[System]
* Age: 20
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: "Hmph. Just wait and see what this witch can do." A very petite girl, easily mistaken for a child even on close examination. She resents this.
* Abilities: A highly capable witch, from a bloodline of magic users lasting back to the ancient king's times. Fio's catalyst is a sword, with a slender and elegant blade and a blue and gold hilt. She cannot fight reliably with it, but it is an excellent catalyst for casting spells all the same. Her chief method of offense is the conjuration of Phantom Swords, though she can use other forms of magic she favors Phantom Swords for her most direct and powerful method of dealing damage, as the Phantom Swords have considerable armor-piercing capabilities even in their base state when fired as projectiles. Her personal durability is quite low, and thus Fio also has capability in barrier spells in order to protect herself from being harmed. By casting a spell and attaching modifiers to it(such as summoning a number of Phantom Swords then adding commands to repeat the process to add more swords) she can alter it or increase its effects.
Additionally, she possesses three doll familiars. These familiars are intelligent and have their own personalities, feelings, and specialities.
* History: Fio's family has practiced magic for a considerable amount of time. It is said that she is descended from a court mage of the Ancient King, and her sword catalyst was a gift to her ancestor that has been passed down through the generations to her. Living in a secluded place, a small but remarkably cozy home, she swiftly gained a reputation as a witch due to her rather irritable interactions with travelers and her rather obvious usage of magic. Given her unique usage of a sword as her catalyst, she has been called both the Sword Witch. Needless to say, given her family history, it was only obvious that she would come to accompany one claiming to be a reincarnation of the King, if only out of curiosity. Can she really be what she claims to be?
* Anything else: Fio is a rather irritable girl who does not tolerate foolishness. While she hates being mistaken for a child, she has childish mannerisms such as a love of sweet things and a fascination with dolls and small, cute animals. Regardless, she is still a capable practioner of magic and will quickly remind anyone in doubt over her abilities of that fact. Personally, she is not at all certain if Sorcha is what she claims to be. Rather, she desires to find that out for herself, her curiosity being the main reason for her presence to begin with. While her irritable personality can make her rather grating to be around, she does not take alliances lightly and possesses a deep hatred for those who would betray the trust of others.

[User]
"Well, Sucaria, I don't want to set traveling again without proper rest. What say we spend the night here with the elves and set out at first light?" Luna asked her maid. As much as she would prefer to set the maid's mind at ease, while she healed from these wounds, she didn't quite want to set out with no rest. "If it makes you feel better, you can stay close tonight in case something happens." With that, Luna had made up her mind and the two would head back to Sarah and the elves.

"Would you all mind if we rested here with you all for the night before heading out then? I think I could join in on the storytelling bit though I think I might need to hold off on the drink." Luna mentioned, wanting to stay fully sober to put Sucaria at ease. Luna grinned a small bit, "I have plenty of my own to tell, though I don't know how they'll compare to your own." It was almost as much a challenge as it was an admittance.

[Assistant]
Still clutching the pillow tightly to her slim, petite frame, Fio didn't move to prevent Sir Vyrell's departure, instead glaring at a space on the wall irritably as she lay on the bed.

That stupid, stupid Sorcha.

After all that effort she put in, she couldn't even be here...

Under most circumstances, Fio Fan Falisse would never have considered ever falling asleep in Sorcha's bed. Doing so was tantamount to surrender. To allowing all sorts of misfortune to befall her.

It was, to put it simply, placing herself in needless danger.

However, the exhaustion that had overtaken her after the experience in Cethlann's dream was impossible to ignore. As she gripped the pillow tighter, her eyelids began to grow heavier, dropping as her glare became less focused. Indeed, it seemed everything was catching up to the Sword Witch as she lay on the Queen's exquisitely, extremely comfortable bed.

Her resistance to falling asleep was rapidly crumbling.

At least, until something cut through her exhaustion.

She caught sight of the tiny figure fluttering through the window, commenting to herself entirely obliviously as she fluttered over to the plates. Trash queen. Prank.

Fio was certainly angry with Sorcha, but at the same time she was in her service.

This was a matter of pride.

"Sura, spectral swords. Bar the exit."

The blade shimmered into view, and with a wave the window was promptly blocked by the glowing blue form of multiple blades interlocking to create a barrier.

"A prank, unseelie? You were going to prank her?" she commented, placing the pillow to the side and rising to her fee.

Perfect. There was no escape from the room, and she had someone to take her frustration out on.

Someone who unquestionably deserved it.

"I think you're the one who invited a little bit of pranking."

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Location:
Nids End

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The elves were busy carousing, one was dancing a rather entrancing, flowing dance around the flames and Sarah was busy regaling the elves of the tale of some far off battle with a demon. A ferocious battle, where all she had was the great shield she was carrying, and the well wishing and training of her teacher that left shortly before.

She was mid sentence when Luna returned with Sucaria.

"Oh? By all means, having someone else familiar with these lands telling stories would be appreciated!" Sarah replied with a friendly grin. "Come on, you start then. I can finish mine later." Sucaria would stand pensively next to Luna, seemingly still uncomfortable but acquiescing to Luna's commands. Curiously the cyclopean fomorian could be caught casting a few glances towards the maid, but he didn't seem to say much or do anything aside from join the elves in their carousing, challenging a few of the elves to arm wrestling contests or other shows of strength.

Eventually though, as the night wore on the elves would turn in one by one. Sarah was completely smashed by the end of the night as they say, and had at various points in the festivities ended up leaning and falling on Luna, earning more than a few cool glares from the maid before said maid also helped carrying her off to her tent to prevent further incidents.

It was in the middle of the night, after Luna and everyone had fallen asleep would Luna be woken by a somewhat familiar voice.

"Oi, human. Get up." It was the fomorian. He was leaning against a rock wall, seemingly sharpening a few sticks of large pieces of wood into spears. "I'll smack ye if I have too, on yer feet. That maid of yours needs some help." He'd gruffly reply. "Elder Beast out there's being ornery tonight. Her fomor blood is listening."

It was true, Sucaria didn't seem to be anywhere. Up on the hill at the top of the rocky shoreline she could see little motes of yellowish light over it.

Location:
Hjrelskins Fall, Forest
Paladin@BrokenPromise

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Elnith deftly avoided the slow, cumbersome tree, having been a distance from it to start with made it easy for her to avoid most of the blow as she'd avoid the hefty blow. Lugh fared slightly worse, being knocked on his feet from the impact and tumbling across the ground a bit…and giving the little Unseelie the perfect opportunity to swarm him.

"Aw, they wanna be new friends!"

"Garden~garden~"

"Cut and prune the flowers~"

"Until they are done~"

Lugh growled, quickly rolling along the ground, avoiding one of the creature's claws and jumping to his feet, but one leaped into the air and latched around his head and neck, proceeding to viciously claw and rip at his hair and head. The tree would slowly try setting up from where it had fallen - only for Luana to grab it with her hands and proceed to well, quite effectively peck it.

"Ah~ah! Oh that tickles!" The tree giggled as Luana's head viciously began hollowing a hole in the tree's bark. "Oh, but…I don't think its ready! I'm a tree! Still a tree! Can't be something else!" Luana would feel the branches wrap around her, swiftly yanking her off of the tree and tossing her away, and towards a group of the ravenous little plants.

There was however, now a fairly deep, sizable hole in the tree's bark. Green sap was leaking from its body now, and the tree would turn its attention towards Ethelred and Elnith, the initial crack had almost completely extended from the creatures base to its top, along with the hole, the thing was nearly falling apart. Some of the things roots were still trying to pry itself apart, for some reason, but it also had significantly slowed down.

"No you don't!" Elnith swung her sword, the blade bonking the one trying to get Lugh off and sending it to the ground, earning a huff from the youth and a thankful nod. His face was pretty badly scratched, but otherwise he seemed fine. "Any ideas, Ethelred?"

"I'll carry an axe next time." Lugh commented, readying his own weapon. They likely needed to finish this fairly quick or find a way to deal with the small pixies before they were overwhelmed entirely.

Queens Quarters

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"Okyaaa?!" The little fairy immediately did a 180, wings fluttering in a panic as she'd shout in surprise, somehow, having been completely oblivious to Fio. She initially seemed like she was ready to bolt, but upon seeing the diminutive witch, the Fairy's posture relaxed slightly, a look of mild annoyance forming on her face before her mouth turned upwards into a grin.

"Ahaha, its a human child." She'd laugh. "A teeny tiny itsy bitsy human child! Ahaha, like I'm scared of a pint sized child that's barely bigger than me!" The pixie derisively cackled. "For annoying me, I'll guess I'll curse you instead!"

The pixie raised her warped, twisted hand. She was certainly building up magic, though Fio couldn't say what for. In fact, she could barely detect any magic at all! Was it because the fairy was too powerful for her to feel? No, in fact, it was quite the opposite.

This fairy, was so incredibly weak she'd barely be a threat to anyone. The curse would probably be an inconvenience at best for a few minutes, whatever it was if she was allowed to finish.

[Assistant]
". . ."

She was tired. She was already irritated.

That was enough to make this stupid little fairy's intrusion even more aggravating then it would have been otherwise.

But then the useelie opened her brainless little mouth.

And she spoke.

And the words she said...

Had she come here with a desire for punishment? Was this unseelie a twisted mashochist who wanted to suffer? Perhaps that explained her behavior.

Fio's left eye twitched as she watched the utterly pathetic display of the fae's attempt to curse her. She could barely even detect it, it was such a weak buildup of magic that it might not have even existed. What was it going to do? Turn the tips of her hair purple? Give her a minor cough?

Whatever the case, she wasn't about to give this idiot the satisfaction of a successful curse.

"Moonlit Shine," she said, in a casual, noncommittal manner as she put only the barest amount of mana into applying a ward to herself. It wasn't necessary, really, given how weak the curse would almost certainly be, but it was a perfect demonstration of the distance between the two of them.

The only sign it had been cast was a brief blue-white light that flowed across Fio's body, before she simply reached out to grab the unseelie from the air.

"A child? That's what you called me. A child," she said, wrapping her slender fingers tightly around the tiny fae's small body, "You're not talking to a child, you total idiot!"

Placing her free hand to her chest, Fio continued.

"I am Fio Fan Falisse, and I am going to make you remember that name, you brainless little moron! You absolute fool. Maybe you secretly wanted to be be punished, and that's why you came here?!"

As she spoke, her free hand left her chest and sharply prodded the unseelie's cheek. By this point, the seething fire within her heart had completely overpowered her physical exhaustion. The Sword Witch was utterly livid. This stupid unseelie came here first intending to curse the Queen and then her, and yet she was that week? She was that utterly stupid? And so dumb she thought she was a child on top of that?

She was perfectly mature! Perfectly adult! Who would ever make that mistake!? Only an idiot! That's just how stupid this unseelie was!

"I have not had the best day recently, and lo and behold, a pathetic little ignoramus whose magical power is so low she couldn't curse a frog has decided to volunteer herself to help me let my stress out! If she's stupid enough to call me a child, I can't tell if it's idiocy or masochism that made her decide to help out!"


[System]
Profession: Pilot
Age: 22

Appearance:

Personality:

I cling on to the ghosts of the past. I wrap myself so deeply into the illusion I have weaved around myself that it has become who I really am. This is me....perhaps it has always been me.

Morgan is the quintessential joker and flirt. Brash and cocky, when he is not on duty he can be seen losing himself behind the latest cocktail or alcoholic drink. Either that or bedding someone else on the station or planet that he takes his leave on. Irreverent, arrogant and seemingly devoid of scruples and generally just not giving a damn, Morgan is the ultimate source of frustration to his superiors and his poor, long suffering partner. If he wasn't so damn good at what he did, he would have been excised long ago from the space corps.

This is who he is.......perhaps.

The truth is something different. A man besieged with his own insecurities, believing himself to be nothing more than a failure, Morgan carries with him the ghosts of a past that he cannot truly rid himself off. He believes himself to be in over his head — and that it is nothing more than a matter of time before the truth is realised and he is exposed for the fraud that he truly is.

Morgan is haunted by the sight of a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes...looking up to him as her life slowly faded away from her. Holding her hand because for that moment, for that one moment in his life, he was powerless to do anything.....powerless to save the girl that he loved with all of his heart and soul.

It is something that is eating away at him slowly from the inside.

Morgan is afraid. Of friendship. Of companionship. Of commitment. He is frightened to love again, or to believe in anything, because if he does.....if he loses someone he cares for deeply again.....it will kill him.

It was.....is far easier to drink his troubles away. Carve another notch on that bedpost.

It allowed him to forget.

Background:

Her name was Vanna. She was the best of us, of all of us. She was better than I deserved. Now, and certainly then. Sometimes I still see her. In my sleep, in my dreams. It is the only way we can ever see each other again.

Born the son of a long line of pilots in the space corps, from an early age, it was believed that Morgan would follow in the footsteps of his parents, and indeed he did.

Just not in the way he believed that he would.

Morgan passed every single examination set in front of him by the space corps with ease. He was always the brightest and the best of his class. He was future commander material. When he met his beloved Vanna at the space corps facility and became engaged to her, it seemed his future was bright and there was no mountain that was too high for him to reach.

When it all came crashing down, it came crashing down hard. It happened the night before their wedding.

At one of the finest restaurants on the space station Eclipse, where they had met, and where they had due to be wed, Morgan stood. Taking his bride onto the dance floor, hand in hand, arm in arm, they began to dance to the sound of violins. When the loud bang came, they were all already too late. Vanna slumped forwards, into Morgan's arms.

As he lay her down gently, cradling her, crying for help....as the blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, she looked up to him. She reached up with trembling hand, touched the side of his cheek......

"Carry on.....always....for me. I love you."

They were the last words she ever spoke.

Vanna was given a funeral befitting her, as her coffin was sent out into space, as she would have wanted....

Two years on, Morgan honoured her final wish. Carrying on with his line of duty, he was nevertheless scarred by what had happened. A pale shadow of the man he used to be, where he acts on the surface like a cocky and arrogant braggadocio, the truth is simply that he is a person who is beset by his own insecurities and demons that he cannot truly excise.

He believes himself to be trapped in a situation that is slowly spiralling out of control....

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Major Carver looked at her and nodded.

"Soil samples at the very least. If you can bring me back samples of the local flora and fauna too that would be even better Officer. Do you have any comments of questions Ensign?"

Feeling her eyes bore daggers into him, Morgan smiled slightly. Glancing sideways at her, he gave her a surreptitious wink as he answered, "None here Major. I will see to it that it is done."

Nodding his head, Major Carver glared also at Morgan before his glance softened slightly when looking over towards Beatrice.

"Very well. You are to report back with your findings in three days. Dismissed."

As he turned to leave, walking down the metal walkway, Major Carver's voice trailed after him.

"Ensign Kayler." Stopping, Morgan looked back to the Major.

"Once, you were the best. You aced every single course. Every single exam, you were always the best of them all. Its why you're still here. Its the only reason you're still here. Don't let the past destroy everything you once were Ensign. You won't get another chance than what you have now."

And with those words, Morgan's expression went hard. His eyes stared at Major Carver as the seconds drifted by.....seconds that drifted into a minute. Finally, he nodded his head.

"I'll bear that in mind Major," he said coldly, all hint of laughter and jokes gone now.

Before more could be said, Morgan went down the metal ramp leading to the floor of the hangar.

"Today we will be going out in the EX-128," he said without looking back to Beatrice, his tone now professional and business-like.

Arriving at the small pod, he gestured to it. A round, circular space ship, it wasn't big enough to fit any more than two people inside of it. There was a ramp leading up into the interior of the ship. It was this ramp that Morgan stood in front of.

"The EX-128 is a prototype. It was not built for comfort. It was not built for combat. Its been designed small deliberately," he ran his hand across the shiny grey metal surface. "It can travel at greater speeds than the Galacticus, than any ship you've likely been on before Officer," he said looking back to her with a small smirk.

"When we take off, I'd recommend that you belt up and sit back for the ride," still smirking, he walked up the ramp inside.

Inside the ship, a long corridor leading in from the outside came to a single door separating. Pressing a small circular depression outside the door, an arched hatch opened up with a low hiss. Beyond there were two chambers. The one they stood in was an elongated circular chamber. There were two beds on one side of the chamber, and what looked to be a kitchen area on the other side. The beds were covered with simple, and clinical, white sheets, and the kitchen, for what it was, had one counter on it with what appeared to be a fridge and cooker next to it. They were both metallic. The whole room had a metallic look to it. Grey metal shone everywhere, bright in its pristine cleanliness. The only exception to this were the white covered on the bed.

"There are two rooms in the ship. Like I said, it wasn't built for comfort," Morgan said as he walked into the first room.

"A combined sleeping and dining quarters. Beyond the door there is the cockpit. That is where I will be flying and you'll be navigating."

As his eyes flickered back to her, he nodded his head. "You do know how to navigate don't you Officer?"

Without waiting for an answer, Morgan walked next to and flopped on one of the beds. Turning on his side and looking over to her, his smile turned slightly suggestive as he gazed at her with his dark eyes.

"You know, even though we have two beds, it is possible to fit more than one person on a bed...." he patted the space next to him on the white covers.

A space that suggested that there was, indeed, room for another.

"It gets really cold out there," he said, still looking at her with intent. "Real cold."

[Assistant]
Beatrice mentally noted the answer regarding the samples. When they were dismissed, she turned to leave, but she stopped when she heard the Major address her partner. Curious, she stopped and listened as well. She raised an eyebrow at the words. He was the best? What the heck happened that made him like this now? Whatever it was, it's clearly serious as her partner suddenly went cold.

She decided now wasn't the time to ask such questions as he led the way to the Falcon, or the EX-128. As he spoke, Beatrice took in the details, and started calculating the carrying capacity for the supplies they need without hampering the ship's speed. She lifted a small device and started putting in orders for rations, the device beeping rapidly with every button rapidly pressed.

He got her attention once more when he asked if she could navigate. Was he joking? Of course she could! Navigation was one of the essential topics for Exploration Sciences. However, before she could answer as such, he simply flopped on one of the beds, and....proceeded to start trying to initiate procreation with her.

With a deadpan look and narrowed eyes, Beatrice simply did not answer, and tapped on her device before closing the device. Not long after she finished using the device, rations, supplies, sample containers, and a couple pairs of flannel blankets and PJs appeared in the closet. But that wasn't all that warped into this ship.

Apparently, Beatrice has some sense of humor, because numerous bags of ice warped in, on the bed specifically, and they were uncomfortably close to Morgan. If he wasn't cold before, he most certainly is now.

She then added professionally, "I just warped in the supplies needed to last us for three days. According to my calculations, it should not hamper the speed of this space craft. I believe we are ready to head out,"

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Morgan certainly was not prepared for the appearance of the ice, as it piled onto the bed right next to where he was. He rolled off the bed and back to his feet, shivering as he did so.

So it's like that, is it? She was "one of those types. Never mind, they all thaw eventually.

Raising an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of the supplies, he held his hand on his hips as he shook his head.

"Lets hope that we don't get delayed then Officer," he said with the smallest of smiles.

When she spoke, she spoke with what Morgan liked to call "robotic precision". She was professional, mechanical......devoid of passion or humour. Studying her features, taking in the whole of her, Morgan found himself noting that, while she was certainly extremely pretty, it was the sort of beauty that seemed to be sculpted or manufactured rather than being human. She was, in her manner and demeanour, almost like a robot. He was, for a moment, almost tempted to ask whether or not she was a synth, but finally decided better of it, pushing the thought back again.

Walking the room, taking in its surroundings, Morgan went over to the closet, glancing over the supplies and clothing before nodding his head in an appreciative manner.

"So, Officer, since we're going to be partnering and travelling for a while together why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" Morgan began, flashing her a small smile as he sat down again on the edge of the bed, ignoring the bags of ice as he gazed at her.

"Where are you from Beatrice? Friends, family.....you know the sorts of questions."

The corners of his lips turned up in the slightest of smiles as he added, "Any significant others I should be wary of?"

[Assistant]
Beatrice stared at him when he mentioned delays, and she answered his comment, "Provided we follow protocol perfectly, we should have no delays," She watched him as he looked around and took in the supplies that she ordered. She noted that he nodded approvingly, as well as he should. Her calculations were correct, and she took everything into account. Or at least she thinks she did...

Before the anxiety could creep in, she turned her attention back to the Ensign. She had noted his physical qualities were attractive, and now that she could see his body language, she could see that he was lackadaisical and was not serious in general. How in the world did someone like him become referred to as the best once?

Beatrice listened as he asked his questions, and her eyes became half-lidded at his last question regarding a significant other. She answered him, "No. I do not have time for such tomfoolery," She then continued as she brought up a holographic star map from her watch and as she started pre-planning a course, she continued answering his question, "I am from London. My father is Dr. Marche Briarwood, and my mother is Dr. Melissa Briarwood. Dr. Tessa Briarwood is my older sister, and Dr. Anthony Briarwood is my older brother,"

It was impossible for anybody to not know those names, as they were big names in the science world and made significant contributions to society.


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

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

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fili kept a hold of the reigns, relieved that the princess was able to stay back and let her arm heal. The company traveled a few hours until they arrived at a forested area. Unlike the rest of the foliage, everything within the entry appeared withered and dead. "This forest feels...sick, as if a disease lies upon it", Bilbo was uneasy, and he looked to Gandalf in hopes of him coming up with another route. "Is there no way around?"

Fili wasn't liking the looks of this, either. The woods were dark, and the trees were too close together to allow a horse through such a tight space. Just as Saeril and Kili managed to catch up with them, he glanced to the elder. "This isn't like our forest, is it?", the blonde questioned her lowly, referring to her home and the woods of his childhood.

Gandalf looked back to see the huge black bear watching them, who seems to be making sure that they didn't take the ponies into the forest. "Set the ponies loose", he ordered them. "Let them return to their master. We must travel through on foot. Going around will take twice as long", he spoke as he stepped to examine the entrance to the forest.

Saeril glanced at the forest as Fili asked her about the difference between this one and Fangorn. "A little bit. This one is more denser; heavier, being much longer and taller. Unlike the woods you're used to, you can easily get lost in this one", she's been here, and it was all true. Fili let himself down before he carefully helped Yavanna off the horse.

"A shame to lose such fine beasts", Saeril stated as she dismounted, and helped Kili down. "If only you saw the creatures back in Fangorn", she chuckled at a fonding memory of the Ents, although she hoped her laughter would bring a little light to their upcoming situation. "Mighty things they are", the she-elf sighed as she thought about her home, softly smiling at the creature before her.

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As they arrived at the entrance of the forest. Yavanna looked at the entrance in front of them. Just like Bilbo, she felt uneasy about the forest. She could feel the darkness...the sickness of the forest before them. It was her elvish nature. She was a lover of nature, of forests...of the beauty of Middle Earth. This forest, was nothing like the one she knew back home and grew up exploring. It was dark.

Listening to Saeril, compare Fangorn forest with this one, she smiled softly. "I imagine Fangorn must be beautiful." she said softly. "By the way you describe it, it reminds me of Lothlorien a little. How I loved to explore there." Yavanna smiled at her childhood memories, any time she went to visit her grand-parents.

Kili glanced over at Yavanna, as she brought up a place he was not familiar with. "Is it beautiful there?" he asked her with a smile.
Yavanna nodded "Very much so. It's one of my favorite places...I would often visit, when I was younger. My grandparents, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn rule over those lands." she said with a warm smile on her face. As Fili helped her down, she smiled at him softly...before she gently stroked the Horse's muzzle. "It would not be wise, to bring them into the forest." she said softly. She let her and Fili's horse go back towards it's master.

Kili stood on the ground, beside his God-Mother once she helped him down. It seemed like Gandalf was deep in thought for a while. Before he returned and asked them to not send his horse back.
"You're leaving us?" Yavanna asked, what could make Gandalf rush off in such a hurry? The young Princess did not know, of the conversation he had with her grand-mother back in Rivendell.


[System]
Age: 17
Race: Human
Nationality: Dutch / Japanese

Personality: A starry eyed youth, heart ablaze and hands layered in the callouses of constant work with the spear. She laughs easily and openly, equal parts absent and ignorant to deceit as she goes about her schooling. Enjoys physical challenges, anything she can work on with her hands appeals to her, but she finds herself averse to puzzles and trivia games. Not the brightest of people but tries to compensate with earnestness and effort. Feels a touch of envy for mages who can barely lift a tome weighing more then ten pounds but can summon phantasmal creatures to aid them, but is too consious of hurting their feelings to voice or act upon it.
Backstory:
The de Windt's have a longer history in Japan then they do with their own family name, tracing their line all the way back to the early Dutch who helped crush the Shimabara-Amakusa Rebellion and securing themselves as the sole European power still tolerated in the country till their borders were forced open two centuries later. Relations tensed in the past century given world events, but their connection of the magical side of things made surviving changing times unscathed a more reasonable affair.

The descendent of Dutch merchant marines now stands, ignorant of the blood upon her lineage and with her sights set only upon a bright shining future. As a child she played with sticks, golden hair flying wildly as she chased and was chased by boys from a sleepy countryside village, the glory of a bustling market long since given way to the twilight of after years, where all still lingered neither prospering nor failing. A haven to retire to and the breeding ground of childhood ambitions for something more, the harsh clang of steel and the burn of a wooden shaft twisting against her palms.

The young Lorelai had no word for what she sought, only that she was compelled to push herself hard and long even at the expense of more mundane studies. Times of play gave way to earnest training under the attentive eye of parents, always losing herself amidst a field of sunflowers. Tilling the land for miles with only a hoe, only to carry bags of seed and sowing by hand till her blisters wept and her hands were a mix of caked dirt and weeping scarlet. She laid the groundwork for true martial training with her own hands, surrounding herself in the flowers of her long distant homeland before every knowing the true heft of a weapon in hand.

The nameless conviction carried her far from home, the sunflowers wilting as her gaze turned to the academy of her dreams, where her heart knew she'd be a step closer to fulfillment.

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Battle with Shinzou. 6/7/21
Stats:
END: 71 (B)
STR: 65 (C)
DEX: 60 (B)
AGI: 70 (B)
INT: 5 (F)
WIL: 5 (F)
CHR: 20 (D)
SPT: 35 (D)
LCK: 5 (F)

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Weapons:
Worn Spear-An implement she's trained with for the last two years, knowing it's every groove and how much strain it can take. Carries it with pride and cleans the head habitually even when not used. Can support her own weight vaulting with it even in Composite Armor.
Shatter Star Fragments: Remnants of a magic canceling sword.
Gear:
Composite Armor: An armor made predominantly of leather with added plate along one arm and shoulders for protection without comprimising her agility between and in combat.
Independent:
Spirit Boost- As an Earth Human, Lorelai has a wellspring of inner power waiting to be tapped into. 40% boost to Spirit when over 50. Currently: Inactive.

De Windt Bloodline: Her birthright as a member of the De Windt family cultured over the generations and the events they played part to.

Friend of Tengu: The Tengu feather that is on her will allow her to be identified as a friend of Mt. Kurama Tengu. Ordinarily Tengu are quite pervasive about people, often staying distant, or even hostile at times. As a result of her actions also, a certain Tengu has appeared as a student on campus... This also makes her elligible to learn further Tengu Arts.
Major Skills:
Farmer's Last Resort- The spear has long been the weapon of peasentry, with a low skill barrier to use but a ceiling as distant as the stars above. To call oneself a novice is to stand firm against charging adversaries and hold your spear true. Level: 2 (6pts)

Dieter's Fields-Moving beyond tactics of the peasentry is the true spirit of combat with a spear, understanding the advantage that comes with a greater reach then a sword and learning to use the full range of motion to aspire towards heights most would never consider. Level: 1 (5 pts)

Fujiwara Shinto Exorcism Manuscript Volume 1 - A manuscript detailing standard seals for Shinto style exorcism. It's multi-purpose too being mainly focused on protection and support if it isn't a spell that's for exorcism.2 Points.

Yagyu Shingan-Ryu (Yari Spear). 2 Points.

Major Skill Points Free: 6
Minor Skills:
Iron Flesh- Level: 1 (2 pts)
Indomitable- Level: 1 (2pts)
Follow Up- Level: 2 (4pts)
Dragon Rage- Level: 2 (4pts)
Second Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)
Signature Move: Ride the Wind- Level: 1 (2pts)

Forms:Farmer's Last Resort:
Form One - Forward March
Execution: Lunge forward, thrusting forward with both hands on the spear before returning to starting position.
Principle: The simplest way to attack. Power comes from the force of movement making even frail arms provide lethal force.

Form Two - Shield Wall
Execution: Hold an arm out and across your chest, bracing the spear atop it as though you were holding a shield. Thrust forward, sliding over the arm for a quick jab. Mastery requires using your 'shield' to redirect a misaligned thrust into a true strike as it passed over.
Principle: An aided strike that develops arm strength in thrusts without heavy dependence on personal skill. A foundation in controlling the spear without both hands upon it.

Form Three - Breaching The Wall
Execution: Grasping the spear with both hands and positioning it overhead, thrusting at an angle as though going over a barrier to reach it.
Principle: Trains the arms to support the spear without any aid and cements the users balance.
Dieter's Fields:
Form One - Quench the Thorns
Execution: Performing a standard thrust at such speed so as to look to have not moved. Done with a firm stance rooted to the ground for superior handling.
Principle: The basis for all spear fighting, connecting the stolid base of a Novice to the more fluid Journeyman. Teaches speed and coordination with the spear.

Form Two - Sow the Land
Execution: Perform a wide slash with the spear, shifting hands down a palm length before swinging back around, continueing till they've gone both ways along the shaft.
Principle: Understands a fuller range of motion and acclimates the hand to gripping the spear at any length with reasonable surety.

Form Three - Break the Frost
Execution: A heavy handed swing against a training target that bounces off, rotates fully around the user and transitions into a thrust.
Principle: Introduces power into the techniques and creates a flow between prior forms.

Form Four - Exalt the Harvest
Execution:Steps forward sharply, putting weight on the lead foot as the spear is raised from behind, overhead, and slammed down in a crescent arc.
Principle: An aggressive helm splitter that further develops power based on where the shaft is held to extend or shorten the arc.

Technique:
Ride the Wind: A stationary leap upwards from a crouch, grasping the spear firmly in both hands before driving it downwards tip first as you land upon and stab through an enemy. Lorelai throws the entirety of her being into the attack, sacrificing footing for the added power of crashing upon them.

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Minazuki

Assassination attempt investigation, hrm? Made sense then. And considering the matter of the mask...

"Fine." Otis had suspected as much. It remained a curiosity to him that humans were so eager to segregate themselves from the other sentient races in the world, but perhaps a sense of xenophobia was easier to foster when you only spend time with those similar to one's self. He shrugged off that idea, storing into his mind that Utsumi was lying. That teacher had told them to set up room arrangements for groups of four, without mentioning anything about how those of a more incorporeal slant would not be arriving at their room at all for a sizable portion of the singular week they'd be spending in Kyoto. Even in the absence of any nefarious kidnapping, there was no reason why the training the demons had to undertake meant that they couldn't return to their hotel rooms at night.

Simply put, shit stank bad.

As Ultana offered a suitable distraction for him, Otis drew out a piece of paper and a pencil. He closed his eyes briefly, his exceptional intelligence retrieving the details of that assassin's mask in far greater detail than what his phone's camera could capture, before he drew multiple variations of that same mask from different angles upon the piece of paper. There was a slight pause as the Strigidae's mind raced through any other possible details that seemed unique, but after a while, he stopped and wrote down a simple question instead, before folding the letter in half.

"Utsumi," Otis said, waving the letter towards the man. "If you receive reports, you can send reports. Can you send this to Koyuki?"

Within the letter, the question address to the kitsune was simple: "Where can you buy this, specifically? -Otis"

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Ultana Whelen

As the teacher responded to her requested it almost seemed like she might've not been able to go before he reveals that their teacher Kuuto gave them a permit to enter the library. Though, instead of giving her the talisman she thought was the permit, he had her place her finger on it before something appeared on her hand before disappearing. If she wasn't to be given the talisman, than it appeared to her that the 'permit' might just happen to be what appeared on her hand a second ago. A magical permit?

As the teacher explained, the library happens to be in a familiar location. The shrine where she was able to learn the Overflowing flame technique, the Fujiwara estate. She was confused at first but he later made sense of it that the library was beneath it, underground. Now that she got what she wanted, she thanked the teacher and immediately left the hotel and made her way over to the shrine. Once Ultana reached the Fujiwara shrine, she went up to someone who works at the shrine.

"Hello, my name is Ultana Whelen, I'm here to see the library." She greeted them as she showed them her hand.


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Bio: Nova grew up in a small family of four with her parents and her older brother, Caden. Being the younger child, Nova had to fight to get her way out of Caden's shadow, doing so through sports and physical achivements to set her apart from her family. When Nova was only 13, both her parents were killed in an 'accident' which was cleaned up by the NAIL agency. Both children were taken in where she trained to be a top notch field agent.

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Age: 26
Gender: Male
Description:

Personality Caden is the more tame of the two siblings. He takes his time to thinks things through, analyzing everything he can before making any sorts of decisions. Like his sister, Caden won't let something rest until he knows what he needs to know, however he's much more reserved about the way he goes about things. Caden is also very protective over his little sister, only becoming violent if he feels that she is threatened.
When push comes to shove, Caden knows how to fight well, however he prefers not to. He respects rank over anything else, usually following orders to the letter.

Occupation: NAIL Intelligence Officer
Equipment: * Laptop
* Hand Gun
* Drones: Small, flying drones programmed by Caden for various purposes. They are his eyes and ears in the field while he remains at safe locations. Built to analyze data, most are used to scan and collect data from the field.

A couple are equipped to release a sonic wave similar to that of the Sonic Staff, however it is much weaker. Only strong enough to temporarily disorient an enemy so that the drones can retreat to safety.

Caden has named each of them after anime characters.

Bio: Caden is the elder of the siblings, responsible for his younger, more rambunctious sister. His crowning achievements were academics, high grades and published papers before graduating highschool. Not a fan of competition, Caden tended to avoid contests so most of his awards are known only to the family. His skills were noted by NAIL after their involvement in covering up his parents' deaths. Wanting to train him, Caden refused unless his sister could accompany him, in which both siblings were trained in separate fields as NAIL agents.

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Salty Crab Bar

Three men all wearing your typical attire except for some odd features enter the bar and sit the farthest away anyone which is situated next to the big panel window just as you enter the Crab. They order shots and after a few minutes of subtle looking around one of the men wearing a yellow vest talks.

"You think Orion is going to get them crystals."The one in the vest says with an odd accent.

"Keep your voice down dummy!" One with a Mohawk says.

"Sorry Popback- I mean Tyler."He says back to him.

"You idiot Barry! What if someone hear you!"One with a bald head scolds back.

"Calm down Dan. Now that I think about it nobody here would know what we are talking about anyways." Tyler says to his two colleagues and after a quick pause to look around continues,"I heard Orion has some friends in that agency and the police department and knows exactly where those Eyes are. I talked to him a few hours ago and he told me once he gets them we can be one of the dealers."

The two men smile and Barry chirps back,"When is he getting them?"

Tyler smiles and motions them to move foward as he whispers to them so low that nobody in the whole bar could hear them even if they tried.
"Tonight at that Marathon Chemical Plant. He says that tomorrow a lot of those damn police and agents are going to be dead."

Just as he finishes the shots arrive. "Boys lets celebrate!" He then says with the biggest smile on that Mohawk face as he grabs a shot of whiskey.

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Nova stood completely still, growling with irritation as the man dropped his own smoke bombs to cover his escape. "Is it bad that his escape isn't what's bothering me right now? I mean, honestly... How could you not know that Robin Hood had an accent. He's a character from a folklore originating from medieval England." She sighed, reaching her arm up behind her back and tugging the piece of paper from her clothing. The man might have been secretive in writing the note, however he'd failed in his attempt to attach it to her unnoticed... She had felt the slight pressure of his hand on his way by. The agent read the note, rolled her eyes and crumbled the piece of paper. "I really hate vigilantes. She groaned, throwing a sideways glance at Alexis who had been going on about a dive bar down the street. "Hey, what you do on the job doesn't really concern me as long as you can continue making shots like those. Nova shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, referencing the various shots the woman had taken through out the whole ordeal.

She laughed a little as Agent Chandle began walking away, only to stop short and return to her side. "Sure, why not." Taking the lead Nova approached her bike, pleased to find it had no scratches from the fight. Unclipping her earpiece and stuffing it into a pocket, Nova slipped on her helmet and mounted the large bike. As she waited for Alexis to get herself settled Nova reached into an easily overlooked compartment on the bike, pulling out a spare helmet and holding it where the other agent could reach when she was ready. With her free hand Nova clicked the display on her helmet on, eyes flickering over each of the information quickly before she activated her comms mode. "Caden... Agent Chandle and I are heading out for a drink at a nearby dive. You're welcome to join us if you'd like." She said as she revved the engine to life.

Drinking so early in the day? Caden sighed disapprovingly, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair. Thanks, but I think I'm going to have to pass. There's a rookie-looking detective here who doesn't seem to be getting our knucklehead field agents' hints. I'm going to try sweet talking him into dropping the subject like the other guys. Nova glanced around, spotting the drone and the detective Caden was talking about, nodding to herself. "Good luck with that. He seems like he's going to be a handful." Laughing, Nova pushed the bike into motion, turning it around so that she could leave. "Alright... Well, I'll text you our location just in case you can meet up with us later."

Having finished with Caden, Nova shifted her comms to connect with the spare hemlet so Alexis could hear her clearly. "So, where to?"

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Marvelling at the helmet and the technology inside it, the sudden sound of Nova's voice, unmuffled as she had expected it to be, came clearly through the speakers embedded in the helmet and nearly startled her. Catching her calm she took a moment to think of the fastest route, considering whether Nova would follow normal driving rules now that their mission was over.

"It's actually near the bar, two down from the hotel I was nesting in. You'll know the beauty when you see her." She tapped on Nova's helmet. "Nice kit. If we're on missions a lot can I get a purple one? I like to mimic the Queen."

A few minutes later, after an 'interesting journey' that had reaffirmed Alexis' suspicions that motorbikes were screaming metal death traps, the sniper was stowing the case containing her rifle into the boot of her deep blue BMW M5 Series. Upon arrival she had gestured to her pride and joy, largely to rid herself of the recent motoring experience, with a wide grin.

"See? Told you she was beaut. NAIL sure didn't hold back when I demanded more than they were offering." Truth be told, she would have taken the job even if they had refused her demands as it promised to give her some closure from her experience in the SAS; however, there was no harm in getting some extra perks.

The dive bar itself was quieter than it had been the first time she had caught sight of it, probably people either running away from the nearby combat or towards it. What a perfect example of human nature: curiosity or caution, fight or flight. It was still busy enough inside to not feel like they were being watched as they walked in, others readily stuck into their drinking even at that time of the day. Alexis was about to make a joke to Nova about Americans and then remembered some of the pub crawls she had been on back in Britain, starting before the crack of dawn and going on unto that of the next day. One had been done on cycles, she vaguely remembered. Although the bike she ended up with was different to the one she had set off on.

There were two bar stools next to one another, a rare occurrence as regulars usually fought to claim their favourite spot; arriving at ridiculous hours of the morning to ensure they could drink themselves into oblivion with the comfort of familiarity. Gesturing to the two stools, Alexis took the lead and swung up onto the bar stool before doing that bar-wave, somewhere between a wave and a jock's faux-salute in a cheesy teenage romantic comedy, to get the barman's attention.

"What've you got in the way of whiskey?" She asked, the man raising his eyebrows but not commenting on her taste, stepping to one side and gesturing at the semi-impressive array behind him. "Hmm, you're missing some of the greats, but I'll take two fingers of the Glenfiddich, on the rocks." She gazed at the half-frosted glass in front of her, admiring the gentle yellow tinge of the drink before taking a sip and sighing with relief, relaxation flooding her veins for the first time after the earlier events.

"So, Nova, let's jump straight into it. Robin Hood - snog, marry or avoid?" She had a wide grin on her face, the cold facade of the sniper had fallen away completely; an amused, sly twinkle shining in her eyes instead.

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Nova laughed into her comm, nodding her head. "Sure thing... But I wasn't aware that the Queen was into motorcycle helmets. She joked, rounding the corner sharply. Most of the time Nova forgot that most normal people didn't like to speed through traffic the way she did on a motorcycle, not holding anything back as the bike dipped in and out of traffic on her way to Alexis' car. Slowing to a controlled stop behind the BMW, Nova parked her bike and removed her helmet with a whistle. "Indeed she is. You must have made quite the impression on the higher ups, they don't hand out this kind of stuff to just anyone." As nice as the car was, Nova had a preference to the freedom she felt on the back of a motorcycle. She couldn't possibly ask for anything better. Before the pair departed from their vehicles Nova tucked the spare helmet away in its compartment, picking up her own and balancing in between her arm and her hip.

The place itself was rather cute looking, your run of the mill dive-bar for a city like theirs. She could smell the brandy and whiskey hanging in the air, not an unpleasant scent but not a drink she would usually order herself. Nova scanned the area with her eyes before hopping up onto the bar stool beside Alexis, placing her helmet on the bar in front of her. She wasn't entirely surprised by Alexis' choice in drink, ordering a whiskey with an air of experience about her. A badass drink for a badass sniper. "You make me look like a kid, ordering something like that. She laughed, turning to the bartender. "I'll just take a hard cider." Nova shrugged, nodding her appreciating as the man placed a beer bottle before her. Picking her own drink up, she turned to Alexis, almost dropping it in the process.

"Excuse me?" She asked, half laughing and half choking on her disbelief. Perhaps this particular sniper could surprise her yet. Righting herself, Nova took a swig of her drink before speaking. "That man is a menace, I don't care how cute that accent was." She took another swig, leaving silence in the air for a few moments. "Alright, I guess the accent makes him at least "snog" worthy." Nova emphasized the word snog, poking a little fun of her own at the woman as payback for the sudden odd question. "Your turn. Kiss, Kill or Marry the menace?" She asked, realizing how much more polite the British version of the game was. "Wow, we really are obsessed with killing things." She mumbled to herself with a shrug.

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As Jay walked away from the bank and the body to go talk to the forensics officer he was looking through the case file to try to connect the dots. He was coming down the stairs when he herd some one speak to him.

"Yes....I am, Detective Woodcrest." Jay said as he looked around and found the drone.

Jay had only met a few N.A.I.L officers in his career as a detective and had never worked to one. Jay had always herd that NAIL brought the heat no matter what department they worked in. Jay wondered why this one was talking to him, let alone offering him help. This meant he had to be careful or he might get in trouble again. Jay decided to try this out to see if it gave him any leads in this case, and most importantly some answers.

"Well if you really want to help you can fill in some holes in this case. Like what exactly did he steal and why? Was he put up to this or just personal motive? And how can we prevent something like this from happening again."

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Caden couldn't help but to chuckle to himself, relaxing in his chair. "You know, Detective Woodcrest... You sound a bit more like a reporter than a detective asking questions like that. Relax kid, I'm not going to bite you." Leaning forward at his desk, Caden typed in a few keywords to verify the classification of the information the detective was looking for. Taking a deep breath, Caden quickly ran through what he was going to say before speaking again. "Unfortunately, the answer to your first compound question contains classified information that NAIL is unprepared to have released at this time. However, I think I can help you with the rest. As far as we know, Franklin Evans AKA Flash Bang, was acting alone on this. This was the bank he was recently fired from so more than likely this was a revenge hit to redeem himself in the eyes of his peers." Caden shook his head, feeling bad for having to lie to the guy. It wasn't as if what he said was completely false, but it was meant to be misleading to keep him occupied until NAIL completed their own investigations.

"To be honest, there is no way to prevent these attacks. Ever since we lost our heroes, crime has been on the rise. At this point all you can do is improve your response time to keep the civilians safe from harm. This city has gotten too used to peace so until we can get back on our feet, we'll have to settle for reacting before we start trying to predict and prevent future attacks." Caden reached down beside him, plucking a soda bottle from the floor beside his chair. Gulping down half the bottle, he shifted in his chair and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm going to be honest with you, Detective Woodcrest... You're not going to get many details here, NAIL has everything pretty locked down. However, I can tell you that there was a vigilante involved in the take down of Flash Bang. Maybe if you can track him down you can find the real answers you came for, but that's something you'll have to do on your own. NAIL has no definitive records on this particular guy." It wasn't much, but it was all he could do to help the guy out, everything else was off limits when it came to sharing with the police. "Was there anything else that you needed, Detective?"


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Fists. Send help.

Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.

In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.

Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.

Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.

Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.

Color: Black Hole

Emblem:

Appearance:

A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.

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Sepia knew she was supposed to be in class doing...something. Well, I guess it can't be that important. I'd remember it for sure if it was! she thought cheerfully. Anyway, scoping out dorms was wayyyy more fun. She giggled to herself, excited at the thought of actually knowing where things were for once.

Suddenly, her ears pricked up. Is someone yelling? Why in... She activated her semblance, tentatively stretching it outwards. People tended to get irritated if she accidently spied on them, so she tried to make a one way connection temporarily.

Homing in on mind that seemed resting but still somewhat troubled, she sent out a message. "Hey, are you okay? I thought I heard something."

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Team SASG's Dorm

Shiro's eyes snapped open as he woke with a start, sharply gasping. Still bleary-eyed and groggy from the medication, he sat up and put a hand on his head."Ugh." Back up against the sink counter, he rubbed at the corners of his eyes and looked around to regain his bearings. Scoot sat curled in a ball asleep next to him. His weapons lay still in their combined transport mode. Looking at the clock he tried to recall the exact time he had fallen unconscious. He wasn't asleep for long, though his body ached like it had been in a coma for an eternity. Gradually, his body and mind approached full wakefulness.

Quietly muttering to himself so as to not wake Scoot,
"I was out for a few minutes? Gosh, I feel like I'd woken from the dead.."
Smacking his lips, his mouth dry, Shiro then froze up.
"...W-wait."
That's right, a voice he heard was the culprit responsible for his interrupted 'nap'.

Cold fear growing within his heart, his senses went on high alert. The voice he had heard was clear as day, as if it were holding a conversation in the very same bathroom he sat in. Dryly swallowing, his eyes scanned the bathroom in its entirety to ensure that he was alone save for Scoot. No one else was present and there was nowhere else anyone could hide. But, he was certain he had heard a voice talking to him. He wasn't going crazy, right? He is still sane. The medication works. His attack should've passed, the episode should've been over by this point. He shouldn't be hearing any more voices. Looking back at the sleeping Scoot, it couldn't have been his ferret friend. The voice that spoke to him was female sounding and actually stringed together a complete sentence.

Looking at the slightly ajar bathroom door, Shiro crept up to its side and pressed a silver/white tiger ear against it. Blinking as he waited for a few tense moments, he heard nothing in the adjacent main room. Peering through the open crack of the bathroom door, his golden eyes strained to see if anyone was in his team's dorm. Again, he saw nothing. A bead of cold sweat rolled down the side of his face as he carefully opened the door. Cursing to himself as its hinges and joints creaked noisily.

"Shit! What am I doing?"
He was braver than this.
Or so he thought.
Getting angry with himself, he grabbed the door and swung it wide open with a loud crash.
This wasn't some horror movie and he is not some actor that was only meant to serve as fodder.
Regardless, he still shut his eyes tight as he braced for some terrible thing to happen.
But nothing did.
Opening his eyes, he crossed the threshold and stood in the center of his empty dorm room.
Turning around a full 360 degrees as he did a quick eye sweep, he stood alone.

His fear and apprehension only grew more and more with each passing minute. He was certain he heard a voice speaking to him! Swiftly moving to shut the door to the room, he pressed his back against it as his eyes continued their frantic search for something or someone that wasn't there. Clearing his throat, "Wh-who's there? Is there someone here with me? If there is, come out now! I'm not in the mood for any stupid games of hide and seek!" Breathing hard, he slid down into a sitting position and grabbed at his head with both hands. White hair sticking out in between his gloved fingers, he shut his eyes and could feel himself slipping away into another pit of despair.

He felt like crying.
"Why? Why does my Semblance do this to me?"
He sharply inhaled and tried his damnedest to fight back the pitiful tears.
"Why does this have to happen? I'm not losing my mind, am I? I'm not crazy! I'm not going nuts!"
Were the Shadows becoming invisible to him now too? How could something that no one else could see become invisible to the single person who could?

Going through his breathing exercises again, Scoot by this point had woken up and tentatively crawled up to his tiger Faunus friend.
"Friend?" the ferret asked in earnest concern.

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Sepia sighed. Poor guy had it worse than she had originally thought. He seemed to be aggravated by physiological interference, which she couldn't really blame anyone for, but his case was still exceptionally bad.

Cautiously, she raised her hand and rapped lightly on the dorm door.

"I'm right outside the door. I didn't mean to scare you..." she apologized. "but I thought you might be in trouble."

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro

Knock-knock. Shiro's mind blanked as he grew rigid. "That was definitely a knock at the door." For a split second, the knock startled him and had to fight the urge to bolt away from the door. But, the voice that spoke to him from the other side sounded familiar."Was that who spoke to me? But, she sounded so clear before." Getting to his feet, he pressed his ear against the door and sniffed softly. There was definitely someone there. "Phew. So, I did hear someone." He sniffled and wiped at his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. He wasn't hallucinating, so that was good at least. However, he was still wary. Reaching for the door, he slowly opened it a crack and his golden eye peered through to see who it was. Indeed, someone stood on the other side. The girl looked vaguely familiar to him, as did her scent. "I shouldn't be a creep. Standing here sniffing and staring at her.."

"Oh, so that voice was yours? Is that your Semblance or something?" Maybe she shared similar abilities to Scoot, though with more focus and strength. "I-I'm fine though, thank you for your concern." he lied. He was still shaken up, and the drugs didn't help too much with taking the edge off. Not wanting to be rude and speak to her through a small opening in the door, he opened the dorm room door more. Opening it just enough for the two of them to clearly see one another. Now able to see who it was, he blinked and snapped his fingers. "Ah, hey! You're that gal who's in Practice class with me! You and your teammates recently went bowling with me and a buncha other friends, right?" He grinned as he scratched the back of his head. "We haven't really had the chance to meet, have we? I'm Kuhaku Shiro, and...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name? Heh...Sorry, I have a terrible memory." Scratching at his ears, he looked up as he searched his memories for any sort of name. Oddly enough, his distraught mood had all but disappeared though he still stood in the doorway to prevent the girl from seeing his team's mess of a room. Most of the mess being his fault, but he wasn't going to mention that to her. Bracing a hand against the door frame, he still felt a little woozy from the medication and had to remember to take it easy. A curious Scoot poked his head around the open door to see who it was.


[System]
Age: 17
Class: Junior
Hometown: Ottawa, KS
New here?: Yup
Appearance:
Favorite class: History
GPA: 2.0
Personality: Xander is for lack of better words, a slacker. He's more of a go with the flow kind of guy, not taking much of anything seriously. His dream is to be a guitarist, for what exactly doesn't really concern him. His parents are divorced and his mother is nowhere to be found. Xander has...commitment issues. He looks like his mother so his father is pretty bitter towards him, though Xander never holds it against him.
He mostly avoids his father.

Xander spends most of his time aimlessly roaming about, even in school. He enjoy's anything that takes further from reality, music, drinking, sleeping, reading, but not quite to the point of drugs yet. He's not much for movies though, as they don't hold his attention for very long. However he does hold a part-time job as a waiter.

History
In his earlier years Xander was pretty close to his parents especially his mom. It hit him pretty hard when his father told him they weren't going to be together anymore. His father had never told him, but he had overheard stories about an affair. Few about a year his mom did come to visitations, but after awhile she came less and less often. Eventually he realized she had abandoned them. Xander and his father never really mentioned her again. Nowadays His father won't even look at him, Xander has his mother's eyes and her hair, and even her laugh.

After that he spent most of his time goofing off with his friends. Often Xander would sleep at the park or at a friends, just so he wouldn't have to go home. He and his friends had a don't ask don't tell kind of relationship, and that's how he liked it. After a while of financial troubles his dad ( who was in fact a nurse) got a job offer in new york. He decided he had had enough of their house, that was not only full of bad memories, but also falling apart and moved. They now live in a two bedroom apartment together.

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" Excuse mee~ PSST~ pretty girl with the purple hair~ I like the color on you ... looks nice."

Mia turned around to find one of her classmates leaned over her desk, trying to catch her attention. The thing that stood out most about the other teenager was her big brown doe eyes. 'Like Bambi,' Mia thought to herself, before shaking her head to clear the thought away. "Thank you," she answered the other with a small grin. "It got a lot more attention than I thought it would," she continued honestly, before wiping her hand on her blue jeans and sticking it out for a hand shake. "I'm Mia. What's you--,"

" Uh, I'm sorry I'm so late, I'm just new to the school, new to the city. New to the whole country I suppose…" laughed a curly headed newcomer. He had a British accent, which instantly peaked Mia's interest. The small teen wondered if he knew any other languages, since he had lived so close to countries like France, Germany, and Italy. "Is there something you need to do, 'cause I'm late, or do I just sit down? Is there somewhere you want me to sit, or do I just sit anywhere? Sorry, unsure how this whole thing works," The boy asked, his eyes scanning the room quickly. When his eyes landed on her, she gave him a quick wave with her already raised hand and moved her chin in the direction of the vacant seat in front of her that was adjacent to the ginger boy playing games on his laptop.

"Sorry," she murmured quietly, turning her gaze back to the other girl. "I'm Mia. What's your name?"

[Assistant]
Dollie@OfficerHeadbutt

 Darlene pulled her ear bud out of one of her ears as she took notice to the British accent that filled the silent ass room and chuckled to herself  " Hey man~" She said as she looked him over and shook her head before realizing the girl with the purple hair was introducing herself. She smiled and leaned back over as she shook her hand  " My names Darlene~ So Mia with the purple hair aye? You're so far the only white chick I've seen pull off a full head of purple and not have the dyed scalp too haha~ I mean, purple is a majestic color and only the ones who think you look as great as I think you do are gonna stare at you honey ... you do have a head full of purple after all" She pulled her hand away in the middle of her conversation and grinned. She then reverted her attention back at the British dude and thought he was pretty loud guy, once or if he sat down in front of Mia she'd wave and introduce herself" So, what's you're name? I'm Darlene by the way" She pushed her wavy curls out of her face and behind her ears and got more comfortable in her seat.

Looking down at her phone she paused her music and took the other ea bud out and placed her things on the upper right of her desk. She hadn't thought about making anymore friends since she was pretty set on that but, these two were probably gonna be an exciting new bunch of people to consider being friends too. She straightened her shirt out and looked at them both now, trying to keep a decent conversation going till the teacher instructed them to do something else.

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Abe stared around the room as the students scribbled, taking in the ones that seemed bothered, as well as the ones that seemed enthusiastic. Most students usually responded quite well to this assignment, as it gave them a chance to tell things about themselves. It gave them a chance to freely BE themselves.

As the rather british boy walked into the classroom, Abe smiled, waving his hand toward the seats in front of him, "Just take a seat. We're doing a small, short assignment to try and break up some of the comfort in the class room. The key to successfully learning, in such a large group of students, is learning more about those students. Don't be afraid to ask a neighbor for help.", he explained to him.

As he finished his explanation, he noticed that a few of the students weren't as excited about the assignment, which he was used to. One, in particular seemed grumbly about the assignment (Alexander), causing Abe's eyes to soften as he reached forward and snatched his paper from his desk, "I promise I'm not going to use your answers for any super spy activities, or mind games. It's simply an exercise."

As he slowly made his way down the isles, he took in a few features of some of the students, as well as the way they sat, held their hands, their nervous ticks, and simply the way their eyes stared at their paper. His experience told him a lot about people, from simple body language. As he approached the girl with the purple hair, he smiled, taking her paper, "Nice hair. It reminds me of the 80's. I bet you would have loved that era…or at least fit in nicely.", another girl chimed in about her hair, and he pointed, as if to accentuate what he was saying, and took her paper as well, "And make sure you keep at least one earbud out. You need an ear to hear."

He tapped the edge of her desk briskly, and kept moving toward the back. He reached the two 'lovebirds', as he would have assumed, and placed a hand on his hip staring down at Ember.

She quickly scribbled her answers down, rolling her eyes at how persistent he was being - as if he cared about them at all, and then folded her paper and held it up, between two fingers. Hayden quickly held his up, behind her, his smooth smile playing across his face.

"What's your name?", Abe asked Hayden, taking in the beautiful writing scrolled across the paper.

"I'm Hayden, sir. I'm pretty new…second semester here."

"Ah. Well…nice handwriting, Hayden. Turn around in your seat, please.", the last part of his sentence was directed at Ember, as he slapped the papers against her knee, and she reluctantly turned around in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

He continued making his way around, noticing both the student with the computer, and another who looked rather exhausted. He wondered if this tired student needed some coffee, or perhaps something interesting to wake him up. English Lit was a hard subject to wake people up with, especially this generation. Casting his eyes down at the floor, he moved on to the student with the computer, and tapped the side of it with the papers, "What game is that? I used to play games during classes in college. I learned pretty quickly that was a bad idea. I won't ask you not to, but I won't give breaks on tests for poor note taking, either. Just remember that, alright?"

And finally, he reached the front of the room, where he noticed a girl sitting rather refined. She seemed like a scholar, causing him to smirk. He picked up her paper, and having all of them in his hand, leaned against his desk in front of her, giving her a knowing smile. Turning away from this student, he held up the papers, and smiled.

"Welcome to the new year. That wasn't so bad, was it? Well…here's the bad news. Your answers are about to determine who your partners are going to be for the rest of this semester. This exercise is not meant to torture you, demean you, or anything of the sort. It's meant to bring you all together. It's to create an environment where EVERYONE can learn, and not just a certain, entitled group. So, the colors, are the colors of the groups. Some may be smaller than others, and some may be larger. If there's an odd man out, we will fill in spaces. Sound good? Alright. Let's get started."

"Shit, what did you put?", Ember turned, asking Hayden.

"I put Blue…you know my favorite color is blue."

"I put Purple…", she said with a long groan, "We're not going to be together!"

"For the Green Group…and since not many of you wrote your name on your paper, I am going to go by the order I picked them up. Greens are Alexander and Kellie. Blues are Xander and Hayden. Purples are Mia, Jack, and Ember. And our lone red is Darlene. So, why don't you…", he explained, pointing to the student who was late, "be with the red group. Throw the Red and purple together, and the blue and green together, and we have our groups."

He stopped to let it all sink in, hoping that the friends of the class didn't take it too hard. He couldn't exactly promise them they would love this idea, but he was sure they would learn. That's what he was here for.

(NPC's can be sort of dispersed throughout the groups as you see fit. I didn't say anything about them, because it's your choice what color they would choose.)

[Assistant]
Nathan took a seat down at a chair, directly in front of the girl with purple hair. He had seen her, waving at him as he had been speaking. She seemed friendly enough. He sat down, and as the teacher passed by him to go to the back of the class he turned his seat sideways, and turned his seat sideways to the right, and turned his head to the right as well so that he was looking to the back of the class.

" So, what's you're name? I'm Darlene by the way" the girl sat next to the purple haired girl, the one who was either mixed race or just light skinned asked him.
" Darlene? That's a nice name. Can't say it's a name I've ever heard before. I'm Nathan, nice to meet you." He said, smiling back at Darlene. " And what's your name then? Or can I just call you Barney the dinosaur?" He said as he turned his head to the other girl, making an obvious joke about her purple hair. He quickly regretted it as he didn't want her to feel insulted.

" I'm sorry, please don't take that the wrong way. I only meant it as a joke. It looks really nice. Very unique." He said, in an attempt to pull his foot out of his mouth. Nathan was a joker at heart, but he didn't know these people yet, and he had no idea what they would or wouldn't take offence at.

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"So Mia with the purple hair aye? You're so far the only white chick I've seen pull off a full head of purple and not have the dyed scalp too haha~"

Mia laughed at Darlene's statement before admitting, "Oh no ma'am, I totally dyed my scalp the first time. I had to scrub it in the shower for forty five minutes. I'm not that talented." The new boy came over and sat down, and Mia sat back to watch as Darlene introduced herself.

The British boy introduced himself as Nathan, before turning to Mia and asking, "And what's your name then? Or can I just call you Barney the dinosaur?" Mia bit her bottom lip to stop a smirk from forming and quirked an eyebrow as the other teen obviously tried to back pedal. "I'm sorry, please don't take that the wrong way. I only meant it as a joke. It looks really nice. Very unique."

"It's fine. It was actually a pretty good joke," the purple haired girl admitted. "Wasn't very British of you though. What would the queen say about your manners?" Mia joked, giving Nathan a playful wink before adding,"I'm Mia." Mr. Buckner chose that moment to come by a take up their assignments, pausing to compliment her hair as he did so. Mia blushed a little at that and coughed, trying to refocus on the ice breaker. The teacher informed them that their colors dictated who they would be working with, and then split them up into groups. Her group included Jack, Ember, and Darlene. "So, should we move around so we're sitting next to the people in our color groups?" Mia asked Darlene and Nathan, before shooting a glance at the girl named Ember. She seemed very upset about having to move away from her boyfriend.

[Assistant]
Xander looked around for his new group-mates. He really didn't know what to think about Hayden. Xander wasn't really sure if he was the violent kinda person, or maybe a party-er. He didn't want to make any assumptions, so he just gave him an acknowledgement nod. Kellie well...he wasn't really sure they were going to get along. She seemed pretty serious about class, and Xander wasn't sure he could be serious about anything. Can't win them all right? She was hot though, so that's always a plus. Alex though man, he seemed like he'd be cool to just chill out with. Hey maybe later they could go wander around, that's always a good time.

 He extended his hand towards Alex and said "Hey Broham, what's up?" Xander was hoping to get the whole awkward introduction thing over with. Hey, maybe they could all hang out and just have fun together. Who knows maybe they all go out and party after school. He looked over at Hayden. He had some pretty freaking cool tattoos. Xander was also hopeing they wouldn't have some weird group project thing to do later. I hate group projects, people always trying to get me to do things...fucking annoying. Of course if the teacher was going to bother doing this, there was probably no avoiding it.