[System]
Introducing... the pilot/slicer/face of the team!
Age: 25
Race: Human
Skills:
-Exceptional Pilot
-Skilled Starship Mechanic(But if it isn't a spaceship he doesn't know)
-Charismatic
-Good with computer systems
-Trained with a blaster(Not exceptional)
-Sabaac Player
Weaknesses:
-Melee Combat
-Long range (100m+) Combat
-Really likes money
-Wanted by major crime lord(Tyber Zann)
-Obsessivly attached to his trench coat and ship

Equipment:
-Chest armour is old Clone armour painted black.
-Goggles have thermal and night vision settings, can also display a hud.
-2x Renegade Heavy Blaster Pistols (One on each hip)
-1x DC17 pistol (attached to right boot and typically set to stun as neither heavy blaster has a stun setting)
-1x Blaster Caribe
-1x Consular Class Cruiser(Clone wars retrofit, painted black and heavily modded for speed + 4 concussion missile launchers)

History:

This is the rough basis of his life-

-Corellian born, son of a CEC Engineer.
-Joined CEC at 18 to assist with testing ships where he gained most of his pilot skills.
-Wanted to do more, stole a ship and left family behind.
-Began smuggling for Tyber Zann
-Got the Nightfury
-Pirates ambushed meeting point between himself and another transport, they stole the cargo from the other transport (Before it had been loaded on the Nightfury) opposing captain told Tyber Zann that Wells had set them up.
-On the run from Tyber Zann
-Saves a bounty hunters life, Tor Maximus, teams up.
-Gets the call to go to a remote station within the corporate sector.

[User]
The man with green eyes just shook his head, after raising an eyebrow at the exchange between Corminna and Tor. "The guards who volunteered to remain or even return to the surface of Belona have no control over the shield. Though they do have my respect for being stuck on a world full of convicts, and from the reports they have created some... semblence of order. Though for all we know that could mean anything from that prisoners aren't just instantly killed to a utopian society." He shrugged. "You can't rely on using him to get through the shield, however if you feel that he will help you obtain your objective or even escape... I won't dispute you using him." He then turned to Sirka.

"No-ones really sure who it belongs too, the Corporate Sector transfer funds out to dump prisoners on it and the Imperials do too. However the ships in orbit are old Separatist warships presumably to remove any chance of bribery being used. You can't exactly go ahead and bribe most droids. In terms of your package... getting to her is one problem. Getting her to come back is another problem. She may not be entirely willing, and I'd prefer it if you didn't beat her up. She'll probably be getting frail and fragile in her old age." He shrugged. "I'll send details to you when you arrive in orbit above Belona." A Wookie walked into the room, with one briefcase for everyone and handed them over. "Two million credits in advanced payment." He turned to walk out the room, turning around as he reached the door. "I hope to see you soon."

Tony just shrugged as the man left, and moved up the ramp and stood in the middle and raised his arms to stop anyone boarding. "House rules, you get the rooms you're given. You don't touch or go near engineering and leave my shit alone. If you can do that, we'll get along fine. As Tors going to go help our latest arrival move her stuff-" Tony nodded to Sirka and Dazan. "You two come with me, I'll get you settled."

[Assistant]
Sirka looked down at her case almost in disbelief as she cracked it open slightly to peer inside. She had known going into this what kind of credits these employers would be offering, but to actually have such a large sum in her hands brought it all into reality. The amount they were paying seemed too good to be true, but she could see for herself how true it really was. And this was only the advanced payment.

"Two million credits." Sirka began, giving a slight huff as she closed up her case. "I guess this really is happening. It's an awful bold move giving a buch of mercenaries a two million down payment on their services. Luckily for them, I realize that anyone who can give out ten million credits in advance payments is not someone you want to anger. "

As Sirka was stepping up onto the ramp, Tony started explaining his rules for his ship. While Sirka would do pretty much anything for the credits she was being paid, it was nice to hear that she wouldn't have to put up with anything ridiculous on the way. "Yeah, yeah, I'll follow your rules...or maybe just pay you a few hundred thousand credits to do whatever I want, depends on my mood." She said with a slight chuckle. "Anyway, just put me somewhere with enough space for me to lay down and I won't have a reason to complain. I'm from Nar Shaddaa, so it's not like I'm high-maintenance."

[User]
"I'm not one to be an errand boy, but for you miss I would punch my way through a stampede of reeks and trust me its a lot harder than it sounds." Tor said wit a smirk before running off to Bay 3. He was gone no more than 10 minutes before he was seen toting a large gray trunk over on his shoulder. The container was quite large and an impressive feat for one man to carry in such a manner, however Tor was a very strong individual. He was always boasting to people about his strength and the fact he beat a Wookiee in an arm wrestling contest. He headed up the Nightfury's ramp. "You can follow me ner (my) cyar'ika (sweetheart) I'll show you to your quarters." Tor said panting slightly.

Tor lead her to the cabins on board the ship near the bridge. Most of the rooms were vacant since only Tor and Tony used two of the many they had. He led her to a room that had a feminine aspect to it in décor, except it had weapon racks, armor statue, and a computer with hundreds of weapon, armor, and gadget designs on it. "This is my niece's room when she comes aboard when bounty hunting season is high. She is quite the little merciless little hunter, feel free to use her racks and computer and everything else really."

[Assistant]
Tony walked into the ship flanked by the reptile. He hit a key opening a door which opened into one of the bedrooms. "It isn't exactly made for a member of your species but we can retrofit the bed to however it is that you sleep so that you can rest comfortably, you should be able to fit the rest of your things in the room anyway." He leaned back looking at Tor as he guided the female companion into the ship. "Yeah and the computer isn't networked into any of the ships systems if you have any idea. Also your niece is 19, she isn't as little anymore." He felt like adding an aside, though he felt that would be pushing his luck especially with a Mandalorian. He pointed to the room next door "That ones yours Mr.Other person." He shrugged.

"I guess I'll need to power up the ship and get us on our way." He looked at Tor. "If you want to show our friends to the firing range and the armory if they're interested I'll go get us set off on our next adventure in space. Recovering a prisoner from Belona, who we won't know the identity off until we get there... though the money is good. I like the money, the money is good." He turned to the right and headed for the cockpit where he sat down and began flicking switches, the first off which was to raise the ramp before powering up the ships repulsors, lifting the ship gently off the floor of the landing bay and turn turning out into space. As the engines ignited in a blue flare the ship rocketed off out of the station. He turned to his astromech. "Lay in a course for Belona." There were a couple of long toned tweedles. "Yes you can meet our guests-" The droid began to turn. "Once we're safely in hyperspace. Set a course for Belona."

Another set of chirps eminated from the droid. "Hey, I heard that. Just do as you're told."

[User]
As expected, Sirka's room wasn't really designed for someone of her size, but she could manage. As the Human had said, they could figure something out along the way. Besides, just looking around the ship at all of the exposed wires, it wasn't like these guys cared about the looks of their ship; they wanted function. Respectable, in Sirka's eyes.

Sirka wasted no time in making herself at home in her room. There were compartments large enough to hold her heavy repeater if she packed it properly, but she elected to keep it propped up against her bed regardless. If it was needed, she liked to be able to know exactly where it was and to be able to grab it quickly. The same was true of her E-11, which she pulled from its holster and slid underneath her pillow, though its holster, and all of her other bandoliers and other belongings she was fine with putting away in the storage compartments. For the moment, she packed away the case full of credits as well, but she did not like the idea of just keeping it in her room. Honestly, she didn't know how to deal with all of that money, but it seemed like a bad idea to keep it all in one spot, in or out of a bank. It would probably be a good idea to spread it around in different places, though she would need to do some research on how exactly to do it all. For the moment, she at least wanted to see if this ship had any hidden compartments she could use.

Once she had found a place for all of her belongings, Sirka stepped out of her room to find one of the others, not really caring who it was. This ship, the Nightfury, was large, but she couldn't just avoid everyone else for the duration of the mission. As such, she might as well try to talk to them, or at least learn all of their names. Tor and the Human woman were the first people she came across, so she figured they were as good a place as any to start. She leaned up against the door frame of the room with her arms crossed. "So, how long's it going to take to get to this 'Belona'? I guess we should at least all get introduced or something. Name's Sirka'ith. I'm from Nar Shaddaa, and no I wasn't hatched or raised there, but I'll be in my grave before I call Lwhekk my home."

[Assistant]
Tor huffed as Tony pointed out his niece wasn't all that little. "She may be 19 but she will always be my dala'ika (little girl) to me!" Tor shouted at Tony. She was in fact very mature for her age, having to babysit her uncle more so than vice versa when they went on hunts together. However Tony was off on his way to set their destination to Belona and he could feel the ship lift off and move through the atmosphere and eventually away from the planet. The gargantuan lizard made its way over to Tor and hopefully soon to be girlfriend if he was smooth enough to pick her up. It finally introduced itself to him in a polite manner, Tor figured she either wanted to get greetings out of the way or realized they would be stuck with each other a long time.

"It shouldn't be too long to Belona, Tony has modified the Nightfury to be incredibly fast for its size, faster than a blockade runner at least. I would say it could almost give the Millennium Falcon a run for its money, but ship specifics, hyper drive engines, and all that is my vod (brother's) department." Tor explained answering Sirka'ith's first question. "I am Tor Maximus, Chieftain of the noble Maximus clan of Mandalore. I have many places I call home, but Mandalore is where I am most drawn to protect."

[User]
Sirka looked around at the walls around her as Tor was describing the ship. "Hmm, looks like you pulled it out of a junkyard, but as long as it's got it where it counts. I was never one for looks, it's all about how it performs. Goes for pretty much anything, really." She commented.

Turning her gaze to the human woman, Sirka sized her up and flicked out her scent tongues to get a sense of her and Tor's mood. The fact that she was late to even show up might not reflect well on her, but then again, it wasn't like Sirka hadn't done the same thing in the past. Depending on if she was busy, distracted, or drinking, getting to meetings on time might not seem all that important. She didn't look to be equipped for heavy combat, so Sirka guessed her skills lay elsewhere. For a prison break, Sirka guessed that they would need a lot of different kinds of skills, though that meant herself and probably Tor would have to pick up their slack in a straight up fight. From the way she manipulated Tor as soon as she met him, Sirka guessed that seduction was perfectly within what she was willing to do, which could be useful. Of course, their introduction also revealed that Tor was particularly weak to seduction, so she would need to keep an eye on him when they ran into any females that could be working against them.

[Assistant]
Tony leaned against the wall in the hallway. He then tapped the ships hall with his knuckle twice. "I think you will find I did not find her in a junkyard, I found her as a shipwreck and then managed to convince an old boss to give her too me. Also just because I don't tidy up doesn't make it junk. She'll give a ship a fraction of her size a run for her money. I've outrun TIES in this thing, and those buggers make up for lack of shielding in speed and manueverability." he looked into the room nodding at Tors new toy, or was Tor her new toy?

"If you guys are really wanting to get all chummy if we're going to be doing some missions together all you need to know is this ships my baby, my names Tony and I'm a slicer and ship mechanic. If you want anything else you go to Tor he does the guns and the vehicles and thinks he's a good pilot but last time I saw him use his jetpack I needed to save his ass on the same day he tried to collect a bounty on my head." He shook his head. "I'm sure it was so embarassing, before we left a couple of kids called him Falling man I found it quite amusing."


[System]
PERSONNEL FILE

{ Alexander Washburn }{ 199680 }

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General Information
age:// Twenty-four
birth date:// April 12th
gender:// Male
occupation:// Florist

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Biologyheight:// 6'3
weight:// 196 lb
hair color:// Blonde-brown
eye color:// Blue
tattoos, scars, piercings:// He got his appendix removed. Does that count?

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Psychologyability:// Troubadour trash.

personality:// Alex is the kind of person who most would see as kind of a dick. He's a shitstirrer, and he has been all his life. He is also very proud of his shitstirring skills, and puts a stupid amount of effort into keeping every joke, every insult, every single negative comment unique and interesting. He likes to think he's not too bad as a person though, because for every insult targeting someone else, he'll brutally rip into himself with even greater cruelty. Along with that, once he's decided he likes you, he'll gladly wield his insults in your defence. Only he can insult his friends, after all!

Other than that, there's not much to say. He's an unapologetic superhero fan and degenerate weeb, working in his ex-military grandfathers flower shop, being the old mans only living relative and vice-versa. The two insult each other near constantly, but in reality they are about as close as a grandparent and grandchild can be, as he'd raised Alex since he was just two years old. Unlike many people raised by veterans, Alex has a tendency to get scared quite easily. While insults tend to help him get by, it's pretty rare for him to go into an actual dangerous situation without some plan or assurance that he's either strong enough to win easily, or of an escape route he can use.

Finally, he has a bit of a smoking problem. It tends to just calm his nerves a little, letting him get past his fears and anxieties to really focus on saying something clever, or finding the right loose thread to pull.

family history://
* Anthony Washburn, Grandfather, alive, no abilities, lives above his flower shop in New York.

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Miscellaneous InformationGot beat up fairly often before he was captured by Paragon, due to his mouth getting him into trouble.

Is a surprisingly talented illustrator.

He really hates those idiots who wear glasses without lenses because they think they look cool. On an unrelated note, he also despises Ryan Gosling for reasons he refuses to elaborate on.

[User]
SAGE

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"Now just hang on a moment there Elliot Rodger, I know you're the closest we have to the plucky teenager of the group, but if you think you'll be able to talk to the guy after he's been taken away by the guards, then I've somehow been giving you too much credit this whole time. At best, they call you a retard and turn you away without beating the shit out of you. At best. Besides, we probably won't even have to do anything. In comics, this kinda shit usually works itself out."

Though, Alexander said it in the most wordy way possible, he had a point. There was absolutely no way that Sage was going to get close enough to Roger that he'd be able to speak to him about his visions and no amount of conspiring with these assholes was going to change that. Though, he couldn't help how glum that made him feel. It was hard to hear about someone having visions and know that his own visions were unreachable at the moment.

He couldn't help but find himself hyper fixating on this isshe like an ache in his tooth. He had once had visions constantly and taken them for granted, they'd sort of fucked him up in a way but they were still his visions. No matter how gritty and bloody that those visions got, they were his to bear and he liked having them. They made him special, they set him aside, it may have not been an overt power or a dangerous power but it was his.

Without those powers, he felt sort of useless.
He drove his fist into the table, glaring up at Alexander, because if all else fails, take it out on Alexander. "Oh, would you shut up? I'm an adult, Goddamn you! I'm a full fledged fucking adult!" and his voice was starting to rise, "I know it makes it easier for you to cope or some shit by pretending I'm your teenager little brother that you can just bully whenever you get bored but-"

His outburst was cut short by the sound of Kennedy raising his voice to confront the staff at the Paragon. He was initially taken aback by the sound of the man yelling, his voice cut through the tense air immediately. It was hard not to be startled, the old professor was usually so mild-mannered and yet... yet something seemed very staged about all of this. Sure, Kennedy seemed passionate enough, sure, he was being loud and assertive, sure but there was a gleam in his eye.

Suddenly, Sage understood and all was right in the world. Kennedy was being dragged off but Sage was just starting to get comfortable again, he had not eaten his slop just yet but he was feeling satisfied. Kennedy was goimg to get the information that they all wanted, he had done it in the only way possible. He'd thrown himself into isolation, it was a move that Sage was going to congratulate him on later.

A new tone was taken with Alexander, this one amused and placated like a child that had inevitably got his way. Even if it was at the cost of a friend. "Nevermind my outburst, feel free to continue being an absolute douchenozzle."

He focused his attention back on the rest of the surrounding attendees, his mouth daring on a smile, his voice is kept very quiet. "Does anyone want my tray? I'm not very hungry and I'm thinking that we should mull over what just happened while we still have some time."

[Assistant]
No, no, no, it's too messy. The pieces don't fit properly. Ivory thought irately, staring off blankly into the direction that Jock Teach was dragged. Although she seemed passive as usual, her mind was racing at the glitch she was seeing before her.

Why would Jock do that? Why would he purposely try and get thrown into solitary? Because despite my own distaste towards his type, he is not a complete idiot so...

And just then, it occurred to her.

Her hands clenched her book tightly before she finally closed it a bit more softer than even she expected. Ivory's eyes moved away from the door to the table, more specifically to the only person she actually somewhat enjoyed that could give her answers in a manner she could stand. Although, judging by some of their faces, she'd perhaps be right in assuming that this plan of Teach's wasn't shared to the rest of the Scooby Gang.

Didn't we just agree not to get involved in this? They are either going to get caught and given extra 'treatments' for their insolence or, and this is very possible, they'll be killed for conspiracy to escape. We do not want to deal with that right now.

Ivory chewed roughly on her lip, just barely not ripping the delicate skin. She, of course, knew that if she got involved with them, she could be getting herself the kind of attention she really does not need but...

I doesn't have to work with them, really. I just want answers. I'll talk to Sugar Cookie and see if they are in on the plan. If they aren't, I'll leave them be and wait to talk to Teach myself to see what he found out from Roger. I mean, come on. That is obviously what he's doing and considering the guards just escorted him off, it only serves to prove the idiocy of those that are 'above her'. Ahem, that aside: If they are in on it, I'll at least work on extending an olive branch to Sugar Cookie now rather than later. I only hesitate to do it regardless due to the fact that, if Teach is killed or ends up permanently locked in Solitary Confinement or, worse, ends up being interrogated before being subject to one or the other, I don't want any ties to the group. Just thinking logically here.

This all took about 30 seconds to roughly come together into some semblance of a plan and, before she realized it, she was on her feet. She got a few looks before they all eventually looked away, Ivory once again glad for her ability to remain under the radar. Leaving her book in her seat, she quickly and rather silently made her way to the Mystery Gang's, casually snatching a chair from a nearby empty table on her path.

Setting it down behind and a little to the right of Sugar Cookie's – ah, well, Fey's – chair, she pointedly cleared her throat, face decidedly blank to not gain much attention from anyone looking in. After all, this isn't the first time she's talked to someone else (Fey being the only one, actually.) so her behavior should be seen as rare but not out of character. Of course, this is the first time she'd been around other people while with Fey but hopefully they'll see her exceptionally stiff posture and understand that she is not there for them and is uncomfortable with even being around others.

"What's the deal with Teach?" She quietly asked once she'd gained Fey's attention, not in the mood to beat around the bush. All she wants is the truth so that she could decide her next course of action.

[User]
Fay

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Fay had managed to smile back at Kennedy when had sat back down. She was gratefull he stayed with her, and with his behind placed firmly on his chair, Fay's anxiety she didn't notice was there faded away. The last thing they needed, was for their group to split apart. She tuned out Alex as he talked and talked but instead kept her eyes on Kennedy as he was visibly thinking about something, hard.

"Sorry about Rogers little scene everyone he's been moved to solitary confinement so he shouldn't be bothering you all anymore."

Fay did not hear Conrad come back into the room to explain the situation. It wasn't an explanation in any case. It was sweettalking the situation. The young woman took her eyes off Kennedy and looked up at Conrad. She bit her lip. He confused her. There was something about him, something that seemed off. Nobody can work here without atleast some disagreement with what was going on, what was being done to them. Fay had seen it in him. She saw pity in his eyes sometimes. She didn't need it, but he had it. She saw it especially when she asked him to find out where her brother is. He said he couldn't, but his eyes said something else.

But now, as he stood here before them, almost without emotion when talking about solitary confinement, Fay started to dislike him. Which for Fay, is a lot. She was so caught up in her thoughts, she barely registered Kennedy whispering.

"I'll find out what I can, just wait until then and don't make any waves, got it?"

The young teacher visibly jumped in her chair and let out a small yell as Kennedy slammed his fists to the table. Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at her friend. Her breath got caught in her troath as he grabbed a tray and threw it across the room. Kennedy, much like herself, never really got mad. Yet he was saying the things he must've bottled up, he was saying what they all were thinking. Heck, Fay bet even most employees tought the same.

The short woman couldn't grab onto Kennedy's arm this time, as he took steps towards Conrad, who looked at him without much emotion in his eyes. He was gonna get in trouble. Fay's mind started to put the pieces together about Kennedy's plan, but she hated it. Hey eyes frantically searched for someone who can help him. They started to drag out Kennedy, and Fay pushed forward, tugging on the arm of the guard, who casually pushed the small woman away. She didn't care what Kennedy is planning, she didn't care that it was an act, she did not want him to go.

Fay was always postive, kind and liked to look at life with hope and a bright outlook. But certain things made that possible. She feared losing her friend Kennedy would make her give up. Somewhere inside, she knew she couldn't stop this. Kennedy had to do this, this was their best shot. But sitting at the table doing nothing would not be her natural reaction. It had to seem, natural. She noticed she was playing along. She grabbed onto a strong arm of an orderly, only to be promptly pulled off by Conrad. She was no match for any of them, and they did not see her as a treat in any case. Usually this was annoying, now it was a good thing.

Frantically, Fay turned around and looked up at Conrad, her hair wild and in front of her face. Her usual soft, bright and slightly angled eyes were wide open and a fluid build on her waterlines. "Conrad, you can't do this. You can't!"  She beat on his chest but it had little to no effect. He just spun her around and gave a push in her back, making her go back to her table. As she walked back, she eyed Sage with a knowing look and sat back down as the doors to the common room closed.

The tears were still resting on her waterline as she sat down and listened to Sage speak, she nodded at him and noticed Ivory taking a chair and sitting down next to her. She smiled, happy that Ivory chose to walk up to them. She looked over her right shoulder towards the blonde woman. She grabbed a piece of bread from Sage's tray and pretended to be casual, while eyeing Ivory, who had quite a stiff composure at the moment. "He.. he told us to keep low. He was gonna.. find things out." She whispered and took a bite of the piece of bread.

[Assistant]
"Wow, rude..." Alex said, leaning back in his chair as Sage called him a douchenozzle. "And here I was trying to help you... Of course, Kenny got there first, which was probably a better outcome for everyone, but I figured I could goad you into trying to fight me and ending up in the same situation... Seriously though, kids these days are so ungrateful..."

Before he could do much else though, he noticed that the girl who never seemed to talk to them had arrived at the tables, talking to Fey and asking about Kennedy. He listened in, before sighing when he realised how genuinely worried Fey sounded.

"Alright Fey, listen. I know you're worried about Ken, but he's a big boy. He knows what he's doing, and I'm sure things'll be just fine. So let's all just calm down, don't worry too much, and see how things play out, hmm?"


[System]
Characters:

Age: 17

Arcana: Chariot Arcana

Personality: Despite being a bit tomboyish and being a bit stubborn, she goes out of her way to help others and defend those who are otherwise defenseless. No matter if the situation seems hopeless she never backs away and willingly throws herself in danger if its to help another. After finally obtaining freedom in Warakuma, her actions are seen as crazy or a bit eccentric but is generally well-liked amongst the students, especially the girls, some of which see her as their one true 'Prince' for how she would 'swoop' in and save people from unruly situations and managing to keep her cool is stressful situations. Though, in normal situations, she'd occasionally let her true feelings show and drop her facade.

While she enjoys fighting, she'll rarely instigate a fight, choosing instead to come in the defense of others. She is quite the Otaku, despite being strictly watched, she used to sneak in mangas behind her fathers back (with the help of her brother) and watching whatever she could. She'll do whatever it takes to live life the way she wants it and won't let others dictate her life for her.

Equipment/Skills:* Mangaka
* Brawling
* Affinity with swords, especially the Katana

Background:
Hailing from the Ikebukuro area, Akane is the daughter of the Saito Group's head, Akihiko Saito, a crime boss. While she was pampered and spoiled, in a way, like you'd expect of a daughter of a crime boss or anyone who had it big, she never got it easy despite being the youngest, she has an older brother who is 7 years older. From the moment she turned 6 her father took it upon himself to 'toughen' her up by always putting her through rigorous training, regardless of whether she wanted it or not, with good intentions of course (not matter how cruel it seemed at the time). Like his father and his father's before him, it was tradition to have the 'family' involved in the family's line of work but that wasn't the only reason. Knowing the target that'll most likely be on her head once she got older, because of him, he wanted Akane to be able to defend herself in case anything were to happen to her.

Of course, She didn't see it that way and, naturally, slowly started developing an intense hate for him. In her junior high years, she held high marks, and was quite popular among the other kids in the school, as she was always surrounded by a 'flock' of people. Though 'popular', she drew the scorn of many who believed she was stuck-up, selfish, a thug and a matter of labels, mainly stemming for the fact of who her father was, despite showing otherwise. Regardless of how she was seen, she'd go out of her way to help others whenever she could, whether it was stopping thugs, giving others food or helping with small things. Though, no matter her intent, people would often run in haste from her after words or react harshly to her help but she resolved to help anyways despite this.

By the time it was her third year of junior high, her father, despite the training, tried to interfere more in her life, trying to stop her actions and get her to focus more on the 'family' and control her actions. Having enough, without his knowledge, she applied to various schools a good distance away from Ikebukuro hoping to get a fresh start. It didn't take long before she was found out and, of course, her father was furious, intending to enroll her in an elite school and groom her, with the intention to marry her off. However, as she neared her 15th birthday, those 'plans' came to a screeching halt when things went seriously wrong in a 'rescue' of one of her friends.

Before things could get worse, her Akito intervened and whisked her away to an lesser known location. Relocated to Warakuma, in an apartment building owned by her older brother, she was now living alone, and to dissociate her from the Saito Group, she adopted her mothers Maiden name of 'Hanazawa' while also dying her hair a purplish black.

Persona: Setanta

Appearance:

Cú Chulainn or known in his childhood as 'Sétanta' is an Irish Demi-God, the offspring of a mortal woman, Deichtine, the younger sister of King Conchobar mac Nessa, and the deity, Lugh, the god who governed over the sun and a member of the Danann divine family in Celtic Mythology. Deichtine, the daughter of a druid, Conchobar's father, and Maga, the widow of Ross the Red, disappeared in the Land of the Young without marrying anyone. There, she bore Sétanta , the child of the sun god. He took up the name Cú Chulainn after accidentally killing the guard dog protecting the house of master blacksmith Culann. After which he uttered, ""Does this dog have children? If he does, could you allow me to take care of them? I will raise them to be guard dogs just as strong as their father. Until then, I will be your guard dog."

It was prophesied that "this child will live as a hero" at a young age by the Chief Druid, Cathbad. Cathbad was powerful, with his divinations being strong enough to "determine the future" rather than simply "see the future." Not knowing how to handle the situation, he decided that he would tell it to only those who would take up arms on that day. The divination was bad enough that none of them attempted to go through the rites of warriorhood, though Cú Chulainn was fishing while leaning against a hazel tree due to his disinterest. He went through the rites of warriorhood on that same day, and received the prophecy that said "in exchange for glorious deeds of valor, his life would be short." He readily accepted such a fate, smiling and laughing.

Command Skills

Kill Rush (2)
Vile Assault (3)
Matarukaja (2)
Rakukaja (1)

Passive Skills

Resist Physical (1)
Firm Stance (2)
Apt. Pupil (1)

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Ayano Wakahisa: Crypt of Hopes and Dreams
13/6/2015, Saturday

It wasn't long before the giant fell with the combined efforts of the team, Ayano was glad and sighed with relief. All that was left now was for Alexei to accept his true feelings. Watching the scene unfold, the girl is reminded of her own experiences and silently cheered on Alexei, if all of the others could accept themselves, then he should too! Suddenly, a familiar blue light began to envelop itself around him and a smile formed on Ayano's lips, thankfully he was able to realize that he and the shadow were but one being and the monster from earlier transformed into a new source of power.

There was a brief pause and Ayano was half expecting Alexei to fall down and faint like she did but that never happened, which struck her as odd. Another that struck her odd was the fact that there was another person in the dungeon, Alexei's sister. She scratched her head, it seemed like their little expedition wasn't over just yet. The party raged on, the dungeon becoming dull and bland as they advanced and Alexei had certainly gotten the hang of using his persona in just a short while. Finally, they reached the end point of the dungeon, a feeling of uneasiness coursed throughout Ayano's body...What was waiting behind this door? Some kind of super boss that you always encounter at the last minute? And if it was Alexei's sister, whose to say she doesn't have a shadow of her own? The thoughts just made her shudder but the party moved on regardless and what greeted them was something unexpected, to say the least.

Ayano Wakahisa: Crypt of Hopes and Dreams - Empress' Tomb
13/6/2015, Saturday

With what little information they knew about the cultists, Ayano was just in a state of shock and awe...These are the guys that were responsible for kidnapping all of them? But, they looked just like your Average Joe's...Were these really the ones behind all of the terror surrounding Warakuma? She couldn't believe the feed she was receiving on her screen, the other's were just as shocked as she was, if not disappointed. One of them ordered to stay put but Alexei rushed recklessly to save his sister but Ayano's attention shifted focus to a disgruntled voice in the same room, it was another cultist, his voice shaky and looking like he was about to convulse. With an agonized cry, the man fell to the ground and what erupted was a shadow?!

"What the?"

The thing charged at them but was quickly struck down by Alexei and the other cultist and Alexei's Sister fell to their knees. Ayano blinked once and twice, looking at her screen and trying to process the events that just transpired but nothing made sense anymore...

Ayano Wakahisa: Abandoned Warehouse
13/6/2015, Saturday

The two cultists from earlier were escorted to the authorities by Rui and Kami, and Alexei's sister was delivered to the hospital. After a brief moment of respite, the two returned to report that Alexei stayed in the hospital as well, collapsing from the exhaustion as well. With the formalities over the group began to discuss what the hell just happened earlier in the dungeon. Sure, this was a huge step forward for the team in terms of investigating the cult but all it did was just raise more questions...

What were these cults after? What is their real motive for kidnapping them? Is it some sort of philosophical or religious quest about teaching people to look inside of themselves and accept that they truly are monsters inside and learning to overcome this? All of it was just too much to handle, thinking about it more just caused Ayano's head to hurt. The day concluded with Kami telling everyone to go rest and Ayano couldn't be more glad to hear that. Still, it wasn't bad for the first day on the job.

[Assistant]
Mako Moritomi//Warakuma Hospital
Sunday, June 14, 2015

==~==

Mako paced around the hallways of the hospital, trying to work out his next order of business. He'd finally established that he needed a broader perspective on his hunch, which was why he was here- he needed to find out who else was involved in this business of saving the kidnap victims, if indeed it was as organized as he assumed it to be. Without enough evidence, Sato- and anyone else whose involvement he'd uncovered- could just dodge his questioning all day long. Which would be a downer, to say the least.

If this really is the destiny that that Blue Lady keeps talking about... if I'm meant to help save these victims, then I need to prove I can handle it, first. And therein lay the real reason he'd been pursuing this so doggedly. The slim hope that this was actually something to do with that dream he'd been having since he first got to Warakuma. The chance that he wasn't just incomprehensibly crazy, that there was actually something greater past all this dream fuckery. So, he waited. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. Shirohane-san, from his class, had just arrived at the latest victim's room. Dragunov was his name, Alexei Dragunov. She was carrying flowers. Without even noticing he was there, the girl opened the door and hurried inside.

After another short while, someone else arrived. Shinichi-san, from Drama Club. Mako raised an eyebrow, still watching the room as the boy went inside, greeting both the victim and Shirohane. Weird. So they knew each other, too? His interest was piqued, but he held it in check. He didn't know either of the victims well, nor their visitors. They could all be old friends with one another and there was no way for him to know. Still, it bothered him- Shirohane had also been a kidnap victim, abducted the same time as Sato. And speaking of Sato, hadn't he seen Shinichi at the hospital when he went to visit Sato?

Not enough to confirm out of hand, but... not enough to deny it, either. Mako crossed his arms, still thinking. He'd need a lot more information before he could prove he'd be of use to these people (if indeed, they were what he believed them to be).

But it was a start.


[System]
This, but with black hair and red eyes

Themes:* All-Out Battle/Demon Lord
* Absolute rage
* Lucifer Mode
* Asmodeus Mode
Nickname:The Lord of Demons, King of Shadow, The Demon-mage of Slaughter, Rev

Age:Doesn't remember, but somewhere between 100-250 years old, looks to be around his late twenties to early thirties.

Gender: Male

Rank: Paragon

Guild:Wizards of Fiore, formerly the guild Master of Demon's Maw

Personality: In his past he was very violent cruel, and sadistic, but know he is rather laid-back, not easily angered to any degree greater than minor annoyance. That's not to say that he is completely without his former cruelty, it just takes a lot more to bring it out in any kind of way. He is also very protective of those he considers friends, as he has found the value in having them to be much greater than the hundreds of pawns he used to have. He bears the Demon's Maw Guild seal on his chest, though he keeps it well hidden, and never takes his shirt off until he's sure he's alone. His New Harpy's Wing seal is located on over his left eye. The reason, so he only has to blink for people to know what guild he's apart of, and even that is too much work at times.

Bio: Revan was not born, but created by a cult of Demon worshippers, hoping to create a demon of their own by sacrificing a human infant to foul demonic energy, but instead the Demonic was absorbed by the child, changing him and turning him into something more than a more than a regular man, but less than a demon. A hybrid creature whose humanity was consumed by his demonic soul. As the child grew so did his lust for power, he killed those that stood in his way, ravaged country sides, and was unstoppable by all who sought to oppose him. He gather followers and soon coined a name for themselves, Demon's Maw, for they shall swallow the World whole and send it plunging in to Chaos and Destruction.

One day, however, the Dark Lord of Demon's Maw was struck down in battle with the Ten Wizard Saints and as his body fell, he was immediately removed of his demon heart and soul, leaving behind only an empty corpse. Or so they thought. As he was soon revived, and was able to escape from the Wizard saints, though he was left thoroughly weakened by the ordeal, as was his Guild, as they had no master to lead them and had degraded into infighting. Whether they survived or not, the lord didn't know and didn't care. As he stet out to regain his former glory by getting back his demon heart and soul. That was around thirty to fifty years ago, and in this period of time, the dark lord found that he couldn't draw up the same amount of bloodlust and rage that he used to, heck even a human could feel more than he could. He began to stop actively searching for his missing power, questioning why he even wanted it. While it had been great and euphoric, all he had ever been able to think about was death and slaughter.

Without it he felt so much more free, like he finally had a choice in what he wanted to do. He gave himself the name Revan, and abandoned that part of his life forever more. He still searches for his other parts, but more out of trying to put a purpose to his wandering than actually trying to find them again.

Magic:

Infernal Arms Magic, a magic that summons Demonic weapons and armor, each one holding the spirit of an Infernal Spirit. Power of the arm depends on the amount of demonic magic the user possesses, thus only Revan can use it effectively due to him being a half-demon. However, due to having his demonic heart and soul stolen from him, he has less than a quarter of his original amount, making it so he can only summon the first two arms. This is because the other arms, or to be more specific the Infernal spirits inside of them don't see him as a worthy user anymore.

The Infernal Spirits are fallen Celestial Spirits, cast out from the Celestial realm for committing great crimes against it. The strongest among them are the 7 Deadly Sins, which are their equivalent to the 12 Celestial Zodiac Spirits. Instead of keys, Infernal Spirits are brought to this plane by Infernal Rings. Revan holds all of the Deadly sins, but can only use two, Sloth and Envy. He also bears another two spirits, Fear and Despair.

Ring of Sloth: This Greater Infernal Arm creates the Ultimate neutral zone, by taking away the will to fight, kill, or do anything other than lay around and chit-chat from any =one with in it's range of activation. Revan is not immune to these effects, but since he is already like that pretty much all the time, it doesn't affect him much. Also, an attack performed outside the radius towards him will fizzle out once it enters it, He can hold the zone for about 30 minutes to an hour, depending on how much energy he wants to expend into it, and is best used to talk down enraged opponents, or provide an easy escape from a trouble situation, as the area this effects is stationary, and only the one holding the ring and those in contact with him will be able to muster up the will to leave it's boundaries. Can only be used three times a day.

Spirit of Envy: This Greater Infernal Arms covers Revan's hands in a sickly green energy, which he can launch at foes and control at will. The energy isn't dangerous in and of itself, but what it does is especially frightening. It is an Ultimate equalizer, as when the energy comes in contact with a rival mage, the spirt of Envy puts them on an equal playing ground by locking them into the same magic type, which is of Revan's choosing but cannot be one of Revan's, and the same level of power with said magic. This leaves it so that a fight that had no chance of being one, can become a tough fight with each participant locked into a ferocious battle where the only deciding factor is skill. This magic is deactivated once either someone is defeated, or Revan pays a blood sacrifice to end the battle prematurely. This arm can only be used once a day, and after it is used, Revan is severely weakened in his ability to use magic.

Blade of Vengeance: A lesser Infernal Arm, this one allows the user to absorb a magical attack with the blade, and either send it back at the opponent, or infuse it into the weapon. When used against slayers, the element absorbed still counts as their magic and thus is inedible to them

 The Susanou one in the middle
Gauntlets of Savagery: Since it is a Lesser Infernal Arm, in can be used with other Infernal Arms, if they are of a Lesser Quality. These gauntlets allows one to reflect

Shadow Hydra Magic: This is a type of Magic that requires not any chants or sigils, but the tunes of a flute or a whistle. Being Revan's main offensive Magic, as his Arms are rather costly, they work similarly to maker magic, except the shadows are actually living creatures known as Shadow Hydra, which are Serpentine in appearance and bear no true physical form unless they are given a source and structure by magic. Their are Ranks to these Creatures, with the lowest and weakest being of Rank E and the highest being the King at Rank S. The Shadow hydras can form any shape their summoner wishes them to be, be it weapons, armor, even creatures to fight by his side. A special attribute of B-rank and above hydras is that they can replicate a certain number of times when they are split apart by an attack before they vanish back into shadows. B Ranks can do this 3 times, and A- ranks five, the king can do this infinitely, but due to the amount of magic it takes to sustain the replication, he caps at 20. S-rank can only be summoned for a few minutes, so he is only used for big attacks with a large charge up, and fast activation.

S-rank King Hydra:

Spells:
Song of the Bulwark: Casts him in a suit of armor
Song of Armaments
Song of Gommorah
Song of Beasts
Song of Doom
Song of Desolation

Satan Soul: This particular form of Magic allows the user to Take Over the powers and forms of different Demons. These forms give the user a variety of different abilities such as flight, enhanced speed, strength, reflexes etc. This magic effects Revan differently than other due to his demon blood. making the respective magic stronger, but also increasing the risk of Revan losing control of his demon side. The forms he has in addition to the basic form are his Asomodeus and Lucifer forms.

 Asomodeus form is all about over powering offense from any distance, dramatically increasing Revan's attack power by a great amount, as well as his speed and reflexes, to better avoid attacks, as his defenses in this form aren't that great. This form also enables the user to gain control of darkness, which is a very offensive element, able to inflict both physical and mental damage.

 Moaning Lamentation:A chargeable magic that gains more shots as it charges,it fires of these beams of darkness at the enemy, each one followed by a mournful keening. These rise in volume to ear bursting shrieks that pierce the soul, disorienting the target and allowing for an easier target.

 Dark Awakening: A Hydra magic only available in this form, he summons the King Hydra from a single point, causing an explosion of energy to rip through the ground before it turns around and begins to devour whoever is unlucky enough to cross it's path

 Rising Sodom: A high-level technique that is his second strongest attack, he calls up all of the Darkness of the earth to rises up and break through. Basically, a blasts of darkness rising from the ground, except it's fucking huge, swallowing cities the size of Crocus at it's widest, and even when condensed to increase the damage output, it's still massive enough that it destroys entire blocks at it's smallest.

Lucifer is also very offensive, but more well rounded, boosting his Attack power, Defenses, and Speed by an impressive amount. This form also gives Revan control over the very Earth itself, allowing them to act defensively or offensively with maximum effectiveness. Also, he is a master of dominating demons to his will, opting to either crush their minds and souls or making them his slaves and puppets.

 Break The Heavens:

 Hell Unleashed: A move that causes a Mega-quake, rising up giant earthen spires agaisnt the target, completely decimating the area around him.

 Bestial Reckoning: Same thing as Dark Awakening, but it covers the King in a layer of earthen armor, protecting it from attacks.

When Revan uses Satan Soul magic, you know he's gotten serious and that you are either screwed or in for one hell of a fight. An unavoidable side effect of this magic is that for a short time after using it, Revan will under go radical mood changes. Using Asomodeus will make him a womanizing playboy, while using Lucifer will turn him into an arrogant snob, and just using the basic form will make him more aggresive in what ever he does.

Extra: Due to being half demon, He is noticeably faster,stronger, and more durable than most people, and can even grow wings, though it is an incredibly painful, if quick, process. His senses are also much more acute, can see in the dark, and restores his magic faster when he is in darkness and shadow.

[User]
Ira Amaterasu

As Ira prepared to launch an all out assault he heard a voice over the winds he'd created . It pleaded with him to stop, and made him think of the consequences to come. Ira began to raise from his position. He would halt his magic as his mind had began to calm over the girl's words. The vortex cleared the sky. " I'll stop under two conditions.He apologizes for sneaking me and I take you out since I never had a chance to obtain your name earlier.", the same playful smile plagued Ira's face as he awaited the young female's answer.

[Assistant] "Fine, as long as you don't harm him." Taka grit her teeth as she stood in front of Revan starting directly at the man. "If you want a name it's Taka, also known as the Living Flame this guild." Taka said to them as she smirked.


[System]
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
ZONE: 1

PERSONALITY: Hard-working, a bit abrasive, but happy to have fun when the work is done and put away with. Julian isn't someone who finds it hard to juggle work and pleasure, a rather average joe in that regard, but his gruff nature is somewhat of a constant. There isn't really a warming up to him as he strives to, and is relatively successful, at treating most people he meets equally. While he's more than willing to take a few jabs or laughs at his expense, Julian can throw back and is more than willing to any shit he gets from others. He' straight to the point and doesn't like to mince words when possible, but isn't so stubborn as to not understand that sometimes you just have to stow it and be polite.

HISTORY: Would you like to hear Julian's story? If you knew what it was, you'd probably say hell no and he wouldn't blame you. After all, it's not all that interesting and you'd probably find hundreds just like him in any place that could be called a city. He grew up as an only child in a family where both parents worked, though they managed to stay close knit rather than let work pull them apart. Plenty of time was still spent outdoors when he was young though, and Julian grew up as an active child who liked the sports better than the books.

The sports took a back seat to the books when he grew old enough though. He went on to higher education after high school and managed to graduate amidst parties and what not. Yet the economy had basically gone to crap by the time he was out and the degree he had might as well have been paper to the companies he applied for. Not content to simply sit at home and wait for things to get better though, Julian turned his attention towards the less desired jobs available.

Dirty, long hours, and dangerous, but someone had to do it and he certainly wasn't squeamish. So he bid his family and friends farewell for several months and went west to the oil sands. He took to the work easily enough and did so diligently. It wasn't easy at first, but in a few weeks he'd adapted to the strenuous work and long schedules. While it wasn't what he had gone to university for, it turned out to suit him just fine and Julian didn't even bother looking for another job for a few years.

Eventually, when the pay wasn't enough to keep him invested in the work he resigned, turned in his uniform, and headed back home to simply relax. There was enough money in the bank for him to remain unemployed for a rather lengthy amount of time given how frugal he was. Yet, relaxation didn't come easy, especially with the troubling news from the States. It certainly didn't become any easier when his nights turned from peaceful sleep into living another life.
APPEARANCE
* PHYSICAL: Julian's rather heavy-set for his height with broad shoulders, thick limbs, and all that. His modest height of 5'6 only lends to the build, but he isn't too much of a stickler about it; it is what it is after all. His hair is light orange while his eyes are a reddish brown in coloration.
* IN-ZONE: While using the Nexus, Julian retains a mostly human appearance for the most part. He seems a bit few inches taller, about 5'9 or so, than usual and a bit thinner as a result. His eyes are obscured by a constant azure glow that leave faint trails with their passing. Arcs of electricity can be seen arcing over what little exposed skin he has left and occasionally illuminate his shadowed face when the robe's hood is on.

In terms of outfit, he'd look rather in place in some fantasy RPG. He's got the whole mage robes thing going on, with white markings on the dark blue fabric. A rather massive amber amulet hangs around his neck and seems to glow whenever his powers are used. His arms are wrapped in blackened bandages all the way up to his elbows.

When the Zone is accessed through natural sleep though, his appearance undergoes a much more drastic change. Though still humanoid in shape, it's as if lightning was forced within the confines of a metal shell. The centerpiece held with chains has the same design as the amulet around his neck in his other form. Though he appears to be made of energy at this point, he can still be hurt as usual.

POWERS
* NEXUS: Friendly fire beware. Even toned down, Julian's powers are still incredibly hard to control and more than capable of killing his teammates just as effectively as his enemies. He generally sticks to hurling bolts of lightning that easily stop hearts and blacken bodies. For more numerous foes he's capable of bathing the area in lightning from his fingertips and letting the electricity jump from one foe to another. Against enemies capable of withstanding the high current and voltage, Julian can maintain a constant stream that imparts enough heat to turn asphalt and concrete molten. Transfer through contact is also possible and allows him full output without risk to allies, but he's less than willing to go that route for obvious reasons.
* REM: Clear the area and get out of the blast zone. While in REM sleep, Julian's powers effectively turn him into a living artillery piece with all the fine control until his attacks actually impact. If you're left standing in the blast radius afterwards? Well, unless you're intangible or have some really good defensive measures, it'll probably suck to be you.

The bolts of lightning he throw pack enough energy to tear smoking craters into the city, there'd be very little left of a person if they were hit head on. His chain lightning looks more like Thor or Zeus having a rave party at this point: blinding, unceasing arcs of electricity that saturate an entire block around him. Basically his previous powers are cranked up to the eleventh.

In addition, he also gains the ability to generate a thunderstorm albeit to maintain it requires him to remain stationary and focused. By emitting a constant stream into the sky above, he can then redirect the electricity back to targets on the ground. This grants him a massive area of coverage and the ability to literally smite his enemies from the heavens. Granted, the strikes aren't as powerful as his normal attacks, but the sheer quantity and area of coverage are useful in their own right. He's able to locate targets by feeling the lightning's path to the grounds and sorting through them.

His greater degree of control also allows for Julian to effectively create a plasma lance that boasts unparalleled destructive capacity. By containing an immense amount of electricity into a small area, he's able to generate plasma that can then be launched. The focus required is about on par to his Lightning Fall, meaning he's limited to calm movements at most.

OTHER:He's got rather deft hands, nimble fingers, as well as a rather sharp sense of sound despite working the drills for a few years. Useful for fiddling with and catching clicks.
Likes to drink, but isn't dependant on alcohol. Holds it fairly well and can stomach quite a bit, but doesn't handle its effects the following morning all too well.

[User]
Waking up in the morning was something Miriam had always seen as lackluster and overall a let down compared to the life she was able to lead at night. She went from smoke throwing superhuman woman to someone who was literally on their deathbed. It was... it was an experience to live lives so hot and cold, so far from one another.

Well, at least now something interesting happened, because when her eyes thankfully opened, she was in a place that was completely different than the hospital she had been in before. It was still a hospital, but it was... well, it wasn't the hospital she'd been in the day before. She had entered the late stages of her aliment and had been moved to different hospitals in her sleep several times. She probably didn't have much time left now. Was this hospice? She found herself wondering why she even cared at this point. The TV flickered on, to show some nerd in glasses that began explaining the situation to her over some automated message, then promptly told her where to go. Her eyes narrowed and she promptly gave the TV screen the middle finger as it turned off. She lifted herself up on her elbows, but broke out into a coughing fit, and one of the service bots that were mentioned quickly stepped into the room to her aid. "How may I be of assistance?" it questioned. Miriam said nothing, instead she pointed to the garbage can, which the robot grabbed and brought over to her. She pulled it from the robot's grasp and promptly threw up into it. There was no real volume to it, as she had been on an IV for months now and hadn't eaten anything in a long time, but this happened every now and again.

"Command, bring water and the clothes supplied from the bathroom." she said. The robot promptly turned and walked off to do as it was told. She had been around these service bots for a long time now, and knew how to talk to them and what they could do, at least she did if these bots were anything like those in the hospital's. The robot returned with a glass of water, which she downed rather quickly in an attempt to wash out the taste of stomach acid from her mouth. When she finished, she took the scrubs. "Command, bring me a wheel chair." she said. The robot left the room, and she used this opportunity to get dressed while the robot was gone, pulling her red scrubs on while laying down, as she lacked the strength to stand. When the robot returned, she went through the daily protocol of sliding off the bed and into the chair. The robot detached her IV and other medical equipment that she was hooked up to to take with them. "Command," she began, waiting until the service bot finished moving her stuff. "Take me to the cafeteria."

---

When she was wheeled into the cafeteria, she noticed a few people that were talking and overall doing nothing notable. Everyone was in their own little world. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something or another. "Well gee guys thanks, I had no idea I had an audience waiting for me." Miriam said to no one in particular, but out loud as the service bot wheeled her into the room and to the tables. Henry, who was in his seat away from everyone else, looked up as someone actually made an attempt to be social. He slid off the chair and into his weight, shuffling over to the tables that the others were at.

"Hey-yy everyone." He said, stuttering some. These people were all much older than him. Most seemed to be in their twenties. Shit. "My name's Henry. I, uh, I've been here for a few weeks now so I know my way around if any of you get lost in this uh, maze." he said, snapping his hands and giving them the double gun fingers. It was very obvious he was not very good at this and he was a fairly awkward child. But he was brave. "You all are going to be meeting Eli soon and..." He began. "Well, lets just say that he's going to tell you something that's going to blow your minds and... well, I look forward to working with you."

Miriam crossed her arms and raised what would be her eyebrows (if she had any hair). This kid was and beta-alpha or just brave and stupid. One of the two. "Miriam's the name. You probably wont be around me long enough for you to wear it out." she said flatly. "Where the hell am I?" she said, following up on her last question. Henry simply shrugged and gave a small smile. He willed himself not to say anything about Miriam' current position. She was probably very aware of it and pointing it out would probably make it worse. "I'm pretty sure all of your questions will be answered better by Eli than by me." he finished. "So, just hold off. He should be here any moment. He's probably talking to his bosses."

[Assistant] Hmmmmm, maze? "Uhhhh, what kind of a maze you talking about here? Like an underground one?" Malcolm asked the kid, curious in case anyone else went to the same place he did, seeing how the uniforms seemed categorized but he didn't know in what ways. This... Eli... Henry had mentioned must have been important to. "And this Eli was it? What is he to us?" Malcolm also asked, he was going to try and get as much information as possible beforehand. However, he found himself as another younger member to be talking too. "Well..." He said to everyone, deciding to introduce himself like Henry had. "I'll follow by example, I'm Malcolm. I'm 17 and a raging alcoholic." He said sarcastically, trying to make a joke about rehab. Maybe not the best opener but it was worth a shot.

[User]
Lenora had been busy exploring the cafeteria when the obviously seriously ill girl was wheeled in. So far she hadn't found anything particularly useful or informative; she was hoping to find some quality flatware sooner rather than later. Likely it would just be forks, spoons, and butter knives, but a fork could be pretty dangerous in the right hands. Like, say, hers.

"We weren't waiting for you," Nora said bluntly, loud enough to be clearly heard, and went back to her snooping.

Bobby was paying more attention to the fat kid. He seemed more confident than anyone else, and had apparently been here for a while. He seemed pretty well adjusted. That was a positive sign.

"Hi Henry, Miriam, Malcolm," he said, smiling as non-threateningly as possible. There seemed to be an awful lot of unaccompanied minors here. "I'm Bobby. Do your parents know you're here? Or is night-time abduction the standard way people get here?" He extended his hand to Henry and Malcolm in turn, then crouched down to offer a handshake at eye level to Miriam. "Can you, uh, shake hands?" he questioned awkwardly, eyeing the various tubes and... medical things.

He straightened back up. "I think I know what's going on here. We're werewolves, right? I mean, were-things. Can you guys all turn into monsters in your dreams too?" He directed that question at the room at large.

Nora snorted and didn't bother to reply.

[Assistant]
He was inclined to scoff at the kid's implication that this Eli's "revelation" would blow their minds, but then again the teenager didn't even look old enough to drive. To be granted the chance to fight back whatever monsters wanted to rip their way into their world would have been mind-blowing he supposed had he not figured it out a few weeks after the dreams had begun. It seemed that at least a couple of the others were at least interested in what the other boy had to say, and he stood from his seat to make his way over to the slowly forming group. Suspicions and theories he had, some of which looked to be practically confirmed, but asking the people in question would likely be for the best.

"Not really, I throw lightning around," he said in response to the older blonde as he nodded to the others around. "We've been split into three distinct groups," Julian continued as he gestured towards the colored scrubs since there was at least one of each color in those around Henry. "That aside, if anyone's followed the situation, it's clear there's three distinct type of attackers. Likely, three different locations where each strain resides, since I've only ever seen the first type in my dreams. That correct so far Henry?" While confident in being correct, the other boy did seem to have the explanations from Eli already.


[System]
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Rank: Pup
Skin Description:

Fur Description:
In-Depth Description:
In human skin, Feyre appears to be older than your average child. Standing at 4'0 ft, still growing, her figure is small and petite. Fairly pale skin, accented by pools of mahogany tresses that cascade down her shoulders, waves forming is just the right places. However, do not let her beautiful innocence eyes fool you. Her pupils seem wolf-like if caught at a second glance.

Feyre she walks around with her cranium low and her legs bent as if she were scared. Gray shades of fluff lie from her paws leading up halfway, while mostly everywhere else her fur is a mix of dark brown and gray, as well as the slight coloration of light brown along her ears and head. Also along the rims of her ears a black trim appears, sticking out against the lighter brown. Her eyes are dull, although inside they're colored a bright gray.
Basic Personality: While the average pup is curious, daring, and playful; Feyre comes out the opposite. She is very quiet and shy near even those she is familiar with, and she is one to obey order without complaint. If you told her to jump off a cliff she'd most likely do it after you threatened her. Feyre tries to be playful occasionally with other pups, although she is quite slow and awkward, so she rather sit in a corner and observe. Most wolves learn to be dominate during certain situations, although this she-wolf would instead turn tail and run, or back down submissively, and in result most view her as useless because of her unconfident nature. Even with all this said, she has also learned to be sweet and gentle when she isn't quiet, she can make friends easily.

[User]
Adam

Adam noticed that many of the others made themselves useful, which was what he was attempting to do with the horses and the knots. It hadn't taken long to find out that he had been wrong in his assumption of what a tie line was, not that he was really surprised. Instead of just tying them to an object you'd create a line of rope to attach the horses to. The teen was a little embarrassed when that became clear, as well as a little frustrated. Some of the others had moved to give them a hand, and before long they were almost finished.

That was when Ambrosia called out to them, Adam looking over his shoulder towards the porch she stood on as she told them to do a sweep. Inwardly groaning at the thought of more walking, he just wanted to relax if only a little. Yeah, yeah. I'll make sure to keep the big bad bunny rabbits away. The inner monologue was simply a meager attempt at retaliation to amuse himself. With a sigh he tightened one final knot and cast a quick glance at both Niall and Juniper before moving to drop his pack off at the base of a nearby tree rather than lug it around. "What does she think we'll find out there other than a bear maybe." Shrugging the turned his head to look at the area around them. "I mean, let's face it. We're out in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

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Juniper

She had been keeping a faithful eye on the young pup, taking the small second to rest a bit until she was needed since more than one person had already been of use unpacking or checking out the cabins for use. It was better that someone keep an ear out and protect the youngest of the pack anyway. It wasn't until she heard Ambrosia's voice that her head snapped in that direction, her ears going back a bit at the tone in her alpha females voice. Something was off, Juniper didn't know what but she would bet her life that something unsavory was going on and it put her on alert. She stood quickly, giving a slight shake to rid the snow off her belly before moving over to the other two males that would be joining her. "It could possibly be a bear but it is better not to assume what we are looking for because we could be completely incorrect. Just keep on a look out for anything and everything unwanted and take note of the things we may need or want to check into later. That is all we can do for now. As you said, we are in the middle of nowhere and anything could be lurking and wanting to stay hidden. Let's get a move on, the sooner we leave than the sooner we can return." spoke to them through the mind link since it seemed silly to shift into human form to speak and then back into wolf form to sweep the current area. Juniper stood in position to jet into the forest, waiting for the other two to shift so they could begin their given tasks.

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Myst barked happily when the white beta wolf approached her, she quickly abandonment her search and her wagged her tail with excitement. The little pup quickly rubbed her face against the soft plush of white, welcoming the warmth of the adult. With a small yawn, she stretched and crawled closer to the beta. She curled up in a small ball to ward off the cool breeze and tucked her nose under her hind legs, drifting off to sleep.

Without a warning, the small fur covered pup was replaced by a sleeping child. A peaceful look rested upon her pale face, her breathing was slow and shallow, small crystallize water frame on her lashes and hair. At first glance, the sleeping girl appeared to be another victim to the cold kiss of mother nature.

The sudden shift of the older wolf brought Myst out of her slumber. She looked up at the beta, who left her side to join the other two males, and then over to the alpha; Ambrosia. Something was wrong, she did not understand what or why but suspicion filled the female alpha. Myst shook her head to get rid of the snow off her hair. A faint sound of something whirring through the air drew her attention away from the two alphas. She could not help of the low whimper escape her throat as she slowly got back on her feet, her small hands rubbed her eyes. Both confusion and fear consume Little Myst, tears slid down her cheeks.

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Niall
Niall turned sharply as he looked toward the high ringing sound of his new Alpha's voice. She was a queen that was for sure and not one to be taken lightly. Niall had heard that her family was one of the most ruthless families in Eastern Europe. Rumors circulated about her everywhere that they had stopped. She'd done quite a bit of traveling since she had arrived in the United States, even stayed briefly with some of his own parents outer associate members. He was curious as to why they were going out on a scout so soon after they had arrived, he had figured that they would at least settle in a do a sweep in the afternoon. It was still relatively early in the day here.

He stepped away from the tie line where he horses were now firmly tied and standing quietly. As he did so his body quivered with the change, vibrating with the force that kept his body in one form or another and allowed him to change between them. He flashed into the towering lupine form the others were now familiar with, he shook out his inky black coat and stretched idly before padding over to Juniper and Adam. However when he noticed the tiny pup they'd acquired in her equally small human form crying the big hulking wolf headed for her. Licking her face and nosing her, letting her know everything would be alright so long as he didn't frighten her further.

He had a job to do though and could not stay and comfort the pup. 'I would be thinking more along the lines of another wolf judging from her face. Ambra would not be so alarmed by a bear.' Niall commented to the others. Someone like their alpha would not be so upset over a bear. Bears they could easily ward off or kill between two wolves depending on who it was. Bears, even large ones tended not to mess with Lycans, they sensed the danger. He trotted off into the wood line just ahead of where Juniper had been standing. This was the start of an adventure, they apparently weren't going very far anyways.

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Ambrosia

Nodding at her mate's comment Ambra did not wish to fully alarm anyone but now was a time when she truly wished that she herself could go and track down the scoundrel that had been living here. If he had killed the human that had been squatting here there would be hell to pay. "Perhaps a bear got the human and whoever this was just stumbled upon it. Moon I hope so." She murmured as she looked at James. This could be a horrifically bad deal. Humans, though not pack creatures, were social nonetheless and they tended to be too curious for their own good. Far too curious and full of endless dreams of wild adventure.

Ambra swept across the porch, her long ankle length coat was one she had kept from back home. It was warm even in the coldest of places and was made of tanned bear hides, sew together by hand when she had turned sixteen. The outside was dark with wear and oil that kept the coat waterproof but the inside was the soft thick fur of a bear's winter coat. The brown bears in her homeland were ferocious and would kill pups if they caught them out in the forest and could physically catch them. It was always sad when someone lost a pup. She heard a small whimper off to the side of her and looked over at the child. Niall had nuzzled her but she didn't seem to be consoled by the large male though he was trying to assure her.

She made quick work of the space between her and the child, her icy blue eyes filled with warmth for the child. The pup had trudged along well enough through their long journey and she couldn't imagine losing her own mother at such a young age. Juniper had taken a keep liking to the pup though and was mothering her well enough. With Juniper now gone though Ambrosia swept the child up, holding her with ease. The bands of muscles in her arms flexed and rolled beneath her skin and the coat she wore. The child's parka was not quite what would be needed this far north and Ambra would have to get her another one. She sat Myst on her hip and tucked some of the little girl's loose hair behind her ear, "Na gabh dragh leanabh, tha a h-uile math." Her high voice was soft and silky smooth as she spoke to the little girl. One could almost never assume that Ambra would always speak the same language when she spoke as she was fluent in nearly too many to count from the time she had spent traveling. Most Lycans learned languages rather quickly just by exposure for one reason or another, it was also a knack of Ambrosia's.

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Adam

Maybe it'd been naivety or ignorance that the thought of other packs or wolves being out here was a possibility, and once it hit his mouth snapped shut. This place suddenly became a little less safe, and after taking a moment to change into his wolf form his eyes had scanned the area now feeling not as sure as he had moments before. The wolf moved lumbered forwards and followed after the other two, his tired muscles now being ignored and tense as he moved. "So if we do run into another pack, what then?" They'd only been together for so long, none of the group had really found their place in the pack and the pack as a whole hadn't really had the chance to gauge how to react to things.

Now Adam was antsy, and as they moved through the wooded area his pace had unconsciously quickened over time. If someone or something was anywhere nearby he wanted to know about it, wanted the pack to know about it. Surprises only get people hurt. "We'd cover more ground if we were to split up." Adam had spoken through the link, the wolf looking over his shoulder at Juniper and Niall's wolf forms. While that was true, it was also true to be risky if their alpha had been that uncomfortable.

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[color=f7976a][h2]James[/h2[/color]

As he trod over to his mate, his form shifted back into a wolf. "Lets hope.." James commented, trailing off as he went. Perhaps it was all some sort of misunderstanding. Perhaps the humans would just stay away this time.

Padding across the snow he came to rest beside Ambrosia. The she wolf seemed so confident in her every move. She had such an air about her, he found himself hopelessly admiring her strength. Really he'd never felt like a leader as much as he did when he was around her. Not since Maurice died, but that was in the past.

He lay next to Ambra now, the pup too and listened to her sing. He could pick out the reassurance in the words, a lullaby to remind the child that she was safe.

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Juniper

Juniper kept a steady pace, keeping beside the two males instead of in front of them but when Adam started to get antsy and speed up, she realized she was going to lose a handle on the situation if she didn't step up now. She had been moving slower for a reason and that was to make sure no little detail was missed in their search. It was better to be observant and take your time than swift and miss everything as you go. Sometimes the quickest way wasn't always the best but she understood that this might be upsetting to have other lycans so near by. She trusted her Alphas to keep the rest safe while they were on their journey around the area but they needed to stay safe themselves. She picked up the pace to be equal with the other wolf, looking over to Adam as she spoke sternly,"You are right, we would cover more ground but in the event of an ambush, sticking together has more of a chance than multiples on one. We don't know what we are dealing with here and until we do, it would be wise to stay close." Juniper's voice soon soften as she continued with what she wanted to say." I am counting on Niall and you to be there for me. This is what a true pack does, we stand by each other. I promise, I won't let anything happen to you out here and the Alpha's will have everything protected with the others. If we find another pack than I will handle it as best I can without a fight. Nothing need happen if we are lucky and if not than I will defend you both as you will both defend me. We are a team....Understand?"


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Age: 30

Race: Wood Elf

Appearance:
Fariha stands at 5'9 and has an athletic build. Her hair is relatively short, as shown in the image. Fariha has a Celtic style tattoo on her right hand (Celtic Five-fold).

Equipment:
- Simple cloth and leather armour
- A bow
- Traveler's pack
- Hunting knife
- Earring on her left ear
- Quiver of arrows

Personality:
Fariha is generally an optimistic person, but she is still quite down to earth, thus making her quite understanding.. Most of the time. Although she is quite friendly to everyone she meets, she isn't a pushover. Not in the slightest. It's pretty difficult to make Fariha angry or upset, but usually nothing much happens when she does other than her becoming 'broody'. While she may be a kind person, she will often weigh her options and choose what will benefit her and those closest to her. Despite her cheerful demeanor, she can be seen as quite blunt or even offensive, due to her lack of social skills.

History:
Born into a nomadic tribe of wood elves, Fariha was a rather quiet child. She would often spend her time silently following her mother around or sitting in the tree branches, watching people work and the other children play. Due to such behaviours, she was quickly excluded from the games that the other children played, primarily because they didn't even know she was around, nor did she ever make an attempt to join them. Her parents were worried about their child, as it was uncommon for a wood elf in this tribe to be so placid and anti-social. The atmosphere of the tribe was generally quite cheerful.

The shaman of the tribe examined the elf child and noticed that something lay dormant within the child's soul. After complying with the Shaman's request to take care of Fariha for the next few days, she had changed significantly. She, like many of the other children, was cheerful and energetic. It was discovered that Fariha was the host for the spirits of the forest in which they lived. As she grew older, she learned many things about her tribe and their way of life, such things included their peerless archery skills. Such skills were necessary for hunting and protecting their tribe from would-be enemies.

The shaman took this time as an opportunity to draw out Fariha's potential as a magic user, spending the next few years trying to find a catalyst for the young elf's power to no avail. When Fariha had reached a certain age, she was allowed to participate on the hunting trips that the tribesman would participate in. However, the first hunting trip for new hunters was a test of skill which they had to complete on their own. The young elf was tasked with bringing down a dire bear, one of the more fearsome creatures of the forest. Although confident in her ability as a hunter, Fariha hadn't prepared enough arrows for such a beast. She soon found herself cornered by the very beast that she had attempted to corner.

Despite having only one arrow left, she faced the beast. She would not let herself be killed this way. Not now. That was when voices from deep within spoke to her. The spirits were pleased with her courage, granting her the ability to harness their power. Circles of power appeared on her right hand, connecting with each other like basket weaves. The rings lit up as magic imbued her arrow with the power of light. Needless to say, she felled the giant beast, earning her place as a hunter in her tribe.

The Shaman was elated to find out about Fariha's 'awakening'. However, after a few years, the shaman realized that his knowledge alone was not enough to harness the full potential of elf's magic. Respecting the wishes of the shaman, she journeyed to Apothicus. Upon reaching the guild hall, she was astonished by the diversity of people that walked in, out and around the premises. Races of all shapes and sizes came to this place. Fariha was quick to get acquainted with how the guild worked, despite having no real social skills. Due to her time spent in the guild, she soon learned how to communicate with her peers, thus making it a little easier to fit in.

She now seeks opportunities to hone her magic, however she has yet to find anyone that is willing or able to help her with such a thing.

Guild Ranking: Bronze

Misc:
Fariha's magic: Fariha is able to create arrows of elemental magic and fire them from any bow she holds. However, her current bow acts as a catalyst for her magic. Whenever she uses her magic, certain circles will light up on her right hand, corresponding to the specific element. These arrows are not always destructive in nature, most of it's potential utility has not been discovered yet.

Fariha also radiates a calming aura around herself which mostly affects small to medium sized animals. This often works on beastkin. Sometimes small animals would follow her around because of this aura. This aura is due to the spirits that live within her.

Goals:
Fariha wishes to master her magic and explore the world to see what it has to offer. One of her goals is to also get married, however this isn't really something she likes to speak openly about.

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@Renny@eemmtt@Roughdragon1

The rat ogre was quick to respond to the myriad of threats. It's great bulk and bulging muscle did well to hide the quick nature of a rat backed into a corner, with ferocity to match. The lycanthrope easily broke through the lumbering swing as the Rat Ogre tried to swat the beast midflight, but failed to even clip its much faster opponent. Ripping and tearing in a snarling mass of fur and claw, the Ogres leg buckled under the furious assault, collapsing onto its back as it raised the snarling lycan into the air (still attached to the ogres leg) and grasped it in one meaty hand, pulling it with enough force to dislodge the snarling creature and launch it across the courtyard nearly to the entrance to the dwarven citadel.
Ignoring the horrible stinging in its leg, the rat Ogre managed to roll onto its stomach and swat at the youngling with the sword and shield, lunging forward to pound the worked stone beneath its hands into dust as it roared its own fury. Significantly slower, its leg torn down to the tendons by the wolfs assault, it was all the Rat Ogre could do to fend off the Orc and the swordsman at once. Even a near miss would send either one stumbling back from the weight of it.
Unable to focus on all sides, it failed to notice the dagger wielding assassin lurking at its back.

The Dwarves watched in awe as fury met fury. All but Stokley. Breaking through the shield ring of his loyal protectors, he charged forward and brought his axe down on a swinging arm of his ancestral foe. The sharp axe succeeded in taking off a finger before he was nearly tossed back. Not that he would ever allow it! The weight of his ancestors was upon him as he roared a song of battle as he joined the valiant groups effort to fell the powerful monster.

"Swing, Lads! Die, lads! Use your blade or club to KILL THE RATS!" He rhymed in a typical dwarven tune, determined that he would not allow these strangers to claim glory all to themselves.

@Hammerman@Rekaigan

Skritch Greatscar, Grey seer of the great Horned Rat and deity of all Skaven, squeeled in delight as the Lycan tore into its servant. Foolish man thing! No humans could stop a Rat Ogre in close combat with so few numbers! They knew no fear, little pain, and were brimming with chaotic magic. But not as much as Skritch was.
The buzzing of insects alerted it to what was coming. Not sure as to what, but not caring, Skritch slammed the staffs butt end on the cobblestones to release a gout of sick green flame. The unholy flames circled its Skaven summoner to become a shimmering bubble of chaos, the bees would never be able to touch it. Arrows would bounce off before doing any damage or simply be incinerated. The only threat came from a burst of pure flames atop to the greenskin charging at its Rat ogre!
Skritch turned its attention to the priestess who could cleanse disease and spread flames at whim, its unearthly green glow focused solely on that foul wench. It would be broken and returned to the tunnels with him, Greatscar decided, to become food for the ratlings.

A flourish of his hand was all it took to conjure a green fireball the size of a persons head. To which it promptly let fly at the witch. If she did not avoid it, the pyroclasm would surely destroy her entirely.

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Marianne's eyes widened when she saw the green flame suddenly appearing, protecting the shaman by surrounding him inside it. She quickly withdrew her bees, letting out a quite unladylike curse in the process. Thankfully, only one or two failed to retreat fast enough before they got burned to a crisp.

Now, the shaman had turned into an unassailable target, at least not with her bees. Once again, she considered summoning her mantis but she had promised that she would only use it when she was in a real pinch, and for now, the situation was still quite controllable.

She looked at the rat ogre, finding it now lying on its stomach. It seemed Grendrick had done his work, as it now certainly had a significantly reduced mobility. And speaking of the Lycan, where was he? She couldn't see him-- oh there he was. It seemed the ogre had thrown him off for quite a distance. It must have been quite painful, and the lycan would be out of commission for a while.

She then noticed Sylvia sneaking towards the creature. It being quite distracted before, she managed to get close without being attacked at all. And now the dwarves had joined the fight, distracting it even more.

She decided it would be wiser for her to join the assault on the rat ogre. Thus, she sent her bees towards its eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Their orders were to enter and unleash hell inside, no doubt causing terrible pain to the creature. She knew this would result in her bees being covered in some filthy, sickly ogre goo, with some of them maybe even getting stuck inside, but it would be the most efficient move as the ogre's thick skin and strong metabolism would decrease the effectiveness of her bees' poison. A direct physical assault inside would be more effective.

She noticed some of the dwarves were hesitating to continue their assault when they saw her bees swarming the creature. So she shouted to them, "Don't worry! My bees wouldn't harm you!". She wasn't that confident in the strength of her voice, as she really never shouted around in her entire life unlike common kids playing on the streets, but it seemed the information reached them nonetheless, and they charged back in towards the monster.

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Ayse smelled the oily green flame before she saw it. She broke off her magical assault on the rat ogre and dove to the side as the stone she'd been standing on were reduced to a glowing, molten, slurry. Ignoring the bruises she'd picked up in the graceless dive, Ayse found her feet again and let her flames crash against the barrier. She had the sinking feeling that it might not be enough.

She was exhausted. Her magic was running low. The Shaman seemed unassailable behind his shield. Things seemed bleak. Things had to change.

She saw Marianne directing her bees against the rat ogre and a new idea began to bubble up. She'd said that her power had to do with influencing and empowering insects, but was that all? Could the noblewoman reinforce her instead? Ayse providing the spells while Marianne supported her in power. It certainly seemed like a sound idea.

"Marianne, can you grab hold of my staff? I have a plan."

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Fariha was close to her spell-casting team-mates, but she kept her distance. She felt that it wasn't wise to stick so close to one another, especially when dealing with a rampaging beast and another spell-caster. She analysed the scene. The Rat Ogre was more or less covered, literally and metaphorically by her allies. So attacking it now would be difficult for her, for she feared that she may injure someone unintentionally with what she was about to do.

The elf noticed that the rat shaman had covered itself in a vile looking, green flame which acted as a shield. It had launched a spell at Ayse, who managed to dodge it. Perhaps with quite a lack of finesse, but she couldn't expect such things of everyone. The archer took in a deep breath as she drew her empty bowstring, sliding her right foot back and lowering her body. To many, it might look like she had gone mad, trying to fire a bow without an arrow. But they would soon realise her plan.

The center circle of the Five Fold lit up upon drawing her bowstring, she stopped at full draw. A pale white glow ran across the string, starting from the string nocks and meeting at her fingers. The light grew in a straight line from her fingers to her left hand that held the bow, slowly taking on the shape of an arrow. As the arrow formed, the body of her bow began to glow as well; she waited for a few moments before releasing her spell. The force of the shot pushed back at Fariha, but her lowered stance had prevented the force from pushing her off balance. She breathed heavily, lowering her bow. Her magical pool wasn't large enough to sustain her spells, but it was truly the only solution she could think of at the time.

Against these unholy flames, the arrow of light should be able to penetrate and perhaps kill the shaman. However should the flames be strong enough to withstand the arrow, they would surely be extinguished for some time.