[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Heterosexual
Species: Human

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Strengths:
- Experienced with several firearms
- Fast runner
- Unthreatening appearance

Weaknesses:
- Extremely inexperienced with fighting werewolves
- Not very strong
- Extreme arachnophobia

Personality: Ryan is, for lack of a better word, an idiot. On the bright side though, he's friendly and kind to others, even if they're strangers. Then again, those aren't really the best traits to have in his line of work.

History: Ryan spent most of his life just skating by, just barely making it through middle and high school. The only thing he was ever really good at was shooting, a skill his dad, the local sheriff of their hometown, taught him at a very young age. Unable to get a job or go to college, Ryan was desperate. One fateful day, he applied for a job at a random chain restaurant. The interviewer, looking at the pitiful resume in his hands, told Ryan that he couldn't give him the job. Ryan asked the interviewer if he had any suggestions for any place he could get a job. The interviewer jokingly replied, "You could always become a werewolf hunter." Ryan, not knowing he was joking, quickly left, sold what little he had for guns and ammo, and went out searching Colorado for lycanthropes. He has yet to actually find one.

Other: He carries a bolt-action Remington Model 700 and two 9mm Berettas.

[User] "Kill you? Now why would I do that?" Ryan responded with a smile on his face, trying to look as friendly as possible. "A beautiful girl like you, don't know why anyone would want to purposefully hurt ya'. Now this might hurt a bit... or a lot" He knelt down next to the woman and grabbed the teeth of the trap, trying to pull them off her leg. Unfortunately, it barely budged. Next, he unslung the rifle on his back and wedged the the butt of the rifle in-between the teeth. Lifting the rifle up, the teeth actually began to lighten their grip on the woman's leg, which was probably burning with immense pain. "Alright, pull your leg out! Hurry!"

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Truth lightly paced in the distance as she allowed a snake like slither of pink to draw across her upper lip as it rippled, the same vocals still rumbling from her chest as she remained within a few meter proximity to the young woman trapped in the odd contraption. Acacia still trying to remain away from the man barely seemed to relax when he proposed his safeness towards her and she watched closely, trapped leg extended outwards away from her as she watched the human try to pry it open, barely successful she'd suddenly start shuffling backwards again when he drew the gun from his back tears still swelling in her eyes before running down the stains across her cheek as she watched and closed her eyes.

Upon feeling the cold rifle butt hitting her ankle while being jammed between the metal teeth she'd glance towards it as it began to widen around her limb allowing her to draw it out quickly and she'd waste no time moving towards the seemingly aggravated wolf nearby. One would say she looked like a mad woman heading towards the dangerous animal, though as it made no move for her and menacingly stared at the man, one would soon assume they knew each other somehow.

"Thank you," was all she managed to say as she used Truths size and fur to cover herself from his sights minus her head which sat just over the wolfs back allowing her to watch the human closely. "W-what are you doing out here?" she'd begin asking before noticing a familiar white fabric wrapped around the mans head, "Is ... is that my shirt?" she'd suddenly cock her head to one side as she squinted her eyes and remained crouched.

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Ryan gave another friendly smile as the woman thanked him for saving her. "It was no problem at all." It took all of his self control not to look at her bare chest, well actually he did give several glances though he tried his best to divert his gaze as soon as he realized where he was staring. Part of him was happy that she used the large "dog" to cover herself while the other part of him was very disappointed. Ryan continued standing there in the cold snow striking a somewhat heroic looking pose as he milked in the self-praise of his actions. Helping people always made him feel good about himself.

He was taken a bit by surprise when she decided to ask him questions. "Y-your shirt? N-no. No, I found it in an abandoned cabin up in that direction," Ryan replied, pointing in the direction of Acacia's cabin. "Anyway, to answer your first question, I'm here because I got in a car wreck a few miles that way and have been trying to looking for any sign of civilization. My name's Ryan by the way. What's yours?"

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Still tucked behind the 'dog', Acacia listened to Ryan as he spoke, his questioning of the shirt he'd found and stating it was in an 'abandoned' cabin made her tilt her head once more, "Uh... Uhm, I l-live there?" she'd say as he pointed in the direction in which he'd come. She'd blink as her unnaturally vivid sky hues fluttered closed and then open once again, "I-I am Ace, h-how did you m-manage to walk this far... A-after a crash?" her words stuttered now and then as she shuddered in the chilled breeze huddled closely to the still glaring and rumbling canine.

A slender alabaster arm reached over the arched back of her companion Truth as she held it palm upwards and open, "Uhm ... M-may I borrow your hoodie?" she'd allow a softly accented voice to ask, a partial smile spread across her lips as she seemed like she could use the coverage.

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"You live there?" Ryan asked embarrassed. "Um, well, uh... It's a very lovely home," he said, trying to lighten the mood considering he just admitted to breaking into her home. When she finally gave him her name, Ryan stuck out his hand to give her a handshake. "Well, hello Ace. It's nice to meet you. I'm Ryan... Oh wait, I already said that," he said as he scratched the back of his head with the hand he had originally held out to shake her hand. "So how did I get here? Umm... Oh yeah! I just walked. A lot of walking. With no clue whatsoever of where I was going."

It was then that Ryan noticed how cold Ace looked. Being naked in the middle of winter in Colorado will do that to you. He began to take off his hoodie as soon as she began to ask him and handed it to her open hand. Ryan couldn't help but feel he should say something, anything to the pretty girl in front of him. His mind drawing blanks, he said the first thing that came to mind. "Your accent is very..." You've already started, you better finish that sentence. Sexy? Probably best not to say that in front of a naked stranger. Hot? Same reason. Umm. Think, think, think. Aha! "...pretty."

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Acacia listened quietly as the man complemented the building she so happened to call home and he'd assumed was abandoned, it wasn't all that necessary to make a place look to other peoples standards when you lived alone with little to no company. As he continued on and accepted the nickname she offered instead of her real name she smiled and allowed a partial giggle to pass her lightly tinted pink lips upon him repeating his own name and realizing it himself.

"Th-that sounds like quite a journey you've had," she'd say in a gentle tone, her bright eyes of sky blue looking him over quickly before they landed upon his face, the smile already evaporated as she awaited the hoodie to be within her grasp. Slender digits grabbing it quickly as she'd maneuver it within her palms to be facing the correct way before sliding her arms into either sleeve and pulling the rest over her head. As soon as it was over her form covering her mostly she'd pull the hood down from upon her head so she could fix the mess of untamed auburn locks hanging to her shoulders.

The fabric of the red jumper still warm as she'd eventually stand up, lengthy legs of untouched alabaster holding her short figure as she made sure the jumper covered everything important before hands slid within it's pockets.

"Thank you," she'd say upon hearing the mans compliment on her accent and she'd smile, "Would you like to head back to my cabin? I could find you something to eat or even take you to the town," she'd offer, though still weary of him and in all truth she just wanted to find herself some proper clothes now that a human was here. Her Ute probably didn't even enter his sights when he approached the cabin initially, since from memory, she had it parked up behind the wooden building.

[User] Ryan thought on the idea of following Ace back to her cabin. That sounds like a good idea. Why wouldn't I want to go with such a pretty lady back to her home. And maybe I can try to clean up a bit of the mess I made, like the underwear drawers, before she notices. Ryan nodded to Ace before saying, "Sure, I'd love to go with you." He then looked down at her still bleeding leg and couldn't help but think how painful such an injury might be. "That looks like it must hurt... like a lot. Anything I can do to help? Umm, maybe I could carry you or something?" Ugh, that sounds so weird. Especially since she's still mostly naked. A hoodie barely anything to cover up with. Still, he turned his back to her to allow her to jump on if she accepted his offer.

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Acacia would nod slightly at the man accepting her offer and as she'd go to move she'd feel the jolt of pain in her ankle. Damnit, I need to get rid of him, this wound will heal quicker than it's supposed to, she'd think to herself before slowly stepping with a limp towards Ryan.

Listening to the offer of being carried or what-not she'd smile lightly, "I think I can manage walking on my own," she'd respond with that same almost melodic accent. Ignoring the crimson stains she'd leave upon the snow with every step she began moving in the direction of her cabin, echoing paws trailing off at a distance as Truth watched the pair closely in their movement, though she seemed more focused upon the male than Acacia.

[User] Ryan gave a shrug as Ace turned down the offer of hitching a ride on his back. "Suit yourself." Standing side-by-side with the pretty woman, the young man began to think of possible subjects of small talk while they made their way to the cabin. That's when he noticed the elephant in the non-existent room.  "So, uh, why are you out here all naked and alone and stuff. Not to be... inconsiderate of your... hobbies or whatnot, but it does seem a bit strange and weird," he said. Even with her covered up by his own hoodie, he still felt like he was being a pervert if he tried looking anywhere at her neck down, and continuously had to force himself to look away from Ace. I hope we get to that cabin soon so she can put some clothes on. Make all this less awkward and stuff. How far away was that cabin anyway?

[Assistant]
Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
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Truth

Acacia glanced towards Ryan as they both walked towards the cabin, it wasn't far only a few short minutes as she continued to walk with an off pace, sinking slightly more on her injured leg as she'd bite her lower lip slightly trying to ignore the pain it produced. She'd never encountered many sources of silver, and as such, knew little of the damage it done to a werewolf and that it took it's time to heal. As the young man began questioning her being out in the woods stark naked and alone she stopped for a short period, eyes flashing down at her feet as she tried to think up something.

"Uh, you could say I enjoy nature, that's why I live alone..." she'd being saying and as she began walking towards the visible field where the cabin sat she'd continue on, "As for the, uh... being nude out here, that's just a long story."

Unable to really think of how else to say it she'd nod at the last part of his sentence, "I guess it is a bit strange, and a bit weird too." As they neared the building she'd see the door still wide open and her clothes missing from the wooden railing. Rolling her eyes she'd curve off to one side and quickly gather her hoodie and jeans from being buried under snow and groaned as she found the panties missing, though she didn't mention it out loud. Once she had the fabrics in hand she'd move back around and hobble up the steps only to emerge within the warmer interior of her household.

Glancing about she'd notice a few cabinets opened from his rummaging and with a bit of pent up annoyance headed to close them before she'd head for the attic, with some difficulty considering her ankle at this point, to find a new pair of underwear. Glancing over her shoulder just before ascending the ladder she'd speak towards the ginger haired male, "Please make yourself at home," she'd offer as she nodded towards the small pale blue two person couch just inside the front door. It sat in front of an old styled television, which by the looks of the large hole and cracks in the glass, probably didn't work.


[System]
Chapter: Angels of Absolution

Chapter Demeanour: The Angels of Absolution are basically Dark Angels that do not believe that the elimination of all Fallen is necessary to receive the Emperor's forgiveness. They believe they have already been absolved through their subsequent service or are no longer associated with those that betrayed their primarch, Lion El'Johnson, long ago. Hence, they do not consider themselves "Unforgiven," and may not necessarily leave a mission to go after the Fallen if the opportunity arises. Punishing all traitors is of course, still a priority, but these guys have put their personal fears of shame aside for the good of the Imperium.

Often, The Angels of Absolution have worked alongside the Dark Angels, Deathwing and Ravenwing, although there may occasionally have been some friction due to their opposing ideologies. They only partially follow the Codex Astartes. Some may believe the Emperor will judge their souls in the afterlife and therefore see him as divine, while others leave such speculation to those who need it. Honor and atonement are heavy personal themes for these Astartes, and redemption and forgiveness are seen as possible to attain.

Angels of Absolution wiki

Personal Demeanour: Aldaric is very pragmatic. Like most space marines, he is focused on war, which demands a high degree of self control. He is loyal, obedient, courageous, and everything else you would expect for a honed warrior in the Emperor's legions, but he is also an individual. He is less likely to get involved in petty arguments over spirituality or government and more likely to be forgiving of the details as long as there is no disloyalty. He firmly believes that it is important to focus on the present, that honor is a continual act at each moment, despite the mistakes of the past. In battle, he is of the mind that the Emperor wants you alive and fighting, not sacrificed upon the alter of vain glory. He tends to pull others together with comradery and leadership. He would likely be the one to stop his own advance in order to help keep a brother alive and firing.

As far as xenos go, Aldaric bears true hatred against only one, the Tyranids. Other than that, he simply believes in human superiority and right to dominate. Killing xenos is no problem, but killing human traitors is a sad thing indeed.

Speciality: He's a good melee fighter, but probably not best placed at the very front line due to his inclination toward assisting others, directing attacks, and being unusually aware of the tides of battle on the field in general. He has natural qualities of leadership and awareness, which become suppressed when fully devoted to face-to-face combat.

Rank: Recruited as tactical marine.

Power Armour History: Mark VII Aquila/Imperator armor that had been painted white previously. Unknown know who may have worn it before. It's been kept in repair and there are some runes etched on the inside of the breastplate that supposedly confer protection.

Description: Aldaric looks pretty decent, aside for one bionic eye. His left eye is blue, and he has light colored skin and somewhat long, thick silver hair. He looks about 40 to 45 in age, pretty standard for being hundreds of years old. A scar over the right eye suggests what might have happened to it in the past.

Skills: Being a tactical marine, Aldaric is proficient with a wide range of weapons. He's more than decent with range weapons and prefers them since their use usually allows a wider field of vision. His excellent awareness skill has saved him and those close to him many times. Aldaric is literate, and he has unique familiarity with fighting Tyranid among other foes.

History: Aldaric was recruited from a deathworld that basically had dragons on it. Human populations had to band together and work with each other to defend themselves against the great beasts. Among them, young Aldaric was a knight who's duty it was to hunt and slay the enemy. Driven with lethal rage, he organized a small band to avenge a devastating attack on his home city that had resulted in the death of his entire family. He was the last man standing with the pelt of the black dragon, Felblaze, in his hand when a representative of the Dark Angels revealed himself. Aldaric had been judged worthy of the opportunity to fight and defend more people, to be part of a new family, and with nothing left to hold him back, he accepted. Aldaric forwent his former family name and changed it to Felbane, as a threat to all the new dragons he would slay.

Having survived the training and transformation into a space marine, Aldaric spent several centuries in service of the Emperor and mankind. Most recently, he fought in the Third Tyrannic War on Tarsis Ultra against the Hive Fleet Leviathan alongside Ultramarines, Mortifactors, several other chapters, and a Deathwatch kill team. Very many lives were lost, but the contingent was vital in stopping about half the Leviathon fleet from advancing into the Milky Way.

The reasons why Aldaric Felbane was tithed to the Deathwatch are unknown, but being one of the few to survive at Tarsis Ultra was probably a factor. His long years of experience and success in the Angels of Absolution had risen him to company master. His loss will be felt.

Being so selected is not seen so much an honor to the Dark Angels subchapters as it is a cause for grief and foreboding. Aldaric doesn't understand the basis for Imperial militaristic machinations, but he obeys, holding to the promise that he is needed to prevent the death of mankind.

Equipment and Armament: Stalker Pattern Bolter, powersword, grenades.

[User]
The impact was relatively cushy as the Caestus rammed into the side of the Dark Eldar raiders' lead ship. Aldaric waited impatiently as the mechanical countdown finished and the doors dropped open to form a heavy ramp onto the floor of an empty lower corridor in the abhorrent xenos' vessel. Heartening words rang over the killteam's vox communicators. Fear however, was not a problem. They had their orders, which were to rapidly ascend to the bridge and dispatch the raiding party's leadership, thus routing the rest of the foolish Dark Eldar who had unwittingly attacked the Imperium's specialized xeno-hunting taskforce mid-space. Educating these xeno scum would be most satisfying indeed.

The killteam that had been sent to this task however, was nacent. The Deathwatch captain was present in communication only, having said nothing of individual responsibilities in the field or provided any hint of on-the-ground organization or tactics. They were all equal now, brothers, and they had to figure this one out on their own.

Aldaric found the lack of immediate clarity in what their individual actions were to be irritating, but there was no time to get to know each other. Quickly, even before they made contact, he considered each of their chosen armaments and began to rationalize their best use based on that and what little he knew of his new teammates. It was a roll of the dice how any of this was about to go.

Draskal had already stepped out to investigate the corridor when Aldaric's suspensory device finally released him. Once freed, the impatient former captain immediately went to work on what he saw was their greatest problem at the moment, the lack of a plan.

"We're clear." Stated the space marine who was more machine than man.

Aldaric noted the floating familiar by his side which he had used to safely enhance his sight. Drascal also had ranged weapons, which would be far more useful on the inside of a spacecraft than his missle launcher, more than likely. A quick glance around spotted a stormshield, carried by Victor Ironmarch, certainly a most useful bulwark. There was Sirren with a mighty chainsword, Zaphiel with a combi-flamer, and Kurt with his much lighter armor and potential vulnerability.

Aldaric's brow furrowed seriously above his mechanical left eye as he scrutinized. The team's hesitation was killing him, the moment of quiet was an inferno of infuriation. Finally, unable to stand for it any longer, he simply, acted. Holding his own sniper bolter at the ready, he turn to those he named specifically. "Victor. Drascal. I want you two to take point. Find their bridge. Sorrow, you're behind them to provide cover as needed. As soon as we clear an area, Draskal can blow up the next door so we can move in..."

Aldaric didn't bother with apologies or any statements of the obvious. He simply did what he had always done. It was his job, his role, and he expected no recognition for it. There was a gap that needed to be filled, and he simply provided the spackle. He had no idea whether or not he would be heeded, or hated, but he went on regardless. "We will be moving fast, so Kurtis, I need you specifically to call 'in-back' if anything pursues us from that direction. As for the rest of us, do what you do best and eliminate all hostiles." Aldaric knew that only experience would show each of their strengths and weaknesses. He primed his weapon and began moving down the left hall, letting the anger at his enemies fill his heart and drive his resolve. "We rally on Zaphiel if we get separated, so keep track of him at all times. Speed is of the essence brothers. Let us show these xenos how a proper assault is conducted."

There was no rational for sneaking around. This would be a guns-blazing, blitzkrieg assault, one that the enemy was hopefully completely unprepared for.

[Assistant]
The orders to prepare for boarding actions had been rather unexpected, but were not altogether unwelcome. Zaphiel had been eagerly awaiting to unleash the Emperor's Fury upon heretical Xenos, but he was certainly not expecting an encounter with the Dark Eldar, especially given the nature of their vessel in question. Ultimately he chalked it up to Xeno incompetence inherent within their races, and prepared for action.

The Caestus Assault Ram was filled to the brim with members of the greenhorn Kill-Team. Zaphiel rested his bolter across his legs, the dim glow of his Rosarius power field emitting blue light across the interior of the small vessel. Zaphiel held the religious charm in one hand, offering a prayer to the God-Emperor, asking for protection and strength to be granted to them all in the coming battle. Though not many chapters viewed the Emperor as a holy figure of worship, Zaphiel spoke this prayer out loud, hoping that at the very least, thoughts of the Emperor would ease any tension in the mind of his Battle-Brothers.

As the doors to the Assault Ram hissed open, and Drascal moved to secure the immediate area, Zaphiel did one last quick check of his weaponry, before preparing to disembark with the others. Aldaric seized the opportunity to take command of the situation, which was a commendable act, given the lack of any real command structure as of yet, and so Zaphiel had no qualms about following his orders.

"Victor. Drascal. I want you two to take point. Find their bridge. Sorrow, you're behind them to provide cover as needed. As soon as we clear an area, Draskal can blow up the next door so we can move in... "We will be moving fast, so Kurtis, I need you specifically to call 'in-back' if anything pursues us from that direction. As for the rest of us, do what you do best and eliminate all hostiles. "We rally on Zaphiel if we get separated, so keep track of him at all times. Speed is of the essence brothers. Let us show these xenos how a proper assault is conducted."

As Aldaric finished speaking, Zaphiel spoke with a firm "Acknowledged." to confirm his willingness to accept the current structure of the unit. Stepping out into the Xenos ship with the others, Zaphiel took his place in the formation, eager to begin his Emperor-given task.

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Victar was quick to exit the pod holding the team and board the ship they had been ordered to purge. Finding the helm would be difficult, given that he was particularly unfamiliar with the ships design and layout, but those were things you learned by experiencing them firsthand. Stormshield in his left, boltor pistol in his right, he took up positon in front of the nearest doorway as the other members of the squad exited. In tight quarters, his jump pack would be detrimental, but perhaps there would be a proper time and place for it. For now it was simply a reassuring weight strapped to his back.

Glancing over at Draksal as the order was given for the two to take point, Victar nodded and kept his shield up and at the ready.

"Understood." Was all he said. When the others were ready, he would march forward. The glory of first blood would be his.

[Assistant]
Sorrow had taken place in his solitary seat without comment or complaint. It was his burden to be a Blackshield and he would carry it silently, even if it hurt to be deliberately separated from his new companions. Memories of previous boarding actions and scenes of combat with his former Chapter flitted through his mind's eye and Sorrow grasped the grip of his bolter tightly. It was an ancient specimen, the least advanced and prestigious of such weapons he had been able to find in the Deathwatch's armory. It would not do to fulfill his journey of penance with artificer gear.

As the boarding ramp opened and his battle-brothers disembarked, Sorrow turned to heed Aldaric's orders immediately. The FFI systems inside his helmet identified his fellows with small nametags that popped up on his HUD, and Sorrow positioned himself to be behind Victar and Draksal, bolter at the ready. He found himself standing next to the Chaplain, Zaphiel. The religious fervor of the Black Templars was a little alien to Sorrow, but he had begun to understand lately that it was comforting to place one's trust in the higher power of the God-Emperor... and, perhaps, a chance for salvation in whatever waited for him beyond the veil of death.

"Acknowledged and in position. The Emperor protects," Sorrow whispered over the squad's vox-comms.


[System]
Age:
20

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

Magic Level:
B

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three Strengths:

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

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

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

Three Weaknesses:

1. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

2. A little too quick to act. Brash.

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

Greatest Love:
Sour Candy

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

Appearance:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Karn blinked softly as Penny shouted angrily about his father, his emerald eyes watching the angry expression on the fire wizards face before soon calming down a little before going blank from emotion as she looked to the fire. The blonde boy smiled softly before he turned to look at the flames.

"I know I need to not let it control me like that. It's dangerous for someone like me who loses it like that. Dangerous for others even. It just, may take me a bit. I made her go out there, there is no denying that... And even though I probably should hate my father, I don't. I still love him. He was a good man. Just sometimes, people lose themselves when they lose someone that important. So if it takes my family thinking I am dead for them to recover, then that's fine. I'll watch from afar. And gain new friends for me to care about and protect the best of my ability." he smiled warmly.

He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into with being in this guild, but he would never know if he doesn't give it a chance. Even just for a little bit, he wanted to spend his last moments with people who were a little like him. Wizards. And a family of them.

[Assistant]
Trinity had been watching the fight closely from above, an Ice Arrow notched in her bow. She takes a deep breath, relaxing her muscles and waiting. She would know when the moment was coming. Just the way she'd been taught. It was no more than a small voice in her head that triggered it, when she began to take aim. She lifted her bow, aimed, and drew her arrow taught. She would know the moment when she saw it...

She looses the arrow when the moment feels right, just as Maddox kicks for the lizard's chin. The arrow splits as it leaves her bow, forming two Ice Arrows, and she aimed to hit the foe while he was stunned from the kick.

[User]
Lazarus chuckled a little. "White is holy. I guess holy isn't everyone's thing." He ate a chip, before sitting on a stool, rubbing the back of his head. "jeez. The rest of them surely should be finishing things up by now." he punched his palm. "They're taking so long, because their strongest team isn't their!" He said cockily.

He continued with the little girl. "I think purple would suit you, little one. Cute, but effective." He grinned. "You have to tell me more about your magic, do the souls you call upon have memory of their past life? Or are they just puppets?" His question sounded horrible, but he just had to know.

[Assistant] Penny sighed softly, staring into the flames. The warmth of them, the light was a constant reassurance to her. "it's still not your fault, Karn. And your father should never have blamed you, nor punished you for it. In anycase, the guild will accept you simply for you. It's a good guild" she said softly, moving a few fingers, and watching the flames dance and flicker in response.


[System]
Bravo of the Sedent Tribe Barbarians

Age: 20

Physical Description:

* 5'9", 150#
* Physically fit, strong.
* Inverted triangle body type. Lean and healthy.
* Aloof, pale gray eyes.
* Dark hair, kept uncut and unstyled.
* Various scars.

Personality:

* Independent, impulsive, haughty.
* Cunning, but completely uneducated.
* Very emotional, with bad coping skills. When feeling an extreme emotion, he will bottle it up until he unleashes it in a single outburst.
* Disdainful of those not of his tribe. It was his tribe's custom not to respect any outsider's property, person or laws that they could not enforce.

History:
 Kengetar is a young man of the Sedent Tribe Barbarians, who have gone countless generations unconcerned with the rise and fall of the Yalla Republic or any other nation thanks to there remote Southern location. The Sedents are a brutal tribe, and xenophobic to boot. Adulthood in the Sedent Tribe is achieved by ritual tests of pain endurance and participating in raids upon their neighbors. The Sedents are protected from reprisals by their fierce fighting ability as well as their fearsome reputation. Kengetar remains in an awkward stage in life, as he is now considered an adult, but has not yet married or settled into a profession. This is in part because he has not yet performed a deed noteworthy enough for honor, but also because his unfettered emotions have cause elders in his tribe to consider him too impatient for a trade, and too dangerous to be let alone with their daughters.

[User]
Kengetar had been listening attentively. Most of the names were meaningless to him, except for Tella-Un. According to legend, Tella-Un was a sacred land where the Gods made their dwelling on the fiery mountaintop of Un, and was the center of the world. Though many of the names meant little, Kengetar understood the situation perfectly. In times past, a chieftain of his tribe had once insisted on taking multiple wives, and it had ended in much the same way. The feuds it had sparked were legendary, and grudges were held to this day over it.

When Melody placed her hand atop his, he started at, but did not withdraw from the unexpected contact. He looked directly into her eyes, and held the contact. There was no madness or deceit there, only sincerity and... Deep in her eyes, like a distant star, shined a light that was not wholly sane. He liked it. Kengetar still did not understand why she could not challenge and duel Gwenneth herself, and the promises of treasure and exodus still seemed like a wild dream, but given he was her captive, it did not seem he had much choice.

He turned his hand palm up and squeezed her hand. Her hand was warm, but calloused from hard riding and combat. As he slipped his hand away, their different roughnesses caught on each other, prolonging the contact. He rose to his feet, and still looking into her eyes, said, "Yes, I will do this for you." Kengetar said nothing more, for his word was his bond.

[Assistant]
Melody hadn't expected Kengetar to actually clutch his hand, even if the moment had been short. Again, as she had when first she'd seen his impressive manhood dangling before him, Melody found her mind overwhelmed by lewd thoughts of things she could be doing with him other than eating, drinking, and telling stories. But their hands separated, and Melody forced the lustful thoughts out of her brain.

"Yes, I will do this for you,"

She smiled slightly, responding only, "Good."

Melody stood and moved to the tent's door flap, speaking to someone beyond it. She returned, and a moment later Broon entered. She told him, "Kapiten, please escort our guest to one of the Sedent tents." She looked to the officer, asking, "How many are erected?"

Broon's face filled with an expression of confusion. "They are all erected, m'lady ... for your people."

"I think we can spare one tent, can't we Kapiten?" Melody asked; of course, she really wasn't asking. Broon nodded.

Melody turned to Kengetar again. She studied him a moment, during which she found herself thinking This is either the greatest idea I have ever had or the worse ... and if it's the latter ... I have not long to live.

"You are free to return to your people, Kengetar," Melody said, adding with emphasis, "Without shackles." She looked to her Captain; he once again sported that confused expression. She ordered, "You will remove the bindings on the Sedent, Kapiten ... now."

As expected, Broon didn't immediately react, but after a long moment, he dutifully nodded and saluted, saying before he turned and left, "Yes, m'lady."

Melody looked to the barbarian again, turned sideways to him, and gestured a hand politely toward the tent's exit.


[System]
Character Sheet
Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Bio:
Charlotte was overseas on a college trip when the bombs fell and wiped out a large portion of the human race, having travelled from her family home in what was once known as the United Kingdom. Fortunate to be away from any real population centre she survived with a small group of her classmates and a professor holed up in the somewhat remote cabin that their trip had rented throughout the martial law period (What little communication they had with the authorities soon stopped). They remained for some several months surviving as best they could on what little supplies they had, trying to get as much information as possible about the outside world and the fate of their native country. Inevitably the small group had to leave their relative safety and return to what was once civilization before they starved to death. It did not go well.

Hardly prepared for the devastation and death that greeted them as they made their way slowly into the city they saw the remains of countless killed by both the bombs and several more killed more recently. Somewhat naively the group went looking for help, but instead stumbled across one of the many savage gangs that had crept up filling the power vacuum left by the now gone authorities. Before they could even introduce themselves Charlotte's professor was greeted with a hail of bullets, killing both him and another student instantly. Fleeing for their lives Charlotte was separated from all but one of her male classmates and friend, the pair of them running until they could run no more, taking refuge in a now thoroughly dilapidated building.

They spent several days hiding and attempting to survive, but it was soon disrupted when in the middle of the night they were stumbled upon by a trio of cruel scavengers. Unable to escape it soon became clear that the interlopers had rather unsavoury desires, having stumbled upon a young and relatively undamaged woman with little to no protection one thing sprang into their minds. Charlotte struggled against them frantically and somewhat hysterically, aided briefly by her friend (until one of the men buried his hunting knife in his gut and kicked him to the ground). Biting, kicking and screaming Charlotte somehow managed to grab onto a loose piece of concreate and swing it with all of her strength into one of the men's heads as he tried to unfasten his pants, giving her the briefest moment to scramble away and run. In her panicked state she fled into what was once a kitchen, sadly with no other exits – the remaining two men now stood between her and her survival. Fortunately for Charlotte the kitchen was still littered with cooking implements and so as they both charged at her she managed to clumsily grab a large knife, as the first man tried to grab her and force her to the ground she fought with everything she had.

A screaming blur of adrenaline and several scuffles later Charlotte found herself curled up on the ground sobbing, covered in the blood of her would be killers. Her body ached from the numerous bruises and small cuts she had sustained and her mind was a mess, but she was otherwise not seriously hurt.

Making her way back she was just in time to watch her last friend bleed to death as she frantically tried to stop the flow. At the very least the now dead men had enough supplies on them to keep her alive and moving.

The next few months surviving presented a huge learning curb to the young woman, she slowly and cautiously began to move from place to place, scavenging and surviving as she went. After the first three men she had killed she took few chances and generally came to avoid all other people she came across, though it was not always possible and as a result she has now killed seven attackers in 'self-defence' (though truth be told she wonders if she couldn't have avoided the last few…)
Now hardened to the outside world, Charlotte is vastly different from the carefree happy girl that once came to this country.

Personality:
What remains of Charlotte's personality is vastly different from what it once was, now severely guarded and cautious when it comes to meeting outsiders, seeing them now as only threats to be avoided or opportunities to be exploited. She has somewhat lost faith that there are any decent people left alive out there and so is becoming as harsh and uncaring as the outside world.

Currently Charlotte is a something of a tipping point in terms of her personality, poised to plunge off the deep end and become the very thing that has caused her so much suffering and pain to begin with. Though retreating into her own shell it may not be too late for her to come back into the light before she turns her back on the world permanently.

Gear:
- Hunting Knife: The same knife that ended the life of her friend, Charlotte took it and has developed a somewhat macabre liking to it.

- Clothing:
Charlotte wears the clothing she came with, though now somewhat ragged and patched up. Her jeans were once a clear light blue colour, but are now smeared with countless stains so they appear a much darker shade, the knees have ripped out and been patched several times. Similarly a light green vest remains hidden under a grubby dark gray hoody that has been fixed several times and has now got several additional pockets and even a bandolier fixed into it. A green afghan hangs around her neck and she often uses to cover her face, which when combined with her hood at least hides her face when appropriate. Her once flawless shoes are now worn through and similar covered in such grime it would be impossible to distinguish what colour they once were.

-Items:
Basic first aid kit (mostly used)
Heavy flashlight (no battery)
Canteen
Box of cereal bars (12), Skittles, Tin of Tuna, Tin of tomato soup, Jerky.
Carton of cigarettes (3)
Lighter & Fluid (1/2 empty)
$14,012 (found on a corpse)
Flare gun & 2 red flares.

Role:
Charlotte hasn't found a role as such, though some very well may start to describe her as a wanderer or even rogue, perhaps some going even as far as bandit - though to be fair at this point that would be an exaggeration.

[User]
Jake nodded and looked to the door. He walked to it and gently placed a hand on the metal knob and turned it. He opened the door, a small burst of warm air escaping the house. Jake motioned for the two to come inside, the storm getting a bit more rough. Wind blew hard and rain finally fell, the size of the drops making noise. Jake then looked at Quinn against the wall as Alyssa stood against him.

"What the hell...?!"

[Assistant]
Celty stood behind him a bit confused. "Looks like this isn't the best of times. I can wait outside," she offered pointing back at the door. She wasn't about to get involved in someone else's fight. She had already done that once, and it ended terribly. Three dead and one had an arrow through their eye socket, her arrow.

Celty sighed and walked back out the door. "I'll be out here when you guys are done." she sat down on one of the steps and leaned against the porch railing. "One hell of a day." she muttered to herself. The rain was starting to get harder and pour more now. The porch kept her dry though, all but her boots she had sticking out from under the cover. "Hell of a day." she repeated.

[User] Jakes voice sent a chill down her spine but she didn't move the knife away or anything. She glared Quin the anger building up inside her. She gritted her teeth as she scolded Jake," Shut up, you don't know anything." It may of been hard to understand. She could barely prevent her self from crying and the words were forced out. "Get out!" She told him. She had no intention of following his rules and such as.

[Assistant]
Quinn's one good eye suddenly darted briefly to Jake as he came back inside. The tense moment between Quinn and Alyssa had completely shut off the world around him, to the point where it was like he had been inside a fathomless black void. One comprised of rage, regret and bitter, bitter guilt.
The sight of Jake was like a punch to the gut. Quinn felt limp, numbness overcoming him.
A torrential flood of thoughts and emotions assaulted him in the span of only a few seconds, causing his head to start pounding. He briefly considered attempting to apologize, but he knew he was far beyond that. Far beyond any sort of restitution, or redemption.

His shoulders slumped, and at length he let out a small sound.
"Fine then," barely more than a whisper.
It was just another storm for him to face alone. His fate, his sentence, his fault.
Quinn gathered his things and turned to leave, pausing a moment by Jake's side, but not looking at him at all.
"See you round, officer. Sorry it had to end this way. Promise me, when the day comes that I'm staring down your barrel...don't hesitate."

[User]
Jake was way beyond confused. "Wh...what the hell...?" He asked, not understanding what just happened. Did Quinn try to touch her or something? Maybe got a bit physical? Jake looked to Celty, then Alyssa, then back at Quinn. This was odd. Jake rubbed his head and sighed. He hesitated, but followed Quinn.

"Hey. What the hell just happened?" Jake asked, trying to piece together events to try and figure something out. He couldn't do it. Jake found nothing out of the ordinary, but apparently this wasn't the case.

[Assistant]
"I haven't been completely honest with you. I didn't think I needed to tell you, but..." He paused, unsure of how to proceed. He decided it was best to just tell Jake everything.
"Alyssa knows me. She knows me because I used to be a part of the Blood Army. She was a captive of my platoon. I thought I had left it behind, thought I was out. They left me with this," he turned his head and pointed at the scars on his face, "my punishment for desertion."
Quinn turned his head back, unable to look at Jake.
"I've done...I've done terrible things. No matter how many of those bastards I kill, it doesn't go away."

[User] Aly backed away from Quinn as he began to move keeping the knife in her hand till he left. He sighed as she closed the knife and placed it in her pocket when he was by the door. She sank down on the wall and placed her head on her knees, letting a few of her tears slip as the images she tried to forget played on and on in her head.

[Assistant]
Jake was appalled from Quinn's confession. He felt sick to his stomach. "Y-you...? In the Blood Army...?" Jake asked, both stunned and confused. He tried to remain calm and not jump to conclusions. He took a deep breath. He felt angry when he learned he had taken Alyssa hostage before. He took another deep breath, still in a bit of disbelief.

"Quinn..." Jake started, turning away from him. But then something clicked. Desertion. Quinn wasn't affiliated. "Wait. Desertion?" He asked, trying to find the good in the situation. If there was any at least.

[User]
Celty heard parts of their conversation and didn't know what to think. Blood Army, desertion, all kinds of different things. She just sighed and watched as the rain fell. There were a few flashes of lightning and booms of thunder.

"It's getting pretty messy out there. It's best everyone stays in till this storm passes." Celty said with a sigh and sat against the wall next to the door. "Who's taking which watch? I don't mind taking a double, don't sleep much these days anyways." she offered holding her rifle against her shoulder.

[Assistant]
"I couldn't stand it anymore...the killing, the torturing...the raping. I tried to run away after dark, but they followed me. They don't punish desertion lightly. I barely got away, nearly died. I wish I had."
That night had been a blur of running, gunfire and explosions. He could clearly recall blinking through hot, sticky blood as it poured down his face. His breath grew more and more labored as his legs burned and turned to jelly.

When they eventually gave up the ghost it was because he managed to reach the city limits and steal away into the night. Guess they figured that the shambling freaks of the night would have gotten to him.
Instead, he survived until morning until the caravan of merchants rolled by and got him. It felt like a dream, they seemed so damn out of place. Quinn spent almost three weeks drifting in and out of consciousness before finally awakening free of pain and infection.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this. Were it up to me, I would never have even told you."


[System]
Age: Looks like a fully-matured woman, around 30.

When you were turned: unknown, all she knows of life is being a vampire.

Clothes: Often seen in traditional Mohawk garb – a poncho-like tunic called an overdress and a wraparound skirt with shorter leggings.

Hair: A dark rich brown with forest green highlights throughout it, gathered in a long, loose braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and breast.

Eyes: Emerald green with swirls of cerulean blue.

Weapons: none

Powers:

- Mother Earth –
Mo can commune with the spirits of the flora around her. She speaks with the plants, and feels their joy and pain. It is in her nature to protect them, to fight for them against human destruction. They see her as a mother of sorts, and bend to her will. As she fights for them, they to, will fight for her. In short, Mohowauuck can commune with and control plants, including speeding up their growth and reproduction.

- Wild Shape –
Lady Mo is just as attuned to fauna as she is to flora. Mo can take on the shape of any animal found in the Northeastern forests of North America, as these are the homelands she was born to. (Wolf, bear, fox, etc…) Mohowauuck is most commonly seen in the form of a giant arctic white wolf, making her one of the only vampires to gain the respect of and sometimes even the following of the werewolves.

- Colors of the Wind –
Mohowauuck can channel her emotions into the forces of nature, sometimes without even realizing it. Where one's sadness might be expressed in tears, Mo's despair brings the clouds and rain. When Lady Mo is angered, the raging storms and blizzards can wreak havoc and destruction upon humanity.

-Spirit Speaker –
It is a common Native American belief that all living things have a spirit and a name. Lady Mo can sense the spirits of those around her, both the living and the dead. And should they choose to speak to her, she will always listen and maybe even respond to their needs.

Bio/Personality: Being an ageless immortal, Mohowauuck has a cold aloofness towards others. The only humans she has taken company with were the original peoples of the US, as they were the only humans she ever encountered with a true respect for the earth and religious relationship with nature. She fought alongside the natives in what is now NY that's modern day tribe name shares a likeness to her own chosen name. Mohowauuck is the Algonkian word for man-eaters, as the enemy tribe often called the group of people she led in battle. As a vampire, she sired a few warriors in her fight against humanity, and their pension for partaking of their enemy's blood in battle did not go unnoticed, apparently. Lady Mohowauuck wears the name with pride, as do her chosen people, who have simplified it to the Mohawks.

Lady Mo is fierce in battle, a combination of the forces of nature, a Mohawk warrior, and a savage beast. She does see herself as a goddess of sorts, a protector of the lands. She believes that being a vampire is superior to humanity, as the vile humans need a predator to limit their existence and their potential to destroy the Earth. As a self-proclaimed Mother Earth, she needs to protect her child the only way she knows how… to take down any enemy in her path.

[User]
Martin sat and peered at the screens.
The chess pieces were not cooperating.
While idly eating some chocolate Martin contemplated how badly the mission was going.
One target was running amok on a battlefield, the other was in the hands of another old blood, who did not respond to his calls.
He followed Voids movements on the camera's, the idea he had no way of controlling this monster infuriated Martin.
And now the battle seemed to die down, he'd probably be able to slip away in the chaos.

In the meantime he noted the lunatic that had crashed the party on his bike seemed to have devoted his time to breaking down everything.
Maybe he could antagonize the madman, maybe he'd be a piece he could use. His voice glamoured trough the battlefield once more.
"Hey you. The asshole who is clawing at those pillars. What are you doing?"

Hale looked up. He had successfully ignored Kami, Magnus, Mo and two armies in his furious resolve to tear the building down.
And in this processes he had managed to not notice most were either fleeing or had already abandoned the battlefield.
But now the voice from the speakers was trash talking him. And that would not stand.
"What do you want!?" He shouted up at the roof.

"I wonder what you are doing?"

"I'm going to ruin the airport! Bring it down on everyone!"
Hale continued to rip the metal reinforcements from concrete pillars.

"Why? Seems pointless."

"Everything we do is pointless! All we are is chaos. I just accept that."
The building rumbled again, several ceiling plates came down.

"So.. you and you're friends aren't here for Void?"

"Everyone here is bound for the void eventually. But I'm in no hurry to die. There is destruction to be wrought!"

"...There's a vampire here who's named himself Void."
Every time Martin spoke his voice became courser, and less powerful as more and more speakers broke down by Hale's rampage.

"Why would I care?"

"You're about to bring the northern part of the building down on his head, is he not your ally?"

Hale stopped and looked into one of the last working camera's.
He laughed a deep hollow laugh.
"There are no allies in ruin. Everything breaks equally!"

With that he smashed the last bearing pillar, the several stories high building groaned under its own weight. Walls and pillars snapped like massive twigs. Electrical wire shorted out everywhere around him, the light of sparks flashed and lit up the airport periodically. Heralding fire and ruin.

Hale ran. He ran while laughing. Debris flying and falling around him. He stepped outside as everything collapsed behind him.
He howled as the airport came crashing to the ground like the wrath of the titans unforgiving hammer.
"Awhooooooohahahaaah! I. Am. Entropy!!"

Martin stared at the many screens as they went dark one by one. When all power went out he looked out the window.
He saw the entire east wing collapse. People, wolves and vampires running out in panic while the lunatic stood on a broken down tank laughing his ass off.

Martin wondered if Void had made it out. He didn't feel like having to dig trough all that ruble to find his remains. This night was getting worse and worse.

[Assistant]
Time.
The river flows and ebbs.
The waters gush forward.
No more could the hours waste away.
Sands trickling in the glass.
Night falls upon the humanity.
The elder council begins.

There in the midst of the Castle Carfax, within the heart of the old fortress was the macabre scene prepared. Engraved wooded tables sat around in assembly, a mockery of the United Nations as dripping overhead each seat were corpses of sedated humans, burning alive from their feet while slowly dripping blood from their necks. Both lighting and dining purposes, as the sanguine drops filled the goblets which collected the ruby liquor. In the middle of the room presented was an ancient rock, far older than the castle itself as it was placed upon a pillar. A relic of times past it was, moved from the Collection to be used as political tool. Vampires both old and young would fill these halls, and satiating their needs was wise to do, for the ancient ones would most certainly be irked at such a meeting should they come, only bound by a loose agreement within their blood creed. These allies would be enemies, and enemies would be allies, here in the heart of darkness, let them come to test humanity.

"Night Lady Natasha, you come early, once more I offer my condolences." Bedivere stood inside the council chamber, personally greeting each elder arriving per a formal reception. Anything less would be a insult, even if they see Bedivere as a lesser vampire from his own relative youth compared to the Pale Lady, who has taken to a long leave of absence and as thus delegated Bedivere to fulfill her role within the Elder Council. To such end, he himself had to be careful of who he offended, place a group of old vampires in a single room and surely there was going to be internal scheming and conflict. As such, to project a neutrality between the vampires would be most ideal. Calling for Void to be punished for breaching the per norm rules, was on the agenda, but the truth was the rally up the global leaders into initiating a full on war to end the struggle for power between human and vampire, But it was a pseudo-democratic processes after all, with votes only counting if one was not dead.

"Sir Bedivere, you know very well this castle belongs to me. My father purchased it and it is rightfully mine. This event is not your to host." Ah Natasha, the young girl had spark, she takes after her father, but nevertheless in spite of her outburst she took her seat as designated, swirling the goblet of blood as a vintage wine before quaffing the liquid. She knew that since Britain belonged to the Pale Lady, her father stole the castle in the first place.

The evening would be filled with more characters such as this as evident by Bedivere's greetings.

"Dark Lord Atta, Lord of the Vodun, and Night Lady Amunhotep, Queen of the Nile. I welcome you both to Carfax. Good Evening Dark Lord Kami Yi of Dark Sun and Night Lady Zheng Yin. Lady Michelle au Paris and Lord Raphael da Stella, my closest European allies. The famed Guru of the Night I am humbled by your presence..."

And so Forth and so Forth, until the seats began to be filled. The power held here within this chamber was something truly frightening.

Lady Mo, Magnus, and Void were still to arrive.
And of course Mithias as a Stand in for Gabriel, lest the old dog decide to show up himself uninvited.
Albeit very expected of him to do so.


[System]
Age: 44.

Appearance: Subtly waning. Innocent retains a head of dark hair, dark eyes and a good height for an adult, but his scalp is beginning to show through and a growing hunch in his back wears down his tallness while his eyes accumulate red mazes. Well veined, sundried skin tell of a long life outdoors. Half a beard populates his jaw. A dull tunic, dusty straw hat, and duller, dustier trousers provide his daily modesty, held together with a rope belt.

Occupation: Beekeeper in a dale just south of Flidais, a temperate, grassy city perched between foothills. Innocent gets by with few visits to Flidais, selling honey, beeswax, animal feed and carvings to whoever might pass his cabin on the way and buying necessities from travelling merchants and nearby farmsfolk. Innocent plays a simple flute, carved and tuned by his own design, but does so poorly.

Personality: Gentle enough to be called kind, but this trait is bred more from meek complacency than empathic feelings. Sidwell is a highly submissive individual, asking little from others and rarely questioning them or the services they require of him unless he feels personally threatened. Although he means only to live and let live, these traits may see him being labelled by some as a sycophant, and by most as a coward. Innocent is religious on his own terms. Terrified of death and hell, he believes that if he avoids human confrontation and keeps his world small and modest, he will avoid sin and be blessed by God, an attitude which has seen him safe thusfar.

History: Innocent Sidwell was born in Flidais and, the youngest son to a mother of eight, was sent to the hill monastery even sooner than most novices. Sidwell entered monasticism as a child already conditioned to avoid the fierce competition of his elder siblings and live in modesty. Although this kept him in the favour of the prior, Innocent's ways changed as he matured. While his earlier compliance was forced by the pressure of his environment, he was now in a community wherein passiveness was self-motivated, and repressed adventurousness began to emerge. The prior tolerated Sidwell's growing cheek for a time, granted that he performed his duties and did not leave the monastery. He was expelled when finally caught in an act of homosexual conduct with another novice. The prior was shocked and betrayed and threatened both Innocent and the other novice with public exposure as they were punished and cast away, but his old love for Sidwell kept him from making true this threat, unknown to Sidwell, who that day was cursed with a terrible fear of exposure, of sin, and of living any less than a pious, modest, and celibate existence.

Fleeing south on foot, Innocent found work as a farmhand for a time before he apprenticed under his predecessor beekeeper of the valley, and has made this his living for three decades.

[User]
MAP ROOM

The massive man had awoken, and massive he was. She'd seen taller people before, but none with the kind of presence he had, the kind that filled up the room. Moss felt her throat close up when he looked at her, and only gripped the hammer tighter when he told her to lower it. Like hell she was going to drop it; it didn't matter if the heavy-voiced man was God himself, she'd found it and it seemed to be a pretty damn goo tool for not getting the shit beaten out of her.

The blowing of the wind caught her attention, and the choking smell of the sea filled the room if only for a moment before dissipating away. The salt practically blinded her, and she had to rub the thick air from her eyes as well as hold her nose. What an awful smell, the sea. So much salt and grime, filled with the piss and shit of a million fish and other god-only-knows horrors.

Then the other girl woke up. Moss didn't know what to think of her, she looked young, but...frillier than any of the other kid-folk she'd seen. Then again the bespectacled man was more or less just as surprising. Then of course there was the freak, but that was its own field entirely, and damned if she was gonna mess with it.

The girl opened her mouth, and suddenly Moss's surprise turned, once again, to confusion. TamTam? Who the fuck was TamTam? Was she speaking the same language as the freak? She understood moving to the door well enough, though.

"Ay!" Moss snapped, watching the girl. "Are you outcha god'm mind? We can't just go out there, what if the fokers who put us in here are out there?"

It seemed however, that she was outnumbered in her opinion. The girl was gone and with her the lumberjack. Well, either they'd die first, or they'd get lucky, but Moss wasn't going to bank much on the latter. Not with that oddity of a girl around, anyway.

[Assistant]
Engine Room

Suichi listened as the two of them responded and then went on to have their own conversation. He found himself to be very puzzled about Connor who spoke of the New World as if it were still a commonly used phrase. Either the man was very committed to his cosplay or he actually believed he was from the colonial days. He had heard about the book as his wife read it quite a bit. She certainly liked American literature, so Suichi took the time and effort to make sure she had new copies of books every so often. He decided it wasn't prudent to speak and simply listened as he waited for a response from the speaker.

Then he noticed a fourth person had woken up with them leaving the fifth one still unconscious. This newly awakened person reacted quite seriously out of fear. He understood. All of them were strangers and it was hard to know who could be trusted. He had a lot of faith in humanity though having seen a lot of good things happen through hard times.

Suichi walked up to the newly awakened woman and knelt just within reach of her with a warm smile on his face. "I'm Suichiro Hamani, you may call me Suichi if you'd like. You're safe with us. We only just woke up as well. What's your name?" He remained calm and friendly. If they were going to get out of here they'd need to work together.

[User]
Observatory

Christopher had heard some stirring behind him but decided to pay no attention since he was paying complete attention to the bookcase that he had been inspecting. He couldn't believe what kind of preparation and maintenance would have to be done to keep this wood looking this nice. Especially in a environment that was as harsh as this, having being surrounded by all this strong salt air would case some sort of slightly rapid deterioration if not treated properly. However this was not the case for this bookcase. It was such a shame that such a beautiful bookcase was housing such disgraceful looking books, something this beautiful should have more than one new book in it. It should contain nothing but new books to complement it.

It wasn't until he heard conversing behind him that he decided to give his attention to the other occupants of the room since he was likely going to have a better conversation with two conscious humans as opposed to four unconscious. He also could tell by listening to what he could understand through broken dialect and tough to understand accents that they were in the same predicament that he was, stuck at this unknown location with no clue of how they got here. Christopher had turned around to observe the two conscious people and it was the short Egyptian female and bearded male wearing what looked like an apiarist outfit while two others still occupied their space on the bark floor.
Just before he decided to speak the young male with headphones awoke and looked as shocked and confused, especially after looking down at his phone. He felt a slight bit better knowing that they were all in the same boat together. The only one who was still out was the young female with orange hair.

"Hello my name is Christopher, unfortunately I don't have any more answers than any of you. I assume alike you all I have awoken on the same bark floor unfamiliar with any memory after going to sleep. I assure you I would have loved to wake up in my own bed"

[Assistant]
Observatory

The Egyptian frowned in confusion when the man with his back up against the pillar in the middle of the room knelt and started blathering in Latin. It took her a momnt to mentally change gears from Aramaic to the Roman tongue, and Zosime thought she must have missed something important in what he was saying. Something about debtors?

"Conantes dicere quid?" What are you trying to say? Zosime asked, raising one hand to rub at the side of her head. She was a little surprised to hear the man speak Latin - she'd pegged him for an Israelite. Well, she didn't meet all that many Romans, there were probably some scruffy looking ones from the western edges of the Empire, where the Celts and Gauls and all sorts of other barbarians lived.

He said something else then, which sounded kind of like Latin but well, more like he wasn't saying all the letters, and the vowels were much more nasal than she was used to. She didn't like the sound of it. But, even though the words sounded unfamiliar to her, she was somehow certain that she could understand them. At least she knew his name now.

"Mortui non sumus, Innocent," Zosime said flatly. We aren't dead, Innocent. They couldn't be dead; she could clearly feel herself, physically connected to her body as she should have been. Her ka had not detached; she knew that she was not facing neter-khetet. This was not the underworld through which Amun-Ra sailed each night. The more she interacted with the old man, the more the Egyptian came to believe that far from being her captor, he was a frightened idiot.

Zosime started to open her mouth to try to explain why they couldn't be dead, when one of the remaining sleepers awakened. He spoke an even less comprehensible language, like something she had once heard a captive Teuton shout. Like the pseudo-latin, she felt strangely certain that she could understand this young man's words, even though she knew the sounds coming out of his mouth were unintelligible.

She took a deep, calming breath and shakily forced it back out. It seemed like everyone here was going to be just as confused as she was. The scribe certainly didn't trust them, and she wasn't at all comfortable with the situation, but was suddenly sure that if she didn't stiffen her spine and take charge, no-one was going to.

The man at the shelves picked that time to turn around and introduce himself, somewhat deflating her sense of self importance. He seemed pretty calm. And he seemed to be speaking that Teutonic-sounding language as well; she was increasingly suspicious that this whole abduction was a Roman plot of some kind.

"Salutem, Christopher," Hello, Christopher, she said, deciding to stick with latin. At least one person there seemed to speak it. The Teutonic men might too, for that matter, if they couldn't understand her mysteriously like she could them. "I don't know where we are, or why. It looks like we are all equally confused here. If we are going to get any answers, we will probably need to stick together. My name is Zosime." She looked around the room, taking in the strange furnishings, living wood and unidentifiable metal contrivances. "Does anyone have any idea what any of these things are?"


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Personality:

Beneath innocent grey eyes lies a cunning, smart, and rather blunt girl. She can look at a person and size them up, wondering what weak points they would have and where. But besides that, she's a pretty okay friend, and will often want to join in on pranks on other classmates.

Though she is intelligent and makes good grades, she has two things that brings her grades a bit lower than average; laziness and procrastination. She usually sleeps in class when the assignments are being handed out, and at least every teacher at her old schools would yell at her to wake up during class. Despite all the trouble she causes with sleeping in, she seems to always have her projects done and an A or B on every quiz and test.

She will either be seen with friends or just reading a book, and occasionally playing with small animals by moving their arms and legs and seeing how they react; it is her way of playing with them. Rarely, you can see her experimenting on things such as electronics, animals, and possibly bombs.

During certain times of the year, she will be in a bad mood and become sarcastic and mean the whole time she is interacting with people. She will sass anyone on her nerves, and seems to be a flaming ball of drama queen on that dark day.

Background:

Meg grew up in a fairly stable household, with a loving mother and a working father. She and her father would look at the stars and point out which planet or star it was: "Star Number 239 seems a bit dimmer than usual; it might die soon." Her mother would try to teach her cooking and the such to prepare her for a husband, but Meg always forgot the ingredients and a smoke bomb would go off in the kitchen.

This all suddenly came to an end when they got divorced. It was so sudden, so strange, so… unnatural. Even at a young age, Meg knew her parents still deeply loved each other. But why did they break up? To this very day she still wonders why.

Her father began working very late and had less time to spend with her. She concocted a plan to spend time with him by reading his textbooks with him and helping him with projects. He once taught her how to make a bomb. Thinking back to it now, Meg was never suspicious as to why her father was learning about bombs or humans or such.

Meg came home one day from middle school to an empty house. No trace was left of her father in that home. He had taken everything he loved and ran away from the memories of the house she stood in. Her grandmother took care of her from then on.

Her grandmother, Yesda, was a strict woman, and tried shaping Meg into a fine young lady like her mother and Yesda herself. This failed when Meg learned the ways of procrastination and being lazy, which made her less and less feminine each day.

Finally, Yesda gave up and sent her to Kosei, knowing all too well about her granddaughter's Quirk. She said, and I quote, "This place will probably teach her a thing or two about being responsible and becoming a hero like her grandfather."

Quirk Info

Class: Mutant

Name: Supernatural Sight

Info: The Quirk of seeing through objects has been passed down from her mother's side of the family since the very beginning. Since her mother had the ability to see through electronics to find out what they were made of and how she would disable them, and her father could see very clearly miles ahead of him no matter what, the two Quirks were mixed and it came out as seeing things far ahead and seeing through objects. She usually use this to her advantage in a fight when fire or smoke is involved, and this is always great when trying to disarm an enemy or disable an electronic.

Talents/Other Info:

1. Meg is good at hiding animals in her clothing to play with for later. She plays with them when she is not sleeping in class.

2. Occasionally she will build tiny robots to scare her friends and spy on her acquaintances.

3. Leaving your phone with her is unwise; she'll break it accidentally or forget it in a store or even her room, then sigh and say it's too much trouble to get now.

4. She likes video games fairly well, but doesn't play too often. She gets a ton of inspiration from games that involve robots, cool armor, and guns. She is definitely up for watching some friend of hers play.

5. She likes to draw cartoons of herself and her friends; it fills up her time and keeps her from boredom. She shows the images to her friends and makes extra cash on kids who want a story along with them. Whether the stories are true or not are up to her.

[User]
Tula Kealoha

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There were numerous excusable reasons why somebody would be late to class. Sick, Injured, unexpected villain situation on the way to school.. but this morning, Tula had the absolute inexcusable excuse as to why she was late. She slept past her alarm.

"Ugh I'm late! So very late!" Tula muttered as she scurried across campus after having just arrived. If she was ever going to make her case for being Class Rep, this was definitely not the way to go about it and failure here was not an option. Her parents were both class reps and they were expecting their daughter to be one, too. There would have to be some later political schmoozing on her part with some of her classmates in order to better make her case that she is the candidate to represent them.

Tula must have been only a few minutes late by the time she reached the classroom but her heart dropped the moment she peaked inside, not seeing a soul present. Her hand immediately went up and smacked her forehead, sighing in slight frustration. They had already left for the practice field. Her absence was likely noted already. Now, she was definitely playing from behind.

There was no time to spare, especially if they were going to start the Quirk assessment test soon. She tossed her bag into the room and kicked off her shoes, wiggling her webbed toes as they got a chance to breath. She turned and closed the door, stretching out in a position like riding an imaginary surf board. Then suddenly, water blasted out from elbows, tibia region, and back propelling her forward as she used a slower release of water under her feet to hydroplane across the ground. The result was she was much faster than if she were to sprint.

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She was quick to catch up with her classmates, adding a stylized flourish when she was close enough to the back of the group by spinning once to a satisfying stop. Her maneuver was so smooth but there was a chance nobody noticed it aside from a nervous looking white-haired kid hovering around the back of the group. In fact, he was likely in the splash zone a bit. "Whew. Just made it. Tula said to herself, but it was meant for the kid to hear. She caught up and walked alongside the kid, leaning slightly next to him, "Hey, don't tell anyone I'm this late. It'll be our little secret, okay?" she whispered with a friendly wink.

Tula returned to normal posture, walking alongside the kid for a moment before trying to strike up more of a conversation. "So do you think you are ready for these tests? I already know what to expect so I think I'll do well in all these tests." She sounded confident but darted a quick glance to the kid and remembered her audience. "I'm sure you'll do well, too. I'm Tula, by the way." She'd offer a handshake but usually people didn't appreciate a getting their hand all wet.

[Assistant]
The Professor

The professor nodded as the students filtered out, before beginning one more time. "The hallmark of every hero is that they know their strengths and weaknesses. Some of us have few weaknesses, some of us have many. However it is important to understand that no matter how many weaknesses you have, if you can overcome more weaknesses than another man even has, then you are a far stronger man than you could ever be." The professor adjusts his tie slightly, before adding "Ladies, I use man in the sense of humans, not in the sense of your heterochromatic brethren."

"What we will do next is very simple. The rest of today will be taken up by you students going through a number of simple tests. Where before, you were not allowed to use your quirk, now you can, for indeed the entire raison d'etre for this establishment is to train you in the use of your quirk. For example, Tori, can you please step forward." The girl looked surprised, before doing as the professor said.

"Although some of you may not know what it is for various reasons, we are standing in front of a long-jump pit. Tori, what was your highest score when you weren't using your quirk?" The student once again looked surprised, before saying, "I think maybe… 5.3 meters? I was always good at it regardless, but…"

The professor cut her off. "Tori, now try taking the long jump again, but you are allowed to use your quirk in any which way you please." Tori grinned and nodded, before taking a run up, her wings flashing out and allowing her to easily glide almost three times the length of the pit with just a few beats of her wings

"Of course, not all of you will suit well to these tests! Some of your quirks will not help you, or perhaps even hinder you in your efforts. Over the course of this year, and any subsequent years you stay here, you will measure your improvements in these same tests. The ones that you excel in are irrelevant. The ones that you fail in… Those are the ones that we shall be focusing on."

"Now, who would like to go next for the long jump?"

[User]
Lazarus smirked in excitement, he wondered how Garika quirk would do against his own, "interesting" he said to himself. Soon enough it was time to meet up with the professor for the long jump. Lazarus made his way, meeting a boy who had been waiting excitedly for them. It seemed as though Dante was here as well, conversating with the girl who had wings.

The professor explained that we would be able to use our quirk for our exercises and that it was a test to assess our strengths and weaknesses. Lazarus was happy having a wide grin, his powers were more of a jack of all trades. The professor used the falcon girl named Tori as an example for the first exercise, she glided farther than the length of the pit with a couple of flaps. "that's a cool quirk" Lazarus said under his breath. The professor asked who wanted to go next, Lazarus hand shot up first, and walk out to the front of then pit, though Lazarus is a guy who is all fun and games but he wants his presence to be known, he was a ambitious fellow.

Lazarus took a couple steps back and inhaled deeply before taking his running start, picking up speed, he took a hard stomp with his left foot before jumping and a rock pillar protruded from the ground under his foot , Lazarus used the thrust from the pillar to propel Himself into the air after which the the rockpillar retracted into the ground. When Lazarus landed he nearly fell but caught himself, he walked back to the group. "My quirk is called Earth Lord, I can control the ground otherwiseknown as, Geokinesis" Lazarus said smirking, he took a spot at the front of the group, clear of view so that he was able to see the capabilities of the others. Thought he doubt anyone was getting score higher than Tori, 15.6 meters was the score to beat for anyone without wings.

[Assistant]
Kaito

Kaito quickly introduced himself to both Garin and the girl who waved back at him. "Of course I'm excited! Who wouldn't be?! Nice to meet you both! The name is Kaito!" He smiled back, managing to at least get their introductions out of the way before The Professor began the lecture. As it turned out, he was only half correct about the activity being a physical one, but he never would have expected them to use their quirks early on in the semester. It was just the kind of lesson he was looking forward to, improving his quirk is the reason why he enrolled into this academy after all.

After witnessing Tori and Lazarus, he whistled a note like if he was impressed by how Lazarus utilized his quirk. "A bird and a rock man eh? There's a joke somewhere in there! But, still those are some pretty awesome quirks! You should watch me now!" He commented just as he walked by Lazarus with a smile on his face.

"Alright! I'm up next! Let's do this!"

Kaito felt pretty pumped up at the moment as he quickly went over to his spot and got into running position. His own personal record is 4.9 meters, without including his quirk of course. He had set his eyes to focus on one particular spot near the end of the track, it was time for his quirk to shine! After he ran and took the leap of faith, he instantly teleported at the last second while he was sailing through the air and landed roughly 28.7 meters away from the starting point. Some of the distance got shaved off, but that didn't matter to Kaito, he was extremely satisfied with his new score.

"Yes! I beat both of your scores! Let's see the rest of you top that!" He shouted excitedly to his classmates from the opposite end of the track, wishing to spark some competition by raising the bar a little. After he went off to the side, he made his back to the group with his hands folded behind his head and had a cheeky grin on his face. He stood next to Lazarus on his left side, wanting to observe the others as well. "My quirk is called Point to Point! I can teleport anywhere and anything I want, like so!" He stated and appeared on Lazarus' right side now in a blink of an eye, just messing with him in a playful fashion. He purposely provided little information of his quirk not wishing to expose his weaknesses right off the bat, although he was already starting to show it off more than necessary.

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