[System]
Appearance:

Apparent Age: Young Adult

Gender: Male

Nation: Renais

Class: Cavalier

Weapon Mastery:

Sword C

Lance D

Level: 4

Background: The youngest child of Ginnava, Marwood was her bundle of joy and baby of the family. She actually took the time to teach him to ride herself. As such he desires to make her proud yet at the same time with age came distance and difference. While his mother relies on codes and formal declarations Marwood is normally on his horse with a squad of knights by the time she starts issuing orders. This has caused much division between mother and son, with Marwood often leading knights into battle against horrors without having approval from his mother.

Aside from that, he is good friends with both generals, he often finds himself in their company or training with them. While many of his men pass around rumors he is to be engaged to one the generals there is little no proof of that claims. As a prince, he received a formal education with lessons in history, strategy, and etiquette. He threw away etiquette preferring to spend many a night out defending villages or celebrating victories with his knights. He even formed a special group of cavaliers that ride with him to villages and towns under assault, thus with almost all his training being done on horseback his skills off it is lowered.

Currently, Marwood most trusted knights are Hodge, Ismay, and Mylle. Each of them is a cavalier from the standing army of Renais and all of them make up the Renais riders. These four often leave the moment word of trouble sounds moving between towns, attacking bandits, monsters, and horrors. They have saved hundreds of lives alone, yet while hailed as hero's it troubles his mother that his free-form fighting is not proper of a prince. He has a history of being rather bold and challenging letting nothing stand between him and his moral compass, politics be damned.

This has caused quite a lot of trouble when he chased a band of bandits into Jehanna where he killed them. Upon his return, the generals and his mother both gave him an earful which he quickly ignored, thought the punishments did last for months. Undeterred Marwood freely admits he would do it again in an instant, he cares not for the borders only saving lives which Jehanna eventually let slide understanding he believed he was doing the right thing.

Recently Ginnava, has announced that she plans to marry off the younger prince and is currently eyeing Jehanna's princess as the best candidate due to the politic and military benefits of the relationship. Marwood meanwhile has been as far from the castle as possible, and away from the Jehanna border. He is not happy about an arranged marriage with a princess, he would prefer a natural romance. His mother meanwhile has been dispatching riders to drag him back if needed. Marwood needed to be tamed and Ginnava thought a wife would be perfect for the job.

However, with the recent threat to Grado, he abandoned Renais to go and help the kingdom. Renais and Grado were historically close and he feels he must do as his great ancestor would have done and journey to help the Emperor who he admires as a good leader and warrior. He hopes to help drive back the attacks and force Renais into action and perhaps Frelia as well.

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Equipment and Items: Reginleif, Steel Sword

Personality: Brash, Marwood is nothing if not bold in his ability to face danger or trouble with a smile on his face and honesty in his heart, he is a caring and kind young man who refuses to let politics get in the way of caring about people. To Marwood politics and the chain of command as things that slow down helping people, thus to the frustration of his teachers and his family Marwood continues to ignore anything but what he believes is morally right. While many outside the castle think much of the younger kind-hearted prince others feel he is too rebellious and daft to ever be allowed near the throne.

Ability Assessment: Marwood strength and skill are his best qualities, his speed and defense are good as well though not as great primary attributes. This is due to Marwood focusing on fast devastating blows to bring down a target depending on his armor and his mount in combat. Marwoods luck and stamina are average or just below with his magical resistance being well below the norm as he rarely ever encountered an enemy mage. The rest of his skills had some development throughout his training but a lack of magical counter training his given him a glaring and little-known weakness.

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: An avid singer and storyteller Marwood spent his younger days sneaking out and telling singing and telling stories at the local tavern. He has secretly wanted to be a bard but royal duties prevent that and he also wishes to marry someone he loves rather than an arranged marriage like his mother has in mind, possibly to secure a new ally. He is a sucker for a good romance book, though he doesn't like people to know. He gets very nervous around women and has never been good at flirting at all. Marwood also has an aversion to a certain Princess of Jehanna, in fact when anyone brings up an arranged marriage between him and a princess or noble Marwood can usually be found trying to slip towards the door to make a hasty retreat.

R-button Summarization: The prince of Renais with a good heart and a rebellious streak, cares deeply for others.

Level Up Quotes

0-1 Points: "Melinda and Leoma would laugh if they saw this."
0-1 Points: "This isn't really very princely is it?"
2-3 Points: "I must do better for Renais!"
2-3 Points: "Oh and after all that work?
4-5 Points: "My brother isn't the only one to take after father."
4-5 Points: "Ha, that'll show Rylan won't it Fiona?"
6+ Points: "Alright Fiona, I've earned an ale and you've earned a apple."
6+ Points: "I almost feel like singing! I won't of course... Bad time for it..."
Capped Stats: "How am I supposed to match Rylan now?!"
Capped Stats: "But I can't stop now! I don't wanna stop being a knight of Renais!
Changed Class: "A knight of Renais is always ready to learn."
Changed Class: Rafaela might not recognize me in this...

Critical Hit Quotes

"May the Gods have mercy on you, I won't!"
"You are in my way, that's a bad place to be friend."
"I'll drink to you and your fallen comrades."
"I do not hate you. I simply must kill you."
"Somebody has to win and guess what? It's me."
"I just stab people, what happens next is between them and the gods."

[User]
Isolde

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"Eh!? Zane!?"

This had just gotten ten times worse. A former knight of Grado, but defected because he couldn't sate his battle lust just by being on guard duty. She never did like him, and her dad always commented he was always bad news. She was honestly surprised he even protected his ally.

"Geh-!"

The two exchanged blows, Zane's heavy blows threatening to knock both her and Kergin back. Her advantage being the only thing keeping her from getting killed in an unspectacular fashion. If this kept up, there was no way she was going to be able to fight him. Not one on one like this, maybe if she could flank him but not in a crowded, narrow street.

Aldo was right, though. They didn't have to fight, and if they kept fighting, things were likely not going to end well for them. They were both outnumbered and out skilled here. As much as she'd like to shove this traitor in his place, she was in no way skilled or strong enough to do so.

"Urgh - I don't think we can handle Zane!" Isolde grimaced, attempting to deflect Zane's charge. Isolde yanked up on Kering's reigns. The Wyevern hissed lightly before rearing back as Isolde swung her Halberd to try and deflect Zane's blow. He was likely going to hit, but she could at least mitigate the damage. "Titania, get on! We need to get out of here!"

[Assistant]
Kara

@Eklispe@Rune_Alchemist@PlatinumSkink@Apollosarcher

Kara hated it when prey got away. Watching that soldier leg it irritated her to no end, but she knew it would be difficult to catch up. To the left, she noticed the cart, and several figures around it, including one tne that looked to be Hevel. She released her dragon form with some reluctance to lessen the strain on her stone. She turned to Marwood pointed at the fleeing soldier in the distance, shouting, Cavalier! It would be most troublesome if that soldier called for reinforcements. Set spur to that nag of yours and run him down! I will personally clear you a path, so ride after me!" She spun on a heel and pointed her draconic hand at Osmond. "You. Put that shiny exterior of yours and handle those mercs and thief so that they don't cut off our retreat. Girl, you've got a stick, help him out. Just be aware that one of those thieves is an ally." If Marwood agreed to her plan, she would rush forward in front of him to engage the axman, as he was blocking the best path, and might be a hassle to handle for the lance-using Prince.

She was also worried for the Fire Emblem's safety, having lost sight of Titania, and seeing soldiers pile out and spilling out of an alleyway, with the sounds of fighting echoing from deeper in. She ground her teeth and could only hope the humans had enough fight in them to hold out.

[User]
Titania

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Titania was surprised to see the knight Isolode was fighting tossed aside to be replaced by a more important looking individual who had some sort of grudge to bear. "Alright let's get out of here!" Titania said in response to Isolode's suggestion. She carefully jumped onto the much faster Wyvern's back, hoping that her additional weight wouldn't be too much of a burden to prevent it from outrunning their enemies. This guy was heavily armored at least so he should have a hard time keeping up with them. It was possible they could keep fighting with Titania providing support, but she would trust Isolode's judgement, plus their goal was to get out of here with the Fire Emblem not take every fight they found.

[Assistant]
Marwood gave a curt nod as he cleaned the blood from his blade with a swift flick. Turning his eyes back to Viridia he smiled, giving her a thumbs up as he sheathed the blade. "Good work soldier, little more experience you'd fit in right at home with the Knights of Renais." He offered the praise as picked up his lance turning his head back towards Kara.

"Aye Lady Manakete! But she's a charger, not a nag don't insult Fiona. Dragon or not I won't have it." Marwood called setting his sights on the soldiers he angled the lance from the saddle taking aim for the fleeing soldiers back, planning on burying his lance in it. Fiona's dash a frightening sight to any he passed.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Description: 4'5'' Elf, slender with sharp features, piercingly solid green eyes, platinum blonde hair usually tied in a high pont tail, wears conservative clothing
Bio: A novice wizard, magic always came easily to her, mastering concepts much faster than her class mates. An accident occured when she was 14, in which she accidentally summoned a demon. In the attack she lost 2 fingers on her left hand. Despite this, she received a full scholarship to study at a major magic academy in a far off land.
Purpose of travel: Travelling to her new academy to further study and master magic
Other info: At first she is very shy, speaking very professionally to anyone she doesnt know. Once she opens up she reveals her excitement for whatever she is studying at the time. She speaks with a slight lisp.

[User]
Ember awoke in a tangled mat of brown, slimy, and not pleasant to smell seaweed. It clung around and to him, in a mockery of the mermaid costume he had conjured up for his "Maiden voyage" send off.

Now, "Sent Off".

Groaning, and with aches in places he had no clue one could even ache in, he staggered to his knees, and reeled against the beating sun, as the waves lapped at his legs and feet. His skin was raw, and his pajamas were soaked, stained, and torn.

Feeling about himself, he found he still had his wand, though it too was completely enmeshed in the brown ball of gooey plantlife he found himself bound up in-- as if the ocean had heaved back, and coughed up a giant festering ball of snot, with him inside it.

He was still clutching the foot locker, but one would never have been able to tell. The weedy growth had nucleated around it, which is how he himself had become so entangled. Traces of the ice raft melted under the gentle lapping of the surf, as it swished the slimy mass this way and that around him.

Disgustedly, he retched, and heaved up a stomach of swallowed sea water.

He felt well and truly miserable.

Casting a dour expression out at the sea, he raised a fist at the now sublime and calm blue-green ocean, and raged at it.

"Blast you, you fickle, deep-trenched watery tart! Go and cough *ME* up in this ball of filth from your nethers, and not a single one of my babies! I'd tell you to go suck a whale, but you do it every day, you filthy whore! You've dragged more men down there than--"

He cut off, as he heard a strained, gurgling coughing sound coming from further up the beach.

"--DONT think I'm finished with you, you soggy strumpet! I'll have my vengeance yet!" he spat, then struggled to his feet, then up the shore, pausing only momentarily to summon the (still completely ensnared in seaweed) foot locker to follow behind him, illiciting an image of a demented seamonster slithering behind him, rather than a levitating trunk.

Wandering toward the coughing, ember lurched and staggered in the sand, with the undulating mass following in his wake.

[Assistant]
Someone ascending from the water onto the shore. It is Nanashi who is carrying freshly caught edible sea fishes and octopuses. He also got some seaweeds too. He then proceed from one spot to a preparation to cook it for everyone.

He is willing to accept anyone who want to help him for the preparation.

[User]
The young elf girl's head was still spinning. The world was a blur, crashing waves, splintering wood, the salty embrace of the ocean, the grit of the sand. She lay there for some time, in a world between awareness and the void. At some point she received assistance from someone else, perhaps the woman she had offered residence in her cabin. Sonia. Where had she gone?

Finally, Viviana blinked, clearing all manner of fog. She was on a beach, soaked, parched, hungry, and far from where she was meant to be. Looking around she saw a gathering a short distance away, the likes of Sonia and Wheelo among them. Close by she also saw that other man she knew, Nanashi. There was one other person she felt the need to seek out, and after not too long she spotted him.

"E-Ember?" She croaked out, her throat betraying her attempt to call out to the one person she felt could offer guidance. After a fit of coughing she tried again, "What… where are we? What do I do?"

[Assistant]
@Remuri @Pakde

Ezekiel had a shocked look on his face as he saw the wheelchair bound man start walking. He felt kind of stupid for helping him. But the feeling of fatigue from before helped with his theory, that he could only move if he stole enough energy from other people. He would have to be careful of this man, he seemed more dangerous than he looked. However, he could be of use if he or any of the others died. They would make for good zombies, but that would be a last resort if he is the last one alive. Being more than disappointed that the demoness was not from Carcosa, if she was he was going to ask her if she knew if Heyl'r was here. But searching for this place could be more successful than asking others where it could be. "My name is Ezekiel Jarret, and we are pleased to meet you." Being sadden that he could not make pleasantries with the interesting demoness, but there were more important things than making friends.

Walking towards the man with the bundle of fish and octopus. "We would be more than happy to assist you in cooking this aquatic fauna." Despite being a necromancer he was a good cook, or so he thought. He had never had anyone taste his cooking before, so he hoped they would like the meal. But perhaps he could assist in cooking, so that no one blames him if they get sick. Looking around quickly figuring out that he was not going to find any edible spices on the island. "First we should find some dry wood, leaves, and flint or rocks. Would someone please assist us in finding supplies to start a fire?" He looked around at the group. Finding similar interest from Sonia towards the snake woman. Being reminded of the Nazamines from the deserts of Ka'ta. He wondered if she was related to them.

[User]
Sonia had returned to check on the elf girl, who seemed to have awakened in panic. The demoness decided to not interfere immediately, and wait until the girl could partially grasp the situation.

"Where indeed, I wonder?" Sonia sat next to Vivian, handing her the opened coconut when she was sure the elven girl had calmed down."Looks like we have deviated far from our route. The sea water is warm, and the sun is burning. We don't have anything like this near the continent." She glanced at the horizon, wind fluttering her red hair. Despite acknowledging the bad news, she realized the local climate might have contributed greatly to their chance of survival. This coconut, for example, you might find them growing in coastal regions, but never in this abundance, and immediately having something to combat dehydration was a godsend.

"But please, take heart, Miss Vivian, the rescuer could be on their way. There were important figures boarded on our ship, and given enough time, their disappearance couldn't be any less noticeable.

Sonia pointed at the skinny man dragging something that looked like a very weedy container. "And I believe Master Ember is over there. Want to catch up with him? Go ahead, I will be with you in a moment."

Still sitting there, Sonia recalled her training. This wasn't the first time she was stranded in a wilderness, and will not likely be the last. Same situation, same rules, different place, and the first thing she needed to do was to assess the situation as much as she could, then plan ahead and study the terrain.

Some other survivors had made an initiative to prepare food using various fish catches. Not the first thing she would do in this situation, but okay. Couldn't expect people to do anything with an empty stomach anyway, but time was running, and soon there would be a time when food became the third or fourth priority.

[Assistant]
This black-haired man who's not on a wheelchair and is instead using a raw greenish cane of wood, slowly paced around the beach looking for his wheelchair. It's futile to use his eyesight on this, it seems every meter there's a piece of wood sticking out of the sand. It's almost prescient that he reinforced his wheelchair with several bars of iron, so he could detect it with this... strange, innate metal sense that he has, instead.

 Nothing's come up with this however, and it's come to a point where he reaches Ember's immediate location, with this strange seaweed-covered chest crawling behind her. Ember herself, with this disheveled, sodden, seaweed-covered look. He pointed with his left hand, "You have a leaf on your shoulder."

 He looks at the sky, in a combination of perhaps trying to find a celestial body, like a moon, and mainly trying not to even chuckle at Ember's situation. "Hey... How possible do you think it is that we're in a different planet?"

[User]
Ember made a scowl at the foul man's cheeky attempt at humor at his expense, and sent a sticky glob of the seaweed clinging to him in the man's direction with a forceful extension of his wand, while continuing his struggle to get further up the beach.

"Really, I hadn't noticed." he snarked, before continuing. "And thinking of such extreme, outlandish prospects is foolish. If it WERE another planet, I very much doubt it would look like anything we are used to."

and with that, he mentally tuned the man out. Seeing Vivian and her former bunkmate up ahead, his heart lifted. At least there would be some INTELLIGENT company to while away the time with. The memory that her companion was a professional huntress flicked in his mind, and it gave him a momentary bit of relief. He knew full well he had no clue how to rough it out here. ...

...Wherever "here" was...

He turned back at the stiff gaited man, now removing seaweed from the back of his head. Ember was positive this was NOT "another planet."

"Vivian, dahling--- I'm SOOO happy to see you--- And you too dear--- Sonia was it?"

Vivian was sipping water from a halved coconut,and he was immediately jealous. His mouth was parched, and his insides literally ached from having been full of seawater earlier.

"You don't have another of those do you dahling?"

[Assistant]
Nanashi help the necromancer to sort things to cook, the only need is fire. He noticed the two mages that already present on the resting shelter. He decided to speak with them.

"Need fire." He talked to Ember pointing the cooking spot."We shall fill up first before we proceed inside the forest. Where may be there is a flat terrain for the. settlement camp. There is no good here to make camp here. High tides will flood the shore. Then we can discuss how to get out" He continued.

Head counting the survivors. He noticed the small figure with skull headwear is not present in the area.

"I haven't seen. The snake woman in a while. With her unique prowess. She can take the lead for venturing. Same thing as. Scanning something that are aware from us." He said.

[User]
"Ah of course!" Sonia expeditiously grabbed a green coconut and slice the lower part of the fruit like peeling a potato. It was effortless, courtesy of her above-average arm strength, and her trusty dagger; manufactured by Alhazen.co, Urstad.

That small surge of information brought up a brief sense of deja vu in her.

"Here you go... si- madam?" She offered almost like whispering at the end of her sentence. What to call him now, she wasn't so sure. The slender mage was very different now without all of his makeup and flamboyant getups, so Sonia tried to play safe by not being so obvious with her choice of pronoun.

Somebody was approaching. A strange fisherman, not sure why Sonia would refer to him as such, likely because she saw him go fishing in the very first minutes of their awakening. A vagrant, or adventurer? His general attire suggested so. Not that there was a stark diffrence between the two anyway.

The man asked rather crudely, and it didn't improve her opinion of him a bit. Without waiting for anyone to answer, he continued

For the first half of it, Sonia had no comment, everyone might do whatever they wanted at this point. However, the second half of his opinion made her feel a bit restive.

"Appreciate your concern, but the gentleman need not worry about the high tide here, for this area is far from the waters and sufficiently elevated." Sonia sheathed and strapped her dagger to her waist. Averting her gaze from the man, skipping her usual introductry but still trying to remain thoughtful with her words.

"As for the urgency to move to the forest," she turned to the green unknown behind them and shook her head. "I think we should remain here for a while. We don't know where, or how far we are from the rescue. And I believe everyone would prefer to stay in a place where the rescuer could easily see them."

Now sitting on a nearby boulder, Sonia swept the remained sand from her scraped knee and then gave the man one of her less-than-genuine smiles.

"Of course, I am not completely dismissing the notion to explore the interior of this... place, but we need to lay out a plan before making any decision. And first thing first, to gather everyone and discuss that plan. Means we all need to find a common ground first, savvy?"

[Assistant] "I see. My apologies on my rudeness... Qi from those sailors and others seems out of my range right now. It felt like we got split from getting drove to the shore. They are probably drowned or maybe drove on other side. We regroup here to wait for the rescuer." He said stil standing nearby the demoness turning his eyes on the far ocean.


[System]
Basics
Nickname/title: Maus (Mouse - because carried a toy mouse to school all the time as a kid)
Gender: M
Age: 20
Build/physicality: 6'2'', average build.

Appearance:

Background

Psychological status: He is clinically sane, although he suffers from insomnia and anxiety from time to time due to reasons I will state below.
Quirks, ticks, conditions, sensitivities to the paranormal: Healthy, save for occasional tinnitus and visual noise that remains a secret medically unchecked because his fathers political party on the rise (the Nazis) does not tolerate genetic or any other deformities.

Magical potential (Y/N): No potential
Personality: Fond of football (yes, I mean soccer) and fishing. You can find him watching the matches of different sports at the university grounds or riding a burrowed bicycle to go and hang out with the local fishermen. He comes off as pessimistic at times. He's got a certain routine he likes to follow every day, starting with morning body exercise and library visit and all up to an evening cigarette and coffee at the bar after all the classes.
More to be revealed throughout the RP by showing his inner thoughts.
Hometown: Hannover, Germany
Education: Currently a student
Occupation: Student of linguistics
Achievements: Nothing worth mention; several published stories and poems in magazines.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion/philosophy: Baptised, although not very devout. Interested in studying pre-Christian European religions.
Marital status: Single
Family status: Father Frank (45); Mother Anna (42); Sister Erika (18)

Biographical writeup: Emil has come to Arkham to study at the Miskatonic University. His father thought it would be a good idea to send his son abroad in times of political turmoil in his homeland. He was born in Berlin, but they moved to Hannover soon after due to business reasons.
(I also plan to reveal more throughout the game.)
Miscellaneous information

Combative belongings: Nothing but a pocket knife he brought with him for no specific reason.
Noncombative belongings: A few books of fiction in his backpack, some spare clothes, an English dictionary, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, reading glasses, a notebook and a pencil.

[User]
August Dupin
Physical State: Tense.
Mental State: Calming down

"I'm sorry, I…I wasn't paying attention. I hope I didn't ruin your…" The man who'd bumped into August paused for the briefest of moments as his eyes made contact with one of the various horrifying photographs strewn about in the snow-it was an act August took note of. "…photographs…"

Following the strangers gaze August's eyes fell upon a rather well framed photograph that was the only publicly released picture of one of the many gruesome suicides around town and its accompanying story. August immediately recognized the framed moment in time that held this strangers gaze.

Suicide wasn't an unknown to August at this point in his life; quite the contrary in fact as he'd seen the vile act enough times to form some basic things to look for when dealing with the subject. Needless to say in Augusts' vast experience people tended to choose what they believed to be the least painful way out when taking their own lives-hell, even those with a guilty conscience often opted for a quick bullet to the head or the quite release that certain narcotics often brought. It was for that very reason the Killigan suicide had so clearly stuck in his head and why he recognized it at a mere glance: afterall crushing yourself to death beneath a slow hydraulic lift was pretty high up there on the "painful ways to die" list, something that made August question the whole thing entirely.

Seemingly lost in thought the rude stranger before him didn't even respond until August prodded him with another similar question "Hey, I asked you a question. Do I know you?"

Finally the man piped up while simultaneously scrambling to help August pick up all the scattered evidence. The way he spoke made August take it as a question initialy.

"August Dupin?"

The man went on speaking, his voice much more assuring in a way that made August genuinely believe him for the moment.

"I do, yes, when I think about it. It's been years, but I do remember having met you. France, during the war, right? You probably don't remember me, I looked different back then, it's funny how war changes you." So that explained it August found himself thinking. Now knowing what to look for August quickly decided that the man did indeed carry himself with the tell tale signs of a war veteran much like August himself did. He was actually surprised he hadn't noticed it right off the bat. Nodding in silent agreement while his eyes clearly tried to place the face-even though he couldn't remember specifics of the man currently talking to him he was also more than willing to believe that somewhere among the sea of faces he had met during the Great War there had to have been one or two that completely escaped his memory.

"It's been long since that though. I take it you're a reporter, since you have the photograph of a suicide victim? I knew him, actually, it wasn't a grand time for me back then. So what are you doing with the picture, is there something new the newspaper has discovered?"

Quick to chase a lead and fall into a given roll August nodded his head in agreement. All the momentary anger from before having seemingly vanished from equal parts respect and the sudden need to make the man like him. "Quite astute of you, Jeremy was it?" The name rolled off his tongue before August even realized he had no real way of knowing that was in fact his name. He simply went on speaking however. Somehow he was sure of his words. "I am in fact a reporter for the Arkham Herald." He lied through a smile, repeating the name of the paper delivered to his rented room each morning. "And if I'm being completely honest with you Jeremy, soldier to soldier," He gave the man a wink "the paper isn't necessarily releasing any new information as mutch as we are chasing down leads that the unfortunate...events...that befell Mr. Killigan may have infact been tied to a bigger picture of sorts. I'm just doing my best to connect some dots at the moment, hence this stack." He slapped the now fully collected photographs against his free hand to signify that he was talking about them. "In fact if you have the free time, I would love to ask you some questions? Perhaps over a cup of coffee? Afterall, you never know where what random factoid you could provide might lead."

[Assistant]
Jeremiah Dupree
Physical state: Exhausted
Mental state: Sane

Professor Dupree couldn't help but frown as he nodded in agreement with Dr. Steiner. The words were harsh, but Dr. Steiner had never been a soft man. Dupree supposed he was fortunate that he had been given adequate alibi and would no longer need to deal with Officer Lexington's investigation - actually, now that he thought on it...

"For what it's worth, Dr. Steiner, and my apologies for dragging your thoughts back to yesterday - the police seem to agree with you. That it was unlikely Dr. Atkins simply jumped." After all, Dr. Steiner had said Dr. Atkins was not particularly...suicidal. He wasn't sure yet how to tell Dr. Steiner about the apparent break-in of the deceased man's office, assuming Officer Lexington hadn't already shared that much. Nor could he reconcile what he had witnessed with what evidence was found at the scene - or lack thereof. He almost wished he had not been so quick to shoo the bystanders away but, then again, he doubted many would have remained once the police had arrived. No one to explain how Dr. Howard Atkins had gotten up on that rooftop, and if anyone had understood his bizarre ramblings. The end of the world, he had caught that much. Not that it differed much from typical doomsayers who had sworn that God himself would descend from the sky and strike down this wicked society at the turn of the century. Merely the source was different.

The wait had been dragged out as long as they were able, and the gates soon swung open, the weight creating an audible squeak from the otherwise oiled hinges. Professor Dupree looked over the large brick building, ivy vine trails trimmed neatly away from the windows and doors and left otherwise unchecked to creep along the brightly-scrubbed bricks like blackening veins.

Truly, the home of the insane belonged in Arkham.

The inside was much less remarkable - Professor Dupree noted how the dark coating of the wooden flooring seemed to, in fact, thin as the students and professors trailed water in from the half-melting snow and ice outside. The heavy wooden door creaked as it opened, clearly less cared for than the wrought gate, and shuddered as it closed behind the group.

The second they entered the reception room to find the doctor who would serve as their guide, pandemonium struck. Professor Dupree wished he could say he had been attentive, intervening to stop the poor sick man before any harm could befall the man or the group and managed to pick an important thread of the tapestry known to them all as Arkham, but, no, he had froze, still-exhausted brain struggling to process what was going on in the midst of the chaos and screaming that reminded him far too much of his nightmare. A man in white - briefly his brain superimposed splashes of blood and feathers clinging and staining the white - instead pulled the patient off one of the students, a young man who seemed familiar but Dupree was sure he was not in any of his lectures. Thus did the patient leave, unconscious and treated and his circumstances now requiring translation through a man taught that all human actions were based around a drive for sex or death.

Praise be to psychology.

The man in white introduced himself - Dr. Martin Gabrowski. Jeremiah thought back to a Father Martin who had occasionally visited his boarding school as a youth. He had eventually immolated himself, when faced with the guilt of his crimes, Jeremiah heard years later. Too little too late.
With that bit of strangeness tucked into the corner of his mind, Dupree again found himself nodding to Dr. Steiner. "Indeed. Any other day, I think I'd be looking forward to this. As much as one could in the name of anthropology, at least." An attempt to mitigate the apparent callousness of the statement, more the students' benefit than Dr. Steiner's. Their brand of knowledge had always come from the study of other human beings. Several students, he knew, hadn't come along on this trip for the expressed reason that it seemed 'cruel' to treat humans like animals in a cage for study.

Dupree nodded and quietly wondered why the hell they were in an anthropology course. Where had knowledge of other cultures come from, asking politely for letters?

With the trip formally begun and their guide leading the way into the jungles of bars and barriers to meet the natives, Dupree allowed himself to slow a little and, through the decreased pace, catch up with the student who had been grabbed by the insane man. "I should hope you are alright?" He knew this face, he was so sure he did.


[System]
Superhero identity: Captain America.

Age: Technically ninety years old, but physically in his mid-twenties due to the magic of cryogenics.

Brief History:

Once the teenaged sidekick of Captain America, Bucky was thought lost in 1945 to an explosion caused by Heinrich Zemo. In fact Bucky was found by Soviet soldiers who wiped the sidekick's brain, fitted him with a prosthetic arm, and programmed him to assassinate enemies of the Soviet Union. In between assassinations "The Winter Soldier", as Barnes would come to be known, would have his mind wiped once more and be placed in a cryogenic sleep until he was needed again. It isn't until the fall of the Soviet Union that Barnes reappears under the control of Aleksander Lukin, former KGB agent turned Kronas CEO.

After some time Steve Rogers is able to break Lukin's hold over Bucky using the Cosmic Cube and restore his sidekick's memories to him. Bucky disappears, traumatised by the knowledge of the crimes he had committed, reappearing upon learning that Steve had been arrested in the fallout of the superhero "civil war" over the Registration Act with intents to break him free. Instead he watched on whilst Steve was shot dead. In the aftermath, Bucky is approached by Tony Stark with a proposition: carry the shield and keep Steve's memory alive by becoming the Captain America the world so desperately needs. A reluctant Bucky accepts, knowing he'd never be able to stomach someone else in Steve's uniform, and sets about trying to live up to the mantle.

[User]
With a wave of the little gem in Quill's hand, Bucky had been outfitted in his uniform and his shield had appeared in his hand. It was a surreal experience to say the least but certainly a lot more convenient than the three of them hauling ass across Manhattan on the back of Bucky's motorbike. The three of them had watched Daredevil fighting a guy Howard had identified as "Stilt-Man" from a rooftop and once the man in red had successfully pursued him and the police were out of their way they had made their way down.

"Fine," Bucky could be heard to say to Quill as they approached Daredevil. He rooted around in his pocket for a minute. "And to think back at the restaurant I thought that Eternity was wrong to pick me. We're meant to be saving the universe and you're more interested in buying a hot dog."

They stopped in front of Daredevil and Bucky gestured to Quill and Howard with an awkward smile, knowing how surreal the image must have seemed. "No, your eyes are not lying to you. That is a talking duck in clothes. He assures me his name is Howard and the guy in the coat hankering for some food is Star Lord. Where I'm from people call me Captain America. We need your help, friend. The universe needs your help."

[Assistant]
"As a guy who has been tricked into attending one too many furry orgies, let me assure you this is not a sex thing," Howard said. "What my friend, Captain America, is trying to say is hop on board the team train, loser. We're going to save the universe... and get kickass t-shirts for our troubles."

Howard removed his suit coat, revealing a navy blue t-shirt that showed a photo of himself and Star-Lord high fiving. BEST FRIENDS FOREVER was written underneath the photo in bright pink comic sans font.

"Where'd you get that?" Quill asked.

"That little gem of yours has a mind of its own," Howard said with a wink.

[User]
The wailing, booming, strangled cacophony of the clubs stereo's easily ranked as some of the most grating noises that Hercules had ever heard, ranking somewhere between the cries of the Stygian birds, and the toneless singing of Benjamin Grimm. The wine was little better, boasting a sourness he imagined could only be attained by the vintner purposefully setting out to make undrinkable swill. The company was a silver-lining, three women in their late thirties who, he was reliably informed, qualified as 'MILFS', one blonde and two brunettes. The women had flooded his corner booth a little while after he had entered the establishment, with the intention's of drinking away his woes.

The Demi-God realized that he was probably being overly harsh towards the club, that the music and the wine was probably no worse than any of the other small-town watering hole's that he had ever graced, and that the only foulness present, real or imagined, was the foulness he himself had tracked in.

The hero had been on the road now for three days, he, his sister, Wise Athena, and his young ally Amadeus Cho, with pup in tow. Long days, with sifting cities blurring into the background while he was left with little else to do save muse on the grim turn of his fate. At being declared a renegade after throwing his lot in with powerful Hulk, after the green giant was sorely wronged by powerful men he had once called allies. At Hulks rage, and the devastation it had caused. At the temporary destruction, an act committed, and rectified, by Amadaeus', one that had seen Herc and his young ally going on the run, and leading to his current situation, trying to drink away his woes in a poor fitting disguise.

By Zeus, how he longed for the simple days of heroism, when the villains looked like scaled serpents, the heroes were the one's punching the serpents, and everyone wrote songs about his greatness. He downed his wine with a sullen swig, before calling for a new bottle. He knew better than that though. Things had 'never' been simpler, not in his three thousands years of life.

"Sigh," He sighed, the three lady's that had been talking animatedly amongst each other dropping their conversations and showering him with attention.

"What is the matter Hercules?" Asked the blonde, her face full of concern. His renegade status did not seem to bother the trio a wit. In fact it might have added to his allure.

"Nothing," He responded, before sighing once more.

"I think he's sad." Said one brunette.

"No!" cried the second, "We can't have that now, can we!"

"Hmm, let's see if we can't cheer him up." Purred the blonde, melting into his side while sliding a hand up his t-shirt, running silky smooth fingers across his abs. Despite himself he felt a smile crawl across his face.

Ok, so there was something to recommend this club after all, even if it couldn't offer the chance for some the honest hero work he so desired..

[Assistant]
The four heroes made a quick trans-spatial stop for the suit and shield of Captain America before the gem on Peter Quill's wrist put them where they needed to be for the next pick-up: even if it had put them there a full hour before Quill knew, as the gem told him, they needed to be there. Timing was always an issue with the gem, and Quill knew why...even if he kept tight lipped about the gem, what it was, who gave it to him, and why the timing was usually off. The analogy he had used with Ernie to confirm he understood was: It's my phone booth, and you're my Rufus?

Quill swore he thought he heard the giant Cosmicdude Ernie chuckle after phrasing their arrangement in terms of Bill & Ted.

But he knew he was on anything but an excellent adventure, the only true relief that it hadn't been overly difficult to convince anyone to hop into the phonebooth with him so far. Or was their ease in acceptance part of Ernie's plan? Is that why THESE heroes were on the list? They were all ready for a fight bigger than the ordinary hero stuff. They were all ready to save the infinite, endless, of creation. He hoped so. Who knew, maybe they'd even make a movie about it one day? Not that Quill was leading man material, anyway. Always a Han, never a Luke. Just the way he liked it.

The odd hour before they needed to be at the club was spent at a place of his insistence, after one of the new guys let Quill borrow some scratch: McDonald's. They all sat in a booth tucked into the back corner of the "establishment", the Duck gnawing on fries, Cap looking tormented, the Devil sipping on a milkshake, and the great Star Lord demolished a Quarter-Pounder with Cheese meal with large fries and a large Coke like it was an easy Xandarian girl. Cap and the Devil drawing way too much attention to their table with their totally obvious super-suits, only Quill and the Duck keeping it on the d-low.

Cap alone seemed to have a selfie request from some starstruck stranger every five minutes, though none of them seemed to believe the Star Lord when he piped in that it was the REAL Captain America. Whatever a "cosplayer" was. Quill would've ordered another burger, but it quickly became time to ditch and head for the club--if only to get Cap and el Diablo a momentary reprieve. Quill was about to give the two of them another round of shit for causing such a scene, until they hit the club's rope line: it was only when the mountain of a man in a black shirt five sizes too small that acted as Bouncer saw Cap that he suddenly smiled, and welcomed them in.

Quill was the last one through, smiling at a young honey that was still trying to talk her way into the door, delaying him for a few moments. The coat girl was even hotter, but she gave him a strange look when he declined to hand over his coat--yet Cap seemed to get no grief for holding onto the shield. Quill muttered until they entered the club proper; the music blasting just funky enough for Star Lord's awesome tastes, his hips instantly grooving this way and that slightly as his gait became part dance at the song that seemed to be about "getting lucky."

Some girl shouted a "Shake ya tailfeather!" at the Duck as they passed her group on the dancefloor, heading towards the back, where the one of them with the peek senses had already found their intended target. The four of them approached the big man's private booth side-by-side-by-side-by ducky side, Quill smiling at the ladies as their attention was piqued. "Hey ladies, take a hike. We need to chat with this guy."

[User]
Howard ran his fingers through the feathers on his head and smiled at the Greek demigod.

"Herc, hate to Quackblock you like this but we need your help. More importantly, the world and the entire universe need your help."

Howard jumped onto the table and held on the lapels of his jacket and padded across the table as he spoke.

"Now we are engaged in a great cosmic war, testing whether that a dude, or any group of dudes so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war by jerks. We here highly resolve that these dudes here shall not die in vain— that this group of dudes, under some weird ass cosmic being, shall have a new birth of awesomeness—and that these dudes fighting for the babes, to get the babes, and keep the babes, shall not perish from this reality!"

[Assistant] A pained expression appeared on Cap's face and he leaned over towards Quill and whispered to him. "Do you know what that meant? He lost me somewhere around the fourth dude."

[User]
Quill couldn't help himself. When the smirk came to his lips, he didn't even fight it, just kept it toned down a bit. Yeah, he liked the duck. Gotta be awesome to use that many dudes correctly in an awesome sentence. With a returned whisper, Quill gave the bad news: "It's a 'babes' thing, dude...you probably wouldn't understand......unless that red head you were with is...?"

And Quill let the question linger, until the beginnings of a hard edge in Cap's eyes gave all the response needed on that note. "...totally get it. Who doesn't like redheads?"

Lord knows I do.

[Assistant]
The women didn't take a hike, in fact they squeezed into Hercules, tighter than ever, afraid that this motley crew of rag tag adventurers would steal away their burly paramour. For his part the Prince of Power eyed the Duck and red-coated figure somewhat suspiciously, until he spotted Captain America and Daredevil lurking in the background, noble heroes and true comrades both. The Demi-God's misgivings about the group dispersed, and so he scooted aside to give the group space to sit. Let it never be said that Hercules was an ungracious host.

"Captain! Sit and. . ." He began, before being cut off by the duck. Usually the Prince of Power would find himself peeved to be interrupted by mere talking fowl, but on this occasion the content of the feathered word smith's speech served as cooling water to the flames of Herc's rage. Admittedly he struggled to follow the exact point the duck was making, but he got the jist. The universe was in need of saving, and Hercules was picked to stand amongst it's champions.

Made sense.

Wine and milfs spilt to the floor as the big man leapt to his feet, a jubilant smile upon his face. Finally, a chance to do some real good again! A labour worthy of song, and one that didn't seem to have any shades of grey to the tale!

"Your words hearten me, bold and noble Duck!" He cried, wrapping his brawny arms around Howard and Quill, squeezing them in a good natured, yet nearly bone breaking hug. "Let us waste no more breath and be on with this quest!" He stepped out of the booth (over the complaining women) and strutted towards the exit, no idea where he was going.

"After all, the universe wont save itself!"

[User] Quill found himself on hands and knees, wincing, gasping, and just able to raise his right index finger into the air before croaking the words, "...right behind you guys."

[Assistant] Bucky sighed heartily and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, and producing his Avengers card. He handed it towards the women who were sat at the table dressed in revealing clothing and plastered in makeup. Cap reached down, grabbed Quill by the arm and lifted him to his feet, before gesturing to Hercules bounding out of the club without so much as a look back at them. "I'm sorry about him, he's usually a really nice guy. Buy yourselves some drinks on Tony Stark and please, please, don't be shy about it. He can more than afford it."


[System]
Nickname: The Shadow or The Phantom (sometimes referred to as Little Kit)
Race: Cerinian, which is basically a human with fox ears and a tail.
Age: 19-20
Gender: Male

Appearance: Itzal has shoulder length white hair, decorated in silver beads (sort of like dreads in some places) and wears a beaded headdress adorn with a red jewel in the middle. He has red eyes, white fox ears and a white fox tail, that is banded with decorative bangles. He also has silver tribal tattoos on his legs and arms, though they usually can't be seen because of his clothes.

Proportionality:
Weight: 105 lbs
Height: 5ft. 1in.
Frame: Thin, slightly muscular.

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Personality: Itzal is extremely compassionate and caring to the ones he loves and trusts, however it he doesn't know someone or doesn't trust someone, he becomes closed and cold to them. He has a strong sense of fighting for what he believes in, to the point he can even be manipulated to fight by others if he believes in the cause. Because of this, he is also willing to sacrifice himself to protect the lives of those closest to him. He can be very emotional and his emotions can sometimes cause him to lose himself if he is not careful. Despite this, he is very gentle and sees all life as precious, something that should be protected no matter what.

Job: Pilot

Fighting Style: Uses an array of martial arts when dealing with hand to hand combat (usually Taekwondo) as well as acrobatics.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Blaster, Magical Staff.

Gadgets: Communication device (basically just a head set), Magic Crystals to power his staff.

Armors/Outfits: Usually wears a skin tight, black catsuit as his uniform, with a silver belt and black knee high boots and a gun holster. The boots actually have a sharp heel that can pierce into skin if needed. His armor is basically just a black gun proof vest.

Weight Class: Medium.

Awakening: Moves or abilities you would never normally have under normal circumstances. Typically extremely powerful.

Pros- Trustworthy, a dependable friend/partner (once he trusts you), good at planning for an attack, good marksmenship (with his staff at least), flexibility, compassion.

Cons- Over Emotional, willing to continue to fight to the bitter end, being untrustworthy of new teammates until he gets to know them, closing himself off when he needs someone, trying to handle everything on his own.

Racial Strengths- The technology from the use of magic, royalty of his home planet, the ability to speak the language of other planets, can sense magic from other beings and sense their family members (like a sixth sense).

Racial Weaknesses- Pacifistic, weak without a magic source, dependent on their magic, cannot use other technology very easily besides their own.

Background: Itzal was one of the princes of the now doomed planet, Cerinia. The planet was destroyed by unknown cause, Itzal and his older brother, Sabre and the rest of his people were killed in the destruction... Or at least that was the case until Itzal found that he had somehow come back to life. However, he found himself on a distant planet with nothing but his name, memories, and staff and has decided to become a pilot after sensing that his brother might be out in the universe somewhere.

[User]
Ferrer entered the examination room quietly, his face very guarded. He looked over the now awakened individuals, and heaved a sigh, his expression relaxing somewhat. He burped into his hand, having wolfed down the steak Cas had given him.

'Excuse me.' He spoke softly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation now taking place. He looked over the newcomers once more, taking note of their body language, their reactions to his entrance, and the ambient energies around each. He understood many of the emotions going through them, having experienced a lot of his own emotional turmoil throughout his lifetime on this planet, and more specifically this island.

His roving eye fell particularly hard on the pair of women who were somewhat entangled. Their energies had touched before, Ferrer could have seen the bond if they were sitting on opposite sides of the room. He chuckled softly. Their being together would hopefully help with their settling in. If, on the other hand they made trouble together...Ferrer looked a little deeper. After a moment, he concluded that he should be able to handle it. He took a seat, still mostly silent.

[Assistant]
"Correction there buddy." Naisha stated at Cassius shaking her head in disagreement." What you describe is known in my world as a normal demon. I'm not a normal demon... this is my body and each sees me like this." She stated, pointing a finger at her horns and her tail." I did what i had to to turn it into demonic one, I can hide it with spells, but I don't want to." She finished her explanation.

 "So basically we all got dragged here from our points of death, by this Clysmian enitity to do who knows what?" She summerized the whole explanation and sighed with a smile, wrapping her arms around Alex's neck once more, bringing herself more into Alex's lap, sitting comfortably in it." Of course you won't find a logical explanation for it... whenever a deity grade entity is involved, things don't make sense. Those... presences or however you would call them operate on their own logic... If this Clsmian wants the sky to turn green it may just..."

 "Why would I want to leave this world and return to a place that's already fated to meet the end times in about two to three years?" Naisha asked eventually with very evil smile on her face." That world will face end times, I have no need to return there. I already killed everyone who caused harm to MY Alex..." Naisha said softly, running a few fingers across the red head's cheek." The end times will deal with those who simply turned their backs at the injustices." She added with a smile." As long as Alex is here, this is where I need and want to be!"

 "Ahh yes... I guess non mages can never fully understand the joy... the pleasure... the thrill of having so much raw power surge through your body, the world obeying your desires. It's like having the power to rul over creation itself." Naisha explained, lickign her lips." But nothing beats the sensation of slowly turning someone's body into charchoal and then to dust. To sense their heart stop, to taste their fear~ you know people who have complexes of being indestructable make for hte best meals~"

 "On the topic of meals... I need raw heart... even animal would do..." Naisha suddenly stated." Actually from now on just whenever meat is involved don't cook it for me. I need it raw and bloody... if the hearts are there even better."

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Monica blinked at Naisha's description. "Like... a Controlled Scientific experiment? Like Alchemy...?" She somewhat pictured Naisha brewing magic at a bench with beakers and chuckled a bit... and then she really thought about it... She just wasn't capable like anyone around her. "Magic sounds a bit dangerous... Which seems why so few are actually capable..." She mused as she set a finger over her lips. "I remember my mother spoke of a women she encountered called 'The Baroness'... There are many stories about her... Buuuut... Every Story has some form on influence in many cultures... On my home world, we simply call her 'Daskra'... It means 'The Beyonder'." She chuckled before setting her cup down, looking at Ferrer and giving a light pet on his head, even if shakily.

"As for your... Demonic being..." Monica scrunched her eyes somewhat, trying to roll "Demonic Being" with ease on her tongue. "I have not the slightest clue... But it sounds like a difference of fundamentals... Like how gravity differs planet to pancake."

"Like how your cooking Differs compared to mine?" Roy smirked.
"Shut up Roy..." Monica glared somewhat. She looked back to the mighty Seraph.

"I also... Know very little about Seraphs such as him... But I just know you're all in very safe company... albeit a bit..." She frowned internally, she pictured Cassius wedged between Ferrer and Roy on what looked like a Pallet, meanwhile her being all alone. Of course this was only when Cassius was younger... "Clingy I want to say...?" Monica chuckled. "Cassius is..." She did not want to seem offensive twords anyone, but... he was out of the room. "He is a bit... Eccentric..." She felt her eyes shift to Maria, then Ferrer, she mentally crawled under her desk as if it were a Fallout shelter.

"By that I mean... He is a REALLY intelligent person, incredibly so... But he is very... stand off like... And so he basically has two glorified... Bodyguards..." She chuckled, almost saying "Pets."

"I thought you were about to call us his boyfriends." Roy joked, somewhat nudging Ferrer... He could just feel Maria glaring through her sunhat, daggers for eyes, and seven times as sharp as diamond.

"Might as well be..." Monica giggled.

"I mean, you were thinking it. Or something like that... Maybe?" Roy smirked as he tilted his head.
"Shouldn't you keep an eye on your boyfriend?" Monica said jokingly.
"He isn't my-"
Monica shoved what was basically a cookie into his mouth... She made sure Roy had the Chocolate, and spared Ferrer it... Last thing she needed to do was prepare anti-diarrhea based medicine.

"Oooh... I forgot to introduce him... This is Ferrer, and Roy. The Stuffed Animal is Roy... This Muscular one... Is Ferrer... So it is hard to mix them up... and I am Monica... A Doctor, and a farmer. But... I will keep in mind you want your food uncooked..." She shuttered. "So... You address Alex like... What is... Are you two..."

Roy coughed. "Lesbiannnns~" Cough.

"Roy." Monica scolded before looking over the red headed women with the cynbernetic arm. "You two are not forgotten about by the way... Just... You're all reaaallly quiet..."

Cassius swayed back in somewhat. He noticed the Felinoid. "There you are. Come to take in the sight? Welcome to Luyay."

[Assistant]
Itzal jumped slightly, realizing he had been noticed.

"Is... This some sort of planet?" He managed to ask, his crimson eyes taking in the grand sunset. "It's... Beautiful regardless..." He muttered, his tail swishing as a sign that he was relaxed. However, he wondered if he should be so relaxed, he still had no regard to where he was, despite how gorgeous and serene it was, and if he was in danger. Not that he could sense any threatening magic around, he heaved a sigh. It couldn't be the afterlife, if it was... His brother would be here as well. He glanced over to Cassius. "What sort of plane is this?" He wondered, more than actually asking straight out. "Are..." He found that he couldn't actually say the phrase "Are we dead?" He felt like a coward for not being able to ask a simple question, even if he didn't want to know the exact answer.

Itzal shook his head, "I suppose I already know the answer though..." He whispered, his ears lowering slightly as he chuckled bitterly.


[System]
Age: 67, looks around 17-18 in human form
Gender: Male
Race: Gashadokuro
Appearance: Yorick is a rather plain-looking young man, with light brown hair and lighter brownish-orange eyes that are often closed or half closed. He has deep bags under his eyes, and always looks like he's sort of angry or ridiculously tired. He's not very tall, standing at around 5'5" and has a rather thin frame for someone his age. He looks quite frail in actuality, like if you poked him he'd fall apart. He wears two bracelets on his wrists, both made of wood and both having a tag hanging from the bottom of it. No matter where he goes, Yorick never takes off his checker patterned black and white scarf.

Personality: As one could judge by Yorick's terrible posture and horrid eyebags, he's a very tired individual. It seems like he can never really get enough sleep, and will often fall asleep during conversations, lectures, and other awkward periods of time. This isn't to say that he can't pay attention, when he is actually awake he's surprisingly attentive. He has a great memory for faces and voices and tends to not forget people that do him a favor or hinder him in some fashion. This leads to him holding grudges for a comedically long time.

There are ways to win back his good favor if you've slighted him, or to just grab his attention very quickly in general. And the best one? Food. Yorick loves food more than he does sleep and seems to have a void for a stomach. Anyone that offers him food immediately becomes one of his favorite people and he will seek to return the favor at some point in the future. He is, at times, comedically deadpan and often doesn't express energy in any way shape or form.

Abilities: Skeleton Physiology: Yorick is a Gashadokuro, and as such, has a form that is quite literally a giant hungry skeleton. To maintain a physical form, Yorick uses the bracelets on his wrists. But when both are removed he is able to show his true self. This self is massive and spews mist from the void in it's ribs, mouth, eyes, and pelvis.

Limb Summoning: While the bracelets that he wears limit him from taking his full form or allowing his form to accidentally slip from his body, he can still summon portions of his actual body to aid him in battle that seemingly form from the purple mist he spews in his full form. He can summon his rib cage which functions as a protective barrier around him and others close to him for protection. When his rib cage isn't active, he can also summon an arm at a time to help him do some damage from a reasonably long distance. Unfortunately, the limits on him do keep his limbs from being as durable as they normally would be, allowing them to be destroyed far easier. He also isn't good at maintaining them, due to the magic of the tags fighting against him. So his limbs and pieces often don't stay out for longer than a few minutes.

Ear Ringing: While this isn't a very strong ability, nor is it a very practical one, when Yorick wants to target someone in particular he stares at them and makes their ears ring. This doesn't work on most powered humans or youkai, and pretty much only works in a guaranteed fashion on regular old humans.

Bottomless Stomach: Yorick can eat a lot and still be hungry for more. And unfortunately, as he's begun to realize, the more he eats the more hungry he becomes. However, he's also not particularly picky and will eat a lot of things which most would consider repulsive. Of course, he has his limits, but he's far beyond the human sense of edibility. He can also store things in his stomach and regurgitate them, which he only particularly does with things he thinks are very important, because the sensation is, quote, "unpleasant", unquote.

Skills: Xylophone Player

Immaculate Memory: Yorick has a quite good memory, and can remember tons of tiny details. He also remembers things said to him as he's asleep.

Great Facial and Vocal Recognition

Regurgitation: Yorick can upchuck pretty much anything he swallows with ease, he just doesn't quite enjoy the feeling so he prefers to not do it.

Equipment: Scarf, bracelets, various food items, back-up tags.

Brief Backstory: It was rather apparent to Yorick's parents from his birth that he would require limiting to fully grasp the range of his power. Around the age of five he was bound with the help of an onmyouji in the Imaginary District with two arm bangles. After that, he was enrolled into a local school to help him build relationships and get used to functioning on a scehdule, even if it would cause him to be so tired.

As he grew older, he grew more and more accustomed to the limiters that he wore to the point where he could actually display his abilities. Upon finding this out, his father nudged him towards joining the Miura Youth Organization. Yorick didn't particularly agree with this, but quickly decided to join up after his father forcibly pushed him out of their home with a large skeletal finger.

[User]
Akio Haritama

 The sun beat down on Akio Haritama as he made his way home from school, music blasting out of his earbuds and sweat forming on his forehead. Today was like any other, and he was looking forward to getting home and finishing The Republic, which was currently bouncing around his book bag as he jogged down the street. He took a deep breath in, and ran his arm against the top of his head, stopping any sweat from dripping down his face. This was typically Akio's favorite part of the day, as it gave him a chance to clear his mind and just turn off for a while.

 He was particularly caught off guard however, when the world around him began to darken and quickly turn pitch black, causing him to sharply exhale in shock, before his reality began to shine brighter than any light he'd ever seen. He closed and covered his eyes, wondering briefly, if he had suddenly died, perhaps from an aneurysm or some other horrible potentiality, and that if this was his brain's way of experiencing its own end. He felt the ground below him contort, as if it was turning inside out, before he began to plummet through the air.

 As quickly as it happened, it stopped, and he felt his body sitting on the pavement. He opened his eyes, and quickly saw that the world around him was back to its proper state, but something was off. The city around him felt like everything had shifted or changed in some unperceivable way. He rose to his feet, and rubbed his temples, "Did I just have a seizure?" He asked himself, trying to understand exactly what happened to him. He glanced around, and was shocked at what he saw further down the street.

 In front of him, the street quickly dipped off into a crater, rubble and debris littering the sidewalk and road. He coughed and staggered towards the destruction," Did a bomb go off? Is that what just happened?" He asked in horror as he saw buildings with large holes now blown through them, and at the epicenter of all of this, he perceived what somehow managed to become the strangest and most frightening thing he'd seen today.

 He saw a woman who he could only assume to be partaking in some unfathomable mixture of cosplay and domestic terrorism. He saw spiraling horns protruding from her head, and ears pointed like an elf's. She was dressed like an Oni from the fairytales he was read as a child, and as he neared her, he saw that her pupils were slits, and her irises blood red. He stood, around 10 feet away from her, and called out.

 "Um, excuse me, ma'am." He started, unsure of how safe this woman was, "D-did you cause this destruction? What the hell just happened?" He asked, his skin crawling with an indiscernible miasma of fear and intrigue. His heart was pounding, his body in an exasperated state from the combination of things that had just happened.

[Assistant]
~Shina~

"Um, excuse me, ma'am. D-did you cause this destruction? What the hell just happened?"

Just when she thought it was over and she was alone, someone else made their presence known. One of her ears twitched, head snapping to look at the speaker, mouth turned downwards into a scowl revealing her teeth. She hadn't initially sensed the...boys presence. Who was he, exactly? She had no idea, but in her current state all she could think of was that he was goddamn rude for talking to her in such a manner. That said, he wasn't so dumb as to rudely approach her, keeping his distance at a safe ten feet or so. Not entirely completely rude, then. Still, she didn't like his weak-ass attitude. It pissed her off, really. Anyone with some amount of courage wouldn't just stand ten feet away.

Her blood was already boiling from that disappointing fight. She wanted more. Craved more. This weak looking little thing in front of her wasn't helping. The thought about going somewhere and calming down for a bit, was completely gone. That said, she likely wasn't going to be getting her fight out of this kid. He looked weak. Incredibly so, and he probably wouldn't be any fun to brawl with. Not to mention, he was afraid.

He was nothing but a wimp. She had enough of those for today, and she really wanted to see someone smashed beneath her mace.

"I dunno who you are kiddo," Her mouth suddenly turned upwards into an eager grin, eyes locking onto the boy as her Kanabo was hefted onto her shoulders. "But that dumb wimpy face of yours is pissin' me off." She picked up one of the unconscious bodies near her feet...and tossed it towards Akio. The body slammed into the ground in front of him, rolling to a halt before his feet. "I've beat up my fair share of weaklings today, and I really don't feel like holdin' back any more so I hope you're not with these guys...or you're gettin' sent back in pieces."

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Interacting with @Rune_Alchemist
Akio Haritama
 Akio flinched back as the woman swung a massive piece of iron over her shoulders, and yelped as the body was thrown towards him. He gave a heavy swallow, and knelt down, checking the body's pulse, and to his relief finding the man to be very much alive. He then froze as he saw that his ears and horns were actually a part of his head. He took a step back and looked back up at her as she said, "I've beat up my fair share of weaklings today, and I really don't feel like holdin' back any more so I hope you're not with these guys...or you're gettin' sent back in pieces.".

 His heart skipped a beat and he looked between her and the body, "No, no Ma'am!" He said, finding it best to stay respectful, "I've never even seen anyone like this before!" He said, his tone bordering on frantic, as he launched into expositing himself." I must've blacked out from the heat, and then I woke up and the street was like this, and you were here." He said, rubbing his hands together nervously.

 He looked at her in fear, his skin crawling as he began to internalize that these things were real monsters. He felt weak, powerless, and lost as the foundations he'd built for his understanding of the world seemed to topple in the face of this creature. Fiction and reality intermingled in ways he never previously considered possible. If monsters existed, what else could?

 His mouth was dry, at a total loss for words at the situation. He considered it unlikely that he'd be able to outrun a monster like this, given by how easily she seemed to trounce on the several bodies that laid at her feet. The only thing he could think to do was bow at her, and try to save himself through a search for pity. "I'm sorry if I've upset you! I'm just so thrown off by this entire situation." He trembled out. "My name is Akio Haritama, Please don't eat me." He added, obviously showing the epitome of tact.

[Assistant]
Saying that Yorick had a long day would be somewhat the overstatement from his perspective. He was woken up rather forcibly by his father quite early on in the morning because he knew that if his son had something to do, letting him get up at a normal hour wasn't going to be enough time allotted for him to do so. And so, groaning, Yorick managed to get himself dressed and shuffle out of the door.

After stopping at least three different spots to sit down and snack, Yorick remembered that there was a meeting today that he'd need to attend. Between his brief nods off he decided that it would be a good idea to head to the building and settle down there. He'd been late to several meetings previously and knew that it wouldn't look good if he showed up late again after having woken up so early. And so, following that line of logic, Yorick ended up asleep underneath a table in the meeting room. With a messenger bag stuffed with snacks, no less.

Even after the Organization's leader had entered, he had taken no notice and was still steadily asleep underneath the piece of furniture. It was only as the others began to show up and make a ruckus as they did that Yorick even began to stir. Immediately realizing that the voices were that of his coworkers, he shot up in attempts to signal that he was, in fact, there. ...while...still underneath the table. Yorick paid for the lack of attention he paid to his surroundings. He headbutted the table above him with a loud thud, taking the table off the ground for a few seconds before he reared back and put his hands on his forehead.

"Ow. I-i'm here. I wasn't asleep, I swear."


[System]
Title: Burning Heart
Age: 16
Nationality: Japanese
Bio:
Suzuya was a girl who just wanted to start a school book club in her hometown of Miso when everything changed for. Staring down at a sheet of signatures, it's lack of any such names due entirely to her failure to ask anyone, she missed the bus that would not have just taken her home, but altered the entire course of her life.

She was pulled from her fugue of self recrimination by a plea for help. An eerie, enchanting nose that evoked concern in her, pulling her from the bus stop as though she could make up for her social failings with a single act of compassion for her fellow man. Following the persistent cries lead her to an alley, where rather then a woman in distress she found a hyena like Pageless, braying with laughter amidst the cries of young girls, their voices mimiced by a beastial maw that reared back in an unkind smile. Terror crushed her in a vicegrip as the Pageless proved but one of many, claws raking across brickwork as they crawled down walls from rooftops and rose as though pulled from the shadows for the prospect of prey.

Her story would have ended like countless others had there not been a savior pursuing the monsters, one that Suzuya never learned the name of. A hand clenched around her shoulder and hurled her away against the flank of a horse black as the night with a mane made of roaring flame. A Magical Girl clad in the heavy armor of a Samurai barred the way between her and the horde of Pageless, Suzuya glimpsing a face that was serene even as she struck her steed's flank and sent it galloping away with Suzuya curling herself upon it, abject horror and shock leaving her clinging like a lamprey even as it's fierce gallop shook her with every bound.

The waning light of day had given way to night when the horse stopped, a mournful noise issuing forth before it flickered away like paper caught alight, dropping it's burden and a Grimoire to the careworn streets of Miso's outskirts. Suzuya took up this book, feeling the Grimoire connect to her, an understanding passing between them that this was the Samurai's, and now it was hers.

A fire had been reported in Miso City that night, devouring abandoned tenements with not a soul in sight, but Suzuya knew better. She was still clutching the Grimoire to her chest when the first Magical Girls came to her home days later, telling her of the Grand Ministry and passing along to her parents the news she'd been selected for a foreign exchange student program that would offer her prestigious accolades on her student records.

Suzuya packed her bags quietly, her life in freefall and changing faster then she had ever feared or dared to hope, and into the center of her Grimoire she left the folded form of a book club that hadn't been, a book mark in a literal sense. The tome was a weight on her chest, the burden of expectation she had shied away from once already. Her hands cradled the spine even as she ached to set it down, but she wouldn't let herself turn from this responsibility.

She would carry this weight, and each day, little by little, the fire it stoked would remain outside her transformation. Or so she hoped.

Heiki monogatari - Tale of Tomoe Gozen
Classification: Fable
Description: The Onna Musha, Warrior Woman, Tomoe Gozen was a devoted wife to her husband Yoshinori. So much so, rather then stay behind to defend their home, she fought beside him on the battlefield. A real life figure mixed with legend, rumors who have made her origin and ending fluid to the reader's preferences.

What is held in certainty was that she was an exceptional warrior, master of the bow and the traditional woman's weapon of the Naginata, yet was said to favor the katana traditionally only allowed to samurai. She had the strength and skill matching a thousand men, and led an army just as large into battle alongside her husband. Her stories end comes with that of her husband's, as his successes mixed with incompetent leadership, resulting in his own family turning upon him out of jealousy.

Their armies slaughtered till Tomoe Gozen stood amidst a party of six, they were faced with a vast host and her husband ordered she retreat. Whether it was an act of love or a desire not to be shamed dying besides a woman is up to interpretation, but she refuses and charges the armies.

A heart that burns with life, that primal spirit that buoys all to greatness.
With blade in hand she sang her story into the page's of fable and history, she cleaved the heads of her foes even as her husband lost his own.
Monkhood. Revenge. A tapestry of conclusions woven by countless lines of ink on paper.
And a head unbowed, always.

Abilites:
Onna Musha- Though not Samurai themselves, a woman of Japan was expected to defend themselves and their homes. Tomoe Gozen went a step beyond by taking to the field, and bore the burden of carrying added arms upon her person. This takes the form of Suzuya drawing weapons from her tails, the traditional tools of the era settling easy in her hands with skill of the original Tomoe Gozen flowing through her.

Strength of Heart- Suzuya is a shy, uncertain girl, but upon transforming she is suffused with a confidence entirely unknown to her. It makes her brave beyond measure, pushing forward to cut down her enemies and stand against the injustices of the world.

Honor Through Head Taking- The old belief that the head must be washed and honored for a soul to pass peacefully into the afterlife. By cleaving the heads of Pageless, Suzuya's heart beats faster, till her body is wreathed in the fires of her passion. A temporary but stacking increase in power embodying Tomoe Gozen's fearlessness in open warfare against overwhelming odds.

Peerless Horsemaster- UNAVAILABLE. Tomoe Gozen's greatest feats were accomplished on horse back, capable of guiding a steed over the harshest terrain and slay enemies at full gallop without sacrificing any of her dexterity. The grimoire summons a steed worthy of her legend, but Suzuya is unable to mount the horse till it accepts her holding the grimoire.

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--The Verdict--

@Ponn @Villamvihar

Though the verdict request was quite rhetorical, Lumiere wasn't surprised by the blonde's answer, in fact, she expected it, she was Ethereal Rose after all. The seraph didn't reply directly though, for the Pageless already did more than enough to show just how feasible it was to engage diplomacy with these creatures. Aye, try talking to something that was both non-sapient and actively malicious, it'd go as well as attempting to pet a rabid fox. Also as expected, Lady of the Lake and Captain Goodhope's reactions were more inline to what was proper, through these things might seem obvious, one must also remember that these girls were quite new compared to herself, inarguably so for Nessie, this being only her third day since a grimoire came to her. Again, the Pageless unwittingly answered the redhead's question. Truly, there was only one way to deal with dangerous pests, extermination.

Lumiere took a step float back to let her students deal with the trapped Pageless as according to their verdicts. The Witch of Loch Ness commanded the aquatic aspect of the storm to form a veritable spear of water as it was flung into the clawed reaper's chest. At the same time, the Captain of the Flying Dutchman seemed to awaken... something within her core. Lumiere's veil and dress fluttered in the chaotic winds and if the angel could feel the blossoming radiance of hope from the twintailed blonde, she didn't show it, content to just stay in the background. And then in happened, a burst of thunderous power as Goodhope commanded the ionic aspect of the hurricane to summon multiple bolts of lightning.

Fortunately for Lumiere, being blinded by light was never an issue, for the Light of God could never be outshone.

Between the aqua lance and hail of lightning, the already-wounded Pageless was turned inside-out, utterly destroyed down to the last atom. Another foe of mankind put down, as it should.

The seraph returned her obelisks to form into wings behind her back after, feeling the foreboding atmosphere clearing up following the alpha pageless's demise. "Excellent work, girls, you have done well." She gave an appreciate nod at each of them, Ethereal Rose & Xolys, Captain Goodhope, and Lady of the Lake, all received one, "We complement each other's abilities and as mankind have shown us throughout our history, camaraderie is the greatest tool that we have, against any and all odds, remember that you're never alone."

She paused for a moment to let her words sink in before turning her gaze to another part of her English metropolis, "Speaking of which, let's see if our comrades need assistance." before accelerating toward the other patrol squad's location, expecting her own squad to follow suit.

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@Villamvihar@Sonnambula

In apparent response to Olivia's musings, the captive Pageless lunged in her direction, the resulting glow as it struck Lumiere's radiant barrier allowing the blonde beauty to catch a glimpse of the twisted visage beneath the creature's tattered cloak. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, more fascinated than frightened. "Are you actually a zombie?" she inquired as she studied what little of the creature's corpse-like features she could perceive. Unfortunately for the overly inquisitive maiden, her companions were far less interested in the idea of a possible Q&A session with what was obviously a being of pure hate and malice. Not wasting any time, the impetuous Lady of the Lake conjured a massive spear out of the surrounding rain water and drove it into the heart of the captive Pageless. Olivia was slightly taken aback by the suddenness of the attack, but that was nothing compared to her shock at what happened next…

With a surprised gasp, Olivia's grip on Xolys tightened as a mighty gust of wind tore through the group, blowing her azure gown and golden tresses behind her. However, this was not the work of the still-contained Pageless, but rather one of their own number. They could all feel it, a swirling vortex of arcane power, centered on Captain Goodhope. Being closest to her, Olivia was able to hear the maritime maiden, who had until now remained silent, her eyes closed in prayer, give voice to a soft whisper. An instant later, the girl's Grimoire manifested in midair before her, its gilded cover shining like the beacon of a lighthouse. Taking hold of it, Wilhelmina employed the tome's noticeably heightened powers to conjure what was essentially a miniature hurricane, which, combined with Nessie's aqua spear, rapidly tore the captive Pageless to shreds.

"Goodness me!" Olivia exclaimed. "That was amazing Helmi!" she told her friend excitedly. "And so very intense!"

Lumiere proceeded to commend the team on their performance, after which Olivia gave the angelic girl a brilliant smile. "Thank you very much!" she told her team leader. "And I don't think I'll ever forget that," she added, gazing up at her eldritch consort. "Not with darling Xolys at my side!" At Lumiere's suggestion that they check up on Camelot's team, the otherworldly beast in question pivoted to fly after the silver-haired seraph, paying careful attention to ensure that his two passengers were safely secured. "I wonder if they encountered a Pageless as well…" Olivia mused aloud. If so, she was very curious to learn what it looked like, although whatever it was, she had no doubt that it wouldn't pose any threat to a team led by so strong and experienced a Magical Girl as Camelot.


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T a k a r a

Personal Dossier

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加藤財

Age

15

Origin

Tokyo

Physical Description

A short girl by trade, Takara stands at an astounding 4'8". Her eyes are a simple brown, but they're a bit big for her face. All around, she is plain on the outside. Beyond this, a Chinese ancestry shows subtly in her chin and nose among an otherwise pure Japanese face.

Her body is stronger than it looks, especially given her short stature. Her width is obvious, but there's a certain discipline to it that's evident. Takara's legs are exceptionally strong, having trained them for an optimal Tachi-ai. On top of this, she is faster than she looks, and tends to be slightly stronger than most kids her age.

Characterization

Brave
Careless
Dumb
Dreamer
Hard Worker
Optimistic
Solipsistic
Super Secretly Cynical
Personal History

Takara was born to Katō Yuuta and Miho, a semi-famous Sumo wrestler and a teacher, respectively. She has a strong relationship with both of her parents, and while she admires her father more, she feels that she knows her mother better.

When she was young, Takara wanted to pursue her father's career choice of wrestler, though between her quirk and the traditional rules of Sumo, that was out of the question from the start. While her father didn't exactly approve, he liked having his daughter look up to him and taught him what he felt he could. She received some minor bullying because of it, but her Sumo moves allowed her to make quick work of most opponents, and she quickly became respected by her youngest peers. Her tough (stubborn) spirit and her heroic (hot-headed) attitude were traits she had been given by her father, and she used them often. Little Takara, unfortunately, only realized that it was a pipe dream when she was twelve.

After that, she died down a little bit. She got through school fine enough without much incident except from a less-than-a-few less-than-favorable grades. Her worst offense was sneaking off to see an underground Sumo event. Her mother scolded her for obvious reasons, but she understood well enough and helped Takara where she needed it. Through Takara's slump, her mother helped her and is the sole reason that Takara enrolled at Ishin Academy. Studying for it was harsh, and she would have preferred one of the "nicer" schools, but she figured that if she couldn't make her parents proud through Sumo, she'd make them proud by being a hero, and so she put in the work to study. She was a little slow, and had to really work at understanding the concepts, but combined with the help of her mother and more than a few weeks of working at it, she managed to scrape together enough of an understanding to get in. Barely.

Character Development & Conceptualization

As she is now, Takara's one of those kids who has only one real interest and that's all she knows how to talk about. Her identity is focused on one big aspect, Sumo, but at the root of this obsession is a fear of disappointing others, or even worse, disappointing herself. She shifts this lens onto becoming a hero in an attempt to make sense of it without calling her motives into question, and as a result, she boils things down to a simple game.

Takara has yet to mature enough to the point of understanding that other people don't share her motives. She believes that if she wants something, everyone wants it and it's right. She has poor teamwork skills and tries to take the lead, but her lack of wit makes her less than optimal for such a role. She works hard but hardly works, only putting in any real amount of effort if she thinks it'll benefit her in some way. Those who openly disagree with her earn her ire. Her dimwitted nature combined with her bullheadedness means that she is constantly at odds with figures of authority. Worse still, the girl has yet to develop the self-awareness required to realize that she projects herself onto others.

Her desire to take on competitors in Sumo, coupled with her careless attitude and her sinkhole optimism, see Takara wanting to take on any and all challengers. She does not consider such big concepts like her duties to humanity, she does not quite register that saving lives is an important and morbid reality of the hero, nor does she consider that stopping a villain is a moral dilemma that could have bigger implications than simply winning. Her actions are rooted in her own desire for glory and sportsmanship above all else, and she does not quite grasp the risk of the world. Heroes and villains are just sides to take (wrestlers to cheer on), she figures, and she does not think of the moral implications of a thought like that. The words of bad guys and good guys is showmanship and little else in her mind. Takara has yet to develop an identity outside of Sumo, and this is the only lens she is capable of seeing the world through.

As time goes on, Takara is intended to mature past these views. Ideally, she sees the error of her ways and learns to practice her brain as much as her body, or at the very least accepts that the reigns of command be handed over to someone else. Instead of looking inside and calling it outside, she will learn to separate the two things and think about the impacts of her actions. Most importantly, she will learn that Sumo isn't the only aspect of her which exists, nor is it even the most important aspect - she will learn that there is more to a person's actions than mere showmanship, perhaps jading her worldview a bit.
Abilities & Talents

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Quirk Type

Transformation

Quirk Description

Matroyshka allows Takara to disconnect her upper and lower body from one another, allowing a secondary, smaller, Takara to come out. This Second Takara can do the same thing. The Third one, however, is too small to contain another Takara, and despite Takara's best efforts, cannot seem to open her up. Doing this is painless, but she frequently finds her midsection cramping, and she has some spinal problems from it.

Each of these mini-Takaras are like a pinky toe in terms of control. They are incapable of acting autonomously, and will stand around doing nothing unless Takara concentrates on animating them. Recombining her upper and lower body is a taxing feat on its own, and there is some hollow space within her (as a result, she can hide small objects inside of her). She can make the the mini-Takaras move, but like her pinky toe, she can only make it move if she moves her other parts too. As an extension of her body, she can see/hear/smell/taste/feel/etc. what her miniatures do, but it is often disorientating for her to decipher what is going on.

A side-effect of this Quirk is that each of the mini-Takaras require just as much nourishment as the big Takara. Gaining weight is difficult for her, and she is essentially eating for three people. The more weight she is able to gain, the bigger they grow, and she suspects that if she were to eat enough, she could grow a fourth Takara. Strangely, her physiology is fine (if not odd in its arrangement). When she is not controlling them, they "fall asleep" in the same way as a foot, and she has to stretch them to prevent that prickly feeling which occurs during such an incident.

Oddly enough, when she sneezes, all of her miniatures sneeze with her.

Other Talents & Attributes

* Takara can Cook A Mean Chankonabe. That's about it.
* Takara knows a lot of Sumo Moves. She is a decent fighter because of this, but even more than that, uses her vast knowledge of Sumo to formulate her strategies and adapt in a physical confrontation.
* Takara is Tough. Really, she can take a pretty hefty punch for a 4'8" 15 year old.

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th

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Hanamura Daiki let out a cat like yawn and stretched his arms over his heads, which caused a soft rattling noise to come out of Daiki throat. He wasn't yawning due boredom or exhaustion but out of stress.

"I made it, I actually made it." Daiki gasped, amazed by not only himself but at Ishin. He knew of this school reputation, but he didn't actually think he would make it this far with his unimpressive quirk. Daiki knew he was undeserved Of U.A. and even Ishin to be quite frank. But they made it, thus Ishin sees something inside him and his quirk that he doesn't, and he wants to figure that out himself. Daiki was a nobody in the grand scheme of things. An orphan from Aomori with no hero connections or anybody important really, and with a quirk that isn't exactly hero material but it proven itself enough for Ishin to take him into their revered ranks as a Hero Student.

Crap, I'm tearing up.

Daiki's eyes started to water as he walked his way down the hall. The cat tailed youth didn't waste any time on hanging outside talking to strangers, he has three years to make allies and friends here. He won't if he gets kicked out for being late to the assembly. He knew of Ishin's harsh punishments. Daiki knew how to avoid trouble, although he was taught so in by an unorthodox manner.

Daiki arrived to his designated seating area. Still with watery eyes. So far there was only a few scattered students. The most outstanding student appearance wise was a girl with blue tentacle like hair. Does she have an aquatic-type quirk? Daiki was gonna talk to her but he looked indecent with his eyes as watery as they were right now. So he sat his butt down a few seats away from the girl and started wiping away at the tears in his eyes. It would take a few moments.

But he was just so happy to make this far and he won't let anybody shame his joy.

[Assistant] //(Wait)