[System]
Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

[User]
Victoria carefully sat herself up to converse better with Vail as he informed her that he would meet her every third night at midnight here. She would have to mark it on the calendar with a V for Vail. As for Spencer she didn't have a plan yet. "No…but I plan on luring him into a false sense of security. I'll ask him to come here and I will sign the pre-nup he wants so badly. Then we'll shoot him in the heart with that pretty new gun of mine." She told him as she squinted in the darkness to just about make out his face. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness well.

She told herself that this was all just business. She gave her blood to him in return for his help in dispatching Spencer. And then forever more he would have her as a treat every 3 days. But that would eventually pose a problem to any future husbands, they'd see all the bite marks over her body. It made her think she was going to have to remain alone. She couldn't join the Order if they thought she was a vampire sympathiser. She couldn't marry a normal human. Her options were quite limited in that respect. Having only Vail for company on a night a couple times a week would be her only interaction with a male that she would have. Until he grew tired of the same blood every time he fed, which wasn't likely. And it wasn't like she could go back on her word or run away, he would probably hunt her down.

Victoria sighed. "Very well. Every third night at midnight…here." She confirmed the details with him before he would eventually make his escape. She slowly rose to her feet, holding the wound on her side underneath her shirt. "I'll make the arrangements for our next meet." She moved toward the door as she could see better in the dark. She contemplated the fact she was now trapped in this bargain. She just hoped her blood did not weaken too quickly over the course of their secret affair. She felt quite tired and would no doubt fall asleep until the mid afternoon tomorrow. Not that her mother would notice as the first thing she did in the morning was scramble for a drink and spend the whole day fumbling around the house barking orders at the staff for absurd errands. Such a happy life, Victoria led.

"I do hope you enjoyed yourself, Lord Hygrace..?" A silly question to ask as no doubt he did enjoy himself. But as to which part he enjoyed more to was what intrigued her. She may as well exchange pleasantries.

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When Victoria answered his question, Vail nodded thoughtfully. It would take plenty of careful planning for them to pull off the murder of a member of the Wynter family. Of course she wouldn't have the entire plot laid out already. His role in it wouldn't be very easy either. He would have to find a way to catch Spencer by surprise—no simple task when the other vampire had just as sensitive of a nose as he did. He was going to have to spend the next few days thinking of ways to trap his rival. The thought nearly made him shake his head. It felt strange to switch from hunting humans to scheming against one of his own kind. However, he'd already agreed to be a part of the murder, and he'd already received part of his payment in the form of the Lady's blood. He couldn't back out from it now.

As Victoria rose from the lounge chair, Vail did as well. He felt much better now that his craving for her essence had been satisfied. His mind was sharp and his body was enriched. Better yet, he wouldn't have to worry about suffering from withdrawals again until she inevitably passed. As long as he could keep feeding on her every three days, he would stave off the fatigue and ill symptoms that usually forced him out of the manor to hunt. The next few years of his life would be fulfilling indeed.

Carefully, Vail followed Victoria through the dark house to the front door, as it had come time for them to part ways. All that was left was for him to make it back to the Hygrace estate without being caught by a member of the Order. Enough time had passed that he felt fairly confident he would make the short journey with no trouble. Humans were an impatient species, after all. The Saint who had been prowling about earlier was likely long gone by now. Since no one else among the hunters knew his face—at least, no one that he was aware of—he would have an easy stroll back through the streets of London.

"Of course," he said amusedly when the Lady asked if he had enjoyed himself. "I did get what I came here for, even though it wasn't quite how I expected." Forming a pact with the heiress of the Crest household hadn't even been a thought in his head before tonight. Plans often had a funny way of changing though.

Upon arriving at the door, Vail reached for the handle to pull it open. He could be a gentleman sometimes, when he felt like it. As he waited for Victoria to pass through first, a smirk tugged at his lip and he couldn't stop himself from whispering in her ear: "My question to you is, did you enjoy yourself?" It was a peculiar ask, even to him, since the answer should have been obvious. However, the sound of her feminine giggle still echoed in the back of his head. He wanted to know why she had reacted in such an interesting way.

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At least he was a gentleman enough to get the door for her but before she could thank him, his voice whispering into her ear caught her completely off guard. She almost jumped out of shock at how close it was to her and she wasn't expecting him to make such a teasing move on his way out. It sent a tingle down her spine. She wasn't quite sure how to answer it as she felt her cheeks swell with blood and pheromones rise. She could lie and say she didn't enjoy it if she felt too stubborn to actually admit she liked it like a sick fetish. She wasn't really experienced in anything like this much less what kinks existed. She would be considered plain ol' vanilla.

"I- I.." She started with a shaky voice, she was once again nervous in his close proximity. "So what if I did enjoy it..?" She exhaled heavily. "Is that a problem?" She asked a little defensively. She didn't want to seem too into Vail but she couldn't really lie and deny what she thought and felt. He had heard her giggle. He had probably smelled her pheromone levels. He could definitely sense the blood rush in her cheeks. How could she not enjoy it? She'd never been touched like that in her life. And probably never would again if Vail weren't feeding on her. It was her only excitement lately. She didn't have leisurely activities as she trained and studied hard every day for the mission, she'd set for herself.

Although she did wonder why he asked her that question? Why would he care if she enjoyed it or not, he had gotten his fill and he needn't make small talk after it. She took a couple of steps out of the summer house into the moonlight where the light bounced off her hair and the bushy curly tail tied up. She turned back around to look at Vail exit the wooden lodge. "Why do you ask?" She couldn't resist asking him why he asked her. She just had to know before he ventured off into the night. Why linger around her more than he had to? Surely, he had to get back to is manor quickly and quietly as possible. If he didn't even want the lantern on, someone could still hear their voices. Perhaps on their next meet, she could set some tea out to enjoy before the donation of blood. She needed to be quite hydrated in readiness for him to drain her and even enjoy the taste more as it would flow more easily. Tonight and the previous feed, she wasn't expecting him to feed on her but now she could prepare for it each time. And who knows, they may even become...friends?

[Assistant]
Vail's smirk widened into a broad grin when Victoria became flustered by his question. She was always acting so tough and cocky whenever they crossed paths. He enjoyed knowing that he could still get underneath her skin with the right words. Besides that, he found their occasional banter fun. Lighthearted conversation wasn't commonly found among his kind, and he suspected their longevity slowly sapped away their senses of humor. He'd even fallen victim to the melancholy, to some degree. However, he liked to think he had a bit more of a personality when compared with the rest of his stoic family; a tribute of his persistence to attend human events like the Lady's party. He hadn't turned into an emotionless monster quite yet.

Additionally, a part of him liked knowing that she had enjoyed becoming his prey. There was just something about hearing the pleasure in her voice that thrilled him in a different way than the hunt usually did. He wasn't yet sure why, but there was no denying the feeling was there; an exhilarating sensation when he felt her heartbeat quicken and a breathy moan escape her lips. Just thinking about it again excited him. He couldn't wait to return in three days to do it all again.

At her defensive question, Vail shrugged. "No," he answered simply. Far from it, he was rather pleased that she had admitted to enjoying his feeding upon her. He waited in the doorway until she exited the house before following her into the brisk night. Of course, she couldn't let him get away without asking one more query—one that he decided he didn't want to answer openly. Though he knew how he felt about it, he didn't want her to interpret his enjoyment as something more sinister or strange than it actually was.

"Am I not allowed to be curious?" he asked, turning the question back on her in avoidance. "I've never had a Lady react like you before… It was intriguing." Meeting her gaze in the dark, he supposed he could bother to give her a little more of a window into his thoughts. "It wasn't unpleasant though."

With that, he offered Victoria a devilish smile and bowed to her customarily. "Goodnight, My Lady," he said softly as he departed into the surrounding trees.


[System]
RANK: Ensign
DEPARTMENT, POSITION: Support, Black market trader (although the ship lists him as a security officer)
RACE: Human
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male

SHORT BIO: Coming out of a planet on the edge of union territory, Christian never had the easiest time getting by. His whole life he was surrounded by the poorest and rudest of beings in the universe. He saw his fair share of shady deals go down and through this built a network of traders in the black market. Whenever he needed anything, or a close friend did he was the guy who could get it far faster than any official could, and generally at higher quality too. Problem was that he was pricier. He began to make a name for himself and built an interplanetary network that reached into the heart of the union, and he made his way hitchhiking around the union territory grabbing the illegal or rare items he needed before a captain decided his... connections would be useful for his ship and crew. Ever since then he's been masquerading as a security guard on the scouting ship, while handling all of their relations to an underground criminal market operations.
PERSONALITY: Growing up in one of the shittiest (can we swear?) planets, not much scares him. He grew up with guns and knives pointed at him. He's slow to trust but loyal to anyone that he deems a friend. He has a strangely optimistic view of most people despite his upbringing. He doesn't take threats seriously, other than those of his crew mates. He's a bit trigger happy as well, not truly valuing the lives of anyone he doesn't trust. At least he knows who not to mouth off to.
TALENTS:Diplomacy in general. He can fake being posh and noble, as well as getting along with street rats
Decent aim
Can find a place to stay in almost any city, quality not guaranteed to be good
FLAWS: He is a bit too ready to take a life
His mood can change very fast depending on the topic of conversation. His past isn't really up for public review.

I fully understand if this character idea is also not too fitting for this RP. But I made it based off of the whole "However, because the ship really doesn't need another reprimand on its record" part of the description. Again, I might just be too eager after finishing firefly just last week.

[User]
"We'll see, won't we?" Roy said as he hovered an electronic device over the injured area, an x-ray. Through it a in depth view of the bones could be seen. The doctor gave it a long look, just to make sure he was certain what he was looking at. Then he spoke in a reassuring tone, his eyes looking up to find Malory gazing off towards something.

"Well, the good news is that it is just a dislocation. Should be fine as long as you avoid any more fights and rest the arm enough." He added, then carefully grasped the shoulder bones and gentle maneuvered it, having done the same action many times before to previous patients of his.

"The pain should subside, though if you want I can prescribe you some relievers for the pain. Just take it easy, no more fights, doctor's orders." He said.

[Assistant]
An unusually firm hand laid what felt like a bear's grip on Ensign Mallory's shoulder, squeezing the dislocated joint.

"Hey Christian. Stop acting like you're going to fucking case the joint and come help me with something."

Turning around, he would notice his superior officer was carrying an armful of protein and granola bars, Snickers, Babe Ruths, 3 Musketeers, and (most appropriately of all) Milky Ways. Behind her was a service cart loaded up with box after box of the same, hundreds if not thousands of energy-intensive candy bars packed with carbs and sugars. She chewed on a partially opened Snickers, handling it like one of her cigars. Presumably she wanted him to push the cart.

"What, are you deaf Mallory? I said now, ya big baby."

Kal said it sternly, meaning Mallory didn't have much of a choice in the matter. You see, the boss lady was more than aware of the illicit business he conducted at port and aboard the ship. It was hard to fool the eyes and ears of a super-soldier, but thankfully for the Ensign, anything that may have constituted a potential breach of protocol aboard the ship didn't seem to bother her if it didn't involve a smoking gun barrel or a bare-knuckles fist-fight. She let him do his business unmolested whether he realized it or not, and even kept a secret from the others, but such patience had its limits...

[User]
Amy watched silently as events escalated in the server room. She made sure to stay clear of everyone's way, but she felt like pulling her sidearm and bellowing for those fighting to leave. The thought of using her Deck to call the Administrative head down to get everyone out echoed in her head, but the thought disappeared as some of the worse of the idiots in the room left. The assistant N-N poked his head in to see what had happened, but quickly disappeared.

"Tawha eth kafuc didi yathe od ot eth raserve?" She mumbled to herself, before shaking her head. "While authority is here, I need to ask in the next staff meeting that the damn fucking keycard security be updated! Only the networkers and higher rankers are supposed to have access into here." Amy shook her head. "And by the way, the servers are still up. While the servers being down would help them cool, they need to be up or we'll have a mob at our door again." She tapped on her Deck, which was beeping with every message she got. "You know what, this is it." With a groan, she rapidly typed out a message and sent it out on the shipwide network.

All users, priority

Network usage is now on Restricted level. Only ranks Lieutenant+ and bridge crew (along with Neural Networks (standard protocol, nothing special)) are able to message. Thanks to the overflux, the server is overheated.

Thank you for your cooperation
Amy Skydawner
Neural Networks Manager

Amy sighed, looking back up and watching Mason along with the others, looking flustered.

[Assistant]
Quickly being brought back to reality by a supersoldier grabbing his just put back in place shoulder as if he there was no problem with that. He hissed in pain a sharp breath as he clenched his teeth and eyes once more. "Fuck." he let out as an angry whisper. Kal began talking to him, she was one of the few people who knew his true job on the ship and DIDN'T buy anything off of him. It was surprising, but what could someone with one of the few things he couldn't get his hands on want from him? Nanomachines were not something the union let slip out of their hands and into people like his. He heard his orders and expected to go check some rooms but noticed a cart full of... Candy bars?

"Um. Why are there so many candy bars? Shit hurt before, I don't need the bone turning into dust." He put his hand on hers, not even trying to pull it away. "Am I pushing this cart?" He wanted to yell about her grabbing his freshly relocated and still very much in pain shoulder but he had to focus on playing off getting caught looking at the pain pills and various other drugs. "And doc, just give me the strongest stuff you got, put it infront of my door in a box DISCREETLY. There's a small panel at the bottom right, just needs a kick and it'll open. Hide it in there, if it's not empty, don't read any labels." Malory hopped off of the table. He couldn't remember if he had taken the few bottles of a paralyzing neurotoxin he was bringing to a buyer in union territory only produced by animals on the planet they just left. Shit paralyzed you for up to three days, very VERY illegal, but very valuable as well. Let's hope he put it somewhere safer.

[User]
"HA!" Maggie yelled, hitting the server block with a fist for good measure. She'd finally gotten the damn thing working again—the overheated or broken motherboards had been replaced with some questionable soldering, bits of wire, and duct tape, with enough coolant to drown a rhino thrown in for good measure. They'd have to actually make repairs and replacements soon, but not just yet.

Dusting her hands off and sticking her tools back in the bag on her hip, Mason glanced over at the Zenohunt who was...still here? For some reason?

"Good idea restricting access," she said absently, before blinking and looking around at the newcomers. "Wait, shit. Where's the StelCart guy—right here, okay, that's convenient. What's your name—Tornado? Conair? Conado, that's it—Conado, how close are we to Iorus II? I want to get a department meeting in before we have to go groundside." She looked back to Skydawner, raising her eyebrows. "You can get everybody together in the meeting room, yeah?"

[Assistant]
Amy gave a salute to the commander, saying a simple "Yes ma'am. Can do," before tapping on her deck, selecting all of the department heads (including the commander before her). Normally, an administrator would send out a message like this, however, with the network set to be restricted, Amy could understand why the commander wanted her to type it. That, or it was just pure laziness, as she could type out a message herself if she wanted. Creating a new message and marking it as high priority, she began typing.

All department heads, priority

Commander Mason is calling a meeting in the meeting room, now. All department heads are to head to the meeting room as soon as possible.

Regards
Amy Skydawner
Neural Networks Manager

PS: You may wish to hurry. Commander Mason will probably not appreciate people being late, as she has been very busy today.

Amy hit send, before looking back at the mail, her eyes resting on the words 'Amy Skydawner'. She always felt a little funny using the human translation of her name. Back in Yasanctuar's navy, she would usually write:

Daregars
Yam Yaskradawne
Laneura Kanetwors Ramanage

Looking up at commander Mason, she spoke. "Ma'am, the message has been sent. Orders?"

[User] "Uh," Maggie said intelligently. Few people asked her for orders. Even the babies down in Engineering usually just had commands yelled at them, they didn't ask for more. "Don't you have work to do? If you really wanted to, I guess you could go through the Captain's missed messages, sort them by priority—" Mason sighed, running a hand through her short, chopped hair as she headed out of the server room and toward the lift. "Ask somebody else, kid, I have no clue what the Admin staff is supposed to be doing right now."

[Assistant] "I can't even ask the head since he's probably heading to the meeting!" Amy calls out as Mason walked off. "Tadamni, she thinks to herself, shaking her head. She begins to stroll to the door between the servers and the neural networks room. As soon as the keycard reader beeped, she walked in. "Crewman Jimmy, break out the chess board." She says, sitting down. If she wasn't getting orders, she was going to enjoy her time with her Networks assistant. A smile broke out on her face as she moved her first piece.

[User]
The message caught Annalynn as she was about to enter the science labs. Sandwich in one hand, datapad in the other, she did a quick 180 and headed towards the meeting room. If Maggie was calling a department head meeting, she was likely even more concerned than she had already implied in their previous conversation. Not like her concern would be without reason - two days without the captain and the Audacia was already closer to resembling a pirate ship than a Union Fleet ship.

In any case, Annalynn would have to keep things moving. She wrote a quick message addressed to the Science department:

"To all Science personnel:

Until order is restored, continue to work on your assigned tasks until further notice. That said, given that our resources are now split in three ways between upgrades to our ship's weapons, the search for our Captain, and the requests from Security (which, may I remind you, is not a priority, but must still be fulfilled in due order) I understand that the stress of the workload is a bit much to handle. But this department is more than capable of handling it and I expect our research and development to maintain a similar time frame.

Remember, my door is always open.

Commander Annalynn O'Neil

PS And to the people working on Audacia's weapons, please remember that manual calculations are always required to support your findings in simulation. I think we all remember what happened to the USS Dudacek."

Annalynn mentally shook her head at that incident. They had completely forgotten to tell the targeting computers to recognize Union ships younger than ten years and the Audacia almost fired on the Dudacek. That had only added yet another reprimand on the ship's long list...

By the time the message was written and sent, Annalynn found herself at the meeting room. She allowed herself in, nodding at the security guard posting outside as she entered.

[Assistant]
Unlike the other crewmembers, Kal received the update directly from her nanocomm, the message appearing in her field of view like a GUI. She blinked and rolled her eyes strangely as she moved the message through her field of view. Scrolling through the VR interface was a complicated task requiring many precise, controlled movements only made easier by the fact that Kal had years of practice doing it literally since birth.

"Tch," she sighed as she closed the message. "Bitchy's really going at it today, isn't she?"

She slapped Christian on the back, probably taking the wind out of him.

"Okay, you worthless sack of shit! Let's get this hauled back to my quarters ASAP! Looks like I've got some meeting to attend or whatever the fuck..."


[System]
Appearance: Short sun bleached hair and heavily tanned skin. 5' 1" , Pudgy

Age:14

Personality:
 Outside of the Archer, Krista is cheerful and optimistic. However she honestly feels that it is better to be blunt now rather than mince words and wait for a misunderstanding to form. This has led to more than a few hurt feelings with her peers. While she does enjoy group activities, she shies away from one on one interactions. However she is noticeably colder when preparing for a mission or in the Archer, sometimes dismissing personal and emotional problems with derision.

Motive to live: Revenge, protect her remaining family.

Background:
 Krista was on a docked cargo ship owned by her cousin Richard when the Cruxi attacked her home-world. Richard locked her and cousins Jess and brother Martel into the ship's security room while the ship tried to deal with the influx of refugees. Between the security feeds in the security room and news broadcasts, she had a front row seat to the chaos the Cruxi caused. In addition, watching her family home get destroyed while she watched imbued a sense of helplessness that sent her spiraling into despair.
 While a few members of her family managed to make it off the planet safely, it wasn't until she learned of the Framewerk program that she managed to pull herself out of her depression. Now she can do something. Now she doesn't need to sit idly by watching others die.

Notable Deaths:
 Her family's farmstead was destroyed as she watched through the video call Martel had made in a desperate attempt to warn their parents. She also remembers watching as the ship she was on left people on the ground as it took off.

Framewerk Code Name: Archer

Source
(Just pretend that the guy isn't there. This is more for the general shape of the machine)

Signature Weapon System:
Anti Material Projectile - Thermal Type(A.M.P.T.T.) Cannon, also known as the Slag Cannon. This is a modified rail gun that can fire superheated metal, typically tungsten, to melt through armor. The large amount of heat this generates limits the (Safe) firing rate for the weapon. Typically a technique known as "Time on Target" is used to increase the effectiveness of the first shot by following it up with one or more conventional rail-gun shots. The Archer's Prometheus Fire Control System automates the rapid loading and firing of these follow up shots, but they are more inaccurate than the initial shot due to recoil.

Secondary Weapon System:
Prometheus Fire Control System:
This system allows the Archer to track and predict enemy movements to a limited degree. While it isn't true prescience, it uses an advanced suite of sensors and adaptive computer models to develop the situational awareness to predict a target's movements. The system is also designed to learn from experience, so the more it is used the better the predictive models get and thus the system becomes more effective. It is primarily used to help the Archer's pilot to aim the main gun and handle the reloading of the main gun. The actual aim adjustment and pulling of the trigger are still done by the pilot. While it allows the Archer to accurately hit targets at remarkable ranges when both the target and Archer are stationary, movement of either the Archer or target reduces the accuracy of system remarkably. Typically this reduces the system to providing predictions (i.e. 80% of the shots fired will land in this particular area) of likely points of impact in most combat situations.

Hornet Nest Point Defense System:
Primarily a defensive system, there are several hidden missile pods located all over the Archer. At a moment's notice one or more missiles can be fired off to intercept incoming enemy fire with kinetic impact weapons, which are essentially large darts. While this is mainly to protect the Archer from return fire while on the move, the system can attack other targets such as airborne threats with less efficacy as the Hornet Nest missiles lack the explosive damage of conventional missile load-outs.

Armor Type:
Heavy. The heavy hitting nature of the main gun puts the Archer at the top of the enemy's list of targets, necessitating heavy protection. The Archer has been equipped with experimental armor that gives the same protection as conventional heavy armor while still allowing the heat from its main gun to dissipate. However the Archer still requires support to deal with close range engagements, as it is slower than most bipedal Framewerks and lacks a strong close range defense.

Special Ability: N/A

Current Synchro: 80%

[User]
Koehler looked as the Black Komodo seemed to have went dumb or something, was Miles wearing his plug-suit? ...He probably wasn't. Was he having a concussion in there? The others (mainly Elora) began to speak and it was now obvious Miles was disabled for the fight. "Uhh... Uhh.. is... is anyone else freaking out?! What is this? I can't fucking think straight in this thing, what the hell is happening? Wh-what-... Ah fuck it! I'm thinking too hard."

"I... where the hell are the others? Who do you think I should be hitting? Hmm... Uhm... where'd that one- the Caliburn- is that still around?", his Frame looks around, just as oddly confused as its' pilot. He began to think, God DAMNIT, what's happening to me? Wh-why is everything so hazy? Nothing makes sense right now! Too much is happening....

Koehler saw Elora begin flying off, something about a trap? "Eaaaugh... is anyone else feeling like complete and utter shit right now? Damn, it's... I'm going crazy! This sucks!, Koehler complained while following Elora. "Nothing is..", is all he let out. Soon, they arrived at 'Zone C', and Koehler was still suffering from this strange, clouded feeling. Shit happened, is all Koehler could say to himself, when Elora said that Ryan is trapped, in great distress. "Uhh... yeah... I.. I can handle that!". Koehler had a spout of 'Ohh now I get it' when he realized mines were everywhere and something exploded. Koehler hovered over the mines with Elora, and soon flew over to above Ryan, still in his dreamlike state, barely aware of anything else.

He then quietly noticed the Caliburn, yet decided to try and get Ryan out first. He grabbed Ryans' werk by the shoulders and tried to use its' boosters to help get him off the ground. "...Elora... don't you have little lasers on your drone? Cut him out...", he soon realized. Koehler suddenly screamed.

"GOD DAMNIT LET ME GET A HOLD OF MYSELF!". He dropped Ryan, wildly shook his head, and breathed in and out, slowly. "Why's that happen anyway? Does anyone else do that stupid shit?" He stopped regulating himself,"ugh... Sorry... for y'know, geeking out...Don't do drugs, kids. That's what happens!", he joked, mainly to himself. Fucking drugs.

[Assistant]
Damn-! Lora seethed in witness of the shot's yield. The particle cannon had easily taken off the lower end of Macabre's free arm off, but at the current standings it did little to impede the foe otherwise. With thrusters and sword arm still well intact, the ultra-light Frame lunged forth to hack at Caliburn. This wasn't going to get much batter anytime soon, Lora dreaded...

Regardless of the threat, Caliburn stood its ground, raising the shield in anticipation of Macabre's melee assault. The flurry of Visceral's slashes hit harder, the shield's reinforced armor plating unable to withstand the ferocity of each slash. As Caliburn's guard was broken by the over-sized katana, so too was the left arm on which the shield was mounted. Tit for tat, then- until Ryan followed up with a jarring knee strike that slammed Lora's Framewerk in the torso, pushing them both a few meters.

Somewhere below the two dueling machines, one of the glue mines detonated.

Lora was surprised and slightly horrified when the Framewerk's legs were unable to move as she commanded. The skirmish must have set off one of the mine, which now left Calibunr at a yet greater disadvantage to the more agile swordfighter. That thought, however, only lasted until she too realized that Ryan was stuck in the same trap, struggling to move and break free from the sticky substance. It left Lora with mere sweat-laden moments on how to proceed, fighting an enemy that still has a serious weapon superiority over her. How could she ever turn the tides to her favor...?

Her left arm was crippled, which meant she had no chance of stopping that blade. The secondary weapons system would take to long to arm, even if it would be effective at this point. She was able to use the Lighstriker like a blade or spear, but that risked ruining the weapon for the rest of the battle (never mind the fact that Visceral was far stronger anyways). That only left the missile system, but the missiles were weak, not suited for fighting a typical Framewerk.

Two blips zoned in on where Lora and Ryan were held down, and Lora realized she had to act now. Left little better option, the pilot gunned down the trigger button for both launchers, sending six missiles rocketing toward the opposite Frame. Against Macabre's ultra-light armor, perhaps this truly was her best chance yet.

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He did it! He managed to get his vines around the legs and even up the arms long enough to give her the shot and she took it. The werk rocked from the blow and shut down. Suddenly his vines spasmed and released the frame. Synchronism drop? No, wireless hacking from one of the bullets? No, but great idea!

"Diagnostique!"

Apparently he had been remote accessed but not hacked, a failsafe installed to prevent accidental collateral damage. In moments his arms were his own again as Komodo plummeted to the earth when Archer chimed on his com with a few others.

"Thanks for the help."

"Oui, Merci. So, What say we four team for the now and we can ro-sham-bo for the winner? Just to irk the commanders. I think Diver would tell us what we are going to choose before us."

As he spoke, he followed after komodo but not at the breakneck speed, he used the height to his advantage to scan for activity in other areas. There seemed to be quite a bit, not to exclude a frame rising from the ocean with flaming fists. When he touched down, scanned the fallen warrior before drawing the chainsword from Komodo. It was broken, but it would be useful as the rifle from the one before. He hefted the gun from his thigh and put the broken sword in its place.

He spoke as he coasted over to archer to be beside her, trying to keep her protected as best he could.
"Anyone not wanting to fight, ten second immunity. Anyone who wants to fight, we count down to one together."

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As the smoke cleared, the green-ish energy from the Setsuka's hands continued to glow, indicating that the T system was still in effect.

One thing that troubled and even relieved Mai was her "lack of presence". Even in her framework, it just seemed that she frequently get's ignored...well not entirely. The big mouth Miles acknowledged her presence before this whole thing started but now, he was most likely in the infirmary...

That's when Mai heard the open comm link chatter about, of all inefficient things, a ten second rule since it seemed the alliances were over now that the field of battle got narrowed down some.

"...inefficient...do you think the Cruxi will give you that kind of an honorable battle?", Mai droned on the open channel.

But then, she stated this.

"...but acting like this will surely single me out...so...I accept your terms", she then droned.

Now, she had to make another choice...go to Zone D to get out of the "Recon Drone's" sight or go back to Zone B and use the pilliars as cover to force hand-to-hand and close quarters battles. Obviously, D would be the choice but that'll draw all sorts of attention on her since all the other pilots would know that she could use the underground tunnels to possibly pop out of anywhere and ambush unsuspecting pilots.

But there was a part of her...for some reason, she wanted to at least challenge one of these pilots...something that NEVER crossed her mind since she was trained to win...to kill...by any means necessary..."fair play" was something her old Framework division heavily frowned upon.

"...I accept anyone ready to risk their life against me...", Mai droned and thrusted off immedately, heading for Zone B.


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Age: 18

Gender: Male

Nationality/Birthplace: Fire Nation, Khimori Village

Current Residence: Republic City, Panther Lily Residential District

Appearance:

Occupation: Thief, Avatar

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Theme: Thief - Imagine Dragons

History:
 Katsu's birth presented a bit of a conundrum for the Order of the White Lotus; an Avatar born in an era of peace wasn't needed quite as much as before. What should they do then? Take him from his home? Or leave him be and let him grow up in a normal life. It was a hard decision, but a choice needed to be made and ultimately a compromise was reached. Katsu would indeed be trained, but in the comfort of his own home village rather than being whisked away. His parents liked the idea, and initially Katsu had no problems with the arrangement. As he got older however he began to have quite a different opinion on the matter.

 How was he supposed to keep his identity as the Avatar a secret when these strange men followed him everywhere? His family wasn't well off and yet he had escorts, was waited on like nobility and provided for whatever he needed. Any other child may have been enamored with the treatment and yet Katsu came to resent it immensely. He had no autonomy like this, and it was near impossible to get away to have some time on his own. Pretty quickly being in the comfort of his own village meant little, it was every bit a prison as moving away would have been. The only solution in his mind then was to leave, abandon the Lotus' training and his parents in favor of a freer lifestyle, a lifestyle he would find in Republic City.

 It was an ideal plan on paper, but upon arriving in Republic City it became quickly apparent he hadn't thought things through entirely. Here he was, hundreds of miles from home, with hardly a coin to his name and nowhere to stay. What little money he'd saved up over the years had near all been spent on the boat ticket, so now Katsu found himself in a dilemma. He unsuccessfully tried getting jobs here and there but was turned down constantly, and returning home was not an option. At the age of 13 he settled on doing the only thing he could in order to survive: theft. Republic City certainly had its fair share of criminals, so he would only be one amongst the crowd. Or he might have been if he didn't have something of a superiority complex. He was going to be a thief, but he wanted to be the thief. He would join whatever group he could find and work his way up, and from there he'd be somebody. He'd live life how he wanted, do what he wanted, and get what he wanted without the meddling of the Order of the White Lotus.

 Much as he might have resented the White Lotus he had to be grateful for all the training they had given him. With both bending and martial training of the highest caliber he was an exceptional fighter, a fact that helped him climb the ranks of the gang he eventually joined. Nimble, strong and a capable bender he ascended to the second hand of the gang within two years, and not long thereafter he succeeded the previous leader. Granted… The gang had all of twenty members, many around his own age, but he still managed to succeed them all. Renaming the gang the Khimori Bandits after his hometown, Katsu began a life of "luxury". The Khimori Bandits amassed a fair fortune in a matter of a year, and yet Katsu kept very little of the coin for himself. It was never the money he was after, he'd argue, but the thrill and delight that came along with the act of theft. Even now he remains one of the poorer members of his gang in spite of being the leader, and he tends to carry out as many jobs as his best associates.

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Hiresh scowled, shaking his head. Don't talk to me like I'm stupid - I'm just doing my job. I'd have advised against it anyway... But he kept his mouth shut and continued tagging along, keeping himself ready for another attack. Seemed like those guys might still be regrouping and getting back on the prowl. Even on the boat, Hiresh had to keep alert.

Siku blinked and shook her head, "I... Can't say that I have, Katsu. But..." She shrugged and followed his gaze out to the water, "I mean... All things considered - are you ever in real danger? I might have made fun of you, but you're a really good fighter and you managed to hide for a long time... You even told me you liked how you were living, right? So... I think you could find something like that again. You're adaptable, it's a good trait to have. I'm not," She said with a small laugh, "I know water is supposed to be the element of change, but... God if something breaks from the norm, I have a lot more difficulty taking care of it than I like to admit..."

Finally, she nodded and sighed, "Just because you don't assign them meaning, doesn't mean they're empty," Siku said softly, pushing off of the railing and finding her own place on the boat to wait. Finally, they were on the island and Asha led them to a small hut where they were going to be staying.

Siku looked to the small Airbender and around the room, "Hey, Asha - for those of us actually allowed to be out and about, is there a bath somewhere? In the hut or outside... I could really use a wash and a change of clothes," She confessed, looking herself over with a frown, Papa's gonna kill me...

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Nothing got by Hideki tonight. No, he'd been in Republic City for weeks now; the other Grandmasters of the Lotus had all agreed that, despite his opposition, they would move to retrieve Katsu and safely return him to the compound. It was time for his training to resume, he'd had his fun and Yakedo had been putting it off long enough. They knew he was safe, they could get to him, but the Grand Lotus continued to encourage him living a life of his own choice, learning his own path. Their biggest argument against him was Katsu's turn to thievery - it wasn't fair. After such a sheltered life, of course he turned to debauchery and mischief. Katsu never stole something beyond a petty little trinket and he was just rebelling. There was no harm in it, really. The operation was tonight and the Lotus had eyes everywhere. The problem? Hideki didn't trust a majority of his agents.

The Grand Lotus was not a part of the operation itself, but he was in Republic City to oversee the immediate events. For about two weeks, he'd been here, keeping his eyes peeled for anything he could. But on Air Temple Island, he had his own connections - both White Lotus "auxiliary" agents and old friends - which he needed to touch base with. The news reached him in minutes - one of the members of the squad who'd been turned on in apprehending Katsu got to the island quickly. He was an airbender, which lent itself to his speedy arrival. Hideki took the news is stride; he was prepared, this was why he was here. In that precise moment, he decided it was time for the Lotus to dissolve and would be doing so in the coming weeks. Now, however, he had to take care of Katsu. The next news came from Bo, not more than an hour later, to tell them that he'd just transported several newcomers across the water to the island - one of them matching Katsu's description. One of the nomads spoke up next, having recognized Asha's description, he told the Grand Lotus exactly where he figured she would take them.

The small band of "fugitives" weren't hard to find. Hideki strode down the small path leading to the hut with conviction. Arriving at the door, he lifted a hand and knocked thrice, "Katsu, it's Master Yakedo. I think we need to talk..." He said, confident that Katsu would recognize his voice in the same moment and if not, he'd see him when the door opened. "Without your friends, please? Take a walk?"

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Asha giggled a little when Siku had asked if there was a bath or something that she could use; they all could use some soaking after being in the sewers for such a long time. "Sure, there is one in the hut, just let me go and start a fire outside, it will warm the water up." Asha smiled as she went to go to the door to go out back and start the flames, but was interrupted by three knocks on the door and the sound of a man, asking for Katsu.

The brunette cocked her head to the side and quickly turned around and looked at everyone else. How did someone know they were here? Were they that noisy coming down here? Asha was at a loss for words, as she didn't want to tell the man no, Katsu wasn't here if it was someone who Katsu held in high regards...she was just downright confused.

"How did anyone know we were here? Ugh...did Bo tell them?" Asha smacked a hand against her forehead and puffed her cheeks out in irritation; if something seemed suspicious at all, of course there would be someone to snitch. Bo wasn't a bad person by any means...so someone must have asked him for information...someone must have known that they were coming over here in the first place.

"I'm sorry, Katsu," She whispered before standing back from the door to let Katsu make his decision on whether or not to take the old man up on his offer.

She briefly wondered what this Yakedo man looked like, but was also scared that this man was going to force Katsu to do something he didn't want to.


[System]
Alias: Aurora
Age: 28
Personality: Confident, Pragmatic, Guile, Caustic, Mischievous
Archetype: Metahuman, Legacy Hero

Powers: Photokinesis
Light Absorption & Generation – The root of her powers, a passive ability that allows her to absorb and store photons around her, and release them from her body. Activating her powers makes her body radiates a low glow weak enough that it doesn't hurt people's eyes, but strong enough that it can mask her features, an added bonus that allows her to wear costume without a stuffy mask.

Photokinetic Flight – When flying she leaves a faint trail of free floating glowing air similar to her own unique light structure. Many have compared the trail to the Aurora Borealis lights.

Light Mimicry – Much like her father she can also turn into a pure light being, but unlike her father she can only do so when moving, allowing her to only be intangible to pass through porous objects or things with gaps. When in her light form she resembles her own body, but with light flowing out of her resembling the northern lights.

Photo-telekineis – She can release her stored up photokinetic energy in variable sizes, shaped, and concentration allowing her to move objects, make rough and fluid shapes out of them for attack and defense. Her control and output is less solid, but has more natural force and push allowing her to blow things away with a wave, or create torrents of light like a cannon blasting through walls. And it is much more delicate and elegant allowing her to perform more fine manipulation of external things by wrapping them in her photokinetic energy to restrain people, and bind objects.

Weaknesses:
Energy Depletion – Her powers are solely dependent on how much light she has been exposed to and how much she can store. This essentially makes her a living battery susceptible to running out of energy when she uses her powers excessively. This effect is negligible during daylight or whenever she has a constant stream of light, but at night or when she is an area lacking natural sources of light there is a high possibility of her running out of light.

Vulnerability – She is incapable of putting out an endless stream of light energy around her body that provides her with a powerful defensive shield from all angles. The most that she can manage are her barriers which she has to actively maintain. This leaves her defenseless at most times forcing her to rely on her flight and light mimicry to dodge compared to her father who relies more on his outlandish power output to overpower his enemies.

Construct Creation Incapable - The biggest flaw in her powers is it is not solid. Her father and grandfather released immensely concentrated photonic energy to a point that it became solid and hard, and maintained shape even outside of their body allowing them to create realistic constructs with destructive concussive and cutting forces. The output that she is capable of releasing is more akin to flowing water, fluid, strong when concentrated, but will otherwise dissipate when she releases her focus.

Appearance:

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Powered Up - Her body will radiate a faint blue, violet, and pink glow, the intensity of which is reflected by how much power she has left and how much power she is currently using. When activated the light is strong enough that it can mask her features.

Civilian - When not in costume or powered up Aurora looks much like her father. They both share the same red hair and many freckles dotting their faces, shoulders, and arms. She is quite tall, 6'0" last she checked with a lithe frame with decent muscle tone indicative of someone who partakes in regular exercise.

Character Evolution: Aurora is still very new and an inexperienced hero. She's never had to deal with the type of villain's league members have had to deal with, and this will undoubtedly cause her to doubtful her abilities and what it really means to be a hero. Balancing her career, her civilian life, and her duties as a hero is quite the task, something that Aurora has little experience in, and it will force her to abandon and question her current relationships in and out of the costume especially her marriage. The biggest thing she has to learn how to deal with is that she has never really played well with others, and now that she's part of the league it'll be real challenge to give up control.

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BRIEF Bio:
Different from her father and grandfather, that is what Aurora has always been.

The original Ray, her grandfather was militaristic, authoritative, arrogant, and was never a part of her life. The Ray, her father was mischievous, carefree, optimistic, and did not want the hero life thrust upon him onto Aurora. Aurora's father trained her and taught her just enough to use her powers as to not hurt others around them, but never had any interest in superheroics.

She was raised and grew up rich and well taken care of. She went to private schools, had a well-to-do upbringing, and was supported by her parents. She had her streak of teenage mischief, but it was never truly that bad. She was intent on pursuing her own path as a healer, an EMT, and a very good one at that.

Aurora had no interest in being a superhero, but the apple does not fall far from the proverbial tree after all. It was not an easy transition, she had no desire to be a hero before, but she was always a person who wanted to help. When her father, The Ray, beloved and celebrated hero of Philadelphia and ally of the Justice League retired due to old age, within days Aurora realized that their city needed a hero. There were other heroes in their city, but Aurora knew none of them could truly inspire hope like The Ray. She had the training and the skill set, and most of all the desire to help others. It was a very rough start, but with the help and advise of her father she would land on her own foot and eventually get the attention of the Justice League, it helped that her father of course was notable hero who put in a good word.

Notes:
- She is married to a wonderful husband who knows about her life as Aurora.
- She still works as an EMT even though she has access to a fairly large trust fund.
- She has a younger brother in college, and two younger twin sisters in high school, all three of whom have powers as well.
- She often snuck out and did graffiti as a teen. She still does some painting on the side to fulfill her creative needs.
- Her mother is a successful neurosurgeon.
- Her father focused on building his business after retiring.

Sample Post:

"Well clearly something bad happened here" Aurora said to herself in a whisper.

She was new to the Justice League, and a new hero but it wouldn't have taken an experienced hero to figure out there was something wrong with the scenario she was placed. Alone in what is essentially the home of the Justice League means that either something bad must have happened or someone hijacked her teleportation.

Without thought she activated her powers. Faint blue, pink, and violet lights emanated from her signaling her course of action. She took off in a slow, but steady float off. Her first course of action was to head to the main area and find a computer terminal, it should have some information as to what happened. At the most she hoped to find where everyone else was. In an ideal scenario they would all just be in a break or a large meeting requiring everyone's presence, but what was more likely to have happened is far more sinister.

"This is turning out to be quite a troublesome first day." Aurora said to herself with a hint of a smirk forming as she said it to no one. She wasn't the type to talk to herself, but she supposed it calmed her nerves somewhat.

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The Rushed and Hungry...

"Just give me a minute Carter!"

Ted was frantically working away at his armour, pumping it full of energy and hoping it didn't start growing out of hand. His hands worked diligently as he poked and prodded the cracks in his red armour, watching them fill themselves in with a red ethereal glow.

"Champion's almost done with the food and nearly everybody's here already Ted!" Booster Gold exclaimed through Ted's earpiece as he sat at the Watchtower computer with his finger hovering impatiently over the teleport button. Glancing back at the security cameras directed at the kitchen and dining area, Micheal made an annoyed sigh before turning back to the comms.

"I'm callin' it Ted, just wear the broken pieces and you can finish it up after lunch." BG explained as he pushed the button only to be met with an error. "Hey Ted, something's up with the teleporter." Booster Gold asked as he began to look into the error.

Meanwhile Ted smiled as he turned his attention away from his smartphone and back to his nearly fully repaired armour. "You might need to try exiting out of the program and logging back in. It's a pretty common thing with Kord operating systems. Especially when your dealing with something as complicated as the teleporter. Ted explained as he finished filling the last crack in his armour. As Micheal booted up the teleporter program again, Ted put on his newly repaired armour and pressed another button on his phone before stashing it in his pocket. Ted turned to his old grandfather clock, seemingly checking for something, just as Carter began to transport Ted to the tower.

Ted swivelled his head back to a forwards facing position as he dashed for the kitchen in the hopes of still managing to make it to the lunch/meeting on time. "Hey everybody" Ted said as he skidded into the kitchen "What's happening?".

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Warden takes a break from his computer, wheeling his chair so that he can look out the window. It was endless, the cascade of tragedies - human and environmental. He could only do so much. He was proud of his most recent ventures - he was truly coming into his own as an agent of the Justice League. After solving a string of murder cases in Washington State (some guy merged with an alien symbiote - fortunately, it was sound sensitive, otherwise he would have had no real way to stop it), he traveled to the amazon, and worked on taking down some of the illegal logging operations. He felt kinda bad doing it - these men didn't have a lot of other choices for their lives - but the life of the planet was worth even more than theirs were. Besides, it's not like they'd be in jail for long. Or at all. He grunted in annoyance. He really needed to start going after the corporations; they were the ones encouraging these violations most of the time. Problem is they had protections. Protections that might involve ...extralegal methods... to ensure that they didn't just get right back off stock free.

Sometimes he understood the villains...

His alarm went off, shaking him from his thoughts. Pulling out his phone, he enjoyed David Bowie's "Fame" for a few more seconds before shutting it off. He had gone over Negative Man's list, but it was, as usual, marginally useful at best. The sugar supply was far from the most important issue they had going on. He was far more concerned with the fact that the bots they use for training were dangerously vulnerable targets in the event of a breach of Tower security. It was a weird thought for him to have - usually not that tech minded - but he woke up the other day fully convinced of it. He sighed, grunting as he got up. It was nice to take the morning off after being back for the first time in a few weeks, but it'd be good to get back to business.

He wandered down to the meetingroom, glad to see that near everyone was already there. He leaned against a wall and took up his usual place; on the edge of conversation, listening. He was especially interested in how the new members integrated themselves into the group.


[System]
Age: 40 Years

Gender: Male

Originates From: Star Wars Canon Universe

Appearance: Darth Vader is a cybernetically enhanced human male standing at a height of 6'8" (2.03 meters) tall and weighs in at 120 kg (264.5 lbs) in his armor. His black and dark-grey armor is ominously imposing, from the tip of his helmet to the bottom of his boots, and also wears a flowing cape to strike fear into his enemies. He also sports a control panel on his chest to regulate his breathing, suit temperature, as well as other suit-related augmentations.

Personality: Upon transforming into Darth Vader, the once jedi Anakin Skywalker became utterly ruthless, showing no apparent mercy to his enemies, occasionally killing his own officers for their failures, and imparting torture to accomplish his goals. Having lost all that he cared about by his own hand, the heartbroken and self-loathing Sith only showed a fierce dedication to the Emperor, whose orders he would execute with steadfast devotion and deadly precision, no matter the task. Considered to be the Empire's first terror weapon and noted to employ antiquated diction, he was tenacious and unstoppable, and made most Imperial naval officers uncomfortable. Part of his reputation was that he would normally be quiet (and thus his presence made for a good implied threat to others), whereas shows of passivity were not. Indeed, it was well-known that he usually preferred to oversee operations personally, using action to block out any intruding feelings. He was frequently at odds with those who lacked faith in the Force, finding it "disturbing" or even blasphemous.

Vader would often make use of pressurized meditation chambers that allowed him to remain without his helm—the neural connection to his armor—, moments during which he felt the perpetual pain that Kenobi had inflicted on his flesh. During such sessions, he would meditate to use this pain to feed his hate, which in turn fed his strength, and he never laughed. Claiming not to feel regret, and yet haunted by his past, and the screams of his wife, he was determined to never talk about his old life, and detested all that reminded him of his past self (whom he deemed to be weak). He dared not remember such a period of his life, which he hated; indeed, through the use of the dark side, he kept his memories as Anakin Skywalker buried, although it took great effort even after twenty years of practice. However, his rapport with the stormtroopers who supported him, and the technique he displayed in wielding his crimson lightsaber, gave him away. Much like before, Vader remains an impatient man, although he tempered his impulses with the faithful obedience he was due to his master, Sidious.

Items:
* Lightsaber: The only piece of equipment Vader needs is his crimson lightsaber, a highlight of his skills as a sith lord. He built the weapon some time after his fall to the Dark side of the Force at the end of the Clone Wars. It replaced the one he lost during his duel with Obi-Wan Kenobi on Mustafar. The lightsaber was equipped with a dual-phase function, allowing the blade's length to be manually controlled and altered in combat. After his accession to Sith Lord, Vader was known to draw his lightsaber when facing Jedi, but also against other opponents, even though he sometimes preferred to use the Force to dispatch lesser victims.

Abilities:
* The Force: Vader is an incredibly powerful user of the force. Like all jedi and sith alike, he was born as a force-sensitive, and was capable of using the force in a variety of ways. However, some of his most popular abilities include: force telekinesis, force push, force choke, force repulse, force crush, saber throw, issue mind-tricks on weaker beings, and a whole bunch of other methods. He often uses it as his go-to method to dispatch opponents, only going to his lightsaber if it didn't work.
* Superior Swordsmanship: As a sith, Vader is also extremely powerful when combating opponents with his lightsaber, having bested and dispatched many powerful jedi and beasts himself.

Bio: (I think we all know how Vader came to be, but here's a rundown none of the less for you guys who happened to have lived under a rock).

Before he became a disciple of the dark side, Darth Vader was Anakin Skywalker, a goodhearted Jedi and hero of the Clone Wars. While he was considered one of the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, Anakin had broken the Order's code by secretly marrying Senator Padmé Amidala. When he began to suffer visions that Padmé would die in childbirth, Anakin sought a way to prevent this fate. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, a mentor to the young Jedi, claimed that the dark side was a pathway to this ability: he could stop people from dying with Sith power. At the same time, the Chancellor revealed that he himself was a Sith Lord, Darth Sidious, and would train Anakin. Confused and conflicted, Anakin ultimately succumbed to Sidious' temptations. Rechristened as Darth Vader, he became an agent of evil.

Sidious assumed the mantle of Emperor, and Vader helped the Empire destroy the Jedi Order; without mercy, Anakin led a legion of clones into the Jedi Temple, and personally killed both fully trained Jedi and novice younglings alike. On the lava planet Mustafar, where he had been sent to assassinate Separatist leaders, Vader battled his former Master and friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Anakin fought with an aggressive ferocity, ignoring Obi-Wan's pleas to come to his senses. Ultimately, the Jedi Master bested the new Sith. Vader was left severely injured and burned on the banks of a lava river, filled with anger and hate. He was found by the Emperor and encased in frightening black armor that kept him alive, and given mechanical lungs that emitted an ominous breathing sound with his every step. Anakin Skywalker was no more.

Vader quickly became a highly visible symbol of the Empire, serving as Palpatine's fearsome enforcer. He hunted down fugitive Jedi who had escaped Order 66, as well as ferreting out enemies both within and without. Vader's sudden arrival within the Imperial hierarchy gave rise to many rumors. Some high-ranking Imperials claimed he was a laboratory creation built to mimic the fallen Separatist warlord General Grievous, while others whispered that he was a technologically augmented warrior schooled in the now-forbidden arts of the Force. Only a few guessed the truth – that Vader was the reborn Jedi Anakin Skywalker.

Vader sent agents such as the Inquisitor to find not just escaped Jedi but also new Force-sensitive beings that might pose a threat to the Empire. And on Palpatine's orders, he worked with the ambitious, ruthless Grand Moff Tarkin to supervise construction of the Death Star and stamp out resistance to Imperial rule.

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As soon as Samus was several meters away from her ship, she suddenly hears someone call out her presence from a good distance away. By cautious instinct, the bounty hunter swiftly points in the direction of where she heard the call. She didn't know if it was a call of battle or in regards of a friendly native. Who she saw was a man, a human male, carrying what appears to be a giant sword... a very FAMILIAR giant sword. The man seemed friendly however, asking her if she had seen a somebody named Cloud Strife.

Cloud Strife... that name sounded familiar. In fact, it sounded way too familiar for her. Didn't she fight him at one point in a little tournament known simply as "The Super Smash Bros. Tournament?"

Indeed, this tournament was incredibly popular and well known through a certain region of the Multiverse. Every few years or so, a dimension owned by a mysterious company known as "Nintendo", announce a competition for a select few universes to send out their best candidates to fight one another in a friendly, but very competitive, tournament (with smaller competitions happening annually). These fighters include: Super Mario, his brother Luigi, Link, Pikachu, Fox, and a whole roster of powerful fighters, have almost 60 by the previous 2014 event. Samus had participated in all four major competitions, having won a bronze medal in the first and was placed in the top 10 in both the second (as in her armor), and in the fourth (being in 8th in her Zero-Suit). She has yet to get a gold medal as of current.

But in the fourth and most recent tournament, rumors had been going around that seven new fighters, some old, some brand new, have been accepted to compete in the Smash Tournament. They included returning fighters such as Lucas and Roy, as well as some new fighters like Ryu and even Bayonetta. And one of those new fighters... was Cloud Strife, a powerhouse that has managed to get himself up in the Top 10 (some sources having declared him as #1, while some declared him #2).

Regardless, the name did indeed ring a bell to Samus' mind. However, she didn't trust this guy. She suspects him in being a doppelganger in disguise, with her own experiences coming from SA-X and Dark Samus respectively. Yet she has no reason in shooting him at this very moment, but however refuses to acknowledge any knowledge regarding Cloud's existence. After all, the two don't even live in the same universe anyways. She looks upon Zack in caution, having just realized that he was even taller than Strife, almost matching her own as well, still aiming her cannon at his face for safety precautions.

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Vader's cybernetic legs allowed the Sith to walk or run for miles without tiring for long periods of time as he continues to search the vast plains for any signs of life. It would only be after walking for some time northwards where he suddenly catches a glimpse of a very odd life form, that person being Ainz. From where he was, about 80 meters behind, Vader suspected him to be taller than him, but that wasn't even the most odd thing about him. He appeared to be a living skeleton, covered with a huge robe, with two giant bone horns coming from his shoulders horizontally. And through the force, he senses a heavy atmosphere of dark magic oozing from him. This lifeform was unlike anything he has encountered before... even more bizarre then The Ones, which he, his old master, and "padawan" encountered on Mortis back in the Clone Wars. And that was already making a bold statement.

But he did not fear this dark-one. Vader has seen and fought much worse, slaughtered hundreds on jedi, and spread terror across the galaxy with an iron fist. He needs answers on where he is and why. Surely he should know. He walks towards the being known as Ainz, his breathing getting louder to his ears the closer he gets. It should already have alerted him by the time Vader was merely 25 meters away...

[Assistant]
Harvey felt something hit him. It was large and masculine. It growled at him about "easy prey". It wasn't exactly unfamiliar.

"Sonny!" Harvey exclaimed. "You're-- oh, wait, you're not Sonny."
It was at that point that the thin bowtie Jasper was grappling Harvey with broke, as small pieces of fabric holding up over fifty pounds do. Harvey dropped to the floor, trailing a cloud of business cards.
"Sorry about the mistaken identity, pal," Harvey said, barely hiding his nervousness. He snatched a business card out of the air and thrust it towards Jasper. "Harvey Alibastor: Attorney At Law. Offense, Defense, Good Prices, All Times, whatever."

Harvey assessed Jasper. He was wearing a leotard, had wild hair, and wore makeup. This was, of course, a wrestler. Probably someone upset about the... well, the upset Brad caused at the Eternal Wrestling Championship. However, they did want to leave the area, and needed advice on how to do so. Harvey could help with that. At least, he could pretend to help with that.
"I definitely know the way out," Harvey lied, "but it's not going to be easy. I made sure of it. You're gonna have to go up there." Harvey pointed straight up, into the clouds. "Get all the way up there, and you'll be outta here."

Harvey's face was mostly expressionless. Of course, being a fish, he couldn't exactly make any facial expressions. However, Harvey's gill covers flared wildly, and his pelvic fins quivered noticeably. He hoped Jasper would trust him. Who couldn't trust him?

[User]
Still laying in the grass, the sound of harsh breathing caught Ainz's attention, but when he sat up again to see it was coming from a dark cladded figure. He was sure that this person was from a fictional franchise before he was teleported to the New World, but he wasn't too sure.

Being the cautious person that he is, Ainz finally rose from where he sat, and stood much taller than the figure that was approaching him, closer to seven feet tall. He subconsciously activated a ring, which rested on his right index, that shrouded his figure in a faint red aura. He wanted to intimidate this one, he continue to watch this new being through the empty eye sockets.

He remained silent as the figure was less than ten meters from him. He put on his best front, making his voice deeper. He waited till the figure known as Vader, came within speaking range.

"Remain where you are, and I won't set off the traps around me." Ainz stated boldly.

Obviously this was a bluff, however, if the being came any closer, he held his staff ready for an attack of any sort that may come towards him.

[Assistant]
As soon as Vader was roughly ten meters from this strange fellow, the skeleton wizard turned to face him. In addition, he issued a bold "warning", mentioning about some traps that were supposably located around him. But Vader is unfazed by his little warning, as well as being able to hear some bluff in such response. It would be here where Vader would usually begin strangling his victim, but alas he remains polite for the time being as he looks at Ainz dead-straight in the eyes.

"I have no quarrel with you." he replies in a deep dark voice, "Simply provide me the info on what planet I have landed in, and the star system that am I located in. That is all."


[System]
Age: 26
Race: Manbeast, anthropomorphic tiger.
Appearance:

School: seeking sword, seven blades.
Fighting Style: The main goal of Yin's style is versatility. Master Gan Fang has stated that while all techniques have a main use, there are at least six alternatives to it. The seven blades is an offensively defensive style. There is not a dedicated block in it, the closest you'll find is a straight open palm strike against the attacking limb. By repeatedly pummeling the opponent the objective is to physically persuade it to stop attacking. Many of the more defensive techniques also aim for soft spots such as exposed muscles, joints, throat, eyes, groin…
The hip is the most important part of the body for a wielder of the seven blades. From there all power is drawn, even the most basic punches, kicks and takedowns comes with a flick of the hip.
The style is heavily reliant on control of the body and chi. If the techniques are done correctly body and chi will flow as one and change muscles into wood and bones into steel.

Weaknesses: While the seven blades is a highly useful art it has a serious drawback. Its focus on control and balance means it is pretty stationary and as such has trouble with overly mobile or overwhelming opponents. A skilled fighter can overcome this weakness, but in the world of martial arts you rarely get a second chance. Yin's tail, while it is a great help with balance and light attacks, can also be turned into a big weakness.

Weapons: While the seven blades have techniques for many different weapons such as staves, daggers, swords, whips, spears, halbeards, clubs ands so on Yin rarely use anything else than his fists. If he has to wield a weapon a simple bamboo staff is his choice.

History: Yin became first student of master Gan Fang after Lu Fau left on his mission of vengeance. Gan Fang often spoke of his previous student very fondly, almost like a lost son.

Yin Hu, like many of his anthropomorphic brothers and sisters, grew up in Valley of the beggar's song. They are mostly shunned by humans, elves and all other major races for being dirty half breeds. It is true after all. The legend of the manbeasts states that their entire race was founded on a dire night, where corrupt men and women of different races drank the blood of animals whose power they wanted. As a cruel joke, the gods granted their wishes. The following morning they were all run out of their homes and had to learn how to survive in the wild, like animals.

From these evil people today's manbeasts are descended, and it seems nothing can be done to get rid of their vile history.
Although, there are a handful of people in the world that will treat manbeats as people. One of these are known as Master Gan Fang. He spotted the young Yin Hu in the valley one day, and saw potential in him. At that time Lu Fau was his head student, and Yin were mostly carrying out pointless repetitive tasks to strengthen his discipline and core strength.
Master Gan Fang didn't train his students the same way, they were different people and had different talents. Yin Hu showed promise in the art of improvisation, and was trained in a style that would allow him to use the cores of many techniques in many different ways depending on situation.

Yin is fully trained and is about to leave his master and wander around the world and seek wisdom and perhaps an apprentice or two. He holds his master in the highest of regards and knows that while other masters claims he is boasting, Master Gan Fang is a mighty warrior, and truly capable of any feat he says he has performed.
Before his journey, Master Gan Fang has told Yin Hu that his final lesson will be at the annual battle tournament at Secret Cove. What he means by that, Yin doesn't know.

My relation to... Boar.
This hulking monstrosity of the Smiling Fist School if pretty much Yin's worst nightmare in battle. While they have never faced each other in the ring Yin has had the fortune of seeing the Orc train and is well aware that the training dummies aren't supposed to break like that.

Boar's headstrong attitude and lust for fighting is the polar opposite of the calm and calculating Yin. They might never be friends, but Yin respects Boar as a fellow martial artist, and secretly hopes that they will never have to face each other in battle, for Yin may not walk away from it.

[User]
Location: Undisclosed - Research Facility

The temperature inside the industrial plant was unbearably hot. Prime Minister Lei peeped down from the rafters, observing the assembly line at work while fanning himself, exhaustively. Plumes of steam clouds spewed from the exhaust pipes of large mechanical arms. These contraptions were articulately shaping scrap metal as if it were clay. Workers tirelessly operated at their designated stations. They welded what the machine arms created while reinforcing other attachments with bolts and screws.

"Sir?" A voice called out from behind Lei.

"What?" He said, irritably.

"We've prepared the prisoner." Prime Minister Lei turned to find Isao The Fox, who looked completely unphased by the sweltering heat of the facility. He grabbed a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Finally." Lei uttered, stomping past Isao as he headed toward the elevator shaft.

***

The room was dark, unfiltered, and boiling. A man positioned himself on the floor with his legs crossed in meditation. Who knows how long he's been captive. With no window to the outside world the days felt lumped together. Time had become a complete uncertainty. All he had to go by was the length of his beard, which had grown from his chin, now down to his collar bone. His body ached in agonizing pain from his captor's interrogation methods. Despite his condition however, the man felt resilient enough to keep going. A loud shrill sound disrupted his momentary peace. The man leapt to his feet and got into a fighting stance.

"Do what you will, heathens!" His voice bounced all over the metal walls. The energy from the air he expended while talking, recirculated back into his chi. He felt strong. Prepared. "I will not give up the location! Not in a thousand years!"

"Yes, well....while you have the luxury of time, we do not." Prime Minister Lei's voice blasted through a speaker on the upper corner of the cell. "Give us what we want." For a moment there was silence, then one of the walls quickly collapsed to the ground. The man snapped to with his guard up but all he could see were two, glaring red orbs. After being in the darkness for so long the brightness was unbearable. An unholy growl sputtered from what sounded like a creaking jaw. Was this supposed to be some kind of animal? Whatever it was, it was massive.

"Wh-"

"Give us the location!"

"Oh gods! What is th- Arrgghh!!!--"

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Lotus Port

As described by your invitation, you make your way toward Lotus Port to dock the red ship at dawn. Passage to the Secret Cove is never taken the same way. Last year was done through Scorpion Bay, and the year before that was through Floating Leaf city. Many people from across the land have also boarded the ship, mostly martial artists like yourself, but you do spot two food vendors. They've been walking around the deck since they boarded, soliciting their goods with warm smiles. Judging by their appearance, you can tell they do not have much, but the wares in their possession smell of wonderful soups and kabobs. The red ship draws its anchor and leaves Lotus Port. The captain, much like his crew, are quiet individuals with a monk-like demeanor. They do not say anything to each other and yet they somehow manage to fulfill their ship duties.

The red ship makes its way out into the massive lake of Daozen. The morning fog rolls in thicker than usual, making it difficult to see anything beyond the steamboat you're currently traveling on. You can sense the nervous jitters in the air. Several people have gathered onto the main deck, boasting their introductions proudly as they debate over who's style is the best. An argument suddenly erupts between a middle aged dwarf and a young human.

"Ha! You're a liar. Tsubo is your name? Heh! Master Laila of the Shallow Step would never take in someone as ungraceful as a dwarf!" The young man grinned. "You're better suited for a more clumsy school like The Smiling Fist!"

The dwarf named Tsubo clenched his teeth, pushing the young man back. "Shut your mouth, Duang, you juvenile pup! You're just jealous that my Master beat yours in combat. You're weak just like your Master Vetrus. Go cry in the corner little grieving spider!"

The deck erupts in laughter. Duang, now furious, pushes the dwarf with all of his might, forcing him tumbling backward and into one of the food vendors. She gets knocked to the floor, spilling all of her wares. Some of the warm noodles and meats got on the dwarf, staining his silk green gi. Tsubo glares at the woman. "Stupid wench! You've drenched me in this filth!" He raises a stumpy hand and cocks it, ready to backhand her in the face.

[Assistant]
Lee walked down the gangway to the red ship. He didn't even know why he was even here right now. He did not need to go to the Secret Cove for anything about it. He knew that Boar would be there. He figured that they could have a real fight in front off all those people. They had just fought in a local market place. It had ended in a draw with enither of them being able to continue and not get caught by the guards.

When he got on he heard the two arguing with each other. He hated when anyone hurt someone else Lee saw red. He quickly moved and flipped over the dwarf and grabbed him. He quick threw him into the wall of the ship. He had learned that trick fighting Boar so fighting the Orc did have some perks. He looked at the vendor and gave her his best smile. "Hey beautiful. Name's Lee." He said laying it on thick. He was shameless. The girl had his full attention. "Did I mention I beat an Orc?" He boasted.


[System]
|| Golden Brown Eyes || Plum to Lavender Ombre || 5'7" || 132 lbs ||
Nickname:
Valencia is extremely proud of her name so she rarely gives anyone her nickname. However, she would rather have someone shorten her name than having them butcher the pronunciation so she also goes by Viva.

Age:
Seventeen
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Asexual

Personality:
Valencia De la Torre is a perfect example of a cheeky brat. Due to little to no social interactions, she began to acquire an irritating attitude that resembled that of a judgmental prick. Although she's withdrawn and introverted, Valencia has a bad case of being outright hostile and volatile with anyone who dares interact with her. This makes it hard for her to ever maintain a conversation for too long or even keep proper eye contact when speaking. She's on this one track mind where the only person she can rely on is herself. But fear not! Valencia can make a mean lasagna when she wants to.
 「✓」
 • Trees
 • Parks
 • Animals (all of them cuties)
 • Lasagna
 「✖」
 • People
 • Dolls
 • Hospitals
 • Cantaloupe

Biography:
Valencia went through a bumpy childhood; Her parents passed away when she was just a tod in an unlucky car accident. After her parents death, since her family was never dependent on relatives, their relationship was rather frail thus no one wanted to take the responsibility of taking care of Valencia. She was shuffled from aunt to cousin to uncle and to aunt all over again. Her living situation was so irregular that Valencia's idea of relationships became extremely warped.

School wasn't any better either. Since she never stayed at a school for too long, she was never able to make any actual friends. Valencia only ever found solace when she was surrounded by nature; it made her feel less lonely in a sense. As she grew older, Valencia grew bitter. The girl who kept to herself began to actively act out in an in a futile attempt to find some sense of purpose. She's tried every form of delinquency, drugs, drinking, clubbing, shoplifting, fake ID, fighting, just name it. She never stuck too long with any though, since she never felt like she belonged.

She was malicious, sullen, and spiteful. An Aunt that was supposedly "taking care" of her at the time had enough of dealing with Valencia's constant misconduct decided on enrolling her in Fae High School. Unfortunately, all the paperwork and enrollment fees (as well as tuition) was paid by Valencia's inheritance money, which really wasn't enough considering the cost of the school. Knowing this, and the very fact that its a reform school, Valencia is abhorrently against attending the school and will do everything in her power to leave.

Habits:
Valencia is prone to making random, peculiar--sometimes even inhuman--noises. When lying, she tends to slightly scrunch up her nose. This subconscious reaction was more prominent when she was younger, but it gradually became more subtle. Valencia always has this weird habit of talking about a person's unique scent; she calls it their signature scent.
Fears:
She's afraid of dolls. More specifically, she hates dolls that mimic human-like features. China dolls are no fun either.
Other:
Valencia has a nose ring as well as a small tattoo at the nape of her neck, it's usually hidden by her voluminous hair.

[User]
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01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31
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[Assistant]
"What If I'm not smart enough? What if I don't make any friends? Wha-" Hotaru slapped her hand across Hikari's mouth, covering it and stopping him from finishing that question. She wasn't in the best mood, considering the fact that she had to wake up early and go to this dumb school. "You actually wanted to go to this school?" Hikari bit Hotaru's finger, causing her to yelp in pain. in a swift movement, Hotaru Grabbed Hikari by his collar she gritted her teeth so much, her jaw ached.

Ah, it's her

"Hotar-or whoever you are, calm yourself." Hotaru blinked a few times, confused as to why she was holding onto her brother's shirt. "Hikari! I-I'm so sorry!" She let go of him, apologizing a whole bunch of times. "It's al-alright, let's go sign in for our dorms and class-"

"Hi everyone! I'm principal Wickerbottom--"

Wickerbottom is a tall and notably handsome man. He has light hazel eyes and brown hair that is neatly jelled back. He commonly dresses in crisp, neat suits and wears a sawtooth leaf pin that was given by some of his former cram school students on his tie. He will do anything in his path to destroy the students, he has the power to do so.
"So, when are the students coming?" Wickerbottom demanded, slapping down a pile of papers on his desk. He folded his legs, crossing his slender long fingers while looking up at his assistant. "Some are just entering now, sir." Wickerbottom snickered, he glared at his assistant who was quite nervous. "Hmm, whats my schedule for today?" He asked, tilting his head. She looked rather funny from this view for Wickerbottom. "Announce for everyone to head to the auditorium where you're gonna give an introductory speech of how this school year is gonna start out. I believe that is all." Wickerbottom regained his composure, he sighed and opened his mouth to speak. "They understand that today is just signing in right? Tomorrow is when we start the fun."

"I need everyone to head to the auditorium, there will be a grand speech by me, Wickerbottom! I will tell you all about how this school is gonna work for you..Troublemakers."

[User]
"Ugh. Seriously? This is it? I expected more from a rich kid reform school."

Sera strolls through the school gates, purposefully going slow to antagonise her mother, who had dropped her off, and was now waiting to make sure she didn't run away. Sera was pretty amused at this, as she had hidden inside her old school and left after her mother had gone countless times before. However, she didn't leave this time. Might as well see what this fancy school is all about...

Pulling out a piece of gum and popping it in her mouth, she pats the pocket of her bag where her cigarettes lie. She never had them at school, in case she was caught, but she had sewn a small secret pocket in her bag where she kept her lighter and cigarettes. Nobody expected a girl like her to be able to sew, let alone sew well enough to hide things so nobody could tell. She would definitely need them if this place was as much of a hellhole as she was expecting. But, for now, she would settle for the gum, which she had a supply of also, albeit just sitting in her bag.

Upon hearing the principals notice over the intercom, Sera sighs and heads over to the direction specified by a sign. "This better not take long. I just want to get to my dorm and chill, hopefully for the rest of the year. The principal sounds like one of those fake cheery ones."

[Assistant]
The car Damian rode in came to a hult only two of the four men excted the car soon resorting their attention towards Damian. He couldn't do much of anything being in a straight jacket in all so he just sat there wondering what's going on and what's about to happen to him. He sure as hell doesn't want to die so even if they attempted to kill him he'd try his best to fight back. While Damian suspiciously waited the driver popped the trunk and one of the two men that exited the car before hand reached into it.

Damian winced when he seen one of the guys going into the trunk. His posture soon changed when it turned out to be a backpack. Why would he need a backpack... Before he could even get a deep thought on why he was picked up and tossed against the ground. Hitting the pavement hurted a bit and he jolted at the sudden pain. He tried his quickest to suck it up and stand but was easily stopped by the backpack pulled out of the trunk being thrown at his back. It had some weight on it so when it was thrown at him he fell again.

Why was this happening to him....? He kept asking himself as he ignored the pain and shakingly stood. Damian looked at the bag as the mysterious men went back into their respective spots inside the vehicle and drove off. Unable to use his hands he kicked the backpack along ignoring the whispers or stares he would probably get. Not to soon after his arrival there was an announcement telling all students to head to the auditorium. Damian had no clue where that was so he just kicked his bag in the direction that most of the students were headed. The school look breath taking on the outside which was saying a lot since the inside...was not what Damian was expecting.