[System]
The Mundane
Age:
 16

Sanctum City:
 Norba

Description:
 Crystal stands at 5 feet 7 inches and weighs 143 pounds. She has above-average musculature, built from good genes and rather extreme physical training. She has black hair usually tied in twintails and hazel eyes that seem to pierce through what they look at. She tends to be slouched somewhat when she's not taking something seriously, which is most of the time.

Personality:
 Crystal is a mixed-bag of personality traits, according to the psychologist she visits on a monthly basis. She is not shy, but is quiet and keeps to herself. She is not outgoing, but can become overexcited by the things she enjoys. She is usually calm, and often confident, but the times when she's not she tends to reach the other extreme of hyperactive or pessimistic, respectively. She tends to spend her free time drawing or reading, often both being based around manga, though she also enjoys drawing more realistic styles as well. She is also almost always preoccupied with writing stories to go with her art.
 Crystal has the bad habits of chewing gum and, strangely, blowing air up from her mouth towards her forehead, usually messing up her bangs. She has the affliction of obsessive compulsive disorder, though with her medication one would never know it. When she is unable to take them, however, she becomes a nervous wreck and her habits explode in severity.

Background:
 Crystal von Caelestis is a part of the extended family of the Jupiter family of the Duodecim. That is to say, she is a cousin of the heir to the family. Or rather, she would be if her uncle had a child. As it stands, she and her cousins are all later in line than a nonexistent relative for purposes of succession. Once her uncle marries and has children, they will be the next generation of the Jupiter family line. As such, she was raised in a very noble-esque environment in which she was given great freedom to pursue her interests while also being taught and trained at a higher level than most. She is skilled in the arts not because she wished to be, but because she must be in order to properly represent the Caelestis family. She is in good physical shape and skilled with weapons not because she has passion for it, but because she must be able to defend herself and others if necessary.
 She only recently discovered that she has access to magic, and was very quickly enrolled in Nova Lux Academy. As such, she feels rushed and out of place.

The Magical

Armgaus Name:
 Frozen Blue Sapphire

Gladius:

Parma:

Elementum:
 Ice

Elementum Abilities:
 Crystal can both form ice from nowhere and remove heat from an area, causing coldness to form. She is able to freeze things with a touch, or with some effort do so without physical contact. While she cannot do things like throwing spears of ice telepathically, she can certainly create them in such a way as to pierce a target without needing to be moved. Her ability to remove heat from an area usually manifests as control of the temperature surrounding her, and a distaste of heat means that she often uses this trick when she is able to use magic at all to help keep her cooled off. Somewhat strangely, her magic has minor purifying properties; freezing water with her magic will also remove most impurities from it.

[User]
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"Ngaaaaaaaaah~"

Whatever uncomfortable silence may have manifested between the five strangers was unceremoniously broken, as the far-and-away tallest of their number languidly streeeeeeetched her arms and back towards the roof, scraping the sky that much more before she blissfully sank in to the leather cushioning of the nearest seat. A face framed by evergreen locks bore a plainly relieved smile upon soft features, and after a moment one emerald eye popped open, taking stock of affairs.

For a girl like Selma Rosmarie, travel was an entirely alien prospect. Her family were settlers, rooted to their chosen homes, and deeply connected to the land they called theirs— that had not changed even in the wake of their century-old exile from Germany, as it was known in the old world. They maintained the homesteading spirit, preferring to nurture and cultivate where others might move to greener pastures. To them, it was a rare thing to even leave the agricultural districts of Hasta. To take to the skies to cross an entire continent? Unheard of. Leaving home was all too daunting. Her world had been so small before, and now...

The ride on the airship was a wondrous thing, really. To be so high up that landscapes stopped being scenic, and instead all melded into an endless canvas of woodland, steppe, meadow and mountain below had to have been every bit as magical as she and her four companions were. Even in spite of the obscuring Nox clouds, there was no way she hadn't clung to her viewport for two... eh, probably three hours, watching the earth roll by beneath her, paired with her best source of entertainment— an eclectic mix of musics piped out from her phone and into her ears. A non-insignificant number of them were far more heavy on screaming guitar than you would really expect to accompany such a gorgeous backdrop, but playlists unfortunately still eluded her. It spoke to the Concordia's luxuriant construction that the freely dancing giantess hadn't garnered any noise complaints during her portion of the trans-Eurasian flight.

That she had been made aware of, anyway. Must be some sturdy walls and flooring!

Flooring...

Whew.

All that was nice. But... It was also ethereal. In a way that didn't quite sit right with her, once the wonderment of flight had petered out some. Having worked upon soil and stone her whole life, she had to admit: it didn't feel right to not be standing on terra firma. When she had busted a move or two, it was one thing. A light, feathery step was good when you were carried by a fun rhythm. When you were walking, though? Or standing, or sitting? Or doing anything else? It was wrong to have that underlying sense of nothing beneath you. She had been reassured multiple times that she wouldn't fall through, and had definitely put the floorboards through their paces before she'd stopped to think about the matter, but she could still feel it. A nagging in the back of her head, saying "Selma, Selma, what in the Hellma?" whenever she shifted her weight and felt not the world, but a few layers of wood and steel beneath her heels.

Even stepping into the rail car, another artificial mode of transport, still had its connection to the ground. It just went through an extra medium or two in the track, rather than the airship's total removal.

She wondered. Did the other girls have the same problem? A few of them looked pretty classy, compared to a bumpkin like her, anyway, so she didn't regard it as too out there if they had been on an airship ride or two before... Was it as amazing for them, or had the sight of the world sliding by turned out to be something you could grow accustomed to? A routine occurrence? Was there anyone for whom uprooting and rocking over half the world's span could be normal?

These kinda questions didn't get answered just by rolling them down the cliffs of the mind until they hopefully hit an answer. Selma could see that much clearly, even without the naturally high vantage point. May as well find out. Hadn't had a chance until now, so best get striking while the iron's hot!

"Hallo!" she called to the rest of the assembled magical girl initiates, transitioning her remaining outstretched arm into a chipper wave at the wrist and putting on her best friendly smile. "I'm Selma! Anybody need help with any luggage? I don't know much about trains, but I'm sure I can lift whatever you need me to, so don't be shy!"

Her grin drew a little wider as she flexed her bicep in jest, but her words and intent were sincere all the same. If anyone looked to be struggling, or would just appreciate the hand, all they needed to do was take her up on it. No sense being cold to the people she was gonna fight alongside, right?

[Assistant]
April 8th, 117AV

"Congratulations!!"

"Huh? What? Why... huh?"

"Surprise, Chie!"
"We kinda sprung this on her out of nowhere..."
"Don't worry, the teacher said we could use the classroom!"
"Hey, come sit! This is your farewell party!"

"Farewell party? I didn't think it was that important..."

"Quit the modesty already Chie! It's Nova Lux you're going to! Nova Lux!"
"I don't really want her to go, though..."
"I know, right? I don't like goodbyes."
"Come on, everyone... keep a smile on! I don't want to see Chie go either, but we should support her, right?"

"..."

"Hey, Chie, try these! I baked them myself!"
"Oooooh... why have I never gotten some?!"
"These are farewell cookies. You come to my house enough as-is."
"...Huh? Hey, Chie, is something wrong?"

"No... no, nothing at all. Thank you, everyone."

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The dim light coming out the screen of Chie's phone was more than enough to see with for the darkened night sky which surrounded her. It wasn't pitch-black by any means- the abundance of night lighting at both the dock and scattered through the vast city below made sure of this- but the artificiality of it all didn't comfort her any. Anticipation, nerves, fear, longing... the emotions Chie felt were complex, compounded by her incessant staring at the minutes counting down. Her escort was a rather tall, serious man and had made for a poor company. Not that Chie had tried particularly hard to strike up a conversation, but most any of her questions were answered swiftly and with no hope for a followup. She was left with nothing to entertain herself, save for the act of slowly watching time tick and tick by.

It felt strange. She wasn't particularly bound to her home, but now that it was almost time to leave...

"Ah!"

Chie's thoughts were broken as she heard the airship dock. Naturally, it was at the station where she'd been (im)patiently waiting. She looked back up at her escort who, after a bit of hushed chatter with his earpiece, told her to wait just a little longer. It wasn't long before three girls were escorted off the airship by a slew of military personnel. Chie thought to ask some more questions, but before a word could escape her lips her escort had already begun explaining. He informed her that the airship would not be used to make the rest of the journey. Instead, she and the other three would be lead to a railcar which would be making the rest of the trip in its stead.

It hardly took any time for the five to get settled, but a silence hung over them nevertheless. It was quite the... interesting group. Out of the four, Chie figured she looked the most ordinary, but maybe each of the other girls thought much the same about themselves. One girl had hair unlike everybody else's, vibrant and colourful. But even more than the colour, what stood out how well-maintained it was. It looked like it'd give the feeling of silk were you to touch it. Another one was more modest. Her hair was fashioned in twintails and what stood out most about the her was just how fidgety she seemed. She'd been fiddling with something, or otherwise had been nervously twitching her legs or fingers, all the way from the airship to here. As for the last one, well...

"Hallo!"

The last didn't take too long to make herself known. She introduced herself as Selma, no family name given, and was a taller woman than Chie could have imagined possible. It was no secret that the people of Calcaria were shorter than some of the more western-laid city city states, but Chie hadn't even seen a man as tall as Selma. The girl seemed nice and friendly enough, but the difference in height was going to leave Chie uncomfortable for a while longer. Selma had introduced herself, however, so it wouldn't do to not respond in kind.

"My name is Masuzu Chie. I don't need help with my luggage, but I hope we can all get along from this point forwards."

Chie waited to hear the names of the other three.


[System]
Title: Oni Princess | Oni King
Age: Young, by comparison
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Demons of Hell | Yomi Plane
Race: Oni
Personality: Being the representative of the Yomi Plane, Suyi acts with clear intentions and rarely does an action of her without thought put into it. Despite being prideful the Oni goes to great lengths for her kin and is not afraid to get herself dirty. As refined as she tries to be however, it seems to be a common thing that Oni usually act rather wild and dark but still with passion. Though, as long as Suyi doesn't get drunk everything is alright.

Since she lost her parents the Oni is also out for revenge and would do nearly anything to attain enough power to do so.

History:
There was once a mortal woman and a powerful demon who fell madly in love with each other - hoping to close the bridge created between the two factions. Without much success however, the mortal woman soon saw herself an outcast while the demon, unyielding through his love, had to crave a new home for the two, sheltering his lover from the harsh environment of the Demon Realm.

This was how the Yomi Plane came into existence - their children being the first beings that would soon be titled Oni. Despite retaining a lot of standard demonic traits from their First Father, the Oni's culture and social behaviour was ultimately decided by their First Mother, making the Yomi realm look like something out of a human fairy-tale.

Because of this, and them being no pureblood demons, Oni's were usually looked down upon, ultimately living a secluded life in their self-created monarchic Paradise.

With human-blood inside them, the average life-span of an Oni was a lot lower compared to the standard demon, leading to a lot of inbreeding and variations between themselves before ultimately becoming what they were today: Nearly human-looking with, usually, two horns on their head.

Suyiketsu herself was born as the heir of the Yomi Plane. Without any siblings to compete against and under the protection of the Oon Barrier, her parents education was rather considerate and thoughtful. Of course, no peace lasted eternal, and Suyiketsu suddenly found herself at wits end as a metal-winged angel single-handedly crushed her own little paradise and killed her parents... . Thus, her quest for revenge and honour began.

Powers:
Oni Horns
The power of a Oni is directly tied to the size and amount of horns they posses. With their First Father, Yomi, also being called the Many Horned Devil, most Oni nowadays have two horns. Rumours have it that way older generations were able to transform into more-horned variant, greatly amplifying their power.

Being an incredible prideful folk, the horns are also the source of protection against mind-fuckery abilities, making it hard to impossible to subside even a two-horned specimen.

The Horn of an Oni is extremely sturdy and a highly sought after material in the creation of protective gear.

Oni Power
Somehow, something the Oni seem to be famous for is their strength. While increased physical attributes in comparison to a non-techno-human are superior, what really stands out is their strength, even amongst their demon brethren.

Oni Vitality
Another trait Oni posses are their regeneration, able to withstand immense amounts of suffering. Sadly, however, the power of this ability fluctuates even more than others with the amount of horns they posses, making a two-horned variant take two weeks to regrow an entire limb.

Oni Mystic
The Oni horns are full of magical energy! While their main use is to amplify traveling between this plane and others through special portals and their own blood, it isn't too uncommon that various mystics of the Oni species are fearsome magicians. Suyiketsu, however, did not receive any proper training in such arts so far.

Weapons:
The Key Of Creation: Fate
Supposed to be one of the Seven Keys of Creation that the Oni, Urias the Butcher, had taken from the Angel's a long time ago. Supposed to alter Fate itself, the Key simply became a family heirloom.

Whatever it is just a legend or the truth, the Key, in form of a blade, is simply a reliable weapon that never seems to lose its Edge.

Equipment:
The Key Of Creation: Neuanfang
Supposed to be one of the Seven Keys of Creation that the Oni, Urias the Butcher, had taken from the Angel's a long time ago. Supposed to alter existence itself, the Key simply became a family heirloom.

The pendant was returned to their rightful owners in the recent attack against the Yomi Plane.

Other:
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Random Trivia:
#1 Oni's fighting power is increased by alcohl. Despite that, however, Suyi refuses to drink
#2 The death of their First Father, Yomi, was never confirmed. Nowadays he is worshiped as a deity.
#3 No matter how many Oni Portals, a special arrangement of stones that allow travel between different Planes, are destroyed, somehow there always seem to appear more!
#4 Despite the word 'Pureblood' being kind of prideful and thus, fitting an Oni, it is commonly used as a sarcastic remarks considering their mixed blood with humans.
#5 The Oon Barrier was a protective measure created by Urias to ensure that nobody could ever trespass into the Yomi plane through their own means.
#6 Rumours have it that the giant forests and mountains inside Yomi are still inhabited by elder Oni, some of them being able to call the First Father their grandpa.
#7 Despite her parents deaths making Suyi the new Oni King, she is still just a princess until the coming-of-age ceremony.
#8 Oni are true masters at making tea.
#9 The Yomi plane is not only protected by the Oni but also the numerous mythical creatures usually living in seclusion.

[User]
Azaezel
Uninterrupted, Azaezel managed to finish his summoning. Multiple layers of magic rings collapsed downwards, until the final two became one and the entire circle glowed a bright, golden color. "Come forth! Lion of the heavens! I summon thee, Zodiac Leo!" Azaezel finished and from the glowing circle a figure formed, falling down. With every meter it dropped it grew in shape, until it almost hit the ground. Two still glowing wings unfurled themselves and the golden shape began to become physical. With burning wings and a mane of gold the Celestial flew over the battlefield. Until it found, at random, its prey. Landing in the middle of the big group of lesser demons it already crushed several under its legs. With a deafening roar the massive lion began its onslaught upon the demon horde. Fiery wings flapped away the demons trying to mount it, and the periodic lift off made sure that those who managed to crawl on its back swiftly fell to their death.

Azaezel, watching how his summon tore through the demon horde couldn't help to crack a final smile. They had lost, sure, but his lion would claim the lives of many demons. Even if they came back, they would forever fear the painful dead he gave them. And with that, he was satisfied enough. He descended back to his troops. "We leave." Was the only thing he said, before all shapes turned into pure light again. Pale pillars engulfed the forming orbs of bright golden light and lifted them up. The angelic mages had done what they could.

[Assistant]
Krinsa sighed lightly as the Oni let down her guard slightly. Really, it would have been bad to have a fight between demons on this Machina vessel. Then the Oni asked if Krinsa was looking for the superweapon as well. . . Well, whatever it was suppose to be. Superweapon, artifact. . . Well, it didn't matter. Krinsa didn't especially pledge herself to the demons out of Loyalty or anything so if they failed to get this thing, then, well, whatever. Still, she'd try where she could. Then, however, a somewhat familiar voice came over the intercom of the vessel. . . Orders, orders, orders. Really now. . . "It's your lucky day now, isn't it human?" Krinsa had to ask almost jokingly to the human the Oni held hostage. "So then, our target is the cargo hold? Hmm, not that I know exactly where that is. . ."

It was around then that the turrets in the surrounding areas hummed back to life. Krinsa turned quickly to one that was close to behind her. It started firing at the woman as she quickly aimed both guns at the emplacements and fired, quickly exploding the device. . . Not before recieving a few shots to her arm, near up by her shoulder. One embedded itself inside, but the others nicked her barely. "We should move, Horned-One."


[System]
Age: 20

Appearance:

Years in the Academy: 7

Ancestors: TaskMaster is his Uncle. X-23(Laura Kinney) is his mother. He does not know his father due to the man dying when he was young; however, this man is the link to TaskMaster.

Photographic Reflexes = Alex has the ability of Photographic Reflexes. He wasn't born with this ability but due to his healing factor his uncle, TaskMaster, took him and began testing on him. TaskMaster tested to see if he could implant his own ability within the boy, and it worked. Alex now can copy any physical action that his body could naturally do. However, due to not naturally being born with this ability Alex can 'forget' how to do the move if he doesn't work to ingrain it into his muscle memory.

Superhuman Longevity = Just like most with a healing factor Alex also has a superhuman level of longevity. This causes him to just like Wolverine and X-23 from whom he has DNA of to age slower during his young adult years and further on.

Regenerative Healing Factor = Alex has a very strong healing factor due to having DNA of Wolverine and X-23. When TaskMaster did tests on the young boy he did something to increase the power at which Alex's body and mind can recover. It has not been attempted, but before TaskMaster escaped he mentioned that he believed that Alex had a better healing factor than Wolverine.

Animalistic Instincts = Similar to Wolverine and X-23 Alex has heightened senses in the form of various animals. He has faster reflexes, stronger sense of smell, better eyesight, and an innate sense of incoming danger. Alex has yet to train these senses to their peak potential so as of right now they feel more of a nuisance until he fully understands what he is sensing.

Hyper Speed = The only ability that Alex can call his own is his speed. Not quite the levels of those such as Quicksilver, but still faster than the average human if only a few MPH's higher. TaskMaster estimated that if he trained his speed that Alex could quite possibly reach Mach 1, but so far Alex has maxed out at 48 MPH.

A side note is that Alex is fairly intelligent. This is primarily because TaskMaster drilled various lessons into the boy's mind. He learned a lot and retain nearly all of it.

Bio: At a young age Alex's life began fairly normal. His father died when he was young so he only knew of his mother Laura as his family. At the time he didn't even know her link to Wolverine or about her powers. Once his abilities started to show themselves she told him everything. It was a lot for a seven year old to take in, but it caused him to have a strong desire to help people.

Unfortunately, within the next year TaskMaster showed up. Still using the name Tony Masters he told the young Alex that he was the young boys uncle having been the brother of his dead father, the last person that had been living who knew Taskmaster's true identity. When Laura found out TaskMaster had shown up she forbid Alex to interact with him. Unfortunately, there was nothing either could do to stop TaskMaster from following out his plans.

The man kidnapped Alex and took him to an old Weapon X facility. There he performed various tests on Alex implanting DNA in him and altering the already preexisting DNA. He taught the boy various things and began attempting to brainwash him. This was very difficult due to the boys healing factor. It took nearly three years, but Laura along with a few other superheroes eventually found the location where TaskMaster had been hiding the boy. TaskMaster had been outside the facility when the heroes showed up and therefore got away.

All of this harshly affected the young boy. A close watch was kept on him after he and his mother moved to Xavier's School in order to keep him safe. Eventually Alex got sick of being stuck in the same place and he tried to run away. He was easily caught by Wolverine who came up with a compromise of placing him in the Avengers Academy. Laura was scared to part ways with her son when TaskMaster was still at large, but she realized that he should be safe with the Avengers close by rather than him continuously trying to run away. Alex only agreed as long as they kept his identity as secret as possible which was agreed to.

Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional!

Weapons: Since TaskMaster planned on working alongside Alex and rebuilding his crime syndicate he used his leftover connections to get Alex a Vibranium-Adamantium alloy Ninjato and a small collapsible Kendo Stick.

Personality: To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone like his uncle. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He really wants to help others but doesn't feel as if he will be any real help.

Other: Has an overbearing desire for revenge against TaskMaster.

[User]
Being called out on his inactivity caused Ben to shy away, back to his timid self. He stayed quiet throughout the lecture, not once piping up. He never once considered being part of a team before. Perhaps that was why he was sitting back. He knew that the team would handle things... but if he was another cog in their team...

Ben pondered this as Vix suggested increasing the lessons in team work. Ben piped in.

"Yeah. If we're meant to be a team, perhaps it'd be better if we learned how. Remember, I've been going solo for the first little while until I enrolled here." Ben got back to a bit of a cocky attitude, but not enough in the hopes of not pissing off Scott.

[Assistant]
Richard was right and knew it was more than just asking what happened. He was chewing them out and he looked around at the reactions of the others as he did so. He noticed Ben's personal retreat and removed his arm from around Mister Lang. He didn't want to sound cocky but he was sure that if he was there the situation would've gone a lot smoother. He decided to keep that to himself. It wasn't the time to praise himself. Especially when the others were being scolded and in some ways belittled.

He listened to Vix and Ben and chiped in after them. "They're right. Put us to the test and let us change your opinion. I suggest we do a simulation right now." Even though he wasn't part of the original situation there was no way he was going to miss out on this. This would've been good for all of them. Especially those that weren't actually in the program yet.

[User]
Nao shuffled his feet a little as Mr. Lang went on, flinching at the waiting until the last second comment. Definitely him. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, it was more that he'd never had to be involved before. Really, he thought it would be heroic enough if he could actually pass a math class without extra tutoring this year. Seriously, who thought anyone would actually need the pythagorean theorem outside of a test.

Nao nodded as a few of the group suggested simulations. If working together was an issue, better to throw everyone into a situation to work out the kinks. Plus, he'd never had the opportunity to work with people that weren't trying to hurt others. Actually, it's more like he avoided it like the plague. But he had to start somewhere.

[Assistant]
"Yes! Yes. Let's all listen to Vix and Richard. Allow us all to heed what they hath said to us." She had just accidentally issued a challenge to Lang by saying what she did, now she just wanted them to move past that and pretend that it never happened in the first place. A little test or simulation wouldn't hurt, but what about the kid? James had just kinda dragged him along with the group full of advanced training students, and she was pretty sure that his pipes were going to burst if he didn't go soon.

"Um, Will." She thought that was his name, at least. She wasn't really in the conversation when the boy had told James his name. "This is some pretty heavy stuff coming up. You should probably take a little bit of a break before we start up and get you stuck with us for at least an hour or two." There was no really easy way that she could subtly allude to him that this was his queue to go and find a bathroom. Runners, Marines, it had happened to grown men and women in those kind of situations, and she wasn't going to let that kid have any sort of accidents, as weird as it sounded to even think about.

[User]
The responses to his question only made Professor Lang laugh and sigh. "Getting lectured on how to teach by a bunch of kids, never thought I'd see the day. Most of you have been training for teamwork for a while now. But you know what? You want me to teach you teamwork? Fine. We're going to split up into groups-- Hold on." Scott stopped and looked at Will, turning his head a bit. "You're the kid who almost got hit by the rocket, right? A new student... Sorry for keeping you here, please don't pee all over the floor, this is an important building..." Professor Lang's face softened a bit. He always had a soft spot for younger kids. In all honesty Lang only came off as harsh because he was training the next people to take up the Avengers. Most of the students here were cocky and thought they could do anything, so he had to give them a reality check. But when it came to new students he was nothing but helpful.

"Friday, what's this child's schedule? we need to get him to class before he's late." A female voice echoed through the room in response. "It seems to be that this... is his first class today, Scott. He's Will Fleeter, right?

Scott eyed him for a couple moments before slowly nodding. "Must have been a slip up in the database. Never had a first day student join the program...

"There's nothing we can do at the moment. Might as well pair him with someone and see what he can do. the female voice responded kinda worriedly. James looked over at the young kid, worried himself. These courses were for people who have gotten a hold of their abilities or know whats in store for them... James prayed that Lang knew what he was doing.

"Alright, so we are going to spend the morning going through some teamwork exercises. You're going to partner up and complete an obstacle course. For anyone who's been here before you know these courses are meant to push you and your abilities to the max of your potential. If your partner fails, so do you. No excuses. You will have to work together or we will find of another group project for you to do, understand?

Now, time for the teams! Annabelle, I've seen the stink eyes you've given James, and vise versa. The grandchildren of two leaders should be able to work out their differences and pass these courses... I guess the two Web-Heads can pair up, and use genetics and technology to reach an end goal. Vix, Charlotte, pair up, and this time make sure your whole suit is here. Alex, Nao, I'm curious to see how this plays out... and Mister Westbrook, you're going to team up with Will... I hope you like these pairs, because they're final!

James nodded and glanced over at Anna. Lang knew that the two weren't too fond of each other when it came to their thinking. James hoped that they could push that aside to get through the course. it wasn't going to be easy. He then glanced over at Alex. He was teamed up with Nao, and although he was sure the two could handle it, James didn't know if things would get out of hand with that combination... And then there was Will. He knew Mark wouldn't let anything happen to him, he was a good person, but he had no idea what Will could do. He didn't look confident, and that was dangerous.

"Alright, we're going to use the arenas outside for these trials. It'll give you all room to work with. Time to move out!

The obstacle course Arenas were all next to each other, all looking like massive sporting arenas. There was a glass dome above them, and although there was grass in the field to start off, the terrain and lighting changed as soon as the simulation started. You could be on the rooftop of New York, or the jungles of Wakanda, or even old military bases for infiltration. There were even classic style obstacle courses that had no setting, just different shapes and blocks and enemies to move around. It looked like everyone was going at the same time. James was next to Anna, awkwardly thinking about what to say. They didn't hate each other, but there were those moments where they got on each other's nerves, and that seemed to be a lot.

[Assistant]
Anna listened as Lang went on another of his casual tirades. Over the years Anna felt her and the groups respect for Lang change, even the smallest aspect of their relationship with him had shifted. For example, rather than 'Mr Lang' as she used to call him, Anna opted now for the more friendly 'Lang'. She'd never call him Scott though, that just felt weird. Furthermore, Lang had begun to feel more like a father figure and a mentor rather than a teacher, at least to Anna, someone she could confide in. I suppose that came with the job though, after all training what could have been the next Avengers requires a degree of compassion and sympathy.

Anna grimaced as the team members were read out. Of course she was paired with, James he was the only one she knew well enough to dislike somewhat. She rubbed the corners of her eyes with her fingers before moving a strand of hair out of her line of sight with a slender green hand. She crossed her arms, turning to face James.
"Alright, boy scout an obstacle course should be easy enough for you, if there are a few kittens caught in trees along the way that might be a different story though, so let's just hope that Lang has made this relatively traditional." She teased, attempting to keep spirits up between the two in her own strange way.


[System]
Age:26

Famous Musician and Record Producer.

Nicknames: The golden heart or Mr. Good Guy/Boy

Biography: Jacob Stacera was born to two very hard working loving parents who made sure that he had everything that he ever wanted. His next door neighbor was a young girl around his own age named Adriana who he befriended. The two were very close becoming best friends rather quickly. This friendship lasted through elementary all the way up to high school. After catching a lucky break his band was signed and within the year was one of the best-selling bands in the world. Jacob left the city and changed his name to Jack which is what he'd used through his childhood anyway.

Jack Stacera is a young man who loves to hear about how handsome he was but is not cocky about it. He knows he's handsome and helps people who are in need at a request if he see's someone picking on someone else he helps out as soon as he sees it. Jack is six foot six and is two hundred and thirty pounds with golden hair and baby blue eyes and has worked out since he was a child.

History: Jack was a child model for a band called "The Majestic Seven" and the modeling business went on after until he was eleven. Jack is in a group his great, great, great grandfather created it is called the Lima Deion he has made it a group that helps talented kids get into places they need to be in. Jack still rarely does modeling showed though as well as being a co-vocalist in the famous band called Lords of captivating hearts which consists of his best friend Robert Gaffinger as co-lead vocalist and guitarist and Jack as co-lead vocalist and bassist.

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Who would've ever thought little pudgy Jack Stacera, the boy with the beautiful piercing brown eyes would've ever grown up to be the co-vocalist of one of the biggest bands in the charts. It seemed that any member of the band could go to any country and have a swarm of fans around them. THough that wasn't surprising since truthfully all the members of the band were pretty good looking though Jack and Robert often fought playfully amongst themselves being the heads of the band.

Jack Stacera currently sat in the limousine as it pulled its way into the town he was born in. The band had just gotten home after a European tour and Jack couldn't think of any place better to do their first American show this year in other than the town who had made him who he was, all of it had started here in his small garage with four original members Alexander and Markus Markovi, Adriana Menzel and Jack Stacera who was then known by his real name Jacob it had been quite some time since Jack had been home. Just because of how busy the band had been here of late.

As they pulled up to the building Jack waited until the car stopped completely before opening the door and getting out. Looking around he chuckled remembering all the times his band had played here when Mr. Lawrence Prince owned the place but that was ages ago so the old man had probably retired by now all he could think about was how last time he was here, he had long flowing dark brown hair down to his shoulders and wore an old raggedy wife beater, Chuck Taylor shoes and a pair of blue jeans with holes in them. Now he wore a fine white Italian Suit with black and white Oxford dress shoes, how medium length brown hair was messy as usual as he stepped out looking at the building "It's been too long since I've seen been home... Too long indeed. Let's head inside" he said making his way into the building looking at the beautiful paintings on the west wall and on the East wall was all the pictures signed by the rock stars, comics and others who had performed at the building in the past. Not long after entering the front lobby they were greeted by a beautiful redhead with emerald green eyes.

"So this is the place where Jack Stacera grew up," Robert asked with a laugh "Well it's a beautiful place though kind of too nice for one of the hottest bands in the place of the worlds origin don't you think" this was just how Robert was. He always picked at Jack the forming a very interesting friendship between the two Jack was the nice, kind soft spoken one and Robert, well Robert was the exact opposite sure he could be nice, and he was kind as well however, Robert wasn't afraid of being an asshole, partying, living the American Rockstar Lifestyle and saying whatever came out of his mouth without any second thought. As the group walked inside he shook his head happily "Well the further we get in the nicer it is. Especially now wow" he said as the beautiful redhead came in to greet them quietly Robert whispered "Dibs on that one."

Elizabeth Viduelle had gotten a call from the guards at the visitor's entrance to tell her that the Lords were finally there. So she made her way through the large building to meet them at the front Lobby she walked in moments after the band "Hello gentlemen it's a pleasure to have you all here. I am Elizabeth Viduelle I run the day to day operations for Mr. Prince. Listen I know this is going to sound unprofessional but may I ask what was that song Winter Love written about" Elizabeth asked the band curiously." Elizabeth Viduelle spoke in the best professional voice she could muster, it was hard for her not to squeal and scream like the fangirl she truly was. The Lords of Captivating Hearts was one her favorite band ever. Now here was all of them Alexander Markovi the original drummer from when they were a garage band and Robert Gaffinger, a longtime friend of Jack's from when he was doing modeling jobs as a child, the two had lost contact for a little while but right after the Lords got signed Markus Markovi had been in an accident which had caused his arm to be amputated which made it impossible for him to play lead guitar. At first, Jack and Alexander thought their dreams of being famous was over but as fate would have it Jack had been at a party in L.A when he bumped into Robert the two reconnected and after talking for quite a while Robert let it know that he played guitar. So after talking it over with Alexander, they hired Robert to be the lead guitarist since then, however, Robert had been a crucial part of the band's success becoming as large of a figure in the band as Jack who was most often the frontman of the band. "So Mr. Prince is going to be with us soon since he is the owner of this fine establishment. He was on his way to meet you and the Lords but he had a family emergency that took priority so until he is able to join us how about I give you all a tour of the building" with that said she didn't wait for their answer she just began walking as the tips of her heels clicked against the marble flooring as she showed them around the entirety of the building. It wasn't until they entered the room where the stage was going to be set up. "This is the room where the stage will be set up as you can see there is the artist who is painting the mural to go with your new song Winter Love.

"Wow it's hard to believe Lawrence is still around he was already an older gentleman when the Lords were nothing more than a garage band with big dreams now years later he's still running it mad respect for him," Jack said smiling "And it's a pleasure to meet you as well Miss Viduelle" Jack turned to look at Alexander and Robert as he heard the question about the song. "Well to be completely honest Miss Viduelle that song was written for a girl I knew a long time ago. I was secretly in love with her but afraid to act on it, she was an important person to me, my best friend and I was afraid that by telling her my true feelings I would only cause myself pain by losing her forever. However, now I wish I would've told her because it has been years since I've had any contact with her. But enough about my past personal life. I would greatly appreciate seeing the grounds and the stage where we're going to perform." After saying this Elizabeth began showing them around the building. As they entered the room where the concert was actually going to be put on he shook his head appreciatively "Well this is a beautiful place for a concert, very large with enough room to hold thousands of people, and an artist is painting a mural to go with Winter Love" Jack said placing his hands on his hips, the reaper rings he work shining as the lights hit it. After he said this he saw the artist painting the mural fall to the ground and so Jack being the kindhearted person he was rushed over to see if she were alright, he felt bad and wanted to help her in any way he could. As he got close though he saw that she was alright and noticed something else as well. The artist was Adriana his best friend and inspiration for the song Elizabeth had just asked about moments earlier though he could tell she hadn't noticed him yet "You now Ri-Ri you always were clumsy though... I thought you would've grown out of that by now."

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Head spinning, body throbbing and the lights above her head glaring down at her, Adriana was far from in a pleasant state of mind as she laid out of breathe and seeing stars on the floor. The blonde gasped for air at the impact and flinched. Oh that hurt… that hurt a lot… Growing the blonde slowly sat herself up holding the back of her head and cursing under her breathe. That was until she heard a voice, and the voice said Ri-Ri.

Her soft blue eyes expanded as she stared down at her lap. Ri-Ri, no way… the moment those words left the person's mouth she found herself unable to move just staring at her lap. There was only one person on this planet that every called her Ri-Ri. The nickname came from when they were really young, her neighbor and best friend had trouble pronouncing her name. Now she went by Addie instead of Adriana to her friends. So only one person the planet call her Ri-Ri.

Her head turn to look towards the side of the stage where the voice came from. "Ja—" Before she could finish her sentence the bucket that she had launched into the air on her face landed on her head before dumping its contents all down the front of her. Sure she was wearing a paint shirt, paints and shoes because… well it's her job, she knows her stuff. But her blonde hair that was pulled back into a pony tail now was covered in black paint… again. Luckily she had put down a tarp on the stage so there was no damage to the floor.

A small defeated laugh left her as the brush clattered to the ground. "At least I'm done…" She said softly to herself as she got to her feet. However as she held her hand up to shield her eyes from the light she realized that standing across from her was just who she thought it was. "Me? Grow out of being clumsy? That will never happen." It had been so long since she had seen him (well, in person) that she was tempted to run and jump at him in a hug but she stopped, realizing that she was covered in paint now. "What are you doing here?"

The question had barely left her lips when the rest of the band came into view and Adriana clammed up almost instantly. It wasn't that she was star-struck or anything like most people would be, it was the simple fact that she honestly didn't do good in crowds and more than three people excluding her was too much. Not to mention the woman that was with them was the one who was supposed to write her a check for the touch up work. Fumbling and picking up the paint supplies and using the spare towel to quickly get the wet paint out of her hair she stammered to speak to Elizabeth. "I… uh… finished the touch ups… I'm done—I can go…"


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Age: 44

Sex: Male

Position within The Imperium of Man: Imperial Navy

Armor:
- Salvaged Carapace/Flak Mix: With a scavenged and repainted Carapace breastplate, Stukov's piecemeal mix of Navy issue Flak armor and the harder, less flexible carapace over his core is as best a compromise that he can get his hands on between ease of maintenance, protection, and maneuverability.

Weapons:
- Accatran Pattern, Mark XI Combat Shotgun: Standard issue shotgun for Armsman in the Imperial Navy, fine tuned over a life serving on Naval craft. Personally altered and tweaked, mostly in performance and handling, it has seen everything that Stukov has, and carried him through it all. Notably, he can load and fire various specialized munitions that can be loaded into any other standard model of shotgun, though outside keeping a handful of slugs and specially blessed buckshot, he doesn't normally carry unique ammo.
- Naval Pistol: A heavy, large caliber auto pistol unique to the Imperial Navy. Despite attempts by Guard forces to acquire their own as a souvenir, Stukov kept his hands on his own issued pistol. Sturdy enough for use in melee, and often paired with chain-cutlass it serves well, though not as openly as the shotgun or chain-cutlass.
- Chain-Cutlass: Formally known as a Hydraphur-Pattern Chainsword, the Chain-Cutlass was a more recent addition to Stukov's kit, coming with his appointment to Senior Armsman, a position also known as a Sergeant at Arms, and replaced his combat knife. While not as long as a standard Imperial Chainsword, having a shorter curved blade, the weapon's more compact size in comparison is highly prized in tight quarters.
- Concussion Grenades: Keeping several handy, these grenades rely on the shockwave from the detonation, which is coupled with deafening noise, instead of fragmentation of sheer shattering power alone. The lack of damage to hulls or other vital components, but continuing to be able to leave typical foes dead or disorientated to the point of being easy pickings. Proper armor could protect against such things, but the shockwave and audible damage made an alternate approach to typical armor.

Equipment:
- Micro-bead
- Data-slate
- Re-breather
- Grapnel Launcher

Personality:
 Stukov remains a rather steady figure in near any sort of situation, though his attitude is not exactly what one would consider professional. Always having nicknames for anyone he works alongside, sometimes several at a time depending on the person, he tends to be fairly blunt on matters, covering what needs to be covered without wasting time or mincing words. He doesn't brook trouble from other allies, having survived some of absolute worst nightmares a Voidsman can have, and has a special place of sheer hate for the forces of Chaos in his heart, more so than typical of loyal Imperial servants. Beyond this, he tends to carry himself with the kind of confidence that comes from far too much experience and surviving to see such experiences forged into senior combat abilities. He doesn't talk much about his time serving on board Naval vessels, given the rather unfortunate series of experiences, but that doesn't make him any less proud of his survival and service, even if he isn't ever going to be quite comfortable planetside, not completely.

Characters Theme Song:

Characters Voice:

Specifically the Cat.

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Cole Cerus
Cole stood there like a statue as Andromedai spoke to the women. Keeping an eye on the man in the back, just in case he decides to do something. He was confident that his comrades could handle the women if things go that way. Cole slowly unholstered his lasgun and brought it into a relaxed position but held on tightly to it. Ready to keep his weapon to bear if the pair try anything.

Cowards they are, Cole thought as the information came out. So a demoness appeared to them in the open and spoke of endless wonder to them. Not speaking a word of it to anyone for fear of death or worse and carried on their day as nothing happened. Stupid and cowardly, nothing ends well if Chaos is involved. Especially if two of the Chaos gods are involved. Letting the matter go and no letting some kind of authority know of this. They might as well dammed this planet, and death normally comes to those that keep the activities of Chaos a secret.

Cole was surprised by Andromedai's decision to have them arrested rather than execute them. He might have said something about it but, Cole knew his place with Andromedai. Keeping his opinions to himself over this. Guess, Andromedai is feeling merciful today with these two. He mentally shrugged, but the rest of the suspects may not be so lucky since he doubted that all of them were as scared as these two. Might have one of those suspects considered the offer from that demoness. However, they will find out today if the is the case. If they do not flee, that is.

As the group walked to their next target, Cole listened to what his comrades had to say about the whole thing. To the shape the demons may take and how much trouble this is going to be. Meanwhile, Cole started to scan their surroundings as he walked. Just checking if anyone looked suspicious while on the way to their next target.

Then Cole saw the statue of Khorne. That should not be here, and why is it out in the open like this. Why did no one report or allowed this to be built. Cole thought to himself as to why in the Emperor's name was this here. He was focused on the statue that he did not notice the black eye woman before it was too late. It was lucky that Adrianne managed to get a barrier up to shield them from the blast. Though not so lucky for Andromedai, who got lanched into a tree that almost snapped in half. Cole quickly readied his weapon, and without any orders from Stukov. He chose to cover Stukov while he moved up to the statue. While scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble or movement. You do not just leave a bomb like that in the open if you were not expecting someone. If he did not have a bad feeling before, he does now.

[Assistant]
Well it was all actually rather interesting development! Medaira was inwardly beside herself with giddy enthusiasm and anticipation. This was turning out to be an event of even greater amusement potential than she initially expected it to! This was glorious! The info revealed by the first victim… target, was useful! So at least two separate chaos forces factions present, but if there were two, chances were there were more, was it not?" Who can ensure there are only those two though? We should assume the worst and that we are dealing with a full mixed group here." The techpriestess mentioned, having to stop herself from calling the possible situation 'most entertaining' instead of 'worst'.

 The fact that the woman had apparently panicked out of fear for those around her wasn't surprising. It was a common Chaos tactic after all, besides Medaira was rather certain that somebody sometime at some point must have made a comment that to fell target, first strike those by their side.'… well if they hadn't, they should have!'

 Still smiling underneath the breather, she followed as they made a direct line for the next target which turned fun real fast. A statue of a chaos god, not something to see every day. A woman with dead eyes, possibly a cultist going ballistic as in literally by exploding and sending their glorious leader into a tree. Not a thing to see every day either, but it was priceless to witness. Now they needed Adrianne psyker friend to be rocketed into a ceiling and Medaira would be happy with a nice new collection in the making.

 Her grin turned extremely wide at the psyker's order to see to the possibly downed inquisitor. Medaira's eyes had this distinct chesire mischief glint in them as she dashed over to the woman with glee." Helping~!" She chirped happily as she went to their leader and the tree that stopped her flight. Emperor bless the tree, who knows how much further she would have traveled otherwise! That said, Medaira's mechadendrites were already armed and ready to fire and a gun was in her off hand.

 "Leader Lady Adrianne~ are you in functioning operational status~?" Medaira chirped as she began inspecting the woman's state. She asked the token question just to check to see if the woman would make any clear reaction. That said she brought her hand to make sure to keep the woman laying down flat just in case. A power armor might take the most of the blast, but hard impacts had the tendency to go through armor. Dropping armored targets from very high places was a good way to kill armored targets. Same with blunt weapons. Impact easily transferred THROUGH hard armor, so depending on the exact force of the impact she made with the tree, they were looking at anything from simple shock to internal injuries, so better not move her much until they can confirm she's ok. Though this was Andromedai, she was likely fine. Medaira suspected they could hit her with a speeding Valkyrie and she'd likely shrug it off.

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"Celestian Andromedai, can you hear me? are you injured? Do you need medical assistance? Your armors life support systems seem to be rebooting after the living warp bomb, I can't get a reading on your current condition." Aivza's voice came though Andromedai's coms, at first sounding distant but then clearing, returning to what was considered normal. The HUD within Celestian Andromedai's helmet was informing her that the conversion field emitter from her Rosarius had absorbed most if not all of the energy from the explosion, though still warned that she may have received slight injuries. After a few seconds of gathering additional information about her current condition, she responded to the first person that had reached out to her, Celestian Aviza. "I am thankfully uninjured Aviza, at least from what I can tell. Be it due to Devine intervention or pure luck, I am unsure. What I do know is that my Rosarius absorbed most of the energy from the suicide warp-bomber." Aviza responded quickly, thankful that her fellow Sister of Battle was still in one piece, "Yes well, I am going to thank the Emperor for your protection from the blast. You should check in with the rest of your, I mean our squad and ensure they are still alive."

While slightly dizzy and disoriented, effects from the living warp bomb detonating and her short trip to the tree that stopped her from flying further into the distance, Andromedai found herself still lying upon the ground when Aviza made her suggestion. "I'm in the process of doing just that, once I am able to stand on my own." Celestian Andromedai then attempted to move back onto her feet, though the hand being firmly placed upon her left shoulder stopped her. Standing before her was their Techpriestess, Medaira who was now inquiring if the Sister of Battle was still functioning and operational. "I am Celestian Andromedai, not Psyker Adrianne. Or did I get knocked into a different dimension where Pysker Adrianne is the leader of this Inquisitorial retinue?" The last comment was in made in jest, though she was unsure if anyone would have been able to catch that. Carefully, she grabbed onto the Techpriestess for stabilization and pulled herself up off of the ground and back onto her feet.

"I am fine, thank you for your concern." said Celestian Andromedai, who would then lightly pat Techpreistess Medaira upon her head a few times before stepping forward, towards her retinue. "Is everyone alright? Are there any injuries? I see that Pysker Adrianne..." Andromedai would stop mid-sentence, pointing back at the statue. "No longer Khorne, but of the God Emperor." The statue had indeed changed back to what it should have been, no longer representing the God of blood, war and murder. "What little remains of the woman who abruptly exploded are scattered around the area, and with her the effects of the warp bomb still linger." Celestian Andromedai considered the fact that they were most likely being watched at that moment, and switched to her coms so only her retinue could hear her speak. "It is likely we are being watched, why we have not yet been attacked since the Warp Bomb leaves me to assume they are merely toying with us." Turning to Adrianne, Andromedai continued speaking. "Or maybe they just want us alive? Do you still sense anything out of the ordinary?"

[Assistant]
Stukov kept an ear on the situation, though the statue seemed to revert back to what it should have been, one dedicated to the God Emperor. That was...peculiar, but not completely foreign. The warp was deceitful and tricky when not properly controlled, and he lowered the shotgun from aimed to a low ready, scanning the surroundings carefully, looking for the slightest thing out of place or otherwise wrong. He'd rely on gut instinct as well if it came up, though he much preferred trying to pick out trouble on a ship. Urban wasn't too bad, though this was a far cry from working through a hiveworld or the like as well. Moving back away from the statue, he would turn after satisfying himself that he couldn't spot any impending trouble and nodded to the soldier. "Thanks for the cover, mate. Let's regroup and figure things out, that blast probably spooked anyone too stupid to run from the sound of us touching down."

 Moving back, while continuing to do regular glances around, waiting for the sudden crack of weapons fire to finally open up after the explosion, he moved to the rest of the group, offset enough to hopefully avoid clustering up into a nice, juicy grenade target. Seems that Celeste was alright, her armor soaking most of the blast, though the comms seemed to have indicated her systems fluctuated. Might want to get that checked, he thought, but didn't say it out loud. Though once she was done addressing the psyker, he chimed in, turning to scan while he spoke to the Celestian. "You were closest, but my gut says that was meant for lighter targets. Smiles foiled that one, but given what it did to you, would have wrapped me around a tree. No doubt there's eyes on us, but I have a feeling there was an expectation that would be enough. Now that I said it, watch, they'll open up..."


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Age: 18
Archon of:Fire

Original art of Fuma. Feel free to ask questions, I'll have more art to post as the story progresses.

Physical Attributes
Apearance:
Fuma is 5 foot 8 inches, a bit lanky despite his smallish stature. He is a bit younger than the others, but his countenance is a mystery.
 Fuma wears a mask with three black bars on his chin, and big double circles for his eyes. The white background remains blank, and the mask itself is extremely hard. No one is sure of it's material, but it never comes off. It's odd ways allow him to eat and breathe just fine, and it remains a mystery of how this is possible. Duma can even convey emotions through expression, as the mask's markings change with his facial gestures.
 (I'm an artist so I wouldn't mind posting some character sketches of him).
Physical Strengths:
He could easily lift Maya, but probably not Marcus. Despite his small build he can move quite fast. His pain threshold is inhumanly high, for some reason.
Physical Weaknesses:
Fuma is prone to having tight lungs, his chest burns if he runs too much. His speed doesn't lack power or skill, but accuracy tends to be a bit of a problem... His greatest weakness is probably how ticklish he is.

Mental Attributes
Personality:
 Fuma is your typical angsty teen. Lovable, frustrating, and most of all... strong willed. He likes to laugh off his pain with a joke and a brave smile, sacrificing his own feelings to keep those around him smiling and motivated. This of course can effectively work against him. One may feel as if they know him inside and out, only to find that he's a deeper mystery than before. Kids, right?
 His attachments to comrades do run deep however, despite what it may seem.
Likes:
 Fuma likes cherries, puns, and flying any kind of aircraft within his reach. He likes to flirt, but it's just a front. He likes to be protected, but not so much that he can't return the favor.
Dislikes:
 He doesn't like his orange hair, liars. He DESPISES anyone who mistreats others, so his sense of justice is delicate. He also dislikes being discriminated according to his age. Being useless, forgotten, or discarded.
Phobias:
 Losing his mask. The majority of Fuma's frequent nightmares stem from his mask. It cracking, falling off, being taken, or simply disintegrating. His mask is like a safety wall, in many* ways.
 He also fears losing a comrade due to his own lack of strength. Fuma's personality leans very much toward self loathing, but he'll never tell you that.

Background
 Fuma has lost his memory. He understands that he is different, but he isn't sure why. He prefers to brood on these questions at night when he should be sleeping, and in his dreams when his broken memories form into new unseen horrors. Fuma recognizes the violent murders of his parents, but the shadowy their of his childhood remains unknown, and he continues to ignore it.
 When he wasn't drowning in the void that amnesia brings, Fuma continued the ritual of maintaining his training and wearing his mask. Sometimes, he noticed, it refused come off against his will. This brought to life fragmented memories of his childhood, scratching and pulling at the mask...
 Without proper memory and timelines, it's hard to establish an effective background. I suppose one could assume that his background is what you see. His personality, his emotions, and his determination.

Combat Information
Typical form of combat:
Being the archon of fire, Fuma can perform close and long range styles of combat. The personal nature of his style tend to leave vivid imprints on his mental health, being a youngster, so he prefers* long range.
Preferred Team Role:
Any sort of airstrike is welcome in Fuma's book, and he is impeccable backup. His ability to read a fight is innate.
Weapon:
Fuma carries a thick black sword, two-handed or single-handed. This sword is broad enough to act as a shield, but long enough to maintain grace and balance. The capabilities of the sword remain to be seen...
Unique Equipment:
Mask/Shadow Cloak (cloak is more of his angsty tendencies bubbling up)

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Relief flooded Maya's senses, followed by an immense wave of joy, as she reunited with her beloved beau. Balanced on the tips of her toes, she wordlessly greeted Paul with her silky lips. The duo had been through the ringer together. Side by side, they trained for months, embarked on countless missions, and ultimately fought back-to-back in the "final" battle. In stark contrast to Maya's royal upbringing, Paul was a cheeky buccaneer with a morally questionable background. Despite their differences, the pair had quickly kindled a relationship. Just as a pirate is drawn to the sea, the Archon of Time was drawn to the Archon of Water (and vice versa).

 Lost in the fabric of time, the two remained entranced with each other until Paul finally pulled away. Maya moved a hand to his face, gently brushing her thumb against his cheekbone. Her teary aquamarine eyes scanned his countenance as she caressed a scar that trailed down his cheek. The Archon looked as though he had aged a decade, yet he was more handsome than ever. Flushed and glowing, Maya smiled. Everything was going to be alright. Or at least that was how she felt until she noticed the stream of crimson trickling down from Paul's nose.

 "No, no, no," Maya blubbered as she watched Paul's knees buckle beneath him. Blood bubbled from his mouth, frothing into a pinkish foam. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

You could have caught him, you know, her guardian quipped. Maya stood there with her face contorted by sheer horror.

 "Don't need your sass right now, Andromeda," she yelled aloud. Maya dropped to her knees beside him. Quickly, she positioned the Archon of Time on his side so that he wouldn't choke on his own fluids. Bright red splotches formed on Maya's cloak as more blood spilled from his nose and mouth.

The Archon of Water whipped around to face Marcus, "Help me get him to the medbay. Now."

[Assistant]
The government office is not as heavily protected as compared to corporate buildings. After the advent of extraterritoriality, local governments often found themselves with less resources then the corporations that controlled the streets. Even the little security this building had was hired from Ares Macrotechnology, one of the biggest megacorps in the area. Of course, it was pretty minimal, to say the least. There was little of value in a building like this. Which is exactly why Derek dropped into the hallway from a rooftop skylight with no resistance.

Derek spent a few seconds to reload his glider back into his pack. Having it out in a building would just slow him down. He got a look at a nearby directory. The freelance files would be found in one of the few areas of the building with a moderate amount of security. The few people left with skill to compete between the megacorps were a valuable asset, and actually had some of the few economic protections left for small entrepreneurs. His father had been one of these, sought out to temporarily aid various R&D departments. Assuming that the idiots at Ares hadn't changed the security, Derek knew exactly how to get to the files.

Derek silently moved through the hallway to the data vaults. A few patrolmen moved through the halls, but they were clearly sleep deprived. If this wasn't just a local record building, he would have been sure this was a setup. It might still be, but it seemed someone would want to ambush him at the target's location, not here. The door to the record room did have a card lock, but it was an older model. Nothing a trusty hack-tool couldn't hard-wire. Taking a quick peek through the opening, Derek slipped inside.

Derek pulled out a PDA as he reached the computer. He only ever really used it to take data from computers like this, as he didn't enjoy being tracked through technology. Plugging into the database's port, Derek went looking for his father's files. It didn't take to long before he found what little was left. To be fair, there was still a good amount, but Derek's father apparently shared his philosophy on technology to a lesser extent. Copying the files this his PDA, Derek flipped through to see where the Gemini Pistols might be located. Turns out they had been bought in a corporate auction by Rashin Industries. Derek frowned. While they styled themselves as an energy company, anyone who knew about the dark side of megacorps knew they also dabbled in more "morally ambiguous" research. Weapons tech, bio engineering; if they could profit, they worked on it.

There was only one big Rashin R&D lab in the city. Trouble was, it was also one of the most well defended in the country. This was going to need some prep work. As Derek gathered his things to make his getaway, he froze. Something sounded like footsteps behind him. Derek slowly slipped his hand to his silenced 9mm, as he attempted to act natural. Suddenly, he whirled around, aiming his gun at whatever might have made the noise.

The room was empty.

Taking another sweep of the room, Derek doubled his efforts. It was time to leave, one way or the other. It only took a few more seconds for him to close down the database, and begin to make his escape.

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A boy rides his motorcycle through back roads, under a black sky. He has collected important information concerning the future movements of a deadly enemy, and is making the risky journey back to headquarters.

 "Radio, am I free and clear?" He mutters into his dark helmet.

Nothing.

Still nothing.

 "Radio? You there?"

 That's troubling... She never skips a shift.

The armored rider gears up his bike despite the increasingly pained hum it emits. It's risky, but if the engine is already this loud, there's no point in hiding in the back roads. He busts a right turn and skids on to main road, his bike glinting periodically under the flickering street lights. It's an abandoned city, one he has passed through many times. The battlefield is a haunted remnant of a destroyed civilization, a modern, thriving civilization. He doesn't really inquire about it, but occasionally the thought crosses his mind about what may have resided there in the recent past.

At any rate, the skeletal remains of the city make for excellent cover, and all the same for the enemy. But why should he care? He doesn't even want to be fighting this war.

The faint light leading towards the headquarters appears and he guides his motorcycle toward it, gearing down quietly. He rolls into the hangar, his bike phasing through the armored door with it's shield. It's a bit busy, and he spots Fuma's bright orange hair easily. He swings his leg over the seat and pulls off his helmet, sore muscles making him fully aware of his numb gluteus maximus.

 "Fumaaaaa I'm back for debriefing."

[Assistant]
Fuma spots his good friend Rai and lets out his breath slightly. He felt relieved. It had been a long double shift for a rider of Rai's level. Fuma trots over to his station and slaps Rai briskly.

 "Your ass is sore isn't it, I bet that hurt." He smirks at Rai who is angrily grimacing.

 "Haaaaaa thanks man, yes it is. It's too quiet out there." Rai gives Fuma an annoyed look, but grins his white smile flashing those unnatural fangs. Fuma has always thought they were kind of weird but also cool.

He was slightly jealous of them.

 "Does the darkness whisper to you? Lets hope so, I haven't been able to read manga lately, Radio is being so stingy. I need something interesting." Fuma's mask smirks again, but Rai can tell he's exhausted and most likely tired.

 "Let's debrief a little later alright? I really need a break."

 "Okay alright I see how it is, you're too tired for me, I get it. I'm a nonentity after all, sigh, I guess I'll just go. Keep your chin up Rai. We're doing a good thing here remember." Grins at Rai, remembering the valiant origins of this rebellion. Fuma realizes the risk and the ever-hovering darkness in this dimension. It haunts his fighters, so he always tries to cheer them up by acting like a goof ball and be sarcastic.

 In the recent past, a new growing syndicate of warlike association had decided to attack the 3rd syndicate. To conquer was their purpose, as they had already conquered several others. However, in these exploits many of their pawns had been lost as cannon fodder, sent to die on suicide runs and recklessly destroyed. This created a need for man power, and the foundling 12th syndicate was their source. This unnamed, unestablished War syndicate invaded the 12th, and robbed it of their children. They were enslaved and indoctrinated into foreign ways, supernaturally kept alive after death in the form of a Shadow. This boy, by the given name "Rai", is one of these children. Despite the harsh change, and the destructive nature of the War syndicate, these children's hearts burned. They burned for freedom... for peace... and for their own identity. Rising up among them came a revolutionary, a young man by the name of Fuma. He was different... His soul burned with a light unfaltering, and he united the Shadow Children, like Rai. Soon they grew stronger and learned the War syndicates weaknesses, their plans. The revolt began in the early hours of the morning... Fuma signaled and sabotage ensued. Despite the betrayal of a close conspirator, it succeeded, and the Shadow children took what was left of them and receded into the wasteland of the alternate dimension in which these wars take place. There they continued train and foster their camaraderie, and to sabotage the War syndicate. Here they remain, slowly attacking again and again through guerrilla warfare, a tired war of thoughtful attrition.

 It's serious business.


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Male

Human Appearance

Personality: He is very cool headed, rarely letting people see how he feels. The only time he has ever shown his emotions was when he trusted someone or when something did not align with his morality. He hated injustice, which led to his issues with both the marines and pirates alike.

Mistuki was born to a very well known marine commander who raised to the rank of Admiral at a young age. As such, he was trained harshly from a tender age. While it was basically going through hell, he did grow to be a powerful fighter in his own right. He tested himself constantly on common ruffians around the capital on the Grand Line. They were scum that not even the marines would care to put their attention to. However, this time also opened his eyes to the evils of the world, watching how the Tenryubito treated the common man. It was sickening and he couldn't stand it. He learned to keep his emotions contained at a young age due to this.

He was given many chances to prove himself by his father, but it never seemed good enough for the man. He refused to show his true talent to the man, though, already abhorring the government's way of doing things. This even went to the point where he secretly gained a Devil's Fruit to consume. He would train secretly with it, refusing to show his father or other marines the talent it gave him.

Despite his misgivings, Mitsuki joined the marines and he fought against pirates for years, never wishing to stand out. His father hated this, watching him throw his chances away to let others gain the glory. In the end, the admiral decided to give his son a last ditch effort to prove himself. He took him to witness the strength of an admiral on a lesser well known island that one of the Shichibukai had discovered. The Island of Dragons.

It was decided that this island was to be sacrificed for a very powerful Devil's Fruit. It was originally open for discussion, but a dragon foolishly struck at his father and was murdered as an response. What followed...was a massacre.

Mitsuki could only watch as his father and the Warlord destroyed this island in search of the Devil's Fruit. Upon returning to the capital, never even laying eyes on the captive his father had taken, the boy stole a marine ship and left. He had learned to sail on his own as part of the marines. This, of course, did not go unnoticed. Not that it mattered. The boy dumped the ship at the first place he could land, scrapping the entire ship and buying a new, smaller one. He left the Grand Line, using tricks he had learned from the marines to pass the Calm Belt and eventually came to find himself in North Blue.

There, he settled down, training himself as he decided to look for a crew. He hated the injustice. His best chances at facing this injustice was the life of a pirate. On the open sea, challenging the marines, but also the other pirates that wished to throw the world into chaos.

Steeling himself for the journey, he set out once again, stopping at islands to look for worthy men to join him in his endeavors.

Fruit: Tora Tora no Mi, Type: Byakko (Legendary Zoan Type)

Powers: Partial Transformation; he can transform parts of his body into that of a white tiger. He is unable to control this well and, thus, can only transform a single part of himself at the moment.

Increased senses; given the senses of a tiger, he is able to see, smell, and hear great distances

Increased physical capabilities; given the prowess and strength of a tiger

Berserk; given that this is a very powerful ability, Mitsuki cannot fully control it. As such, whenever his emotions get out of hand, he loses himself in his rage. A great increase to his strength and abilities are granted to him, but he loses all control of himself and cannot differentiate friend from foe.

[User]
Mitsuki didn't respond to Hibiki. Not immediately. This was where he wanted him. The sharpshooter might be good, but Mitsuki's senses were superior. He would deal with the immediate threat first. Then Hibiki would be defenseless at close range.

However, he already recognized these two. Will was hot headed. Especially when it came to Hibiki. He could use that.

Stepping to the side, his own sword lashed out, deflecting it away from his body. He made no move to get around him, though. Instead, he adjusted his wrist and brought the hilt forward, aiming for the man's nose.

If that succeeded or failed, the swordsman still began talking. "Nice of you to let your weaker companion flee to higher ground. I didn't know you required a sniper to win a sword duel, though. I guess Commander is the right spot for you."

~ ~ ~

Baku grit his teeth at the sight of this boy withstanding his first assault. However, while that was impressive on its own, the boy's words suggested differently. Ryu didn't know how to use his powers properly yet. He was still green.

An idea formed in his head at that moment. He brought the cannon up, but in the same motion, brought it around to slam into Ryu's side. He wasn't fighting back with strength. Without the ground bracing him, that blow should throw him into the nearby building if it should hit.

[Assistant]
Will's blade met Mitsuki's and it was deflected to the side. However, he swordsman was quick to right himself and return to his ready position, holding the sword's hilt downward and the blade slightly to the side. He was then at the ready for the blow Mitsuki attempted to strike, backing away from the blade, avoiding it completely. He moved as though to lunge back in again...but hesitated. His reaction to Mitsuki's taunt was immediate. His expression shifted from one of perfect concentration to anger, brow furrowing and his mouth twisting into a slight frown.

"I don't-!" he started, but was cut off by another gunshot from behind him.

During the brief struggle, Hibiki had quickly lined up another shot, unleashing a bullet toward the center of his skull.

---

Ryu quickly realized that he might have needed to keep his words to himself. He had just been so relieved by the results of his quick, on the spot experiment that he had momentarily let his guard down. but once the Marine finally lifted the cannon off of his arms, he was finally able to move again. However, the Captain did not take a break in his movements. The cannon that was raised was suddenly pulled around and swung at his side.

Even from the brief moment he had to see it coming, he was able to realize what would happen if that attack scored a direct hit. He would no doubt be launched to the side and slammed into some of the nearby buildings. While his armor had protected him from the brunt of an overhead swing, it would not work quite as well if his opponent were able to actually follow his swing through all the way, especially without the ground to brace against.

He could only dodge this attack.

Ryu allowed his scales to vanish, transforming back into his normal, human skin. As soon as his armor was gone, he immediately performed another transformation. This time, however, he focused his attention on his right leg. Crimson scales formed around it as his lower leg transformed into the leg of his dragon form. A form that had more power in it. He lifted his left leg and kicked off of the ground with his stronger right. Thanks to the extra strength, he was able to leap upward, barely clearing the cannon's swing in time. At the same time...he realized that an opportunity also presented itself.

His leg quickly reverted back to its original state once more. In its place, his lower back began to change color. He focused his mind on the base of his spine...and soon, a new appendage began to appear. A thick, crimson tail appeared behind him.

With that, he quickly tried to spin in the air, attempting to swing his tail around in an attempt to smash it into Captain Baku's face, hoping to at least inflict some kind of damage....

[User]
Mitsuki swayed to the side, letting the bullet sail harmlessly past him. His sword flashed up again, batting Will's to the side with a surprising show of strength. He twisted quickly in the same moment, grabbing for Will's wrist. If successful, he would twist it back, bringing it behind his back as he finished his sidestep. It would take Hibiki a moment to reload. Now, though, Mitsuki was between the sharpshooter and the swordsman, a tight grip on the latter's wrist. There was enough time to continue his taunt. "Case and point," he said softly, pulling in closer to the swordsman. "You aren't skilled enough to handle me. So you need to rely on that coward hindering me. You lack honor as a swordsman. I'm ashamed to share the same craft with you."

By now, the rifle should be reloaded, using a standard Marine's rifle as a point of reference. Regardless, the moment he would hear the next crack from the gun, he would fall back, hitting the ground and rolling away into a crouch. If timed correctly and pulled off, the bullet should be cutting through the space he had been occupying a moment before, right behind Will.

~ ~ ~

A loud crash boomed as the tail struck Baku's face. He collapsed to one knee, but his free arm took advantage of this moment. Reaching up, his arm wrapped around the scaled appendage. He tightened his grip, using his superior strength to hold the boy still and drag him back into the ground by force. The Captain ignored the bent form his nose had taken or the blood spewing from it, focusing entirely on wrestling the dragon boy down.

[Assistant]
The Marine's eyes widened as his attention was grabbed by the man in front of him once again. His blade was easily batted to the side, demonstrating a clear difference in power that even he would have a difficult time denying. He hadn't felt somebody knock his blade away this casually since Captain Baku himself. But before he could even concentrate on that thought for even the briefest of moments, he felt a powerful grip grasp his wrist and he quickly realized that Mitsuki had closed the distance even further in that brief moment of distraction. He was incapable of even uttering an exclamation of confusion before Mitsuki pulled his arm behind his back, causing his eyes to go wide with shock.

His target was right where he wanted him. Hibiki was quickly reloading his gun as fast as humanly possible. 'Damn these rifles for taking so long...' he growled to himself in his mind. He had the perfect shot lined up, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had to take all this time to reload, despite his clear shot. But he soon had his rifle reloaded and it was raised back up to his shoulder and he lowered his eye once more, readying to take aim with his now-loaded weapon.

"You're dead!" he shouted before the explosion sounded that symbolized his gunshot going off, aimed down toward Mitsuki's back.

"How dare a criminal like you say that I have no honor!?" Will growled back, wincing slightly in pain from the arm pulled behind his back. You're the one who-" However, he was cut off by Hibiki's sudden exclamation. His eyes widened slightly, realizing just what was about to happen. "Hibi-!" but he was cut off once again. This time by the bullet his comrade had launched. As Mitsuki rolled away to safety, Will's arm had been released, but it was too late. The shot that rang out pierced through his back, causing his eyes to widen and his weapon to be involuntarily dropped from his hand. "You...idiot...." he growled lowly as his body fell forward, collapsing to the ground as his blood began to drip from the new wound in his back.

Hibiki, meanwhile, stood frozen in place, his gun in the same spot it had been when his shot was fired. He didn't need to be told his mistake. And he was clearly somewhat shaken by just who he had ended up shooting instead.

---

Ryu was actually rather surprised his blow managed to land as easily as it had. He smiled a bit to himself, pleased with the results. He had acted quickly and without much thought, but it had turned out for the best. And now, he could press the advantage and continue his attack!

...Or so he thought. Before he could do anything more, he felt something grasp his tail with a firm grip. And before he could even utter a cry of surprise, he felt himself getting pulled through the air. His back crashed down heavily onto the ground, causing him to let out a gasp of pain while he laid sprawled on the ground at the Marine Captain's feet. He stared up toward the Captain, his eyes widening when he saw the condition of his face.

'He just took a strike like that and powered through it to do this...? Th-that's crazy...! What is this guy made of...!?' he thought to himself. This was going to be even more difficult than he thought, it seemed....