still grinning from ear to ear at Nefas. "Heh, I guess that's true," she admitted. "I guess I just didn't really believe what I'd seen back then, but now..." She shook her head, grin still in place - clearly, this serving of revenge had been a long time coming for her. "There's no doubt in my mind; you really are a Princess from Hell, and with all the power to match! ...Though I'm still not quite sure how I feel about that, to be honest," she admitted, grin finally faltering. She normally wouldn't have said so out loud, but Nefas could read minds. No real point in hiding it.

With a nod at her suggestion, Sarah stood up and took up her garbage. She paused a moment then, considering, then shrugged and took up Nefas's garbage as well. Might as well, she thought to herself. She did just make one of my minor dreams come true. Tossing the trash, she held the door and beckoned Nefas out. Soon enough, they were on their way back to the dorm room.

"I'll probably take a shower and start getting ready for bed once we get back," she told Nefas on their way back. It wasn't that late in the day yet, but Sarah's classes started fairly early, and she liked having plenty of sleep. Plus, I still have some homework to finish, she remembered. Demon Princess or no Demon Princess, her schoolwork still went on.

[User] Nefas' smile faded as Sarah seemed to be negative toward her powers. This caused a frown to now pass over her usually emotionless face. She could read Sarah like am open book. She didnt seem to like her. Even after what she had just done for her. "My father was right. You humans judge us even after we do you favours." Nefas glared at Sarah, her glare was seeing right through her into her soul. She was slowly getting angrier and angrier. How dare she be negative after what Nefas had just done for her. Her eyes slowly went black. The wind was picking up as they were now outside. Nefas was easily angered, and once angered it took a lot to calm her down.

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I wonder if this is what a rabbit feels like when a lion's staring down at it? Sarah briefly wondered. She certainly felt like one: frozen in fear, eyes wide and locked on Nefas's blackening gaze, and wanting so desperately to run screaming in the opposite direction. Sadly, her legs refused to move. "I-I'm sorry!" she stammered desperately. "It's just... I mean, I've never heard anything good about demons, and now here's one right in front of me!" She realized immediately that she was probably just digging herself that much deeper into the hole she was already in, and in a slight panic, tried again.

"I-I just need time, okay! Time to get used to you and what you can do! You haven't done anything to hurt me yet, and I'm really sorry I'm not more grateful for what you've just done! Believe me, it was amazing! I haven't had something that good happen in a long time! I just..." She faltered again, then sighed. In a much more subdued tone and looking away in shame, she continued. "I'm sorry. I really am. There's just a lot of stories about demons being these evil, manipulative beings, and... and I guess I was prejudging you. You haven't done anything to deserve that, and I'm sorry." She looked up, daring to meet Nefas's eyes again even though she was quite sure she saw the first circle of Hell reflected in them. "But you have to understand, too: suddenly playing hostess to the Princess of Hell isn't something I can just accept without any hesitation. You scare me. Your power scares me. I don't think you're evil, really, but it's gonna take some time before I'm completely comfortable around you, alright?"

Hey, Nefas already looked like she wanted to kill her. Might as well put it all out there at once.


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Appearance:

Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Main-Hand Weapon: Longsword
Off-Hand Weapon: Kite Shield, Steel
Secondary Weapon: Greatsword
Armor: Full Plate
Powers: None - his faith is all the power he needs.
Skills:
Diplomacy - Carver is a great communicator, able to get what he wants out of people by being straightforward with them. In additon, his palpable earnestness and good looks tend to make him very popular wherever he goes.
Knowledge of Religion - Having lived in a monastery all his life, he knows a fair deal about the various faiths of the realm.
Tenacity - With faith as his armor and honor his shield, there his little Carver cannot endure - he will get back up and get back up and get back up.
Weaknesses: Cannot tell a lie to save his life.
Utterly shackled to the (very rigid) moral codes of his order.
Personality: Carver is the quintessential knight - he is obsessed with justice, honor, courage, and compassion. He's a compulsive do-gooder and sometimes a bit of a stick in the mud, and sometimes he can be a little too sure of his own judgements, but he is really, fundamentally a good person out to spread good into the world. In combat, he is a protective fighter - a blow will not fall on his comrades if it may fall on him instead, and he prioritizes a solid defense over any kind of offense.
Background: Carver was born in a great city far to the north, and given over by his parents at a young age to the local order of holy warriors. He was brought up as a crusader, a servant of the goddess of the sun and compassion, and taught his whole life the virtues of justice, integrity, and faith. Now, as part of his Crusader's Rite of Passage, he has journeyed to the south, seeking to right the wrongs, uplift the downtrodden, and spread the radiant light of the sun to all dark corners of the world.
Other:

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When Carver came to, he was struck by the sensation of not being on fire. He took a moment to appreciate how fine it was to not be immolated, then sat up quickly, his head swimming.

He'd passed out. Weak. Selfish. Failure. Carver shook his head in an attempt to clear his brain of these thoughts. There would be time for self-loathing later, but not after everyone who could be saved had been.

The knight examined the structure he'd been hidden behind for a moment. It was well-constructed, though obviously done in a hurry. Carver suspected Kelvin might be behind its creation - he wasn't sure who else could have thrown it together. He felt a pang of gratitude for the man who had risen to the occasion when Carver's strength had failed him. His was a noble example, indeed.

He rose, shakily, and brought his gloved hands up to touch his unhelmed face. No burn marks. Alula's handiwork, or maybe Furnace's - once again, those he was meant to be protecting seemed to be protecting him. He'd have to do better.

His head pounding, Carver stepped back into the clearing and was struck by two sights. One, Furnace was conscious, and conversing with Kelvin a short distance away; and two, Vis had returned, bringing with him someone new - a child, staring at Alula with rapt wonder.

Kelvin and Furnace's efforts required thanks, thanks he would be sure to give them sooner rather than later. However, for the moment Carver was concerned with the health of the others - Alula, who had displayed such uncharacteristic power, and the girl, whose home had obviously just been burned down.

"My lady!" he called out to Alula, managing not to wince from his soreness as he sauntered over to her. "Are you unharmed? I must offer my most sincere apologies for collapsing, as I did. It was... unbecoming of a knight, and will not happen again."

He gave a warm smile to the girl and dropped down to a crouch to look her in the eyes. "And who's this one? Child, do not fear. No harm will come to you, not now. I am Sir Carver, Knight of the Sun, and I am very pleased to meet you."

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Suki grimaced as she sat up. Alright, it seems she was going to have to drain someone soon. As she thought about this, her eyes had drifted over towards the man who had carried her out of the town. No, best not to take him yet...perhaps she'll find someone soon. Besides, he did not look like he could take a kiss from her and live, even if she wasn't trying to kill him.

Muttering softly under her breath, "Saving someone like me was a waste of time.", she glanced back towards the rubble of the town. Her scythe was still back there. Although she could probably summon and assign an undead to bring it to her, not did not seem like the right time to do so. Turning towards Separ, she smiled. "I'm pretty certain that Kelvin and the paladin would keep everyone else safe. After all, you've only just gathered us today. It would be a horrible joke of the divines to kill us all off." Attempting to reassure the man, Suki looked around.

Now that they were semi-safe, they would probably have to find the rest. Although running away now, while the paladin wasn't around, wasn't such a bad thought either.

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Kelvin

If she wanted to stay awake, that was her own business. But when he decided it was time to sleep, he wasn't going to be waking for a while. "The half elf returns." Kelvin nodded in thanks. It was good to have a bit of warning, not that he would have put more than two crossbow bolts on anyone who jumped them, right at the moment. That girl was interesting, seeming to have multiple voices speaking for her at any one time. Personally though, if he had to choose one it would be the more dominant one. It seemed accustomed to giving out orders- not a trait he prefered, but the voice was practical and could hold up a conversation. He would have to see if he could draw it out more often for conversation, no offense to the poor girl it was speaking through.

The scarred rogue appeared, carrying a child. Not a great development, but she could be useful. Old enough to do basic tasks at least, and to learn. Kelvin left them to talk to the oracle, instead choosing to do some more work on the shelter, until the gnome awoke."I wouldn't mind some practical help, I suppose." Kelvin looked at the crooked arm and grimaced. "It won't feel pretty for me to set it though. I am no doctor, so I will just have to straighten by feel." He paused for a moment, and felt his own arm up and down, looking intent. It was an odd idea. He knelt next to the small man and carefully felt the arm. If the little guy was moving about with it, he must have decent pain tolerance. "Start when I tell you, not before- and please don't light me on fire." On a burst of inspiration, he picked up a stick and offered it to the poor guy, mimicking biting it with his teeth. Kelvin turned back to the arm and felt gently above and below the break, then suddenly tightened his grip, twisting the arm just slightly and bracing his body against any possible thrashing. "Now."

Kelvin chose to look away from this particular event. Even as a man who had seen fingers crushed in gears and blown apart bits of partners, some memories were best left uncatalogued in ones brain. Other thoughts were better. Such as about Separ. Kelvin winced. It was really a shame. He hadn't anything against him or that hooded girl, though he didn't trust her looks. Survival was the main thing for now.

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(For Alula, happens prior to Carver)

Khat looked to the ground and scuffed her boots in the dirt, the floating person was really nice and she could sense the warmth of hair kindness radiating off of her, 'or is that the warmth of her glow?' she wasn't sure but she felt warmth.

"What girl?" she asked, looking past Alula with even more interest, tilting her head at her before reaching up to tighten her bandana, "You're here aren't you? at least you look like you are here, its all relative, to me you are here and to someone else you might be there, but to me you are here, so what other girl must there be?" For a very long time, Khat had been blabbering about things that people didn't really understand, or interpreted as the babble of a child, Relativity was one of them and she felt like she was on to something despite the critics of the adults.

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When the knight, Carver, knelt to look at Khat, she squirmed and promptly hugged Vis' leg tighter, making him meep. "Momma told me not to trust a man in armor." Blurted Khat, as her mind was taken back to the first weeks she worked with her mother. A knight of some minor lord had barged into the bakery with his gaggle of squires and demanded free cake for all of them, her mother told them to get out but instead they got violent, smashing up furniture and threatening to do the same for her. Momma finally relented and gave them what they wanted and Khat watched on as the men filed out, laughing and eating her mother's hard work. Then a the knight touched her mother's chest and she ran into the kitchen to cry, though at that young age she didn't know what had happened, she had an idea of what it meant now. She clutched onto Vis' legs more, and Vis put his hand on her shoulder.

"He'th noth a knighth, he ith a paladin." Said Vis reassuringly, squeezing her shoulder gently to comfort her.

"I don't care," she retorted, glaring at the armored man, "he's wearing armor."

Vis frowned beneath his scarf but shrugged the frown away, instead he looked up at the sky and squinted, the sun was setting and throwing it's dying colors out into the sky in a chromatic spectical of oranges, reds and purples. Khat followed his eyes and yawned, it was getting late and she usually slept by nightfall, falling asleep in the kitchen after kneading the next day's dough. She looked up at Vis, "Can I sleep?" Vis nodded and thought about a place where she could bed for the night, looking around, he saw a willow tree with a large branch jutting into the clearing, Vis picked her up and approached the tree, holding her like a baby. He ascended the willow until he reached the branch, finding a a wide divot in it where he then placed the child, Vis looked around and was satisfied she wouldn't fall, anyway, the tree wasn't that tall.

"I'll be back, gonna clean up." Vis climbed back down and asked the group, "ith thare a thtream near here?"

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Furnace didn't get the idea of biting on wood. Wood wasn't food. He tried that. But as Kelvin held his arm right. And what felt like surges of negative energy ran trough his arms, he noticed he was gritting his teeth. The wood was a safeguard? This guy was really smart.

When Kelvin gave the signal Furnace concentrated and forced another golden white coil from his hands to dance along his arm.
The sparks sank into the flesh and they both heard the unsettling sound of setting bones. Like wet leather being strained against a hollow tree.

A few sparks missed their mark and jumped up Kelvins fingers instead. Immediately clearing out diminutive cuts amd bruises on his working hands.

"Thmph yuth."
Furnace spit out the stick.
It had deep bitemarks in it.
"Thank you."
He stretched his arms. He felt a little sore, but the pain was banished and he noticed a strong feeling of relief.

He looked around. The structure was unclear in it's function. But appeared well built regardless.
"How can I aid you in return?"

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Alula looked over at the child, still hiding behind Vis as she spouted some strange nonsense. Well. At least the kid was curious. And yet the oracle knew that an illiterate child from a poor village wouldn't be able to understand a higher standard of magic, and she didn't really have the patience left to talk to the child.

"The girl is here, and yet not. She does not need to concern herself in problems that might cause her harm."

Alula looked down upon Carver, her flashing eyes displaying anger.

"Yes, but all Knights of the sun are rather unbecoming."

Her face contorted again, from anger to defiance and back to anger. An internal struggle, and argument with herself.

"do not be so cruel to him. All Paladins are dangerous. he protects us. Yes but for how long. His love of the sun will soon overshadow his protection. the incident was not his fault. It should not take an entire squadron of Paladins to 'guard' a village."

Alula shuttered, repressing voices. She put a hand to her forehead, her light fading for a moment.

She watched as Vis put the child up the in tree, finding it odd that he would choose that as a place to put her to bed. She only hoped that someone bought tents before the town burned. And she only hoped no one would insist on sleeping with her.

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The child's reaction wasn't one that Carver was entirely unused to. Armor was a mark of power, and power was all too often abused at the detriment of the poor. Likely, this child or her mother had had some bad experience with a thuggish hedge knight or minor lord - perhaps Carver might pay said men a visit, when the matter at hand was attended to.

Another voice from his past. "We do not make them love us, Carver. The Sun loves all, and asks for nothing in return. So must we."

He smiled at her again as she was lifted to the tree. "I will keep watch, child. You will be safe."

He turned, his smile fading as he heard Alula speaking. She was still in the bizarre state she'd entered into during the battle, seemingly at war with herself over everything she said. However, most of her disjointed statements seemed to have a single theme - she was displeased with the knight.

He frowned. "My lady, if I have offended you, I offer my most sincere apologies. It is not my intention to threaten, nor to displease. And if you take issue with my faith, then... this need not be a matter of conflict between us. The Sun teaches us to understand, not to convert. If you are no longer desirous of my protection or my company, then you may release me from my vows, and I will depart without incident." He paused. "I... am glad to see you well. I did not stay close enough to you - I feared that that enemy spellcaster may have harmed you, after I was almost hit from behind by some spell."

Carver straightened his back and turned on his heels to walk away. "I will keep watch for the rest of our party. You all should rest. We will decide our next move when we are all gathered."

It should not take a squad of Paladins to protect a village. He would do better.


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High King Jorvi the Elder (Weyland), son of Sigurd the Hammerer.

The elderly king of the realm, Jorvi has reigned for over thirty years, and has grown weary and old. His legacy is going to be contested by two candidates – his young grandson Alarik, the Earl of Grensmark, and by Jorvi's younger brother Hjalmar, the Earl of Harkland. A feeble old man, his mind isn't what it used to be. He rarely leaves his castle anymore.

Prince Alarik (Weyland), Earl of Grensmark

Alarik is just a boy and an untested youth by Borrland's standards, but what he lacks in years and experience, he lacks it not in courage, ambition or martial prowess. His father Rickard died of wound gone bad, when he fought a duel agaisnt Hjalmar. They fought over the ownership of a longboat named Wyvern, which passed to the hands of Hjalmar. Thanks to this dispute, Earl Alarik holds a personal grudge agaisnt Earl Hjalmar.

Earl Hjalmar (Weyland) of Harkland

Earl Hjalmar rules the lands of Harkland in the northwestern coast south of the Isles of Hjorska, and he has come close to the Earl of the Isles, Bannon More. He is brother to King Jorvi, and many years younger than him. A man in his late fourties, Hjalmar is a figure of great stature in Borrland's politics. He has fought against a giant and won, though it happened decades ago.

Earl Sigmund Ivarson of the Isles

A man in his thirties, Sigmund has been titled as the Dragon of the Seas, as he has raided many trading ship from Taranis. He is a cunning man, who has a notorious comtempt for authority - as long he and his people can live as they always have, Sigmund is content. The Isles are highly autonomous, but still a part of Borrland, as the king hasn't put Earl Sigmund into too tight a leash.

Thane Bram Halvorson of Serpentstone

A wiry young man in the service of Earl Hjalmar, Bram is one of the Earl's trusted lieutenants. About six feet tall and just above twenty, Bram has progressed quickly in Harkland. The son of a thane, Bram was taught the ways of the sword, the shield, the javelin and the axe in his childhood and youth. He became a thane at the age of seventeen, after leading a raid against the goblins and killed a very large goblin.

Harlan the Younger, Gorlund the Unicorn and Aubry the Hammer, thanes of Serpentstone

These three are friends and comrades of thane Bram. Harlan is nearing forty years of age, and is the senior of the group. Gorlund the Unicorn claims to have seen a unicorn one times in the forests of Harkland, but he also claimed he was dead drunk at the time. Aubry the Hammer, as the name suggests, likes to use hammers as his weapons. He often wields a two-handed warhammer.

Burgomeister Georg Whitehair of Beornhall

Georg is the burgomeister in charge of Beornhall's city council. The council consists of him, the captain of the guard, a judge and five other members from the city, like notable merchants and well known individuals.

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Thanks for the late miracle, Bram composed in his head. He felt pain in many parts of his body, but it wasn't anything new. He forced himself up, as the thugs were occupied with the young woman. She had approached them quite handily with the axe, but it was time to even the odds. Bram still had the walking stick with him. It was made of thick pine, and while it wouldn't crack any skulls, goblin or human, it would make nice bruises.
 Bram was standing, and took a swing with the stick at the fourth man, who had emerged from the alley. He had a woolen tunic, though it was hard to see his face in the darkness. Bram aimed at his head, and the stick struck true to the side of the head. The man fell, not knowing what had hit him. "Bastard!", the man grunted grunted, spitting.
 Bram struck him again to his head, this time knocking the man out of the fight. The last attackers, though still in the fight and circling the young woman, they seemed to be getting nervous and insecure. They were holding their distance from the woman, weighing their options. To fight or to fight, that was the question.
 And the answer came quickly. After a couple tense seconds, a shout came down the street. Bram didn't turn at the shouter. "Halt, in the name of the Earl. You're under arrest." Bram recognized the voice, and it belonged to one of the guardsmen of the town. He had fought with him on couple occasions, although Bram didn't remember his name at the moment.
 The attackers didn't halt, but turned their tails and ran away, both sprinting into different alleys. Bram didn't want to go and chase them, as his head was still ringing. It would turn into a headache by the morning, but he'd survive.
 "Nicely struck", Bram said to the woman He checked on his friends, although they were bruised, they'd be all right in the end. "I didn't catch your name, by any chance. Mine's Bram."

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"Thank you. My name is Bóthilda Sørensdotter. How are your friends?" She asks a she walks over to the man she struck with the axe. A small pool of blood was forming under him and was shining darkly in the moon light. She uses part of his tunic to wipe the blood off her axe and returned it to it's place on her left hip. With the guardsmen came her uncle with an axe in one hand and a dagger in the other.

"Are you hurt Bóthilda?." He ask after he gets up to her.

"No uncle. Just got hit with a stick a few times."

Tørmun shakes his head and puts his weapons away. "Well we probably best get back to the others." He turns to Bram. "Ah Thane Bram, I am glad to see you and your friends mostly unharmed. If you need anything I will be glad to provide any assistance I can." Tørmun adds a half bow with his right fist over his chest.

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"They're a bit bruised and battered, but they'll walk it off, I believe", Bram said to Bóthilda. "And Tørmun, wasn't it? It's been a while since you've visited Serpentstone."

Bram helped his friends get up. Gorlund groaned as he rose up. but stayed otherwise silent. "I am too old for this shit", complained Harlan the Younger. Aubry rose up and facing Bóthilda, said to her "Thank you again, young lady, for your assistance. Your axe strikes true."

"She can handle an axe, it seems. How about giving a chance at Jormundgard?", Gorlund asked. "The Earl still needs a few recruits, and she's good as any."

"Works for me", Harlan said. "After all, she wouldn't be the first."

Bram thought about, and found himself agreeing with his friends. "It seems you're a wanted woman, Bóthilda. Would you like to come to the castle in the morrow, to serve in the earl's guard?"

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"Aye, it's been nearly two year's since I have passed through. Now that my youngest son is now strong enough, I have returned to leading our village's trade caravan. He was born nearly a moon's turn early and seemed that he may have perished shortly after but the gods are good and he grew stronger every day." Tørmun replied. He half turned to his niece, while he listened to the comments said about her. He gave her a half nod to let her know she had done well.

"I had planned to go to the castle in the morning to offer my services to the Earl to begin with. I thank you all for your praise and will be at the castle on the morrow to pledge my axe to the Earl should he want it." She looked to her uncle when he clasped her shoulder. He gestured that it was time to head back to get what sleep they may. "I bid you farewell thanes, may you find your way home unmolested any more this evening." She said to the thanes before she turned to follow her uncle back to their lodgings. The trip was made in silence as both persons were tired. When they arrived she removed her brigandine, her boots, and gloves before she collapsed into her bed and going strait to sleep.

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"Should we have told her that the Earl isn't home?", Aubry pointed out as the four thanes neared the castle. The young woman and her uncle were out of earshot. "She's capable, I'll give her that."

"Well, there's still a few beds in the barracks to fill, so fitting her in shouldn't be a problem", Bram said. The four thanes walked to the barracks, and Bram, for one, collapsed to his bed.

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Earl Hjalmar was standing on the wall of Beornhall. He had arrived to the capital a few days ago, as his brother, King Jorvi of house Weyland, wanted to have a family feast and meet his quarreling relatives. Like I would let Alarik inherit the throne, Hjalmar thought. Only over my dead bones I would let him be king.

It was late night, and a chilly breeze blew. Hjalmar liked the feel of the wind on his face. It had a salty and fresh quality. The wind is coming from the sea.

Hjalmar walked back to his quarters, and started to sleep. It was going to be a busy and long day tomorrow.

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Bóthilda woke in the morning feeling a little sore from the night before. As she dressed she noticed a large bruise formed on her shield arm where she had been struck by one of the sticks. She muttered to herself to remember her shield next time as she finished getting her brigandine on. With her axe in it's place on her left hip and her shield on her back, she left her room to go to the common hall to meet with her uncle and other companions.

"Good morrow niece." He gestured to an open seat across from him for her to sit at. "I pray you rested well."

Bóthilda sat down and quickly started to eat the food that was set on the table. "Just a bit sore from last night's ordeal." She said in between bites.

"Slow down or you will choke." Tørmun chided. "The court won't open for at least another hour." He tore a chuck of bread off and used it to soak up the fat from the sausage.

"Yes uncle. When do you plan to leave?"

"In a few more days. There are several places still to stop on our route. Mostly small villages though there are some larger ones to stop through."

There was a silence following for a few minutes before Bóthilda spoke up. "Could you let father and mother know I will come home again? I know father won't worry as much but you know how my mother is. She doesn't think women should fight and that I am more likely to come to harm."

"She is not fully wrong Bóthilda. Though in your case you will probably leave them regretting underestimating you. Here take this." He reaches down to his boot to retrieve a dagger with a slightly longer blade and a wickedly sharp edge. He offers it to her hilt first. "Consider it a parting gift from me. And be carful it is as sharp as it looks. You aunt gave me that just before you youngest cousin was born. Anyway I'm sure she wouldn't mind you having it and don't go losing it either. I expect to see it next season when I come back through here."

Bóthilda nodded. "I'll keep it on my person at all times and sharp as well."

"Good. Now let's finish eating so I can get to work sell these goods, maybe buy some, and you get to the castle. I will try to be up there at noon to see you and pay my respects to the Earl or his steward."

The pair ate in silence for the remainder of the meal and went their separate ways afterwards. Tørmun watched his niece go up the street through the crowd to the castle for a few moments before turning to sell his wares. Bóthilda went up the streets to the castle taking her time and arrived just as people were being admitted to the hall. She stood third in line behind a two merchants who had complaints about some of the caravan merchants under selling goods similar to theirs. She listened to them as they complained to each other and to anyone who would listen.

"Can you believe the nerve of these peasants! They are under selling our goods. I've seen their wares and there is no way they acquired any of that for so little a price." The first man said.

"I know. Those Wood Hollow traders can be the worst. They sit right on the border so whose to say they haven't been trading outside the kingdom. I've heard the Earl of the village made a pact with the trickster God with the lead trader, the Smith, and the captain of their milita." The second man said without trying to be discreet.

Bóthilda tried to keep calm as they spoke. Fortunately for her the steward began listening to and giving solutions to the merchants. Neither were fully satisfied but still a bit more content than before.

Bóthilda stepped forward and spoke. "Thank you for your time. I came here today to enter the service of the Earl in the Jormundgard if he would have me."


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Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Fists. Send help.

Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.

In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.

Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.

Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.

Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.

Color: Black Hole

Emblem:

Appearance:

A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.

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Jack Orpheus | Dragon's Den

As Jack and Luke searched the back area, they were constantly met with dead ends and areas locked down by the security system... So far, the only route was back to the party floor. There was no alternate route out. As the two came up to around that floor, they scanned the situation... White Fang members were searching through the crowd, one of their team mates Ciel was within the crowd as they remembered. They can't see her at the moment, there was no high point to survey from, but there was a way around the sides. It looks like it was just going to be them three, as Mokuren was outside and locked out... Jack volunteered to survey the situation and told Luke to stay put and prepare a plan while he observed the room layout and enemy positions.

He's managed to figure out the general positions of the White Fang members, and spotted the White Fang's leader here... The mask was a real give-away. On the other hand there appeared to be two more major officers so to speak, based on the commands they were giving. He caught their names, Morgan and Mordred... A plan of combat may be difficult with this many people, but he has enough information, including Ciel's position, so he returned to Luke with the information.

"Ten enemies, seven of which are mooks, two seem to be officers, and there is one leader, it's possible there are more, but those are the ones I see now. I've found Ciel in the far corner..."

"Hey, you! Aren't you a bit young to be here, girl?"

Jack heard this over the crowd... It looks like they've spotted Ciel.

"If we're going to act, we'll have to act fast...", he stated. So what can they do? What can Ciel do? Jack was a little glad Mokuren wasn't here, she didn't really have a mind to keep civilians out of combat... So what was the priority? Was it to win this battle as efficiently as possible? If only they can get the rest of the civilians out of the area, this would be far easier to approach. Radio communications were jammed unfortunately, so they couldn't count on help from outside...

There was no good chance to act yet, so he waited for the moment...

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Lucas Schwarze--Desperate times...

Luke's face hardened, also hearing Ciel come under scrutiny of the forces patrolling the now locked-down nightclub. This situation had gone to hell in a handbasket quickly, and their search for a good place to tunnel out of had come up alarmingly empty for a nightclub in the middle of a city.

Really, how did this place turn into Fort Knox?

Shaking the train of thought away, Luke glanced out of the corner of his eye to Jack, who was currently doing an amazingly accurate impromptu impression of a loaded spring, waiting for the perfect moment to act.

He needed a moment, huh?

That gave Luke an idea.

"If you need a distraction, I've got you covered." he said lowly, switching down from drills, to gauntlets, and finally back to watches. Crouching low, he practically assumed a runner's pose straight off of a track meet, a curiously mischievous fire in his gray eyes.

"Just give the word."

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Mokuren Sabella| Nowhere in particular

The fox girl wandered down an alleyway after casually disengaging from the man who had been given far to many stats to place when he started the game. If she had stayed around, it would have become even more boring that in already was, so she left. And now, she was being treated to the exclamations of pride from a man who had gotten all the right cards this morning. But then, something hit her nose. A rather, stabbing smell. Having been eating people for quite some time, she was well attuned to the smells of people's blood, so she could avoid those who had the nasty illnesses, even if they didn't know it yet. She was no doctor, so she had no name for it, but she was certain that she didn't want to eat him.

"You should go see the doctor. There is something wrong with your blood" She told him, ignoring the confused look he gave her as she walked past. Sure, she was a homicidal faunus bitch - Cannibalism would not be the accurate term, since she ate humans and was not fully human - but she had her standards. So, instead she followed her ears to yet another dark alley - there were a lot of dark alleys - and stuck her sword though the chest of a man with a woman pinned against the wall.
"You'll do" She cooed, as the woman took the opportunity to run away screaming.

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Jack Orpheus | Dragon's Den

"No, we can't get the... Wait...", his eyes darted all across the floor, as the one called Morgan began to scrutinize poor little Ciel, the other White Fang members began to move around their superior... The amount of civilians between each one became smaller and smaller. The main problem was going to be what came after the move he had in mind, it appears Luke has an idea too. A moment's distraction was all he needed, and that was what Luke was offering.

"A distraction then...?", if they can clean up the several standard mooks, then they can create a more controlled battlefield. Neither Luke nor Ciel can tackle that many weak targets in an instant. On the other hand, if he had the space, Jack could. This came down to how well he can make use of what precious moments Luke can get him. The look in Luke's eyes told him he was pretty gung-ho for this. The White Fang members were moving into a formation in case Ciel turned out to be dangerous... Well in her current state, she wasn't quite, but...

"Alright then, let's go", he said, snatching a poker chip from the table beside them.

"This is the signal, when I throw it at one of the mooks, unleash hell", he stated. His smile returned in this moment, and before Luke can respond with proper words, like a blue shadow he darted away towards the chandeliers.

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From above he surveyed the targets, and the path he should take if he were to get his opportunity... Yes, got it.

"Time for the main event", he smiled. He nicked a White Fang mask from the back area, so he was putting that on. Though he added a blue gash on it with his dagger while he was on the chandelier, it was still glowing. He threw the poker chip he had picked up earlier, and threw it down, hitting one of the White Fang members square in the back of the head, enough to make them groan. This was the moment. It was time for Luke to charge, as Jack watched from above for the perfect moment.

"But seriously though, these masks are really cool", he muttered to himself.


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Introducing the (hopefully) One and Only:

Hero Archetype: Inspired by Maxima
Alias: None taken yet, waiting to earn/be given one.

Age: 18

Team: YJ

All of Maxus-El's powers derive from his Almeracian/Kryptonian physiology. Many of his powers derive from Psionics and Telekinesis, the genetic gifts from his mother; whereas others have been incorporated into his bloodline from his Kryptonian heritage, and as such are based on Solar Energy Absorption/Storage. At present, he has little experience absorbing radiation from a yellow sun. As he becomes more acclimated to it, more powers will arise from his Kryptonian heritage. As some of these powers overlap, they will reinforce and strengthen each other.

Force Field – Maxus-El can create a personal force field fitting closely over his skin. It incorporates a micro-environment, capable of sustaining his life even in outer space and provides amazing protection against physical attacks, even moreso against energy/radiation. This power is passive in nature and instinctive.

Telekinesis – Maxus-El has developed this ability in specific ways. At present, it is merely tactile until further developed. He can use it as a physical booster, temporarily increasing his strength to superhuman levels (up to 50 tons maximum weight, 1/5 Superman's carrying capacity). Additionally, he is a very proficient flier, achieving speeds comparable to commercial airliners of the day.

Telepathy – Line of sight, or greater if the subject's mind is known/previously contacted. Maxus-El is still learning fine control, but so far he is able to see through somebody else's eyes and/or establish and maintain a mental rapport with a subject well known to himself much farther out. As an interesting note, he has learned to use his telepathy to rapidly assimilate language skills from any mind with which he has contacted, giving him a superhuman Linguistics ability.

Heat Emission, Eyes – Maxus-El is capable of concussive "Heat Vision", capable of searing through osmium steel. This is a trait common to both sides of his heritage, and will likely be the first ability to increase in power as his body adjusts to Earth's sun.

Durability – Maxus-El has inherited his mother's durability. While not true Kryptonian Invulnerability, he is superhumanly durable. In time, this ability will develop in the same manner as his other overlapping powers.

Solar Regeneration – The first true and purely Kryptonian power that has manifested in Maxus-El, he has the benefits of Regeneration and Self Recovery so long as he is in the presence of solar radiation. It speeds the process by which he heals on a cellular level and purges his body of impurities. Though unaware of it at this time, this power also maintains his physical integrity, keeping him in top form and giving him unforeseen longevity.

Weaknesses: Kryptonite. While it will not physically weaken or kill him, the radiation will displace any stored solar energy from his body, removing his access to powers originating from, and weakening overlap powers that are reinforced by, yellow solar energy.

Personality: Prideful, balks under the thumb of authority. Raised on stories of his biological father, he tries to do what is right. Considering that he was raised by his mother, Maxima, it has influenced his personality away from the Superman ideal.

(Brace yourself, DBZ analogy:) Think Vegeta, after joining up with Goku's group later on in the series and mellowing.

Appearance: Maxus-El takes after his father greatly, if not exactly; he is his mother's child in the details only. He has black hair of middling length and bright, green eyes that tend to trail red energy when readying for combat. He is slimmer of build than his father, but still very toned and athletic. Unless additional uniform or gear is provided, he will be garbed in the black, gold and white uniform of an Almeracian Imperial Elite Soldier, devoid of rank insignia. Cape is flowing and white, detachable for less formal affairs. A gold-on-black symbol of the House of El can be found on his shoulderpiece, if somewhat abstracted, the Imperial Seal on the other.

The Almeracian Royal Family had maintained its superiority and gained its powers thusfar by carefully planned and acquired couplings and/or arranged marriages for millennia. Maxus-El is the result of the coupling of Maxima and Kal-El.

His biological father is unaware of his existence, and remains so. During his upbringing by Maxima and the few loyalists not destroyed alongside their civilization, he was raised to be a combatant, trained in weapons of all kinds, tactics, history, hand fighting, and technology. He is an accomplished pilot of multiple craft, atmospheric or spacecraft.

Most importantly, Maxus-El was raised as a Prince, despite the fact that his mother was deposed and Brainiac destroyed their homeworld. Nonetheless, he retains the privileged status as the rightful Prince of Almerac, with the attached education and attitude. An interesting addition to his education, that his forebearers did not have – he was taught from an early age the stories of his father. Invariably, they make him out to be the Paragon of All That Which is Good and Right, an unparalleled Champion of the People. It was Maxima's wish that he grow to one day be something like him.

Unaware of the goings on with Brainiac and Metropolis, Maxima sent her son away to meet his father and join the Justice League. His heritage and training should have given him instant membership, she figured, but the idea went away the moment Maxus-El saw what was going on. He drafted himself into service with the JL, allowing them to place him where they saw fit so long as he could lend his expertise to the cause. While not ideal, he was placed with Young Justice. Maybe it was a trust issue; his mother has a checkered history with the group.

Despite his training as a leader, he is willing to step back (at least for a while), owing to his novice status on the planet, let alone the team.

Maxus-El has yet to receive a Hero Name. Not that he needs one to protect his identity, as he doesn't have a secret identity just yet, nor protect his loved ones, as he hasn't any on Earth. All the same, he wants one. Just fits with the interesting cultural practice on Earth.

When flying, unless trying for maximum speed and terrain permitting, Maxus-El tends to adopt a standing posture with arms crossed. It gives him a very superior, "looking down upon the ants below" vibe.

The craft he used to get to Earth is stashed far away from the action, and can be accessed in person or remotely by a piece of wearable tech. The ship's name roughly translates to "Almerac Imperial Vessel - Resolute". It can be easily accessed by one of Almeracian heritage (or their assistance), otherwise more than moderate effort is required. It is a personal conveyance, the equivalent of a luxury-class corvette; but it boasts an impressive communications and defensive package, including weapon systems and cloaking. The Resolute has serviceable living quarters for a crew of five, though it only requires one to fully operate. Sadly, with technology being easily corrupted by Brainiac, it had been sealed away along with the remote device.

Immigration laws being what they are, Maxus-El is currently (in the broadest term possible) an Illegal Alien. But seriously, try to deport him.

His telepathy has a lot of room to grow. At present, he is working on the ability to link several minds, providing a silent, small unit communication network untouchable by technological countermeasures.

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The remaining founders of the Justice League walked over to the rest of the group. Batman noted what he'd heard in the numerous conversations. The knight was strictly about the endgame and damning anything to do with science or machinery. The 'deaths' weighed heavy on this one, who removed his helmet. Superbeast and Captain Marvel were steadily becoming friends, as were Static and Bluebird. Doctor Light seemed more interested in the civilians they had saved and brought back to base camp outside of Metropolis. Starfire watched over her friend, Raven, who was still unconscious. Kid Flash looked to be trying to regain some of his energy eating several of the protein bars and MRE's the military had provided.

"Everybody listen up..." Batman spoke getting everyone's attention, "Nightwing as well as the remaining civilians in the city are being held under what used to be the Daily Planet. As some of you have noticed many of the drones seem all too similar, and it isn't their programming. I've estimated around 90% of the techno-zombie drones we've been facing are in fact duplicates of the League's multiplying man, Ditto..."

"Nightwing's alive?!? That's the best news I've heard in days!" Superbeast responded.

"Before Brainiac can build a larger army we need to take down the remaining three drone generators and find out where he's keeping the original Ditto. If Ditto can't be saved we'll have to take him down." the Flash commented.

"We're gonna call it a day for the most part, however Batman has stated he's going back in to attempt to free Nightwing." Wonder Woman said crossing her arms almost as if she disapproved of Batman trying to go in alone yet again.

"I asked you not to tell them, Wonder Woman..." Batman said in his usual tone.

"While Batman didn't ask for help, any League members wishing to volunteer may do so. Those of you in Young Justice will be sitting this one out..." the Amazon continued noticing what appeared to be a metahuman flying towards them in the sky, "Batman, were you expecting...?"

"He's here." Batman said to the point.

~KL~

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The Captain's eyes lit up at the mention of Nightwing's status. This seemed to be just the news the two teams needed to get their spirits up. Now Billy had to consider going with Batman or not. Sure, his extra fire power could be the turning point in the battle to save Nighwing and all those civilians, but if he left then he couldn't defend the safe zone if the 'all mighty' Brainiac decided that Metropolis wasn't big enough for his huge ego. Ultimately, the crimson clad hero knew that he couldn't just stand by while his fellow Leaguers got to go out and bring the fight to Brainiac whilst saving their fellow hero and a load of civilians.

"I'll go with ya, Bats! Still got some kick left in me, stamina of Atlas and all that..." Captain Marvel proclaimed as he stepped towards Batman and Wonder Woman with an eager look on his face. When the approaching meta got closer Billy tried to stifle his laughter at the individual's means of flying. Ever since the appearance of Darkseid Billy normally burst out laughing when he would see a super-being flying in a standing position. Billy kept his humor to himself though since he didn't want to offend the incoming flyer, at least not yet.

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Finn was still in a bad mood and people seemed to still be trying to just look on the bright side of this situation. His annoyance rose a bit when Wonder Woman said to call it a day and he rolled his eyes. How on earth could she call it a day when there was still a mechanical menace out there that had enslaved several members of the league? It seemed like he was the only one besides Batman that was taking this situation seriously and now the subject of the Caped Crusader going back to find his old sidekick was brought up. William wanted to kill some more techno-zombies and continue his crusade against this evil science.

"I'll join you Batman, my sword is still hungry for the flesh of these sinful scientific monstrosities" he replied to them as he held his longsword firmly in his right hand, the blade glinting in the sunlight. His attention was then drawn to the figure flying towards them, Batman seemed to know this new individual and William wondered if this was good news or something bad.

"Are they friend or foe?!" he said firmly to Batman and was curious to hear the league founder's response. If this new person was an enemy then they were going to have a taste of God's fury.

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From a distance, the flying figure was merely a dark silhouette with a white cape buffeting dramatically in the breeze. As he drew closer, certain details became apparent: The newcomer looked, aside from the flying, like a normal, well-formed human youth. Dark of hair and strong of feature, he was well-groomed with a air of authority about him. His facial features, well... were familiar. Frightening even, in their familiarity.

He could tell that he was being observed; that was the point. Low altitude, slower speed on the approach. Let himself be seen, and see them. The nonverbal responses from the military present were a clustering of shock, reservation, and suspicion. The strange newcomer's approach slowed further as he neared the group of Earth's Heroes. He settled lightly upon the ground a few paces from the two Justice League founders, Batman and Wonder Woman, and walked the remaining four steps required to enter range for polite conversation.

Up close and personal, the reason for the odd looks was obvious: This person was a dead ringer for the Last Son of Krypton, the inestimable paragon of righteousness, Superman. Details were off, of course. He had green eyes, bright and intelligent, and a slightly more slender grace about himself, hinting at dexterity training necessary to a person that did not rely on nigh invulnerability.

He spoke with a solid, confident voice, initiating conversation stiffly. "Thank you for receiving me, Sir, Lady, though I recall requesting Diplomatic Courtesy on behalf of an Envoy of Almeracian Royalty. As this request was summarily ignored, I can only assume that you have something of greater importance taking priority?"

His eyes darted about, taking in details around him. "Please forgive my impatience. I had a long journey here. I am Maxus-El, First Prince of Almerac, of the Imperial Bloodline."

He pressed a small white strip of material to the inside of his cheek and handed it over to the two Founders. "Run this through your biometrics, such as it is. It will confirm my identity and relation to two members of your League. It was Mother's wish that I enter the ranks of the Justice League. She was insistent that it was a worthwhile endeavor, and that as a Legacy I would be given direct consideration."

"In the meantime, what is the situation? I am noting indications elevated stress, unless you Terrans always look like this."