[System]
Female
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Green eyes, warm beige skin tone, black hair.
Hair that goes all the way down but doesn't touch the floor. (Refer to image)
(Mixed race of Asian and Caucasian)

(Image does not accurately represent the age of the character, but only her hair style and initial clothing. Her skin color is warm beige.)

Primary Ability (Main)
Darkness Manipulation: The ability to manipulate the shadows around her and to create darkness. (As the RP progresses, she will display a variety of skills that revolves around darkness which I'll add onto this character page)

Secondary Ability (Minor)
Time Warping: The ability to manipulate the time of a specific area, such as accelerating and slowing time within that certain area.

Zuri has been sealed within a large dark crystal for thousands of years (roughly 2000) by a group of magic users due to her overwhelming ability to manipulate shadows and create darkness, which resulted in her being sealed up into a large crystal shard and hidden away within a catacomb. Her memories were lost as time goes by, distorted and shattered memories, she can only recall her name and rediscovers her ability to control darkness when she awakens. The crystal has started to give out dark energy from within the core, pulsing at a very slow rate.

Since Zuri wasn't born into this age and time, she doesn't know much about the current world. A factionless Talent without any friends and little to no memory of her own past. A clueless, mysterious and potentially dangerous girl.

Zuri lacks the ability to socialize with others due to the long period of time that she has been bound to the crystal, it's almost as if she's reborn as a blank slate but only feint memories of her past that could possibly change her. She's quite rebellious and can act a bit defensive if people try to get close to her at an unreasonably fast rate.

Zuri is quite simple-minded, willing to do anything to protect the people she likes and is quite direct with her thoughts, not giving a second thought to what she says and does not understand consequence. She doesn't like to keep her feelings bottled up and is quite vocal with her thoughts. She also says whatever she wants and acts upon her own instincts. Zuri has problems with following orders that she disagrees with, with few exceptions, but she can he kind and caring at times.

[User] Zoey hit the deck as the sound bombs assailed her senses, her throwing stars flying over her head in some nondescript direction. Suddenly her help was becoming a detriment. Her form melted into a wolf on the ground, for realzies this time, and tackled the clairvoyant. Assuming this was successful, she'd push a paw to his forehead and start sending him nightmare visions. Lots of nightmare visions.

[Assistant]
As expected, Raiya's sword strike was blocked by Logan's bat. Any normal wooden bat would have been cut in two by Raiya's empowered slash, but Raiya assumed the runes on the bat prevented such damage. After the attack was blocked Nemo came in as Raiya suggested, and placed a powerful well placed blow on the birthday boy's torso. Shortly thereafter he jumped away wounded, and threw his bat back at them. The bat was empowered by an immense level of magical energy and had Nemo not jumped them away, they would probably both be dead right now.

Raiya looked up at Nemo who was previously on top of her but was now standing up composing himself.

"Yeah, I'm fine. A bit sore, but I'm all good. Thanks for the save." She said as she got up and adjusted her right shoulder which was a bit sore from the tackle. "Should we track Babe Ruth down and kill him? Or do you think he's not going to be a problem anymore?" Raiya asked.

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Nemo dusted himself off, thinking for a moment. "I'm sure he'll find a way to be a nuisance if we give him the chance. Besides, I like to finish the things I started." Nemo replied, and began walking back towards Logan.

Logan was sitting down with his back leaning up against one of the containers. He lit himself a cigarette to pass the time, the paralysis made it hard for him to keep mobile and help out Boslan. Despite his wounds a grin was apparent on his face after his supposed victory. A grin that didn't last long once Nemo and Raiya walked out from behind another shipping container and came into his view. "You gotta be fuckin kiddin' me." He muttered.

As Nemo continued to approach Logan began to panic, doing everything he could to bring himself to his feet despite the trouble he was having moving now. "W-wait WAIT A MINUTE HERE!" Logan yelled out with his arm outstretched once Nemo was only within a couple feet from him. "You can't kill me! Not if you want to make it on Seidon's ship." Logan added, his cigarette falling from his mouth.

Nemo paused, his head cocking to the side. "Hm?" He simply sounded out.

"Yeah, I know what you're after... Those are the containers Seidon was gonna pick up. I know what's in them, it's not worth the effort you're puttin' into it to just steal em. You must want on Seidon's little boat party, huh?" Logan explained between heavy breaths. "Well that's gonna be a problem if you kill me. Because that ship, and those crates, aren't going to timbuktu without my all clear. You got that?" Logan argued.

Logan seemed to settle down a bit when neither Nemo or Raiya made any moves. "Look, I think we've been goin' about this all the wrong way. I don't care about that ragged old man. He never did nothin' for me. If you want on that ship you shoulda just asked... How 'bout this, I'll get you lot on Seidon's ship scot-free, and in exchange you leave your little friend here with me. I'll be sure to take real good care of her. You can even have her ba-"

Logan was suddenly cut off after the sound of metal clacking together. His slight grin disappeared when he tried to speak again and all that came out was guttural gurgles. He spotted Nemo holding a freshly blood stained kris butterfly knife, and the realization of what happened sank in. Nemo had rapidly jabbed him with it in the throat. Logan felt a copious amount of warm blood begin to flow down his neck and stain his blue jumpsuit a dark bruised purple color.

Logan grabbed onto his neck to try to halt the rapid bleeding. Fear and pain set in as it was getting harder to breath, most of his breaths only resulting in him inhaling his own blood. Nemo suddenly stabbed him twice more in the side of the neck savagely, nearly knocking him over with the force of the blade being driven into his neck. Logan abruptly pulled back to avoid any more damage being done to him, but he stumbled, falling back and banging into the shipping container. Unable to keep himself up, Logan slid against the steel side of the container and fell to the floor, splattering blood from his neck on the ground in the process.

With three wounds on his neck now, any hope of stopping the bleeding with his hands was gone. He instead laid there, squirming and hacking as he tried to draw breaths unsuccessfully. Logan's motions began to die down before suddenly, he stopped moving altogether, succumbing to his wounds forever. The only thing that could be seen still in motion was the gushes of blood still flowing from his neck and pooling onto the ground.

Now that the dirty deed was done, Nemo pulled out a white handkerchief from his jacket and calmly wiped his blood covered blade and hand clean, disposing the sullied cloth by tossing on top of Logan's lifeless body afterwards. Nemo flipped the knife closed and placed it back in his pocket. He stepped over to the body and reached down, fetching his manadial from his wrist and then leaned back up and turned around to face Raiya with a blank monotone face.

[Assistant]
Raiya watched the panicked Logan attempt to talk his way out of trouble. And, to her, it seemed as though he made a valid point. However, before he could finish his proposal, the poor birthday boy caught 5 inches of steel to his throat a few times over.

Raiya cocked an eye halfheartedly. "I'm not one to debate strategic decisions. However, it would seem as though we might have actually needed that idiot alive." Raiya said in an uncaring tone. "What should we do now?" Raiya asked.

[User]
Nemo adjusted his jacket, a bit unkempt from the vicious assault he just dealt out. His actions definitely displayed the more frightening side of his impulsive behavior. "I would have sooner thrown the paragon into the sea myself than let that man lay a finger on you. But that was never the case anyways, we didn't need him." Nemo replied. "I swear, people put too much value on their brief chit-chats over manadial. It's certainly not the first time I've encountered that proposal, sure wont be last. But for such a good actor like me, it'll never be of any value." Nemo explained with a grin, putting his hand on his throat and adjusting his voice to mimic Logan.

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Boslan hit the ground from the tackle, but was able to use his mental capabilities to quickly power through the onslaught of visions. He then attempted to push both his hands into Zoey and discharge a heavy concussive shock-wave into her to get her off him.

[Assistant] Well, that would work. Not that he would know that at first. Zoey left a visual clone of her wolf form on his chest while she landed a bit away. She changed back into her human-like form as her illusion changed into bright light, stuck to Boslan's face. Using that distraction, she'd elbow drop him and try to knock him out.

[User]
Raiya felt a bit disturbed by the overt emphasis Nemo placed on, "protecting" her. After a bit of mental deliberation she decided to just ignore Nemo's insanity. Raiya released her sword letting it evaporate into her manainventory.

I mean, if he isn't just being crazy for the sake of it, he is probably just trying to manipulate me. Either way, I won't let anything get in between me and my goal so it's best to just disregard it and focus on my goal of finding my parent's murderer Raiya's mind briefly wandered.

Raiya leapt on top of a shipping crate and sat down on it letting her legs hang off it.

"Well," Raiya said to Nemo with a soft undertone of forced enthusiasm, "That's a useful trick."

[Assistant]
Despite the bright light, Boslan closed his eyes and used his advanced manalysis to locate Zoey, just in time to roll out of the way of her elbow drop. Boslan then levitated himself back to feet and dispersed the bright distraction stuck to him. Boslan had been getting a bit irritated by now, causing him to lash out by sweeping his arm across from right to left, generating a twelve foot tall wall off magic energy that rapidly swept across to hit Zoey. "A persistent one aren't you?" He spat out.

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Nemo didn't face Raiya once she got on top of the container. He instead looked off to the distance in thought. Judging by what I saw happen to Mr. Hunley earlier, that intimate display with her sword earlier wasn't just for show. She must have venom in her saliva. That's an interesting thought.

"Indeed it is. That technique doesn't seem like all that much, but it's been one of my most effective over the years." Nemo replied. He suddenly got an idea, licking two fingers and running them through a lock of his hair, causing it to temporarily stand up. "Hey Raiya," Nemo turned around with one hand still on his throat, "Who am I now?" He asked, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Raiya's own female voice sounded awkward coming out of Nemo. "Do you think that Zoey and Zuri will be fine on their own, or should we swoop in and steal all the fun?"


[System]
5' 6" in height, that's 167 in centimeters.
Also of course she wouldn't be wearing just that t-shit, and sorry for the small picture.

Hearsay: Rena is a pretty well recognized face around campus, and is almost always described as very friendly. She is known to be fairly active in class, even in lectures. Despite multiple recommendations from counselors and peers alike to take leadership roles, Rena as so far has refused, however she sometimes lends a hand in organizing school events. She doesn't stay in the dorms, but is rumored to be living within walking distance. Furthermore very little is actually known about her private life. Overall Rena is recognized to be a star student, and almost a minor celebrity in her own right.

[User]
Well... Jeremy's advice was pretty basic for the most part, even she knew all of this already. Still it's the thought that mattered, and she was more than able to recognize that. Rena was somewhat stuck on what to talk about next, she could keep going on about Skyrim, but what else was there to say? Then she realized, Jeremy was probably a fan of Bethesda games in general, hell who wasn't? "I know I'm smart, thanks for feeding my ego!" Rena looked properly smug with herself. For such a loner guy, he can be quite relaxed around her even if she was still effectively a stranger, sharing a major interest like this really does wonders doesn't it? Anyway she knew they'll be waiting for a good deal longer, so perhaps it was time to add some drama to the conversation.

Rena's mood shifted dramatically, despite the fact that she almost always smiles, for some reason out of the blue she adopted a very solemn expression. She was serious about something now. "Jeremy..." She spoke slowly and deliberately, wanting to tread carefully as not to mince your words. She then waited, the air around her felt stagnant, only adding to the effect. "I have a extremely serious question to ask you..." Rena stared Jeremy directly in the eyes, an ironclad, unblinking stare. "On a scale of ten to ten, how much do you love Fallout?"

[Assistant]
Brushing aside her remark as just "Rena being Rena" again, he suddenly found her being serious for once. Oh lord. This could be anything. What was it? The suspense was absolutely killing him; he almost asked her what she was going to ask. Then it hit him, like the atomic bomb that blew up Megaton. Do you like Fallout. All the suspense and fear led to that? Well, shoot. Jeremy almost felt embarrassed for expecting something serious out of Rena's mouth... maybe she just took Fallout very seriously? Regardless, he had some bad news.

"Ahahah... Sorry. I get a lot of shit for this, but I could never really get too into Fallout," he admitted with a nervous chuckle. I can see why other people like it, but I just feel so out of place when playing it... I just don't enjoy post-apocalyptic settings too much I guess." Jeremy frowned a little, expecting himself to be coerced to play the game further from what he's gathered about her so far. He secretly hoped she wasn't that extreme, but waited for her to react before changing the subject.

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It was about a good half an hour later when the pair finished eating and were standing outside the cafe. Rena had to admit the pizza wasn't nearly the best she ever had, but hey it was passable, plus she doubted it was something people typically ordered there anyway. During the rest of the time she kept the conversation rolling by talking about whatever gaming topic came to mind, it was pretty nice being a very casual discussion. Whatever the case was, it was time to wrap up the evening.

Rena with her hands behind her back, rocked back and forth on her balls of her feet, while of course grinning at Jeremy. "Gotta say, as far as dates go this one wasn't bad at all... although I don't go on dates in the first place." She knowingly teased, by now he should know she wasn't serious. "Seriously though, it was pretty fun, and I know you had a good time yourself, don't lie to me." She mockingly accused him with a pointed finger.

Coming into this she honestly didn't see it exactly ending up like this, before Jeremy just seemed like a lonely guy who needed a pick me up, least before something were to happen. Now after getting to know the barest about who he is... well he might actually be a potentially great friend, she had to lock him in. "Right, well I'm thinking you should pick where we're going on our next 'date' after all isn't that the guy's job, hmm?" There was going to be a next time, she'll make sure of it.

[Assistant]
Unlike the pizza whose mediocre taste was unknown to Jeremy, his regular choice of soup and hot chocolate graced his mouth more as the two talked for a while. Well, Rena did most of the talking, but he was still enjoying himself knowing she took interest in a lot of the same things he did. Despite Rena's intrusive nature which the shy man wasn't used to, the thought of actually having a friend was rather calming and made him forget about the fear of being persecuted.

The two were outside now, and Rena was talking about how much fun she had. This only reaffirmed his feelings about the "date." By now, the awkwardness that came around being with Rena was only faint, so obvious jabs didn't really do much to him anymore. "I won't lie, Rena. I might keep secrets, but I'll never lie. I don't think I've ever had this much fun with someone else before," he softly admitted with a smile.

Jeremy then kept to his thoughts a bit before answering her last bit. "Well, uhm... I really don't know of any other places," he meekly admitted before turning to her. "I'd much rather see what your idea of a good pizza place is! They don't normally get orders for pizza here, so I'm sure it didn't blow you away... but it still looked good enough to make me want to try something you think is good." The difference was already night and day. Rena was surely rubbing off on him now, and Jeremy felt like it could only seem to get better.

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Rena shook her head, "Na, I chose pizza and I got pizza, that was my go." She paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, that's it... I want a mutual relationship here, meaning the both of us give and take. So, you get to make decisions too, think of it as exercising your autonomy. Rena smiled reassuringly. "Just pick wherever, I'm sure it'll be fantastic." Jeremy seemed like the kind of guy who goes with the flow, nothing wrong with that but...

Before she could take off there was one last thing to do, "Anyway, I'm about ready to call it a day, but first you're gonna need this." Rena slipped a small piece of paper in Jeremy's hand, it was a number. "Get in touch later, alright?" She waited for Jeremy's response, of course not wanting to be rude, then turned away, and gave a curt wave. Hopefully she'll actually hear back from him later.

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Rena checked her wording once more, now satisfied she sent the text.

[Hey, let's meet up in the library like usual, I'll be here.]

It's been a month since the couple's fated meeting, there were high and lows, still with everything considered, she felt things were going pretty well. Certainly others noticed how much time she was spending with Jeremy, absolutely she wasn't ashamed to seen with him... although why would she be? Over the month Rena made a point to keep a constant presence in the guy's life, well while also trying to get too annoying about it. If there's one thing she learned about Jeremy, he's an introverted person, getting too intrusive would do far more harm that good.

For the time being Rena had to wait, so she picked a nice sitting area with quite fluffy chairs and coffee tables at just the right height to rest her legs on, it was one of her favorite spots in the library. She reasoned it shouldn't take too long for Jeremy to arrive, and he should know where to find her, so that wouldn't be a problem.

[Assistant]
It looked like picking the spot for their next meeting fell upon his shoulders again. Well, at least the way she made it sound was nice. A mutual relationship where both partners give and take. Still though, maybe the fact that Jeremy picked where they ate completely passed her by, but oh well. At least it didn't have to be pizza this time. His roommate should certainly know the best places to get some food.

Afterwards, Rena slipped a small piece of paper into his hand before leaving. Blinking and somewhat confused, the boy opened it up to reveal Rena's phone number scribbled down onto it. I mean, sure, he had a phone, but it was quite old. Like, numberpad flip-phone old. How he was ever going to text someone on that was a mystery, but he'd figure it out anyway.

"I will. Goodnight," he assured before turning to leave himself.

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[Hey, let's meet up in the library like usual, I'll be here.]

Jeremy's phone buzzed on his desk; a feature on his new phone that he was all too familiar with by now. He didn't have any other friends who would call or text him regularly, so it meant only one thing: Rena. It had been a month since their chance encounter, and Rena's done everything in her power to try and be a key person in his life. Jeremy still remembers then time Rena freaked out about his old flip-phone; "How do you even LIVE with that?" She persuaded him to get a new one on the spot; not like he needed much persuasion. Now that he had an actual use for texting, it was easier to make the switch despite how slowly he typed on the touch screen.

Jeremy picked it up and quickly responded.

[Okay, I'll be there soon.]

Rena still made a point that talking face-to-face was much better, despite the phone's ease of use. She'd been trying to get him to relax when it came to social situations, and it seemed to be paying off quite well. Despite Rena being his only real friend- he'd gained some acquaintances by hanging out with her- Jeremy felt that he knew her much better and was much easier to deal with.

The boy put on his glasses. While the blushing-when-looked-at Jeremy was gone, there was still obviously room for improvement. He stuttered a fair bit and had trouble talking to people who weren't Rena, and being around people for extended periods of time was tiring, but he had one thing he didn't have before, though: Confidence. Despite all of his shortcomings still present, he at least now had the power to make them not drag his mood down. He wasn't cumbersome to be around anymore, unlike before when he would just look away uncomfortably out of embarrassment and keep to himself.

Jeremy looked at the clock on his phone's lock screen. Saturday, 12:47PM. He had the whole afternoon ahead of him, and it was Rena's turn to pick where they went to hang out. They'd always use the library as a meeting place; somewhere to discuss what they'd be doing for the rest of the day.

"Guess I'd better go," he mumbled to himself, pocketing his phone before leaving his dorm.

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The library. A familiar place to Jeremy for many reasons. When he first started attending school here, it was his sanctuary. Always coming here with his laptop to get away from his roommate and his dorm, but he's no longer had the need to shy away from him as much. Of course, there'd be times where Jeremy and Rena would pick games from his steam library and play them on his laptop, but it was more often that he was just hanging out with her outright. Again, the Library was more their meeting place now, and Rena was sitting in the spot the two had claimed.

Jeremy walked up to her with a smile and a wave before plopping down next to her. "So, what are you dragging us into today?" he teasingly asked. He learned quickly that making jabs back at her was a good way of staying on her level, but she was still much better at it than he was.


[System]
WORKING ON UPDATING THE BIOS TO REFLECT WHAT HAS HAPPENED SO FAR IN GAME

Age : 19

Skill : cook and supply organizer

Weapon (up three): lead pipe with a jagged end

Personality : sweet, naïve, helpful, hesitates to strike, trusting, 'blonde' at times, has trouble coping

Brief Bio : Jessalyn was living with her Mom and brother at the time of the outbreak. Her brother, who hated her for being born, shoved her out of the car as they were escaping. She never saw them again.
Almost immediately Jess met a man named Bruce who said he would help her get to safety, provided she did something for him. Jessalyn, afraid of what would happen to her on her own, agreed to have sex with him in exchange for protection. But Bruce didn't hold up his promises. Instead of keeping her safe himself, he dumped Jess off on a woman named Lynn.

Lynn, having escaped from life with a dictator named Tyler, was at first not happy to be saddled with a young girl barely into adulthood and she was furious when she discovered the girl was pregnant on top of it. But in time the sweet and kind Jessalyn ingrained herself into Lynn's tough heart and Lynn looked after and protected Jess through most of her pregnancy.

Unfortunately things did not last. Tyler's group captured Lynn and Jess found herself at the mercy of a stranger named Floyd. They seemed to get along well but Jess was quickly captured by a group from Haywood. She got the shock of her life when she realized that the leader of Haywood was none other then Bruce, the man who had gotten her pregnant then abandoned her. After the Haywood uprising Bruce attacked and nearly killed her before being killed himself.

As part of a plan to infiltrate the underground, Jess agreed to be handed over to Tyler. There she was reunited briefly with Lynn before the underground was attacked by both Haywood and walkers. Floyd, having been brought to the underground as a possible new member, found and rescued Jess and escaped with her.

Finding an abandoned house, Floyd and Jess grew closer and developed a bit of a romance between them. Abram came across them and joined them tentatively, trust between the two men being an issue. After an argument between Jess and Floyd, with Floyd going off to hunt and clear his head. While he was gone the house was attacked by walkers, forcing Jess and Abram to flee. They came upon Haywood where they decided to stay and see if Floyd would find them.

During the attack by Outpost Jess went into labor and had her baby, a beautiful healthy boy she named Benjamin Daniel.
In the wake of the attack, Jess and Abram left Haywood to search for Floyd and for a safer place for Jess to raise her baby. They came across Turisa, Leah and Samantha on the road and the small group headed for Baton Rouge, managing to find a house not only safe and big enough for them but that had a room of baby supplies for Jess and Ben.

[User]
Enrique-The B&B-Emma and Colton

Enrique smiled widely and pull La Pistola up and set it on the table, he saw Colton walk in behind the girl carrying a bottle. Ever the theatrical one he had most likely been waiting behind the door to hear the conversation and be seemingly an ominous figure. The boy set the bottle on the table and grabbed some glasses from the kitchen counter. They were a bit dingy but still clean enough to drink out of. Enrique grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the top after reading the lable aloud, Wild Turkey Whiskey. Enrique smiled and poured a glass for each of them, he picked his up and toasted in Spanish.

"A la próxima generación" He said with a smile and downed his glass, he looked to the two of them and smirked, "So Colton as you no doubt know Emma has decided to join the Pack. I want you to teach her close quarters combat, and give her some training with a bow when you get the chance. If she turns out to be light on her feet she will need to be our stealth, and that bow we have in the truck is gonna work for that."

"Yes sir," Colton said he looked at the girl and decided to introduce himself, "I'm Colton, Enrique's been training me since my early days in Outpost. I'm one of the better rifleman here."

While Enrique poured himself another glass Colton gingerly drank his.

"So, we'll be here for a little while. Its a little before noon, you two are gonna go out and practice after we're done talking here. First thing tomorrow we are setting out for Baton Rouge, its about 4 hours drive. I'm gonna be resting up in the back of the Yukon, Colton you can drive for a bit then let Emma drive and you can handle the directions."

Enrique looked towards Emma, "I know you and Berkley got bad blood so I'm gonna keep you away from his as best I can, the mans a fucker but he's one of us and he's a fine killer. I made him the same promise I made you so I wont be killing him and neither will you. We clear on that?"

[Assistant]
Alex Clark - The Road - Scouts

With a fake smile he shook hands with this guy, Andrew, and welcomed him to the group. He didn't quite welcome their addition to the group, but they might need them indeed. On their 'mission' any helping hand was great. Then again, he was more than 100% sure that these two, Andrew and Zoe, were most definitely better off by leaving now. But alas, they had joined them now. Alex placed himself in the trunk of the original pick-up again after introductions were over, and let himself be lulled into sleep by his exhaustion and the prospect of the horribly uncomfortable ride to come.

[User]
Emma - The B&B - Enrique/Colton

Emma eyed the cup as Colton he poured the whiskey into the bottle. As the two of them drank the liquid, Emma eyed her glass warily, surprised that she'd been offered some. She sighed, reached to the glass and put it to her lips. She remember her dad and her brother sitting in their living room one summer and watching baseball games as they drank beer, but she also remember Daniel developing a minor case of alcoholism. He'd been sober for a long time, but he'd told her that he'd had a drink with Riley in Haywood.

For the life her, she couldn't figure what Daniel, Riley, or her father liked about alcoholic drinks... She glanced briefly at Enrique, then to Colton - both of them awaiting her reaction. She waited a moment, her face neutral. She then lifted the glass to her lips and spit the liquid back into the cup. Colton and Enrique howled with laughter. "That's disgusting..."

[Assistant]
Enrique-The B&B-Emma/Colton

Enrique watched as the girl took what would have appeared to be her first shot of whiskey. When she spit it out Enrique fell into uproarious laughter. He clutched his sides as Colton grabbed the cup from the girl.

"No, what that is is a waste of good whiskey." Colton said picking up the glass and dumping it into his mouth, Enrique watched for his reaction. The teen had never taken a full shot before, just gingerly sipped them. Colton shook his head violently and let out a parched sounding cough. Enrique leaned over to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Relax Kiddo, you'll beat me in drinking one day." Enrique said with a smile, "Now I mean it when I say the two of you need to go spar, neither go easy on the other just don't go breaking any bones. We dont need to waste medical supplies because of you two getting carried away."

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Emma - B&B - Enrique/Colton

"C'mon, kid. We'll go find some place to shoot that bow." Colton said, beckoning that Emma follow him. "Be back in two hours." He called to Enrique. Emma zipped up her jacket and followed him into the hallway. They left the building and stepped outside, Emma earning some wary glances from other men. "It's all good, boys. Enrique cleared her." Colton said, not really helping the situation that much. He lead her to the truck and grabbed a long plastic case from the truck bed, which Emma guessed was the bow and arrows.

"Your backpack is in here, too." He said, producing her bag. She was slightly happier now that she had her bag. She unzipped it, confirming that everything - including the pistol was in there. She decided that she wouldn't mention the pistol to Colton or Enrique.

"where are we going?" Emma asked, shouldering her pack.

"I thought I saw a couple walkers down the road at that gas station when we came in yesterday. Thought we might walk down there. Only a few minutes away." He said.

"I wouldn't know. I rode here tied up in your trunk." Emma said, blandly.

"Yeah, well anyway..." Colton remarked, rather awkwardly.

"I've noticed - the dude who... caught me in the woods - I haven't seen him. I remember his face though."

"Oh... Gerald?" Colton said, rather grimly. "He- uh... he was killed by Sylar and his men."

"Who is this Sylar guy that y'all keep talking about? I know he was from outpost, but what was special about him?"

"Well... he was the co-leader of the Outpost Scouts..." He began. "The only reason we left was because Enrique's girlfriend died in a fire. No one knew how the fire started, but the gates were left open when we left. Honestly, I feel really bad about it... Walkers got in. There was a girl - Meghan. She was like a daughter to Sylar - they'd been together since the first week of the outbreak. She got bit and Sylar had to shoot her... Sylar blamed us and came after us.

"He yelled at Enrique and claimed to be the arson behind the fires..." He said.

"I met him at Haywood.... he seemed like a good person." Emma said.

"He was... but grief can do a lot of things to a man."

They didn't finish the conversation, rather they walked towards the gas station in silence.

Zoe/Andrew - The Road/Metairie Area - Scouts

Once everyone was settled, they started on the road, agreeing that Danny's car would follow them. Shannon, James, and Finch sat in the back row while Zoe and Andrew sat up front - Andrew drove. "So, who's this friend you're looking for, if you mind I ask?" Andrew asked, much to Zoe's horror. She shot him a death-glare that said That was rude!.

James answered. "She's a girl named Emma Crowe. She's the same age as me."

Zoe felt as if she might have met someone named Crowe, but she dismissed the thought. It couldn't have been too uncommon of a last name. What bothered her the most was that the girl was maybe 14 or 15 years old... and she'd been kidnapped by a group of men? What had this world come to? "Could you tell me about who took her? How many people and such? It might help to narrow down the places they might have gone."

"Maybe.... 16, 18 people?" James response alarmed Andrew. He'd thought it might have been a group of maximum 10 people. He now thought that his optimism in helping these people was misplaced. "Alright... Babe, what do you think?" Zoe produced a map from the glove compartment. She pointed out an exit.

"What about the outskirts of Metairie, exit 97?"

"We've been there, haven't we?"

"Yeah. Its the one with that auto-shop, the high school, and the bed and breakfast." She noted. "I was think of checking the high-school and the Bed and Breakfast. Both of those are large enough to hold a group that size and then some."

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Jessalyn - House/Baton Rouge - Outside

Once Ben was done eating she burped him and changed him before looking through the clothes in the room. She found a white onesie and a pair of blue overalls with a cartoon lion on them. For herself she found a pair of jeans that were a little long so she had to roll up the legs a bit and a dark green shirt with a blue butterfly on it.

Jess didn't see anyone as she came downstairs. Perhaps they were off looking for supplies or scouting the area.

Peering outside cautiously, Jess saw there was no one in sight, living or dead. She didn't plan on going for a walk, but Ben needed a little fresh air and the sun was out. It seemed like a beautiful day.

Jess sat down in the yard but still close to the door in case she needed to run inside. Holding Ben up, she lightly bounced him, raising him up in the air then briging him back down to kiss his face. She made silly faces and blew a raspberry into his belly.
The baby boy giggled in delight.

The whole time she played though Jess kept a sharp eye and ear out. The moment she spotted movement or heard anything they would be back inside the house in a flash.

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Katie - Baton Rouge apartment - Leave?

Katie thanked Adam for the bowl, but stayed close to Liam. Anyone who wanted to hide things was not doing anything good. It worried her, because Adam was supposed to be their friend.

She was relieved when her daddy came back. But that relief soon turned to hurt confusion. When he said they had to leave she didn't understand, but when he said they were not welcome anymore the little girl felt the sting of betrayal.
She looked at the group with large hurt eyes, like a fawn that had been harmed by it's own mother. "You don't like us anymore?" she asked but didn't wait for a response. It was probably one she didn't want to hear anyway.

She scooped up her kitten and her small backpack. When Elyse tried to reach out to her the little girl pulled away.
"I think all of you are very mean," she stated her opinion on the matter before going to her daddy. Along the way she took Liam's hand, silently stating that he was coming with them too. Liam was a kid like her and he had saved her before, had kept her safe and hidden when that dirty man had tried to hurt her and her daddy. He had drawn with her and played with her and helped her take care of her kitten. Liam was her friend. And with the way things were going, they needed all of the friends they could get.

She didn't really care if George stayed. He was grouchy and sometimes mean. If the only people that went were her, her daddy, Liam and Scarlett, Katie would be happy. Scarlet her friend now too.


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Age: 14

Race: Human Meister

Personality: Maka is bright, cheerful, direct and confident, smart, and hard working. She frequently studies and prefer to stay in her house and read or study, emphasized by her lack of ability to play games such as basketball despite her athleticism, and she is ignorant of its various rules. Maka is also caring and compassionate, willing to easily help a friend when in need with no personal gain in the end.

However, since the death of Soul Evans, she's been everything but the Maka everyone has become accustomed to...

She's still somewhat cheerful, smart, and hard working (almost a little too much to get her mind off of things) and doesn't hang around her usual group of friends. She is often depressed, crying and most times hysterically out of the blue. After the long battle between her and her father, she told him she does love him despite her past behavior which has caused him to see just how bad Maka truly is now. In battle, Maka isn't as passionate but still gets the job done and often crashes asleep on the spot when a duel is over.

Backstory: Around the same time Black☆Star was born, which was thirteen years prior to the beginning of Soul Eater, Maka was born to her father Spirit Albarn (at the age of eighteen) and his wife. Throughout her childhood, she became displeased with her father's behavior as he cheated on his wife, which led to a strain between the two. She follows in her mother's footsteps and aspires to be one of the DWMA's top students but this motivation has died because of the taxing death of her weapon and partner of many years, Soul Evans.

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The seemingly endless steps to DWMA was usually something Maka liked to run on and hop like there was no tomorrow at the start of every day, greeting people as she did and motivating them to the last step...

That Maka, to say the least, does not exist anymore.

Tsubaki and Black Star were by Maka's side as they helped up her the steps, panting for breath until she collapsed on Tsubaki's side with Black Star trying to keep her steady.

"M-Maka!" Tsubaki worried. "This is not good. Are you sure you're able to attend today? I think it's best you just stay with the nurse today. I'd take you back home but I don't want you to go through those steps again."

"Maka, you look more pale than usual and that says a lot," Black Star chided in but looked away when Tsubaki shot him an angry look.

"I'm fine... thank you," was all Maka managed to say.

Patting Black Star's hand that was on her wrist, she eased into the crowd entering the school, with somber eyes and looser pigtails. She stopped for a moment in the hallway and imagined Soul surprising her with an embrace and helping her back to class. Reality sucked and so did moments of wishful thinking like that too. Without anyone's knowledge, she ditched her class and ended up skipping to the library, making herself tinier to avoid being seen by the librarian at the front desk, heading to a small, round table where she removed her jacket and set it on the table, fluffing it up. As bad as she wanted to lie her head on it, she just sat slumped in her chair, staring at her jacket into the void.

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Sid gave Blaze his jacket. "First day back," the zombie said. "Sure you're up for this?" The young man nodded. He put his jacket on, and velcroed his gloves on.

"I'll be fine," he assured. The teacher had always been a father figure to Blaze, especially since the Paris Incident. Hell... Sid's the only reason I'm alive right now. The young man tried to smile. "Thanks for everything. And taking care of Tai for me."

Sid chuckled. "I know you love that fish," he said. "That's the kind of man I was." Blaze nodded and made his way to the DWMA. The sight of the academy had always filled him with hope, at one time.

But now, it seemed to be hollow, like a picture that had been edited one too many times. He would have to be paired up with a Meister again, but he didn't want to go to the class of newbies Sid always supervised. So his first class was a study hall in the library.

Blaze browsed through the books. Some time of browsing later, he'd picked up some books and sat at a table. He saw a girl, seemingly passed out, at the table next to his. Something seemed oddly familiar about her. "Hey, you okay?" His tone and expression were neutral, but perhaps a bit cold.


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GENDER: Male

AGE: 39

APPEARANCE: Standing at six feet even, Mort is sturdily built, broad-shouldered and strong of arm. Though bald-headed, he sports a black goatee and a remarkable criss-cross scar across his face, but his eyes are commonly hidden beneath darkened spectacles. He wears a number of layers of clothes, including a black collared shirt, a blue guardsman's coat, and a green overcoat. Black greaves, gauntlets, and pants complete the ensemble.

BACKGROUND: To Mort, his early life feels like a dream. He can scarcely remember the specifics, only shapes, colors, and feelings. He recalls long days of green grass and trees, blue skies, and the weight of his weary head when the horizon turned orange and the clouds pink. Never did he know stillness, instead a constant stream of motion, but he knew safety in the shadow of his father. It had been a big shadow, its shade loving, but growing smaller over time. After days or even weeks of moving, he and his father would return, for at the end of the day, no matter where they wandered, they had a home. They were days of activity in peace, and Mort supposed it was during those years that he got acquainted with the feeling of a bow in his hand. But like all dreams, that time came to an end.

Bandits attacked the city. They pillaged it and set it to flame, killing those who didn't fall in line. When they were gone, the people began to rebuild. The duchess of the region, whose manor lay inside the city, promised that it would never happen again and consolidated her control. She enacted strict restrictions and increased security, conscripting capable citizens to become part of the militia. Mort was among there number, and a a soldier of the militia honed his skills with the bow dramatically. He specialized as a sniper, striking from afar with a longbow, and he took pride in using his skills to keep the city safe. But the militia didn't just secure the city from outside threats. Mort began to grow disenchanted with the militia as time and time again it received orders to use force against the city's own citizens, and those of the region. All the while, the duchess grew richer and more powerful, her critics and political enemies alike going silent. People fought and starved in the streets. Things were bad, and they could not continue.

It didn't take long for Mort to question the duchess' authority. He began to snoop around, trying to find evidence of corruption, but he was caught in the act and arrested for insubordination. When brought before the Duke he was given the chance to recant, but instead Mort attempted to fight his way free. Instead he was defeated by his militia comrades, men and women he'd known for years, and the duchess herself carved an X into his face before ordering his execution. On the way to the prison, however, Mort's father ambushed his captors and slew them. Together they hatched a plan, and on the day of Mort's execution, his father marched to the gallows in his stead. When the Duchess appeared to announce his sentence, Mort planted an arrow in her eye from a roof across the plaza. Father and son planned to escape together in the ensuing chaos, but the daring rescue went awry and his father was wounded. Faced with the prospect of dying alongside his father, Mort fled at his bidding, and ran far, far away.

Going by 'Bowman', he took work as a mercenary in a far-away land. He employed his skills for money to survive, eventually winding up as one member of an escort for a merchant caravan headed toward Fero Province. After spending a few days there the caravan prepared to return, and as usual Mort followed a ways behind it. It was on that return trip that Mort witnessed the Beast. Through his binoculars he caught incomplete glimpses of the thing as it tore the caravan to pieces. He knew that he should try to fight it, but instead he chose to save his own skin and flee back toward Fero. He warned the people of the horrific Beast, but unable to describe it in more detail, he couldn't stop others from going out and never coming back. Since then, Bowman became a common face in the province, a reliable hunter when not addled by drink. Ten years he regretted his second act of cowardice, awash in loathing and guilt, always wishing that he could settle the score with the Beast that came to symbolize his own failure but never daring to. When at long last the crown could stand isolation no more, Mort volunteered to join the expedition. This time, he thought, he did not value his life so much that he would turn away. This time, Mort promised, he would take the long shot. He would accomplish the mission, or die trying.

MOTIVATION: To kill the Beast and escape the anathema that is the province's isolation, or die trying.

GEAR: Blackeye Longbow, binoculars, hunting knife, bedroll, meal haversack (mess kit and ration storage)

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Talic felt tired, but he certainly would have wished for the opposite to be the case or for never having to rest at all anymore. For him there were not one, but two monsters out there: An unknown in front of them, and one he knew all too well behind them -- or rather behind him alone. The overall situation allowed to question once more the wisdom behind remaining silent about his true story: What if any silent killers came at night, but because they were only behind him none of the others would recognize them as a threat until it was too late ? It was a gamble, but on the other hand a gamble no greater than it had been all those previous nights.

He would have wished for a tree. Something high to climb on as it would not only offer additional protection, but also allow to see much further in the morning. Despite the fact that Talic looked as if him climbing up a tree would rather tear down the latter instead of himself going upwards he actually was quite adept at that kind of stuff. One of the few hobbies he had been able to choose out of his own preference alone and therefore all the more precious.

Talic chose to rest on the grass. If he was going to sleep then he would do so with as much comfort as possible, everything else would be a contradiction. He pulled out the large piece of fur and cloth he had taken with him for that kind of purpose, put it on the ground and warpped himself into it subsequently. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep and it even seemed to be a deep one.

[Assistant]
Ardonne gingerly flipped a page, regarding the culinary and medicinal uses of nettles as one of the party was abruptly awoken from his slumber. Initially she just watched Mort. Her eyes were full of questions - out of everyone assembled, it was starting to become apparent that he was the object of her fascination. She was dismissive towards the rest but curious towards Mort. Whatever it was that held her attention would remain unspoken for now; there were more pressing matters at hand.

"What is it," Ardonne hissed as Mort looked to and fro. "Are you frightened?" Even now she spoke with a goading sneer but...it didn't seem intentional. There was a reason, after all, that she had come to be known as a generally unpleasant little shit by the people who knew her. There was no way she was looking for a fight at this time in the morning, surrounded by capable and level headed veterans who'd pummel some sense into her if that's what it'd take. She just seemed to still be ruffled the wrong way by their meeting and a lack of sleep.

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Zahir Rahel

All things considered, they could be in a far worse way on their first night and a far worse position. It was a nice thought, one that comforted Zahir as he pondered on the events of the day as well as the task to come. Their group was certainly one of missfits, strung together in this odd task, but at least they seemed competant.

... Well most of them at least.

The addition of a moody, half suicidal it seemed girl did complicate things, in fact it complicated things a lot. Still it was one more reason why he couldn't back out, now was not the time to begin valuing his own neck over that promise ... or his own concience.

Whatever was in the woods was staying there at the moment, which meant quite a few things, some of which deeply worried the old man, not that anyone would see it behind the mask. If it wasing coming closer, it was worried ... probably about a straight fight over open ground against a bow. However it also meant that whatever it was smart enough to realise that, or was just waiting for an opportunity. Whatever it was, it meant this thing was intelligent.

Gently he moved a hand closer towards his blade, trying to appear as non-hostile as possible while bring prepared enough should a move be made.

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Galia Guardstrike

Galia could hardly sleep. She had stayed silent, happy to let some of the others take charge for now. For the first time in a long time, she was nervous. Those woods, perhaps, were getting to her. They beckoned to her. Whatever happened in there, it was her destiny. After a bit of silent introspection, the brunette realised the cause of her newfound discomfort. When she was on her own as merc, she didn't care whether she lived or died. She could fight without fear and damn the consequences. Death by sword was all she deserved. When she found Elly, she would happily throw herself on a blade to save her lover's life. Death had never, in her life, mattered. But now, it did.

Because for the first time, she had found a cause worth dying for, but one she couldn't. Death equaled failure. The only way to truly be victorious was to slay the beast, find the cure, and return home. Fail any one of those objectives and it would be a miserable disaster. Either way, Galia and Eleanor die. Without Galia, Elly has no hope of survival. Without Eleanor, Galia has no hope of a future. At least, that's what it felt like. Eleanor would probably say something different, but the last thing she needed was for Elly's last words to be about how Galia is strong enough to find love and be happy. The very thought brought a scowl to her features and she glared even harder at the forest. Were someone to spark a match at that moment, the entire wood would burn to the ground.

Now there was this girl, a teenager, who was the black sheep of the group of black sheep. Eleanor had cursed Galia long ago with an instinct of protecting human life, and perhaps she reminded Galia of herself, when she was younger. Angry, stupid, and hungry for more.

Now, what? It would be strategically beneficial to bond with this group of strangers. Already she had learned some of their names, but if they were going to be fighting together it would only make sense for them to be acquainted.

Galia could hardly sleep, but she was good at it. Very good. If she closed her eyes, she could fall asleep upside down with an orchestra playing two feet away, and wake up with the sunrise. It was a skill she had picked up long ago, and one that could hardly be explained to people who hadn't lived the soldiers life for an extended period of time. So if she wanted too, she could stop staring up at the stars and go to sleep. It would be wise. The others wanted to camp, so she would, too. It would be foolish to charge in on the first night and hope for the best, even though that was her plan when she first arrived. Thankfully she wasn't as impulsive as she used to be. And once again...failure of any kind, was not an option.

So she did just that. Galia, with her armor laying beside her, quickly found a light, restful sleep that could be broken at a moment's notice should the need arrive.

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As the quiet of the night drew on, whatever was haunting the treeline had made no further sounds. Those who slept would find their rest uninterrupted, at least as far as it normally was. One could be forgiven for relaxing.

Those who were awake, however, might notice the breeze going dead.

A dark shape moved by the treeline - still in the shadows, but very much within their line of sight as they watched the trees. And then it stepped out into the moonlight, silent as the grave.

A black stag took a few slow, steady paces out of the trees, its hooves practically ghosting through the wild grass. Its tall, skeletal antlers were faintly silvered with cobwebs, as though the branches and foliage of the woods hadn't so much as touched them. The lack of proper lighting against its dark hide cast the stag's face in shadow.

Although its eyes could not be seen, Ardonne would feel it staring directly at her even while she was looking at her old mentor.

In a way nature definitely never intended, the stag's mouth peeled back into an unsettling grin. Its blunt, white teeth gleamed in the moonlight.

[Assistant]
Mort's tense examination of the treeline did not go uninterrupted. Instead he found his senses, so attuned for the slightest disturbance amidst the silence, assailed by the voice and visage of Ardonne. She asked if he was scared, an asinine and tactically unsound course of action. He wanted nothing more than for her to be quiet and let him reconstruct his alertness, but what would get her to shut up faster? If he didn't say anything -his preferred choice of action- she might press the matter, but if he replied the foolish girl might assume that he condoned a conversation and say more.

After a couple moments of internal deliberation, he muttered, "I am no idiot. Fear keeps you alive." He did not take his eyes off the trees, convinced that something lurked in those shadows, seeking the faintest hint of monstrosity in the moonlight.

Some more time passed. Mort couldn't tell how much. He did notice, however, when the gentle, whispering breeze fell silent. With it, the world lapsed into deafness. There were no owl hoots, no opossum hisses, no crickets chirps. Only heavy, oppressive silence.

Until something moved.

The hairs on the back of Mort's neck rose, and a chill crept down his spine. He sat up straight, eyes fixed on the fragment of shadow that pulled away from the amorphous mass. Swallowing, Mort blinked twice to make sure he wasn't imagining things, but the shape did not disappear. "Something's coming," he uttered in a strangled hiss, almost as quiet as the night itself. He couldn't make out its features, but it was larger than a man, and it walked on four gangly legs. Some sort of crownlike adornment sat upon its head, atop a slender, long neck that trended upward. A deer? Not a threatening creature typically, but deer did not act like this. It moved slowly with purpose through the open, straight for the gathering of humans. Could this...could this be?

Mort's hand already lay on his bow. Now he drew an arrow, moving almost imperceptibly slowly, careful to make no sudden moves. This can't be it, this can't be it, he thought again and again, but he could not shake that deadly question: what if it was?


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Height: 6'4"

Weight: 211lbs

Hair Color: Dull Brown

Eye Color:
Left Eye: Green
Right Eye: Hidden beneath Eyepatch, assumed missing
Age: 37

Personality: Taskmage Atreides might be described as sarcastic, disrespectful to anyone who attempts to assert superiority over him, bitter and jaded to the world as a whole. They would not be wrong, but they would not know the whole picture of the Taskmage either. Wandering the lands of the Imperium, doing work for whomever needed his services hardens a man to the suffering and pain the world has. The first to reply to an insult or taunt with a sardonic and often times venomous reply, one would be surprised to note that when the Taskmage takes someone under his protection and tutelage, nothing short of complete obliteration stays his hand when it comes to bettering said person. Such unshakeable loyalty made him a popular hired hand, since once he took the money, he didn't betray his employer until the job, as listed per contract, was complete and someone paid him more to form a new contract. So despite his sardonic comments, his often times unlikeable statements and displeasing aura he seems to have, Atreides is not one to abandon the few that earn his loyalty rather then buy it, regardless the cost to himself.

Weapons:
+Luna (Detailed in main image): A blade forged with equal parts magic and forge work, this weapon is his primary means of fighting in hand to hand, and his only means of armed combat outside his magic. Due to its unique forging process, it acts as a natural focus and can channel both his ritual magics and actual combat spells when in a bind.

+Khopesh Blade: An enigma of a weapon, Atreides refuses to explain the weapon or why he carries it when it serves no purpose that Luna, his main sword, could not possibly do better. It is completely immune to any spells he has ever attempted to cast on it, some far more powerful effect deflecting any overriding enchantments from his rituals, but it never seems to leave his person. Even when lost, its back in his pack within a few hours when no one is looking.

Abilities (Magic):
Taskmage: Rather then specialize in any one specific arcane art, Taskmages are expected to be able to act as the jack of all trades, when referenced against the arcane practitioners of the realm. This comes as a twin edged blade, some seeing an advantage, others, a grave disadvantage. Taskmages will rarely best enemy wizards in the field the hostile mage has dedicated him or herself to, however, Taskmages can command a far greater, and wider, variety of spells without any more training than most normal mages, and generally have a knack for quickly copying spells for their own use, albeit taking time to bring them up to a well trained enough level to be dangerous. Generally, only one to three spells from any one school of magic might be known at any one time, although legends of the predecessors to modern Taskmages make stories of men and women capable of utilizing advanced magic from many different schools, after many years of application and training.

Current Schools Utilized: Electromancy, Geomancy, Pyromancy

Ritualistic Magic: As many times as a Taskmage might be hired to join a Mercenary band to provide a versatile hidden weapon, they are as often hired to prepare and enact various rituals that more dedicated archmages are too busy, or ask too high a price, to do. Protective wards, weapon enchanting, tracking spells, Ritual Magic is generally not seen as a in combat viability for the most part, instead used to prepare for combat before hand, runes and phrases prepared to trigger the effects stored by the rituals. Usually, even with prior preparation, a lengthy phrase must be recited to trigger a rituals effect.

Current Known Rituals:
Weapon Empowerment: (Atreides can currently only activate these on his own specially prepared blade)
+Ignis (Engulfs the Weapon in flames, Atreides most preferred and his go to enchantment)
+Umbra (Cloaks the weapon in shadow, creating an afterimage which reduces enemies ability to defend against following attacks)
+Sol (Encases the weapon in holy Light, highly effective against unholy and daemonic beings. Can also act as an impromptu torch)

Raise Barrier: Arcane (Made of pure energy, vice terraforming or utilizing surrounding natural elements)

Track Object: Living (Supplied with a piece of the target's body, such as hair or fingers, he can glean a general direction in which the target fled. The fresher the sample, the more effective and accurate the tracking is. Only works on targets alive at the time of casting.)

Other: Taskmage Atreides appears to be blind in his right eye, even without the eyepatch covering it, and refuses to discuss the circumstances leading to this happening to anyone besides one specific person.

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Vance found himself in a rather dense forest, teeming with all manner of beasties. He stood back by a trickling stream, his eyes catching those of a majestic buck that had to be as big as a horse, it's antlers seemingly to large to navigate through the woodland without getting caught. Yet, at the sound of talking nearby and the snapping of twigs, the glorious animal bolted, showing that those imposing antlers didn't hold him back at all. Vance smiled at the though, but quickly returned to his reserved guard as he focused more on the voices coming from around the bend.

There were several of them, possibly around four or five give or take, but it almost seemed as if these people didn't actually know each other. For a moment, the thought that this could be a robbery zipped in and out of his mind. It was urgent enough, the people talking were almost awkward in their discussion, rather than the apprehension one would expect in a robbing situation.

After getting a glimpse of the group, he was almost certain that these were other mercs or possibly even Imperium agents. He decided to wait for a moment before revealing himself.

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As various people showed up, Atreides slowly dropped his spell arm to his side, shifting his hands to his pockets vice his sword for now. It would be a matter of a second or two difference to draw his blade back out into a combat ready position. He kept a spell in mind for defensive purposes, just in case, but primarily let his partner do the talking, as she had done so already. Someone seemed to recognize both of them rather than just Crimson, which was odd considering he stuck to the shadows and generally was not one to stand out by choice. Of course, before he had much chance to get in a response in edgewise to any of them, Crimson had already started dragging him off, which he grumbled about under his breath.

Of course, the one lad seemed hellbent on following them, going on about some hyper lethal plant of one sort or another, and snorted, reacting to the man with his own comment. "And your so full of shit your eyes are brown. Unless whatever your babbling on about is a recent addition, last time I passed through Rivenwood, worse natural cause of death you could find here was a whore that's been around the block too many times. Now scurry along kid, before some wart plant jumps up to bite you in the ass."

Was it friendly? Hell no, but it wasn't intended to be friendly. He wasn't looking to be paid for friendly, and with Crimson dragging him along, he was not very pleased with the situation now that he was being hurried along at something other than his own pace.

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This time it was Sable's turn to remain quiet as she let her partner handle the youth that continued to pester them with observations. Of course, she had realized that he was probably just wanting to mess with them, but frankly, they were on a schedule to keep. Well, no, not really, but Sable liked to think they were on one.

She paused in her walking to let Atreides have his fair share of bantering, not really paying attention to their conversation. Besides, something else had caught her focus, the low sound of heavy footprints quickly approaching them. Letting go of her partner's arm, she tensed, narrowing her eyes in the direction directly ahead of them.

Whatever it was, it was big…

"RE-Arch," Sable muttered, summoning her daggers in hand. Her instincts turned out to be accurate. No sooner did she arm herself than the culprit charge out of the forest clearing, aiming its body right for them.

It was huge, impossibly huge. White, blinded eyes seething with age and time gleamed from the darkness as the massive creature raced on all fours towards the trio.

It took the form of an immense, black bear, with fangs that were stained crimson by the blood of the curious. Patches of hair were torn and strewn about from its hide, and both girls could make out the shapes of twigs, knives, mud, and the earth that clung to the creature's mangled coat. Its left flank exuded a strange white color that contrasted with the thick, dark fur; upon closer inspection, Sable saw that half of the beast's ribcage exposed to the open air for all to bear witness.

But that wasn't the most interesting thing to her. As she leapt back from the rabid animal, she caught a glimpse of something shining in its left eye socket. Landing on a tree branch high above, she readied herself to jump back down and engage.

"Atreides."

The Taskmage would have known what she meant by the tone of her voice, slightly more excited than its usual drone.

A green amulet took the place of the bear's left eye. A Legend Relic.

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The sun's departure into evening was lost to those traveling in Rivenwood, given that they had other things to worry about. Miles away from the massive forest lay the ruinous cities of Rexicorg, where the shadows ruled supreme.

The campfire that Yern was heading towards was indeed not expecting any strangers tonight. They themselves were nothing more than weary travelers, staring in fear at something that glimmering in the dark, shining brightly in the fire.

A stone as black as ebony. A black Legend Relic.

As the fire continued to crackle, something inhuman hissed in the shadows. It didn't take long for the travelers to hurriedly pack up their things and move somewhere else, preferably somewhere not so close to the ruins.

In the end, they chose to leave the black Relic behind. No payment was worth their untimely demise, and so the Relic shined without a mark in the flames. The hissing immediately ceased, its owner sensing another presence nearby.

Remaining silent, it retracted into the night, waiting and watching until Yern came into its view. The hunt was on.

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Mal's grin grew only wider at the man's response, "Oh, right. Maybe it was the eastern forests where those flowers were common…"

 He didn't have to be a genius to realize that the pair wasn't looking at him anymore. His ears twitched as he heard the heavy stomping of the beast emerging from the treeline. Mal's eyes caught the flash of silver that became knives at the girl's side. It was only as he heard her not-so-stale tone of voice that Mal finally clued into what was actually going on.

 While the bear in itself was an unnatural monstrosity, he managed to pick out the green glimmer that seemed foreign even to the magical creature.

 The immediacy at which she jumped into action only confirmed his suspicions. Their conversation thus far did not yield their reason for chasing after these relics, so Mal would have to work on the base assumption that they would simply sell the relics back to the Imperium for the high bounty.

 If these things were as powerful as the stories stated, then they could not fall into the hands of the manipulative Capitol.

 If they weren't planning on selling them, well, then he should at least try to help out.

"Well, I may be wrong about flowers, but I won't be wrong about myself."

 His hands gripped the chains on his belt as waves of black-red energy surged from his palms and coated the wrapped layers of chains.

"Snakes… Arise." He whispered. In a rush of wind, the chains uncoiled from around his waist, sending his hooded shirt into a blustery fury as the spiked chains rose to his eye level. Two spikes floated at the sides of his head as his hands remained gripped on the chain remaining around his waist.

 "Now then, aim for the legs. Tangle them as best you can."

 With the command, the two spikes rushed forward as he closed the distance so they could make their mark. Still the razor-sharp grin never left his face as he leaped into action.

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After moving a small distance away from the beast, Megumi thought she heard voices. Voices that sounded like they were in combat. She began to wonder who else would be in a forest like this, and believed the answer to most likely be other mercenaries after the Legend Relics. If there was a fight happening, chances were that there was something either dangerous or valuable there, or perhaps even both. With that thought in mind, she sprinted towards the location of the fight, interested to see what was actually there.

As the voices grew louder, Megumi could actually see the fight now. There were a group of people using a variety of attacks on some sort of bear that was definitely too large and dangerous to be a normal bear. She also noticed someone outside the battle who seemed to be merely observing. Well, there was no one else she could ask. Walking up to Vance, Megumi poked him in the back of the head with her sheathed sword and asked, "What's going on over here?" in a friendly and playful tone.

[Assistant]
Atreides would have had an harsh, unpleasant line ready for the boy that insisted on following them if Crimson hadn't gotten his attention. The noise had him drawing his blade in time to see the bear roaring out of the woods after them. Worst, or best part, was it had a Legend Relic in its eye socket. Bad news, though, was it appeared undead to a degree, and was massive. That made it unlikely to go down easy, and a huge target. Partially good, partially bad then.

"Crimson, keep its attention. Hey, kiddie, try not to be a burden."

Flourishing the blade, he gestured with his offhand in a sharp, downwards direction and, with a muttered phrase, brought down a bolt of thunder onto the Bear. It was a basic spell, but it was highly effective for its basic cost and training. Stepping back to let the other two work, he knelt over his sword, tracing a series of runes over the blade while muttering loud enough to be heard.

"Educ flamma purgatio, ut labore et mercator decumbentem defricabitur mors ab hoc saeculo."

The sword exploded into searing flames, and Atreides rose, making a beeline towards the bear with the full intent of burning the thing to ashes now, conjuring a fireball in his off hand, intending to intimidate as much as destroy the damned bear and claim that eyesocket jewel of its. Money was calling, after all.


[System]
Alias: None
Age: Yes
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon
Occupation: That much varies, but some have humorously referred to him as a 'dragon dragoon'.
Residence: A mountain with its own hot spring inside of a cave.

S - 6
P - 6
E - 6
C - 4
I - 5
A - 8
L - 5

Physical Description: Use this as a basic reference.

You see this dragon man walking by and the first thing you notice - apart from the fact that he's a dragon - is that he is RIPPED. Under his attire, those gray scales of his are formed into the shape of an Olympian athlete. It's a taut form on this tall motherfucker, and it looks like he favors agility over strength, but he ain't lacking in either. Nothing particularly stand-out-ish about his body apart from that, though. Seems he looks after himself, even manages to keep relatively clean while living in the wild. His head has a rough-scale crest flanked by two thick-short horns that point back, and he has emerald-green eyes with rough, jagged iris slits. What you get the impression of - from the way he carries himself to the way he looks at you - that he is not simply man-sized dragon. He is a dragon walking as a man. More on this stuff later.

Personality: Ah yes...the mind of the dragon.

Endrokin is a fairly-straightforward sort of creature. He is generally blunt and vicious, and believes fully in the prowess and dignity of dragons to a fault. That fault is that he is Jingoistic. He finds other beings who are not of his kind to be...lesser. He doesn't automatically hate everything you are about, but you are not up to his standards, in general. You don't have the strength and endurance he has, you're not the warrior he is, and you don't have enough scales. Seriously, he is more concerned over a Kobold than a Human. It's just the way he sees things. And speaking of which, a number of his ways of thinking and modes of speech can be comparable to the popular Beast Wars character, Dinobot. He's a fighter, he's forceful, he can quip well and quip harshly, and of course...he has a temper. So, if you make a mistake when he's around, he will make you pay for it.

However, on top of all this, something else has been weighed upon his mind, and that is the splinters of history. The world is not known to him anymore. Things have changed, gone wrong. Those magic anomalies? They've caused him to have mental anomalies, thinking things are that aren't or never were, forgetting or just not knowing things that ARE and have always been. This world gone mad has done more than tear up the so-called tree of life, but uprooted it, and for him that has changed...much. He is not the dragon he was or necessarily will be, or at least he believes as much. What's in a belief now? He never prayed to any gods, but they were real enough. And now that they're gone...how much will remain real now?

Equipment/Cabilities: Things have changed in Endrokin, as things have changed in the world. He is a magic being, by nature, so...

Mythril Meld Armor - This full set of armor (no helmet) was once several items of notable quality. The abrupt tear from where he was to this place has caused a change, though. In place of many, there is one. The Mythril Meld is a sturdy piece of armor that has taken to pull free aether from the air to increase the return of spiritual energy after its use. The legs assist in jumping and other acrobatic maneuvers. The bracers accompany clawing and beating by hand with fire damage. Most of all, the draconic look of this armor has made it seem like second skin to Endrokin, meaning it does not inhibit him in action. It IS, however, sometimes susceptible to unstable magical fields.

Fang of All Ages - This is a special Adamantine Pole-Arm that was cast in a large and powerful forge with his own help to get it just right. Because the material it's composed of is more about being dense and armor-breaking than particularly magical, the energy fields did not alter it as it had his armor on the return trip. What trip? The trip that will be explained in History, of course. Still, this is just a well-balanced and highly-dangerous double-glaive weapon.

Runic Magic - As opposed to incantation, ki-manipulation, psyonics, or calling to your gods...Endrokin is practiced in certain types of rune inscription magic. That is, create the proper rune, charge it with energy, and make use of it as needed. His rune-based spells included Boosting/Lowering Traits, Detecting/Concealing Magic Auras, Environment Protection, and a Damage Field for people who touch him. The unstable magical fields will likely have some sort of effect on this, but it's difficult to predict. Like...someone might roll a die or something...

Dragon Form - We may have mentioned, but...Endrokin is a dragon. He's been walking around as a dragon MAN, but he is an actual DRAGON. It's all a long story about wars and god-level curses and so on, but the basic gist of it is that he can transform into a large flame-spewing winged dragon. Now, when he DOES, all of his items vanish and he cannot make use of them. This is a shame because his weapon is stronger than his teeth (in terms of density) and his armor is stronger than his scales. In certain ways, he's safer while in humanoid form. THIS form is for destruction and flying and overwhelming strength. Unstable magic fields can have strange effects on him, though, maybe unpredictable ones. Maybe they'll be good or maybe they'll be bad. It all depends. This was already brought about by the death of the gods, as is, so things might get weird...

History: A troubling time...

Things were different for him from the start. Endrokin's life was not as you'd expect, and here is why. He lived in a world that did not have big gigantic scaley dragons. They were people. And he did not live in a world of elves. They were dead, all of them. And the world? It had been at war for a thousand years. Endrokin was sometimes bounty hunter and sometimes mercenary. He'd seen his share of this war. He was raised for battle. He was made for conflict! However, he did not desire this war. His mentor - another dragon calling himself Rattigan Von Krauser - taught him to revel in victory, not mere chaotic bloodshed. All war must come to a purpose, to win! This war, however, was without end. At least, it had been...

That time was lost, though. You see, he and two others - Who were they? Who were they? - were put through a powerful act of Chronomancy, the alteration of time through the forces of magic. Sent back two years before the war began, Endrokin and the others embarked on a journey to change the course of history and prevent the war. However...here is where things get strange. Now, it IS possible for Chronomancy to exist, and a significantly powerful object may be used to conduit its effects onto others to send them back in time. At the point in which they went back, though, time split apart to many possibilities, allowing the world to be forever changed in so many ways.

Now, whatever your time theory is, the fact is that the world of the war became alterable or traversable to other worlds or futures, however you happen to look at it. As a result, the past Endrokin was in became connected to THIS future, or present. And because the death of the gods occurred - with dragons having been affected by a CURSE from the gods - when all magic went haywire, it reached back and SNAPPED him forwards, his curse shattering and affected all things magical that were on him at the time. The curse had been a punishment to all his kind for past acts of incredible brutality, but that had all changed now.

He emerged into the world, an unfamiliar world, changed. He was no longer limited to the humanoid form, but there was a drawback. The sudden travel forwards in time had caused his memory to fail him as he absorbed details from THIS world. It was like someone was writing all over the book of his life, splintering what he recognized and did not as surely as the curse itself was broken. Now, he half-knows this world and half does not. The only things he is sure of is that he will fight and survive and be the glorious creature of the ages that he has always been.

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She sat there. Her eyes were unfocused. Her mind was unfocused. Her shield was still strapped to her wrist, her axeblade embedded three inches into the table. The bartender hadn't complained. Glasses were piled around her, but she didn't feel drunk. How long was it since she had last slept? Did it matter? Did anything matter? She wanted to cry. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to do something, but instead lethargy clung to her, forcing her to pick the glass up and knock back another drink- another that she had lost count of, another that she did not think she would pay.

She needed to do something.

She needed to do something.

So she laughed. It wasn't a pleasant laugh. It wasn't a 'quaint' or 'nice,' or 'happy' or 'joyous' or 'mirthful' or 'drunken' or 'terrified' or any other thousand things. It was a laugh that started as a shriek and ended in one, earning her attention for the briefest of seconds before patrons wisely went back to drinking rather than facing the deranged woman of the church.

There was a man. Her stupor had blocked him from her mind, but there was a man. Standing up, she turned towards him, arm locked with that of a filthy, beast in the form of a green-skinned man. She grunted under her breath, and realised that in that moment she was no better than that beast. She reached for her axe's handle, grabbed onto it. Tugged at it. It wouldn't come loose. She snarled at the inanimate object. She grabbed onto it more firmly, and then she gripped it as hard as she could, wrenching at it with the sort of strength that a woman was not meant to have inside of her. The damned axeblade still would not budge.

She would have to put more effort in. Grabbing the handle with a different grip, she brought the table crashing down to the floor. A plate-shod boot slammed into the wood, and she strained her back to yank it out, working it back and forth through the wood. The bartender moved to stop her, but then it freed itself, the paladin finding herself flat on her arse but with her weapon in her hand once more. "YES!" She said, jubilant for a reason she could not recall. What was she doing? Yes, the man.

Turning, more rotating on her feet, the alcohol hit her at once. A cartful of crates crashing comfortably down upon her cranium. She stumbled, almost toppled like a tree struck for the second-to-last time, but kept herself standing through some feat of witchcraft she herself could not comprehend. She walked to the man, boots hitting the ground, and noted that another talking to him was a priest. Perhaps. The symbol spoke wonders.

She placed her hand, still with the shield on it, on the priest's shoulder, letting out another banshee's laugh. "You and me! We had eyes that are now gouged! We could see! We could laugh, we could love!" She shrieked at the top of her voice, her mirth so great that the alcohol finally dealt the toppling blow, and she fell on her rear once more, head slamming against the front of the bar. She had a stronger head than that though, to be so casually dispatched.

Her shield thumped against the stone flagstones of the tavern as she stood. The man that was offering a job. She stood uncomfortably close to him, her face so close that a lover might wonder if she was going for a kiss, but she wasn't. "Work, you offer?"

[Assistant]
He instantly regretted his decision to say that he was still hiring. The stench of alcohol was permeated within the tavern, but this one woman seemed to be far more intoxicated than Numenar could have hoped to ever be, concluded Urdal as he pulled back a tad. This was definitively not what he had, proverbially, signed up for. She was a woman that had once served the Gods. No idea as to which God it had been, as there were no definitive features he could recognize, although he was not well versed in those matters.

"Yes, work!" He quipped weakly, trying his best not to breathe in again, at least not while as close to her as he was. What with the orc standing to the left of him, the frame of the nonexistent door of the corridor behind him, and her obstructing his front and right. A gulp preceded his attempts to pull away from the woman without making her feel too unwanted or disliked. He threw a glance to Orky and mouthed 'help me'.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: Legally a refugee.

Physical Description/Appearance: Jack's appearance has obviously been tailored from his rough lifestyle growing up, like most young men these days. A calloused and tough-fleshed person, Jack has light, chocolate-brown skin, obviously showing of his African-American descent and heritage. His eyes are a dark gray, with an obvious golden-amber hue, making it a mixture of the three colors. Something that stands out on his otherwise chiseled, defined face, is the multitude of sharp, livid-red scars dotting along the flesh;; The remnants of multiple fights. Jack's physique, much like his appearance has been defined by his lifestyle; muscular, yet defined and lean, giving him the build of a tough, strong, and fast man, body built from sprinting long distances with heavy loads, and lifting heavy items.

His hair is short and black, matching his eyebrows, as in most cases. The young man's clothing consists of the standard Vault's jumpsuit, as per the rules of the Overseers, but with a few practical twists. The top piece of the jumpsuit is usually not on, instead hanging down his waist, exposing the white t-shirt underneath. This generally keeps him cooled down whenever he's in the core of the Vault, working on different things. It's secured by a sewn in, dark-brown utility belt, along with dark brown work boots finishing the look off. The knees of the jumpsuit has built-in pads for when he has to crawl along the hot steel floors. The clothing in the image is most-likely going to be his outfit once he makes it outside of the vault;; It will be found, of course, and different parts looted/upgraded over the course of the days.

Biography: A long time ago, a bleeding, scarred man with a mohawk and goatee entered the Vault...he was known as a refugee, considered scum by some of the more 'pure' members of the Vault. With him, he carried in his arms as similarly-dressed young woman, bleeding from numerous slashes and holes in her soft form. The doctors swarmed, and the man and woman was taken to the medic-bay. Years passed, and the same woman became pregnant. In the end, the man from before - now bald with a beard - carried the woman, once again, to the medic-bay. There was some problems with the birth. The woman died that day. However, with that loss, came an addition of life. One life loss for another life's beginning. That's where Jackdaw 'Jack' Missouri came into the world. Life growing up, as the son of a raider, definitely wasn't the best. He was pushed around, called 'impure' or 'dirty', and became tough from it.

He helped out his dad as a maintenance worker, cleaning pipes, carrying large boxes of tools, and crawling through compact spaces. The man taught Jack to be a man - how to shoot a gun, whenever they weren't busy with work. That was taught with the help of an old pellet rifle. He was taught how to fight with a knife, how to handle people with his fists, and some other wasteland knowledge the old Raider knew of. He wanted Jackdaw to be better than he was, and that's just how life was. "A man has to do, what a man has to do." Was dad's old motto, and Jack lived by it. Time passed, bullying eventually turned into fights, and a few close-calls passed by. In the end, his father was too old to survive, old illnesses acting up, and he died. Jack continued to graduate Vault School, now officially 'parentless'. A rather average life, right? Wrong. Unknown to him, life in the Vault was going to become a bit less...civil.

Work Test Results: Surprisingly, Vault Security Chief. He had expected a maintenance worker, but his practicality must have been calculated into combat situations. It suits him fine;; he's a natural crackshot, and a good scrapper.

Other: Skills - Repair, Melee, Guns, Survival.

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Seems that everyone was to preoccupied to care about her. Still at least she wouldn't be alone even if they didn't listen to her. It was a bit disappointing that their wasn't a spare gun but then again it could be worse at least they had some. The only reason she wanted one was so she could take care of herself but if their weren't enough to go around it was probably better to have their best armed with what little they had. Ruth decided to pick up a bag that looked in alright shape as she didn't want it splitting open. Looking through her bag it was pretty basic stuff.

After a few minutes their was a very load noise followed by a beam of light. The vaults door had been opened and their was a warm breeze coming from outside. Ruth decided to walk slowly towards the exit gradually getting used to the Suns brightness. Once outside she scanned the horizon looking at what was left of the world. All she saw was dusty wrecks from a much better time. "Dead in the vault or dead outside the vault" Ruth muttered to herself wondering how they could live outside. The only thing that kept her going was knowing that the refs who came to the vault managed to make life for themselves out here and their blood flowed in her veins.

Ruth just stood silently not sure what to do or say. It was only when people started talking about what they should do and were they should go. The general consensus seemed to be that they should find some shelter which she agreed was a good start. She heard Jerry mention about splitting into smaller teams which seemed like a terrible idea as it would be easier for people or some irradiated monster to pick them off one by one. Another boy spoke up she thought his name was John or something similar and he mentioned picking up radio signals which might be promising as it showed people were living out here but then again the signals might be trap used to lure in unsuspecting travellers. Ruth believed she had to make her voice heard and tell them her opinion "well I agree we should all head in the direction of those buildings otherwise we will die without shelter. Also it's no good us splitting up otherwise we're just a bunch a small easy targets and it's much safer in numbers. Another thing we can't be to trusting around any of these waste landers as they are desperate for any supplies. Lastly I think we need a leader so we can have a representative for when we do meet people so we can send one person to talk to them on behalf of the group". Ruth let out a huge breath after that long speech she just gave. After getting her breath back she was slightly red feeling a bit embarrassed as she never was one for public speaking.

[Assistant]
"Leaving me behind wasn't very nice, y'know." said the stranger, making Jolene jump for the umpteenth time today. "Mr. Bogeyman down there almost killed me." he continued, referring to the mutant that had just plummeted to its death, moments ago. Jolene felt ashamed at having basically left a person to die at least twice today. His voice seemed slightly tremulous, showing the intense stress that everyone in the vault was feeling. Jolene was about to apologise when the sound of a gun cocking interrupted her, prompting her to turn, facing the Vault enterance where the noise had came from. A small group stood opposite them, each of them somewhat recognisable, with one in particular holding the gun, albeit not aimed at either Jolene or the guilt-tripping newcomer. "Yeah, this place isn't safe. We're headin' out." he finally stated. "I won't stop you from leaving." he mentioned, before turning back to the Vault door, only for two more new arrivals to suddenly show up - with one of them bizarrely crawling on all fours.

Jolene faced her messy haired companion and voiced her concern "We should leave before more of those things realise there's no one left and decide to climb up the elevator." With one more glance towards her new companion, she followed the other four men out of the vault, leaving behind everything that she ever knew. Her parents...she had already saw her father die, all those years ago, and her mother had passed not too long ago. It was hard, so very hard to cope, but for now, she had to push all of that to the back of her mind. Tears welled in her eyes, but Jolene attempted to put on a professional facade, exiting the dry wooden door after the others. The blaring of the sun certainly slapped her in the face like a strong hand, but it only affected her one visible eye - she covered that with the back of her hand, carefully glancing around at the others. She didn't know them, having been a year ahead of them all in school, but some of them were familiar. The large guy, for instance; she often tutored him whenever she had time, per his parent's request. His name was Jerry a... nice guy. The others, she didn't know all that much. However, her eye was immediately drawn to the guy leaning against the side of the cave - the one that had been crawling. "Oh no..." She whispered, rushing over to the man. Her first-aid kit was immediately slapped open, and Jolene glanced at the others. "Do any of you know what happened to him?" Now that things were calming down, she could finally focus on the thing she was actually good at, before her emotions spilled over. Her voice remained calm and steady, professional...like a real medic, she hoped.

As the small girl started ranting about what they needed to do, Jolene glanced over to her, her right eyebrow raising slightly. "I believe that we should get somewhere I can treat this guy better. I also believe that..." She peered closer, before turning back to injured guy, taking out one of the eight Stimpacks from her kit, "A 'leader' isn't necessary at this moment. Sending one person out to talk seems foolhardy, considering we don't know how violent these, uh...Wasters are." Having said this, Jolene then lightly flicked the needle edge of the Stimpack with her finger, experimentally sending some liquid flying through the air.