[System]
Basics
Nickname/title: The Survivor

Gender: Male

Age: 46

Build/physicality: Frederick isn't an exceptionally tall man, being only a little above average for his time period at 5'10", but is well-built with a solid frame and fairly broad shoulders. An active and sometimes harrowing life has left him looking perhaps a little older than he should, and after his experiences a few years ago, he's not quite in the exceptional condition he once was; but he's fairly full of life, and is merely somewhat out of shape as opposed to having descended straight into being a slob. Besides his general condition, he has black hair and green eyes.

Appearance:

Background
Psychological status: Seemingly well-adjusted and altogether, but in reality deeply scarred and affected by what he's seen, holding himself together in a functional state out of a bizarre combination of relief that he survived and the fact his unconscious mind hasn't fully accepted those events. For however confident he seems in dealing with the otherworldly, he's liable turn into a dangerously unstable mess the moment he comes back into contact with anything of that nature. There also seems to be something a little more serious hiding beneath his self-deprecating nature.

Quirks. Ticks, Conditions, Sensitivities to the Paranormal: As mentioned, Frederick seems to be relatively at ease in dealing with the paranormal; but the closer he gets to something real, the faster that begins to unravel.

Magical potential: Seemingly none.

Personality: Outwardly, Frederick seems fairly warm, affable and approachable, the ideal small town Police Officer. Despite being quite a way away from home, he seems quite happy to be in Arkham, claiming the change of scenery is the best thing that could have happened to him, and being somewhat self-deprecative of his circumstances and other elements of his life. He's clearly been worn down by certain experiences, but nothing that seems to impede his day-to-day life; it would even seem that those experiences strengthened his will and ability to interact with the inhuman and otherworldly, making them more familiar to him than they would be to others.

In reality, his jovial persona, whilst not entirely disingenuous, is papering over the deep cracks those experiences have left in his mind. Whilst he can approach the otherworldly with a greater degree of confidence than others, he is liable to quickly become lost in it and begin his descent into madness anew; and when he does, all other manner of unpleasant things find themselves escaping through those cracks.

Hometown: Madawaska, Aroostook County, Maine.

Education: High-School Level.

Occupation: Former Police Officer, currently seeking to become part of University Security.

Achievements: High-School Graduate, achieved the rank of Sergeant in the Police Force prior to his leave.

Sexuality: Straight.

Religion/philosophy: Formerly Christian, currently Christian in spirit but unconsciously atheist. Keeps up the front of being Christian anyway.

Marital status: Single, Never Married.

Family status: His parents and siblings are still alive, and for the most part remain living in Madawaska. Any family in Arkham itself passed away over the course of the last few years, with them leaving him the house he's currently staying in.

Biographical writeup: Frederick was born in Maine, in Madawaska, Aroostook County, just shy of the border with Canada. His family had roots in Arkham, with his paternal grandparents having remained there after his father moved up north to marry his mother, and so he was used to the occasional travel along the East Coast to visit family. For the most part, however, he remained in the area around the small town he was born in; after leaving for a few years after completing his education to try and set up elsewhere, he returned to settle back down and began his training to become an officer of the law.

He served as a member of the Madawaska Police Department for just over twenty years, a career and a span of time that had him witness the major events of the early twentieth century from afar; whilst many of America's young, brave and bold were being mentally and physically destroyed in the the trenches, he was a man in his thirties getting on to a promotion to Sergeant, and by the time the Senate backed out of joining the League of Nations, he had his new badge. It was a fairly active life, regardless, but nonetheless it was a slow crawl through the years in a remote little town on the border.

Things wouldn't last that way, however. In the winter of 1923, he was called out to inspect reports of suspicious activity around a sawmill a few miles north of the town, only to find it deserted. Finding himself unable to bear the atmosphere around the place for more than a few minutes after he arrived, he began to withdraw in order to report in and return with greater numbers. But that dreadful atmosphere seemed to linger with him as he withdrew, and before long, he realized why.

He was being followed.

Whatever it was that he saw following him, he can't quite identify to this day; at least, not when he's in any sane or rational space of mind. All he can comfortably remember is that when he regained his wits several days later, he was lying half-naked a few miles out from the other side of town, seemingly unaffected by the bitter cold of the night he returned to lucidity in. Returning to town, he found that several others had vanished during his absence, so his return was accepted with relief rather than with overt suspicion as it might have been otherwise. Nonetheless, attempting to return to his job proved difficult, and he was advised to spend some time out of the state in order to collect his wits. Whilst not exactly a tourist hotspot, Arkham presented itself due to a house left to his family by his now-deceased grandparents, and the possibility of employment at Miskatonic University as a member of security; less stressful than managing affairs at home, he was told.

If only they knew.

Miscellaneous information
Combative belongings: A small number of standard-issue pistols kept from his time as an active officer of the law.

Noncombative belongings: A house inherited from his grandparents in Arkham, a collection of books from his travels and his inheritance.

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[User]
Emil

Emil looked through Steiner at the students waiting in line, thinking. How ironic this is. Or is it destiny? That his name, the one he's carried from birth, implies sinking, sinking, sinking... Fell into the world in a splash of red cries and immediately started sinking and does so to this day, professor Steiner. We all do, of course. Death being the bottom. But now we'll sink with him literally, too; towards that blurry place beneath the waves.  The receptionist counted, slid some coins across the counter onto his damp palm one by one and dropped them into the drawer with a ring of dirty copper hitting copper. Money, too. They used shells as money before. Wonder what we could buy down there with a handful of shells. Oh, yes, hello mister octopus; is the sea weed homegrown? What about this bizarre disformed fish that does not belong to our world? What did you say? Oh, miss octopus tended to it. I see. Give me half a kilo! And don't mind the price! It's not every day that we are expecting the end of humanity, is it? Thank you!

Steiner let go off his arm as he went on talking to Dupree. Emil could feel the ghost grip fade from his skin. Stone grip, professor. Perfect. We'll need to counter strangle the monstrous tentacles of the deep sea. He saw the three of them on a ship and the rootless limbs of the Kraken -- or something worse -- flying all over them, dripping with ooze and salt water, cracking masts and the deck to splinters. Screaming seamen chopping and slashing at the slimy surface of the beast with their knives, sinking them deep into the poisonous blood that fuels the creature. The elderly man who had paid the receptionist held his key and suitcase. He remained still, so persistently still that he managed to peak the interest of the bored receptionist, and that was an achievement in itself. The stranger's pale face had a drop of familiarity in it, but Emil could not pinpoint its source. He kept standing, his presence not allowing the receptionist to return to his yesterdays' newspapers.

"Professor Dupree," he said, turning his back to the strange old man; "with all due respect, I think we can bypass the old fashioned access, if you understand what I mean." His hands gripped an imaginary crowbar and jerked it as if to open some air door. It wouldn't be the first time I meddled with Atkins's office anyway. No need to be shy now. And we've already got an escape route covered. He remembered the steps he and Steiner had heard, those they chalked up to the police. Perhaps the same we heard in Faye's cell? Persistent bastards. "This excursion ends soon, I hope," he added, meaning the school trip to the madhouse. "Most of them will retire to the dorms, it should give us more freedom to... roam."

[Assistant]
Arthur Steiner

"Madness...of course. Dr. Gabrowski would be stupid to let somone who actually cares for these people in...wait, what did you just say?"

Arthur's face, just a few moments ago filled with curiosity, was now one made of confusion. His eyes staring down at Dupree - Professor Steiner was a tall man, quite intimedating to both new students and seasoned professors at Miskatonic -, shifting to look at Emil as the German student continued where Dupree had left off. The old man standing at the reception? Arthur didn't pay too much attention to him it seemed, only offering a brief glance before locking onto his colleague and student.

"If I had not been convinced that there was something incredibly strange going on these past events, I would have gotten you thrown out of the university and deported back to Deutschland yesterday, Herr Günther..." Arthur pulled out a handerchief from his pocket, wiping his forehead free from the beads of sweat dripping. Dr. Steiner, the man with the stone face and an iron will, was visibly shaken. Now the only thing remaining was for Hell to freeze over. "...but yes, that would be a preferable entrance. I think I shall have to tell you about our little...adventure of yesterday, Herr Günther and myself, but not here."

Arthur turned his head, looking over at the remaining group of students who seemed eager to get moving; the temperature of the whole fascility - The Eternal Prison of Lesser Men - had fallen quickly, and a few had been smart enough to 'forget' proper clothing. "Everyone! You are dismissed for now, return to Miskatonic and attend to whatever business you have until lectures resume after lunch. And don't you dare complain about colds or freezing feet, you all know perfectly well that it's winter!"

"Now what did you say about a place of secrets? Above and below water? I can safely assume you're not referring to Atlantis. Atkins dwelled more with the the abnormal cultures and religions; Ancient Greece is Professor Masters' area. So what could he mean by..."

Arthur started talking quietly to himself as he began walking through the reception and out into the cold winter air. A raven's kraa snapped Arthur out of his line of thought, his eyes locked onto the black messenger of Death fly away. "Come on then, let's not waste time. I have the nagging feeling that we'll not be alone there."

Next stop: Miskatonic University, where they would be met by more people, Companions, mysteries and madness, Agent Lichfield, and their next clue.


[System]
Alias: Akuma no Kage ("Shadow of the Demon")

Gender: Male

Alignment: Helios

Skills: Expert in a variety of martial arts, including but not limited to Ju Jitsu, Ninjitsu, Aikido, Krav Maga, Tai Chi, and several specialized martial arts developed for use with guns.

Powers:
[Perfect Human]
Genetically engineered for perfection, 57 is a homegrown supersoldier. He was the only succesful genetically modified human, created through the manipulation of acquired stem cells. He is stronger and faster than any other man, with free-moving joints and highly advanced senses. His sense of smell is 200x better than that of a human, he can see in the dark, and he can feel electric fields similar to a shark. He can hold his breath for almost half an hour, and his skin is harder than kevlar. All human weaknesses have been eliminated, to create a soldier capable of taking on the meta threat.

[Mental Fortitude]
The reason 57 was considered the only successful supersoldier in the program is due to his mind. Whereas the others mostly ended up either as vegetables or as uncontrollable killing machines, 57 was manipulated by multiple metas from the moment of his creation. He feels no fear, and no pain, and has a rapid learning ability. He can read and memorize entire books worth of information in mere minutes, and rapidly adapts to any situation he's placed in. Furthermore, he displays absolute loyalty to Helios, and will follow commands from any officer he recognizes as his superior without question. The mysterious element, however, is that he has deviated from direct orders a number of times when a better method of reaching the goal was discovered, without being ordered to do so, displaying remarkable free will. He has also been trained to be resistant to the effects of most psychic metas.

Equipment:
[Ghost Exoskeleton MKII]
This suit was modified from standard stealth armor suits. The exoskeleton fits over 57's body perfectly, enhancing his physical capability even further, as well as being a highly effective suit of armor. Molecularly altered glass 'scales' absorb the kinetic force of any incoming attacks, providing complete protection from bullets and even hand grenades, while being lighter than any metal suit of armor. it's interfaced directly with 57's brain, forming a powerful neural link and responding instantly to his every thought. It's equipped with nanofiber grips, allowing him to walk on almost any surface using the attachable properties of nanofiber materials. Lastly, specialized cells can project complex patterns all over the armor, allowing him to blend into almost any environment.

[Artemis-class Railgun]
using complex magnetic manipulation, this handgun-sized weapon is capable of firing specialized bullets at speeds equal to mach 2.5 or higher, suprheating them with the mere friction. These bullets tear through metal plates and stone walls as if they were butter, and were designed to rip apart even lightly armored vehicles. Only 57's reinforced skeleton can handle the recoil. The only weakness of these powerful guns is that they need to be quickly reloaded after each shot, and the potential for overheating if used continuously.

An alternate model is the SO-Artemis-Class, which is the size of a conventional sniper rifle. It holds a series of far more powerful electromagnets, as well as an extended barrel to ensure long-range accuracy. It is equipped witha powerful scope, which can identify targets, calculate range, detect patterns of signals, and perform a variety of other tasks. This device is effectively a far more powerful version of it's handheld predecessor, capable of firing a shell through multiple steel wall and with a nearly unlimited range. A sniper weapon of unprecedented lethality.

[Shiro Segi]
This modified katana, named 'White Justice' has a monomolecular edge, formed from molecularly altered diamond. The main blade is formed from the same altered glass his armour is made of, arranged in places instead of scales in order to remove the flexibility. It's highly transparent, and yet sharp enough to cut through steel like butter, especially when backed up with the strength of an exoskeleton. When powered, the blade vibrates at supersonic speeds, allowing it to function like a highly effective chainsaw. Almost no material is capable of stopping the weapon's swing when it's powered up.

[Fusion Explosives]
Utilizing what is effectively a miniature fusion generator, these grenade-sized weapons can pack an incredible punch. Whereas they're incredibly stable, when they're detonated they're capable of a 3 kiloton explosion, similar to the detonation of 100.000 kilos of tnt. It's the impact of a cruise missile, capable of ripping apart entire structures with ease. It's definitely not intended for close range, which is why they come with timers, and only 57 can throw them far enough to make them useful. Anything within the blast radius is completely destroyed.

Personality:
Cold and calculating, 57 does what he was designed to do. Although he is capable of far more free will than his designers suspect, he considers Helios to be his 'father', and is utterly obediant. He honestly believes that Metas will destroy the world if they are allowed to be set loose, and acts with the intention of making the world a better place. His motto is 'absolute power corrupts absolutely', referring to the supernatural capabilities of metas. Little does he know the irony of this statement.

History:
Through a variety of operations, 57 has earned a name among Helios operatives as the Shadow of the Demon. He's both feared and respected as one of the most effective, and dangerous, operatives Helios has. He's also well known for instantly cutting down anyone who acts against Helios on the field, making no distinction between friend or foe. Whenever 57 is deployed, every soldier knows that there is something far more terrifying behind him, then there could ever be in front of him.

Appearance: 57 is tall and heavily muscled, with deep red eyes and dark brown skin. He has no hair, as hair was considered unnecessary for his function as a soldier. When not on the field, he wears a deep grey jumpsuit, and large black combat boots. A knife is always kept in the hilt, it's blade formed from altered glass.

[User]
Arcanus would continue his work for a while, submitting the designs for the new RAVEN and OWL lines to Aetius. He was cunning, Resourceful and innovative. However, he took pride in all of his creations, as he put his heart and soul into creating them all.

Of course each one had a slightly different personality due to the whole shared mind thing. However, one of his pets expressed much more personality than the others, this one he called Serina, and she was one of the dreadnaught types. He kept her as his personal servant and companion, as well as a bodyguard. Of course, she was the first. The first thing he ever created as a teen, from all of that energy rose a personality as human as anyone else, but she also retained qualities of a cat where it presented her an advantage. She was loyal to Daniel, and where his loyalties lied, so did hers. "Father, I am wondering when we will get a field assignment." She says. Yes she always referred to him as "father". "Soon, Serina, Soon." Daniel says, reassuring his creation. Of course he forgot his comms were still open so everyone on the frequency probably heard all of that.

[Assistant]
Aqua stares up at the tall building, looking at it curiously. She has been here only twice before. Once was for her father's funeral and another time was for a job from one of the lower employees. But this time she had big game asking for her. She smiles carefully and walks inside.

Inside is pretty clean and barren, nothing like the hills of the Freedom Fighters. She looks around a notices a secretary sitting down near the front of the building. She walks over to her and says, "I'm here for a meeting with Aetius."

"He's busy," the secretary says without looking up. Aqua sucks in her cheeks and quietly sets her pistol down on top of the desk. This gets her to look up at her and the secretary pales.

"I'm here for a meeting with Aetius," Aqua says more slowly. "Page him and tell him that the bounty hunter is here." The secretary nods and begins to page Aetius.

[User]
Magi continued walking up the road, eventually reaching a small crater with robot parts scattered around it. The smell of oil and burned iron lay in the air. He noticed a small stain of red on the ground and kneeled down, touching his fingers to it. Blood, slightly sticky still. There had been a fight, and he was guessing the person fighting the hunters barely made it out alive. He stood and turned his head to the right, searching for more drips of blood in the fading daylight. He scanned the area, hardly able to see the ground in the dimming daylight. He held his palm up beside him "Lux" he said, a orb of light appearing hovering slightly above his palm. To the right, going towards the Sea of Trees he saw nothing. He turned to the left, towards the Emerald Coast. He crouched, surveying the ground with his orb. It was faint and scattered, but he saw red amongst the green blades of grass. He stood and walked, perhaps if there was a injured person, they could pay him to heal them. He followed the trail of blood drops, easily illuminated by the orb. Eventually reaching a flattened area of grass, blood staining the middle. Judging from the crater he thought of two options: One, The person managed to drag their-self this far and collapse. Or Two: The explosion that created that crater flung them a few yards to here. Either way, where were they now? He turned in a circle slowly, once again surveying the area with the orb.

Treading North-West from the patch of grass, was a trail stained with a blood smear and flattened grass. Perhaps the animals had gotten to them before him? He followed the trail a few feet before it stopped, as if they had simply disappeared. That, however, he knew was impossible. He crouched once more, surveying the ground for signs of what happened, where they went.To the North-East of where the trail stopped he could faintly make out a blood drop, shining against the light. Standing, he continued to follow. He was curious, perhaps the animals did get them, tore them to pieces and ran back off to the trees.

He followed the trail closely as it veered, circling slightly. As if someone was trying to hide something, or the animal got confused. He continued walking, staring at the ground so as to not veer from the trail. Eventually it stopped, and dubly so, he smacked his head right into a door. He stared at the door, iron. So, someone intentionally drug the person here. Not someone, more than one person. Either that or he staggered to here, but yet there was no signs to indicate he did. No blood on the door, none but a drop or so on the ground.

He knocked on the door, possibly not the best decision, given the fact this could very well be a gang hideout. On that, he held his left hand out to his side "Pugione" a dagger appearing. Should someone bust out of the door to attack him, he'd be ready.

[Assistant]
57 stood in the centre of a circle of corpses. The bodies of those that would have stood against the arm of Helios lay around him, their deaths brought about by their own ignorance and hate. Their skulls would pave the way to a better future for mankind, a world in which violence wasn't necessary, and people like 57 didn't exist. Looking down at his handiwork, the slaughter of five men, two women, and one child, the bionic weapon felt not a shred of remorse, only happiness that he had once again served the common good. While he had quickly dispatched of the meta - minor level pyrokinesis - the others had had plenty of time to speak before they had died, and with their last words they, too, served the greater good.

No longer bothered with stealth, 57 sent automated instructions to the security drone high overhead. It would move down and collect the bodies, the meta would serve as another research subject for the great Helios lab-systems. The others would be turned to fertilizer, their very flesh serving to feed those they themselves had sought to endanger. In the end, willing or not, all fools would find themselves in the service of good, guided by the loving hands of Helios.

Walking through the streets, 57 opened a private communications channel to Aetius. 'I found a sparrow. Requesting permission to deploy and annihilate.' the sparrow, of course, was not really a sparrow. the intel he had received pointed towards a particular prominent base of operations from the Metahuman Revolution. Opening a secure comm link to Arcanus and Tyler, he was already planning a battle strategy. 'I got confirmation of Tyler's intel of a base nearby. Arcanus, deploy my suit, and prepare drones for stealth bombardment.' Arcanus would know what drones would be most appropriate for the task at hand, there was a reason he was in charge of them after all. And giving orders to Tyler was pointless, ever since reaching equal rank with 57, he had been impossible to control. Then again, there was no denying that he was good at what he did.

Moving into the Helios base, where he knew both Tyler and Arcanus would gather, he raised one hand. Instantly, every soldier in the hall saluted, as was proper protocol when a high-ranking officer entered the area. Whilst other officers might discard such protocol, 57 was one to stick to the rules, and he enforced protocol strictly. He had also heard something rather interesting, however. Once more he opened the secure com to Aetius, mere seconds after the first burst of communication and before the leader had had time to respond. 'There appears to be a bounty hunter here to see you. She's clearly a skilled warrior. Is she confirmed to be here?' The unspoken implication was clear to any familiar with 57's modus operandi. If she had no reason to be here, he would have her killed right here, right now.

If Aqua were to turn around, she would be faced with a rather intimidating sight to match the disciplined, deep voice. Standing at almost 2 meters tall, 57 cut an imposing figure, every inch of him covered in muscle. His onyx-black skin made the charred skin on his cheek nearly invisible, but only served to accent the grey body suit he was wearing, and the blood splattered on it. Two bright red eyes looked down on the figure, ready to react to any offensive move or word, and eliminate her with extreme prejudice.


[System]
Age: 320

Sex: Male

Race: Human/Godslave/British-Chinese Mix

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 210 lbs.

Physical Description: Shin is a man of average height, however, that is the only thing average about him. Beneath his clothing is a body coated from top to bottom in thick scar tissue, this tissue hides an inhumanly fit body. His shoulders are rather broad, though not unnaturally so. Should one see behind his mask they would see a hand shaped scar on his face, splitting his top and bottom lip and crossing over where his right eye used to be. This has left Shin with a heavily cleft lip and an empty eye socket that is covered with a sewn on black patch.

The handprint overlaps his hairline and leaves two large chunks of hair missing from the right half of his head. The hair that isn't burnt off is kept cropped shortly to his head, and is slightly greyed from stress. Rather than from age.

Shin dresses simply, a pair of creased black pants adorns his legs. The cuffs are damaged just slightly from wear and tear. He wears a long sleeved, button up, cuffed and collared shirt. It is tucked into his pants. Over the shirt is a brown button up vest. Well polished black shoes with pointed tips, plenty of wear on the sole but no scuffs on the leather.

Adorning his head is a black iron mask with several leather straps that hold it into place. Behind the mask you can see his left eye, the sclera of it is stained red from an eye injury in the past. It is perfectly shaped to cover his face, carved to square out the shape of his head and give him an almost alien appearance. There is only one hole in it, the eye hole that is bored at an angle to give him total peripheral vision with his remaining eye.

Psychological Description: If you met Shin in a normal social situation, where he was wearing his usual prosthetic face mask, you would believe that Shin is a man who has moved past an extensive series of unfortunate circumstances. Should you meet Shin in your bedroom, in the dark of night, you would believe that he is a psychopath who chose to kill you at random. However, if you had the unfortunate circumstance of meeting Shin on the field of battle? You would believe that you have entered the domain of a god of war, Shin's very presence is oppressive.

Every word that he speaks oozes an almost liquid resentment, thinly veiled behind a mask of niceties. Shin speaks with deliberate pause and force, making it seem like he knows exactly what's going on at all times.

Shin is aggressive, blunt, and only lies when it's necessary to facilitate his survival. In combat, he will shift from a polite fellow who seems to only fight for the purpose of fighting, to a despicable sadist who teases you about every mistake that you make.

All of this, because Shin is obsessed with killing. The sacrament of spilling blood, nothing leaves him with a more chilling and electrifying feeling than to let the life slip from his most recent target. If his foe fights with enough fervor, he can sometimes lose himself in the ecstasy of bloodlust. Falling into throes of lavish excitement and fury, Shin relishes nothing more than bloodshed.

And Ladies, he's single.

Abilities:
Mystical-
Biological Immortality: Granted to him by his godly master, Shin's body has become immune to the effects of aging and disease. Every cell in his body is cycled out as soon as they die, allowing his body to survive grizzly wounds and not fear the consequences of death unless Shock were to set in. Shin has no true regenerative factor, only an accelerated scarring. Meaning that bleeding out is impossible, but so is regrowing limbs. Most of his biological functions are no longer necessary, except for eating and drinking. He does not need to breathe, though it helps to center him. He does, however, still need to breathe to talk.

Now, unlike true immortality, Shin's body can still die. He just can't die from age or illness.

Physical-
Durable Hide: Hardened through innumerable battles, countless scars, and endless regrowth. Shin's skin has become hardened to the same density and strength as leather. This allows him to survive significantly greater beatings than normal men. His skin is as course and rough as the hide of an armadillo, and his hands are as hard as ram's horn.

Beyond Peak Human Ability: Shin's body has been tempered with countless years of training, without the ability to age or succumb to exhaustion he has gone beyond the limitations of Human ability. Able to lift 1,000 lbs with a great deal of effort, easily lifting 800-900 lbs. His muscles are toned beyond those of even the most professional fighter. Able to sprint at 45 mph, he can cross huge tracts of land faster than any mortal man.

Accelerated Reflex: Shin's reflexes are four times as quick as any normal man's, allowing him to react to stimuli so quickly that most people can't actually see it happen.

Mental-
Accelerated Thought: Shin's thoughts come at nearly four times the speed of a normal human, critical on the fly analysis in combat is his forte. Able to know where an enemy is going before they arrive, spot subtle differences in behavior, and calculate just how much weight to put behind a strike. On the battlefield, tightly controlled thought patterns and behavior are key to survival.

Instant Sight: Shin's singular eye is blessed with a great power, though to some it may seem useless. To Shin it one of his most invaluable assets. Shin's eye can keep track of objects moving faster than his own thoughts, the only thing that outstrips his sight is Mach 5 and higher.

Equipment: Where Shin would normally wield the black staff, he has accidentally disarmed himself. Instead, he has armed himself with a Kusarigama.

Boron Steel Kusarigama: A sickle with a deathly sharp blade adorning it, it is a foot long cylindrical handle with a grooved grip. Wrapped tightly in leather. A long steel chain rests at the bottom with a heavy steel weight with a lead core at the end. Making it a perfect combination of melee and ranged weaponry.

Black Iron Mask: To hide the grizzly scar upon his face, Shin wears a mask cast from a civil war era cannon ball. The mask has just one eyehole, on the left side. As his right eye does not exist anymore. Its weight is laborous, strapped to his head with four leather bands. The weight serves as a reminder to why he is immortal, and as a reminder of who gave him his scar. Its also a decent shield for his face, protecting him from gunfire and the like.

[User]
From the comfort of his private chambers he was mystically deposited into a gorgeous purple landscape, a vast stretching locale where the sands and surf brushed across his shoes. The beautiful scenery was greatly offset by the unsettling color, this was definitely not a main sequence star. Or worse, the atmosphere was filled with toxic gases like Neptune. Not problematic for someone who doesn't exactly need to breathe, but toxic atmospheres would kill his opponent before he got the chance to. Which wouldn't be fair at all. With a testing inhale, Shin checked to see if the air tasted strange, to his surprise it was just normal air. A relief, to be sure, if the terrain killed his opponent than there would be no fun to be had.

Another offsetting feature was how heavy he suddenly felt, it was as though his clothes were training weights, his weapon tugged sharply on his belt loop. An uneducated man would think that he's being pulled on by some magical force, and they wouldn't be too far off. Gravity here was stronger than earth, judging how much stronger would be a chore left for a scientist not an assasin. The shift in his weight was unsettling, had they seen his previous victory as too swift and sent him to a place where he would be forced to move slower?

Maybe it was just happenstance, and his accusations of unfairness were just conjecture, but there was a definite problem in this much heavier atmosphere.

As he stood there, scanning the horizon for his opponent he grew increasingly uncomfortable in his significantly heavier clothes. Shin groaned and began to unbutton his vest and undershirt, they were tugging on him too much and they would only serve as a distraction. After a few moments of working he removed most of his outfit. Starting with the vest and long-sleeve undershirt, then his belt, then socks and shoes. Leaving his pants on because they didn't hinder his legs as much as the rest. He left his mask on, despite it being the heaviest piece.

Once he had disrobed and folded his clothes in a neat pile on a nearby boulder, Shin turned back around and stretched a bit. Still scanning the area for his new foe. "Where is my competition, eh skeleton man?" Shin muttered under his breath, assuming that they could hear everything he spoke. The assassin didn't want a repeat of last time, where he just stood around for a few minutes.

[Assistant]
"Oof." Metz shoulders sagged and his knees shook as the intense gravitational force of his new surroundings almost floored him. His eyes widened in alarm, unintentionally taking in the terrain and finding it odd beyond belief, yet somehow eerily familiar. His body was still in a strange state of limbo, tired, yet somehow finding itself perfectly restored, and the oddness of that feeling gave him the required strength to hold himself up as he stood there, his pale angular face drawn back and worried. The vest and under layer over and under his green jumper were weighing him down, but he was unwilling to remove either item, relying instead on his athleticism and naturally strong bones to sustain his weight until he had to do anything particularly strenuous. He seemed at first glance to be alone as he stood there, once again fully equipped with pistol, knife and vials, his feet sinking into the sand of the lake's edge. Spreading out before him almost as far as his eye could see was a strange coloured mass of water, and with that thought he slowly grew aware of what was causing his unease, everything around him was of an unnatural hue.

"This place…" He muttered "Is beautiful."

He was breathing, if with a little more difficulty than usual, so wherever he was the necessities were the same. Still, gravity was stronger in the place he had found himself, and that could be evidence of further oddities that could inconvenience him and his fragile biology. For a moment he considered drinking mana, hanging the consequences, and clearing the air around him to ensure his safety. However, the forces of fairplay he had seen at work thus far suggested to him that while he may be disadvantaged, it would be unlikely that his surroundings would outright end his life, which was not part of what seemed to be Skallagrim's plan. What Metz had not been able to take advantage of however, was the opportunity to see his enemy's skills and abilities, as he had been taken up with repairing the damage done to his arm. It was a disadvantage he was unaware of.

Though Metz was not yet in the water, he was essentially on the edge, and the fumes were entering his lungs with each breath. He looked around, and with no evidence of any opponent as of yet, he began to walk with the lake on his right hand side, essentially circling the water-mass clockwise. It was only a matter of time, or so he assumed. More violence, but the ends justified the means, oh yes indeed.


[System]
Character Sheets
Age: 18

Appearance:

Secret Wish: Liam wants deep down to find that special girl that will truly love and accept him.

Background: When he was younger, Liam was just another average kid. He had two parents that loved him, lived in a nice condo, and had some friends. He was happy. But that all changed following the accident back when he was 14, where he lost both his parents and found himself alone. Luckily for him, his parents had sizable money saved up in investments and had life insurance policies on themselves. As such, the bills and condo have been paid over these years from those funds.

Even so, the loss of his family took a toll on him, shutting himself off from the world and others for some time. Most days after school was him going back home and locking himself in, where he would throw himself into either playing video games or read manga. He has come to terms (mostly) about his parents death in recent years, but his past having chained him down for so long has him stuck in a rut of trying to get back into society and connecting with others.

Monster Fighting Abilities:
-Enchanted Chains: Seemingly coming from around his forearms, Liam can send out chains that he can manipulate to attack or hinder foes. He can manipulate them up to a range of 20 meters.

-Transforming Chain Ball: At the end of the chains, there's usually a round, steel weighted ball, used for easily wrapping the chain around or for bludgeoning opponents. Liam, however, can have the ball change shape to fit his needs (I.E. sharp spear tip for piercing, grapple claw for climbing, etc.).

-Sapper: When Liam successfully wraps his chain(s) around an opponent, he can sap the strength/energy from the entrapped foe(s), and in turn weaken them. On top of that, he can even recover some of it back to himself if he retains a hold on the chain in the process.

[User]
Aria Phoenis

The screaming was the calling card. It was the sound of terror reigning as people were confronted by a thing they did not know, would not comprehend, and could not fight. It preceded the thunderous footsteps of all of them scrambling to get away. And, Aria knew as the noise reached her ears, it meant another monster had appeared. A heavy weight fell into her stomach as she instinctively recounted the previous instances; the first monster had nearly killed her before being driven away. The second had exhausted her entirely in its vanquishing. And now, the third was nearly at her doorstep, and there was but one being who knew what it would take before passing; and it certainly wasn't in the practice of talking.

"I could run," she thought to herself, "I'm far enough away that I could just get away from the broadcast range, forget this all ever happened." It would be easy, and nobody would blame her. And yet, something stopped her from doing that. Maybe it was her sense of responsibility, the knowing that she had the capacity and therefor the duty to fight these things. Maybe it was her inability to ignore those in trouble. Or, perhaps, it was simply that her transformation took the form of Marigold's drawings of her in a cruel twist that dripped irony as a snake's fang would venom. In spite of her hardships while donning it, it felt reassuring, peaceful even at times, just to wear that ridiculous outfit.

By the time she was conscious of her choice, her feet had already started moving.

It wasn't long before the Razorback noticed the paralyzed girl staring at it, and with easy prey on the mind it started rumbling toward her. As its great arms rose to come crashing down on top of her however, a spherical swirling flame erupted into being around Emily, burning and singing the rocks on the monster's forearms as they met with what felt like a physical wall. The flames dispersed as it pulled its hands away, leaving Emily unharmed. Before the Razorback regained its composure, a blur of scarlet red slammed into it from the side and sent it stumbling like a drunkard for a moment.

"Don't just stand there, get away from here!" Aria cried out to the girl as she stood in her costume, sword blazing and in both hands, "NOW!"

Turning her focus back to the recovering creature, one of the valves at the back of her sword sparked into a small jet of fire as her armor began to glow a brighter shade of red, pulling the Razorback's sight towards it- and more importantly, away from everyone else. She darted forward, just close enough to lash at the creature with her burning saber, then leaped backwards and began to strafe around toward an area less populated. The creature followed, chasing after her and swatting with its claws. Aria threw her sword before each swing, blunting the impact and protecting herself from the sharpened clutches, until the beast again attempted a brutal overhead strike with both hands. Aria once again called her protective fires, this time around herself as she raised her sword and supported it with both hands. The fierce attack broke through the shield and met the sword, driving her heels into the dirt as she pushed back with all the strength she could muster...!

[Assistant]
Nori Hirai

In a calm pace, Nori walked through the park with no particular goal in mind. Even though he did ask himself a few times what made him go to the park on that particular day, he didn't have a certain answer other than that it simply seemed to be like a good idea. Despite that, he couldn't help but to be glad that he did so. A cold, gentle breeze caressed his face as the day became evening, the background noises of people talking, having picnics and relaxing, the beautiful colors in the sky, which were just as wonderful as always only made the atmosphere more to Nori's liking. Unlike most days though, a strange sight drew Nori's attention. Even though It's presence was faint, there was a strange light, floating above, illuminating the park below together with the evening lights, creating quite a beautiful scene.

"It is a shame I didn't bring a brush and paint... This is quite a rare sight..." Nori said to himself, with a placid smile on his face as he looked, absentmindedly, to the evening sky and the beautiful yet strange light that floated above the park.

Nori knew that inspiration, whether it came from one's own head and imagination or a particularly interesting or beautiful scene was elusive and thus, it was useless for him to go fetch something for him to paint on, instead he was satisfied with just appreciating the sight before him. Going towards a vending machine, he bought a can of green tea before sitting down on the grass and slowly sipping it as he appreciated the evening.

Unfortunately, his plans were soon ruined as the ground below a group who was playing fresbee suddenly erupted in quite a commotion. A huge, spiked beast, with dangerous looking tusks and sharp teeth appeared. While it's appearance was exactly one someone would expect to see from a horror movie, the tremor on the ground the second the beast slammed his hands on a bystander's legs was enough to tell anyone that it was very real...

Having already experienced a similar situation before, Nori was calm as he sighed, disappointed that his relaxing evening was ruined. Even though he wasn't that nearby the creature and could probably simply walk away, an innocent bystander was already killed by the raging beast and a young girl, who appeared to be paralyzed by fear was soon going to be the next victim.

Luckily enough, before Nori could do anything, a red haired woman in a strange costume and wielding a two handed fire sword saved the girl, using a huge sphere of flames to make the creature flinch and then throwing it back. As the Fude brush appeared in his hand, he walked forward, towards the place where the red haired girl and the creature were exchanging blows. The very moment the girl blocked the creature's attack and began overpowering it, pushing it backwards, Nori saw an opening for him to do something.

Nori did want to use his 'Demonic Ink' to try to cut the creature, but he didn't know if it would be enough to cut or make a dent on the creature's carapace. Giving a quick glance at the creature's body, he noticed that his abdomen seemed to be the place where his armor was the weakest. If he was able to find an opening, his demonic ink could probably open a sizeable wound on the creature. Unfortunately, the creature was too focused on the armored girl and he didn't knew if he would be able to hit only the creature seeing how the girl and the monster were changing blows and moving around. It was then that Nori had an idea...

With light, quick and agile movements, Nori ran closer where the battle was happening. His movements, despite the speed, were almost as if he was calmly gliding through the grass. The second he got in a medium distance, he spun his Fude brush besides him, before drawing a long streak of black ink in the ground, stopping just behind the creature and making it's feet sink inside the line he drew. That specific ink was named by Nori as Suzuri no tamashii due to how it behaved. Thanks to the armored girl being blocking and pushing pushing the creature back, that line would hopefully be enough to make it lose it's footing, giving both of them some time to think and the other bystanders, time to run.

The moment the creature's feet sank into Nori's ink, he turned towards the armored girl, calling to her with a calm voice.

"Please, don't move!" he said, loud enough for the girl to hear as he moved it's brush with arcing, fast movements, almost as a samurai would move it's naginata.

From his brush, two streaks of red blood ink came out. Flying through the air almost as if they were cutting it, the streaks of ink went straight towards the creature's abdomen. The line he made behind the creature before and the armored girl temporarily pushing against the creature with her blade would provide Nori enough of an opening to send those attacks to it, without hitting the girl.

[User]
Gushiken Torami had been walking around the city for quite some time, as part of her usual evening stroll. She'd been keeping an eye out for anything strange this whole time, but ever since that one anomaly where one of the monsters had been attacking the local mall and tore it asunder, everything had just been... normal. Too normal, even. It was enough for Torami to doubt what she saw was real.

Torami sat down on park bench where she remembered her father finding her on. A group of four girls were the first ones Torami had her eyes on. They certainly chose an odd time to have a picnic, but that wasn't something she'd personally consider interesting enough to keep watching. She did pay enough attention to notice they were all looking in one general direction, and shifted her attention accordingly. That plastic disc-like object that some young men were throwing around as part of a game struck a peculiar chord of fascination. Torami found herself entranced, as though she could watch the game for hours.

...

Then all of a sudden, it happened. A monster had burst out of the ground under one of the players' feet. Everyone had scampered in all directions as would be expected, and that was enough to keep casualties to a minimum at the very least since the monster could only target one person at a time. However, one of the original four girls that Torami was watching had been completely paralyzed in fear from the sight of the attacking monster, and the picnic basket and that "disc" still lied on the ground where the monster could easily trample on them, intentionally or otherwise. Without a second's hesitation, Torami raced to grab both of those things, and immediately caught up to the girl whose friends had inadvertently left her behind.

"Excuse me!" Torami called out, carrying the disc-like object on top of the closed basket, "Are any of these items yours?"

While Torami's clothes had transformed in preparation to combat the monster, she had yet to realize that that was what she was meant to do.

[Assistant]
As Liam was coming close to conquering the boss upon his screen, the calming atmosphere was broken as a mass of people screaming could be heard coming from deeper in the park. Looking up, he can see some of them running his direction, fear quite evident upon their faces as they approach. But what really got his attention from them was what they were yelling about. All of them making mention of a beast. A monster.

And they were coming from where that light still rested in the sky.

Quickly returning his handheld to its case and placing it back into his bag, Liam with little thought began to run against the tide of frightened citizens made haste towards the light and whatever this "monster" is. It wasn't long before he came across the field below the light. And it only took a moment more to see that the screams of a monster were indeed not an exaggeration. There was an honest to god massive beast was here! In reality!

His eyes then caught motion going on around the large beast. Not only was there the monster, he realized there was, in fact, people already fighting it too! From what he could see, it appeared as two girls and a guy had already engaged it. And not just that. It looked like they were actually putting up a fight with strange powers of their own, if the fire and weird streaks being used by the people were any indication.

As the fight continued in front of him, Liam's mind raced. He should, by all accounts, be fleeing away from such a terror. No one could fault him on it. But Liam could feel it at his very core. He could fight this thing. He HAD to help fight it. Liam grimaced as he looked at his hands. How the hell is he supposed to fight lik-

Rattle, Rattle.

The sound of metallic chains sounded in his ears. He glanced around at the strange sound, only to realize it had come from in front of him. From his very arms no less, as two chains began to unfurl out of them. Strangely, Liam found he wasn't bothered by their sudden appearance. They felt like… they were part of him. He couldn't explain it. Not that he had the time to, What with the fight going on before him.

Instinctively, the chains that came hovering out of his arms and seemed to align with his eyes on the monster. He also took note that at the ends of both chains sat a considerable sized metal ball. He had no doubt it had weight to them either. If they could fall upon the beast perhaps…

It was then the chains, upon this very thought, shot into the sky up over the beast. As they reached what he felt was the right spot, his arms grabbed at the new seemingly magical chains and reacted by immediately motioning his arms with them into a slamming motion. And they responded as he had envisioned, as the two weighted masses slammed into the beast's back.

Liam couldn't help but grin to himself at this as adrenaline began to run in his veins. He really could fight like this! And as the chains retracted rapidly back to him, he was ready to take a stand against the beast with those others and protect the civilians still fleeing.

Is this what it's like to feel like a hero, I wonder?


[System]
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon

Bio: Based on his appearance, one would assume that Singed was some sort of brutal monster, one with little brain mass who fought every chance he got. This would be wrong. He is, however fucking nuts. For his entire life, Singed had always been a special child. One that would have made for prime bully fodder...if the bullies weren't terrified of him. One of the first really blatant signs of his insanity was his inability to remember the names of anyone, and instead choosing to call people either by their title, or Steve (for males) and Jenny (for females). Now you would think, you'd really think that with a mind this messed up, he clearly had to come from a broken family, but nope. His family was mind numbingly normal. Worried about their poor insane son, Singed's parents took him to counseling. Not even five minutes later, the therapist ran out of the room screaming. To this day, no one is entirely sure what happened in that room. And so, Singed's childhood continued without any attempts to 'fix' it, mostly because he had been blacklisted from every psychiatric facility

Despite having a natural affinity for Lava magic because of his heritage, Singed ignored it in favor of Obscurity, because, in his words, it would make him one step closer to godhood. Using his affinity for Lava magic with Obscurity magic lead to some rather unique results. Which the general public still hasn't decided if it is a crime against nature, or just mind numbingly weird. As scary as he was, Singed wasn't violent at all. In fact, nothing short of an attack on his person could get him to respond with violence. This was the sole reason why he hadn't been locked up for public safety.

Singed spent most of his life learning how to use his Obscurity magic, neglecting his Lava magic training in the process. This has left his skill with his natural magic nearly nonexistent. His many experiments have also left his neighborhood deathly afraid of corn. He insists that he's a scientist, yet he doesn't act like one. all of his experiments seem to have no greater purpose, and in fact look more like some who's board just messing around. While one might jump to the conclusion that these 'experiments' are just a front to hurt people, said argument would quickly fall apart upon learning that Singed's most request test subject is himself. He might be crazy, but he's still harmless enough to leave alone. If anything, he makes the neighborhood safer. Not many are willing to rob someone who's so close to that crazy guy and his corn...not after the last one.

One of his more crazy forms of crazy is his talking to inanimate object. He will sometimes have complete conversations with them, and sometimes even get into arguments with them. This can lead him to destroying said object over whatever insult he believes it gave him. In fact, he once tried to torture a garden gnome, because he thought it was a forward scout for the cookie elf branch of the Candyland army. He tried all sorts of things; from locking it into a box, to locking it into a box with the corn, to playing good cop bad cop with Turtle, to exposing him to music by teenage artists, yet nothing worked. Eventually, he realized he wouldn't be getting information out of him. So while he greatly respected him, Steve the elf/gnome died hot lava. After that, Singed found the Candyland army's forward base (a small patch of plants growing near Magma) and killed all of them with corn and spiders.

Even though he was full blown crazy, his parents never resented Singed for that. If anything, they were more worried about him then their own reputation. This was something that Singed easily took notice of, so he still retains a healthy relationship with them to this day. Despite never having any sort of official job, Singed always seemed to have enough money to feed himself. Singed being Singed, no one was brave enough to ask him where he kept getting money. If someone did work up the nerve to ask him what he was doing with his time, he would answer with something along the lines of 'unlocking the secrets of the world' although he wouldn't go into detail about just what that entailed. Eventually one day, he packed up his things and left his life long home of Magma. When asked where he was going and why, Singed would simply reply by calling whoever asked an ignorant fool and go about his business.

Elements; Lava/Obscurity

Corn: Singed's favorite ability. drawing a 3D image of a small pile of corn with lava. This drawing will then change into an actual pile of corn. Singed can then order the corn to either 'feast' or 'mate'. What difference there is between these two orders (if any) is unknown, but they make the corn shoot at the target and burrow into them. Once inside, the corn will begin to expel lava.

Turtle: By drawing a 3D image of a turtle with lava, Singed brings to life a cute and friendly little turtle. Once stepped on however, the turtle will quickly say 'hello' before exploding into a plume of lava

Squirrel: By drawing a 3D image of a squirrel with lava, Singed brings to life a fluffy squirrel...who will turn into a rabid monster on command. Once he has ordered it to, the squirrel will maul it's target, it's eyes red, and breathing lava.

Spider: By drawing a 3D image of a spider with lava, Singed brings to life a tiny spider...that shoots out lava instead of string.

Mundane object creation: Singed can also use his Obscurity magic to make more mundane things. However, he can't make anything to mechanically complex that he hasn't made a special spell for.

Weaknesses: His elemental weakness is Ice, however his other weaknesses are much more note worthy. They include, but aren't limited to; the number four, butter, orchestral music, getting stabbed in the eye, foreigners (sometimes), being killed, and bubbles.

Other: Gentlemen...behold!

[User]
Palythius

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As I was resting these two hooligans began to fight a few yards away. I didn't pay attention to them at first because I didn't want to fight this ultra-badass in shining armor, but when the victim dodged a bulky sword and cut through the bench, I began to wonder. What if that was the bench I chose to sleep on? What if he just sliced through me like butter? And why the hell is this armored guy... in armor, and more importantly, terrorizing a random citizen? I pondered. I walked a few feet towards them, then I took a deep breath and sprinted, jumping and hitting this knight in the side of the head with my knee, and I fell down and cracked my shoulder after the stunt, watching as the knight slowly broke his sword from the bench... after he got up from getting hit so hard out of nowhere. He looked a little dazed, but I knew that I was on the top of his list of priorities now. He stared at me with cold, unmerciful eyes as I stood up, grasping my shoulder. I took a few deep breaths before deciding it was toasty time. I could tell that he wasn't very happy about it as his armor only made the heat from the flames burn his gryphon skin and feathers worse. He swung his sword, cutting my snout about a quarter-inch deep. I stopped breathing fire on him, stepping back and out of his sword's range. He groaned loudly as I watched his mail armor grow a dull red from the intense heat.

Ganymede

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I stared for a minute at the gargoyle I had knocked down. "... Huh? Oh, sorry. I just heard... this, I guess, and came to try to resolve it... I was hoping for a peaceful resolution, but I guess they just can't comprehend pacifism. Uh... my name is Ganymede. It sounds weird, but I'm from Aqua. You know... the nation with a town name that means 'The spit of a dove flying over a dark cloud'? A lot of weird names originate from there. Sometimes. What's your name?" I asked, looking back at the one who got himself in the thick of the situation in the first place. I looked closely, checking to see if there were any injuries. I didn't see any obvious ones, so we must have saved him before he got his head bashed in, or got kidnapped and eaten in a stew by one of the gargoyles.

[Assistant] After taking everyone's attacks, including another of my own, specifically, a sharp stone that I created and launched at him, the shield-bearing gargoyle ran off, dropping his shield in the process. Not really wanting to follow him, I instead stayed with the group, and finally introduced myself. "I'm David. I'm supposed to be on a test that's supposed to determine who the next guardian of the earth piece will be... um... thanks for your help, everyone... oh, I guess I can tell you what the test is about... I'm supposed to go into the deep forest, and bring back the rarest fruit or seed that I can find... it... sounds a lot easier than it is," I explain to everyone as I look over to the fiery dragon named Singed, who was talking to some sort of creation made of lava, as well as a tree. Said creation resembled a turtle, and only ever said 'hello', while the tree, obviously, said nothing. Somehow, he got the idea that he was famous, as he thought that we would all know who he was, already... but, then again, it didn't seem like any of us actually came from, or might have had contact with anyone else from Magma, so, while we don't know him, he very well could be famous... or, more likely, infamous. I looked around for any other clearings, as the forest was dark enough to literally be jet black, save for the clearings, such as this one, which provided the much-needed golden rays of the sun, as well as a limited range of visibility. "So... can anyone here see another clearing? We're just going to be running around in circles in the dark without them," I point out to the rest of my team, hoping that someone among them might have some sort of idea... of course... fire provided light, and one of us was from Magma... then again, there was also a rare type of magic that is solely based around light...


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

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Yavanna managed to duck out of the way, as Kili kicked his leg in her direction "Shhh...shh...it's okay...it's going to be okay." she soothed, as she stroked his arm "Fili, try and hold him down...this isn't helping him." she told his elder brother. Kili needed to lay still, or all the lashing out; would just make the poison flow bit faster. Yavanna looked through the cupboard, seeing a few clothes...she dipped one in cold water and gently brushed it over Kili's forehead...to try and bring down the fever.

Listening to the medicine Bard had...Yavanna shook her head "That's all too weak, and wouldn't get rid of the poison in his system." she muttered. "Kingsfoil has healing properties..and is used in Elvish medicine.." she informed Bard as he said he was feeding it to the pigs.

Yavanna looked at Oin. "There's a few things, but if I don't have Kingsfoil or Athelas..it won't work." she told him honestly; sadness in her eyes. For the spells she had in mind, the plant was required. Just then, Yavanna thought she heard a noise. But it was probably just something outside. She tried to shake it off.

Kili lashed out again and managed to kick her. Yavanna coughed as she didn't move out of the way in-time...as his foot got in her the chest. "Kili...it's okay, we're just trying to help you." she soothed him. Yavanna tried to get her breath back. She felt uneasy all of a sudden..and looked back at the door. Trying to shake off the bad feeling. But the doors burst open; Yavanna gasped as something grabbed her from behind; trying to choke her. She gasped...feeling strong, brutal Orcish arms around her throat.

The Princess struggled...trying to reach for her dagger. As the Orc had managed to pin her arms behind her back.

A few more orcs had piled into the house, going to attack the feeble Kili. Kili managed to kick one, but groaned falling off the table, as he did so.

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Bofur was having better luck. After a through search, he'd stumbled across a pigpen. One of the pigs was chewing on something all too familiar to him -- the kingsfoil. Quickly, he ran back towards Bard's home, the weed clutched tightly in his hand. Unbeknownst to Bofur, he was leading Bolg and several orcs right back with him.

Oin did what he could to help Fili and Saeril. "Where is he?!" Bofur was taking too long. There was a loud thud on the roof, and Sigrid looked to see if Bard had returned, and she was horrified when an orc managed to make its way inside, having to scream. As if things weren't bad enough already, they were now under attack.

Shouting out loud, Oin picked up an empty bowl from the table where Bard had scattered the herbs and threw it at the Orc, having no other weapons to use. With Fili joining in to fight them off, Saeril shielded Kili, until she stabbed the Orc that had a grip on Yavanna.

Outside, Bofur was also being attacked, and just as he's about to be killed, an arrow shot the back of the obscene creature.

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Yavanna gasped for breath...as Saeril had stabbed an orc that held her tight. She spun around, pulling out her dagger before she run across the room. The orc that jumped through the window, went to attack Sigrid and Tilda. Yavanna kicked the Orc away, slicing across his throat. The orc shrieked...falling down. They really didn't need this. As if things weren't bad enough, they had to get worse.

Tauriel had made her way to Lake Town with Legolas, the pair had been tracking down the Orcs. As she fired an arrow, at the Orc that went to attack Bofur. She run towards the Dwarf. "Are you alright? Where are the others?" she asked him.

Just then, she heard a few screams coming from a house near by. Giving away the location of his friends and where the Orcs went.

Another Orc, was making it's way towards Yavanna.

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The winged she-elf gripped an Orc by his back with her nail-cuffs, before he could even reach Kili, and with full-strength, Saeril threw the creature out the window, shattering it as wooden pieces fell from the impact. To get out of the ensuing chaos, she quickly and carefully moved Kili off the ground, and to the bed nearby. An orc was about to hit her from behind, but she was quick to turn around and fend it off, keeping it away from the injured dwarf.

Just as the one Orc began to advance upon the princess, an arrow hit it the head before it could reach her. Legolas appeared at the door, and sheathed his daggers to kill off the remaining creatures, who were attacking the children. He killed and slashed at another Orc who was close to hitting the she-elf, before stabbing two more nearby.

However, one of the Orcs managed to escape. "Oakenshield has gone!", he told Bolg in Black Speech, who was standing nearby. "Fall back! Regroup at the bridge!", the leader ordered as the orc pack retreats.


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Age: 18
Appearance:

Bio/Summary: The Brandeau family owns lands not far from the Empire's northern frontier. Hence, the family has become keenly involved in keeping their lands safe from dangers. The Brandeaus have developed a strong sense of noblesse oblige from their time as wardens and protectors of the folk of the north, and they are considered among the most dedicated to the safety of the people. However, as a consequence of their mingling with commoners and isolation from the heartlands, the Brandeau family has diverged from contemporary noble culture more and more over the years, and is considered to only technically be nobility.

Leon is but one of many children of the Brandeau family, but he is the only one that has been sent to the Cadenza Military Academy. Leon is an exemplary son of the Brandeau family; he is polite and honest and dedicated to protecting both the common man and the empire. However, while he isn't stupid by any means, his naivety can lead him to make many mistakes out of ignorance, and he is incapable of subtlety unless coached through it carefully by someone else.

Vessel: When dormant, Leon's vessel is a crest in the shape of a spear that he wears on his chest. When activated, it transforms into a glaive, being his weapon of choice. The vessel's name is Bastion.

Abilities:
Bastion's abilities involve manipulating earth and stone to Leon's advantage.
-Granite Phalanx: By jamming his glaive into the ground, Leon creates a wall adorned with rocky spikes.
-Lucerne Breaker: Leon slams the flat of his glaive on the ground, causing the ground around him to shake violently for a few seconds and break apart.
-Terra Spike: Engaging in a lunging thrust, Leon causes the ground immediately in front of him to bellow forth in a sort of spike.

Equipment: Leon carries a handful of javelins to hurl at his foes if he finds himself bereft of other options.

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Esther von Degraff

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Esther soon calmed down after seeing her comrades going after the snatched medic. Ghost or not, there was no way they would be able to handle all of them at once. She had utmost faith in the skills of her teammates after all.

However, said calmness turned into panic once more as wolves out of nowhere attacked next. It seemed fate didn't wish to give them a break at all.

"W-wolves?" she said once she recognized the threat. With their limited sight, it shouldn't be that odd that the creatures managed to ambush them as they were split apart.

One of them leaped towards her, fang wide open as it aimed to bite her neck off. She had no time to change her vessel into combat mode so she had to respond by leaping away from the creature. Her panicked jump made her land straight on her butt however, sending off a signal to the wolf that she was vulnerable once more. It ran straight at her once more, merciless and without any hesitation. However, Esther had enough time to activate her vessel this time, so when the wolf leaped at her, it crashed into her wind barrier, causing it to whimper as it felt pain from the impact.

"Hrrgh, this is the worst day ever!" Esther shouted to no one in particular, just to fend off her frustration.

With animals, especially predators like wolves, Esther had no hesitation. She retaliated by sending off a wind blade towards the creature. It actually managed to dodge however, but it was enough to send a signal that the girl was actually a threat, so the beast now merely growled as it circled around her, looking for an opening to attack.

Esther looked around in the meantime. It seemed she had been separated from the others. She just hoped the others were alright. She looked back at the wolf again. As she felt a bead of sweat roll through her cheek, she told herself that she could handle this one guy just fine. No need to panic.

...And then, another pair of wolves came into her sight, making it three wolves now that she had to fight.

Really, what did she do wrong to deserve this?

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@Mercurial

TZI TI'AMTUM

Wolves. In his experience, they didn't really go for big groups of humans like theirs, but maybe they were some ghost-cursed wolfpack (not that ghosts were real, because no way he was fighting ghosts; it was probably some hostile force attacking them with their trained animals, yeah, that was way more sensible). Either way, he could see their growling shapes through the white, snow-filled air, barrelling down the hill towards him, Leon and poor Wagnill. If it wasn't his imagination, then he was totally smelling them salivating all over three seemingly-vulnerable targets. They weren't catching a single break at all.

Dangit, they just had to attack from uphill. It was going to be real hard to fight them off like this, not when any movement of his arms would probably turn ol' Wagnill into one of those snowballs that got bigger and bigger the more they rolled down a hillside. Tzi glanced at Leon's form in the corner of his eye. Both of them really weren't that suited to swinging their giant sticks around today.

He took a deep breath. Not the right time to panic right now. He just needed to get a good way to get rid of all those wolves. Wolf meat could be eaten, right? He'd never actually tried any, but what if the stuff was poisonous? How would he prepare it? But that meant he needed to take out all the wolves first, and his trident wasn't going to be stabbing anything any time soon. So if he wanted to use Retiarius, he'd have to make use of one of its abilities.

Wagnill wasn't going to get ditched any time soon. No way. When the guy woke up, he'd be happy to know that Tzi'd netted him some meat to chew on.

"Casting the Net"

The flow of energy intensified. Tzi breathed in. His unmoving trident, still holding up the stretcher that held Wagnill, glowed, and a massive net, its fibres made of magic itself, launched out towards the three wolves pouncing towards them. He'd always thought that animals were smarter, but they'd chosen the worst place to jump. Now that they were airborne, there was absolutely no way they could change their direction.

No way to get outta the way of his giant net.

It was like spearfishing in a barrel, except the barrel was a cold hillside and the fish were wolves.

If the three got caught, the weight of the net would drop them like a rock, and then it wouldn't be him and the pals on the downhill. Nor would Wagnill'd be forced to turn into a snowball.

It'd be the wolves instead.

The net nabbed them, the magical creation enveloping the three lupines in a tangled mess of whines and howls. Tzi grinned as they fell onto the snow with a thud, sliding uncontrollably down the hillside as gravity proceeded to remind the animals who was truly the king of the mountain. The grin proceeded to fall off the trident-user's face. They certainly wouldn't be eating those wolves any time soon.

But there was a bigger problem. Something rockier than just wolves.

Actual rocks rolling down.

"Anybody gotta way to take out those boulders?" he shouted over the wind.

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✠ G R A D O N G I L T W I T H ✠

⛨ Current Location: Mountain Path ⛨

"Esther calm down. There's no such things as ghosts, trust me," Gradon said, trying to get a better grip on his classmate. While he had no doubt Althea needed help, this weather was just too hazardous for either of them to be leaping into the fray blind. That, and he could somewhat hear the pounding of crunching snow underfoot, indicating that some of the other cadets had got the memo that something wasn't right.

Yet as he strained to hear over the snow and wind, another set of pounding was noticed and seemed to be getting louder with each passing second. "Wolves? Right now?" he asked to the air as the creatures made their appearances known. Hungry and feral, it was just their luck that they would be targeting them now of all times. Worse yet, Esther had somehow gotten separated from him as the wolves descended on their group in large numbers.

Activating his Vessel, Gradon held Round Table out before him and batted away the leaping creatures. He was just barely able to hear the Captain's command, indicating that yes, they were under attack. "Esther! Esther, where are you!" he called out, stumbling in the storm to locate the girl. "Esther-" Gradon stumbled backwards, legs hitting something large and warm. Rolling in the snow, it took a few moments of dazed wonder to note that he had tripped over one of the wolves.

"Oh, Esther. There you are," he said, getting up and brushing himself off. "We should probably get back to the main group before-oh." Now he saw that he had tripped over one of three wolves, each of which were snarling now. So that was what had been keeping her back. "Get ready to fight," he said to Esther, holding his blade out and slashing as soon as the wolves jumped at them.

Back at Althea's location, the mysterious girl paused to actually comprehend the words being spoken to her. Was…Was she being serious? Blinking, she allowed Althea to wrap her arms around her in a bear hug, twisting about to give the masked girl a look of raised eyebrow. And then she slammed her elbow into Althea's gut, throwing her off and away. Did she look like some poor soul lost in the snow?

Well, actually, maybe a little…no time to ponder on that now. Not when a boy seemed to manifest out of nowhere, all with a bad pun and a swing of an axe. Winking at him, the girl spun about and slammed the heel of her boot into the flat side of the weapon to knock it away. Whoever she was, she certainly had flexibility…and some steel boots too.

All smiles, she ignored both the boy and the rapidly approaching form of other cadets to turn and locate Althea. Eyes trailing to her side, the mismatched girl bared a happy grin, revealed a healthy amount of what looked like shark teeth. Without waiting any longer she leapt at Althea, eager to tear the diary away from her form and disappear again into the snow.

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@McFazzer

As she flew through the air Althea was still under the impression that she was dealing with a delirious woman. Her initial words, her false request for help, had shaped Althea's entire reaction to the situation.

It wasn't until the woman effortlessly parried Crispin's ax blow with a spin kick that Althea realized she had made the wrong judgment. She should have gone with her soldier training in the first place, it seemed. However it was the shark grin that actually kicked her into fighting mode. That was incredibly freaky. What kind of person filed their teeth like that, it was absurd.

As the woman lunged for her she grabbed her knife with her left hand and channeled her magic in her right. She thrust up with both, vaguely aiming to stab the woman's hand as it reached to grab her. At the same time she she closed her eyes and crushed the vile in her right hand.

There was a deafening explosion and a brilliant flash of light escaped from her fist as the magnesium and other chemicals reacted with the water in the air, causing a violent exothermic reaction right in front the woman's face. The flash powder detonation was not harmful in a lethal sense, but neither of them would be hearing or seeing anything for some time. Althea's closed eyes, hood and tinted lenses would protect her slightly but it was still a painful thing to do to herself.

She had chosen flash powder because she doubted crisp would be willing to help her if she had used one of her gasses, nor would they be fast enough and there was no way she was using acid this close to herself. She was also hoping her blind stab and gauntleted punch would force the stunned woman off of her.