[System]
Actual Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race/Faction: Werewolf / Silver Moon

Height: 5'6"

Weight: rude

Bio:
Alissa led an average American life in New York. Born to a pair of average parents, with an average 2.5 children (they adopted the other half) and average extended family, she grew up to be an average girl. Her average grades prevented her from attending a not-average college right out of high school, so she instead took an average route of getting a job as a waitress. Her slightly-above-average appearance earned her slightly-above-average tips when combined with her peppy attitude and service. While she desired a break from her average life, she realized that all she really wanted was for her average, comfortable life to continue as it was.

Her break came to her in the form of a lone customer on a rainy night. She felt herself attracted to his rugged appearance, as it reminded her of her desire to no longer be average. His wolfish grin charmed her, and over the course of the night she got to know and ultimately decided to start dating the man. He brought adventure to her life, and she loved every moment of it. Their dates took them to out-of-the-way diners in places of the city she had never dreamed of going. She soon found herself falling head over heels for the man.

One day she arrived early to meet him for a date, only to find him dealing drugs in an alley. He tried to explain himself, but she put her finger to his mouth; she loved him, and she was willing to overlook shady dealings for her honey. Her boyfriend seemed immensely relieved - more relieved than Alissa expected him to be. The date continued as planned, and the next day he asked her to meet him and his family. It turned out that he was a werewolf, and his "family" was the Silver Moon.

She was given a choice: become a werewolf and share the secret as a member of Silver Moon, or forget about her boyfriend and Silver Moon entirely. Her love and her desire to break completely from her average life won out, leading her to joining Silver Moon. She was turned, and spent the next two days caged as she got used to the new instincts and urges that come with being a werewolf. Tragedy awaited her when she was freed: her boyfriend had been the target of the murderer's latest attack. Luckily, he had been found before he died, but he was hospitalized in serious condition.

Thus her job in Silver Moon began. She took up her boyfriend's job and used her earnings to pay her boyfriend's medical bills. Alissa's old, average life was over.

Personality: Alissa is secretly a peppy, happy-go-lucky kind of girl, but puts up a facade of being cool and laid-back. This facade is especially strong when on the clock, as she feels drug dealers need to be cool and collected in order to be "trusted".

Powers:
* Intimidate: Alissa channels her feral aura, cowing even those who are stronger than she.
* Feral Call: Alissa calls in help with a loud cry, summoning wild dogs and any other werewolves nearby.
* Growing Powers: Alissa is still growing into her werewolf powers, resulting in increased healing. In exchange, her speed and strength are less than that of other werewolves.

Other: Her boyfriend was unable to identify his attacker, as he was taken from behind.

[User]
A ceiling fan slowly rotated overhead, barely blowing onto the long table down below. The room had once been lavish, the far wall lined with various alcohols, the table itself a mahogany piece, but the atmosphere felt too solemn to enjoy any luxuries.

Bastian entered, locking the door behind him. Strolling forward, he placed a singular pizza down onto the table, one piled with toppings and tasting strongly of garlic. Normally meetings mandated larger amounts of food, but this was no such time; he only brought the pie out of formality anyways. The leader always provided food for meetings.

Taking a seat, he deeply inhaled a cigarette, and took a long stare over the room. Only a small handful present, though among them was Calava. It was no surprise his top enforcer was alright. Still, sitting nearby was the new member- Alissa. She was still a pup, learning the ropes. Bastian withdrew the cigarette, and exhaled a large cloud, sifting out from behind his teeth.

"I trust you're all aware of the nature of our meeting." he began, "So I'm going to cut to the chase. We have an assassin thinning our ranks, and I don't know if it's a human hunter, a turncoat from our own, or some vampire got too big for his fucking boots, but I want his head on a stick."

Gritting his teeth, he ground the butt into an ash tray.

"To make matters worse, we can't strike until we've confirmed his identity. If we strike the Blackbloods and it's a Human monster hunter, we waste resources and lives on a war while they're still hammering us. The other way around, and we're just drawing attention while the leeches laugh their asses off." the werewolf growled, momentarily gritting his teeth before composing himself.
"I've already contacted other cells, and told them to spread the word to all members. They'll pack heat and lay low while we settle things here. The initial panic is over, so we can focus on what's important."

"The rest of the meeting will be dedicated to the identity of our wannabe woodsman. Potential leads, areas of interest, and creating a spy network. Any questions?"

[Assistant]
"GodDAMNIT, Sleepy! I'm up to my eyeballs in paperwork, and you two seem hellbent on givin' me more with every case!", Police Chief MacStache pulled a report out of the drawer and slapped it on the table, "I mean, what in the hell is this report supposed to be!? You ran over Kurt Cobain?"

"The shambling, bloodsucking corpse of Kurt Cobain, actually. Important distinction."

"I don't care if it was the Queen of motherfuckin' Sheba! It's bad enough that you two chucklefucks are takin' up valuable broom closet space, but you seem to think that you gotta waste the precinct's goddamn time while yer at it!"

"But that's what-"

"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S 'WHAT REALLY HAPPENED', YA BIG DUMB BASTARD!", He jabbed a finger at the report, "You really think the commissioner is gonna believe your reports!? I mean, look at this shit! 'Unfortunately, the body disintegrated during processing due to being left in direct sunlight'? Really? You think anyone's gonna buy that?"

"Well, yeah, it's a little hard to swallow, but-"

"Yeah, I know, I know. 'But that's what happened, Chief!' 'I dunno know what you want us to do, Chief!' 'That son of a bitch was askin' for it, Chief!'", MacStache looked down at his desk, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath.

"Look, Sleepy, I know you and the kid are tryin' yer hardest. Hell, two of ya might just be the best damn beat cops this city's ever had, but I can't keep coverin' for ya, understand? I got a career ta think about, the wife and kids ta take care of...", he sighed, "I got priorities, alright? Just- try an' keep it normal, just 'till things blow over. Commissioner's been ridin' my ass about the Siberians lately."

"I'll do my best, Chief.", Sleepy mumbled. He fidgeted as he leaned against the wall, "Sooo..."

"Yeah, yeah.", MacStache grumbled tossed Sleepy a set of heavily-worn car keys, "Yer squad car is down at the impound lot."

"Thanks, Chief.", said Sleepy, catching the keys as he opened the office door.

"And quit usin' it to run things down!", the Chief grunted, "Fenders can't take it."

"No promises!", Sleepy called as he jogged out the door.

"Bastard.", MacStache grunted as he withdrew a flask from his desk's bottom drawer. His wife had told him to quit drinking, but hey.

No promises.

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It was just another day as usual on the force for Eddie Ben. Early today, as per usual Eddie attempted to request additional broom-closet space. It was cramped in the Peninsula with Sleepy, he had hardly any personal space in there. Of course, it was always denied, but Eddie hoped that one day, the Precinct would acquiesce his petition.

Ah well, at least he already finished up his report regarding that incident in the Queens. At least they didn't have to run him down and fuck up the fenders this time. And so was the situation they had now.

Eddie paced about in the interrogation room as he eyed a somewhat twitchy man who had cuffs locked on over his Chinese-knock off Donald Duck costume. The damn suit was glued on, and the fact he kept flailing around before getting put into the interrogation room didn't help any. Course, this bastard was going back to the Drunk Tank soon. But not just yet, as Eddie needed to get some information out of him while he was still fresh.

This town was a dying whore, and she was infested with crime. If this son of a bitch had even the slightest bit of information about higher crime lords, Eddie would get it. Eddie paced back towards the desk and sat on a backwards facing chair. He gazed into the soul-less eyes of that duck costume wearing man.

"Why were you in Chinatown?"

Nothing. The perp said nothing.

Eddie stared unamused before asking again, "Why were you in Chinatown?"

The suspect tapped his foot on the floor, as he glanced towards Eddie. Shaking his head the officer tapped on a manilla envelope. He was thinking of a different method to go about the interrogation. Perhaps it was the time to establish some common ground. He needed to get this bastard to think he wasn't his enemy. Then he could take that bastard down.

"So you like Donald Duck?"

The suspect, didn't do anything for a moment. He then shook his head from side to side before muttering out a slurred out "No." There was a bit of silence as Eddie observed the suspect. "Shays gud bucks fer -" The suspect grumbled out before hiccuping.

He had something to go off of.

"For what?" Eddie inquired.

Rolling his head back, the costumed suspect hiccuped again before his head slammed against the desk. Eddie stared at him for a moment. Well shit. The officer had no choice but to get him back to the drunk tank. He would need to wait for the bastard to sober up, before he could interview him some more.

Eddie walked out of the interrogation room as he waved over a fellow cop. "Hey, the perp needs to get back to the tank. Mind getting him back, I'm gonna take a smoke-break." Eddie reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette and started strolling towards the exit.

That's when he saw Sleepy charging out of the Chief's office, carrying the keys. Right, well Eddie guessed it was time for business. He walked towards his partner and spoke, "So what was the Chief on about? Think he'll call me in regarding the new report about that dwarf who eating those missing cats completely whole?"

[Assistant]
Alissa was all sorts of uncomfortable.

First there was the restlessness. The insufferable, endless urge to move, to prowl, to hunt. She'd been told before that this was to be expected, and that it was a sign that she was growing as a pup. However, that didn't make it any easier to bear. The human in her fought to control the urges, to reign them in, and on the whole it succeeded. However, that war within her head didn't make her any more comfortable staying still - in fact, it had quite the opposite effect.

However, she'd been living with the sensation for two weeks already, so it wasn't the main factor at play. No, that was the meeting she was attending. As the newest member of the pack, Alissa was completely uncomfortable being brought into the presence of so many higher-ups. The childish pup in her screamed that she was in trouble, and the human in her froze with nervousness. One misstep and she was toast, and her life with her boyfriend ruined.

The solemnity of the atmosphere also served to put her on edge. She honestly had no idea why she had been called in to participate in so important a matter, but that mattered little at this point. Here she was, and here she would stay.

The smell of garlic made Alissa's eyes and mouth water as Bastian set the pizza onto the table. As it was her first important meeting, Alissa incorrectly assumed the pizza was for his enjoyment only, and her desire to keep a strong and cool front stopped her from asking for a slice. She even managed to keep her desire from showing outwardly!

As the important business was conducted, Alissa listened intently. The gravity of the situation made each word resound within her mind. Soon, though, a question joined the resounding words, and it slowly grew within her.

Thus, when Bastian asked for questions, her mouth moved faster than her cool charade could prevent. In a voice somewhat more cheerful than it should have been, Alissa's question flowed out of her mouth and into the room: "Why haven't we asked the police to get involved?"

Shit. She blew it.


[System]
Awakened: 100
Mind [35] | Body [40] | Spirit [25]
Facsimile: N/A

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Nagashima, Masato
Identity: Completely average in looks, smarts, and popularity, Masato only manages to score towards the top of the class due to sheer hard work and tons of exam cramming. He always seems to have his nose to the grindstone in order to keep up with his peers, hardly ever letting up on his studies or responsibilities. His reputation at school is mostly a good one, since he makes himself available to help any student in need - as the president of Kuroshio Ogata Junior High's student council, it is his job after all.

Though he may have earned the respect of most of his peers (something he's proud of), it was hard to say that Masato is actually well liked by them. It wasn't like he was elected to his position either, he got it simply because no one else wanted it, a win by default. His personality is one that runs both hot and cold as if he's struggling to suppress part of himself - most likely his temper, which caused him trouble in his earlier years. Masato has come to be known as someone that will help you out, even if he'd click his tongue and say he should knock some sense into you while he does it, though he is much harsher with troublemakers and rule-breakers. The sound of his grumbling or shouting isn't that rare a thing in Kuroshio Ogata Junior High's halls. On the flip side, he brushes people off if they don't need anything from him. He's never spotted outside of the junior high, the cram school, or on his way straight home from either. He doesn't open up to others, so he has few if any close friends.

Taking everything into account, he has high potential to be chosen for the study abroad program if he can just keep his grades up. He's been trying hard to become a respectable member of society in the future - hopefully one far away from this small town. Although, Masato wasn't always like that. His brother Akito, older by five years, has had a big impact on him and shifted Masato's focus into becoming a "better person," though it wasn't a positive impact.

Akito has always caused trouble for others. Currently he's graduated highschool and has become a layabout in the Nagashima home with no plans for the future. With parents that just enable him, the only one he catches flack from is Masato. Fighting between the brothers is a common occurrence, sometimes escalating to physical confrontations. In the past, the two of them were closer - when Akito was running wild in his school years and bringing up his little brother to be just as much of a nuisance as he was. A bully and petty criminal, Akito couldn't have a weak sibling for other delinquents to take advantage of. It looked like Masato was on his way to following in Akito's footsteps, until a certain incident ended up hurting a friend who suffered the consequences. That opened Masato's eyes to how much of a jerk his brother really was, and he started condemning Akito rather than following his orders.

Now, Masato is determined not to turn out like that - he doesn't want to cause problems and have other people clean up his messes anymore. The new mindset is the reason he joined the student council when he entered middle school in the first place, has been trying to rein in the bad attitude his youth instilled in him, and is working to earn a spot among those chosen to go overseas.
Peculiarity: Masato is extremely dexterous, with superior aim and hand-eye coordination. The school's small baseball team was bitter to lose him to the student council. Besides just pitching or catching, Masato also fields requests from other students to thread needles or help put together model kits. It's not an exaggeration to say he has some of the steadiest hands in school, though its a wonder why when his attitude is anything but. And yes, he is the best at juggling in his class. Besides that he's got a high pain tolerance and a good constitution, recovering from colds in record time.

[User]
Clearing, ???

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Mentions: @Yankee@OwO

This was it, huh?

Dying beside your peers, against beasts beyond your comprehension.

Life was pretty unfair, wasn't it? Being born in a backwater town where your only talent wouldn't get the recognition it deserved, covered in obscurity by a few jealous seniors.

You couldn't make your mark in the world, and now this is where life has lead you.

Dying in an unknown world, one where only a few will remember you...

Kogen's eyes fluttered as he slowly succumbed to his fate, the pain that radiated through his body becoming more unbearable as the bearwolf crushed him. Despite this, he still had some willingness to fight in him, the barest remnants of his instincts flaring from within.

Kogen launched an arm up, grasping hard on the bearwolf's arm. Maybe if he allowed himself to get torn up by this beast, if he squirmed just enough, Masato could crawl out from underneath him. It's the least he could do, after all.

He was too out of breath to really do anything else.

As he squirmed, Kogen noticed a glint in the sky. Was this a... hallucination? Were his delusions becoming real in his death throes? No, it couldn't be... is that Inaba, falling from the sky? Did a branch break, or... no. Her movements, stiff as they may be, seemed deliberate.

... Are you just going to sit and watch, or are you also going to fight?

The boy's body moved swifty, though he wasn't sure if it was entirely of his own volition. It's almost as if seeing his classmate's will to fight despite being totally dead filled Kogen with a deep-seated sense of resolve. He continued to grasp on the bearwolf's arm, digging his nails into its flesh as the pain that surged through his body began to disappear. His other hand clutched the hammer tightly, waiting for just the right opportunity to act. Fo fight.

The air that escaped his lungs was instead replaced with fire.

As soon as Inaba made impact, Kogen swung his hammer into the one of the bearwolf's elbows, throwing all his might into the blow. From its weakened grasp, Kogen used the counteracting momentum of his swing and the bearwolf's movment to throw his own body to the side while still clinging to the monster's arm.

Nothing else matters anymore. The only thing you need to do is kill it.

And so, Kogen would do so, raising the hooked side of the hammer and jamming it into the bearwolf's neck, before ripping downward.

[Assistant]
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As if it wasn't obvious enough, Asahi really started to hate this place.

All that dogpiling of the toughest guys in the class and all that beating he did on the wolfbear's head, and the freaking monster looked like it wasn't even hurt. To add insult to injury, it seemed that the class was doing more damage to themselves than to these freaks of nature. Duncan's intestines were flopping out of his slashed belly and poor Yuki was out there somewhere, his right shoulder probably broken beyond repair as he was thrown like a ragdoll somewhere.

Asahi was now face-to-face with the wolfbear, all its eyes focused on the pink-haired lad. Blood matted on the fur on its head, or was it Asahi's? He wasn't sure anymore but he did believe one thing was a hundred percent certain: he was going to die right then and there.

"C'mon, asshole!" Asahi shouted once again, his rage more imminent now than before. Despite the hopelessness of his situation, he was still angry about the animal, about their situation, practically about everything. He gripped what remained of his branch and raised it at eye level so the wolfbear could see it.

"I'm not afraid of a disgusting beast like you. You're going to die here and now." He said to the beast, maintaining eye contact with it as he spoke with stone cold conviction. Asahi wasn't sure how he could speak so calmly like that but he had to do anything to keep the wolfbear's attention at him and give the others a chance to escape.

He made a quick rundown of his options. While he and Sasuke attended martial arts classes together, Sasuke was the far superior fighter out of the two of them. With his lack of sheer strength, Asahi made up for it with his reflexes and agility. He reckoned if he could, and that's a big 'if', try and outrun the wolfbear, make it so Asahi could have a way to direct it towards the blazing fire from the bus wreckage. It was barely a plan but he was desperate for anything at this point.

Just then, he was surprised when Duncan made a beeline straight for the beast. Asahi had no idea where he got the strength to do such a thing as Duncan was now shouting at Asahi to run away just as he struck at the wolfbear, aiming at his neck.

"Tch. Stop trying to be a hero, dumbass!" Asahi yelled back. What will running away do for them anyway? Even if he could manage to get away, Asahi wasn't totally sure if the others were still alive or even barely at one piece. The beasts could still chase after them, never stopping until all of them were dead.

Asahi ran fast towards the wolfbear, taking the chance that it would be somewhat incapacitated from Duncan's attack. "Why don't you just... He leaned down to quickly pick up a large stone then jammed what's left of the stick at the animal's eye before slamming the stone at it like hammering a nail. "...Die!"


[System]
Apparent Age: 25
Race: Fallen
Appearance:

Wings:

Viture: Kindness - previous
Sin: Wrath

Possessions: Clothing, some money, 2 Glock 22's, several clips, pendant, keys, rebuilt 1966 Mustang Convetible, numerous historical books, wallet, two daggers

Residence: Elishava resides in a low rent apartment in a ten story walk up. It is a single room place with an old mattress as a bed, chair used as a tv stand for an old black and white, a small stove for cooking and claw foot tub in the corner.

Skills: Driving, pistol, knife fighting, hand to hand hard martial arts, take downs, seduction, throwing

Fallen Powers: Flight, Shape Shift (Snake), Sin Touch (Wrath), Inhuman Speed, Inhuman Perception, Possession

Demeanour: Once the Seraphim of Kindness and Compassion her attitude has fallen far and very quickly. She now would rather fight than help others. Her heart is cruel and self serving at this point and she has no remorse for how she acts, figuring it is better to use people than to be used.

History: Elisheva was once known by another name, one of the first Seraphim and the most recently Fallen. During her time as a Seraphim she was sent to earth to help the most troubled of souls. Ones whose spark of love and compassion were buried beneath turmoil. Being such a kind and compassionate Seraphim she grew closer to her charges than most, feeling a strong bond and empathy with them. Several times she grew to care more for her charges than other Seraphim did.

 This caused her great pain but she used each prick of pain to keep driving her forward. That was until her last charge. The two grew very close, too close, and the Seraphim fell deeply in love with him and it seemed that he had as well. That was until he learned the truth of her and everything fell apart. He withdrew and pushed her away even though her kind and compassionate way was willing to work through everything and even give up her place as a Seraphim to be with him as a human.

 It was not enough and she felt played and toyed with the more she looked back at everything. His sin was Pride and it corrupted her with a broken heart and Wrath. Now she is known as Elisheva, meaning God is my Wrath, and is set on drowning her pain by inflicting rejection and anger on others. God help the man who tainted this once brilliant light of Heaven, for if their paths cross he will no escape what he created of her.

[User]
Smoke hung heavy within The Inferno and the stench of sweat and grim only seemed enhanced by it. Bringing out the subtle hint of death and decay that swirled with it from between the floor cracks. Remains of past brawls wedged between each like a sickening grout between tiles.

 At the back most corner of the broken down establishment a stage sat that was surrounded floor to ceiling with chain link fence; an obvious barrier to keep the rowdy masses at bay when needed. Upon the stage sat the usual equipment a band would need to perform and said band quickly moved out from behind the door hinged into the wall; the only access point to the stage save a sturdy pair of steel cutters.

 As the house band, The Taint, took the stage Elisheva picked up a smoldering half ashed cigarette from its resting place against the edge tin ashtray. The butt kissed with crimson lipstick from Sera. Elisheva inhaled deeply, the soft crackle of embers resonating to her ears as the cherry flared up.

 Dark eyes watched the Fallen one with obvious interest from his seat at the end of the bar. He could have been thought of as rougishly handsome had he cleaned himself up. A strong jawline and chiseled features paired nicely with the muscular physique. Mores the pity it was hidden beneath too worn jeans and a scraggly flannel shirt that had see much better days.

 He stood up, towering slightly over the average patron and pathetically attempted to saunter over to Elisheva with a dastardly grin on his lips. Grasping the mug of warm beer in his mits, he took a long pull as he came up to her; belching slightly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

 "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he said with a smile tugging at the corner of his features. Elisheva paid him no mind as Sera took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest. "I said.." he began as he was cut off when Elishevas hand quickly cupped his mouth with her hand to silence him.

 "I heard you the first time," she retorted as she held the smoldering butt between her lips. Sera smirked coldly as the man ripped Elishevas hand from his lips and glared angrily towards her. Elisheva could only laugh in icy fashion as her wrist was held tightly in the man's rough grasp.

 "Listen you bitch, I was just being friendly," he snarled as his grip tightened.

 "Oh this is not going to end well," Sera muttered beneath her breath as she reached to the underside of the counter behind her. Her fingers curling against the long leather braided whip that she kept there for when moments such as this reached their inevitable height.

[Assistant] *Uzza walks silently his leather outfit along with his cloak was adorned today. Clear sign that he had owed a favor causing for his eyes to go from their usual blue grey coloration to an icy steel. He opens the door to the inferno with a barely audible slam his usual mood turned to an icy anger as he walks into the inferno. the only noticeable sign that the favor had involved killing was a small splatter of blood on his face and a small barely noticeable tear in his glove. He pauses somewhat seeing the commotion a small barely noticeable smirk appears on his face a sign that wrath was still in him as of this moment and that his usual quite self was gone. With a flourish he sits next to the woman being grabbed by the man leaning against the bar arms casually braced behind him. He faces forward but his cloak has parted enough for a gleam to come off of the scythe on his hip. It seems he is playing with them seeing what will happen with the current situation*

[User]
The door of The Inferno squeaked as it was pushed open, garnering the attention of Sera. Slowly pulling the whip from its resting place behind her she hooked it to her belt, covertly keeping a drifting eye on Elisheva in the meantime.

 There was tension between the newly Fallen one and the simpleton. It hung heavy in the air as swirling tendrils of smoke wafted towards the ceiling from the smoldering cherry of the cigarette held between Elishevas ruby lips. The cancer stick flicked slightly as she rolled her lips in. Reaching up and pulling it from between her lips, her tongue gliding over the dry patch left by the butt as she looked towards the new comer and locked eyes with him.

 The man's grasp on Elishevas wrist kept tightening as she ignored him, his muscles straining some causing a noticeable tremor to reverberate down Elishevas arm. Sera arched a curved dark brow as she stepped over to the one whom had just seated himself next to Elisheva and took note of the glint of weapon. Her eyes flashing grey for a moment as she looked at him, reading is aura and smirking slightly.

 "Seems to be gearing up to be an interesting evening. What can I get for you?" Sera asked the newest arrival.

 "Listen woman, I'm talking to you," the drunk spat. Elisheva did not faulter on her gaze to the new comer as the cigarette was pushed into her assailants hand, searing the flesh on contact. He released and Elishevas now free hand speedily moved to the back of the man's head and drove it face first into the edge of the bar top. The man sunk to the ground holding his now fractured nose beneath his burned hand, the blood streaming down his face as his eyes watered.

 "Hello," Elisheva said nonchalantly as she placed the cigarette back between her lips.

[Assistant]
"let's go get drunk." Akseli piped up, not moving his arm from its place across his eyes. "You're upset, right? People get drunk when they're upset."

A sigh from the other man allowed a smirk to alight itself onto his face as he waited for the higher being's inevitable response.

"Angels cannot get-"

"Drunk. Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I can't." He snorted, hoisting himself into a sitting position. "And maybe just the act can change your mood; who the hell knows."

"You should learn to abstain from-"

"Sinful acts. I know that one too." Akseli stood up and stretched, grabbing his brass knuckles and pocketing them before making his way out the Shul doors. "You really need new material."

The scuffle against gravel alerted the young man to his guardian's following. "It's dangerous to be out on the night of a freshly Fallen." Aharon warned from behind the careless boy. "Imagine my power, with no inhibitions. And they're here, in Santa Muerte. Fallen flock here like bird to seed."

"And yet you're the one that turns into a bird." Was the biting reply. "I can take care of myself."

"Around humans, perhaps." Came the mutter from behind him.

"What?"

"I'm just adamant you stay careful and pick no fights tonight."

"We all know that ain't happening. Seriously, why do you even still try with me?" They made it to the doors of the Inferno and Akseli stepped in, stopping with a smirk at the scene of a man's face being introduced to the bar before him. "Call it quits and go help someone who wants it."

Silence was his reply, and he turned with a raised brow to his guardian.

"Can't handle all the sin?" He teased, going over and sitting at the only two empty seats at the bar, pulling the Seraphim down next to him and grinning at the bloodied face two stools down.

"Why must you sit next to one gallivanting around with weapons on display?" Aharon asked, ignoring the other's jab. With a cursory look around the bar, he flashed his eyes and Read those nearest to him, muscles tightening and his whole body shifting closer in protection to his charge.

A smirk and raised eyebrow was the only reply as Akseli waited for the bartender to acknowledge him. She must be a little busy with the current predicament, and he wasn't going to be an ass and demand attention from her.

[User] *Uzza watches the man go down and smiles well... his lips move somewhat into what could be thought of as a smile and he holds up a finger to both and stands walks over to the guy and grabs him dragging him to the door by the shirt he then tosses him outside. The least violent scenario he was capable of. If the guy decides to go back inside well.. that is when he will get more violent. With a nod he walks back over to where he was and sits back down his voice sounds like what a storm would if it talked* "I will take your strongest drink..." *his hood now down as if to signify that he was not going to harm them he then looks over at Elisheva "Hello to you as well". His face more visible along with the small blood spot on his face his black hair only slightly messy. His eyes more blue grey then the icy steel they were but they still hold a hint of wrath just enough that if he is pushed wrong the scythes on his hips might end up lodged into something living*

[Assistant]
What could only be described as a witches cackle broke from behind the tightly closed lips of Elisheva as the broken man was sufficiently tossed out the front door. She rose her shot glass to the man who took the trash out for her in approval once Sera had refilled it for her.

 Snuffing out the final ash of the cigarette she flicked it in no direction in particular. A coy grin passed her lips as she brought the shot glass to her mouth; tossing it back quickly she let the shot burn its way down her throat.

 "His is on me Sera," Elisheva said as she tossed a wad of grimy worn bills on the bar top.

 "Nah, it's on me tonight," Sera quipped as she pushed the money back over to Elisheva. Grabbing another glass she placed it in front of the man and winked as she filled it up; the liquid slightly fogging the material as it lay in its cylindrical prison.

 "To the newly Fallen, may your Wrath burn eternal and make Gabriel shit himself to know Kindness fell," Sera exclaimed with Pride.

 "To me!" Elisheva chuckled with a wink. "So, have a name?" she asked the man next to her.

 Turning Sera looked at the two newest arrivals and sauntered over to them with a sultry smile playing on her lips.

 "What'll you have?" she asked as she leaned against the bar.


[System]
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Skills:
-Fun fact: If you wrestle you run a lot.
Cutting for one's weight class made Jason a very avid runner. He can run for long periods of time, up to 5 about miles a day.
-I can pin things. After that... Uh, not sure.
Jason's experience in wrestling makes a formidable fighter, however he only knows how to get someone on the ground. After that, his punching is just about as effective as anyone else's.
-Yes I know, I'm 18 and still like Pokemon. Sue me, who cares? It's the end of the world anyway/
Jason knows an extensive amount Pokemon trivia, all that's virtually useless in this particular apocalypse situation.
Inventory:
She played softball. She was alright at it...
-Girlfriend's Composite Softball Bat
-A backpack that contains
 -What? They tasted good and they were good for cutting.
 A variety of granola and nutri-grain bars, a food he would eat all the time for wrestling
 -It smells terrible, but it tastes awesome!
 Beef jerky, his favorite food
 -I was the nerd out of the two of us. I made her one too, and she bought us these for our anniversary. Heh, she was great...
 A charm necklace from his ex girlfriend. It's worn down, but on close inspection it's original form can still be made out.
Personality:
Jason was what his dad called a goofball. He liked to do joke around and have a good time. He liked to live life in the moment and enjoy himself whenever he could. However, this did not mean he couldn't be serious at times. Whenever put to a task, Jason dedicates himself almost entirely to that task. He would especially do so whenever he wrestled. When it came to helping people, Jason wouldn't go out of his way to help people, but would do so if someone asked or if he crossed paths with someone.

However, being separated from his girlfriend and assuming she was dead, Jason is a recluse in this world. He travels alone, and avoids most contact with others. He has no idea where his family is or where they went to, as he has already traveled to his old house decimated by the bombing. Trying to find purpose again, he wanders aimlessly, trying to find a place to settle down and survive.

Background Story: Jason was born into wrestling with his father being a wrestling coach. He started when he was five, and wrestled all the way to his high school senior year. He won the state title in his 182 weight class that year. He planned to attend to a college under a wrestling scholarship before everything went down.

Jason was with his girlfriend, planning to go hiking before the war started.

"You're taking a century and a half, Alex!" Jason moaned as he laid on her bed, backpack beside him. "You take forever to get ready. It's just hiking."

"Well if you didn't come half an hour earlier than you said you would, you wouldn't have to wait!" Alex said, half yelling at him. "This is your fault."

"I just wanted to see you earlier cause I lovvve you." Jason said, getting up from the bed and hugging her from behind her. "I couldn't wait another minute to see you."

"You're an asshole you know that, right?" Alex said, kissing him on the chin. "I'm almost done with my make up, just give me a few. Watch youtube or something."

"Nah." Jason looked around her room, and his eyes fell to her softball bat. "Hey, let's take this! In case we get robbed, I could give 'em a good swing." Jason swung the bat, hitting her bed.

"You're such a dork," Alex said, getting up and grabbing her backpack. "You got snacks, right?"

"Yup," Jason said, pulling some bars from his backpack. "I got bars for days."

"Why? In case we get lost in the mountains?"

"My direction skills are impeccable."

"Didn't we end up getting lost for an hour in the trails last time because of your 'skills'?"

"IMPECCABLE!"

Alex smiled and kissed Jason. "You're so cute, you know that?"

Jason kissed back. "Thanks."

Alex paused and coughed. "Excuse me?"

"You're cute too!" Jason said, picking her up and heading towards to door. "Let's get out of here."
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"Just don't let go, I know there is a shelter somewhere nearby, ok?" Jason pushed and shoved people out of his way to try and reach the fallout shelter that was in the bank.

"Babe, I'm scared." Alex voice trembled. "Are you sure there is something over here?"

Jason kept shoving and pushing through the sea of people. "I'm sure of it. The bank had a fallout shelter emblem on it years ago, they just removed it. It was built during World War 2."

They had finally arrived at the corner where the building was, and surprisingly, no one was trying to get inside of it. He sighed with relief as he went to open the door. Unfortunately, it was locked.

"Babe..." Alex said, worry prevalent in her voice.

"It's going to be ok, I have a plan." Jason said, pulling out the baseball bat from his backpack. "Stand back, the shards might get ya."

Alex stepped back, towards the rushing crowd of people. Jason smashed through the glass of the bank, which sounds the alarm of the building.

"How was my form on that babe?" Jason said, smiling. He turned around, but Alex was no where to be found. He started to panic and looked for her face in the crowd. Nowhere. He screamed for her name, but there was no call back. He went to brave the crowd, but then he heard the whistling in the sky. He knew what that meant. But he needed Alex in this apocalypse. But he also needed to live. He paused for what felt like a century, contemplating what to do.

He went inside.

[User]
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Jason Michael Lee

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Another bust... He kicked the grocery store isle's shelf. His bars and jerky supply was running low, and his concern for food was rising. He knew of another grocery store that was tucked away in his town, maybe they would have some more canned supplies. He was lucky that he had planned to go on a hiking trip before this all went down and that his favorite foods were beef jerky and granola bars.

She wasn't as lucky... Tears started to well up in Jason's eyes, but he was quick to wipe them away. Come on, move on Jason. Past's the past. Worry about now. Jason headed back out of the grocery store and stretched his arms out behind his back with his bat. He couldn't let his emotions weigh him down as he was journeying in the apocalypse. It wasn't the kind he would have imagined, though. No zombies, no rampant violent gangs, no one pointing him at gun point for food. It was just normal people, trying to scrape by with what they could manage. He had shared his fair amount of granola bars and received fair compensation, but there was never really any imminent threat trying to kill him.

In all honesty, though, Jason would have preferred a world filled with violence, to give him an excuse not to live anymore. He sighed, tapping his bat against the pavement he was walking on, creating a loud ting for everyone around to hear.

[Assistant]
Jasmine Debnam-Carey

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Jasmine felt her stomach growl. She knew her children would want to eat soon too. Her son was not a picky eater. She was glad about that. He'd eat anything she'd serve them and in the apocalypse she couldn't thank him enough for that. But her daughter would need baby food. Although she still had some baby food in that old backpack she found on the streets a few days back, she knew she would have to get more soon. Especially since in this world people wouldn't hesitate to grab baby foodfor themselves. Humans were selfish, that was their nature.

Jas opened her backpack that lied on the dirty ground close to her. She had thought ahead when she first got food. She grabbed the things that would last long first and had stuffed them into the huge backpack. Then she had grabbed those things that wouldn't last long and had made meals with them first. She wouldn't let anything go to waste.

She wished she knew how to hunt. She wished she knew how to build traps. But she didn't. She dearly hoped someone would team up with them. Someone trustworthy. Jasmine wouldn't make it on her own. And it's only been several days so far.

"Mommy I'm hungry." As expected her son was feeling hungry too. And her daughter would need something too.

Jasmine nodded. "We still have some bread."

The boy was fully covered by mud. He enjoyed playing in the dirt and his clothes have long lost their actual colors. "Do we have noodles? Can we make noodles?"

"No." The mother shook her head. She did have noodles. But she didn't think she wanted to try to boil river water with some self made fire yet. "Please eat the bread. It's not much anymore but it needs to be eaten before it goes to waste."

The child didn't argue any longer. His mother gave him some bread and a bottle with water. She handed her son a can of peanut butter.

The boy was happy to have peanut butter to dip his bread into. This little boy was sure loving his peanut butter.

Jasmine looked over to the city, she could see the damaged road through the trees but that's about it. She would go to the grocery store again.

"Jace", the young woman spoke up. "Hold your sister please." She placed the baby between the boys legs and got up. Jace knew how to hold his sister. They'd been playing together since her birth. The boy wrapped one arm around the baby while he dipped by is finger into the peanut butter and pit his finger to her mouth. "Mama I share", he proudly announced.

"Great baby." Jasmine took the backpack and hid it by one of the trees. She had digged a hole to hide it in and pushed a huge rock over it. Moving the rock was a hard task every time again. It took her several long minutes to place it correctly so the hole wouldn't be seen. But it was worth it.

Jasmine wiped her face after the rock was in place. "We have to get some food for Mila. With some luck there's some milk for you."

"Why can't we take the milk?"

"It wouldn't last long in that pack pack honey. And I'm not wasting space on milk. You can drink it in the store if we find some useful milk." She sat down next to her son. "We will go once you finished the bread."

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Jason Michael Lee

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And if I take a left here, that should get me to the town square and then we go onto Maple street... Jason took his turn and stopped, seeing a little boy playing in some puddles on the street. Jason initial reaction was to put up his bat at the sign of something else. He quickly lowered the bat out of confusion, as he hadn't seen any children post bombing, let alone one that was happily playing in puddles. Jason guessed the boy had been playing for a long time, due to the fact he was covered in mud. Jason kept quiet and watched the boy, until he stopped his playing and walked out of the puddles. A woman appeared, holding a small child in hand. The boy said something, and the woman pulled out some bread and a jar of peanut butter.

A whole family? Jason was bewildered that a family unit had survived the bombing. That's really lucky. I wonder how they survived together. Jason hadn't realized he had crept further out from the cover he was hiding behind, leaving himself exposed for the family to see.

[Assistant]
Hunter Monroe

When thrown into a stressful situation, you really learn what people will do to survive. What people will do to one another for something as simple as a bottle of water, for a granola bar, for some bread. And well holding that shotgun in his hands Hunter was in a moment where he was about to find out what he would do just to survive. He saw the woman give the young child the bread, there was another child who also looked healthy. It was hard to say how much food they had, but Hunter didn't have any at all. He was a decent shot, he could take them all out in seconds, so fast that no one would even know what had hit them. He was still strong enough to handle the gun in his hands, another day or two with out eating and maybe he wouldn't be. Another day or two he may be dead of dehydration.

He raised the shotgun, taking aim at the mother first. But the moment he braced the gun against his shoulder he about threw up. His body froze as the firearm hit the ground. What kind of person was he becoming where he was willing to shoot a family just for a meal, with children so young. And he was about to kill them all. Was it even what he was becoming now? What if he was already this new kind of person? He picked up the gun and threw it over his shoulder. "Excuse me miss? Everything okay?" He tried to speak in a non threatening tone. Which was hard to say how well it was working, he was still panicked about his actions, and he had two guns on his back at the moment. Considering she seemed unarmed it was hard to say how she would react to him walking up to her.

[User]
Jasmine Debnam-Carey

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Jasmine heard a voice approach her. She grabbed her son by his clothes and basically threw him behind herself. She held onto her daughter.
The guy was armed and looked weak. She was sure he'd rob them. If not worse.
Jasmine slowly raised her head and put on a confident voice.

"You want to put down all your weapons."

Jasmine had a gift. She could make people do simple things by just putting on a certain voice. She had been called a lot of things because of it. Mostly Satan, Demon or Devil.

Jasmine watched the guy closely. He seemed to want to harmonize but she wouldn't simply trust anyone.

Once again the woman wished that she wasn't alone. She wished someone was there to give her strength. And she wished she had more skills than making people do simple things.

[Assistant]
Another figure crept into Jason's sight, this one male and a lot more threatening. It was mostly due to the two firearms on his back, and from the looks of it they weren't anything puny. All he could make out from their shape is that they were definitely not handguns, the man was definitely packing heat. Someone Jason would want to avoid, preferably. The guy walked to the woman, said something, and the woman stepped forward, exchanging her own words.

They're distracted... Jason thought, beginning to creep alongside the building he was hiding behind. I can make my way past them, without being noticed. Just gotta quiet, and hope they don't see me.


[System]
Age: 18
Appearance:

Years in the Academy: 6

Ancestors: Steve Rogers(Captain America) [Grandfather], James Howlett(Wolverine) [Grandfather]

Powers/Abilities: Although he was born with his gifts, James hasn't fully mastered any of these powers. He still has a lot to learn.

Peak human strength, agility, and reflexes
-Since his mother's dad was Captain America, James also possessed some of the Super Soldier Serum in his blood, giving him the power to be at perfect human performance.

Master tactician
-While both his parents and grandparents are military veterans, James is a natural at leadership and command. He finds the strengths and weaknesses of every situation and team mates, and uses it to the best of his ability.

Accelerated Healing factor
-Wolverine's healing factor skipped a generation and went into James. James regenerates damaged or destroyed tissues of his body far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary human. In addition to accelerated healing of physical traumas, his healing factor makes him extraordinarily resistant to diseases, drugs, and toxins. The speed at which he recovers is dependent on the wounds he gets. Minor cuts, or stabs heal almost instantly, but bullet wounds, and deep cuts could take minutes up to hours to days to fully heal.

It is also important to note that James has never been injured to extreme points, or tried to test his limits. He doesn't plan on seeing how far his healing can go.

Heightened instincts, and senses
-Wolverine also passed down his sense of instincts, being able to sense something wrong, picking up on scents, and if angered, he will be nearly unstoppable. His rage at this point though can leave him vulnerable in many cases.

Bio: I've had a lot to live up to. My parents were in the Peace Corps after Avengers and other super heroes joined forces to finally defeat the major crime organizations and villains. My mom was the daughter of Captain America and Sharon Carter, and my dad was the son of Wolverine and and a rancher he met in the desert in California.

My parents had their own abilities, so it was no surprise when mine started to show at a young age. I grew up in a world where mutants and humans were one, they lived peacefully, and we did for years. But like I said, I had a lot to live up to.

At the age of 4, there was a giant movement that shocked the world. HYDRA had reformed, it surprised everyone since Johann Schmidt had finally been thought to be dead. My grandfather who was now older than he was, felt responsible and started to fight against them alone. To everyone's shock, it turned out my mother was behind the new movement... Grandpa Rogers eventually stopped her, and ended the movement.

She was sent to a maximum security prison, and I was left to be raised by my father, and my grandparents, as well as friends of the family, but no one looked at me or my dad the same. When I was 12, I did what anyone did at the time: enlist in the Avengers Academy, which is like a high school, but add super hero classes into it, and dangerous games of dodgeball.

For six years people either treated me as if I was some sort of god, or they were afraid that I'd be like my mom and start attacking everyone... I tried to just do my best, and focus on doing what I can for the world. I am one of the top in my class, and so I was invited to join the Advanced Training Program, to essentially become an Avenger if the world ever needed them again. I don't want to let anyone down.

Family/Relationships?: Anyone interested let me know!

Annabelle Boltagon
-Anna and James are friends, but have only had a few exchanges in their lives. James doesn't really like Anna's "I'm better than everyone" way of thinking, and he let's her know that. One day during her first year of the academy she was getting harassed by a group of kids making fun of her physical appearance. James quickly put an end to that, and have grown respect for each other.

Weapons: Grandpa Rogers taught me how to fight with shields, and gave me my own one when I was strong enough to carry it. This Shield has the ability to produce an energy blade at the bottom half, and split into two, making two shields going on both hands (top half is mostly a shield, bottom half has the energy blade).

Personality: James is very much like his grandfather Steve. He has a deep sense of responsibility, and does his best to help others. He hates people who think they're better than everyone, and due to his other grandfather, he has a bit of a temper if provoked. He doesn't let anyone talk poorly of his friends, and especially his family, but at the same time he's ashamed of what his mother did. He tries to keep the balance of being respectful and honorable, and giving in to his anger and instincts.

Other: Has a habit of saying "Bub" a lot when angered.. "Thanks Grandpa Logan"

[User]
Richard was late waking up. This always happened on his first day ever since the beginning of his second year. He had arrived the day before to unpack the things he brought back home and decided to get a good rest after staying out until two in the morning. Nothing good ever happens after two a.m. He was sleeping in his makeshift spider web hammock that rested above his own bed. He always wondered if he was weird for liking to rest in the thing every now and then. Besides his family no one even knew this about him.

He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off. "Ten... maybe thirty more minutes." His alarm clock on the other hand had other plans and kept blaring until he turned over and shot a web at it. Once attached he pulled the clock up to him and turned it off and jumped down onto the floor. His room looked like a miniature replica of his room back home. He had gotten used to the smaller space so it wasn't really a problem. He turned to his window to see the view he would normally see from his New York home. During his first year there he placed a holographic screen over the window so that he could wake up to the site every morning. "Window off." As he said that the screen faded and revealed the scenery outside of the dormitory.

Richard made his way to the bathroom and started his morning routine of showering, brushing his teeth, brushing his hair, and etc. This morning fortunately didn't have any sticky mishaps so that was a plus. Once all of that was said and done he put on his clothes which was just a regular black t-shirt with some jeans and an Avengers Academy jacket that he had customized. It was blue with a red A in the right corner of the jacket and on the jacket the word SPIDER was emblazoned in red a little above the center. To top it all off he had his necklace hanging around his neck.

Since he was already late for breakfast he decided to take the scenic route. He looked at his hammock and said, "I'll take you down later." and headed to his window. He opened it and climbed out and made sure to close it and lock it with webs. He didn't want to be the reason a villain was able to get into the dorms. He crawled up the wall and saw some familiar faces below that were looking at him. He waved and continued to head up until he reached the roof.

Once there he looked towards the cafeteria deciding to make a pit stop there before the cafeteria. Just at that moment the rocket situation was coming to its end and explosive shrapnel flew everywhere. He was sure everyone was okay. If not there was no real worry. The school was a school for heroes and geniuses so the medical advancements were well... advanced. Richie didn't hesitate in heading over and arrived once the drones did.

He listened to the drone that approached James and the others and heard the voice of their head instructor. Once he was finished he surprisingly made a gentle landing on top of its head in a crouched position and said, "I missed all the rocket fun. There's no way I'm missing this." He noticed some familiar faces and masks in the group and knew this was going to be interesting.

[Assistant]
Will looked surprised. He wasn't really used to being approached in a friendly manner, especially by older kids. Back at the orphanage, older kids just picked on Will. He listened carefully to the boy, nodding thoughtfully.
"I'm Will. Nice to meet you, James. And, uh, sure. I'll join you guys." Said Will, trying his best not to seem nervous. He forced a smile, holding out his hand and wondering if James would take it. He was doing his best to keep still, but it was a bit difficult. He hoped that the tower would have a bathroom...

He was still kind of getting used to this school. It looked as though there weren't a lot of kids his age here. Most of them seemed much older, maybe in the 15 to 18 range. he was only 10 himself, and frankly it was a little intimidating. He was still really new to his abilities, and wasn't really sure why he was being advanced so quickly. Maybe his powers would be really useful once he'd trained them, but for now he didn't really seem like he fit in.

[User]
Alex slowly sat up in his bed to his phone ringing. He reached over to his practically bare bedside table to grab his phone. He answered the phone saying, "Hey, mom." Her response was what most overprotective mothers would say. "I've only been back for a day. How could I already get in trouble?" Alex talked with his mom slowly reassuring her that it was safe. Once they said goodbye Alex looked around his room. It was basically empty except for his bed, table, desk, chair, and all the stuff in his closet. He took his sweet time getting ready for the day. By the time he was done the majority of people on campus would be done with breakfast. Alex was dressed in normal sweatpants, a workout shirt with the Avengers logo in the top left corner, and his signature leather jacket with the detachable hood. He picked up his sheathed Ninjato attaching it to his belt then he stuck his bo staff into its side pocket.

 He then left for the Hall of Heroes for the beginning of the day. Despite his Hyper Speed, Alex chose to just walk there and took his sweet time. When he finally got there he saw the small time heroes of the day and the small kid who had been saved. Alex had no idea what had occurred earlier this morning but it was practically a certainty that he would later find out. For now he just stared at the group mostly looking at James. It felt awfully strange to Alex having to be near this guy but no one would ever hear him voice that opinion.

[Assistant]
"Oh boy... Here we go." Ben said as the group was told to report to the Hall of Heroes. If there's one thing he didn't like, it was getting an earful from the teachers, especially in regards to something he had little to no involvement in. Just then, a familiar person popped by and expressed interest in following.

"Richie! My man! What's up?" Ben raised his hand up high. He then noticed he mentioned not wanting to miss the moment. "Well, if you're goin', guess I am too." Ben said.


[System]
Age: 27

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Berserker

Body Augmentation:
Gareth is unable to conjure magic into corporeal existence or supply mana towards hexes/rituals. His talent for magic is seemingly rock bottom of the deepest ravine. However, that is not the case in the slightest; rather, Gareth is able to infuse magic into his own body, increasing his reflexes, speed, power, coordination, and pain threshold to a certain extent. Unfortunately, the method of self augmentation is extremely exhausting to both the mana supply and the vessel, thus only allotting Gareth a very aggressive, short term method of fighting.

Enchanted Blades:
During his travels, Gareth managed to procure a set of blades varying in size enchanted to increase their durability. Although the sharpness of the blades are fairly standard, they repel blood, do not rust, and fail to dull with wear and tear.

Bloodlust:
The longer Gareth is engaged in combat and the more he kills, the more enveloped in combat he becomes. His focus becomes inhuman as he is able to improvise on every movement. Unfortunately, his defense decreases drastically as his priorities shift from survival to killing, and eventually, if the battle toils on for long enough, he reaches a threshold where he is unable to tell friend and foe apart.

Picture Reference:

Physical Description:
Gareth is a 6'4" god of death coated in layers of lean muscle and scars. What he lacks in bulk he makes up for in battle-tested, streamlined sinew. He generally has a frivolous smile on his face intermingled with a faintly wild luster to his gaze.
Doesn't have the wings pictured.

Personality:
Wolfish in nature, Gareth is both equal parts playful and vicious. A battle-maniac at heart, he enjoys the hunt even more than the kill. Gareth finds no qualms in consistently engaging in lascivious activities and could be considered extremely libertine in every sense of the word. Although wholly wild and aggressive in both his pursuit of fights and women, he is extremely loyal to his family like any good mutt, whomever he considers that to be, protecting them with his life.

Extra Details:
Due to his self-augmentation, Gareth causes the innate strength limiter in his psych to disappear, often ending in heavy internal injury, making him quite the burden after heavy combat.

[User]
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Gareth leaned back on his arms as he sprawled across the grass. His discerning eyes watched the fight as the passing breeze swept his disheveled hair to the side. He silently observed the spar following Silvia's question until it almost seemed like he hadn't heard her. After a long pause, he finally answered through a lazy smile, "It's not easy to tell, Kaito seems fairly experienced in fighting, but I think it depends more on his ability to adapt to the shadow girl's abilities." Gareth was new to the guild after all and had only met the more outgoing members, he was unfortunately not yet acquainted with Grey, "The girl lacks the attack potential to win this fight. She would make for a killer assassin though." He chuckled affably. Despite the intensity of the fight, Gareth seemed to be more intent on watching the guild master and the woman beside her, as if appraising them.

Silence persisted for a moment before Gareth thoughtfully shot back with another question, "What about you? It's not hard to tell you're more of a brawler type, but you have any special moves? Advanced techniques?" He turned his head as he asked the question, facing Silvia with a sly smirk that implied a double meaning.

[Assistant]
From that smile Silva caught some of his intention, after all she wasn't too dense, or naive to miss it. She opted to ignore it for the most part other than a slow shake of the head. "Not particularly, I am damn fast and strong, may not look like it but I can take down a man of your size in a few blows." She stopped a moment to carefully look over Gareth, before nodding to herself. "Well if you were of the normal villager variety, but that isn't the case here, huh?"

Silvia then gave the man a small grin. "That said, I once was a mage in training, believe it or not, so I do have a magical bone in my body, still that doesn't mean I've exactly found a way to combine my fighting style with magic." To her she didn't have a problem with telling this much about herself, Gareth by all means should be treated as a friend. Despite the tournament and how they may fight, they were still guild mates.

[User]
Kaito Fen's eyes widened as the blades dissociated into snakes that wrapped around his sword, and was further shocked by the fact that Grey Skies disappeared into the shadows. He expected something like that to happen during the fight, but seeing it happen in reality was unsettling.

But he was quick to recover.

He flipped his sword once more and quickly chopped at the snakes to free his sword when a fist struck him from behind in the kidney. A sharp, agonizing pain flashed through him and he instinctively spun towards where he'd thought the hit came from to see nothing there. He blinked and cursed to himself; this magic of Grey's was unsettling and he knew he needed to adapt, somehow draw her out in front of him if he could.

Then he plunged forward into a roll from the adjacent shadows and once again towards the center of the ring and coming up to a stand and fluidly shifted into a wider stance. His heart hammered in his chest and his side was flaring up in pulses of pain, and yet he still chuckled lightly. This was turning out to be far more fun than he'd thought. Fighting someone like shadow challenged him, and the way she kept disappearing – it was spectacular. He knew the audience was enjoying this.

[Assistant]
When Kaito rolled out of the way, Grey found herself standing in the light, no longer in his shadow. She cringed, and ran to the edge of the ring, into a shadow cast by one of the walls, and stood still. This jog betrayed her lack of speed- she was never fast, without a mount. This was not a fight she could win with her hands, or with weapons, she knew. It was a fight she must win with beasts.

She raised her arms- it was not necessary, but movement helped her envision what she wanted from the shadows- and began to sing. Unlike her previous statements, though, this one was strong. Her voice rang out, clearer than the daylight, more forceful than wind, as she sang into existence new beasts of shadow. She sang words that sounded to those who did not speak the language of darkness like gibberish, a gibberish that somehow brought the illusions to life.

Four shapes rose from the shadows like smoke, tendrils swirling in a wind that was not there. Taller than even Gareth, they towered above Grey, by several spans. They did not solidify to mimic the shape of any one animal- rather, they seemed to flit between a thousand, never settling. Arms and legs and heads shifted between them, as though they were mimicking creatures that could never exist in reality. Full of dark holes reminiscent of eyes and mouths, changing and revolving, numerous and sickly, the creatures were monstrous in design. They let out a sound similar to the snakes before, this time, like the grinding of metal as though steam were attempting to escape from a dying machine, a hoarse scream of some unidentifiable glee. Still, she continued to sing.

They became more and more solid, and Grey tensed the muscles in her arms, staring with unblinking eyes at Kaito, her face fixed in a disturbingly calm expression. The beasts of shadow cried out for her, and began to writhe with anticipation, impatient, almost as though they were sentient. They weren't, of course- she could only call the shadows to fight for her, she could not create life from the void.

She interrupted her own song, and spoke one word.

"Attack."

She used the initial terrifying roar of her beasts to disguise a moment of pain on her part. Glancing down at her hands, she saw the rough burns and welts from her snake-blades on her hands- both of her palms bled, their skin scratched off by the overly eager creatures. They might fight for her, but shadows do not understand pain. Sweat beaded down her hands, her face, her body, soaking her robe. She closed her eyes, placing all her trust in the shadows, leaving her body entirely vulnerable. She began to sing once more, with renewed barbarity, strengthening her beasts.

The four beasts reveled in her word and song, relishing in the moment of her command, and dove forward with the ferocity of starved lions. One lingered longer than the others, and approached from the front, taking the rear; two swam through the air itself to flank Kaito, while the last jumped high above their heads to tackle him from above. Coming at Kaito from four directions, with Grey's tenacious song filling the makeshift arena, they made for a truly odd, yet terrifying, sight.

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Kaito Fen's arms slowly dropped as the four massive figures took shape before him, his eyes widening within his mask as he straightened, listening to the strange, nonsensical music coming from Grey Skies. Once, adrenaline had been coursing through his veins, but for an entirely different reason. Now, he felt cold sweat at his skin as terror began to set in by those large incomprehensible beasts that took shape. Four massive creatures that threatened to break his mind with their constant shifting and writhing upon themselves. And despite the terror – and the dread realization that now began to set itself into his bones – he smiled.

This was exactly as he hoped. A spectacle like no other, a fight that would awe everyone in the crowd, and there was his chance, growing before him. He knew there stood two choices before him now. To lay down and give in; to fall without honour. Kaito Fen wouldn't do that, it wasn't in his nature. He had too much honour to lay down and watch defeat creep upon him. No, instead he would stand before those dread creatures and fight them with every ounce of skill he had in him; the skill he would display, he knew, was both beautiful and deadly, ferocious even, yet against this… well he knew what his fate would be.

Yet he smiled.

Grey Skies's magic would be sorely tested before he was done, this he could promise, and when he fell it would be in such a way, in such a magnificent show of will and courage, that he could already see the jaws hanging from the onlookers as their eyes dampened. The fall of a hero against unlikely odds, against these four creatures of shadow.

Then, as the creatures began rushing him from all sides, he closed his eyes and breathed deep. Darkness enveloped his mind's eye and at its center, a focal point, wherein he concentrated his entire being – the form of two swirling dragons, tumultuous in their rage, unparalleled in fury or power – and a deadly barely contained calm settled upon him as he took the stance of his most deadly dance. Wrath of The Twin Dragons.

[Assistant]
Grey continued to sing, but her song became distorted, and odd. No longer was the meter a familiar rhythm- now, it continuously changed, from fours to threes to sevens, from halves to wholes to sixteenths, altering and switching within several different tempos without hesitation. Disorienting to the listener, as there was no predictable beat whatsoever, it was the sort of esoteric music which only a musician could understand (or enjoy). A musician, and her shadows, that is. She paused every so often to take a breath, the only consistency in the song.

The first shadow flew in from above, then dissipated above Kaito, creating a shroud of darkness from above. It was not nearly enough to blind him, that would take hours to create, but it was enough to dim the area, as though a fog had set in. The two flanking Kaito, with identical motions from either side, rushed in, each reaching out with a dozen clawed arms, their forms shifting into grotesque and foreign shapes reminiscent of nightmares. They swiped with precision, with impressive speed and force, aiming at every joint they could see in Kaito's body.

The one in the rear, however, did not approach. It stopped, a few spans away from Kaito, poised and ready to fight. Unlike the others with their constantly changing bodies, this one seemed to be slowing, settling in on a preferred form. It had not decided yet, but it would soon enough.

The blood pooling in Grey's upturned palms had begun to drip down her arms, mingling with the sweat pervading her skin. It was not torrential, but it was enough that the audience could see that her hands were injured. Her robe clung to her skin along her upper arms and chest and back, where the sweat had soaked through the thick fabric. She kept singing to strengthen her beasts, tensing her muscles, her eyes locked shut. Her trust was in those shadows.


[System]
Age: 17, born March 26, 1998
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual

History:
Rich, handsome and smart, Uriel was born with it all. His parents were extremely doting; Uriel got whatever he wanted as an apology for their constant absences in his life. He grew up in the lap of luxury but rather than becoming snobbish, he was eager to share his wealth with his peers. Constantly breezing through life thanks to his natural gifts was too boring.
The first occurrence of his power was during a particularly difficult math test. He was concentrating more than usual and didn't notice how everyone else in the room was quite uncomfortable and struggling through their own tests. Afterwards, his classmates complained about their headaches during the test period. One girl even threw up. Uriel was completely fine though. However, Uriel was unable to put two and two together and is still unaware of his abilities.
As for how he was kidnapped…some clearly suspicious individuals in suits and sunglasses were standing around in town. Uriel went up to say "Heya" and offer directions (they seemed to be looking for something). They seemed pretty alarmed for some reason ("Aw come on guys, I don't bite!"). He offered to ride shotgun in the black jeep with blacked out windows ("Woah, snazzy car!") and lead them wherever they needed to go. He never saw the syringe coming.

Power:
Pain manipulation - Uriel's ability allows him to manipulate the biology of living things to trigger exaggerated responses to damaging stimuli. The effect of his ability varies on the person's mental fortitude and pain threshold. His maximum radius of effect is unknown for now. There must be a trigger at first for his ability to work. For example, if someone is drinking a slushie, Uriel can make them have a brainfreeze. If someone gets shoved, Uriel can make the area shoved feel like a bullet has hit them. Whether he's manipulating nocireceptors or the somatosensory cortex is unknown.
Currently, the most that he can do is trigger minor headaches within a small radius of about five meters. He is unaware of his power and can use it involuntarily.

Personality:
A magnificently generous and loving individual…is what Uriel sees himself as. While not entirely untrue, Uriel's bloated ego and flamboyant personality leaves something to be desired when it comes to his altruism. His entire mindset revolves around "noblesse oblige". Uriel really is a decent fellow but the execution of his good intentions can be quite grating to some and has landed him in trouble more than a few times. He sees himself as a handyman of sorts; if you've got a problem he'll find a solution, don't worry about the means or costs or nothin'. Because of his varied experiences and no lack of resources, Uriel has picked up a few skills ranging from carpentry to acting to basic skill levels in several instruments.
While being quite academically intelligent (he can get above average grades without even studying), when it comes to people Uriel is pretty gullible. He always tries to see the best in people. This, when paired with his eagerness to help, makes him very easy to persuade or take advantage of. Fortunately, his friends are usually there to fend off people with questionable intentions.
Uriel appears quite charismatic to those who do not know him well. His confidence and friendly personality makes it easy for him to persuade and befriend. Those who have known him for longer than a month think of him as a well-intentioned dork and exasperatedly put up with his many escapades.
His way of speaking is quite poetic and dramatic. He has a tendency to go off on a tangent and make long monologues.

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@banjoanjo@HellHoundWoof@Lillium@Thundercrash@SheriffLlama@wolverbells@HecateProxy

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Nilin looked over the group, the wary faces trying their best to hide the blossoming hope underneath. Irina's attention was elsewhere, as it might be when one has several voices sounding off inside one's mind. By and large, it seemed that they were now prepared to listen, or move on. At the very least, they were less suspicious and resistant than before her display so it had been the correct choice to display it in such a vivid manner.

"The first group session will involve everyone and from there we will assess you and divide you into smaller groups more applicable to your individual ability types. Training in groups alongside your individual sessions has yielded rapid results in the past and should enable you all to develop and control your abilities faster."

Nilin strode up one of the aisles and through the auditorium doors, turning left and taking the door at the opposite end of the corridor to where the residents had been going for their individual sessions. There was no need to tell the group to follow, they simply did so obediently although with some quiet conversation as they followed their new instructor with some small degree of hope.

After a few turns past the previously locked door Nilin came to a large set of double doors and pushed through them without pause, the group following her into a massive but empty room. The walls were shielded with metal plates and there were none of the fake-windows in here, just an array of lights in the ceiling that were behind a fine mesh gauze, presumably for protection.

"This is the main training room used for group activities. For now I'm going to split you all into pairs and you're going to work out a way to train your abilities together. Then you'll rotate partners and experiment with each other to find what works and what doesn't." Nilin had no pad or list from which to read, there was no need, so familiar was she with each of the individuals and their respective abilities.

"Your starting pairs are as follows: Irina and Stasya, Mara and Nikolai, Arthur and Uriel, Lucie with Christian. As we have an odd number Abel will join Irina and Stasya. I'll tell you when to switch partners. Discuss where your powers overlap and test them against each other. One thing though: don't do anything unnecessarily dangerous." A slight, wry smile briefly flittered across her lips before promptly disappearing. "It's still early days for that."

[Assistant]
Irina Ivanov
Location: Auditorium, then following NIlin
Mentions:@Jinxer@banjoanjo@Thundercrash

'Careful, Irina….'

 'What? Who?'

Irina had heard her name being called through one of the thoughts but had not caught whatever the person was thinking fast enough. It sounded like Arthur, but then again there were so many other voices dancing around in her head that she did not have the attention span to sit there and try to figure it out.

Not only did the young woman now have to deal with all of the voices, but she also had to work with her new found ability, and also try to wrap her head around what exactly she had just seen Nilin do.

'So, an illusion? But is it merely optical or has she planted it in our minds? Assuming that it is, in fact, an illusion. He briefly glanced over at Irina. If it's the latter then we might have a problem. If we were wanting to leave, that is.'

Without moving, Irina listened closely to the message that Arthur had thought. She bit her lip as her brows furrowed in concentration. Surely if what Nilin had just done was something that had been planted in their minds, Irina would have felt it. Or she would have at least felt something. Anything. Yet she didn't. Her green eyes quickly glanced over at Arthur and make contact, which she followed by a quick shake to her head. She attempted to re-assure the young man that it was not the latter without drawing too much attention towards her.

'Oh thank you!'

The voice was louder than the others suddenly which caused Irina to slightly cringe, but not to where the others could notice. Stasya was speaking to her now which was surprising. Irina never would have figured that the young and timid girl would ever really reach out to her. Irina followed the Russian girl's thoughts with intent and diligence as she tried to understand everything that was trying to be told.

Once Irina deciphered the thought process along with what was being directly thought her way, her own gears started turning in her head. Stasya had a point. If Irina could somehow manage to connect with everyone then maybe they could have a sort of privacy, but to do that, she would need to practice. Not only that but she had to be very careful of how she came about it. One wrong move or thought would mean that everyone could possibly hear everything that was inside of her mind which was not always happy.

'I'll help… I will need time to get better at this but I will help as much as I can.'

Irina attempted to do everything the same in her mind as she did earlier to be able to reach Stasya, even going as far as repeating herself several times.

'Atticus to Ivanov here, testing out the communication lines. Do you copy? Over.'

 'Uriel! Can you still hear me?! Come on say yes…'

Irina tried her best to try and touch back to everyone that had heard her "mind shouting". It was a better outcome then she had expected, which meant she was a bit stronger. Unfortunately her attention could not be kept on her inner communication for long due to Nilin escorting them somewhere else. The group exercises.

Irina would be paired with Stasya. Part of her wish she could have just gone and sat down with Abel, but the other part was thankful. Stasya seemed to have a good mind link with Irina which gave her more time to practice. Nilin went ahead and told them to converse amongst each other to be able to tell how their powers coincided. Irina simply blinked at Stasya and stood awkwardly as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

Irina was half Russian and half Spaniard. Her mother spoke more Spanish than Russian so she spoke choppy Russian although she understood it well enough. She could think it way better than she could verbally speak it.

With a small and apologetic smile, Irina went up to Stasya and pointed to her own forehead. "I hear you." She followed her sentence by switching her pointing direction and placing her finger near Stasya's forehead.

[User]
Arthur Ragnarson

Irina's rebuttal of Arthur's analysis was somewhat comforting. Although she had not perfected her power it was still good to know that, from her experience at least, their new instructor's power was not the invasive nightmare that he had imagined. He could see that she was both struggling and experimenting with the new applications of her ability but exhaustion was beginning to take its toll.

Arthur made a note to himself to put in a request for the power nullifier to be put on, or at least to question its inactivity at night time and the potentially dangerous consequences of leaving it so; asking for things at this stage would only increase their captors' confidence in the control they exercised over the inhabitants of the facility.

"I'm really not sure I want to be testing my powers out with others..." Arthur muttered to himself. As far as he could tell, the only way to put his abilities to the test was to be injured in some way or other and then see how long said injury took to repair. Thankfully there was no one in their group likely to blow a massive hole in his chest or something drastic like that; the young Brit seriously doubted his 'Accelerated Healing' power covered gaping chest wounds and the like.

When Nilin announced his first pairing he was mildly pleased. He and Uriel got on well, both being from somewhat advantageous backgrounds; although, Arthur had a feeling that Uriel's early life had been more pleasant than his own. That, or the Aussie dealt with it very well. Looking around the small gaggle of adolescents, Arthur located Uriel and shot off a mock salute when his partner had spotted him.

"Looks like we're up first. I'm not sure how you want to go about this but... my power is pretty much entirely passive." He grimaced a little before continuing. "And... the only way I can see us 'training our abilities together', as our new coach/chief scientist/warden has commanded, is if you... y'know, hurt me. And then we see how long it takes me to recover. Fun, right?"

[Assistant]
URIEL ATTICUS - LOCATION: TRAINING ROOM

Huh, so the students were going to be the ones organising the training session. In all honesty it seemed a bit lazy on the scientists' part but on the other hand Uriel was all for fostering the creative minds of future generations. Kids these days, institutionalised in those stuffy classrooms, never getting the chance to think outside the box. Of course, he would have preferred to receive this opportunity without being kidnapped beforehand but hey, you can't win them all. And so, he obediently followed the lady out to the training hall, being only a tiny bit bummed that she didn't reveal what her powers were. Another day, perhaps.

Uriel! Can you still hear me?! Come on say yes…

Oh sweet, the Telepathy Communication worked. TeleCom? T-mail? He'd decide on a catchy name later. It seemed like she didn't catch his darker thoughts from earlier too. Even sweeter.

Chillax fam, I hear ya loud and clear. We'll catch up later in the training room.

The room itself was rather bare bones. No furniture, nothing but some meshed lights and sturdy-looking, everything-proofed walls. For a government funded training and confinement facility, it was quite anticlimactic. Maybe some machines would pop out from the ground later, anything to relieve his eyes from the drabness of the room.

Uriel grinned as Nilin announced the initial pairings. Arthur was a cool bloke, probably the best person he got along with during his time in the facility. He had the patience to put up with the best and worst of Uriel's ramblings, while also offering clever insights of his own. If there was any quality Uriel could respect, it was cleverness.

"Looks like we're up first. I'm not sure how you want to go about this but... my power is pretty much entirely passive." He grimaced a little before continuing. "And... the only way I can see us 'training our abilities together', as our new coach/chief scientist/warden has commanded, is if you... y'know, hurt me. And then we see how long it takes me to recover. Fun, right?"

Nilin's advice to "don't do anything unnecessarily dangerous" was brought to mind. But Arthur's words had an unfortunate truth. The only way to train was to physically harm the Brit in some way.

"Well, I guess this would be an excellent time for me to learn how to erase pain too," Uriel added awkwardly, trying to find the best way to handle this problem. "So should I just punch you around a bit then? Give you the ol' one-two? We could start by me just stomping on your toes or something."

He couldn't even remember the last time he had thrown a proper punch. Sure, Uriel had encountered his fair share of people trying to beat the shit out of him (for reasons that should be obvious by now), but he had never actually physically engaged them. He was on the cross-country team for good reason.

"I'll do my best to get rid of the pain. You just focus on the healing part."