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"value": "Age: 26\nGender: Male\nRace: Imperial\nBirthsign: The Steed\n\nAppearance: Roland is a young man, and tall for a Imperial, about 185 centimeters. He is a sinewy man, who is quick and agile, but is not a brawny or muscular man at all, and there are stronger men than him. For his services during the Civil War and in the Imperial Legion, he has gained more than just a few scars. Roland has long, dark brown hair, bordering almost black at times, and clear green eyes, that have a spark of determination and will. His face is kept clean shaven meticulously. He could be considered a handsome man, if he smiled more with his thin mouth.\n\nBiography: Roland was born into the Corvo family in 181 Fourth Era, whose members have served in the Imperial Legion as officers and soldiers for generations. His father Marcus, for example, fought against the Aldmeri Dominion in the Great War. As such, Roland has always wanted to distinguish himself in the Legion. Roland lived most of his childhood and teenage years in Cyrodiil, often moving from town to town, as his father was assigned to different towns to act as an inspector and instructor for Legion's troops in Cyrodiilic garrisons.\n\nRoland learned how to use a sword and other weapons while still being a child. Often, he would just use a stick or a wooden sword and fight with his friends, siblings and cousins. As the eldest son of the flock of six children, he was often given the best education, but Roland has always looked after his younger siblings.\n\nRoland grew up into an ambitious young man, who took service to the Empire seriously and saw life in the military as a prestigious one. As he turned eighteen, Roland joined the Imperial Legion as a footman, starting as a swordsman. Proving himself as a competent and aggressive duelist and a handsome young man, Roland became a poster boy, so to speak, for the Legion for a while during his training, as he excelled as a soldier and came from from a military family. Two of his younger brothers also joined the Legion as scribes.\n\nHe gained some fame before the Skyrim's Civil War, and as he had risen to the officer ranks just before the war's beginning, he was given the command of a unit of heavy footmen. His commanding officer would turn out to be Hector Sibassius.\n\nRoland had heard a few rumours and whispers of Hector from some older men of the Legion, but not many concrete facts. Roland soon was acquainted with the man himself, and served as one of his junior staff members throughout the war, helping him pacifying Skyrim's countryside. Roland's cohort of swordsmen often broke the back of Stormcloak resistance in any battle and often took the heaviest losses. Often clad in steel and taller than most Imperials, he gained the nickname \"Steelpike\" from his fellow soldiers.\n\nRoland often volunteered to take his men into the fray if needed and led them from the front. The unit shared a tight bond and certain feel of entitlement forged in the many battles. They saw themselves as the best unit in the whole Legion, which, of course, could be always argued by other units.\n\nOne day, though, Roland's Raiders, as his cohort was known, was attacked by a brown-scaled dragon while on the march. The attack lasted only a couple minutes, but it left the cohort devastated and decimated. Out of the dozens men under Roland's command, only a handful survived, and the dragon was hardly hurt at all, vanishing as fast as it had attacked. The Raiders lost most of veteran soldiers, who had been serving ever since the beginning of the war.\n\nThe attack left Roland mentally shaken and embittered, and tried to serve the same way as he had before the dragon attack, but something had changed. He had become more short tempered and angry, often snapping at people. Some of his comrades would say that he had lost his edge in the dragon attack, and they would be right. After seeing his men and friends dying a fiery death, Roland had been devastated emotionally.\n\nAfter the Civil War, Roland became an instructor at an imperial garrison in Skyrim, teaching what he knew to new recruits and soldiers. He hasn't told much to anyone what had happened to his cohort during the Civil War, but there are rumours and whispers around him, of course. Almost two years passed, before Hector Sibassius contacted Roland and asked him to join his expedition to find and kill a rogue mage named Akhar.\n\nPersonality: Once an ambitious and sociable young man, Roland has become a more reserved man, often seeming more cold and emotionally distant than before, perhaps even somewhat cynical. He has still his wit and sense of pride in his line of work. He is a quick and clever man, but he is not an academic. He has a practical view on the world, and can crack a joke or two, if he's on a good mood. An honest and direct man, Roland often says what he thinks.\n\nDuring his early career in the Legion, Roland was a good humoured man, who saw soldier's life as a duty of a good citizen, but also as a game. He on purpose wanted to be the best, seeming a bit cocky and overconfident, but he often made sure that he didn't leave any comrades behind. The Civil War changed his personality draamatically.\n\nSkills: Roland is an expert swordsman and duelist, a solid tactician and a competent instructor. Roland is magically non-gifted, relying on his physical attributes. He also knows how to read and write. He is used to march and camp in different enviroments, mainly Skyrim and Cyrodiil's forests.\n\nEquipment:\n - Armour: red gambeson, black mail hauberk, black breastplate, pauldrons and gauntlets, fullhelmet ornamented with bird feathers.\n - Weapons: A steel bastard sword, a foot long steel dagger and an oaken shield with a steel rim.\n - Green wool shirt, a brown travelling cloak with a hood, a green cotton tunic, a scarf.\n - Backpack and a flagon.\n - An amulet of Talos.\n\nOther: Roland likes card and board games, especially if Septims are involved. He also enjoys drinking Nord mead and Cyrodiilic brandy. He hates the smell of burning flesh and fat, and is afraid of burning alive."
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"value": "Hector was torn between amusement and fierce irritation when Do'ava galloped into the scene without a care in the world and dismounted by the river. He was afraid for the Khajiit's life but fortunately Erissil managed to keep her wits about her. It occurred to Hector that she might never have seen one of Do'ava's race, making note how she circled around the group while she kept everyone else (and especially Balen) between herself and the cat-folk. Sensing that the danger had passed when Erissil shouldered her bow, Hector took a few seconds to cool himself down with the same ice-burst trick as before while he sauntered over to Do'ava. \"Good day, old friend,\" Hector said amicably, if still a little tense, and shook the Khajiit's hand without taking his eyes off the wood elf. \"We'll wait on the others until dusk, then we move out. Now excuse me for a moment.\" \n\nThe Captain slowly approached Erissil until he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Balen. The two exchanged a brief glance just before Erissil spoke up. The cadence and accent of her Tamrielic was already peculiar, but the hunched posture and the almost primeval gestures made Hector feel like he was talking to a creature of ages past. \"Yes,\" he agreed, and tapped his breastplate with one finger. \"Hector Sibassius.\" He conjured up the most affable smile he could manage. \"It is a pleasure to meet you, Erissil. Welcome.\" His hand then pointed at each member of the assembled group in turn and introduced them by name. \"Eno. Roland. Do'ava.\"\n\nA short silence fell while Hector thought of what to say next, only to be interrupted by...\n\n\nTo all: feel free to post, but I especially recommend @Dismas to use this moment to introduce Alaron."
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"value": "Alaron's feet ached and his throat was parched. The journey from the Imperial City had been taxing on his body. He had deliberately left early for Valenwood, only possessing enough money to afford a carriage as far as Skingrad. He was no adventurer, and this showed through in his preparedness for on foot travel. By the time he had reached the border to Valenwood he was already dehydrated, carrying with him only a meager amount of water. His affliction was only amplified by the foolish decision to continuously smoke his pipe throughout the journey. \n\nThe thought of passing a border checkpoint frightened him. He was given assurances that the documents he received would fool the guards but it did little to comfort him. \n\nMiraculously he managed the crossing only receiving minimal questions despite a heavy aroma of tobacco and moon sugar. The guard had seemed almost hurried in his processing of Alaron, perhaps an indication that his shift was nearly over and had important plans for the evening.\n\nAlaron progressed towards Arenthia, keeping a slight westwards heading as the notes instructed. He felt the heat was almost unbearable in his fur-lined coat, but sadly it was the only coat he owned. Steadying himself on tree trucks and wheezing through a throat with sandpaper texture by this point he felt he must be nearing on the meeting site. He propped himself up against a tree to catch his breath and listened to his surroundings. A few birds called in the distance and the vegetation sounded as though it was scraping and brushing against itself in a constant war for sunlight. He pulled at a few leaves, continuing to gasp for air till he heard voice in the distance. A loud call rang out from between the trees. \n\nAlaron's body plummeted beneath the vegetation. The voice sounded comforting, like a greeting. Still, Alaron wasn't about to take any chances, certainly not in a place as foreign as Valenwood. His breathing slowed as he focused, edging his way towards the source of the voice. Foliage was not a terrain he was used to creeping through and every leaf that scraped along his coat rang out to him like a siren. As he grew closer he could hear murmurs. Short conversations grew louder and louder till his body reached a breaking point. The dehydration had wrapped its arms around his legs and pulled the man to his knees, partially toppling and snapping a small bush. Alaron could almost feel the campsite's gaze loom over his sweat glossed face.\n\nBy this point he couldn't take any more punishment and needed a break from his journey. Panting like he had run a marathon he emerged from the undergrowth and passed by a few trees, finally finding the campsite. His vision was blurred, and he made for the first upright tree once he was in view of the party. He attempted to make his descent to the clear ground graceful and scanned the group members who had arrived ahead of him.\n\nHis eyes were first drawn to the shimmer of steel armor worn by an Imperial. Alaron looked in disbelief and wondered how he wasn't as in poor condition as he was. Next was a Dark elf, who had the look of a college type about him. He noticed the containers strapped across his chest and it reminded him of the Imperial City's researchers he viewed taking samples from the surrounding water.\n\nAlaron could make out another man, tall with long dark hair and he could make out a battle-worn face. He thought of the hired muscle and large doormen he encountered working for various crime syndicates. Next was a Khajiit, and Alaron's eyes lingered on the creature's black fur. It was like staring at a walking shadow, and Alaron felt envious seeing the advantage of such camouflage.\n\nLastly was what Alaron assumed to be a Wood Elf. Once he managed in a great show of willpower to pull his gaze from her attire he took note of the extensive tattoos covering the wood elf, particularly adorned upon her face. He would have gawked a moment longer but had to wipe the sweat from his eyes. It felt as though someone was pouring a jug of sticky mead atop his head, except at a boiling temperature.\n\nHe drew a few more gasps for air before uttering his first words to the group.\n\n\"Greetings.\" he winced, unable to sustain eye contact with any of them."
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"value": "Nickname: CAS\nRace: Half Human, Half Ronso\nAge:19\nNotable Parents:None.\n\nAppearance: \n\nSkin Color: Pale White.\nHair Color: Dark Brown.\nEye Color: Hazel Green. \n\nProportionality: \nshoulders 6in\nChest 12 in\nWaist 8-10in\nthigh 10-12in\nButtcheek 8x10in\nwrist to tip of middlefinger 7 1/2 inches.\npinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch\nfeet (as in my feet) 12 inches\n\nupper arm (weight )3 inches\nlower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches \nwrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches \nelbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches\nShoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches\n\nheel to knee 15 inches.\nKnee to thigh 16 inches. \n\nheight 5'11 to 6ft.\n6 1/2 inches from collar bone to chin.\n7 inches from one end to the other (Left to right)\n\ncrotch to waist (curves) 9 inches. \nwaist to belly button 4 1/2 inches \nwaist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches\nchest to neck 9 inches\n\nHeight: 5'11 to 6ft\nWeight: 175lbs. \n\nPersonality: He is a Snide, Cynical, Sarcastic, Inquisitive, but a logical person who does rarely care for many. He does however try to be considerate, but has a grey sense of morality. Sometimes very leader like mostly because despite his weakness he is strong willed. \n\nJob: Alchemist,Monk/Pugilist \nWeapon: Atelier- A Handcannon developed by the Al-Bhed to extract minerals and combine items. Does not fire bullets. \nAnd a Dagger to small Hammers. \n\nPrimary Weapon Function: It extracts items from the ground or water to air. Compresses said substances into balls, gems, and gels. These can be used as items that are defensive, offensive, or a restorative to some sort of debuff, buff, to being used by crafters to make new items or weapons. \n\nSecondary Function: Can be used to charge up energy to attack with laser bolts or beams if charged up. Or can use some gems or items as a spray. \n\nArmor: Light, typically blue and black, pretty much a wetsuit with a Harness of some sort to hold his items and weapon. \n\nWeaknesses: Born Anemic, thus at times he is dizzy and or tired. Flat footed, thus his feet hurt and cramp up easily. Has Asthma; thus shortness of breathe at times. His weapon can be slow at times even if he himself is fast. Not very strong, and the Ronso frown on him. \n \nStrengths: Very fast moving, silent walking and running do to him constantly walking using the tips of his toes. Surprisingly accurate. Pretty fluient in Al-Bhed because of his friend Vivvine. Wears a wetsuit for diving. \n\nBackstory: Was born as the result of his mother being indebted to a Ronso. During the Pregnancy she established a connivance store with some of her connections; as a result business flourished enough for her in Luca with her secure shop and constant produce with her trade with the Al-Bhed and Guado. \n\nWhen her son was born, the father had returned to his homeland, however she was not stricken with grief, she had the luxury of trade, friends, security, and welfare. Her child grew to not knowing his father, and he was okay with that. \n\nShe took her son to see Blitz ball games only to discover he rather be active than sitting in a bench watching people hold their breathe for extrenious amounts of time. So rather than make him sit stationary, he helped attend to the shop and run errands, of course he always had a Machina following him to make sure nothing bad happened. \n\nAs the years went on, and he reached the age of four-teen. He wanted to go with his friend Vivvine to the Highroads and use an Atelier with her to help mine and learn how things work. His mother was okay with this for she rather him have some experience. \nTo their surprise he was quite good at finding things to bring back, it did help increase profit with two people rather than just one. \n\nBy the age of 16, his heath had deteriorated due to his hereditary ailments he was born with. His mother decided to have him go to Beside to get fresh air with theory that he may find help and healers there to help with his ailments. To his surprise his heath improved as he lived in Beside for the next three years. Currently he is still procuring items with his Atelier. \n\n--- \n\nMachina Name: Helios\n \n\nHeight: 1'7\nWeight: 20lbs\n\nAbilities:\nHealing Ray - Potent heal. 20% of Energy\nParty Heal- A weak version of healing ray. 35% of Energy \nRestore- Revive ally at low heath. 70% of Energy\nDoctor's Prescription - cures ailments. 40% of Energy\n\nIllusion - Projects a holographic image that can distract fiends. 20% of Energy.\nTaunt- Recons an enemy to try to attack him. 0% of energy.\nScan- Can read enemy vitals and possible weaknesses. 0% of energy. \n\nWeaknesses: Most of the ray based moves are dependent on Cassius' energy charge. \nWeak in terms of defense. Easy to knock down and stagger. Lightning staggers him. \n\nStrengths: Fast, hovers, evasive. Energy efficient. Lightning can be used to power him. Easy to power up."
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"value": "As Maximus prepared to fell the Fiend, it surprised him with expertly blocking his blow with it's staff. Twisting a simple movement to send him flying off to the side. He grunted as he hit the ground and rolled to his feet sliding a few feet backwards from the momentum still. He looked back to the fiend to see her unleash three Firaga's on some soldiers who ran in at the wrong time. Standing up straight he pointed at the three men, \"Triple Shell!\" It would protect them enough to stay alive, they would still get majorly burned though...nothing he could do. \n\nHe turned suddenly as he heard multiple footsteps behind him. Four dingo's came at him, slowly surrounding him as he looked. He stroke first, with the tip of his sword and a flick of the wrist he killed the Dingo on his right. The one two over from that first one leaped at him. He side stepped and arched his blade over his head to slice the fiend in two, with a quick strike to the right again at eye level to fell the third before pulling it back to block from the last one as it attacked. But as it had no weapon and his Katana was razer sharp, his block actually cut through the dango's leg. He quickly spun his blade to give it a quick death before looking back towards the larger fiend. Only to hear that it wasn't a Fiend, it was an Aeon, and it had taken over a woman's body? How horrific. He watched as a tall redheaded woman gripped on with all her strength, apparently trying to get through to her friend inside. It was about to cast a Flare, and He reached out to cast a shell, but it stopped as the man who was apparently called Thane, ordered it to grab a woman with strawberry blonde hair. He stood up a little straighter. A very beautiful woman. \n\nShaking his head, now wasn't the time. He looked back just in time to see the tall redhead try to punch the Aeon in the face, which only angered it, as it cast slow, he reached forth and yelled, \"Shell\" He would have rather have cast Haste but it would seem the woman wasn't going to let go, almost taking a Flare in the face in doing so. \n\nHe then sprinted towards the battle once again, He didn't know what to do to defeat the Aeon with out hurting the woman inside, So he decided to go for the source. He used one of the fallen arches as a ramp to be line for the Announcers box. As he ran he noticed the woman who controlled the Ice was now talking with the man, her weapon sheathed. His eyes narrowed, why would she do that? \n\nHe looked to the edge of the arch, and at his last step he leaped, it was a stretch but he was sure he could make it. As she approached the Box he was falling slightly faster than he thought, 'shitmaybenot' he did managed though just barely, he used his momentum to duck forward and roll back to his feet, tucking his sword so it wouldn't cut him or rip out of his hands. \n\nBack to his feet now 'Close one...' he thought without looking back to the edge. He walked over, sword's tip pointed down and away from him. Stopping as he got close enough he noticed it was just a hologram. \"Bastard...\" he said softly before continuing. \"You say you speak for Yevon? I highly doubt that. But I can make an arrangement for you to speak face to face with him in the Farplane's if you so desire.\" \n\nHe looked to the woman, but her only saw her black hair and very revealing outfit. \"Are you alright miss?\" He asked, perhaps he managed to gain control of her as well, It's possible but he doubted since he knew he was a hologram she probably just sheathed her weapon for the same reason."
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"value": "\"...Eva...\" Thane saying her name and seeing his body relax sent chills down her spine. She was comforted when Urick placed his hand on her shoulder. But she jumped when he yelled \"Deamn! Please retrieve the Lady Eva for me. Do not harm her.\" She looked at Deamn, the Aeon that seemed so dark and horrible. Nothing compared to the Aeons of before. \n\nShe crossed her right arm and gripped her left bicep, still scared but trying to make a pitiful attempt at standing strong. Sudddenly Daemn was focused on Alex again. \"Oh no...\" She pointed and said, \"Valefor Distract her!\" The Aeon didn't hesitate, it flew up shooting a beam towards Daemn close enough to get her attention but not hit her. She couldn't bring herself to harm her. She tried racking her mind on all that she knew of Aeons, after a moment of thinking she came to that they were pyreflies... Aeon's were the spirits of those who willingly gave themselves up to become one. Instead of the Farplane they would be trapped in stone unless called upon. But Lady Yuna sent them all after defeating Sin...\n\nShe perked up. Sending. Course it didn't work unless they were willing to be sent, she remembered hearing it still could be done... it was just a hundred times more difficult, someone with her strength as a summoner couldn't do it. But Lady Yuna! She looked over but shocked to see her hunched over, Bahamut gone. It would seem after twenty five years of not practicing she lost her stamina to keep up the summon. She would have to do it then. \n\nShe took a breath and began to dance. It was awkward, she was in the middle of the Battlefield, Urick knocking Fiends away that got too close. As she danced she Started to sing the hymn of the Fayth, her face reddened... as she hated singing in front of anyone. But she had to, it kept her in time with the Dance and helped her focus. Hopefully everyone would catch on to what she was doing and keep Daemn busy enough."
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"value": "Bohdan had been following Cassius this whole time. He drew his spear in preparation to help protect him from anything that might come their way. \"I suggest letting me be in front, Cassius. I've probably seen more battles comparable to this one than you have.\" He wasn't exactly lying, but the truth was he'd never really seen anything like this. He gripped his spear tightly and held it in a defensive stance, ready to take one anything that came their way as he tried to position himself between Cassius and any potential danger. \n\nWas that man talking about Yevon just now? Obviously he was, but it seemed strange to Bohdan. From the history he'd learned, Yevon sounded like a mostly positive thing until fairly recently. Had things really gotten this bad? Maybe there had always been underlying problems that just didn't become more pronounced until more recent generations. \"With any luck, I'll get to put some of what I've already learned to use before the day's end, better me than innocent people with no combat training. I'm glad you want to support them too.\""
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"value": "Cassius staggered back as he was struck by lighting from Naisha. The attack landed flawless; but fortunately his suit was mostly rubber, it hurt him considerably none the less. \n\nShit. That would have been worse if it was anything like Ice... I guess count your blessings.\nHe pushed himself up to see Helios making his way over as a ray of light seemed to hit Cassius directly from the eye of Helios. \nHe could feel some ease enveloping his body. This was more helpful than I thought... unfortunately my shot bounced off. \n\n\"Bohdan, behind be, keep any fiends from me.\" Cassius said as he plug his Atelier into Helios, powering it up. \n\"Master, might I suggest optical illusions to divert the enemies?\" \n\"Then do it. It can help these people considerably.\" Cassius finished as he pulled the Atelier out, placing a soil gem into the item slot. \n\nHelios projected a barking canine near Naisha, if this worked correctly, it would possibly distract her from harming those Cassius and Bohdan are fighting with to give them an edge. However, it was also very possible that it would just irritate Naisha; but tiring out such a creature would be considered critical to his plan if he could not hurt it. Helios, regardless moved in on Naisha from a distance to where Helios emulated barking sounds.\n\nHe aimed his weapon high as he deployed the soil; as it was airborne from the shot, it moved twords the general direction, this could help block it's field of vision considerably as well as other fiends. If this worked, it could hopefully turn the tide momentary to strike the real threat; the root of the calamity that had unfolded. \n\nHe however looked up and saw the aeons around, he immediately questioned if his choice of action was wise, or just prolonging a bad situation to a more hellish one. \n\nHis ears seemed to vibrate; not in a literal sense, but in the sense he heard the hymn, he looked about to see a female dancing, one that was being defended by a muscular male. \"Bohdan, I want you to go help those two, I'll stay low and try to divert the big threats, as well as provide support for whoever is in danger.\" He was giving a direct order to someone who was just as much as a civilian as he was. His will was truly an adamant one for doing what was necessary."
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"value": "Xavier Price\nSpring Casual | Summer | Fall | Winter\nWinter Professional | Formal\n\nThe Basics\nA G E\n26\nB I R T H D A Y\nFall 09\nG E N D E R\nMale\nO C C U P A T I O N\nTown Physician\nA Lil' More In-Depth\nP E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S\nGenerous, Gentle, Caring, Curious, Eager to try new things\nStrong moral compass, a little dismissive at times\nBit of a chatterbox, Distant, Naive, Scatterbrained\nF A V O R I T E S E A S O N\nSpring\nF A V O R I T E C O L O R\nYellow\nF A V O R I T E F O O D\nPeach Cobbler\nL I K E S\nTrying (and failing) to raise a garden, cooking, sewing, \nlearning new things, animals, spices and spicy food, sweets\nD I S L I K E S\nRainy days, cold days, smoke, being crowded, \nbeing stuck in a small space, snow, feeling uncertain\nD O Y O U B E L I E V E I N M A G I C ? \nXavier doesn't really believe in the Harvest Goddess or magic of the like, but he entertains the idea because the thought of it is nice. He plays along when others sincerely believe in it, and he has seen the very real effects of \"The Rot,\" but he doesn't contribute any good or bad fortune to supernatural forces like magic.\nPast and Present\nF A M I L Y M E M B E R S\nXavier is an only child, and his parents live kind of far away in the city, their names are Clara and Ethan Price. His mother Clara is a real-estate agent and his father Ethan is a nurse at the city's hospital. His father's work combined with some other factors in his life guided him on his path to medicine.\nA N I M A L F R I E N D S\nXavier cares for a few small rabbits:\nNami (black), Muffy (white), and Celia (brown)\nH O M E L I F E\nXavier's home is Space 4 on the map, and also doubles as the Root River Clinic\nThe building is a moderate size, and the entire first floor is dedicated to the clinic. It features a curtained off resting area in addition to exam rooms. The second floor is a bit smaller and features a kitchenette, bedroom, bath, etc.\nBehind the clinic is a small hutch for the rabbits and small yard. Xavier is by no means a vet but he does let animals rest in the yard if they need to be quarantined from their home farms.\nS T O R Y\nDespite his more recent reputation as a former city slicker, Xavier's family used to live in Root River. Xavier, his parents, and his grandfather Francis, had a modest home in the town as Xavier was growing up. They enjoyed a very happy family life, but Ethan worked long hours and had a long commute. His wife also wanted to move into the city, but Xavier was resistant. He loved his grandfather (who had no desire to move) and the town, but ultimately he had no say in the matter. When they could afford it, Xavier and his parents moved away and his grandfather remained in town. Living the city life, Xavier studied hard to get into med school, and spent nearly all of his free time working towards his goal. That and questioning his sexuality, that is. Despite that, the smog and dense populous, it wasn't an unpleasant life.\nXavier's grandfather Francis was a hearty man, but eventually time caught up with him and he needed someone to look after him. Xavier and his parents would travel back and forth from the city to Root River to keep an eye on Francis, as the old man didn't want to leave his home. The town's local clinic had been failing for the last few years, as more and more residents left for greener pastures and rumors that the entire town would be leveled spread throughout. The diminished services of the clinic meant that sooner or later Francis would have to leave Root River as well if he wanted to get the care he needed. However, Root River had always meant a lot to him as the place he grew up and met his late wife, and so after a couple years he passed peacefully in his home. His old house in Root River was sold to BigCo. by none other than Xavier's mother, since the family had inherited it. This incident caused quite a big fight in the family and although Xavier and his mother have since made up, the situation made up Xavier's mind and, now an adult, he moved back to Root River. He borrowed some money from his parents and a city bank to buy out the old clinic and fix it up. He still owes a lot.\nHe thought, 'No one should have to leave their home so far behind just to get care!' Using the medicinal knowledge he'd acquired from schooling in the city, Xavier hopes to revitalize both the small clinic and the town. Just to note: Xavier doesn't have a doctorate, so whenever the residents call him \"Dr. Price,\" he gets a little embarrassed and has to correct them! He's working on it though, and continues his schooling online and some infrequent trips back into the city when needed."
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"value": "---\n\n\n❀ Spring 1 • Year 1 ❀\n\n\nLocation: General Store\n\n\n\n---\n\n\"But...\"\n\nWell, Luna's declaration wasn't exactly unexpected but... it still wasn't what Xavier wanted to hear either. This was his nice freshly cleaned Spring outfit! He supposed it wasn't the worst case scenario though, after all she could have been yelling or blaming him, and he did technically have a hand in spreading the mysterious soot around even if it was an accident. Plus she said \"help,\" not \"clean this up yourself.\" All in all, he got off pretty easily once he thought about.\n\n\"Okay,\" he sighed, depositing his small basket of goods on the counter for her with a weak smile. He'd get started while she was ringing him out to make the clean up go as quickly as possible. He still had to get home and actually make something for the potluck after all. Speaking of the event, Xavier wondered if the store would be open all day or if the young shop keep would be joining the rest of the town for the festivities. Xavier was pretty sure the mayor must have called everyone in town given how excited his message made him sound. He glanced back at Luna. She didn't really seem the \"festive\" type but everyone needed some downtime now and then right?\n\n\"...um, if you have any advice for the New Year's picnic,\" he started, figuring some kind of small talk to fill the space would be nice. At the very least it would be nice for him. \"- I'd appreciate it. It's been a while, I'm kind of stuck on what to bring. I was thinking, well, ah, apples if it wasn't already apparent.\"\n\n---"
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"value": "Location: Abernova General Store\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\"The picnic?\"\n\nLuna tightened the apron around her dress as her dead, cold eyes looked to Xavier as he agreed to help her clean the soot from her shelves and product.\n\nXavier's wonderment of Luna's advice felt strange, admittedly, though Luna hadn't ever been asked for her opinion on many things. The fact the Mayor, in his infinite wisdom, wanted her to participate in such a useless waste of time wasn't a surprise to Luna, but the idea that she was expected to bring something was still lingering on her mind. Outside of just taking something from her stock and writing it off, there wasn't a lot she could consider. Unless the Mayor expected her to unveil her talents before the entire village like she wanted attention, and that wasn't something she would ever humor, there were not a lot of options for the pink-haired general store owner. Xavier had thought apples was enough, a rushed, on-the-fly gift. She doubt the Mayor would've contested much, even if he wanted more from his cherished guests.\n\nAs Luna tossed something to help Xavier clean the soot with the pink-haired girl sighed.\n\n\"He wants a present, too. I'm not sure apples will be enough. I suppose you could bake it into a cobbler or pie.\"\n\n\n---"
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"value": "---\n\n\n❀ Spring 1 • Year 1 ❀\n\n\nLocation: General Store\n\n\n\n---\n\nOh, a kind response! It was more than Xavier could have hoped for given the scenario. Pleased, he couldn't help the small grin that settled onto his face. He turned to more enthusiastically talk to her when a rag came flying from the young woman's direction and landed squarely on his face. When Xavier swiped the cloth away and remembered oh yeah, clean soot the smile was still in place.\n\n\"Cobbler or pie, hm? Good idea.\" The young physician started with the largest areas of the mess, wiping down the shelving with care. He may have been eager to get home and make something, but he wasn't about to do a half-assed job either, that would just be rude. As he worked and mulled over the benefits of a cobbler versus a pie, he figured he may as well continue getting advice from Luna while she was in the mood to give it. After all, though he had a sweet tooth and could cook a simple meal, he wasn't very well-versed in baking. He knew to stick to a recipe though. \n\n\"Do you bake, Ms. Abernova? A cobbler is simpler, right? I do like a good pie though... I'd like to try that.\" Xavier hummed, taking a step back to make sure he hadn't missed any spots before moving on to the next area to be wiped down. \"Any recipe suggestions?\"\n\n\n---"
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"value": "Location: Abernova General Store\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\"Mm.\"\n\nXavier was the town doctor, and as far as Luna could tell he was a jittery weakling. She figured she could easily outmuscle him, even if the thought of actually committing to her threats seemed like a waste of time. As she began moving to the produce, particularly the apples, she thought how best to get through to him. An idle, vague threat seemed like the best option rather than anything forceful or direct. The pink-haired girl considered her response. She didn't care to put into the energy of lying about things. There was too much work in creating false dichotomies and perceptions. She enjoyed that many of the villagers only really interacted with her to buy things and ask stupid, mundane questions about the weather; and she wanted to keep it that way.\n\nShe tossed a look at her acquaintance, showing that she was all business. A look that not many witnessed--a slight turn of the head and a wide smile. Somehow it was worse than a death stare.\n\n\"Sometimes. I like to do anything that doesn't involve this stupid village. Plus, people buy it. Don't go telling everyone I like cooking, though. You seem smart. I'd hate for the town doctor to go missing.\"\n\nRemoving eye contact, she returned back to his previous question, as if she had not just threatened to put the town doctor on ice.\n\n\"Suppose I could show you a simple recipe. If you'd like to.\"\n\n\n---"
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"value": "NatalieSpring, Day 1 - New Year's Day\nThe Forest\nOffense Roll: 6\n\n \"Werewolves? Haven't really ran into any, unless Mahina counts.\" Natalie joked. While she was focused on getting what they needed for the picnic, she was also focused on keeping Ferris safe. The huntress didn't want to risk putting him in danger. But they should be fine as long as they didn't stray far into the woods. The monsters only appear in the dark, after all!\n\n ...Right?\n\n Feeling something wasn't right, Natalie flinched when she heard the sound of someone, something approaching them. She spun around to see half a dozen dark blobs of sludge, large ones, after them. She couldn't believe it.\n\n \"I-I was wrong...!?\"\n\n Ferris hiding behind her snapped the huntress out of her thoughts. She quickly pulled out a pair of twin crossbows, and started firing at the blobs. \"We need to get out of here, NOW!\" Natalie was more than willing to escape back to town, she had to let Michael know the situation was getting worse, not to mention she still needed to protect the lumberjack."
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"value": "❀ Spring 1 • Year 1 ❀\n\n\nLocation: General Store\n\n\n\n---\n\nXavier's small joy at seeming to catch the store owner in a good mood was quickly taken over by some other feelings. Confusion, fear. Definitely fear. \"Oh.\"\n\nHe stared at Luna, taken aback at pretty much everything she said. The half-admission, the threat, the offer to show him a recipe - a very nice offer, but also, a threat? That was a threat, right? She looked away and Xavier laughed nervously, voice a bit higher pitched than he would have liked. Everyone in town could gather that Luna wasn't particularly happy with their little down, but for some reason she wanted to keep something she liked a secret? \n\n\"I don't want to go missing,\" he said. Yep, real smart. Still, his voice had gone back to normal and the tone of his statement said he took her words seriously. He wouldn't divulge her secret. At least not on purpose. He'd try his best. He didn't want to give her one more reason to hate Root River - besides, it'd make doctor's visits really awkward. Almost as awkward as this store clean-up was threatening to become. Xavier didn't think he could ignore the threat on his life quite as easily as the one who made it, but if she'd moved on already then best to follow suite... and think about some self-defense classes, maybe. \"That would be good. I'm a more hands-on learner, anyway.\"\n\nXavier tried to keep his mind focused on the task at hand but after a little while his eyes wandered around the store. People buy it, the pink-haired girl had said. Were there any Abernova originals in the shop now? \"...so you sell your own handmade things?\"\n"
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"value": "Age: 22\nGender: Female, but dresses and travels as a male\nRace: Mura\nAdrianna has dark straight hair with green eyes. Her complexion is a bit pale, largely unmarred with freckles or scars. Adrianna is very lean, but toned, and stands at 5 feet 7 inches tall. She binds her chest beneath a loose undershirt, though her chest is rather flat anyway. As she has cut her hair and dresses like a man, she looks much younger than she actually is. She does not have facial hair, and her voice sounds like she might not have hit puberty yet. She has no tattoos. If one looked closely, they might see that her ears are pierced, though it has been years since she wore anything in them.\nClothing: \nFace: \n\nMagic:\nHealing- Adrianna can manipulate her own energy and the energy of others to heal. While her healing does not remove all scarring, it has saved lives before. Healing a lot wears her out, and she has traditional non-magic healing capabilities as well, which she uses more frequently than her magic.\n\nLight Orb-Adrianna can create and control an orb of light to illuminate a dark area. It does not put off heat, however. She has good control over its size, and has recently learned how to \"throw\" it at people to startle or confuse them. It disappears if she loses concentration or it gets too far away from her.\n\nGear: She carries herbs, salves, and some basic medical supplies that she has gathered together in a pouch that hangs on her waist. Adrianna carries a small dagger in her left boot, and a two section bo staff, split, one on each hip. She also carries a sling-shot, and is able to use a bow, though she doesn't currently have one. \n\nShe carries flint and firesteel, some dried meat for rations, and a container of water in a satchel over her shoulder. In there is also a small book and writing utensil, in which she has drawings and information about plants and their many uses for healing, eating, and poisoning.\n\nHistory: Adrianna currently travels as a man, as she is \"on the run\" from the Church. She doesn't usually think anyone is looking for her, though occasional bouts of paranoia keep her in hiding. When she first left, she was nervous about being a young woman traveling alone, and so she put on a guise and became a \"healer for hire.\" She mostly uses non-magic healing, though occasionally infuses a bit of magic to prevent infection or prevent mortal wounds. The group she has traveled with for the last two years does not know for certain she is a mage, or even that she is a she…though there have been suspicions when men were able to walk within a few days of grievous injuries. No one asked, and \"Adrian\" didn't tell. After all, every man in their company of bandits had a story, and few of them wanted to share their own. Still, she could not stay in their company any longer…\"Adrian\" should have started growing facial hair, his voice should have deepened, and overall it was too much of a risk. So off she went."
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"value": "Amuné pressed back against Wyth when the man with the pale hair approached, looking from him to the healer. They offered to let her travel with them into town, which was maybe kind and maybe very dangerous. Wild animals she could understand. Monsters weren't so common. But people -- people were dangerous.\n\nAdrian distracted her by asking another question, and she blanched, fear squeezing the breath right out of her. But she had to answer, that was the rules. She could barely get her answer out, and when she did she knew at once what she'd ask. \"Away. ...How did you know?!\" Amuné tried to keep her voice quiet, barely a whisper and a shaky one at that. She stiffened when Adrian leaned towards her, but he was just trying not to let anyone else overhear.\n\nYou aren't the only one who has had to run away.\n\nThe child stared at him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Who had he run away from? Why? ...Was he maybe a proper healer instead of just a mundane one, then, a Magi like her mommy? Or had he run away for some other reason? She couldn't ask that, of course -- if nothing else, it'd be rude -- but that didn't stop her from wondering.\n\nShe was so caught up in the slew of questions that Adrian's hand on her shoulder made her jump. Was she coming with them?\n\n\"I-I....\" Amuné looked from one face to another, and she couldn't hide the shudder that ran through her. \"I'm not supposed to go places with strangers,\" she managed, though it wasn't a no. The girl was visibly conflicted, pulling her arms and legs in tighter to her body.\n\nBehind her Wyth made a noise like a cough and lurched to his feet, depriving her of her warm pillow and nearly sending her sprawling. For him things were simple. His girl was no longer near the bad people. This one, the one that smelled like his man's mate, had helped her. Both this one and one of the others had offered food, which the girl needed.\n\nHe put his face in the small of her back and pushed, and now Amuné did overbalance, catching herself on her elbow. \"Hey!\" she protested, and would have said more if he didn't add a rough-tongued lick that left a whole clump of her hair sticking up at odd angles. People could be scary, but Wyth would keep her safe -- and if they needed to run away he was very fast. \"...I guess we will. For a little while.\""
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"value": "Yarri stayed aside when the situation suddenly became complicated by the appearance of the two children. She half of her mind was focused on a magical mark which she had on the tiger, which was still apparently circling around them. From a large distance, for now, but she didn't doubt in time it would get much more daring and come closer. That was the reason Yarri neglected all the signals that Shaela was giving her about someone coming. She thought the cougar was just nervous from the dangerous animal lurking around.\n\nThe first child looked like she had been in the forest for weeks alone and Yarri wondered how she survived that. Probably her cat keeping her alive, but it must have been very uncomfortable, eating raw meat and sleeping out in the forests. She let the others deal with the girl, Yarri wasn't good in dealing with normal children, let alone such traumatized ones.\n\nThe other child she remembered from the ship. There was something strange about the boy, not just the look of someone who had been in a horrible accident and barely survived, but something else. Yarri couldn't really put a finger on it. But even Shaela, which seemed to be happy to play with every other child on the ship, always kept her distance from this one, growling quietly whenever she passed by him.\n\nWhile the girl was talking to Adrian, Shaela walked over to the moorcat, sniffing the air around it carefully. Then she lowered her head, so their muzzles nearly touched. The cats stayed like this for a few seconds, looking into each other's eyes. Shaela must have been satisfied with what she had seen, because she just turned around and went back to Yarri. \"Did you guys have a nice chat?\" Yarri whispered to Shaela's ear, absent-mindedly stroking her soft fur. The cat licked her hand and lied down on the ground, which was a clear sign that there was no immediate danger.\n\nYarri walked over to the young hunter and tried her best not to sound hostile when talking to him. \"We should keep moving if you want to reach the town before dark, especially now with these children to slow us down.\""
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"value": "\"Oh, Ethan! Ethan Campbell. Nice to meet you, Cecil!\" Under better pretenses, he wished, but at least they had run into nice people; bandits could just as well have found them. Bandits... Another reason for them to keep moving. There was so much risk for those back on the beach and here they were, stood around and chatting casually. Ethan looked around at their group, with two more - three if you counted the moorcat. It was far from a small rescue party now and with how many people they had it made settling down for camp even less practical.\n\nWhich made him roll his eyes when Yarri suggested they keep moving. You were the one who suggested stopping in the first place. Ethan let that thought remain as just that: a thought. It wouldn't do any good to start arguing among themselves. \"Yeah, we should get moving. And we can help carry the kids if you're so worried they'll 'slow us down'.\" He suggested, frowning as he glanced sideways towards Yarri. \"Or we can take our time. Who knows, we might end up finding more people!\" He was kidding but now Ethan worried he'd just jinxed them; no town was going to accept twenty or thirty people out of nowhere; if that were the case then they should have just brought everyone from the ship with them.\n\n\"We should keep the kids in the middle of the group. That way they're safe if we get anymore... Uh... Surprises.\" Somewhere in his oft-hapless mind was the training he'd received from the Church, training which he was now clambering to retrieve. There were protocols for everything and this was no different - at least he didn't think it was. Ethan smiled at Amuné, then Cecil, and clapped his hands together. \"Why don't you and... Adrian?\" He asked, glancing at their resident healer for confirmation. \"Why don't you two walk together? Cecil, you can... Uh... Well walk in the middle of the group! And Yarri, maybe you can take the rear? You and your... Cat, can help make sure nothing's following us!\"\n\nOne of the privy sailors spoke up about the proposal. \"And what will you be doing exactly?\"\n\n\"Leading, of course! Someone has to!\" Ethan's confidence and smile waned under the doubtful look of the sailors. He had asked which direction to travel in right out of the gates, naturally people were going to doubt his navigation skills. And they were right to. With a reserved sigh, he shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Adrian. \"How about you lead, then? I can uh... Watch Amuné?\" Maybe he was trying to put things in their place that didn't need to be. But any successful escort mission - and that was what this had become, thanks to these two kids, involved forming a perimeter and keeping people safe. A little tricky to do given their group, but this should solve that issue.\n\nAnother sailor let out a groan and rubbed at his face. \"I should have stayed back at the beach...\" Another seconded his complaint, leaving Ethan standing at the front of the group with an awkward smile. Thank goodness for his training, otherwise he'd seem like a total idiot... Instead of just a partial idiot. Maybe he should have stayed at the beach too."
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"value": "Adrianna had no intention of forcing the kid to join them. Frankly, it would have been a relief if she had decided not to join them. They had a whole ship-ful of hurt people they had to get help for, and a stray kid wasn't going to make her job any easier. But the girl's pet seemed to think that joining them was a good idea, as did the boy, so their numbers went up. The white-haired man introduced himself as Ethan, and after a brief back and forth with Yarri, Adrianna perceived a bit of a struggle as to who would proclaim themselves leader of this ragtag group. Fortunately, they would only be together for this walk, so she didn't imagine things would come to a mutinous end.\n\nEthan decided, after a bit of back and forth, that Adrian would lead the group, and the children would be in the center. Yarri, with supposedly the keenest senses, would take up the rear and keep an eye out for tigers or stray children, as these forests seemed to be riddled with both. It wasn't a bad suggestion, but the nature of it reminded her a bit too much of the most basic training done by the Church. Just a coincidence. She told herself. You're being paranoid and seeing something where there is nothing. But paranoid was what kept her alive, and she couldn't help but feel a bit more on-edge about being so close to the man.\n\n\"Sure.\" Adrianna, unlike the sailors, made no fuss about the assigned post, and moved up to the front of the group. She set a somewhat brisk pace, though she slowed when she put too much space between her and the others. With everyone on alert, Adrianna didn't begin to start up another conversation with the girl or Ethan, and the others were too far away. It was probably better to just stay quiet to not attract unwanted attention.\n\nAs they settled in more comfortably, Adrianna's senses began to wander. She glanced back at Ethan, feeling something…off about the man. They had already been walking together for some time, and she hadn't picked up anything before. But now… No, she was sure of it, he had gotten hurt. But how? When? All they did was make camp, and…well, he got run over by a child, but surely the boy couldn't have caused that much damage. Adrianna turned back to see Cecil's gauntlets. Well, perhaps he had. He clearly had some sort of modifications, and if the blunt ends of those things had smashed against the wrong part…Ethan could have gotten seriously injured. He likely wasn't, in this case. All she could sense was some blood clotting in his chest. It would probably form a nasty bruise, but it was nothing worth fussing about. What's more, the injury was not the type she should even be aware of."
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"value": "Age: 33\n\nRace: Human (Sub-Saharan African in appearance)\n\nAppearance: Rintor is a smallish, very dark-skinned man in his early thirties, wiry but muscular. He has dark grey-brown eyes and is vaguely handsome. However, he suffers from Alopecia Universalis, which renders him completely hairless across his entire body. He usually dresses in a simple black robe, with black leather boots, loose black pants, a handful of fur pelts, and a thick brown leather belt with a trio of leather satchels around his waist. In his youth, he would often wear a mask that covered most of his face. However, he doesn't wear it anymore.\n\n \n\nRole: Linguist, assassin, scout\n\nBio: Rintor comes from Boshir, a powerful fiefdom in the south, where he was the third son in a family from his country's equivalent of the landed gentry. His father and grandfather had both served with distinction in the king's army as armed scouts in previous conflicts, rising to become commanders. Rintor seemed destined for the same path, and indeed demonstrated considerable aptitude as a child. However, he manifested somewhat unexpected magical abilities upon puberty and was sent for schooling in the arcane arts. He showed little promise with higher magicks, but excelled at what was called 'lightbending', which, in short, allows him to bend the visible light spectrum so as to appear all-but invisible. Before long it appeared that he had reached a dead-end. While lightbending was a useful skill, people who trained at the academy of thaumaturgy were strictly forbidden from using the abilities learned there for violent ends.\n\nWhen war erupted with a neighboring Elven kingdom, Rintor, then only seventeen, remained at the academy. He had flourished during his years there and grown into a thoughtful young man. However, after a year, the military situation turned for the worse, and he was personally pulled out of the academy upon orders of the king and placed into the army as a commissioned officer. Whatever his moral qualms, Rintor served as his father and grandfather had before him. If his swordsmanship was subpar for his station, he had little use for it during scouting missions. However, one can only last for so long in a war without resorting to violence. Forced to kill an enemy scout who would have revealed his army's position, Rintor had shed his first blood. Surrounded by martial culture, his guilt was quickly assuaged.\n\nFrom that point onward, he became the leader of an advance party that quickly became infamous for its lightning strikes, guerilla warfare, and sabotage. His lightbending skills made him almost absurdly effective, and before long Rintor was doing more than scouting. Assassinations came next, followed by long missions deep into enemy territory. His initial moral objections having become a thing of the past, and fed a steady diet of awards, honours, propaganda, and berserker mushrooms, Rintor became a gleeful killing machine. Gifted a pair of finely honed daggers by the king himself, the lightbender's trail of bodies grew until he was feared, revered, and loathed across much of the continent. It became something of a legend that he would always appear out of nowhere a bare moment before striking the fatal blow, smiling like the devil himself.\n\nHis high (or low) point, came when he infiltrated the bedchambers of the Elven king and murdered him and his entire family in cold blood. This plunged the country into civil war and forced their interim leadership to sue for peace terms. Back home, Rintor was hailed as a hero, but with the war over and the accolades, drugs, and honours drying up, he felt increasingly hollow. He longed for purpose, which he attempted to find in hunting, bloodsport, and horse racing. All were dead ends. The academy had long since severed all ties with him and he was not allowed to return there. At some point, he disappeared from society altogether. \n\nNobody is entirely certain where he went for seven years, but when he reappeared, he was able to speak six new languages and he seemed to have found his peace. He sat outside of the academy in meditation, drinking only one bottle of water each day, for twenty-six days and nights until he was finally granted an audience with the provost. The price that he paid for readmission to the academy was considerable: all of his lands, honours, titles, and possessions save what he had carried with him, as well as a solemn vow of non-violence to be broken upon pain of a degenerative curse that will slowly and painfully cause him to waste away.\n \nFor the next three years, he ensconced himself within its hallowed halls, re-emerging at around the same time that the opening of the portal was announced. He appeared before the king, dressed in his simple black robes, and requested that he be the first of his nation to step through the portal. Given his status as a war hero, it was a request that could hardly be refused. Nobody knows what his motivation is except for Rintor himself, though one would assume that it has to do with the fascination of exploring a new land and finding redemption in the process.\n\nSkills: Rintor can move with the utmost stealth and silence. Even elven ears struggle to detect him. He is almost ridiculously proficient with knives and daggers, though he has sworn never to use them for violence against another sentient being so long as he lives. He is able to draw maps and describe topography in considerable detail, though perhaps not as well as he might've in his youth. He is adept at sabotage, guerilla warfare, and has some tactical abilities, though these are qualities that he tries not to advertise. Rintor is a skilled horseman and reasonably proficient with a bow, though not what one would call 'naturally talented'. He can fast for an extended period of time and possesses basic survival skills. He has an innate ear for languages and has studied linguistics over the prvious handful of years, though he tends to speak with a thick accent.\n\nMagic: Rintor is able to bend light so that he blends in flawlessly with his surroundings for extended periods of time when still and short bursts while moving. This effectively makes him able to turn invisible. However, the ability only extends to the visible light spectrum, and requires considerable concentration. He also struggles to blend into backdrops with especially intricate patterns or with many colours and a great deal of motion.\n\nEquipment: Rintor has the clothes on his back, a flask of water in one satchel, some parchment and a quill in another, and some dried fruits, jerky, and nuts in another. He also has a pair of wickedly sharp daggers gifted to him by the king, but he wants nothing to do with them.\n\nOther: Rintor is quiet and reserved – some would say aloof and subtly arrogant. He never shows his teeth anymore when smiling. He seems to be highly intelligent, though he will rarely correct people's mistakes. He also appears to have little to no interest in women. Though he has tried hard to train it out of himself, he harbours a degree of suspicion towards elves and many near-human beings. Before Rintor went through the portal, the king gifted him his old daggers back and bade him take them through the portal. Rintor could not disobey with so many eyes on him, but he plans to drop them the moment that he steps through, and not just for his own sake. Given his past and his distinctive appearance, I'd assume that he would be known to many of the other characters, at least by name and reputation."
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"value": "Ayana\n\nAyana huffed at the Dwarf's dismissal of her indignation. She didn't like that he thought certain work was beneath him either. But, she didn't want to start a fight the first day on the trip so she left it at that. Maybe he didn't like shoveling dung because he was so short and his nose was so close to it... The thought of it made her giggle and her good spirits were restored. And so, she joined the group as they began walking toward the mountain that loomed on the horizon. \n\nThen, their group leader, or at least the person who was acting as the leader, came up with an idea. \"A watchtower? I think that's a great idea! Ayana said brightly. \"We can even put a weather vane on top of it! I'm no carpenter, but I'd be happy to help you build it. I helped my family fix up their bar all the time when it needed repairs. It can't be that much different.\" Ayana walked in stride beside Esailia. She liked the Mithra's \"let's get to work\" attitude. Plus, she didn't have to feel weird about being the only person with animal ears. It was odd how few kitsune their were in the more urban areas.\n\n@Esailia\n\n* * *\n\nAs the party neared the mountains, the grass became thinner, more sparse, and more prickly. The soil gradually faded from a dark brown to a light tan. The temperature was still pleasantly warm, though it was beginning to cool as the sun drooped lower in the sky. By its position, it was now late afternoon, approaching the evening. The mountains were still a half-day's hike away and it would likely be dark before they reached them. Still, the party drew close enough to them now to discern some of their features. They were a series of peaks that seemed to have valleys running through them, and swirling patterns in the stone that were made more intense by the orange backdrop of the sky. By the looks of it, the sun would be setting about 45 degrees away from them, making their mountains North-West-ish by virtue of sunset."
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"value": "As they neared the mountains, Zeke paid attention to the sun. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it, though he'd need a few nights to be sure. He didn't know whether this was a heliocentric or geocentric earth - that was, if it was even a planet at all. An idea struck him. What if it was a moon? Were they orbiting a greater planet now, and was that one orbiting still yet another planet? The thought was absolutely ludicrous, though fascinating and thus worth contemplating. But another time.\n\nKneeling momentarily, Zeke gathered a few solid rocks. They were abundant in this area, so he decided it would be best for him to take some now. He quickly stored them in his pack and pulled out a few of his wood rods. In order to help him make sense of this new world, he would need to run a few tests. That was precisely why he brought these rods, and so he began to work at them, boring holes and cutting notches with a utility knife. Hopefully he'd be ready for his first test by the time they set up camp. If he wasn't, though, it was hardly an issue. Being an astronomer, he'd have to stay up through the night anyway.\n\nZeke nodded slightly as Esailia talked, but refrained from asking her any more questions. Other group members wanted her attention, and he didn't feel like fighting for it - especially when he had nothing worthwhile to say. When she mentioned that he might work with others to determine cardinal directions or otherwise develop a map, he wasn't very enthusiastic, especially considering the people he was to work with. The halfling - Shel, was it? - didn't seem so bad, but Rhen was a different story.\n\nAs soon as Zeke was aware that a changeling would be entering the portal with him, he knew there would be problems. How could anyone trust a creature with the ability to change its appearance at will? It put him a little at ease that the changeling seemed so unsophisticated, and thus less of a threat, but still he couldn't know for certain whether that was accurate. Rhen could be hiding anything.\n\nBut as much as the changeling was dangerous, Rhen could be an even more formidable ally - provided Zeke would be able to withstand their apparent lack of maturity. It was for this reason that he approached Rhen and tried to strike up a conversation, thinking long and hard about the first thing he would say. Do you often use your face as a projection of your personal qualities? He coughed. \"I've not met a changeling before. If you don't mind, er, what kinds of forms can you take?\" he asked politely though curiously, absently whittling."
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"value": "The party is still half way to the mountains, the mountains from the distance looked like a wave of rocks, possibly by a lava stream years ago, he's no geologist, but he can guess.\n\nNumzom has not made any friends what so ever in this exploration, bummer, he has an idea, making friends with the Kitsune farmer, since she practically has the same attitude as him, he thought \"Maybe ill talk to her, maybe\".\n\nThe party still is walking, looking for a peak near a stream, and since no one is talking to him, he'll just talk to the spirit and munch an apple."
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"value": "Rhen had lapsed into silence after her initial round of flirting. Well, admittedly, she'd not stopped talking, just began dictating the expedition log again. \"Was decided to set up camp at mountains visible from portal location due to defense considerations. With entry direction of portal taken as north, as no lodestone offered, mountains are NNE, estimated day's travel on foot. Travel time will be revised after journey completed.\"\n\nShe caught the quill between two of her fingers as the messy human in the blue cloak spoke to her. She had mentally dismissed him as soon as she saw him. Honestly, there were far better looking people to get entangled with, physically, emotionally or politically. He really did look like the bottom of the barrel, but her cousin had made a living down there. Not that Rhen would like it there.\n\nShe pulled a party trick she hadn't in a while: her hair turned to a spectrum from right to left, from white-blond through red and brown to deep midnight black. Similarly, her skin went in bands from pale elvish white through dwarven ruddiness and halfling chestnut to the darkest Bashirian black, hitting most human shades along the way. She also sharpened one ear to a fine elven point and the other to a drooping Bashirian lobe. \n\n\"I'm the girl of your dreams, honey,\" she deflected the question while answering it. \"Or the man, if that gets you standing.\" She offered a grin her family had refined to be as charming and sexy as possible on a woman's face. Many a pocket had been fleeced when Rhen and her mother had worked together with that smile. She wiped her face with a hand, resuming the dark, freckled look she had previously. \"Or you're not the sort to stand up for anything, are you?\""
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"value": "Pack: Uutar\n\nGender: Female\n\nAge: 3 years\n\nPersonality: Before one gets to know her, she fits the stereotype of the Uutar. She is distrusting, touchy and can easily be made angry. However after another wolf earns her trust, she shows a side that is friendly, generous and playful. She likes to wrestle and show off her strength, and she is very proud of her identity as Uutar.\n\nAppearance: Grizzled pale gray and black fur. Her left ear is half torn off. She has large paws, a short but thick tail and a mane of fur around her neck that makes her appear much larger than she actually is. \n\nOther: The rest of the Uutar are killed by a rockslide."
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"value": "Jal had never been more glad to see a pup in his life. He had heard the little rocks tumbling, and for a horrible second he thought the mountain had awakened again. He had whipped his head round, ready to run, when he saw a little bundle of tan fur looking at Kaaili and himself sheepishly.\n'Rudder!' He yelped, euphoric. Jalil bounded over to the cub, snuffling and licking him all over in happiness. 'Are you well? Are you hurt? Where were you? Where you in the den?' He prodded Rudder with his nose, not smelling any blood on him, rejoicing in the fact that not all of the Uutar clan were dead. He turned to Kaaili and said, 'Look, Kaaili! Come! Rudder is still alive!'"
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"value": "Kaaili's ears pricked and she turned her head as fast as a snake's strike. A precious pup had survived! She rushed after Jal as fast as the unstable scree would allow without sliding again. Practically shaking with the relief that one of the litter wasn't dead, she gave Rudder a couple of reassuring licks, her tail giving a couple wags so strong that they made her posterior wiggle. There'd be no easy way to explain to him that his parents and siblings had been crushed, so she decided that it could wait, unless the pup asked. \n\n\"Come with us, Rudder. We're not angry at you, but we have to go down the mountain. You've never been below treeline, have you?\""
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"value": "Sasha stayed to the ground her whimpering not stoping she didnt know what to do she was alone and confused about what had happen from what she knew she was all that was left of her pack.. but then a thought crossed her mind what about the other packs. what became of them... she knew the Rretili were sneaky but could they have survived and the Uutar well they were very un trusting but she still was concerned.. they all had pups and elders... maybe some of them survived .. she knew she was closer to the Uutar borders. she looked up toward the mountain top and let out one last loud howl the last one she had in her \"Help Please!\""
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"value": "DeadWood's ears flicked and she quickly turned her head in the direction of the Eirir. Faintly she could hear a desperate howl for help, so desperate it almost sounded broken. It wasn't as faint as the howl she heard earlier, so the only other option was that it was a howl from an Eirir wolf.\n\nDeadWood growled at herself, thinking about what she should do next. \"As far as I know my pack is gone, hunters could possibly still be out, but two is better than one I suppose...\" She thought to herself, and then chuckled, \"Well, if hunters DO find me, I better have someone else for them to pick.\" DeadWood said to herself and then quickly weaved her way out of the thorn bushes she had hidden in. Once she was safely out she quickly began to sprint across the burnt forest, towards the direction of the Eirir where the desperate howl came from. Ashes kicked up behind her as she ran as fast as she could. She needed to get there quickly, or else she could have quite possibly put herself back into immense danger. Within minutes DeadWood had bolted past the boarder of the burnt forest and darted into the Eirir territory.\n\nDeadWood dodged and weaved around various trees of the territory. After a few minutes of running, she skidded to a halt once she came face-to-face with what used to be the Eirir den. Huffing a bit, DeadWood shouted, \"Where are you?!\" All she could see were rocks and dust. A few of the large rocks were spattered with blood, but since DeadWood was sinister to begin with, she didn't mind. DeadWood attempted to move a few, they only moved slightly. She growled in annoyance. \"Where are you?!\" She shouted again and loudly roar-barked a few times to try to alert anyone near-by.\n\n()"
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"value": "Rudder was a tad bit confused over Jalil and Kaaili's reactions, something didn't seem right. He didn't dwell on this set of thoughts for long with all of Jalil's questions ringing in his ears, \"I'm fine...\" \n\nKaaili's question caused the little cub to squirm a little, \"Erm... No...\" It was a half-lie, he had once chased a butterfly of evil down there but not beyond. Rudder tried to quickly think of a way out of more possible troubling questions when he heard a faint howl. \"Who was that?\""
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"value": "Sasha herd a growl and yiped out as she tried to move hearing the voice ask were she was her lungs still smoke filled she could barely speak \"over here please on the side\" she said trying to be as loud as she could.\n\nShe twisted her body and tried to grab a nearby rock with her paw and push it out for the other to see. it was a small rock but could be herd and that was enough."
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"value": "DeadWood turned as she heard a weak voice call out from her left. As she turned she saw a small rock tumble towards her paws. She carefully padded towards the direction the rock tumbled from, as she walked past a few more large rocks she spotted a white female wolf with her leg trapped underneath another large rock. DeadWood paused and glanced inside the den, seeing nothing but fallen rocks and crushed bodies. \"You, my dear, are very lucky to be alive at this moment..\" DeadWood said, now looking down at the wolf. DeadWood must have looked very grim and intimidating due to the other female's position. DeadWood was already rather tall, but from the other's angle it was possible for her to look even taller. DeadWood's eyes held no sympathy, her body language showed no urgent concern. Her ears perked forward as she looked at the female's trapped leg. Slowly, DeadWood backed up, head held low in concentration. With a loud growl she darted forward and slammed her torso up against the rock, just giving enough force to cause it to budge and roll away. DeadWood took a few steps back to give the wolf some space, \"You, what is your name? Were there any others out hunting or scouting? Because if there are, they might be dead too. Hunters attacked my pack, they might still be out there.\" DeadWood said, sitting down a few steps away from the wolf. \"I am DeadWood.\""
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"value": "\"Sasha\" she spoke softly moveing her back leg a lil it hurt but felt fine otherwise.\n\"and i dont know i was alseep when i woke up... i busted out of the den but then the rocks they fell..\" she looked to the other she was so tall and sleek looking.\n\n\"you said something about hunters..\""
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"value": "Jalil heard the howl, as faint as it was. He turned to Rudder, aware that the pup wasn't to know about the disaster. Jal decided to just come out with it- the faster he told Rudder, (hopefully) the faster the news would heal.\n'Up at the den...' He began, carefully. 'Up at the den, there was a great shower of rocks. Sometimes in the old times the mountains used to become angry, and when they were angry they would spit out their teeth at the world below.' The words flowed easier, as the old tales of his mother and grandmother seemed to come unbidden out of his mouth. 'One of these rocks landed on our den, and..it killed everyone inside. We are the only Uutar left..me, you, and our packmate Kaaili.' \n'Now we must go behind the treeline, to hunt and, to find out who that howl belongs to.' He looked at Kaaili, hoping he had explained well enough."
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"value": "Kaaili nodded in approval and closed her eyes to think, hoping that the explanation wouldn't frighten poor little Rudder too much. \"We will find food,\" she agreed, \"and we will find out about whoever howled, but we must be careful.\" She took a couple of pensive steps down the rocky slope and made an effort to keep her ears standing straight in a show of false confidence. \"We can't let Rudder out of our sight, so that leaves only one to hunt...unless the howler is worthy of trust.\" Her hackles raised at the thought of facing a stranger, but she shook the dust out of her fur and continued to lead the way slowly, unsure of herself."
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"value": "Rudder stood there stumped, They're... dead? The familiar smell of his pack was evident in the air with a heavy mixture of blood. But... I... I should've been there. I could have saved them! The world around him turned silent, as if his ears turned off to it. He stared blankly at the ground as thoughts of regret crept into his mind. If only I was there. I could have helped. They wouldn't be dead!\n\nThe cub's eyes watched as a small rock, displaced from Kaaili's paw, rolled down the scree. Without any real thought, he continued to observe the small rock until it collided against a huge boulder, one that was probably three times his size. He remained transfixed on the boulder for a time, his thoughts turning from regret to realization. I could have... could have... All his dreams, all his imaginary adventures, faded into nothing but black and white images to the smell of blood surrounding him, so potent that he could smell the color of it. \n\nHe was kicked in the stomach by the cruel force that is reality; he was only a pup, nothing more. He wasn't a super strong wolf, he wasn't destined for greatness by some wise-owl's words; he was an ordinary pup. The words of his father crept into his mind, \"Don't day-dream too much, you will get disappointed eventually.\" What hurt the most was that he will never, ever hear him say that again. He'll never get to play with his siblings, lay beside mother or show off his skills to his father. That pain sunk deep into him.\n\nHe took one final look up the scree at the mountain that he once called home. He had always imagined to leave it for an adventure... but not like this. The young cub then followed closely behind the others; his walk somber, his poster defeated and his spirit broken."
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"value": "The trees were still green and full of life, looking the same, like the disaster up the mountain had never happened. There were squirrels up in the branches, and birds clogging up his ears with their whistles. Jalil saw a rabbit dart out from the undergrowth, but he wasn't feeling hungry. His appetite had fled him as soon as the boulders fell. \nMore than anything, he wished to find the wolf that had howled. The sound seemed to come from the Eirir Hills, which he assumed meant that the Eirir had encountered trouble as well. It could be a lone wolf: they were usually found in the Eirir territory, seeing as the Rretili had little patience for the exiled creatures, and few wolves dared to climb the dangerous scree alone. \nHe turned to Kaaili. 'I would howl, to see if that wolf would answer, but that would alert any other wolves in the area...and we can't survive an attack with just us, right?' He hoped Kaaili would give him some guidance- he was by no means a leader, and wasn't quite sure of what to do."
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"value": "Theme\n\nAge (Magical Girl): 15\n\nAge (Before Magical Girl): 28\n\nGender: Female\n\nGender (Before Magical Girl): Male\n\n\nShe is a bit taller than other girls her age but is otherwise fairly unremarkable. Her eyes are dark brown, but seem to glow red in the dark. Her attire mostly consists of dark, conservative clothing that fits the weather. \n\n\nHer eyes are perpetually crimson red in this form, though they seem to glow brighter when she's especially focused on using her Third Eye. \n\nSpecialization: \n\nTime - A master of her original specialization, Silhouette's skill with Time Manipulation is rarely rivaled. Each and every basic technique a mage of her kind would employ is perfected, her precision is remarkable, her mana consumption is, compared to other time mages, minimal, and she is even capable of a form of time manipulation that she herself invented.\n\n Stasis: A unique form of halting time in which the physical state of something is completely stopped. This makes the subject impossible to alter in any way, although Silhouette is able to choose whether or not the subject can be moved. Utilizing Stasis does not require a continuous supply of mana, but instead needs an \"upfront\" cost which scales with size. The effect on non living objects is permanent.\n\nSome applications shown so far include: \n\n* Freezing various objects to use as stepping stones to reach the Sky Bastion, which otherwise would have required aid\n* Creating an invulnerable barrier out of a thrown table during a fight violent debriefing friendly chat between Silhouette and Veronica\n* Utilizing Stasis to change Silhouette's gloves into a passable fake Fist weapon.\n\n\n\nDarkness - A combination of natural talent, experience in dealing with the element, tutoring from Veronica, and tireless training has granted her a familiarity with Darkness that would not normally be probable. She is not yet a master, having a noticeable preference for utility over the offensive application of Darkness. Yet, despite this focus and favoritism towards utility, her most unique use of Darkness lends itself almost solely to an offensive mindset. \n\n \"Schatten\" - A type of clone constructed out of Silhouette's own shadow, and only her own shadow. Because of this, there can only ever be one at a time. It has three \"forms\" which dictate how it acts and its capabilities. These forms are \"Umbra\", \"Dusk\" and \"Penumbra\". As they are shadows, they thrive in the dark and are likewise weakened in places without. Schatten are not immune to Time Stop. \n\n* \"Umbra\" acts as a sort of ghost in the likeness of Sil, in that it can move through her person without any complications whatsoever. It is often used to surprise a foe by launching an attack from an unexpected direction or for parrying.\n* \"Dusk\" is a clone created from Sil's shadow that can move independently. It is capable of following orders so long as they aren't too complicated.\n* \"Penumbra\" is the strongest form of Schatten that is fully sentient. It can be imbued with a personality of Silhouette's choosing, including the 'voice'. Unlike the other Schatten, ones created in this way can easily be passed off as a person, though they are not impossible to see through, particularly by those sensitive to magic."
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"value": "@Ariamis\n\nIf she had been shown up before, then she was being flexed on now. What was mere teamwork had turned out to be full-blown psychic foresight, or perhaps it was simply that they had always thought their little parlor trick would come in hand one day. Nevertheless, Endsinger's disregard for even her own mighty swing had left her feeling increasingly dejected, but no less fervent in her assault. The nature of Leena's parallel attack sparked a moment of creativity in Dawn's mind, and she jumped at the chance to bring some synergy to the team.\n\nHer sword sliced over the guitar strings, drawing out a heavy chord as it was raised high. Dawn pushed off of one foot into the air with her weapon in a wide tow. A fiery circle spun her twice, quickly bringing the greatsword into a powerful swinging crash; she was aiming right for that space between the extended metal of Leena's braces, coming in from behind the lich's skull.\n\nShe aimed to send Endsinger's head right back down into it, like pressing meat through a tube."
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"value": "\"Well this is gay.\"\n\n\"Like you? Boom! Gottem!\"\n\n— Su Fang & Mika Sarraf\n\n@Card Captor@FamishedPants\n\nThere was little Su could do in the moment. Her ability to feel emotions had not yet returned to her, but she understood the situation. \"The Ascendancy?\" In Su's lulled state, she wasn't capable of fast reactions or making decisive choices. In hindsight, she probably wouldn't have used the staff's full power if she knew she was going to be like this afterwards. Or at the very least she would have made the attack more impressive if she was going to use it in the future. \"You must want to capture us because we're-\" That was when Alexander interjected with his accusation that they were pirates. \"I don't think so Alexander. I can't speak for their interest in the other two girls, but I am a dark magical girl. I'm sure they want to kill us for what they are.\"\n\nMika had just put out the fire on her ears when Su mentioned their possible death. \"Wha?\" She ran over to Kai and placed her hands together. \"But each of them is a good person! Su's taken care of me ever since I came to Penrose, Sil-how-eat chased off a dragon and a knight that would have hurt me, and Tent-rad hangs around street corners making people happy!\"\n\n\n\n\"You were still just a puppy.\"\n\n— Tetrad\n\n\"Clearly they want me because of my rockin' body.\" She blinked. \"Wait, why do I sound like I swallowed a frog?\" Anyone who knew Tetrad knew she was very proud of her body. Particularly her appearance. But there was little to be proud of now. Tetrad eyed her arms, which were skinny and wrinkled like the bark on a tree. Her expression only became more grave when she ran her hands over her face. Tetrad's fingers fell into every new crease on her cheeks, and a glance at her chest revealed that her pride was sagging like a rapper's pants. She still possessed some vitality, as she still had great posture and didn't have any difficulty standing on her own feet. Being magically aged hadn't left her totally powerless. Just as magical girls were stronger than their non-magical counterparts, magical elders were stronger than non-magical elders. That didn't mean that this new form didn't have an adverse effect on her abilities. That didn't mean that Tetrad felt confident fighting her pursuers. Even if she had the wild version of the red buff going, \"Oh dear…\" \n\nMore bothersome than this temporary(?) aging spell was the appearance of the Ascendancy. Not that them showing up was an inconvenience, but that they had the nerve to turn weapons on them so swiftly after bringing down the lich. Tetrad knew her luck was trying to tell her something, but she ignored it.\n\n\"I'm certainly not interested in fighting. I feel like the last battle aged me about sixty years. But do I really have to change back? I'm not sure I can survive without my magic to fight the curse.\" Hopefully answering that would keep the Ascendancy busy long enough to send Sil a message over magicoms. \"I'm taking us and a few of them to the overcity. They may be able to shift as well, so make sure to dispatch any hostiles after the shift.\" The violent approach wasn't Tetrad's style, but if there was something that scared her more than death, it was having her mind probed in a beacon HQ and being subsequently mind wiped. That, and Veronica would never forgive either of them for letting Su fall into Beacon's hands.\n\nWithout making any sudden movements, Tetrad slowly moved her hands together to perform \"Overcity-Shift-Jutsu.\" She targeted all the non-ascendancy present, and the triplet that was pointing a halberd at Tetrad*. With any luck, Tetrad would survive her gambit before they attacked her.\n\n*\nIn the event Overcity Shift doesn't work like that, she'll try to pull in as few ascendancy girls as possible while still teleporting everyone else to the over city.\n \n\n\n\n\"That's enough of that.\"\n\n— Tonya \"Mac\" Murphy\n\nAge: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity\nBody | Power of Friendship, Regeneration, Third Eye | Moirai\nCoercion, Soul Jar, Martial Training, True Sight, Parasite, Gifted, Awareness, Overcity Shift Mystic Artifact\n\nMagical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta\nRedirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer\n\nSTR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03\n\nSTR: 10 | AGI: 08 | VIT: 11 | MAG: 17 | LCK: 05\n\nEarnings this post: Zilch\n\nTotal: 6 Gold, 111 Silver, 120 Bronze\n\nThe Ascendancy girls would notice Tetrad shift, but it would be too late to do anything about it. Boom, undetectable illusion magic hoooooo!"
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"value": "Age: 13.\nHeight: 5'3.\nWeight: 120 lb.\nPath: Hikari.\n\nWeapon: Studded gauntlets, used for forearm protection and offensive purposes (not always in use).\n\nAppearance: \n\nPersonality: Yoshito is the sort of sarcastic, unenthusiastic child that didn't get along with others his age. He enjoys having a good laugh at minor things, which may cause him to come off as easily distracted, but Yoshito maintains a correct focus. Despite him being so young, his intellect is far above what most would regard it to be. He most often has a strong will and moral compass, but also spends perhaps too much time laid back, causing the severity of most situations to bring him little, if not any fear. Overall Yoshito is an independent person that prefers getting most things done on his own, or not at all.\n\nBiography: Growing up even younger than Yoshito is before was very troubled. Not financially, but Yoshito himself was a born a youngling with zero discipline. At school he was neither a bully, nor one picked upon, though his grades were an obvious failure. Only for a short while was it tolerable until both Yoshito's parents figured they couldn't handle a child much longer, especially one of this audacity. At the age of 7, Yoshito had been sent to be raised and trained at a temple of martial artists a few miles outside of his home village. There he obtained new power, and learned techniques that gave him a new mindset, and something more to do. Here he didn't have to be bored by those around him at school, and his foolhardy ways were taken care of. Only recently did Yoshito move to Asheville where he recruited himself, making him something of a \"new kid\".\n\nMartial Art Style -\n\n1.) Togakure-ryū: A traditional ninpō (Ninjutsu) that focuses on analyzing your opponent through combat in order to gain additional information on said opponents fighting patterns. This knowledge may be used in physical escapes and often evasion techniques in order to counter attack when an opening is exposed.\n\n2.) Ng Ga Kuen/Ng Gar King: A Chinese style of martial arts that incorporates techniques from the five Shaolin animals: the tiger, the dragon, the leopard, the snake and the crane. Ng Ga Kuen brings together a multitude of fighting styles that are used for various situations and scenarios such as speed (Leopard), strength (Tiger), evasion (Snake), equilibrium (Crane), and intellect or the ability to smoothly preform in combat (Dragon). Most techniques are seen utilizing open palm thrusts, parries, and boxing combat.\n\nMagic Abilities -\n1.) Photokinetic Combat: The ability to fuse light energy within your body to greatly increase your speed tenfold, which also amplifies hitting power, allowing for much faster attacks, and a much quicker evasion. Yoshito cannot literally move at light speed.\n\n2.) Energy Beam Emission: A beam of pure light and energy usually ejected from the palm of fingertips that can be thinned out for accurate shooting, or widened for large destruction. Not only is the beam used to project damage, but can smite dark energy and absorb life-force to make an opponent feel weaker. Almost predictable if used too often. \n\n3.) Photon Healing: Yoshito may heal himself or others using a photogenic regenerative process. Larger wounds may take longer, and this ability will run out if a light source is not current.\n\nCharacter Rank: D.\nMissions Completed: 0."
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"value": "Yaozu Au-Yeung yawned as he gave a satisfying, overhead stretch while walking down the meticulous path that snaked and spiraled around the temples's campus. There was a gentle breeze this morning that made the young martial artist's steps linger that much longer, as he wanted to enjoy the crispness of the air with his walk to his first day of class. Good thing he woke up earlier than usual, as he would have definitely sacrificed a few minutes of class just to bathe in the energizing kiss of the wind. Taking in a deep breathe, Yaozu closed his eyes and enjoyed the rest of the stroll. \n\nWithin tranquil minutes, he was in front of the classroom. Sharp eyebrows perked up as he casually peered inside, noticing THE Sin'chi Hajime hovering over the lecturer's desk. Though it didn't quite surprise him, Yao was still met with a flutter of excitement as he straightened his posture and stepped inside the homeroom. Being taught by the legendary martial artist of his time? The boy was glad he was admitted to this temple to hone his skills. \n\nUpon entering, Yaozu noticed that some of his peers had already arrived. He eyed them all warily, icy blue eyes lighting up with intrigue. So these are the fighters that he got grouped up with. With one look, he could tell that these are natural martial artists who are striving for the same thing as he was ; to become one of the top. They all looked strong indeed. Good. \n\nSatisfied with what he's seeing so far, Yaozu flashed his classmates a charming half-smile, before turning and bowing formerly to his instructor. \"Yaozu Al-Yeung, student of Class #4. Nice to meet you, sir, and I'm honored that you'd have me as a pupil.\""
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"value": "(Flashback)\n\"You have terrible hand and eye coordination.\" a much younger Hajime said.\n\nHe was facing an opponent out on the school grounds in the garden area. His opponent was a man with a height of 5'6 who weighed 250 Ibs. The man had a bald head, shirt off, and the bottom half of a gi around his lower body with sandals. He held a long katana in both hands, while Sin'chi stood with his current attire dual-wielding his two katanas. His right hand held his katana backward, the length of the blade stretching past his back, while his left hand held his katana normally, the length of the blade stretching past his chest. Hajime had a much focused look on his eyes, while the man he faced seemed a bit cocky. He was one of the candidates who applied for the headmaster position…and this was their final battle. The victor would definitely become headmaster of Mikado Daigaku. \n\n\"You are pretty fast, Hajime-san! But your technique is flawed as well! Heeyah!\" the man yelled, running quickly at Hajime.\n\nWhen he got in close, the man swung his katana diagonally from top left to bottom right toward Sin'chi's chest. Hajime squinted his eyes and spun his body backward. When he landed he saw that the man held his katana downward when he swung. Sin'chi brought his left foot forward and used it as a leverage to kick off of the ground to leap at the man in front of him. When he came close, he brought his right hand around while swinging his body toward his right as well. The backward held katana in his right hand came slashing down toward the man's upper torso; while his body was in spinning momentum, he also prepared to use his left hand which held one katana normally. The left hand came swinging around as well once his right sword brushed past the man's chest slicing him clean. The left sword sliced down the same wound, forcing the man to back ward holding his chest. \n\nWhen Hajime stopped, his back faced the man. Hajime narrowed his eyes at the ground, hearing the man yell in utter pain. \n\n\"Y-you…got m-me…\" he said before he collapsed.\n\nSin'chi heard a loud thud when the man hit the ground. The spectators around them looked in astonishment at Sin'chi's skill and speed. Suddenly another man appeared before Sin'chi.\n\n\"You've passed the headmaster test. Congratulations, Hajime-sensei.\" He said.\n\nAfterwards, everyone in the area bowed in respect to Sin'chi…but he wasn't feeling it all too well. Instead of enjoying that moment, he put his swords back in their sheaths and simply walked away from them all. \n(Flashback end)\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n[Day 1 - Monday - 9:55 am]\n\nHajime looked around and saw other faces enter the room. They all looked like they were prepared for class and one of the girls even announced her name…Hitomi Matsumoto. He was proud there were some who were not nervous about introducing themselves. As he gazed upon them all he sensed how much strength they carried. He could sense this by using his energy which is a mandatory skill that all students must learn. Focusing your energy is very important before you graduate from the school. The energy can do many things to your body. It can enhance your speed, allow you to walk and run on walls, water, and it can help you keep focus of your abilities further enhancing their power. When everyone sat down he began speaking.\n\n\"Welcome to Mikado Daigaku. I am headmaster, Sin'chi Hajime and it appears that I will be your homeroom instructor for the rest of the year.\" He said as he reached down to pick up a stack of packets.\n\n\"In my hand are packets that are crucial to your arrival here at the school. I will pass the packets out according to the names.\" He said.\n\nHe went down each row of desks handing them their packets.\n\n\"These packets offer information about the school as well as your dormitories in where you will be staying.\"\n(To keep our cast close together, we will reside in the co-ed building of the dorms.)\n\n\"Now that is finished. I want to ask you all something and I want some volunteers to raise their hand. How efficient are you in honing your energy?\" he asked and waited."
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"value": "Just as Amy was about to offer a response to the Headmaster's question, she watched people flow into the room, a few others that each pinged her interest. The first seemed cocky, but observant, the worst kind of cocky if you asked her. An overconfident man who could back it up was generally the worst, and on a more superficial level that chain belt wasn't the most friendly of markers. The second seemed sleepy, though that was likely an understatement, and struck her as the lazy type. She supposed, however, if she was in this school she had to have talent of some form, so clearly she was skilled in some martial arts of some type. The third was a girl with a sword, and she seemed very earnest when it came to meeting their headmaster. An admirable trait she supposed, though she wasn't sure what it was, something about the girl seemed off, not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way that threw her for a trip. The next was short but had a fairly deep voice, a rather interesting combination. He seemed an alright sort based on her incredibly limited perception of him. The last was equally respectful, though the way he eyed them was interesting, like a soldier eyeing his opponent, not a student seeing his classmates.\n\nIn the immediate aftermath, she stood up from her chair and gave a short bow to the headmaster, saying \"Sorry it took me so long to respond, I didn't wish to interrupt anyone, Kouchou. I am Amy Lirith, and I came from a long way away from here in order to study at this academy. I look forward to learning from you so I can better protect the weak in this world.\" At that, she sat back down to relax until class started. As it turned out, however, it wasn't very long at all before class started. Indeed, almost as soon as she sat down, he gave a quick introduction and began handing out packets he said would be important. When she received hers she immediately leafed through it, picking out important information, and resolved to do a more thorough inspection later. The man proceeded to ask how skilled the students were in schooling their energy and, eager to begin the learning process, Amy raised her hand, saying \"I'm good at controlling my energy, Kouchou.\" It was true as well, since her main power was the ability to move her energy from herself to others and back again, as well as using it to strengthen her speed when she was facing strong opponents, she had to be very good at that technique, and so she practiced it extensively."
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"value": "Outside looked delightful. Yoshito almost wished he was out there again as he noticed the sun began to grow to its peak. He could still remember the smells from outside. Yoshito's sensei used to tell him that it was important to admire those things; what was around you. He almost wish he had got up earlier, but the idea made him cringe on the inside. There wasn't much attention given to those entering the classroom. Regardless, he was very aware of his surroundings and continued taking notes mentally for each person entering the classroom. Just as the last of the bunch came in, it was then one girl stood up from within the crowd and began to introduce herself. There was always that one person. It was apparent everyone else fell into a shy bunch, but he assumed truthfully no one really cared enough. As the Headmaster Sin'Chi Hajime spoke, he closed his book at once and left it at the side of his desk again. He had always been a good listener when taking instructions at the temple, he just came off in a different way. The Headmaster informed his pupils about certain packages that all students would receive. Each one supplied information about the academy and every individuals dorm room. The first part was always a slow process. For the time being, Yoshito did not bother to open his packet as it seemed a class discussion was starting. \n\n\"Now that is finished. I want to ask you all something and I want some volunteers to raise their hand. How efficient are you in honing your energy?\" said the Headmaster. Simple enough. Of course it was the girl who had risen before that was the first one to speak. After she proceeded, Yoshito followed up after her, figuring nobody else would have; raising his hand at a casual pace.\n\n\"I am confident in my ability to utilize the energy I harness. However, I am aware of my strengths and weaknesses.\" his tone was very serious, yet it sounded unenthusiastic. Child-like, but centered; mature for his age. Yoshito spent time learning self-control and confidence. Learning his limitations and finding where he truly shined. This being said, he was in no way cocky. That attitude itself was something he disliked. He didn't come here because he was a master, it was just the opposite. It was evident that Yoshito was young, and he knew this, but that didn't matter to him. As he finished speaking, Yoshito wondered about the paths chosen in the room. He began to feel them faintly, and it was figured that only those that walk with the light have volunteered themselves to answer. No matter. It was only two people, but he was interested in seeing what the rest of them had to say."
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"value": "Age: 160\nMale or Female: Male\nVampire/Vampyre: Vampire\nPure Blood or Half Blood: Pure blood\nPersons in the family that wish to locate: none\nReason to move to Sanctuary: Dr. Sloan would like to move his medical practice to Sanctuary. Being together with his kind would allow him to further progress his experiments and inventions with greater ease. Aiding the village with his knowledge of Biomedicine. He would bring only himself and his laboratory with him."
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"value": "\"Iliana\", Dr. Sloan called, looking through his window into the cold streets at night. He lit up one of his favorite brand of cigarettes right before Iliana came into the room.\n\"You know you shouldn't smoke doctor\"\n\"Ha!\", Dr. Sloan chuckled, \"As if this things could kill me. What's the status of experiments 2XIV and 3X15?\" \n\"Seems there has been no progress at all doctor\"\nDr. Sloan took a slow drag of his cigarette, released a cloud of smoke up stream and turned to face Iliana.\n\"Doesn't matter. Give the test subjects a dose of lorazepam and release them. We have no further use for them. Then arrange for my lab to be packed and ready to ship and prepare for departure. We're moving for Sanctuary\". Dr. Sloan couldn't help but grin as he said those last words. \n\"Yes doctor\", Iliana promptly left the office to prepare.\n\n Finally, he thought, a chance to start anew in a place for people like him. Dr. Sloan sat back on his chair. He put out his cigarette as he reached for a small container under his desk. As he opened it a wave of cold vapor escaped as he reached for an IV bag inside of it. Dr. Sloan stared at it for a little as his eyes turned read and his fangs began to grow. \"What flavor is it today?\", Dr. Sloan asked himself as he sunk his fangs into the blood filled IV bag and neatly began to feed. He was a man of science, he had no need to feed directly from humans when he could just procure blood in advance. Granted it didn't beat the taste of fresh blood direct from the source, but he was a practical man. Still, he allowed himself to hunt for fresh sustenance from time to time."
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"value": "Hank pulled up to the community in his truck, with his daughters car being towed on an improvised trailer. Hank's daughter was definitely still pissed, and with reason, but Hank had his reasons. Truth be told as long as she was safe Hank didn't care how pissed she was. \"Welcome to our new home baby girl\" Hank got out of the truck and took a look at the community he had decided to move too. The houses were nice, there was a collection of buildings, and no one to worry about stabbing him in the back.\n\nHank daughter got out of the passenger door. \"Don't! Ever, call me, Baby girl. Ever.\" She grabbed her few bags out of the back of the pickup truck and started walking into the town. \"Which fucking house is the one that you forced us into?\" Hank knew that this was going to take a while to get use to. Hopefully... it wouldn't last forever. \"Number six, feel free to pick a room other then the master room. I paid for the travel so that's mine.\" She just glared and started walking off. \"I'll make it up to her later.\" He started unloading his things from the truck onto his shoulder. He was going to have to make trips just because of quantity, but he was determined to make as few as possible."
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"value": "Awesome\n\nMorticia was finished with her meal and had sealed the wound. She took the bandana out of Dominick's pocket and tied it around his neck to hide his bruised bite. With a smile, Morticia began to speak in an employer tone once more.\n\n\"I will want you to have a proper office and everyone on your crew needs a place of their own to rest at night. I have some land that can be used to make a construction community for the time that you are here.' Morticia spoke calmly as she turned away.\n\n\"That would be suitable for my workers and I. How much land do you own?\" Dominick asked as he walked beside her.\n\n\"Quite a bit actually. I will have to get my lawyer and he will tell you exactly how much land I own. I am in the process of buying more land as we speak.\" Morticia replied as she sees a truck that was pulling a car behind it. It had two passengers inside.\n\"For now you have rooms at the hotel but you will be sleeping two to a room.\"\n\n\"Yes, we found that out when we arrived this morning. I left the crew there to relax.\" Dominick spoke still in a daze.\n\n\"Why don't you go and rest then. I have a few things to do yet before bed.\" Morticia spoke softly as she brushed her mourning clothes down.\n\n\"Sounds like a good idea. I'll see you in the morning.\" Dominick spoke as he walked towards the hotel.\n\nMorticia on the other hand, walked towards number 6 home. It was one of the ones that she did not own so she wanted to be sure to find out who owns the homes on the other side. It was one thing she did not know about and she wanted to know who was the owner. She also wondered which home the present owner has......\n\n\"Good day to you. I am Morticia Lugosse and I own the homes on the other side of the road.\" Morticia spoke as she held out her delicate hand towards the male. She was anticipating whether he would kiss the hand or actually taste her........"
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"value": "Hank heard the voice of the person, naturally his first instinct was to draw a weapon of some kind and remove the head. Three problems with that, One, he was in a community that was supposed to be full of people like him, so bad start, Two he didn't have anything on him capable of doing that at the moment, Three, his daughter would get pissed as hell seeing the dead body... Again. So instead of reaching for the nearest possible weapon he calmly turned to face the new person who introduced themselves as Morticia Lugosse. \"Good morning Madam.\" Hank set down the pile of things that was over his shoulder and attempted to figure out what to do about her hand, was this a kissing or a shaking country? He decided go the safe route and just kiss her hand. \"Are you the one who sent out the letters? To come here I mean?\" Hank was trying really hard to hide his country accent and seem as formal as possible. Though that was hard considering he was wearing torn jeans, a t-shirt that was well worn, and combat boots."
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"value": "Awesome \nMorticia was please that he only kissed her hand and he did have a daughter who was a bit sulky.\n\"It was my lawyer, Dawson who did the job. I see that you brought your lovely daughter with you. Where is your wife? Bringing the rest?\" Morticia asked as she took her hand back.\nOf course she had more questions such as what kind of work he did, how many offspring he had, who was his landlord and more in the back of her mind such as What his name was as well as his daughter's name since she did the polite thing and offered her full name. And if he did not recognize her name then where did he come?]"
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"value": "Mrs. Lugosse seemed decent. Though she mentioned Dawson, Hank wasn't completely sure on if this was a coincidence, maybe it wasn't but maybe it was. Didn't matter, Hank would be ready either way. Though she soon mentioned Hanks wife. \"Janet, my wife. She passed some time ago, most the time it's just me.\" Hank was still trying to get an idea of the situation, paranoia was a habit he had picked up after several events over his lifetime. \"How rude of me, I don't believe I properly introduced myself. Hank Miller, The young one's name is Ky-\"\" \"Don't you fucking dare! You are not to mention that to Anyone! We started this new life because you wanted, I am not starting it with the name you gave me!\" \n\nHank looked at his daughter with a look of disappointment that would make a bear regret eating a fish. \"She goes by Kylie now, she gets really upset when I use her birth name.\" Kylie scorned her father, then went back into the house to finish unpacking. \"Truth be told, she has her mother's temper. But not in the fun and interesting way. More like the 'How am I going to make it through today' kinda way.\" \n\nHank did a quick look around the community. \"So, you just as new here as us or have you been here a while? And if so know anywhere good for walks? Seems to be the only thing that me and Ky...\" He stretched out the syllables to say the name his daughter was trying to make him use. \"...Kylie still have in common.\""
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"value": "Awesome\n\n\"I had a map made up of the surrounding area for Dawson to place in the envelopes. Did he miss your envelope by chance? I'll have to tell him to be more careful with my mail. Young people quite often get upset. Sometimes for the right reasons and other times by the wrong reasons. It is not up to the adults to change what they believe in but it is for us as adults to try to understand how they are thinking. Young people do not see with our eyes because we have lived sometimes too long to see what they mean. The world is constantly changing and one day the young will move away to a new home, maybe in another town or even in another country. \n\nKylie, perhaps you would like to have tea with me one day. We are not up to modern conveniences here such as TV, radio, newspaper, phone service or computer service. All that this quaint village has to offer is room and board. One hotel, a tavern of sorts, a general store and a school. There are woods but be careful while you are out there. I have just arrived yesterday to take up the family Castle. On the southeast end of Sanctuary is an area where I am having a mausoleum built for my cousin who has recently passed away in his prime. There will be others there as well. \n\nA ways north of that area is the Hospital which does have the only generators around here and the Firehouse. You might like to visit the firehouse since they have those Dalmatian dogs and Clydesdale horses. The staff are well brought up to respect young ladies and they had best not misbehave. If they do, then be sure to tell me for they are paid by me.\n\nI should let the two of you settle into your cozy little home and I need to get to mine. Have a pleasant evening.\" Morticia spoke as she slowly and gracefully turned around to leave. Slowly for she did not want her heavy veil to float out of place."
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"value": "A black Mercedes arrived and parked into the driveway of House D. Iliana exited the car first, she was driving as Dr. Sloan found it a boresome activity. \n*deep breath* \"Ahhh, smell the fresh air\", Dr. Sloan exclaimed, \"This is good, when is my lab arriving?\".\n\"Should be here tomorrow at the latest doctor\"\n\"Great, let's take a look inside, shall we?\", Dr. Sloan went inside the house as Iliana unloaded the suitcases from the trunk.\n\"This place is excellent, and what's this? A basement!? Ohhh, I love this place more and more!\".\nDr. Sloan went back to meet Iliana, \"Iliana, I'm going to take a look at the rest of the village. Particularly the Tavern\", Dr. Sloan gave out a small chuckle, \"You may do as you wish\".\n\"Then I shall start to unpack our belongings doctor\".\n\"Good, good\". Dr. Sloan went out and looked at the village while making his way towards the tavern, were he started to drink a spirit or two."
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"value": "A car entered the village and Morticia watched it pull into Home D.\n*A doctor....... Sloan.....He didn't give a first name but she should welcome him to the village. After all he was one of her tenants.*\n\nHer ears picked up a few words- these to be exact\n\n \"Iliana, I'm going to take a look at the rest of the village. Particularly the Tavern\",The man gave out a small chuckle, \"You may do as you wish\".\n\"Then I shall start to unpack our belongings doctor\" the lady replied.\n\"Good, good\". replies the man.\n\nNow was the perfect time to interrupt them for a few minutes.\n\"Good evening, my name is Morticia Anne Lugosse. I have stopped by to welcome you to my small Sanctuary Village. I trust that you had a pleasant trip?\" Morticia politely asked."
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"value": "\"Ah, Miss Lugosse\", Dr. Sloan gave a polite bow. \"I am Dr. Alistair Ivanovich Slovoan or Dr. Sloan if you prefer\".\n\"Indeed the travel was a delight. I was on my way to sightsee the village, would you care to join me?\""
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"value": "Morticia smiled under her veil. This doctor is a true gentleman and he is her tenent. She was delighted to take a walk with him. But what about the woman?\n\"I'd enjoy a walk with you. What about the woman that came with you? Would she like to come?\" Morticia asked. She knew that they would speak more on the walk so the less said now will be said on the walk."
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"value": "\"That would be my assistant Iliana, and quite the worker\", Dr. Sloan responded. \"Iliana!\", Dr. Sloan called.\n\n\"Yes, doctor?\", Iliana came outside the house.\n\n\"This is Lady Morticia Lugosse, heir to the house of Lugosse and our land owner\", Dr. Sloan said, the last part with a playful tone.\n\n\"How do you do, madam?\", Iliana politely responded, \"I'm Iliana, Dr. Sloan's assistant\".\n\n\"Lady Lugosse is accompanying me around town. Would you care to join us?\"\n\n\"I'm afraid I must decline, doctor. I still need unpack most of the boxes and make preparations for the arrival of your equipment. If you excuse me, please have a good day, madam\", Iliana excuses herself and went back inside the house.\n\n\"Ah, that girl doesn't know how to take a break, but she's a good person. She keeps me in check most of the time\", Dr. Sloan gave a small chuckle. \"So, shall we continue with this endeavor?\""
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"value": "Age: 23\n\nMagic: Tatsumi has a natural proficiency for Darkness magic, the dangerous nature of the skill perfectly fitting his reckless nature. Despite the risks he relies heavily upon his magic in combat. \n\nWeapon: It is perhaps a stroke of irony, or typecasting, that the first weapon Tatsumi received upon arriving in the World of Wasted Dreams was a katana. He wields the sword as his primary weapon, favoring it greatly over other weapons. When forced to attack from a range Tatsumi does not rely upon conventional weaponry, instead turning to the somewhat dubious magic he wields. Besides his skill with the katana Tatsumi is a skilled martial artist, noted as a practitioner of Muay Thai and Kendo.\n\nBio: I remember something... it feels so long ago. It's like another life... The Shinai made a harsh thunk as they repeatedly crashed against each other. I can hear that sound so clearly, but everything else feels distant. He knew that the match that happened there was what mattered most to him. Everything else was pointless. Yes... that's what matters. The opponent. The dojo. Nothing else. I remember... wanting a life like that. A life of adventure, where I fought seemingly insurmountable foes... but I won. The thunks sped up, blows of increasing fury meeting each other. But one simple slip up, and it was over. There was no protective gear, was there? Why? After that, everything was fuzzy.\n\nHe remembered the blinding white lights of the hospital. Being propelled down the hallway on the gurney. The thumping, throbbing, all-consuming pain in his head. And the blood. The blood was everywhere. \n\nAnd then Tatsumi woke up. That must've been a dream, nothing about that made sense... Tatsumi wasn't sure where he was, but it felt right. He knew he belonged here.\n\nPersonality: Tatsumi is perhaps first noted by those he meets for his sheer amicability. He's very friendly and outgoing, and meets strangers with an unusual eagerness to make friends. He's a natural when it comes to getting along with people, and is bound to make new friends in every locale he visits. He has what could be defined as a 'hero complex', wishing to be seen by those around him as someone strong, someone to admire. He's a paragon of morality, a shameless goody-two-shoes. He's incredibly helpful, willing to lend a hand to those in need, notably a sucker for the 'damsel in distress' stereotype, oft going out of his way to save the girl. \n\nTatsumi's negative features come in the form of his cocksureness. He's dangerously confident, reckless, and ridiculously cocky. Naturally, this combined with his wont to be a hero leads him to crave adventure and danger. Despite his somewhat 'goofy' attitude Tatsumi is surprisingly bright, perceptive, and calculating. When approaching an enemy clearly out of his league he always endeavors to have a plan to beat the insurmountable odds.\n\nUnderneath Tatsumi's shell of cheerfulness even he seems to harbor some sadness: Perhaps some lingering resentment from his time in the world before that of Wasted Dreams..."
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"value": "\"Good evening fair Hunter. I trust you've had a pleasant rest? I'm glad you made the journey in one piece because I'm afraid you'll have to sleep a little longer. Please don't fret...I promise the monsters under your bed won't bite.\"\n\n\n---\n\n\nThe Temple seemed to breathe on its own. Dusty, dank, and molted breath, almost like a noxious vapor used to kill pestering insects and other infestations. As decrepit as it may be, it was the closest thing Iredele had to a church. Thinking about it a little more broadly, it was perhaps the last standing place of worship in this nightmarish realm. The World of Wasted Dreams. A plane wrapped in eternal night. \n\nThe Temple had one priest of sorts and he was speaking to those newcomers even now who awoke a second time to find their reality twisted and torn apart. The man Iredele called Rotting Bone. A clunky mess wrapped in a tattered cloak and other meshes of clothing, yet they always seemed to blend in perfect ripples with each motion of his ancient body. A cane was held in his wrinkling hand while a hood covered most of his visage from the world.\n\n\"Welcome youngling,\" he had greeted the ones that were waking up. \"So she's brought in some new blood….ah, forgive an old man and his ramblings. Kneel and give praise to the Church of Absolute for He gives us prayers in the night. You've wandered into the World of Wasted Dreams and into Iredele. No, no, no, there's no use in thinking that you'll escape. Thinking like that gets men killed. No…no…..\"\n\nThe man shuffled off, only to return with an assortment of garbs and weapons. He motioned for the group of unfortunate souls to take them freely and he chuckled at how lost they really were. The world had certainly moved on, now had it?\n\n\"No use, no use I say! All that's left is to hunt the monsters that pollute this town. You don't get a choice I'm afraid. You either become a Hunter for me and search for your own answers, or you blend in and forget whatever you knew about from before. That's not my problem. All that is my concern is your donations to the Temple. Now go on then. Run along and become good little Hunters for me…the sooner you kill the beasts, the more people will be running back to my business. Go on then. Out with you. Oh, and if you run into my granddaughter, tell her she's wasting her time as always.\"\n\nThat had been roughly one night ago, Rotting Bone residing in his Temple with solitude. Now it was the time to explore the confines of Iredele and search for answers. For a new generation of Hunters was upon the World of Wasted Dreams.\n\nAnd the monsters were waiting in the shadows."
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"value": "After having his time wasted by the old guy that spoke to him Sinthe, held his head trying to recall what happened, he didn't feel like asking the strange man any questions, somehow he knew that the guy would give him code like answers that wouldn't get give him many answers he wouldn't understand.\" It's probably for the best that I go outside, and see how this place is, staying inside won't get anything done really.\" Sinthe told himself before heading straight for the exit and not going for any of the weapons he still had his gi and that's all that matters with his bandages wrapping around his forearms, hands and fingers, when he walked outside he saw this world, the look of it didn't bother him.\" Why do I feel like I've seen worse ?\" He asked himself.\" A question for later.\" He told himself."
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"value": "Takumi's awakening was slow. His eyes slowly fluttered open, and he found himself in a place unfamiliar to him. It was a familiar phenomena for Humans: Waking up and momentarily not knowing who you are. But that's not what this was. Takumi realized he was in a place entirely foreign to him. He rose from the stony ground slowly, the wheels of his mind slowly turning. Where am I? Better yet... who am I? Nothing made sense. His panic rose as he realized he had no memories whatsoever. He bolted up from the ground to a standing position, examining his surroundings. The voice of an old man caught his ears, addressing him, and the people around him whom he had just noticed. It appeared they were in a similar boat.\n\nThe man rambled on, seeming to talk aimlessly and making little sense, but he did manage to gather something: He had been brought here to kill monsters. He pondered on this. He didn't know who he was, but killing monsters didn't sound so bad. In fact, the idea appealed to him greatly. Adventure! I don't know where I am, but this sounds like a good deal! He eagerly accepted the old mans equipment. He quickly noticed that the entirety of his group had all been given different weapons, and he received a katana. This geezer thinks that just because I'm Japanese I should get a katana!? He shook his head. He realized he didn't know what 'being Japanese' meant. It clearly had some meaning to him, but he couldn't recall the meaning of the word 'Japanese'. He shook his head, trying to put together his scrambled memories.\n\nEverything came suddenly. A flurry of information. First came his name: I am Takumi Nakano. Then everything else was fuzzy. I was in a fight... but it was for sport. Kendo. There were wooden swords, and the fight got heated, and I was injured... we weren't wearing the armor we were supposed to... why? And then there was a hospital... Takumi shook his head again. There was nothing else, but at least he knew his name now. He looked to his new companions. One girl with short ashen blonde hair. Not too bad looking, in fact. He mused to himself. The other was a man, wearing a strange uniform, he was beefy, obviously pretty strong. He was already out the door, not grabbing a weapon. It was clear he was annoyed, but he couldn't be blamed, they were in a very strange situation and the old man seemed somewhat confused and not particularly helpful.\n\nHe looked away from the man and back towards the two girls. He gave them time to get acclimated and then asked, \"Either of you know where we are? It seems like the guy who left\" Takumi nodded at the door, \"doesn't really have any more knowledge then I do.\" Takumi wore a bright smile as he spoke to the pair. His voice had a upbeat and friendly tone to it. He certainly was polite. \"By the way, what are your names? If you know, that is... it seems like I've forgotten quite a bit, but I'm Takumi.\" He said brightly."
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"value": "The city of Iredele, ha... calling it a city was nothing but vanity from those who inhabited this glorified village stuck in the middle of a literal nowhere. The Word of Wasted Dreams, was how some called this darkness soaked bog that was full to the brim with unpleasant things of all shapes and sizes.\n\nWell, it's not like that was of any concern to the slender cloaked figure that just now walked through the threshold of the gates that led inside the walls that flanked the main settlement. Beyond it lay a sparse farmland and the houses of those who were brave, or better, fool enough to ditch the safety blanket that the battered wooden walls represented.\n\nThe cloaked silhouette was barely discernible against the ever present gloom as she walked down the main street. in the tavern's direction. When she was about to enter the old wooden building, she saw some disoriented persons leaving the Temple of Absolute. \"It seems like more of them arrived\" she said to herself before going in.\n\nOnce in the tavern the girl went to the counter and placed three rusty coins over it. \"My usual, master.\" She said in a feminine, albeit dry and low, voice before proceeding to a table located in a corner across the fireplace and thus, hidden in the shadows, unless you had some good eyes. It didn't took long for the tavern master to order their only maid, a fairly beautiful redheaded lass who's the joy of Iredele's weary males, to bring the cloaked girl's bowl of steaming-hot, hellishly spiced noodles that no one else had the gall to try.\n\n\"Here it's, Miss Akemi.\" The tavern lass said as she put Akemi's food over her table, along with a copper mug full with a very strong vodka that was Iredele's specialty \"And this one is on the house, to thank you for dealing with those chupacabras the other day.\" The girl put a wooden plate with a juicy looking steak over Akemi's table before leaving.\n\nAkemi put a large amount of soy sauce on her food before digging in, barely being able to hold back the pleasure moan that threatened to escape her lips as finally bit down her beloved mapo tofu udon."
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"value": "Where was she?\n\nThe questions of who she was or even why she was here never even entered her mind as she awoke to the scene of the old man speaking, of course others spoke out against this craziness but she started to look around the strange room. She could not help but start to think about if this was what death was like? She expected a whole different world if that was really the case, something involving more lovely things but maybe this was punishment of some sort? Or it could be a dream as the man stated, though from what she remembered this was not one of her normal dreams...\n\nTaking the equipment that she was given Jen started to changed into her garb over the rags she had started with, she did not seem to have any notion of modesty or embarrassment even as she was talked to by Takumi. \"Jennifer, its my name\" She said as she finished up putting on everything, apart from the weapons. \"I don't know what we are doing here, but we are here now right?\"\n\nShe looked towards the guy with a rather dazed look as if what she said was common sense, which it wasn't but really there was nothing they could do by her understanding. \"I have no idea why we are here though or how we are meant to do it... He didn't mention how we would be doing this whole hunting thing.\" Other than handing this stuff off he did nothing."
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"value": "Tastumi blushed as the girl changed brazenly in front of him, turning away from her quickly. Jennifer may not have been embarrassed, but Tatsumi was embarrassed for her. She really was completely shameless. His embarrassment caused him to trip over the words in his sentence. \"W-w-w-well, it's, uh, nice to, uh, meet you Jennifer.\" He chanced a peek around to see if she was done, and when he confirmed she was clothed he enthusiastically grabbed her hand and shook it. \"Well, no use hanging out here, I'm sure we'll find some answers outside. I'm going to take a look around.\" He briskly made for the door, heading out into the street.\n\nTastumi found himself in a positively gloomy town square. He took note of the fact it was night, and the fact that they appeared to be in a small village. He thought he caught sight of a hooded figure moving across the square, but it was hard to tell. Whoever ever they were they might have some answers. Tatsumi made haste to the building the figure had entered. He approached the door. Winter Wolf Tavern? It was a good place to start, there would be someone here who could give him information. He cautiously opened the door, peeking in.\n\nWhat he found was a completely ordinary tavern. He was a little surprised. He expected his new surroundings to be more... hostile. He peeked around the room. It took him a moment to find the hooded figure he first took note of, sitting in a gloomy corner. How cliche! Tatsumi thought to himself. He approached the table, eyeing the figure, who he could now vaguely discern as female. \"Excuse me, miss, do you mind if I sit here?\" He didn't wait for an answer, taking a seat across from the girl. \"I'm a little... lost. Can you tell me where we are?\""
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"value": "\"I am the shield that which the enemies of the Emperor break themselves upon.\"\n\"Heretics crave the cleansing fire of absolution. They need not fear for we shall deliver.\"\nAge: \n\nThirty\n\nGender: \n\nFemale\n\nPersonality:\n\nAs a member of the Adepta Sororitas, Andromedai has a will of iron that is matched by her steadfast determination to thoroughly eliminate all hostiles that threaten the Imperium of Man and The God Emperor. Some call her reckless, but in truth she carefully plans out each of her actions before swiftly putting them into motion, there is no room for mistakes upon the battlefield. When serving along her own kind, she is selfless and honorable. She will assist those who are in need the most, if appropriate. At times, she can be unpredictable, using her creativity to overcome whatever challenges that are tossed her way. Very rarely, some of her past life will show through her personality, showing the humanity that still remains buried behind her intense training and brain-washing she endured over many years. \n\nFormer Occupation: \n\nOphelian Celestian for the Order of the Argent Shroud.\n\nEquipment: \n\nArmor: Full suit of Celestian Power Armour with Order of the Argent Shrouds shading and emblem.\n\nPrimary Weapon: Astartes Mark Vb Godwyn Pattern Bolter - [Modified for increased range, stability and accuracy. Attached to the bottom of the weapon is an automatic shotgun device used for close combat scenarios.]\n\nSecondary Weapon: [None so far.]\n\nMelee Weapon: Chainsowrd\n\nAccessory 1: Krak Grenades \n\nAccessory 2: Melta-Bomb \n\nAccessory 3: Rosarius\n\nAcessory 4: Librium/Tome.\n\nMedical Equipment.\n\n[Has been seen operating with a Mk IV Arkhan Rifle in the past.]\n\nNotable Events:\n\nThe Obsidian incursion: \n\nA few months after being assigned to the Order of the Argent Shroud, Andromedai was stationed upon the Shrine world of Erathell to help protect a number of Important Temples and Shrines dedicated to the God-Emperor of Mankind. While she preferred a combat role, guarding such holy sites was also a critical role she was honored to hold. Many months passed in calm before the Slaanesh devoted forces of Chaos invaded, bringing a wave of death and destruction to all that they touched. Due to where they had started their invasion, Andromedai was one of the first to throw herself into Erathells defense. Alongside her fellow Sisters of Battle, they pushed back against the chaos forces over two days of non-stop fighting. The records for the battle indicate that not a single Adepta Sororitas had been lost, through the forces that had invaded the world had been completely irradiated. This was the first world invasion that Andromedai had been part of, from it she had learned many useful skills and had gathered much information about the enemy that would help her through many other battles in the future. \n\nThe Assault of Dalenarth: \n\nAndromedai and her fellow Sisters of Battle fought alongside the fabled Space Marines in a war called the Assault of Dalenarth. A large number of Tau forces had been spotted in the Hawkings cluster but vanished from all sight, seemingly to vanish in the depths of the galaxy. When further investigation into the Hawkings cluster was issued, a large base was found to have been established upon an abandoned War world, hiding amongst the rubble. Swiftly and to the letter, the threat was analyzed and considered to be grave, if not completely annihilated. Their numbers were massive and thus both the Sisters of Battle and the Space Marines were sent to deal with the threat. As soon as they arrived, war had broken out and casualties on all sides were counted but never admitted to. Working alongside a Space Marines for the first time, she witnessed the combined strength of their forces. Eventually when Andromedai found herself alongside a single Space marine in the depths of the Tau base, the two of them burned through the hostile forces together, finely eliminating the Tau commander who had organized the whole mission. Both of them were recognized for their acts during the war that lasted two weeks.\n\nThe Slaughter at Mobius:\n\nThe Slaughter upon the desert world of Mobius is a failed assignment that not many members of the Imperium of man know about. Andromedai had been asked to lead fifteen Sisters of Battle to a small civilized world that had been also called a desert world due to its arid and barren landscapes. Why the Imperium of man had decided to place a colony here was beyond Andromedai she had her orders to investigate a destress signal. When they landed upon the planet, what they found was much more horrific than what was expected. The colony had been completely destroyed, leaving little to no sign of. Further investigation resulted in stirring up something that laid below the sands. \n\nThe colony had foolishly built their city on top of a forbidden world, unknown of the dangers that laid below it. They had awoken a small group of hideous xenos known as Tyranids. There had been no way to tell if the distress signal was a trap or not, but what they did know is that all the occupants of the city had died seemingly overnight. The corpses that still remained were fresh, it was very likely the hostiles were still close by. Quickly, Andromdai sent out a message for immediate evacuation and recommended exterminates to quell the threat of the hive. The order would be given to destroy the planetary biosphere and all life upon the world once she had her troops were evacuated. \n\nThe pilot informed them that she would be at their location in sixty seconds. Those sixty seconds proved to be the worst she had experienced upon any planet or any battle since she had seen combat. The ground broke apart in the distance and from it came the Xeno horrors that had wiped the colony clean. Almost every round and explosive that the group had was expelled before the drop ship arrived, strafing the area then quickly landing almost on top of the Sisters of Battle. To her surprise, every member of her squad made it onto the drop ship, allowing herself to be the last to board. When she did though, she felt numerous rounds from the Tyranid weapons travel through random parts of her body. \n\nThe wounds she sustained were incredibly severe and life threatening but with great will and determination she pushed herself part way into the drop ship. The two medics from her squad helped pull her into the ship just as the doors were closing. Within moments, they were a safe distance away from the planet and were now heading back to the fleet where the wounded would be tended to. As they did though, they witnessed the order for the exterminates being carried out in full, a magnificent but also horrifying spectacle to witness."
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"value": "Herold gripped the railing within the interior of the Rhino as they bucked and rumbled through the tunnel, crushing under vehicles and corpses alike. Dozens of tons of metal on a rotor track, it would take something incredibly powerful to shear through the Rhino's outer skin. As small patches of light filtering in from tunnel cracks ran through his squadmates, he saw they were simply awaiting the inevitable problem. Something you did not need to be a psyker to foresee. \n\nAt first, it sounded like rain upon the hull. Only to suddenly clamor and pop against the protective metal as the light began to grow. The Rhino began to jutter from what must have been extremely large caliber rounds slamming into it. Bolter rounds, he had to guess. He hoped to the Emperor they were not facing what he feared, but his hopes were dashed when an explosion ripped through the side hull of the Rhino and send the others through the other side of the vehicle, barely escaping with their lives as they tumbled into the light and before their enemies. Herold felt his shoulder ache heavily, but he paid it no mind.\n\nMost men would have quaked at the sight of three traitor Astartes gazing at them behind heavy weaponry, but Herold simply regained his stance and placed his shield upon his back. Such protection wouldn't help him against bolter rounds. Fortunately, the rest of his squad was too zealous or insane to fear the traitors, and Nergui charged the enemy line with a preturnatural speed that Herold couldn't match pace with. In a brutal display, Herold saw him dispatch the three marines, and the Arbites felt a newfound respect for Nergui's skills. \n\n\"Word Bearers...\" The Arbites spat when he learned of their chapter. He stepped over the rise that they had used for cover, and dropped heavily upon one of the Chaos marine's corpses. \"Chaos rituals and the like...\" Herold went over to check the other side of the trench with the Krieger trooper. He knew little of the ways of the Psyker, and had seen far too many 'rituals' and 'invocations' recently. He'd rather face more traitor marines. Unfortunately, it looked like he would get both."
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"value": "\" We just need to figure out where they are performing the one here, kill a few guys, break their fucking chanting or whatever and maybe break some chaos runes or whatever... It should do if not just apply liberal doze of explosives that should do it.\"\n\n\"Unless you have an Exterminatus, or at least a couple Earthshaker rounds and a Basilisk hidden in your pants, I highly doubt that would work.\" Adrianne stated flatly as her skull mask moved to face the tech-heretic, before returning to face the group; her white ponytail swishing in the air behind her helmet.\n\n\"Don't be such a scared kitten! Come join the fuuuun!!!\"\n\n\"If the Word Bearers are truly committed, there might be more than at least a dozen chaos Space Marines waiting for us. And those traitors haven't survived the centuries only to fall prey to any simple explosive tricks we can come up with on a short notice.\" The Psyker nodded, her helmet leaning slightly towards Vala's direction.\n\n\"Not to discredit the considerable abilities of our apothecary or anything, but we only have a single Astartes on our side. If we engage the Word Bearers, only for them show up in the dozens, or to teleport in with a squad of Terminators, then that would likely be the end of our attempt right there and then. We must stop the Word Bearers, but we also need something to even the playing field; lest we waste our lives needlessly and they succeed with their plots regardless.\"\n\nAdrianne could only guess how many Word Bearers were involved in the current situation. Her gut feeling told her it was no more than a few couple of dozens, but even such a small number when it came to Astartes was no petty matter, as their worth on the battlefield could easily be more than a hundredtimes that of even well trained guardsmen!\n\nAnd if the Word Bearers bearers were in the hundreds, Adrianne could not even begin to imagine how they could ever interfere with the ritual short of nothing but a miracle from the Emperor!"
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"value": "I'm going to go ahead and carry my character over, I probably should have done this a while ago honestly.\nAppearance: \n\nGender: Male\n\nBending ability if any: None\n\nBirthplace: Somewhere in Republic City\n\nBackstory: As far as anyone knows, Cricket has spent his entire life in the streets. He has been a thief since he was very young, and has learned the tricks of the trade mostly through trial and error. Over the years he's gained somewhat of a reputation for himself throughout Republic City's underworld as a reliable professional.\n\nItems/weapons on person: A dagger, his lock picking equipment, and several bombs.\n\nPhysical Attributes and Abilities:\n\nWeapon proficiency: Dagger (II)\nMove silently (II)\nInfiltration (II)"
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"value": "Kavi\n\nKavi smiled, giving a bow to the man before following him and the monk he was speaking to into the temple. Unlike the other monks, Kavi's robes were colored in shades of red and black, to represent his fire nation roots, or so that was what the monks had told him. In actuality, Kavi just never really fit in with the more traditional styles of the Air Nomads, and they some felt a bot of resentment towards him as a result. While Kavi normally didn't care much about this, there were times where it became painfully obvious how much certain individuals wanted nothing to do with him, and it did weigh on his mind. \n\nWhat am I doing feeling so glum, cheer up already! You're getting a mission from a member of the White Lotus, how awesome is that?!?! This is a happy day, and thus, it requires a happy face. Now suck it up and don't embarrass yourself.\n\nKavi lightly slapped himself in the face, shaking his head a little afterwards before the group finally made it to a secure room. Once there, the White Lotus member told her everything she needed to know about the mission, which was admittedly very little but that didn't matter. It was more than enough to catch Kavi's interest and they were nodding like crazy half way in. The man was confused by the lack of verbal affirmation, only for the monk to quickly chime in that Kavi was seemingly mute, having been unable to speak for a long time, even though from what healers could tell, nothing is wrong with them medically. The man nodded in understanding, turning to address Kavi only to fine them gone, having fled from the room as soon as attention had been lifted from him.\n\nSoon, the cry of a Sky Bison could be heard, as well as the cries of a very drowsy and unhappy Rasharna as he was dragged off by Kavi to partake in one of his least favorite activites. The man chuckled a bit at the boy's enthusiasm while the monk beside him simply sighed."
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"value": "The White Lotus representative was slightly shaken at Jalika's question. \"We may not be the organization we once were, but we still have eyes and ears in more than a few places, you see. Please understand, while we would never spy, per se, when we're in serious need of new members, we have our ways. We're aware that you've been single-handedly protecting this grove, and for quite some time no less. That is no small feat. Your reputation is what led us to reach out to you.\"\n\nThe White Lotus member who had been sent after Kavi rushed after him and handed him the address and instructions on how to get there. As he took off, he shouted \"And whatever you do, make sure you don't tell anybody we sent you!\" \n\nThe thief made his way to the part of town where the temple was supposed to be. It was too bad that a temple here had been forced to shut down, as it seemed as if this part of the city could have sorely used whatever charity it had to offer. The buildings were shoddily made and looked old and decrepit despite this being a relatively new part of the city. Everything was dirty. This was none of the thief's concern, however. He stuck to the shadows and slowly moved towards the temple, avoiding open places where he might be seen. The people of a community like this were probably used to his kind, and the law most likely wouldn't come to this part of town quickly if his presence were reported, but he didn't want to take any risks. He used homes with no lights on, which were situated away from the main street as his cover. The lack of light kept him unseen until he reached the temple. As he came within view of it, he saw that someone was already there, a woman riding a large animal. This was a good sign, but he didn't want to be seen yet. He turned back and moved into the shadows again, this time moving for the small wooded area that was just behind the temple. He moved behind the trees and reached the back of the temple where, thankfully for him, there was a back door which was well out of anyone's eyesight. He walked in and, instead of going into the basement, walked directly to the front door.\n\nFrom inside of the temple, Tikaani could hear a voice. \"Did someone claiming to be the White Lotus contact you as well?\" it asked."
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"value": "Tikaani unmounted Siku and took a few steps toward the voice. She felt a shiver go down her spine from the ominous person, but ignored the feeling. Bowing her head slightly in greeting, she replied, \"Yes. I was called by the White Lotus here and I am here to answer that call.\" Tikaani raised her head back up. Siku growled softly and rolled over onto her back lazily."
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"value": "Zayric sat idly by on the basement floor twiddling his mecha suit's thumbs. He was pretty bored even though it had only been about five minutes. After a while he finally heard voices coming from upstairs and decided to investigate. He noisily came up that stairs as he didn't really care if anyone knew he was there \"hey are you guys the White Loctus people? I've been waiting down there for a while now and it's getting really boring.\" he complained."
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"value": "For a brief moment the thief was startled by the noise. His dark clothing and the fact that there was almost no light to speak of helped keep him hidden, but there was nothing here to hide behind. \"I received the same invitation you apparently did, yes.\" the thief replied to Zayric. He opened the door just slightly and peered out. He decided that Tikaani and her animal didn't look particularly dangerous and opened the door completely. \"Come in. The fact that we're meeting in a place like this is a strong indicator that they don't want us standing out in the open.\""
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"value": "Tikaani nudged Siku, making the lazy cat get back up with a staunch huff. She motioned for her to follow as they entered the temple. She looked around and saw that there were two people. \"Hello.\" Siku walked over to Zayric and the big cat started to sniff him all over. Tikaani smiled and crossed her arms. \"Looks like Siku made a new friend.\" Siku purred and licked Zayric's face."
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"value": "\"Another bullseye,\" Sanrock says to himself, \"I'm on a roll.\" He had been left with only twenty-one rifle rounds and three derringer rounds. Along with firing the guns, he had used his abilities to throw rocks at the targets as well. They weren't large rocks, though they weren't pebbles or anything around that size. Probably wouldn't be able to crush a person if they couldn't even knock over the sign.\n\nThen again, if he did want to kill someone, that's what the guns were for. Using his earthbending, he lifted several rocks in the air and aimed them at the target. But, upon hearing the voice behind him, the rocks fell to the ground. Sanrock turned to look at the person who was talking, then replied: \"Help? What for?\""
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"value": "Shizue waved her last customer goodbye, closing up the shop with a soft sigh and slowly started cleaning up the place alone since she had sent her helpers home long ago. She didn't mind the work but sometimes she wished that her father was still around, the two of them laughing and joking at the end of a long days work, well at least when she was here. It had come to her attention many times that her not being here enough was her biggest regret since she had stupidly believed he would always be here or at least be around for a long time. She knew life was not always fair so why had she thought traveling was a good idea? Well, she knew why and she couldn't really say she hadn't wanted to do it again. She missed the open air and riding with Mitsuru through unknown places or even in areas no one dared go but she would not let go of this place. Many offers had been made to buy the place but she didn't trust them with her father's baby that he built from the ground up and the only people she did trust to take it refused to keep it. They were willing to help but they didn't want to own what they knew should stay hers.\nWhat should I even do? she thought to herself, tidying the back counter for the next day when her hand brushed up against an envelope. Shizue frowned, wondering what on earth something like that was doing there until a light of recognition appeared in her eyes at the strange thing. She had almost completely forgot about the elders mysterious blank envelope and now she had no distractions of the day to stop her from seeing just what he had given to her. The letter inside had not been what she expected at all and even more so...did she want to go? Was this some kind of trick? Why would they want her? The man didn't seem like the kind to set her up so should she give it a try? It could be worth it. \n\nShe spent hours mulling over the idea and she had finally come to a conclusion as she prepared for anything that might happen. Shizue set up someone to run the shop tomorrow, packed as if she were going on a trip and pulled on her weapons to be prepared if attacked. Once everything was set and locked up, she moved to the back of her home and smiled at the Addapard grazing there. Mitsuru poked his head up, moving over to Shizue to place his face against her own with a strange like purr coming from his chest. She giggled, rubbing his neck before kissing his nose and spoke to the animal before her as if talking to another being.\"We have somewhere to go and I have a feeling your not going to like it.\" she replied as she watched his ears go back and they down so she could get them ready for the trip. Of course she was now going to deal with the boy pouting the whole trip and being on the defensive around her so she pitied the one who tried to attack her. She saddled him up, adding the packs to his holders before gracefully climbing on as Mitsuru stood. He jumped over the fence, dashing off into the night with Shizue leading him in the direction to the temple. It was not long before they arrived, others already gathered near the entrance and she wondered if they too had gotten the same letter or if they were a part of this. Well, at least I am not the first or only to arrive or I might have been nervous.\" Shizue stated before hopping off her ride and carefully petting the others fur to keep him calm. Mitsuru let her calm him a bit before he moved away from her side, headed for a place to lay down or hide till she returned for him once more but his ears stayed perked and on high alert."
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"value": "Zayric laughed a bit as the animal before him licked his face. He loved animals but he had never gotten one of his own since he didn't think he was up for that kind of responsibility but that didn't mean he didn't still wish he had one. \"So what are your names? Not much use sitting around here and just calling each other mister and misses\" Zayric asked as he gave Siku a pet with his suit's hand."
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"value": "Tikaani smiled and crossed and placed her hands on her hips. \"Well. That's Siku.\" Siku purred at her name and nuzzled more against Zayric. \"And now you will always be your friend.\"Tikanni laughed and walked over to them. \"I'm Tikaani. What's your name?\" She patted Siku on the back, making her back off of him."
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"value": "\"Hmph,\" Jalika grunted again, \"Alright,\" she said unevenly. \"I'll go witchu, but,\" she took a wobbling step toward him, holding a wavering finger in his general direction, \"Those not-exactly-spies keep and eye on the grove while I'm gone, okay?\" \n\nWhen the White Lotus man agreed she flung her arms into the air, \"Okay! You hire a ferry for me?\" She could fly on a spider-moth, and they were willing to let her, but she preferred not to make them. If she needed a ride, she could call them from a distance with a special mix of pollens she kept in a bag."
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"value": "\"I'm not supposed to tell you too much.\" the gunman said to Sanrock. \"Only that they could use you in Republic City for a matter of great importance, and soon. I've been instructed to secure your entry into the city and tell you where to go, should you accept.\"\n\n\"Cricket.\" the thief said plainly in response to Zayric. He cracked the door once again to see what the noise coming from outside was and spotted a young woman with a riding animal he didn't recognize. \"If you're here because the White Lotus contacted you, I suggest you come in before you draw attention to your presence.\"\n\n\"Yes, naturally.\" the Lotus member said to Jalika. \"I've been instructed to provide you with both a ride to the border and a ferry into the city, although I won't be able to accompany you for the latter. Are you ready to go?\""
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"value": "She did not answer immediately, instead, Jalika selected a spot in the overgrown mothberry and thrust her arm all the way to the shoulder into the thicket. There was a moment of struggle, a slurred and indistinct curse, and when she pulled her hand free she had a traditional airbender's staff. She leaned on it as if she couldn't stand on her own, despite the fact that she had been just fine a moment ago, and then gestured to the Lotus agent. \"Le's go.\" \n\n~~~ \n\nOne journey later, complete with quite dramatically losing her lunch over the side of the ferry, and Jalika was in the right neighborhood. She stumbled through the streets, and seemed to decide on the abandoned she entered entirely at random. She noticed another person on the otherwise empty streets, riding an animal she thought, though all of her assumptions were based on air movement over her skin. Someone inside the meeting place noticed either the other person, or Jalika, and stepped out to ask if they were summoned by the Lotus. \n\n\"They did,\" she said, and slipped past him before she could be questioned further."
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"value": "\"The name's Zayric. Its nice to meet you Tikanni, Cricket and Siku.\" Zayric said said with a smile as he looked over the group now inhabiting the temple. By the sounds coming from outside and Cricket's own actions it seemed that others were about to join them but before that happened Zayric put his suit into a sitting position and locked the legs up making it essentially a overcomplicated chair."
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"value": "Vena said to post my CS in this tab. Yay!\nAge: 8 years\nGender: female\nRace: half-Ydran\n\nAppearance: Amuné looks like a normal Muran child at first glance. It is only at closer examination that hints of her Ydran parentage. She is on the smaller side, lacking the slight chubbiness of most younglings. Her features have a sharp cast, though her ears are not so pointed that she cannot pass for Muran. Her coloring is washed out, with pale mousy hair cut a little past her jawline and light grey eyes. At the moment, her clothes are ragged and stained, her hair untidy and her face splotched with grime. She travels in the company of Wyth, a large moorcat. a younger version of Amuné\n\nElement Affinity: Luminous (Seer)\nGear: Amuné has next to nothing in the way of possessions. \n\nBrief History: Amuné's parents met by chance as teenagers when Baldur's tribe passed near Amira's village. Amira, who was studying to be a midwife and herbalist under the elderly village healer, came across him and a few others while out gathering plants. She had seen Ydra only rarely, as they didn't often come to her town, and she was fascinated by them and their animals. Baldur found her bold curiosity cute, and he enjoyed the energetic company of someone that wasn't from his people. They quickly became friends, and over the following few years, Baldur would make excuses to go off on his own to see her whenever his travels brought him within a day's travel. Eventually romance blossomed, and a tumble in the woods lead to a child. Baldur had moved on by the time Amira found out she was pregnant, but when he received word following Amuné's birth, he went to join her in the town. He was met with some suspicion by the villagers, as they had limited contact with Ydrans. This never completely went away, but his bright personality smoothed things over for the most part.\n\nThe pair were both Magi. Amira had minor skill with healing, and Baldur was a talented Air Magus. He also had a knack for woodwork and other small crafts, and his toys and kites became popular with the village children. Amuné was not formally acknowledged as his, as Amira realized this would make life easier for the child, and the girl had enough difficulty already. Even as a baby, the girl was a bit odd. She would react oddly to what appeared to be nothing at all, and at times her mood would change for no apparent reason. On occasion she was even afflicted with fits where she would not respond to those around her, instead focusing on something only she perceived and saying things that made no sense. Eventually it became evident that, among other things, she seemed to know the outcome of calls for her mother's services as a midwife before Amira returned home. Baldur realized his daughter had an unusual gift indeed: Sight. He'd heard of the occasional Seer but never met one. By this time technology was taking hold, and there was talk of the decline of magic, and the start of tension between Magi and non-Magi. As the victim of low level xenophobia himself, Baldur realized that her power could easily be viewed with suspicion, and imparted to Amuné the importance of keeping it to herself. She took his advice to heart, but cannot always control her visions, nor what she says during them, and there were at least a small number of villagers that figured out she had magic of some sort.\n\nLife was good for the most part, but when the Church of the Nine Saints turned to technology and tensions erupted, as both a Magus and an outsider Baldur fell under increasing scrutiny. The townsfolk didn't mind Amira, for though she was a Magus she was one of their own, and a healer besides, but became more hostile towards Baldur, accusing him of stealing power from their Demacite crystals to use, even though he had all but stopped using his magic. The pair discussed leaving town, but Amira had spent all her life there, and while she was curious about outsiders the thought of leaving everyone she knew terrified her, and she couldn't bring herself to agree. The ill temper and seething discontent encouraged by the Church erupted one evening, and a mob came to kick Baldur out of their village. Amuné was outside playing, and she retreated to her father's side as the villagers confronted him. Baldur ordered Wyth to sit, so the cat wouldn't seem to be aggressive, and tried to talk them down and reassure them that he was not trying to cause harm to anyone. They didn't listen, and when a man who shoved Baldur brushed against Amuné as well, it triggered a vision for her. She said only \"the village will be in flames\", but that was enough for the riled-up townsfolk. They tried to grab both her and her father, over Amira's protests. With his daughter in danger, the generally gentle Baldur tried to fight off those going after her, using fists and his magic. He was not a strong man, and hadn't needed to defend himself in years -- not since he'd come to live in the village. Wyth made a better accounting of himself, but there were too many for a single cat, however fierce, to fight off. Baldur's aim was to take Amuné and Amira, if the woman would come, and flee, but he was unable to break away from the attackers. Following a solid stab to his hip and one to his shoulder, he told Wyth to take Amuné and run. The last she saw of her parents was her mother trying desperately to reach her fallen father as the mob turned on the woman as well.\n\nAdditional info: Frightened by the events immediately preceding her leaving her home, Amuné is more withdrawn than she was growing up.\n\nName: Wyth\nAge: 10 years\nGender: male\nRace: moorcat\n\nAppearance: Wyth has an appearance typical to moorcats. He is a large feline, standing nearly two and a half feet at the shoulder, with a thick, slightly shaggy coat of mottled gray and brown, with a lighter gray and cream underbelly. His paws are proportionally larger, to help distribute his weight on the often sodden and muddy ground of the moors and marshland. His eyes are pale green, on the yellower side of the hue.\n\nBrief History: Wyth was the kit of another moorcat owned by a member of Baldur's community. He imprinted on Baldur as a kitten, and has accompanied the man ever since. When Baldur fell for Amira and eventually went to live in her village, Wyth joined them. The moorcat is very fond of their daughter, Amuné, and treats her like he might a kitten.\n\nAdditional info: Originally the companion of Amuné's father, he now stays with her and guards her."
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"value": "A ways from the campsite\n\n\"Really?\" Hearing first Nymira and then Ethan say they were okay with her magic cheered Amuné considerably. She gave the woman a shy smile, and went to give Ethan a hug. \"Thank you, Nymira, I'm sorry I tried to lie. Ethan...\" She pulled back, frowning at the man, and put a hand to his forehead. \"You've got a fever.\" The girl bit her lip, her expression turning pale and frightened. \"This is bad, Ethan! Those things...they can make you really, really sick.\" She fussed with buttons on the front of her nightgown, brow furrowed in thought as she tried to remember what to do for a fever and an infected wound. \"You need rest and fluids...and...and....\" Her shoulders slumped. Anything that might have helped the injury, or drawn out whatever was making Ethan sick, that was all back at their camp. \"I wish I knew more about healing people,\" Amuné lamented, sitting down hard.\n\nShe gave Wyth a pat as the huge feline tried to sooth his distressed girl, but her mood didn't improve. The child felt small and useless. With how fast Ethan's symptoms were manifesting, she thought it was going to be bad. The vision she'd seen earlier, of Ethan weak and dying, seemed like it might really happen after all and that terrified her."
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"value": "Why would being a Magi be a bad thing? Everyone present was one themselves, of course Amuné was going to be accepted! \"Hey, there's no reason to be sorry, we're not mad or anything. You can tell us stuff in the future though, right? We're here and we're friends, you can trust us,\" Ethan said as he placed his arm around the Ydran, smiling down at her. When she pulled back and tested his temperature he sighed inwardly, having hoped she'd not check and get herself worried. Reaching out he placed his good hand on her head, giving it a gentle rubbing before tapping his bandaged hand with a fingertip. \"Relax, I'm sick but it's not going to kill me, heh... I've been way sicker than this and pulled through just fine, this is nothing!\" It sort of reminded him of the time he'd eaten that bad fish and gotten food poisoning, though there was much less puking and stomach pains. He had cold sweats, a fever and nausea, but that was relatively minor given all the problems he could have.\n\n\"If Ethan says he is fine child then we have to trust him, he knows how he feels better than we do,\" Nymira added, frowning when she looked at the Muran, \"You do look like hell though, I don't envy you. Once we get back to camp we'll have to see about giving you something to relieve the sickness.\" She was accustomed to healers, and the older Dimurans who knew what herbs to gather, what roots helped with specific ailments and some curious, unorthodox remedies like a hot mud bath that supposedly relieved stress and aches. They didn't have any of that on hand and her own knowledge of medicine was sorely lacking. \"Rest up and we'll return to the camp in the morning, I suppose it can't be helped if those two buffoons are fighting it out.\" So long as those Magi didn't continue their chase they should be fine here, and come sunrise they could try and recover whatever might be left. Pushing herself to her feet Nymira clutched her daggers loosely in her hands, walking out to the road and looking both ways for any travelers. \"I'll take watch, you sleep as well Amuné. It would be my shift anyways.\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nEthan somehow managed to fall asleep despite his discomfort, and slept very soundly at that. He might have remained asleep had a cricket not landed on his nose, making him smack at his own face in his sleep, missing it and waking himself. Opening his eyes groggily the Magi sat up and glanced around, wondering what had struck him before letting out a loud yawn. \"Oh jeez... Should have changed out of my clothes...\" he mumbled as he peeled his shirt from his chest, grimacing at it having dried and his clothing now clung to him. Figuring he'd take it off he began to do so, pausing when he spotted Nymira watching him with a cross expression, like what he was doing was inappropriate; Amuné was present, his stripping down to his pants probably was inappropriate. Smiling sheepishly he quickly lowered his shirt again and ran a hand through his hair, \"Morning Nymira, sorry about that,\" he laughed, silently wishing she'd been asleep so he could at least wring it out.\n\n\"Yes, and I'm sorry my day had to start out by seeing you unceremoniously strip,\" the Dimuran answered coldly, frowning as she looked in the direction of their camp, \"The others are awake, we all have been for a while now. No one wanted to wake you though, or rather they wouldn't let me. You seem to be fine now.\" Good, she couldn't do her job if one of her escorts was ill. Should none of their supplies still be at camp they may need to double back to Galloway to buy more, though that was only if her money was even there still. Would those Magi go as far to steal from her? She wouldn't put it past them, they were willing to kill for no apparent reason, petty theft probably wasn't below them either. Huffing at the notion of being a victim of theft she folded her arms over her chest, clearing her throat before looking between Amuné, Cecil and Ethan. \"Now that we're all ready we should go back, I worry what damage those buffoons might have caused with their fighting.\"\n\nHeading back wasn't a half bad idea, he had an extra shirt somewhere that he could put on. \"Yeah, we should, no sense in waiting any longer,\" Ethan agreed, slowly getting to his feet and stumbling slightly as he did. He was a bit lightheaded from the illness taking its toll and felt rather thirsty, though the former might be from just getting up too quickly too. Shaking his head and giving the side a smack he looked to Cecil, making a poking gesture at his own chest. \"How's the battery holding up? Feel better now that you had a chance to recharge?\""
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"value": "Appearance:\nAge: 25\n\nGender: Female\n\nSexuality: Bisexual\n\nRole: Cook\n\nPersonality: Normally friendly and polite, but she's easily irritated and snaps/talks back a lot. She makes a lot of food that would be considered exotic (bushmeat, strange plants, insects, grubs) and hates it if anyone complains. In the event that there is a complaint...well, you're going to have to go out and forage, because she won't feed you unless she's forced to. When she is not cooking or directly planning meals, one can usually find her testing the plants on the island to determine whether they're poisonous. Finding natural salt deposits makes her practically swoon! Although she usually just gets it from distilling seawater. She likes cookbooks with strange recipes. Funny enough, her favorite food is fish (uh oh!). But she wouldn't be unfriendly to a mermaid; she might make a joke about calamari. \n\nBio: Luz grew up on the main continent, and she was a preteen when the dictator took over. Her mother, the only parent she had, after a year of this madness, told Luz of her plan: they would commit suicide together. Luz, too terrified to say no, agreed to the plan, but when it came to it she didn't have the courage to drink the poisoned water. Her mother, having already downed the whole glass, died slowly in front of her, so she just left. \nShe lived a few years on the street after that, carefully avoiding other people, and was very nearly recruited into sex trafficking at 16. Luckily, a few rebels picked a fight with the shady creep who'd found her sleeping under a bridge, and they got Luz out of there. Not wanting a useless new teenage crew member, they taught her multiple trades; the one she loved the most and was best at was cooking, and she's been getting better and better ever since. \nShe made sure to obtain plenty of books on nutrition, and steal a good number of citrus fruits, before setting sail with the Phoenix Pirates."
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"value": "The fish trap, woven from plant stems that Luz had pulled from the ground on the way, waited patiently for victims as it was set in the cool lake water. Luz was surprised at how clear and pristine it was when she waded in, and she took a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of sand on her toes. Then her head cleared and she headed back to the shore, where she started to weave a net. She planned to raft out where the water was good and deep, and simply scoop up whatever fish were there: they were likely too stupid to know that humans were a threat to be hidden from. \nThe net and the raft both took a good sum of time, and by the time Luz had finished, she felt too tired to fish. That couldn't stop her though, as she did have a crew to feed. She pushed the raft into the water and got on, putting the net in the water."
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"value": "\"Fine, I admit saying 'miss' is pretty lame. And you're obviously very upset.\" he looked at her, his grin completely gone. \"I've heard what my kind has done to your people. So you have every right to be upset.\"\nHe lowered his blade, finding it suddenly rude to hold it pointed at her throat while having a conversation... No matter how many insults she threw at him. Luckily the water was deep enough to cover his privates. \"Also 'shrimp' am I? Sure, insult my privates. I bet it doesn't make you feel very big and strong now does it?\"\nBut then again... Merfolk didn't really need to wear pants underwater did they? \"This may come as a shock to you but humans bathe naked.\" he nodded, trying to look like a smartass. He was just playing, of course. He usually made jokes when he was in dire situations, it's just the way he is. When noticing her face turned completely red, he wasn't sure if it was because of pure rage or embarassment of the entire situation. \"Look... If you wont pounce me again, I'll put away my sword and sit down, alright? We can have a conversation. I'll put some pants on.\" he said, that last bit a bit comically. \n\nWithout really waiting for a response on that, he took a step back and climbed up on the ledge where his clothes were lying. Keeping his eyes on her, he put some pants on quickly. Sure, it was enough time for her to pounce him again seeing as she was a natural at sprinting in water, but for some reason he didn't think she would. He didn't doubt her guts and he knew she was furiously angry, but for some reason he just thought to himself that She's upset at something, and she's venting it out on me. As long as he wasn't the source of the rage, she wouldn't hurt her. At least, that's his theory.\n\"You're free to leave if you want. Or you can stay and I'll put away my sword and we'll have a talk. Afterwards, you can do whatever you want.\" He sat down on the ledge, pants on and the sword in his lap.\n\nHe had completely filtered out all the insults by now. He was intruiged by her. \"Tell me about your singing blades.\" he said kindly, deeply interested in what sounds to him like a legendary swordsman's tale."
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"value": "Damn, this was not going the way she hoped. Where in fact insulting his man pieces made her feel much better, she found herself very funny, it had not induced the rage she had been seeking. How would she make him upset enough that he would take her prisoner back to his camp...? She refrained from.pointing out that merefolks had the same bits and pieces as humans when they were in their humannoid state., and did in fact have to wear pants. She reached down into the water and adjusted her own short skirt. She stewed on how to get into his camp as he lowered his blade and climbed out of the spring. If she wasn't able to see his man bits before she could now. She quickly looked up as the sky trying to ignore her already burning face. Well he seemed pretty vulnerable now, she could attack again....but if that happened he might just fore go taking her prisoner and just kill her, which would not make her very helpful towards the cause... if she demanded that she wouldn't speak to any one besides their leader he may get suspicious of her, and this human was scary enough, she didn't think she could easily overcome the monster of a man that must led this one. Not to mention that this human seemed reluctant to out right harm her...which made.no sense to her..maybe he was just planning on using her in other ways later. She shivered. She would deal with that when it came.She didn't believe him for a second when he mentioned just letting her go. He was clearly just playing nice to try and get her to talk to him. She wasn't willing to call his bluff though. She needed to get into that camp! \"Tell me about your singing blades.\" He said kindly, frowning at him she decided to see if she could talk her way into a solution, she waded to the edge of the spring, making to lift herself out of it. Her current humanoid form was not best suited to the water. As she put her weight onto her arms to heft herself out her palm hit a patch of slimy algae with a gasp she slid forward slamming her face once more against the accursed rocks. With a hiss she covered the gash in her forehead with her hands, \"Holy Poseidon bullocks! For the mother of Neptune! Ah balls my head!!\" She grunted out trying to blink the blood out of her eye. Her haw clenched, her bottom lip poking out stubbornly, just her luck! Now she would have to figure out the downfall of these humans WITH a horrid head ache and a six inch gash!"
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"value": "Gwendolyn Blatin\n\nGwen was swimming in circles with the stress. Her home had been crushed by the human ship. All her possessions - wait! Fuyu (her pet jellyfish) might be trapped! Agh! She just had to go and rescue her! She swam through the weeds surrounding her with elegance. She wiped some algae off her face and she soon reached the lake. She was going to have to swim through it to get to the pirates' boat. Gwen braced herself for a descent, for that was the safest way through the cold, icy waters. She thought she needn't look on the surface of the water for any movement, because the swans and ducks always caught her out and got her in a flap.\n\nSoon she was speeding downwards, through the undergrowth and lower. She was going quite fast, but then she was caught. She was flung back and couldn't move. Gwen screamed in her underwater language - something had got her, something big. She gave the mermaids' cry, hoping someone would hear her and come to the rescue. The net was groping at her neck and her world began spinning, until everything went black... (passed out for lack of oxygen. note her tail is still there.)"
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"value": "\"Pffftttt-- WAHAHAHAHA, OH, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to laugh, but that was just too funny!\" Balon exclaimed, laughing hard at the mermaid's second faceplant into the rocks. He stopped laughing gradually, but stopped entirely when he saw the gash on her forehead. \"Oh shoot, you're bleeding!\" he stuck his hand into his pocket, taking out a handkercheif (that he never used, since he found the idea of blowing your snot in cloth and putting it in your pocket was disgusting) and approached the girl. If she would let him close, he would gently dip the handkercheif in the water and put it against the gash on her forehead. If she didn't allow him close, he'd simply toss her the handkercheif.\n\n\"Hehehe... Poseidon's bollocks.\" he snickered."
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"value": "Surprised by his laughter Leo's mouth curved slightly,amused against her better judgement, she half heartedly chucked a rock at his shins. \"Damn human.\"she muttered trying to merge her features back into a scowl.\n Leo cringed as the human neared her, sensing that he would take note of her flinch she decided to clearify so he wouldn't think she was afraid of him, \"you're going to use your human snot rag to clean my wound?\" She eyed it warily it looked clean enough to she allowed him to approach her.He leaned over and dipped the the handkerchief into the water, then placed it on her wound. She barely kept from flinching as her wound let out a fresh throb. Biting her lip she looked everywhere but at the scoundrel.\nSuddenly flustered by the closeness of the stranger Leo stood swiftly to her feet, taking a step back the world swayed around her, swinging on a axis she stumbled trying to make everything stop spinning, \"whoa~\" she muttered suddenl nauseous."
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"value": "\"They call me Blythe and the tiny one Drake.\" Drake turned red. \"Who you callin' short?\" Drake scoffed and Blythe chuckled. \"So when you say you've never met a human before does that mean you yourself are not a human?\" Drakes eyes widen. \"Not human? What else would she be. I've heard legends of mermaids and fairys and other mythical creatures but they're just legends... right?\" Blythe shook his head. \"Nope they're real. We were just so secluded in our land that we never learned of these creatures existence. So am I right in assuming that your a mermaid?\""
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"value": "There was something heavy caught in Luz's net. In fact, it made her raft bob downwards slightly, so in hopes of preserving her life she began to paddle toward the shore. Worried as she was by the immediate threat of drowning, though, when she looked down and saw a massive tangle of tentacles, all she could do was wonder if she had any recipes involving jellyfish. Grunting, she hauled the net up and then nearly dropped it with a loud swear. When they were close to shore, Luz secured the net and pulled on her boots. Dinner would have to wait. \nShe put the net and the half-human it contained over her shoulder and started to hike, gasping, toward camp to share her discovery."
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"value": "Appearance:\nAge: 37\n\nGender: Female\n\nPersonality: Ragula is a cold, passive woman that prefers to listen and think then act and suggest. She works less as an addition to the brainstorm and battle tactics, and more as someone to keep things back into the lines of possible. She hates violence and always prefers to lead things to a less aggressive means of ending a confrontation. She is a wise lady, one who feels for her people but knows that she has no way to protect them until she has secured safety for her kingdom in general. A natural leader but less through moral and bravado and more through a way of manipulation and stubbornness, she is a lady that will strike you as a statue but quickly become animated in ways you would rarely see any man even twice as powerful as herself even imagine. \n\nBackstory: Ragula was the daughter of Istiniar's Village elder, a man who had been threatening time and time again to have the village willingly be captured by the rival of swadia. Istiniar was a prosperous town purely due to the hard work of the men and women that worked and lived they're, despite the odds and do to traitors hidden in the nobility, who had been purposefully over taxing them. In order to help alleviate stress, one of the many noblemen were forced to marry her. The wedding helped her slowly begin to infiltrate her new husband's agenda. It was her vendetta with the man who overtaxed her people that suddenly sparked a desire to rid her entire kingdom of traitors, rebels and internal struggle which she did through her husband. Unfortunately, her husband has killed via poisoning that she was to have drunk yet she had no thanks to him imploring that she wait for him to try it first. In her anger, she fought restlessly for rights over his army, kingdom, and wealth and trained herself by capturing rebels and bandits and forcing them to battle her with training weapons, granted freedom only if they could beat her. She proved remarkably resilient and a quick learner, slowly engrossing herself in an obsession with battle and war, spending all of her time learning how to fight or lead an army and other required needs for combat. When she was called forth for the first time, for a siege of a Swadian castle, she proved her worth, as she not only led the siege but improved their odds with her studies of seize tools and when they failed do to a noble of their own side switching sides and attacking them by surprise, she single-handedly defended the others as they retreated with nothing but her small army. She has since then been given a significantly larger army that she has left at her castle to train immensely as she travels with a much smaller group to attempt to make peace with the other military forces without violence. \n\nSkills:\n\nTactics\n\nTraining\n\nSurgery\n\nwound treatment\n\nEngineering\n\nWeapons/Equipment:\nMilitary scythe\nShort sword\nHeater sheild\n\nPlate armor\nLeather gloves\nWoolen hose\n\nWimple (for disguise)\n\nSausage x3\nHoney x1\n\nOther: Ragula, of course, is a midow, and because of so many nobles of Rhodoks are attempting to sway her to marry so that they may have her large army and the moral boost of Ragula."
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"value": "Brenna had heard the whispers in the air of some nobles summoning folks high and low to the border of Swadia and Rhodok to swear legiances and swords to their respective kingdoms. She scoffed at the idea, she would make her own way--although it couldn't hurt to go to the ordeal, she always heard how these balls where these nobles congregate is a good a time as any to make a few connectoins; maybe she could woo some old hag into courting her. But first she had to doll herself up a bit. Surely they wouldn't let a peasant into a house of lords. Sunrise above, Brenna put down her scythe and went inside to wash up as best she could; there were few adequate means of hygiene on this ragged farm--she was one of the few young hands her employed to tend to the fields in his sickly days, but he was the only one with any experience in irridation and piping; \"a girl shouldn't dirty her hands like that, darlin'\", pfft.\n\n So she found the best wear she could, an olive green dress and a cheap golden neckless. She pulled her hair back and twisted it into a bun, sure to let no strang loose--she heard the upper class thought it wasn't \"fitting of an upright woman\" to have loose ends. To them, it meant a woman was sloppy. Idiotic lords and their arbitrary customs. But alas, she had no time to waste. She went to her father's quarters and kissed him on the cheek--he was sleeping.\n\n\"I'll be back, papa. I promise.\" Soft fingertips rubbed his wrinkled forehead and she turned to leave the room. Just before she did, she remembered something; the dagger her father used to carry with him in his younger years when he would visit the taverns. He always kept it in the drawer next to his bed when he slept. She quietly peeled open the drawer andd acquired the dagger which she holstered in one of her bra straps.\n\n Then she set out to the horse stable to acquire one of the smaller, speedier steeds. She saddled up and rode off. It took her no time--an hour at most--to reach the border where this soiree was taking place. She dismounted the horse a few paces away, they'd think her a raider or a pirate. She moved up to the gates and put on her best prim accent,\n\n\"Pardon me, sirs--\" an inviting, soft smile. \"--I am an attendant of one of the ladies.\"\n\n\"Who?\" One of the brutish guards repulsed. She had half a mind to slit his throat right then.\n\n\"Lady Eskyr\" a made up name to be sure, but one that sounded close enough to a relative of the high-crown that she had overheard during one of her occasional trips to the local taverns. Hopefully this made up noblewoman had lots of servants.\n\nTo her suprise, the guards stepped aside. The path to glory had begun."
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"value": "The trip from the steppes to the Swadian plains had been a pleasantly uneventful one. Temujin and his small band had arrived to the gathering among the first arrivals. The small gathering of Khergits had built their yurt in a corner of the - at that time - small camp and kept mostly to themselves for now. They were after all technically in enemy territory - though there currently was a peace treaty between the Khanate and Swadia the Blue Wolf would take no chances.\n\nThere were whispers around the camp - some about him, sadly most of those far from the truth. The Khergit had heard someone refer to him as Temujin Khan - he did not care for such speech, but even he had to laugh at it. He was far from a Khan, but... It had a nice ring to it. The Noyan had politely corrected the other man by reminding that there was only room for one Khan and adding as a jest that he himself wasn't made of quite stern enough stuff to be a Khan.\n\nOnce again Temujin and his men found themselves spending their time sitting around their campfire, drinking tea with goat's milk and offering a cup and a seat to any passer by who was brave enough to join them. Most of the talking was done by the other Khergits, with Temujin offering a few words every now and again - mostly words of dry humor, or an anecdote fitting the matter that was discussed upon. He glanced at the black banner of his that flowed lazily in the breeze, then turned his attention back to more examining the newest arrivals than actually paying heed to the conversation going around him."
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"value": "There would be opportunities aplenty, and drink for the thirsty and a place to pitch a tent for the weary, or so the promise went. Adrick slicked his hair back from his eyes staring at the distant collection of tents. Three days of riding and little sleep left the man weary eyed and thirsty, denoted by the empty wine skin that hung limp at his side and the bags under his eyes. The horse beneath him panted with each step, plodding down the rocky mountain path at an ever slowing pace. Adrick felt no need to rush the final legs of his journey, not with his destination in sight. Such enthusiasm could be left to those who envisioned a greater tomorrow, who served on bended knee to their liege lord squirming to receive his praise and admiration. In some ways this made Adrick less of a liability, as long as the intended task wasn't required to be punctual. This latest employer was aware of Adrick's temperament however, having utilized his services in the past, and in anticipation gave the mercenary ample time to complete his mission.\n\n \"Easy, watch ye step old lad, not too far now.\" Adrick soothed patting his horse's neck. The steed whinnied, a few rocks shifting out from under his unsteady iron shoes. While surefooted on the flat ground the beast like most warhorses wasn't built for riding up and down the Rhodokian mountains, at least not with ease.\n\n By late morning Adrick arrived at his northern destination, riding boldly across the open ground towards the palisade's entrance. One of the guards stepped forward flanked by another guard, taking the horse's bridal in his armored fist, clicking his tongue in a manner of one used to such practices. Adrick stared down as if surprised by this action.\n \"I asked you to halt and declare,\" the guard accused with a frustrated growl. \"State your name and business here.\"\n \n \"My name is who gives a damn, and my business is mind yer own.\" Adrick laughed, taking his foot from the stirrup and kicking the guard's hand from the bridal. \"But if ye desperately want to know I have a dispatch from Sir Guliven for Sir Culiven his brother, who ought to be here now. If ye have any brains yer going to move and let me deliver it bastard.\"\n\n \"Why you vile brigand, I'll have your hand for that!\" The guard reached for his sword but his companion stopped him, staring Adrick in the eye.\n\n \"You will have the seal then?\" He asked, holding out his hand.\n\n \"Aye,\" Adrick reached into his pocket, placing the slightly crumpled scroll into the man's hand. For a moment the guard stared at the wax seal, before giving it back.\n\n \"Very well, in you go straight to Sir Culiven's tent.\" The guards stepped aside, allowing Adrick to ride past, sneering in victory. The guard he had kicked and insulted was red faced and furious, but he made no move to harry the mercenary further. The lord's mail was not to be stopped, no matter how rude the messenger was."
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"value": "Ragula looked out into the courtyard with cold eyes, the wind catching her crudely made-up hair, a wavy strand dangling to her left eye. She had left her battalion to camp out with the rest, spending large sums on alcohol and fine meals for them so that the military groups may loosen up. This whole thing was risky, but she felt it was the only way to unite the people of Caldradia. Taking a deep breath she walked down from her room, stepping towards the entrance to look at the ongoers. The first, a wanderer she assumed to be a hired sword. She'd keep an eye on him. The next was a girl she felt was almost too posh, and any noblewoman that smelled of manure was an oddity, but she felt she would be no harm with the surplus of guards around. The final was a young man, who she knew well. When at war, he was there well-needed cavalry, again and again, saving her hind time and time over. She chuckled at his games, rude as they were, it was nice to calm her nerves in these trying time. Her hand went out to the first person she acknowledged as worthy of being here. He had been pivotal in keeping rhodoks safe from invasion and deserved a say in pressing matters as these. Moving to him, her hand reached out to shake. The pale and older widow attempted a smile. It'd be nice to test her social skills against him, they'd been unused for years now. \n\n\"Adrick Gordonson! It's a surprise to see you\" Her low and deep voice boomed, it was smooth and cold, almost like a mother catching you coming home late at night. \n\"I am sure you're behaving yourself? What brings you here?\" She continued, teasing him. A small grin slowly raising across her face, one that had been absent so long that it looked almost wrong."
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"value": "Crossing the palisade's threshold Adrick soon found himself emerging into the bustle of an army camp. Strong men, weak men, men with weapons and men with armies mingled among the tents wishing to find direction and the ultimatum, war. Adrick himself had no idea where to start looking for Culvien, and could only hope to stumble upon the knight walking up and down the rows of tents. A frustrating task no doubt, but one he was willing to accomplish for the promised hundred denars. \n\n He was about to press on when a deep feminine voice hailed him, causing Adick to turn in the saddle. At first his eyes glazed over in confusion not recognizing the tall, pale women but in a flash he remembered, willingly dismounting from his horse and saluting Ragula with a raised hand.\n\n \"M'lady, haha if it in'nt Madame blood chiller. How long has it been since we've seen eye to eye, I cannot recall?\" He took Ragula's hand in his own, shaking it warmly. He spoke to her in his usual grating way, but his voice was tinged in respect for the widow before him.\n \n \"Behaving myself,\" he snorted waving off the phrase as if it was a passing breeze. \"Never, no I have been up to as much foul decadence that I can accomplish without being thrown into a castle cell. Today being the exception of course, delivering a knight's bloody mail. But as I always say, nothing is beneath me when it comes to easy denars. Perhaps ye've heard of a sir Culvien and could direct me towards his tent, then we could sit down for a drink and catch up on olden times with my reward money. Ye would pay of course.\""
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"value": "Perhaps I could spend some money for banter, but then again, that's essentially what I am here to do\" She remarked before putting up her hand up, pointing her finger to the large camp building for the soldiers and Temujin. \"I assume he's somewhere within the encampment, most likely drilling his troops on their manners. I wish you luck in finding him. I have matters to attend to elsewhere\" She replied with a small smile, giving him a curtsey bow, light and simple. and walking off deeper into the castle. She was off to lay her demands on the help within so that they made everything up proper. Everything needed to be perfect, or else this could easily make things worse than they already had been. As much as she enjoyed the company of a familiar face, Adrick was a worrisome face. He was not one to be wise with his words or to hold his tongue and as he is from Rhodoks he may prove counter-productive in her efforts. She would have to talk to him later. Negotiations could easily be turned into hostilities and it was her job to stop that. She was nervous and terrified, but not a soul could tell."
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"value": "Age: 37\n\nBackground: Sahara's grandfather fought in the war that lead up to the Atomic Awakening. Many people place some amount of blame on the soldiers who fought in the war, so it wasn't an easy life for him. Even so, Sahara would always listen to his stories. Stories of glory, of honor, and of death, loss, and suffering. What she took interest in most however, was his stories of the ships that sailed on oceans of water. The old world was now only a story. Expeditions to the surface rarely came back, and it was difficult to gather much information anyways going down there. Nobody knew how much the world had changed, if it even had at all. The skies, were all humanity knew now. \n\nBut her Grandfather had been a Captain in the United States Navy, and his stories drove her to work hard to have her own ship one day. It was a simple dream, but she never knew just how far she would take it. Working her way up from nothing, she was a nobody on board a freighter that came under attack from a Wyvern. \n\nNobody knows what truly happened that day but Sahara, but the stories claim that she took down the Wyvern by herself, with nothing more than a harpoon gun, and a knife. No matter the reality of the story, it cemented her place as a legend among sailors, and it wasn't long after that she had her own ship, and a call for crewmembers was sent out. No doubt, many people would answer the call at a chance to serve under the legendary Sahara Drake. \n\nShe was truly a modern Captain Drake. \n\nPersonality: Sahara is a rather serious person when it comes to matters aboard her ship. She won't take even a joke of insubordination lightly, and won't be challenged by her crew. Even questioning the story of her battle with a Wyvern is likely to get some sort of punishment. Most sailors understand that it doesn't matter if the story is true or not. They know that people need something, and someone to believe in if they are ever going to stand a chance against the monsters of the surface. If they are going to hunt monsters, they need to believe it's possible. Sahara is willing to be the symbol of proof that it can be done. \n\nWhen not aboard her ship however, Sahara becomes much more open, willing to drink her nights away, laugh and party with her crew. As long as they're ready to do their jobs when the ship leaves port, she doesn't care what they do. At least, not right now she doesn't. \n\nCrew Position: Captain\n\nAspirations: Simply put, she dreams of Captaining a vessel capable of taking on the biggest and baddest of the world's monsters. She has only heard stories of the Warships of the Old World, but it gives her ideas for what could be the ships of the future. \n\nAppearance:"
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"value": "Chapter 1: To the Skies\n\nThe call went out. A new frigate was launching, and it was being lead by none other than the famed Captain Drake. Who better to Captain a vessel designed to kill monsters, than one who had killed a monster themselves? The Frigate, named simply, The Drake, was newly commissioned, and it was so new that the barrels of its guns hadn't even yet turned black from the explosions of gunpowder. Rumor was that there were weapons that didn't need powder in development, but rumors were rumors. Rumor had it that each city was actually flying on the back of a giant turtle, and that human ingenuity had nothing to do with it.\n\nPeople still had their imaginations intact at least. But perhaps the name of the ship seemed a little much... but honestly, Drake didn't name it. It seemed the Admiral who commissioned the ship in the first place wanted a Drake captained by a Drake. \n\nThe name didn't matter, what mattered was whether or not it could do its job. \n\nSahara was on board the ship giving it a look over. It wasn't much, below deck had just enough room for a day's supplies, ammunition and powder, and the boiler and coal supply it required. Above deck, it was little more than two guns big enough to take down something fairly big, but not professional warship weaponry by the standards of the war that had awoken the monsters in the first place. They would do their job...\n\nAll she had to do was wait for her crew to arrive. She hadn't chosen them personally, another thing the Admiralty had done, so she didn't even know what was coming. She was told that her crew would consist of herself, a Helmsman, two engineers, and two gunners. This was already pushing the limits of the available room on the ship, but they would have to make it work. She could take the helm if needed, and surely they only needed one engineer. Two gunners for two guns sure but, either way they would have to make it work. \n\nThey had to make this work. This was a test, for all of humanity. All of the Frigates that had been built lately hadn't had much success, either destroyed, or no luck finding targets to hunt in the first place. But they would be the first. They had to... if they ever wanted a chance at taking back the surface."
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"value": "Étienne Baptiste Richard had hung around Baltimore long enough. It was time to get to work. He had all his possessions packed up in a tubular shaped white canvas bag, roughly four foot in length and two feet in diameter. He heaved the thirty-pound sack onto his shoulder and strolled the docks looking for his ship. There were much larger vessels tied up to peers, but somehow, he knew they were not what he was looking for.\n\nWalking the docks caused memories from his time spent in Montreal to come flooding back. He worked the docks for more than a few years before he went to sea. 'Sea' the thought made him laugh. No one sailed the seas any longer. Today, they sailed the heavens, the skies or the airways. Gusts of winds caressed these decks, no longer the lapping of waves.\n\nThe ship was smaller than any he had flown aboard. Most of his time was spent aboard cargo ships, but even the few combat vessels he'd worked on were much larger than this one. This was more a patrol boat than an actual Frigate, but that was her designation, so Frigate she would be—The Drake.\n\nÉtienne walked up the gang plank toward the deck spying his new Captain, a real fire breather this one was with her wild red hair and flamboyant attire. 'Going to be a fun cruise,' Étienne thought to himself. He stepped aboard with his sea bag flipping off his shoulder and to the deck at his feet. The six-foot two-inch Frenchman of African descent snapped off a professional salute, \"Étienne Richard, reporting for duty, ma'am.\" His accent was decidedly French. Once the appropriate salute was returned, he lowered his arm. \"I am trained in the use of your deck guns, ma'am—among other things.\" He didn't want to say too much as this was his first meeting with the ship's captain. He was prepared to store his gear and begin to inspect his new duty station. Étienne was excited about this assignment and prepared for a deployment."
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"value": "Jillian hugged her parents and her siblings thightly. No one had spoken about the difficulties that lied ahead but they all were aware of the possible dangers on board a frigate that was going to be hunting for monsters. Warm goodbyes and farewells had been exchaged when Jillian picked up her brown duffel bag and hung it over her shoulder. As she walked out she read the information again she had received. \"The ship is called The Drake and the Captain is Sahara Drake.\" She said half out loud. Jillian picked up her pace she didn't want to be late on her first day and make a bad first impression. \n\nWhen she arrived on the docks she started looking out for the ship she was enlisted on. Jillian didn't bother trying to read the names of the big ones. Scanning the ships she noticed a couple of frigates and she went by them one by one till she found the right one. The Drake. Jill stopped for a moment to examine the Frigate. She could tell it wouldn't fit a whole lot of people and with supplies space would be scarce but it had a balloon and a solid body so it could fly and right now that was all she cared about. A spark of joy appeared in her sea green eyes, forgetting all the dangers that might lie ahead for a moment. \n\nJillian stroked a few hairs that had escaped the braid because of the wind behind her ears and walked on board. She saw two people on board. One male and one female. The male had a big bag so she asumed he was one of the crew aswell. Her eyes rested on the captain for a moment instantly felt the authority radiating from her. Jill was impressed by the female captain and would sure find a great role model in her. \"Jillian Bosson, engineer. Reporting for duty Captain.\" she said as she stood straight and saluted. At least she hoped she did it right. Her experience on vessel like this being directly under a Captain in the fleet was very limited. Her skills, working spirit and her fighting spirit were hopefully enough to forgive honest mistakes she possibly would make."
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"value": "Oh man. He was gonna be late.\n\nNot because of oversleeping, or getting lost, or even having second thoughts about risking his neck out there in the open sky. Nah, nothing like that; Jaroslav had been up before sunrise, known exactly where in the city to head, and nothing under the sun could've convinced him to skip out on an adventure like this. No, rather, he was going to be late 'cause, well--- he'd fallen in love.\n\nJaroslav stopped in front of a yet another ship for the umpteenth time that morning, gaze trailing along its hull. This one was big, much more so than the small one-man boats he'd steered so far. He whistled, lingered, imagined how it would feel to ride something like that, and then promptly remembered he was supposed to be looking for a ship called the Drake. A few dedicated steps later, he spotted another docked beauty, and the cycle began anew.\n\nBy the time he finally spied a familiar combination of letters painted on a ship's side, everyone else was already present. Or so he assumed, anyway - he had taken his sweet-ass time, after all. The frigate was... far smaller than he'd imagined, honestly, especially in comparison to the large transport ships he'd admired earlier. The guns kinda made up for it, though. 'Sides, size wasn't everything; smaller ships were easier - and faster - to steer. \n\nJaro raised a hand in greeting and made his approach before he could be distracted again. He was getting pumped.\n\n\"Yo, this the Drake?\" he gave the ship and its crew a quick glance-over, then grinned and swung his old, worn bag down without waiting for an invitation to do so - or an answer to his question. \"Cool. I'll be your helmsguy; Jaroslav Moravec. You ever heard of The Blazer?\" he jabbed a thumb in the direction of his chest, grin widening. \"Same guy. Hope you ain't the type to get seasick.\""
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"value": "Bloody Mary\nA warped record plays her song...\nGender: Female\nAge: 23\nRace: Human?\n\nAppearance: (She does not have the robot-esque hands. Her hands are normal.) She's a tall woman of slim build and average muscle. She sports platinum blonde hair that goes to right above the shoulder, and hides it in her bonnet thingy. She is fair-skinned, and has a nice, soft face, with slightly thin lips, and a petite nose. Her bust size is a bit below average, and she has slender legs. Her hands are surprisingly quite soft, and she does not wear any sort of nail polish. Her hips are quite wide, but hidden under her antique dress.\n\nFaction: Order of the Sword\n\nPersonality: An intelligent lady who is naturally sweet, but unflinchingly honest, mainly because she doesn't realize when she says something rude. Fairly easily persuaded and trusting. Also very quiet, even though she believes she is right almost always due to being praised for most all of her life. She shares a natural sympathy for demons and angels due to her interactions and bond with Hunter, but will still kill demons or angels and adapt their technologies and allow others to experiment on them. The dead have no regrets after all.\n\nShe has a supreme hatred of her silvery blood, becoming ashamed and almost vomiting at it's sight. She also only use her demon-like form as an absolute last resort.\n\nBio: Born and raised in Sweden, she was a star student in school and quickly rose the academic ranks, going to college at only 15. With double degrees in both Theology and Engineering, the incident at Fortuna naturally interested her. At 19 She moved there and attempted to get closer to the Order by joining it, but realized that, as management changed hands the organization now fought for good. Her skill allowed her to work under the Head Researcher, a man with the visage of an demon named Hunter. \n\nThe old man treated her like his daughter, doting and focusing on her as if she was his own. He had never had a child due to his experiments turning him into a demon, and she had never had a father, so the glove seemed to fit. As the man grew older though, he realized that he was going to have to pass his work onto her. His last project before he retired was a bio-engineering magnum opus that aimed to give the power of the divine to humans without making them horrific beasts or sacrificing themselves to demonhood. Maria was to be the recipient. \n\nThe experiment wasn't a complete success. Though Mary didn't completely sacrifice her humanity and become a demon, she is no longer fully human. She has spliced her blood with that of a demon's. Though she is not a demon she can become a demon-like creature at will, and her blood is a sickly luminous white. Both she and Hunter refused to report this to Kyrie and Nero, instead pretending that the experiment just made her faster and stronger. Currently, she is trying to figure out a way to dissuade The Order from adopting this mutation for regular use, all while caught up in the middle of the apocalypse. What's a girl to do, ey?\n\n\n[Combat]\n\nPowers and Abilities: unnatural almost demonic strength and speed, though her body is still as frail as a human's. \n* Devil Trigger: A more bestial form bestowing her lots of fur, razor sharp teeth and claws, and antlers. This mode givers her increased power, defense, and speed. But she can only use this for a limited amount of time, and hates revealing her demon visage. She also gains some DT-specific techniques.\n* Firebrand Trigger: Fairly similar to her DT, except fiery. A trail of magma follows behind her, seeping out of her legs, and she's able to enhance her attacks with explosions.\n\n\nStyle: \nHuntress, LV 1 - This style gives Mary speed. Her focus in this mode will be to allow the enemy to wear itself out, quickly dodging in and out of it's range and lightly attack before escaping. At LV 1 this allows her great boosts of speed similar to a dodge in any direction, except up or down. Along with a general speed boost, of course.\nLVL 2 - Flashsteps, incredible jumps, wall running, etc.\nLVL 3 - Corporeal Illusions\n\nBeasthood, LV 1 - This style gives Mary power. Her focus in this mode is to completely curb stomp the enemy, relentlessly attacking it until it's not more than dust. At LV 1 this allows her to hold either two weapons at the same time, or a ridiculously large two handed weapon. Along with a general attack speed and strength boost, of course.\nLVL 2 - 3 weapons at once\nLVL 3 - 3 weapons times 3\n\nEquipment:\n\n\nA long handgun infused with divine power so that it may harm demons and angel. Crafted by both Hunter and Mary as their first duo project.\n[LV 2] The gun becomes full auto.\n[LV 3] Infuse blood into the bullets to increase their power.\n\n\nA large scimitar that cuts through the air (and everything else) like butter. She may also attach it to the handle made of angel bone to transform it into a scythe when in Beasthood Style. Hunter's weapon for when he was still gathering materials \"in the field.\"\n[LV 2] Demonic thorns cover the blade, dealing more damage and inflicting bleeding.\n[LV 3] Add a Exceed Engine to the BS.\n\n\nMade of Orpheus, a human turned demon by rejecting the gods, this jitte has the ability to manipulate vibrations. At level one, it may simply generate these vibrations, useful for audial trickery or enhanced attacks.\n[LV 2] Manipulate existing vibrations.\n[LV 3] The vibrations become magical, not needing a medium to travel through.\n\n\nObtained from Lily, Mary now has the ability to summon simple weapons by solidifying magic. Because of their ephemeral nature, they're mostly used as throwing weapons. At level one, Mary can summon both spears and shuriken to throw. The shuriken are faster, and more than one can be thrown at a time in Huntress, while the spears fly farther, and are a bit more powerful.\n[LV 2] Mary can now summon swords to act as a shield.\n[LV 3] Mary now has complete control of all summoned weapons.\n\nPoD\nUnload: A simple three-shot burst.\nHeadshot: A quick unflinching bullet to the head.\n\nBS\nReverse Cleave: A backhanded slash to launch the opponent backwards.\nHead Buster: A small leap into a powerful downward slice that could shatter much with ease.\nDropkick: Plant the BS into the ground, using it as a pole to dropkick an enemy. Can break an enemy's guard.\nWeapon Trick: When in Beasthood Style, can transform the weapon into a scythe.\nAriel Rave: A quick few slashes while in the air.\nLauncher - Send the opponent into the air with an upward strike. Following them up is optional.\n\nBS - Scythe\nHell-a-copter: Multiple spins above the head designed to decapitate multiple foes at once.\nLogarius' Spin: A quick circular slice to the left, then right. Can be done while moving.\nHell and Back: Throw the BS-S towards an enemy, before it returns.\n\nTE\nBeat: Enhance one's strikes by forcing the jitte to vibrate.\nCapriccio: Replicate a simple sound at any volume.\nIntermezzo: A blast of vibrational energy that travels straight forward for a short distance before dispersing.\nFalsetto: Generate a loud, incredibly high pitched sound to deafen allies and enemies alike.\n\nPP\nShuriken Storm - Mary spins around quickly, throwing out as many shuriken as possibly.\nFirework - Mary launches a spear, and shortly after it sticks into something, it bursts into magical energy.\nSawblade - A trio of large shuriken crawl across the floor, slicing up anything in their way.\nLance a lot - Mary summons a huge spear, and can use it almost like a lance.\nAir Trick - Summon a spear as a stepping stone to jump again.\n\nHuntress\nDash: A quick step in any direction.\nDemon's Soul - A quick dash forward, ending when the BS is firmly planted into an enemy's heart.\nAccelerando Dash: Dash, using TE to enhance the distance traveled.\n\nBeasthood\nBloodstorm: A quick sweeping spin with BS, accompanied with a spray of bullets at the same time. \nDuet: TE can enhance both itself and another weapon with Beat.\nWaltz: Use TE to spin in a circle with both that and the BS out.\n\nDevil Trigger\nChomp! - Mary grabs the opponent and takes a large bite out of them, restoring a small amount of health.\nDemon's Omen - An explosive roar that deals no damage, but knocks small opponent's back.\n\nFirebrand Trigger\nMagma Dash - A quick burst of speed that leaves a thick trail of lava behind Mary.\nRondo of Burn - Use the vibrations of TE to create a wave of lava.\nSome of her attacks have small explosive AoEs added."
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"value": "Vigrid\n\nMission Complete\n\nKushiel\nKills: 2/5\nStyle: 2/3 (+1, PvP)\n\nLily\nKills: 5/5 (+3, Champion Kill)\nStyle: 3/3 (+1, PvP)\n\nFenn\nKills: 5/5 (+2, Allegiance Kill)\nStyle: 2/3\n\n-Am-X Blair\nKills: 4/5\nStyle: 2/3 (+1, PvP)\n\nNote: Remember that Style will go directly to your Styles. Your \"Kills\" scores will be assignable where you please. Add them to the spreadsheets.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nMitis Forest\n@Zorogami@Lmpkio@rivaan\n\nGorgon placed her hand one one of the snakes, and vaulted herself up into the air, evading the wide strike from Wrath. He managed to catch one of the snakes, the one she vaulted off of, but the other one was coming from below, getting low on the ground and pursuing Wrath. She kept the Nephilim in her sights as she landed a little after Wrath's backflip ended, sprinting towards him. With the way she was moving towards him, it looked like she fights with hand to hand, and with her acrobatic movements very quickly too, but at the same time her snake companions seemed to be backing her up. The one that was struck had finished reeling from taking a hit though it would not reach the fight for a few moments after it's twin did. The dagger was a danger too to any careless attack as she demonstrated before her ability to parry an attack.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nAncient Library\n@Kafka Komedy@Lugubrious@liferusher@ProPro\n\n\"Oh I think I'm going to cry Akoni\", he taunted. Akoni's plan was sound, at least, as far as he knew Sevrin. The man didn't have any weapons... But there was so much he didn't know about him now. As soon as Akoni went to grab the Yamato through the portal, he felt a stinging pain as Sevrin flipped out a knife from under his sleeves. In a single motion he dropped the Yamato, slashed Akoni's hand then kicked the Yamato back up, switching the hand he held the blade in.\n\n\"But I'm afraid it's almost closing time... I wasn't joking about the librarian, so with that... Farewell\", he said, grabbing his hat and bowing as he put his knife away.\n\nFrom behind Sevrin a blue glow began to emanate, getting brighter, and brighter, and as soon as it reached it's opus, it fired. Sevrin's image distorted and disappeared as he was no longer anywhere to be seen, likely getting away with his skill in subterfuge, but in his place... Was a beast of eldritch origins.\n\nThe people of the Council would know what these foul ancient beasts were, and for them to appear once more, was only ill omen.\n\nAbyssal."
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"value": "Mitis Forest-Forest Showdown\n\nWrath growled slightly in annoyance but took note of Gorgon's preferred choice of close combat fighting. Switching to Comminus Form, he sheaths Rage Bringer and the claws on his gauntlets appear, the light of the sun reflecting off them as he took a ready stance. When her first attack came, Wrath side stepped to the right, avoiding the dagger but finding himself face to face with the snake, which he rolled forwards under it's strike. He'd determined early on that getting hit by one of those big boys would mean he had a very bad day. Spinning quickly, he knocks aside another dagger strike with his left hand and aims a slash towards Gorgon's shoulder, avoiding eye contact, before jumping back and once more being forced to evade the giant snake.\n\nHe knew the other snake would be arriving to join in the fray soon so Wrath used his Rapid Slashes on Gorgon, closing with her at incredible speeds and slashing five times in quick succession, each blow aimed somewhere different on her body. When he finished, he aimed a quick jab at her chest, a poor decision, as the second snake caught him from his left and sent him careening into a tree. The impact knocked the wind out of the nephilim, but he stood up, taking his stance again. He needed someone to take the snakes if he was going to have a chance."
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"value": "Age: Twenty-Three\n\n\nUnable to really decide the direction that she wanted to go, Sara is currently studying a mix of the arts and fashion. She is a bright young woman, and is currently attending university on scholarship. Her family could have paid for her education, but she insisted that she earn her way into the program instead, wanting to see if she could get in by her own merit. Growing up as an only child left to her own devices, she is a rather meek girl, doing her best to keep to herself as to not cause bother to anyone. As her parents often had many meetings, she learned social cues on when not to interrupt, or how to ask for things in a polite manner being that many calls that her parents took were to businessmen who had little time or patience to be put on hold. Since her parents were usually busy handling affairs, they thought it best for Sara to get accustomed to being at the home, and was home-schooled for a large duration of her education. The plan was to have her marry off to improve stocks, but Sara insisted that she did want to pursue a higher education for herself. \n\nShe enjoyed her many lessons, from music to learning other languages, but she has long since forgotten most of it. As a child, the music lessons were her favorite, mostly because she was able to play to a small audience of her many stuffed animals and just a few hands around the home. Due to this, she grew rather attached to her stuffed animals she had tons of during her childhood. The hands were busy taking care of the house, but they had little in common with a young girl. With no actual friends to play with, her imagination simply boomed to keep her entertained. Unfortunately, this habit has caused her to become quite awkward when talking to new people, and confide her stuffed animals or pets over the years. \n\nStill, even if she is not the best around people, she goes out of her way to show kindness towards others, often putting their problems in front of her own. Sara herself isn't much of a fighter, if at all. Not having much interaction with people didn't lead her to really having to know anything as far as defending herself. Even still, she will do her best to help those that need it, even if she had no idea what she is doing."
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"value": "The woman seemed to be a pretty deep sleeper, as the teddy bears constant wriggling didn't do too much to actually disturb her. If anything, it just had her shift about, at times easing her grip, and tightening back up again. Soon enough, the teddy bear was free from her grasp. As the soft fur poked the sleeping face of the young woman, her nose instinctively scrunched up as some of the fur tickled at her nose. Sara still had not registered that the bear she had been holding so closely was now gone. \n\nQuite some time had passed between her falling asleep, and the bear's slow movements to get the chair towards the door to escape. The carpet was working to an advantage, to some fault. While it made its escape quieter, the chair would indeed get caught in bits of the carpet, slowing the escape. Their patience would be rewarded, as the young woman didn't wake up from her slumber, but seemed to realize subconsciously that she no longer was holding the bear, a quiet whimper escaping her throat as her hands began feeling about the bed for the familiar fur she was used to holding. Her search didn't keep for too long, her hands eventually stilling as she slipped back into a deep sleep. \n\nIt seemed that the darkness of the room from the bear's height had deceived them, for the door was wide open. The effort they had put into dragging the chair seemed to be for nothing. The door to get out would be a different story, however. As they made their way through the dorm, the way lit by more small night-lights in outlets around the dorm. Clearly, Sara wasn't fond of the dark, which is why she left her door open, even though she had sufficient light in her room to fall asleep. Loud voices suddenly pierced through the door. College students. They didn't know much rhyme or reason about when you should be considerate of others sleep schedules. The group passed through, the quiet soon returning. So quiet, the air became slightly heavy.\n\n\"Isn't this the place?\"\n\nSome rustling. Paper, perhaps? \"Yeah, Dorm 55. That weird chick lives here. The one that talks to that bear she's got all the time.\" \n\nThe handle turned rougly a few times, voices outside muttering curse words that it was locked. \"Give me that screwdriver I'll just pry the damn thing open.\""
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"value": "Rasteva did scream this time. Albeit silently so as not to wake the still slumbering woman. All of their work. All of their struggling was for NOTHING as the bedroom door had been open the entire time. The Daemon pressed a paw to their face, and wondered what it would be like to cry actual tears. They had never done so a day in their life, but now seemed like an appropriate time to do so. Hopping down from the chair and filled with abject embarrassment, the Daemon scampered out the door and towards the main room of the girl's home. This time they knew that they'd have to repeat the process, but at least their efforts wouldn't be for nothing. \n\nToddling into the kitchen, the Daemon prepared to haul yet another chair to the door when they heard voices. A group of Humans seemed to be chattering outside, and the Daemon paused to listen. Their conversation did not make much sense, but it immediately became clear that they were talking about the Woman who's home the Daemon was trying to escape.\n\nMuch more concerning was that they were attempting to break in.\n\nThis posed a variety of problems for a number of reasons and Rasteva bolted back into the woman's bedroom. Scrambling up onto her bed, the Daemon began to prod at her again in a panic but suddenly halted. What would they do once she woke up? They couldn't reveal what they were and It wasn't every day that stuffed animals spoke, and she was sure to be terrified. Moreso once the people at the door managed to make their way inside. The Daemon supposed that the could simply lay there they way a stuffed animal should and not intervene at all. Rasteva stared down at the sleeping woman, mind turning over itself. She had done nothing wrong. Her only crime had been holding the small toy that the Daemon now possessed.\n\nThey could not leave her to Fate.\n\nGroaning in irritation, the Daemon hopped from the bed and rushed back into the other room. The sound of tools could be heard on the other side of the door and the voice cajoled each other as the Humans on the other side moved ever closer to getting in. Rasteva let out aother groan, unable to believe that they would be forced to waste what precious energy they had on THIS. But in a way it could be considered repayment for possessing a random girl's stuffed animal and making off with it.\n\nThe Bear dropped soundlessly to the floor and a plume of smoke erupted from it as Rasteva pulled themselves from the toy. They wound their way across the floor and under the front door. Coiling at the gathered Human's feet Rasteva gathered what power they had to expand their present form. It was not much, but it would do. One of the Humans noticed the smoke pooling at their feet and began to panic, alerting the rest. Rasteva drew themselves up to eye level with them, a cloud of black smoke roiling on itself in front of them. Of all their possible forms this one by far was the most useless. Rasteva could do nothing, and had no means by which to physically interact with anything.\n\nBut they could be seen, and they could be heard.\n\n\"COWER MORTALS BEFORE YOUR IMPENDING DOOM. SEE AND HEAR THE END OF NOT ONLY YOUR EXISTENCE BUT ALL LIFE ON THIS PITIFUL WORLD.\"\nFrom where the Humans were standing they were confronted by a screaming pillar of smoke with a large fanged maw. \n\nNeedless to say they were terrified.\n\nThe door forgotten, the Humans promptly began to scream as was to be expected when confronted by a threatening smoke cloud. Rasteva took a moment to revel in their terror, but not for long. They ran the risk of waking up the girl sleeping on the other side of the door, and the Daemon could not have that. \"Be silent!\" the cloud barked, and the group of delinquents complied immediately, each of their faces pale and tear stained. The cloud's voice lowered to a hiss, the fanged maw edging closer to the Humans, it's teeth looking more than capable of rending their flesh despite being composed of smoke. \"Remove yourself from my sight, and know that your doom comes.....And uh...Don't bother telling anyone about this. They're probably not going to believe you.\" The group of delinquents nodded silently in unison, not eager to argue with a demonic smoke cloud before rushing away, all tripping over each other in their haste to escape.\n\nSatisfied that their work was complete, Rasteva immediately deflated and retreated back under the door. Their little stunt had been costly, and moreover they had revealed themselves to Humans though they were sure no one would be any the wiser even if they DID speak of what had just happened. Rasteva coiled back over to the forgotten stuffed bear and settled back inside of it once more. There was no chance of them escaping tonight, even know they could not muster the power to even move the toy. Resigning themselves to spending the night on the floor, the Daemon only hoped that the girl sleeping in the other room did not question their distance from her bed too much.\n\nRasteva made a mental note to collect their payment from her at a later date once they had regained their own body."
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"value": "Age: 20\n\nGender: Male\n\nPrevious Occupation (If highschool student or lower specify): Sandwich Artist\n\nAppearance:\n\nPlayer (Unless a hacker spot for this side is open)\nAlliance: R3v314t1on\nGamertag: Hyp3r1on\nAlias: \"The Red Death\" to players outside of R3v314t1on\nGender: Male\nLevel: Max\nClass: Battleborn/Caretaker\nSubclass: Bounty Hunter (Specialize in finding hidden units, close combat and chasing down opponents. Higher speed, lower armor, Higher attack power when 1 on 1)\nWeapons: Revolver x2, Rifle, Bolo, Laser short sword\nAbilities: \nActive abilities:\nMark: Puts a flare on the target, showing their location at all times (one at a time)\nBolo: Stuns for 2 seconds, 10 foot range (20 foot for marked target)\nBounty: If within 300 units (5 feet) of a stunned, marked enemy with less than 15% health, coup de grace for bonus exp and credits\nHonorable Duel: Neither player may move away or use items, can only attack each other for the next 3 seconds (7 seconds if marked target)\nPoison-dart: Single target poison that slows players more the longer it lasts, slowly dissipates as well\nSarsaparilla: Heal over time (only self cast)\n\nPassives:\nClose the gap: When near a marked enemy, Movement speed increases 50%\nOne at a time: 1.5 damage to marked target (.75 damage to non-marked targets)\n\nBio: ???\nPersonality: (Optional since I prefer to let their personality come to life on their own)\nPvP/Ragnarok theme song:"
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"value": "E.C.H.O\n\nThis wasn't the first time Echo had been here, but it still amazed her none the less. It had been quite sometime she had been around in here, ever since the first couple of attempts of a siege. Shaking at the thought of the failures and things she saw, she wasn't exactly all that excited about being here again for essentially the same purpose. Meeting the commander as his name was, a real stick up the ass type of guy, looking down on the group, she found a lot of the big boys did that. Couldn't blame them, they weren't the big boys for nothing, but it still always irked her, they had never really been her thing. She had the capacity to be the same way, but it was to much effort in all honesty, way to much, and before now, she was just content with doing what she wanted more or less.\n\nContinuing on their way, she pretty much had tuned out the man after he started to look down on them, though he wasn't really revealing what she didn't already know about the place. Kiro tensed as the guards raised their guns at them and Echo watched as some of the others did as well, she put her hand on Kiro's head and reassured them they were fine \"Wouldn't make any sense to slaughter us, he's just stroking himself a little bit, nothing like a good wank of the big ole boy to show he's top shit around, right?\" she spoke to Kiro but anyone close would hear her. Kiro gave a chuckle, relaxing as they were continuing on their way. Quickly entering the room, they encountered Minx, a...very interesting person to say the least. Hadn't changed one bit since the last time she had seen the women, as sassy as ever too. Seeing her starting to leave, the group had started to move and one by one they tried to start explaining what they could do and the like. \n\nUntil one member, a Warlock, got impatient \"I mean it wouldn't hurt to know what everyone does, these are your allies and not someone expandable. Having knowledge of what they can do, can save an entire battle or yourself. Hell a whole army can be saved with team work and what you need for team work is knowledge of how your team works, just a word to the wise, im not scolding you because at the end of the day, who am i to tell you how to feel, i didn't mean anything by it, im just giving helpful tips as a vet in these types of games...\" turning on her heels \"Kiro can explain what we can do.\"\n\nAs Echo moved off, Kiro walked between most of the group \"Being a Huntress Class, Echo was forced to not take active skills, instead i have most of the active capabilities we have. The first being me itself, i am her main weapon in the most literal sense. The Dog i am put in, is fitted with me, an Artificial Intelligence, one of the best in game. I am virtually self and free thinking, and capable of making decisions at the same time as well you guys. Besides me, the dog is fitted with a radar system, up to half a mile in radius. A Radio itself and a rescue ping system, the body itself is bullet proof, big rounds and armor piercing are the only things that can break through. Blades are almost never likely to be able to cut through. The claws are made of sharpened Titanium, as are the teeth. The jaw can crush iron plates with ease, if that's any type of measurements. It also is impact absorbent, full on collision with a car, will only slightly damage the dog. It's also fitted with the huntress passive abilities, but those are a little harder to explain so you can look on the class information here if you're interested\" Kiro sent a group message to them all \"that's all for us, oh, her weapon information is also in there as well, but Echo can be a close , mid, and even long range fighter, she also is full of experience, so hope she can be of assistance to you all.\"\n\nKiro quickly walked up next to Echo, who was walking next to Minx \"I don't know if you remember me, but we've fought together and every time we lost, what is different this time?\" she glanced back at the group, worried for a second but quickly focused forward, looking at Minx."
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"value": "[AoD]\nGenesis, Sanctuary: Pyre\n\nEvery one of Angel's nerves were on edge as they were led to a large gate, She had literally just gotten over the fact that she would be working in an actual team but when they made it to the gate her Mercenary alarms were on high Alert. When they made it to the gate Angel's heart was in her throat as the group was inspected by the man sitting between the two Goliaths. She was slightly annoyed at how the commander was just disregarding their abilities but bit her tongue as she looked to all the heavily armed Goliaths deciding to shrink back in the group. \n\n She had never been in Pyre and was pleasantly surprised that it was so different from Killion. Killion, even though it was basically the base of The terrorist group, it wasn't nearly as fortified on the outer edges as it was in Pyre and there were definetly more Shady people. When they got into the city Angel could literally see the currency draining from her account as they passed by the shops, there were so many good things to buy but Angel knew she shouldn't buy at the moment. \"I'll come back for this stuff later\" she said as she stared at a weapon upgrade shop that had caught her eye. She definetly had enough money to trick herself out with some good stuff but then what would be the point to messaging the UN to give them stuff.\n\n She chose not to fly through the streets and chose to just walk in line trying to draw the least attention to herself even though it was a bit hard with the fact that her Armor and wing were quiet a distinguishable factor of her character. A few of the guards locked eyes with her as they walked through the city and one even readjusted his gun as she looked at her. \"God this is ridiculous, I haven't even do anything... yet\" she though as said Goliath lowered their gun and just turned back around.\n\n She was constantly darting her eyes around taking in details and it was all she could do to keep herself taking off into the air to calm her nerves, She had to be professional. As they walked into the room with general and got through their introductions Angel was a getting very annoyed that people continue to not give them credit just because they were a bit unbalanced. \"I'm actually pretty Good at Offence, Defense, and support\" she said with a bit a irritation in her voice \"And with my flight ability I could even be a scout\" Angel finished with a huff. As she stood there Angel tapped her talons on the ground in impatience feeling a bit claustrophobic with the amount of people in the same room as her, it got to the point where she slowly moved over to the wall and leaned against it trying to just get a bit more breathing room."
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"value": "Sensei\nGenesis: Sanctuary Pyre\n\n---\n\n\nSmiling, Sensei took a moment to commit the names of the rest of his team to memory, following the small escort sent to take them further into the Sanctuary. He made sure to observe the extensive security measures throughout the city, thinking to himself, This place is pretty well defended, especially considering how little time that they must've had to prepare for all of this. I can definitely see why R3v314t1on hasn't swarmed this place already. Looking through the shops, he saw almost nothing but guns, guns, swords, and more guns. One of the many downsides of going \"weaponless.\" Not everyone saw the advantages of such a choice, and Sensei wanted to make sure that his teammates didn't do the same. James stayed mostly silent as the commander brought them to the General, who introduced them to Minx. With this much militarism and hierarchy throughout the Sanctuary, I'm surprised that none of these top guns haven't straight up started a dictatorship or something.\n\nHe listened intently as Minx introduced herself and looked over the group. Indeed, he had not been thrilled when he saw not a single Caretaker in the bunch. However, as they began to travel, he perked up as he heard his companions begin to list off their strengths. Hearing Watcher mention his sniper rifle was a plus; Sensei knew that he would need plenty of long range counterparts from the others, considering his own skill set. Yukihiro listed off not only his own abilities but those of his summons. He thought briefly on each of them: Indriel would be the one he would probably fight next to, Christian would provide much needed cover, and Alisia would be there when he inevitably made a mistake and took a crap ton of damage. Afterwards, there was Onyx, who kept his dialogue to a minimum. Sensei was about to speak out, until Echo did it for him. Her response was also fairly short, although she let her \"Killing.Infiltration.Robot.Operator D Version\" do the explaining. Yes, I am going to call it that every time I refer to it. If anything, he appreciated the message that he was sent. It would at least give him something to read on the way to Killion. Listening to Angel, he thought briefly on her wings. He could imagine plenty of uses for those, especially if they could carry any considerable weight. The thought of her carrying the entire team by her wings sprung to mind and made him giggle, until he realized that it was probably his own turn to speak.\n\nTaking a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts, he spoke out to the group, saying, \"Alright, so as you might have guessed, I'm one of those \"idiotic weaponless\" BattleBornes. Yeah, yeah, if you're going to insult me, I've heard it all before. Now, talking strategy, I'm definitely best up close, and I'll deal plenty of damage once I'm there. Most Brawlers are pretty tame, but I've studied martial arts my entire life, so I wouldn't say I'm like most Brawlers. But I'm basically no good from a distance, and I'll occasionally need plenty of cover to charge up my attacks. Still, I'll try to be an asset in any way possible.\""
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"value": "\"Good thing I'm not expendable. Unlike you I have a purpose in this operation.\" The man said, sipping from a mug of fake alcohol from a vendor in a fake world that wouldn't even get him fake tipsy. He flipped through the face cards in his inventory over and over, studying each player on them, always pausing on the joker. He looked behind the counter, thinking about robbing the place, but the trouble of dealing with this many NPC's was not worth the few credits he could get from their bodies and the register. He was almost about to get up when all hell broke loose behind him. A hint of smoke passed by both sides of his head, his screen lit up as if he'd been hit from all sides but no damage was done. Well, not to him at least, Lanc3 had been killed, but it was only Lanc3. He hated the guy anyways. Always trying to be a spy even though he was just a meat shield at heart. Poor guy, probably left behind quite a few forum-moderation positions that made him feel like he was doing something with his life.\n\nThe Red Death stood up from his chair and turned around, looking for whatever caused the commotion behind him. A man stood in the clearing smoke, a familiar face. A face he had been studying for quite a while. The joker card. Spectre. \"Well, if it isn't the joker. I see you're here for business purposes, unless killing Lanc3 was for pleasure. I'd understand, if I was allowed to, I would've taken him out too.\" The man's right eye flashed red and a red arrow pointed at Spectre with a skull icon above it. [Target Marked].\n\n\"I'm assuming this isn't going to be as easy as I want it to be, but I have to kill you now.\" He said, grabbing his twin revolvers. They felt so natural in his hands, despite never having shot a gun in real life, let alone two at once. And now he was here, one of the most infamous murderers in the world and nobody knew his real name. His family was probably worried that R3v was going to kill him while he was \"stuck\" in the game. He chuckled. \"A shield would be nice.\" He said, trying to talk to his new partner without letting his eyes off of his target."
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"value": "Age: 12\n\nAppearance: Black mid-length hair swept to one side, green eyes, a sarcastic smirk and a smug demeanor. \n\nPersonality: Terrance is good at pushing people's buttons. With a sarcastically smug attitude and a large vocabulary, he is an easy person to either like or hate. He doesn't generally try to irritate people...though when he sees someone whom he doesn't like, or just seems overly snappish, he generally will just for fun. He loves a good challenge, and when one comes up, his expression will change just a bit...his smirk will become less sarcastic and more predatory, his eyes will narrow, and he will try to beat that challenge by any means most expedient. He may also come across as cocky at times. These things said, he can be a good and loyal friend, and although he may seem like an annoying, self-centered SOB, you can rest assured that he has your best interests at heart...right beside his own. :) He prefers black muggle jeans and hoodie to robes, and will probably be seen in that attire often and/or under the robes.\n\nHistory: Terrance Neston was born to a pureblood family, immersed in magic up to his eyeballs. His father was/is an Auror, and he commonly said that the only dark wizard he was ever likely to be unable to defeat was his mischievous son. Within hours of getting his wand after the letter arrived with his invitation to attend Hogwarts, Terrance had already made shooting harmless hexes at the cat his new favorite thing to do. The cat was appropriately scandalized, we presume it has since settled down in more public areas once again, instead of hiding in terror of its life under beds. His family was most eager to send the kid off to Hogwarts, and was looking forward to the letter arriving for a good time before it came...and after it did, for the term to start. And of course the first thing they did when the letter arrived was to get him his own cat...\n\nBlood Status: Pureblood\n\nWand: 12.4 inch Oak, with a unicorn hair core.\n\nPet: A grey short-haired cat named Shade. Will look at you with equal parts dignity and scorn. Luckily Terrance liked him too much to start trying to hex him. Also likes Terrance, luckily."
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"value": "\"You be a good boy now you hear?\" Hayes mother said patting his shoulder and adjusting his black wool sweater. She looked at the young boy, he green eyes shined at the young wizard. \"You are such an amazing young man\" She said, holding back tears and kissed his forehead. Hayes nodded and watched some young boys enter a seemly solid wall, though, from what he saw from some of his fathers books, this was the least amount of strange magic he is going to see. \n\nHe passed through the wall and his owl Albert moved restlessly. Hayes reached into his basket of things and grabbed a snack for the bird. \n\"Here Albert, eat this, I know you must be hungry\" He said with a calm smile as he fed the bird nuts. He felt sort of strange speaking to his new owl as if it was a person, but he saw a boy who seemed his age speaking to his dog in the same manner. \n\nAs the station filed and split into students boarding the train and parents waving goodbye, the sounds and weeps filled Hayes' ears, he was so excited to finally be leaving, he had dreamed of this day for years. \n\nHe moved over to an open compartment, not paying attention to the number, he just wanted a seat. He sat quickly and looked out the foggy steamed window."
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"value": "Bishop shoved a cracker into his hoodie pocket for Veil as he glared at the bird across the car. He stroked the pale rat's head, earning a quiet squeak. Bishop glanced at the door, then looked out the window. He kept an eye on the owl, keeping a protective hand over the pocket with Veil in it. Waiting for other kids to arrive, he passed the time by watching the landscape and the second hand on his watch."
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"value": "Terrance Neston\n\nTerrance burst through the magical barrier separating platform 9 3/4 from the muggle world, mere moments after bidding his parents an excited goodbye, see you later. As he reorients himself to the new area, he wonders...not for the first time...why it is that the platform is platform 9 and 3/4...why not 7/8, or why not 8 and a half? Or 3.7927, for that matter? Why that particular number? But as he passes his baggage trolley to a porter, that question leaves his mind almost as quickly as it had come, and he briskly boards the train with his carryon bag...without Shade, his carrier is back with the rest of his baggage, with the sleeping cat inside. Looking into the first compartment he sees, he sees that it seems mostly full...so he moves on to the second. Only one boy was already there, so he went ahead and spoke up, gesturing to the seat opposite him. \"Hey, mind if I sit here?\""
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"value": "Karen strode through the floors of King's Cross Station, her face a mask of utmost calm. The small blonde's measured, graceful steps were well practiced, and each move as though choreographed for a ballet recital. Her smooth, impassive face gave of an aloof charm, and bestowed upon her a maturity she did not feel she actually had - nevertheless, perfection was what she sought, and well included how she looked. A child she may be, but she did not have to act like one, at least, not all the time; scarce were the times she would allow herself to act out in public.\n\nEven then, her movements were the least attention grabbing thing about her; more noticeable was the outfit she was wearing: A purple velvet dress that reached her knees, accompanied by silk bridal gauntlets of the same color. A thin silver necklace that carried a locket at its end, with an intricate symbol stenciled on it, and snakeskin ankle boots, that made distinctively loud clack-ing sounds with every step. All obviously expensive materials, and all obviously out of place attire in a regular train station. \n\nStill more attention grabbing was the aged man in a butlers outfit hauling luggage behind her. The dapper silver fox kept pace with her all the way until Platform 9 \n3\n/\n4\n, when all the enchantments around it kicked in, and all the attention they had gathered at this point became meaningless. At once, everyone began minding their own business, scarcely paying attention to the unusual duo.\n\nThe trip to the train itself was uneventful, save for a few glances here and there. Karen stopped in front of the train, her hands on the railings.\n\n\"Milady . . . I'm sure, your parents would have wanted to be here.\" Karen's hands gripped tight against her suitcase. \n\n\"I . . . I'm sure they would have, Aleksi, I'm sure . . . \" Her voice trailed off with a shudder, and in a rare moment of emotion, turned and wrapped her arms around Aleksi in a tight huf. \"I'll miss you.\"\n\nLeft unsaid was: I'll miss them.\n\nThe old man patted her on the back consolingly. \"I know, I know. Come on now, you'll have fun at Hogwarts, you've scarcely the time to be missing an old fogey like myself.\" \n\nBlinking back unshed tears, Karen unwrapped herself from him, and nodded. With a small smile, she stepped into the train, Elijah trailing after her. Once inside, she entered the closest compartment to her, not particularly caring where she sat, so long as she was able to. She was unsurprised to find that it was occupied already; the door was closed, after all, usually a clear sign that someone had been through it.\n\n\n\n\nThe occupant was a boy with light brown hair, with eyes of a similar color, if darker in shade. Karen cleared her throat to grab his attention, and gave a small curtsy. \n\n\"Good morning, is it too much to ask if I could share the compartment with you?\" she inquired in a soft, yet clear voice, her light sapphire eyes locking directly with his chocolate brown ones."
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"value": "Anna-Jayne blinked almost as if she was confused. It was not logical, the seemingly solid brick wall that sat in Kings Cross Station lend to another platform entirely yet, like her grandmother's stories, she could go right through the magical doorway. Felix continued sleeping on top of her luggage rested on her luggage cart, the cat making no sign to indicate he knew what just happened.\n\n\"Come on dear, we can't have you being crushed by the other students now, can we?\" her grandmother instructs. Until she spoke hadn't noticed she had come through already. Swiftly pushing her cart away from the wall, narrowly missing a passing student in the process, Anna-Jayne took a proper look around the area. It was not much different from your regular platform with the brick it's brick walls and large clock stationed high up. She glanced at each student for a brief amount of time, one of the girl's in a lavender dress, whom her eyes seemed to spot first, brought Anna-Jayne to think she was under-dressed in her old slightly faded denim jeans and short sleeved turquoise shirt but after scanning through other students found that wasn't so. \n\nFollowing her grandmother Anna-Jayne purses her lips nervously, slowly pushing her luggage cart with Felix still asleep. \n\"I think you'll enjoy Hogwarts\" her grandmother says gently, offering her granddaughter a kind smile. \n\n\"I hope so,\" Anna-Jayne mutters.\n\n\"Why don't I take your bags for you and you and Felix can bored the train?\" Most days this would be an offer Anna-Jayne would have refused but, for some reason, today she felt inclined to let her grandmother do so. With a nod she moved herself from her bags and scooped up the sleeping cat who awoke and meowed in annoyance of his interrupted nap. Anna-Jayne's grandmother gave her a small kiss on her forehead before the pair said their farewells and she boarded the train, Felix in her arms.\n\nShe slowly wandered down the corridor before seating herself in compartment 5 which was, until now, unoccupied."
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"value": "Hayes' mind drifted off as he thought about his new life in a new world. He was brought back to reality from the sequel of Albert and the opening of the door. A young girl walked in and asked to sit. Her politeness amazed him, most girls he had seen or gone to school with at home were loud, and only cared about their sweets and dresses. \nHayes nodded \"Yes, of course\" he said tossing back a polite smile. He moved over and run his index finger over the overly excited owl in effert to calm the bird. \nHe looked back up to the girl, opening his mouth to say something but bit back his words. Hayes had always been a shy young boy, expecally around other children his own age, his mother would giggle and poke fun whenever there was a girl around. \nHe sat in silence fitting with his own hands as the rest of the students finished off boarding the train."
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"value": "Cal was reading the daily prophet in the train car. On the front page was a picture of Askaban, as well as much smaller ones of at least fifteen inmates. Cal started to read about it.\n\nEarlier today Askaban Prison there was a mass breakout of over fifteen inmates. Now the people are wondering of Askaban is really a secure place to store criminals. The ministry should use the most of the power they can to secure Askaban, to ensure a friendly safe environment for all wizards, and muggles alike.\n\nIt went on and on about the ministry and what it should do to keep Askaban safe in the future, but all Cal cared about, was that it wasn't safe how it was now. Over fifteen criminals on the loose and they could be heading anywhere, even Hogwarts.\n\nA little while later a boy, around his age, came up to his compartment, asking if he could sit there.\n\n\"Sure, I don't mind. Cal wasn't good with small talk so he just sat for a few seconds before handing him the paper.\n\n\"I don't even know why they bother with Askaban anymore. I mean, with its history of breakouts... I'm Cal by the way.\""
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"value": "\"Thank you.\" With a polite nod of her own, Karen crossed into the compartment, sliding her luggage into the compacts above them. Elijah, white tail swishing haughtily behind her, meowed for attention.\n\nSmiling, Karen picked up the cat and cradled him in her arms as she sat down, stroking his fur. Silence settled into the compartment, though it was noticeably awkward, with the other boy opening his mouth, attempting to begin a conversation. He held back, seemingly too shy to go through with it. Karen understood - she herself had a distinct lack of experience when it came to social interaction with children her age; her family manor was rather distant from the nearest village - not distant enough to be inconvenient, but not close enough for her to be bothered to get up from her self-studies. Most of the time she talked with Aleksi or Uncle or any other adult that came by for business. Still, being unable to interact socially with her peers was - in her eyes - a weakness. An imperfection.\n\nAnd Karen would be nothing less than perfect.\n\nBefore there would be conversation, however, introductions were to be had. They would never get anywhere if not. \"Hello there, my name is Karen, Karen McGrave. It's nice to meet you . . . ?\" She trailed off, waiting fro a reply."
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"value": "Age: 143\nAlignment: Lawful Good\nRace: Elf\nClass: Cleric/Barbarian\nAppearance/Clothing: \n\nVaeri is an innocent looking elf, standing at about 5' 7\" (170 cm) with long, straight raven hair that extends down to the base of her back, pale skin and bright blue eyes. At a glance she's quite beautiful with full lips, a small button nose, thin eyebrows and high cheekbones, when one takes a closer look, several tiny scars are visible all over, disfiguring her otherwise graceful looks. Likewise, Vaeri's exposed flesh, the rare times one can see them initially appear smooth and untouched, but upon closer inspection are covered in scars and barely contain wiry muscle below.\n\nVaeri dresses as a lady of the cloth should, with a dark blue full body cloak. The fabric is adorned with intricate patterns in white to provide visual contrast and indicating her status as a clergywoman. Around her neck and outside the cloak, Vaeri wears a necklace bearing the holy symbol of her god. However, underneath the cloak is a full set of leather armor, battle ready and kept in top shape at all times.\n \nSkills: Concentration, Sense Motive, Knowledge (Religion), Knowledge (Nature), Climb, Jump, Sleight of Hand, fletching arrows, surviving out in the wild\nNatural Abilities: Keen senses, the ability to see better than humans in low light\nMagic/Spells: Heal: @Afina can decide how good this is\nTongues: Allows the caster to speak any language for the duration of the spell\nTurn Undead: Vaeri can attempt to make Undead flee from her presence temporarily. Powerful Undead can resist this.\nDivine Might: Holy power infuses the caster, temporarily making them more powerful and resilient\nFlame Strike: Smites foes with holy flames\nAdditional Information: Vaeri worships Menhit, lion-goddess of War. (Fun fact her name means She who massacres)\nWeapons: Vaeri carries a composite shortbow and a two-handed battleaxe\nPossessions: On Vaeri's right ring finger is a ring of protection. One her back she carries a backpack that can hold more than you think it would and what Vaeri wants from the bag will always be at the top (the item in question must have been put in the bag beforehand for this to work). Inside the bag are her necessities (tent, rope, bedroll, tarp for the tent, soap, cooking utensils, oil, a lamp, flint and steel), holy texts, 8 vials complete with cork stoppers, 3 vials of Inflict Wounds potions, a Scroll of Gust of Wind, and about 2 weeks worth of rations. She also has a coin purse with about 20 gold pieces in it. On her hip is a quiver with 20 arrows.\nPersonality: To strangers, Vaeri appears to be a gentle elf, always keen to help those in need and be a travelling force of good in the world. However, as you get to know her, slowly she morphs into an entirely different person, brash, head-strong and a braggart, this true face of Vaeri shows exactly why she worships the goddess she does. The elf loves battle of all kinds and will gleefully jump into battle whenever she can.\nHistory: Vaeri grew up in a forest village mostly populated by other elves to a carpenter. IN her childhood, she began learning the bow as all children did. Her prowess with weaponry was admired just as much as her excessive enthusiasm for using them was worrying. One day while out hunting alone she was overcome by a vision of the lion-goddess Menhit who commanded Vaeri to go out into the world and find a man with two right hands. After this experience, Vaeri began following the goddess of war and has dedicated her life to this mission. The cleric has been following this notice for strong adventurers as a possible lead for locating this mysterious man.\n\nName: Kazuo Blaide\nAge: 22\nAlignment: Chaotic Neutral\nRace: Human (with slight traces of elven blood)\nClass: Samurai (Ronin)\nAppearance/Clothing: Image WIP\nBasic description: 5' 11\", lean muscular build, tan skin, long wavy black hair, slightly pointed ears thick arched eyebrows, hard brown eyes, stubble from forgetting to shave last week. Wears common street wear (no armor) but with his sword at his hip and sandals instead of more conventional close-toed shoes.\nSkills: Katana Specialization, Daikyu Specialization, Punching Specialization (3), Etiquette, Riding (Land-Based), Reading/Writing, Navigation, Weather-sense, Blind Fighting, Mountaineering, Weapon Smithing\nNatural Abilities: N/A\nMagic/Spells: Focus Energy - With a loud yell, Kazuo focuses his ki to temporarily boost his strength to the absolute limit of human potential for 1 minute. \nAdditional Information: * Father: Ukon Bootsnatcher (Wandering Ronin)\n* Mother: Mira Blaide (Master of the Blaide School of martial arts)\n* Uncle: Hiron Bootsnatcher (Funnily enough also a martial artist)\n* Family Friends: Mazon Rohtar (Half-orc Warrior Singer; married to Hana)\nHana Rohtar (Gnome Bard/mage; married to Hana)\nElincia Nartolia (Human cleric)\nKanti Dryearurdrenn (Elf Ranger who is coincidentally Vaeri's distant cousin)\n\n\nWeapons: A Katana, his fists\nPossessions: A black horse named Trombe whose saddlebags carry a tent with a tarp, a bedroll, 10 days of trail rations, a fire starter, a mess kit, 4 pints of oil, a hooded lantern, a waterskin, a straight razor, a utility knife and 50 feet of hemp rope. \nPersonality: Kazuo, like his mother is a quiet person, who rarely speaks when he doesn't need to, and like his father, has a habit of getting easily bored. Unlike either of his parents, Kazuo is a rather forgiving man, able to let insults and slights against his person pass. One thing that runs strong in his blood is a love of conflict and competition. The variety and outcome of the competition does not matter, the rush he gets from giving his all against somebody doing the same is what he lives for, and he'll seek this feeling out even if it proves to be self-destructive in the long run.\nHistory: Kazuo's mother was a Half-Elf monk and his father was a human samurai. He did not get to know his father very well, only able to meet him a few times during his life, and his mother would tell very little about him. Apparently they knew each other from some running tally they had of dueling to the death and somehow that ended in a tryst that produced him.\n\nKazuo's mother, Mira was a harsh woman who commanded strength and grace that was almost otherworldly. Her beauty was undercut by rage and bloodlust barely kept under wraps. Her bloodlust was so great it seemed to almost materialize in combat and it colored her ki, a normally invisible force a dark purple. She did her best to raise Kazuo as gently as possible, but even her smoothest side was like a cat's tongue. When he grew old enough, Mira tried to teach him the ways of her school of martial arts. She had been the last member of the school, and had dedicated her life to rebuilding it from the ground up. Kazuo's body was able to learn the physicality of the art well, but he lacked his mother's talent to utilize ki, only able to boost his strength with it.\n\nKazuo's father, Ukon was a wandering samurai, a Ronin. His skills with the quickdraw technique allowed him to cut down all but the hardiest of men with a single motion of his blade. Brash, perpetually battle-hungry and a bit dull-witted, Ukon did not even know he had a son until Kazuo was 15. As a kind of apology/gift for reaching manhood, Ukon bequeathed upon Kazuo his spare katana, but left without teaching him how to use it. Mira knew the basics of swordsmanship, so seeing her son's attachment to the weapon taught him what little she knew, leaving the rest to him.\n\nUpon reaching his 18th birthday, Mira grew tired of trying to teach him to properly use his ki, and remembered how she had grown when she traveled the countryside. So she kicked him out and, \"Come back when you're a successor I can be proud of.\" Since then, Kazuo has traveled the lands trying to become strong enough for his mother to accept him."
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"value": "Vaeri woke up early and prepped the wagon and horses for the journey. Everything seemed alright, and although the jasmine spell was odd and somewhat obtrusive, it was rather simple to ignore. Jasmine was never a scent that really stuck in the nose like rosemary, rotten egg or skunk. Now that she thought about it, yesterday had been the first time a day passed out without something cataclysmic occurring. Maybe this pattern could continue. It was a faint hope, but at least it was a hope that wasn't unfounded. After helping with preparations, she spent a good half hour in prayer as she waited for Lob to return and lead the way.\n\nFor breakfast, the cleric ate a humble meal of some of the rations she had in her bag while she observed the town idly. It did not really bother her that the townspeople were avoiding them. She just adjusted the hood of her cloak and kept her gaze down. The snout of a black stallion entered her field of view, she turned her head to see the horse of one of the new travelers, his name was Trombe if she remembered well enough. On his back was his owner, the swordsman, Kazuo. Cautiously, she pet the horse's head a few times before he walked off, apparently satisfied.\n\nKazuo did not wake up until the group had been traveling for a couple of hours. An annoyed Trombe did most of the legwork of keeping up. Kazuo could tell because his entire body felt like crap. It took him a good minute to wake up and observe his surroundings. There was a green guy crawling around sniffing the ground in front of the group.\n\nKazuo rode up to the man in armor and leaned up close to him.\n\n\"What's with the green guy?\" he whispered at a volume he was sure the elf chick wouldn't hear. Growing up around a half-elf got him pretty familiar with the enhanced senses of the Fair People."
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"value": "Fiona felt better after sleeping, though it wasn't the most comfortable in the back of the wagon. She'd slept on worse, though, and while she didn't feel fully restored, she felt functional again, and that was enough. She ate lightly as well, once it was apparent that this village wasn't interested in providing them with anything. She helped prepare the wagon with Vaeri, and made her sure her horse was fed and watered for the day's ride. After that, it was a matter of simply accompanying the group, and remaining silent.\n\nZoe did so on the edges, often changing positions, her eyes bright and awake. She was energetic seemingly by nature, though it was unclear just how much sleep she'd gotten the night before. She giggled a bit to herself as she watched Lob enthusiastically smash his weapon against a tree."
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"value": "Derrix chewed on the inside of his cheek as the moon rose high, he blunk, and as his eyes opened, he was greeted wit the flush pink of dawn. It almost felt like he had slept, almost. Or at least he thought so, he wasn't too sure what sleeping felt like anymore, but he remembered it being quick like that.\n\n He was sure he was awake though, he could feel the magic coursing through him, perking his skin into goosebumps and riding along the trenches the scars dug into his skin. \n\n Slowly people woke up and slowly he watched them like a sentinel."
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"value": "The group traveled and they traveled, ever following Lob as the scent grew stronger. Jasmine began to mix with the smell of salt in the air as they traveled north and west from the last village. Three days of travel and nothing happened, thankfully for the group. It seemed things were going in their favor but the group grew smaller. Lack of excitement seemed to push others away or perhaps they had something else to do. Shela however kept on, at least for now. They were looking for someone while searching for what they needed for what they needed for the cinder sickness. Evening began to fall when they approached the port city of Trien. Large stone walls surrounded large city and the sounds were loud as people spoke and traded and worked and fought. \n\n \"Let's get something to eat, to drink and settled in,\" Shela suggested as they rolled up to a local tavern in the heart of the city. If Sana was here it was going to a take a while to find her with so many people, so many buildings and they had been on the road for days without a proper place to sleep. Shela was getting tired of pulled splinters out of her rear end from sleeping in the wagon. \n\n \"Any takers?\" she asked as she looked at the remainder of the group."
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"value": "Lob was worried, three days of tracking jasmine and... that was all. No other horses, no other campfires, no other people to blend the scent. He had never tracked a smell like this for so long without it breaking or mingling with others. Time distance and weather didn't even seem to effect the strength of the scent.\n\n\"Alpha smell, magic smell.\"\n\nHe tracked by day, slept by night, over the next three he found himself sleeping closer and closer to the dwarf, using the hedgehog as a pillow more than once after draping his hide armor over her as a blanket then curling up beside her. He still kept the glowing crystal in his loincloth with whatever bits of food he was foraging for the others. \n\nPart of him worried how many cubs were dying because of this search for the alpha, three days with no other parts for the sickness. Not even a gnoll bandit, a scent he knew too well as he rubbed his scarred forehead. Oddly, as the scent of salt passed his nose, he started getting an idea as he pulled out the paper of ingredients. He held up the apothecary notes with two of five scratched out. This was a big place with a lot of traders, surely someone had to have what they needed.\n\n\"Let's get something to eat, to drink and settled in. Any takers?\"\n\n\"Food, yes. Bed, yes. Buy parts?\""
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"value": "Vaeri rode out the three days of travel mostly in silence. Sure, it was worrying that nobody else turned up and Lob didn't seem to be very comfortable with the fact that his tracking wasn't turning up any results, either positive or negative even after 3 days, but there wasn't anything she could do but rest her faith in the gods to clear this up. She would pray, but ultimately, her survival skills would not really help out, especially since Lob never really had trouble keeping a good grasp on the scent of Sana.\n\nVaeri took in a breath of sea air, the first she had had in about half a decade. The sea was nice, but not really her thing. It was too large, chaotic and blank for her to have a connection with it like she did the forest. Deserts and Plains may also be similarly expansive and unchanging, but they were not quite as much at the mercy of weather that oceans were. Perhaps she just preferred dry land.\n\n\"Who wouldn't take up the offer of food and rest?\""
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"value": "Age: 19\n\nRace: Lizardman\n\nGender: Male\n\nAppearance:\n\n\nLizard Fighter seems like your typical lizardfolk, huge, muscular, and intimidating. Except instead of browns and greens he's ruby red with a cream colored 'underbelly'. He stands at seven feet tall and has the build of a long time laborer, muscles rippling under that naturally tough hide. Some scars do litter his body, focused mostly in the arms and shins, except an obvious quadruple line running diagonally across his face. Barely missing his eyes.\n\nHis garb is strange for a lizard man of the deep swamps. Fingerless gauntlets that retained the fur underneath and floofed out at the elbows. A thick hide vest with a fishnet shirt underneath with the same fluffy visibles like his hand protection. Strangely made pants of leather and canvas that left open pockets at his upper thighs, probably due to his tail. Digigrade leather wrappings that had connecting iron kneepads. To hold his ensemble up is a coarse leather belt with a pair of leather bags, one at the hip the other at the small of his back for his stuff.\n\nHeight: 7'7\"\nEye Color: Emerald Green\nHair Color: None\n\nPersonality:\nUnlike what Lizard Fighter's gung-ho body looks like, his personality is very laid back. Preferring to lounge and watch others instead of actually doing extra activities with others. Maybe it was because of his reptilian nature, watching and being a lethargic behemoth. Although when he does interact, it's in almost a deadpan manner and incredibly blunt. The reptilian man never sugar-coated what he was saying or thinking. This lack of tact didn't earn him many friends back home.\n\nDespite his supposed laziness, he does get riled up. It's also very easy to do so, a lazy giant with a short fuse isn't very good. This probably ties into his animalistic tendencies, at the hint of aggression or provocation he returns it in force and forcing others to restrain him from going ballistic.\n\nLikes: Warm and Humid Climates, Exotic Foods, Wrestling and Tests of Strength.\nDislikes: Cold Climates, Physical Weakness, Being Provoked.\nHobbies: Trying New Foods, Basking in the Sun, Making Atlas Stones.\n\nHistory:\nLizard Fighter had the typical upbringing of a lizardman. He was raised in the swamps to the South, learning to care for what the village had as soon as he could walk and speak. He quickly developed a deep seated need to take care of everything he earned considering certain things were harder to come by in a swamp than on dry land. Like quality metal, iron bacteria was plentiful but produced little of that hard metal. Although his people never wanted for food since they knew what to look for.\n\nUnfortunately Lizard Fighter wasn't adept at tracking, or hunting, or gathering non-poisonous substances for the younger tribe members. Eating so much poison gave him a big boost in his resistance to it, it tended to taste good dammit...\n\nHe did excel at combat though, each member of the tribe when they reached eight started to learn basic weapon usage. It was here that he took up the lead, wrestling other youths into submission or disarming and knocking them to the ground. His people practiced with clubs, wooden spears, and claws. No metal until they were older so they didn't kill each other by accident.\n\nOf course accidents happen. L.F's rival raked his claws across his twelve year old face, leaving deep cuts that developed into the scars he adorned today. Training and real combat were different however, so he had been sent out years later to experience the world gain the experience needed.\n\nIt was at this point L.F received an old knife and a buckler from his chief before being sent on his way. His people weren't blind to the world though and he had heard about Adventurer's. How often they fought and how far they explored. What better profession could there be for the 'savage of the swamp'. He followed rumors and directions to Palisade town, a place of beginnings for Adventurers or so they said.\n\nAdventuring Rank: Porcelain\n\nEquipment:\n* Studded Club: A hefty piece of wood with a simple leather binding at the tapered 'grip'. In the bulky head of the club are iron rivets to help concentrate the bludgeoning force into smaller areas for higher damage. Or so the shopkeeper said...\n* : A surprisingly huge blade, more like a small beefy sword than a knife, that protects the knuckles of the user with a sharpened guard. It has several cracks along the blade denoting its heavy usage along with a slightly rounded tip.\n* Buckler: The smallest of all of the shields, this is strapped to his forearm to leave his hands free. It's a thin piece of iron, dinged up and slightly rusted, with the typical bubble in the middle to ease impacts.\n* Leather Attire: Adorning the man were basic leather clothing. Albeit thick and much more crude than what humans normally made. Essentially it was hides turned inside out so the fur was inside, except the collar and hem of the vest.\n* Porcelain Adventurer's Tag\n\n\nSkills:\n* Athletic: Living in a swamp has its benefits. You learn how to move through tougher terrain, build strong muscles, and learn how to climb good. Lizard Fighter can perform long leaps, swim easily, climb where others can't, and traverse muddy terrain as if it were a dirt road. Of course the deeper the muck the slower he goes despite being used to it.\n* Toughness: Given his reptilian nature he has a tougher physique thanks to his scaled hide. Also thanks to taking many a blow back in his home while growing up. He can shrug off minor hits and mitigates some of the damage of stronger attacks. Either by changing the angle of how they hit or flexing to lessen the impact.\n* Poison Resistance: Due to living in a swamp the majority of his life he has become highly resistant to poisonous substances. Prolonged exposure will still affect him but it takes longer than the average human."
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"value": "Lizard Fighter kept circling the overgrown sow as she shook her head. Seemingly not caring that he had purposefully flung dirt and sand at its eyes to blind it. Well physically she didn't react, but he could see some sort of insult in its eyes. Stupid boars, to big and smart for their own good some times. He readied himself as she squealed and reared up before the guards voice rang out to use something. A flick of his eyes and he saw the burning branch, which got that long tail to scoop it up before it dropped into his free hand.\n\nWild animals weren't keen with fire. It was the brightness and the heat that scared them, nevermind the pain of getting toasted. But it was day time, so no brightness. Holding the burning branch out he kept it between himself and the female boar. A twitch and he shifted it so the flames roared a bit and sent a wave of heat at the enlarged porkchop. Another voice range out as he leaped to the side, avoiding the boars charge at the last second, assuming the fire hadn't made it change direction. The druid had freed the piglet that had caused this whole damn mess.\n\nSlowly he began to back away, keeping his blade up at the ready and the rather large torch between himself and the pigs. \"A winged spear would be too circumstantial to keep around, but it would have been handy here. Maybe next time just silence the young?\" He called out, some grumpiness lacing his tone while he kept those vigilant eyes on his opponent. Making sure she wouldn't charge again."
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"value": "The bigger male boar continued his mad dash towards the tree, up until the point that he could nom longer feel the clamp-like sensation across his back. Skidding to a halt and turning about, snorting loudly and grunting like a ... Well, pig! The enlarged slab of ham watched as the unwanted rider now scrambled away from him, apparently terrified of his overwhelming might. Not that the boar thought this, of course, he was a boar after all. Still, seeing his assailant flee gave the large critter a boost of confidence, and a taaste for revenge... Scraping the ground with a hoof, he lowered his head to prepare for a chase...\n\nBut was suddently interupted, as a much lighter, shriller squeal caught his ears and caused his head to perk back up.\n\nOver by the lizardman, the mama piggy was busy grnting and stomping her hooves as well, furious at the overgrown reptile for avoiding her charges. Narrowing her eyes, she almost seemed to try and anticipate where the large, red, gore-covered pile of stink would move next, but she was also wary of the new, smoking stick he held in one hand... The fire from the torch was enough to make the sow cautuious, though not enough to frighten or intimidate her. With another grunt, snort and hoof-stomp, she too lowered her head in preperation for another mad dash! ... But stopped in her tracks as soon as the squeal of her young was heard.\n\nBoth parents, in a fit of parental love - or instinctual desire to preserve their species - rushed to the side of the tiny, tumbling piglet. The mother brushed against its side and began leading the tiny morsel away, quickly heading for the bushes from which the parents had sprung frombefore. The male stayed behind, covering the sow and his child as they escped, slowly backing off, bit by bit... Until he too, with a loud grunt, turned and dove into the underbrush, scurrying away amongst leaves and foliage with clopping, thudding steps. The crisis, for now, was averted.\n\nThe druid let out a long-held breath of relief, using her sstaff which she had picked up earlier, as a means to steady herself and lean on. She wasn't sure that the boars would back off or give up the fight when their piglet returned, at least not both of them - but things had turned out for the best this time. She also didn't notice either of her companions suffering any major injuries during this scuffle, which waas even better! Calming down a bit, she walked briskly up to the lizard first, looking him over from top to bottom, from claw to tail-tip, from front to back.\n\n\"You're not hurt anywhere, are you? It didn't look like the mother managed to land any hits with he tusks, but... I was standing a ways away,a nd I didn't see your entire fight with her.\" She asked and stated at the same time. Turning her head towards where their fierce, boar-riding friend was, she raised a hand and waved, putting on a happy face as she called out. \"Hey! They left! Come over here! Are you hurt anywhere?\" She yelled - but in a friendly and warm manner.\n\nThe guard, who had been keeping his distance from the whole mess, finally came sauntering over - chin held high and looking surprisingly energetic, at least when compared to when they first met the lout. His step and posture were rather arrogant though, as if he had beaten off the boars himself and contributed no small effort to the battle.\n\n\"Well, I guess even porcelains can do it if there's enough of 'em!\" He said, condescendingly friendly. \"This'll give you lot something to yap about and brag to your other adventurers about tonight, huh? Hah! I might even tell the boys back at the garrison about this!\" The man puffed out his chest and looked unwarrantedly chipper. \"Still though, you didn't kill 'em, and the quest was for cleaning the ditches, not chasing off boars. Don't be thinking you'll earn any extra from this, alright?\" He wagged his finger annoyingly.\n\nWith that said, the guard turned to look at the bushes where the boars had run off into. After which, he turned his head towards the sun, which had sunk a fair bit in the sky, though was not yet at the horizon. There were still hours left in te day, and hours left to clean the ditches. Once the trio had gathered themselves, rested and talked amongst their own, the guard wouold make sure to remind them to get back to work. He was such a helpful fellow after all."
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"value": "Been far too long guys, hope I can kinda jump in here.\nAge: 14\nHometown: Lumiose City (Kalos)\nAppearance (pic preferred): \nStarter: Squirtle (Now a Blastoise)\nBio: Chuck lived with his parents at their Day Care, helping them take care of various different Pokémon owned by trainers from all over the world. This helped him become knowledgeable about Pokémon, which made it easier for him to get his trainer's license. He decided to go to Kanto, since he used to hang around the Professor's lab and got along with the Kanto Starters he kept there. His goal is to capture and train many different Pokémon, and make lots of friends. However, during his original journey, he got a call from his mother that his father was terribly injured trying to defend the daycare from some evil team known as Team Flare, so he had to return home and help out at the daycare while his father recovered, and helped defend it with Zeni and his other Pokemon, evolving into a Blastoise in the process. Even after his father fully recovered, Chuck decided to stay behind and continue to help with the daycare, and take care of the Pokémon he caught in his journey, until one day he decided to give it another try, and go back to Kanto. He took Zeni and a few of his other Pokémon with him, and kept going from where he left off, ending up at Cinnibar Island, finishing the battle as his old friends finished their contest.\n\nAnd here is the list of Pokémon he has with him.\n\nParty:\nBlastoise - Zenni (M)\nGolem - Titan (M)\nClefable - Nissa (F)\nAlakazam - Azriel (M)\nDodrio - Tri (F)\nJolteon - Tesla (F)"
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"value": "Chuck was up next, facing off against Virgil. They shook hands and went to either side. Chuck started off with Azriel the Alakazam, while Virgil sent out Espeon.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\n?-2-?\n?-3-?\n?-4-?\n?-5-?\n?-6-?\n\nVirgil started off by calling out \"Psybeam!\" The Espeon's jewel glowed as it let out a beam of psychic energy. Chuck said \"Azriel, deflect it with your own Psybeam, and counter with Shadow Ball!\" The Alakazam held up both it's spoons, one letting out a similar beam of psychic energy, which collided with Espeon's and held it back, while the other released a ball of ghostly energy, hitting Espeon square in the chest and knocking it back. \"Another one!\" Chuck said, and Azriel sent out one more, hitting the downed Espeon, blasting it into a wall behind Virgil. Virgil recalled Espeon and sent out his Umbreon next.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\n?-2-Umbreon\n?-3-?\n?-4-?\n?-5-?\n?-6-?\n\n\"Umbreon, use Dark Pulse!\" Virgil said. Before Chuck and Azriel could react, Umbreon fired off a blast of dark energy, hitting the Alakazam, and sending it crashing into the wall behind Chuck, knocking it out. Chuck returned him and thanked him for his hard work, then sent out his Clefable, Nissa.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\n?-3-?\n?-4-?\n?-5-?\n?-6-?\n\n\"Nissa, Moonblast!\" Chuck said, right away, and the Clefable threw a ball filled with moonlight energy at Umbreon, hitting him and knocking him back. \"Umbreon, use Iron Tail!\" Virgil said, and Umbreon charged at Nissa, his tail turning to steel and whacking her, knocking her back as well. However, hearts suddenly appeared in Umbreon's eyes, as he became infatuated with her, due to the Clefable's ability, Cute Charm. Chuck and Nissa smirked as he said \"Fire off another Moonblast and finish it off!\" Nissa nodded and sent anoher ball of moonlight energy at the infatuated Umbreon knocking it out. Virgil recalled him and sent out Flareon next.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\n?-3-Flareon\n?-4-?\n?-5-?\n?-6-?\n\n\"Flareon, Smog into Iron Tail!\" Virgil said, as the Flareon let out a poisonous cloud from his mouth, blocking the Clefable's vision, and also damaging her. Flareon's tail then turned to steel as he jumped into the Smog, and hit Clefable from behind, knocking her out of the gas, and also out in general. Chuck returned her, thanking her, and sent out Zenni, his Blastoise.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\nBlastoise-3-Flareon\n?-4-?\n?-5-?\n?-6-?\n\n\"Zenni, use Water Spout!\" Chuck said. The Blastoise fired off a torrent of water from his cannons, dealing maximum damage, since Blastoise was at full health. The Flareon couldn't react in time and got hit with the full force, sending it flying. While it was helpless in the air, Chuck said \"Aura Sphere!\" Blastoise aimed it's cannons, and blue energy orbs appeared in front of the cannons, launching out at the Flareon, and it came crashing down, out cold. Virgil returned him and sent out Leafeon.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\nBlastoise-3-Flareon\n?-4-Leafeon\n?-5-?\n?-6-?\n\n\"Leafeon, Sunny Day!\" Virgil said. Chuck hit his Keystone and said \"Zenni, Gyro Ball!\" His Blastoise Mega Evolved into Mega Blastoise, and curled into his shell, shooting straight for Leafeon, as the sun started shining brightly in the arena. Zenni scored a hit, knocking back Leafeon. \"Leafeon, Solarbeam!\" Virgil said. \"Zenni, Ice Beam!\" Chuck said. The Mega Blastoise fired off a beam of ice, however the Leafeon's ability, Chlorophyll, had kicked in and it vanished from sight, appearing directly behind Zenni and unleashing the full power of the sun's rays in one attack, point blank. When the dust settled, the Blastoise had reverted to normal, knocked out. Chuck returned him and thanked him, before sending out Tri the Dodrio.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\nBlastoise-3-Flareon\nDodrio-4-Leafeon\n?-5-?\n?-6-?\n\n\"Tri, Drill Peck into Brave Bird!\" Chuck said. The Dodrio ran at Leafeon, her heads spinning like a drill as she rammed into him, then jumped back and dashed in once more, speeding up faster and coated in a blue energy, crashing right into Leafeon, sending it flying and damaging Tri a bit as well. \"Finish it off with Hyper Beam!\" Chuck said, and all three heads fired off a massive blast of energy, which hit the Leafeon in midair. When Leafeon landed, it was out and Virgil returned him, sending out Jolteon in it's place.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\nBlastoise-3-Flareon\nDodrio-4-Leafeon\n?-5-Jolteon\n?-6-?\n\n\"Jolteon, Rain Dance into Thunder!\" Chuck could only stand there and watch, as Tri stood motionless, recovering from the Hyper Beam, and Jolteon danced around, turning the extreme sun into a torrent of rain, then firing off a massive blast of electricity When the dust cleared, Tri could be seen falling down, and smoking. Chuck returned her, thanking her, and sending out Titan the Golem.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\nBlastoise-3-Flareon\nDodrio-4-Leafeon\nGolem-5-Jolteon\n?-6-?\n\n\"Titan, Earthquake into Rollout!\" Chuck said. The Golem curled into a ball and slammed into the ground, causing an earthquake, dealing damage to Jolteon, and giving it unstable footing, as he then rushed in, rolling and knocking Jolteon into the air. As it came back down, Titan turned and hit it again, knocking it down and out. Virgil returned him and sent out Vaporeon, his last Pokémon.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\nBlastoise-3-Flareon\nDodrio-4-Leafeon\nGolem-5-Jolteon\n?-6-Vaporeon\n\nTitan spun around and headed straight for Vaporeon, picking up speed, however Virgil had planned for this and said \"Vaporeon, Surf!\" As the Golem headed straight for it, Vaporeon summoned a giant tsunami, hitting the Golem with enough force that it was knocked back, crashing into the wall behind Chuck, knocked out. Chuck returned him and thanked him, then sent out his last Pokémon, Jolteon.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\nBlastoise-3-Flareon\nDodrio-4-Leafeon\nGolem-5-Jolteon\nJolteon-6-Vaporeon\n\nChuck breathed deeply and smirked. \"I'm sorry Virgil, but you're done for now. You have no hope of winning. Jolteon, use Thunder!\" Jolteon smirked as well and unleashed a massive blast of electricity. As it was still raining, and Vaporeon was not only a Water type, but also standing in a puddle of water left behind by the Surf it just used, the blast hit it's mark, and dealt an massive amount of damage, knocking it out in one hit and giving Chuck the win.\n\nChuckvsVirgil\nAlakazam-1-Espeon\nClefable-2-Umbreon\nBlastoise-3-Flareon\nDodrio-4-Leafeon\nGolem-5-Jolteon\nJolteon-6-Vaporeon\n\n\"And with that, we have our last Semi-finalist, Chuck North of Lumiose City!\" the announcer said, as Chuck recalled Jolteon and shook Virgil's hand, after he recalled Vaporeon. \"You've got a good Jolteon, Chuck.\" Virgil said, before going off. Chuck thanked him and went off to heal his Pokémon, returning to see who he would face off with next."
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"value": "\"Eilis, all my life I have had a simple reason to live. I felt that I needed a reason to be alive. I felt that by being useful my life was not a waste. However, I did not know that I actually needed someone to live that life with. I am glad you are still here and that I got to meet you. This world would have lost too much with you gone.\" He squeezed her hand. \n\n\"Oh I don't know about that...The world was fine before I was born and I have no doubt it will continue just fine without me.\" Eilis said rather self-deprecatingly. She looked down at his hand as he squeezed hers. Her smile returning at the gentle and kind gesture. This man had the strange capacity of making her feel good about herself.\nMaybe it was the fact that he was frankly one of the few who was consistent in his regard for her and treated her with actual decency and kindness. \nIf there were hidden motives behind his actions, they weren't malign. So she further silences that ever doubting voice inside her head.\n\n\"I will be by your side as I have already promised. It will be my honor to be your shield. Not as a disposable item but as a reason for my existence. I ask that you allow me this. I ask that you live this life with me?\"\nHe held his breath awaiting her response. \n\nEilis listened to his words, his voice and his reponse. Whether it was the slight choked sound to indicate his carefulness or uncertainty in how to respond or the fact that he had held his breath at the end of it, made Eilis worry she had upset Arn somehow.\nShe raised her hand and placed it over his chest.\n\"Breathe Arn.\" She requested before she took his hand in hers again, a thing she had done earlier but this time she placed it over her heart. \n\"I'd rather not have you refering to yourself as a shield, so how about this? Bow and Arrow, if you must use a weaponry analogy.\" She spoke teasingly, as she looked up at him with a glint of misschief in her eyes, the corners of her lips slightly upturned.\n\"For one is not complete without the other, depends on the other and if I may ask so selfishly cannot find its way without the other guiding it. And your light is guiding me through a dark maze I could not manage to overcome on my own.\" She cast her eyes down again.\n\"I still doubt whether or not I am doing you wrong by tainting you with association, but I can't do this on my own...\" She frowned. \n\"All I wanted was a quiet simple life, it seems Fate has decided differently, but thankfully it allowed me to meet you.\" She stated looking at him again with a look of hope. \"I want to stay with you. I feel safe with you. I trust you....gods I sound like a child.\" She chastized herself before wondering something. \nDid he see her as one? A helpless child in need of protection? Not that she could blame him, she hadn't exactly offered him anything remotely resembling a woman's ettiquete in being proper and demure. She had been as inconsistent as the weather, Arn probably thought she was unpredictable.\nAnd she was hardly a prize, tattoed from head to toe, some plain refugee with a bunch of mad Tahjai after her. She was more trouble than she was worth and that was her own evaluation. She wondered what Arn saw in her that made him so invested.\nNo, she knew, she had felt it too. Their connection. His innerflame, the light of his soul touching hers, warming her.\n\"Forgive me, but I can't seem to let you go.\" She whispered before she leaned forward and closed her eyes placing a gentle kiss on his forehead."
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"value": "Arn shook his head slightly at her self deprecation. How could she believe that? How could she not see how important she was? There was literally a group of high powered individuals who were looking for her. This may not be a very amiable point but it was logical. Also, his world had been turned upside down due to her. Had it not been for her, his life would continue to in the same straight and clear path that he was on. \n\nDespite him being a collected and always composed person, the turmoil and uncertainty that she had brought in just the mere moments of knowing her stirred some deep need in him that he did not know he had. The mystery of her, her life, and the future was very appealing to the master mage. \n\nHis logical mind posed many questions and he wanted to follow each one but at this moment, he wanted to give her his full attention. Even this inner reflections, which he was used to doing all his life, seemed somehow in appropriate with her being next to her. \n\n\"Breathe Arn.\" \n\nHe smiled and he took a deep breath. His lungs filled with the air in the room and with something else. A slight hint of something else. Was it Her? He chasticed himself for the thought. It was not clear wetehr the feeling that she had arose in him were romantic. But he did feel drawn to her, connected to her, and he very much felt that not being with her would somehow be a great loss. \n\nYet, despite even the interactions which have brought them close and even opened doors into his soul that had been stuck shut, he still felt like a creep imagining that the sweet scent was somehow related to her. \n\nTo deviate his mental train from the current track which would only bring red flush to his face and quicken his heart, the battlemage decided to analyze the analogy she had presented. \n\n\"Bow and arrow?\" He spoke the question softly more to himself. He was sure he had heard the words before but as the current world's technology had more efficient and deadly munitions or projectiles, they had not been used in actual battle for millennia. \n\nHis quick mind searched through the archives of his mind for the reference in an over eager way to compensate for his previous thoughts. Immediately, his mind raced through references of military weapons. Putting all pieces together he understood what she meant. Alone, both were not very efficient. However, together they could be quite deadly. These were simple instruments and Arn liked nothing if not simplicity. \n\nHe smiled down at her and chuckled, this time more easily, at her mischievous glint on those eyes of hers. He could see his reflection in them and wondered if she would feel just at ease once her Dark Sight had passed. The master mage was not a vain person or even cared about looks but he felt that perhaps she may have an image in her mind that would dissipate once she actually beheld him. \n\nHe sighed in understanding. His own life was not something that he would gleefuly wish on somebody else. There had been many times in his young life when he wished him and his mother could live in a small house, she would wake up and make him breakfast and he would run along with his friends to some imaginary school. \n\nHe wondered if strife and challenges was all that people born with an affinity to magic could hope for. Here was a lovely young lady that had seen more pain that some soldiers and only those who had gone through similar circumstances could understand. \n\nWhat he could not understand was the sudden concern in her face. Arn was glad she felt him trustworthy and safe. Was she perhaps doubting her own conclusions? What else could he do to reassure her. He wondered if he had said something wrong or something to bring up doubts in her. His own face morphed into one of concern.\n\n\"Forgive me, but I can't seem to let you go.\" She whispered before she leaned forward and closed her eyes placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.\n\nThe place where her lips touched his skin was the epicenter of a warm wave that spread outward to his whole body. He smiled at that. A warmth that was obvious radiated from his body. He felt a joy in hearing that. Eilis seemed to enjoy his company and not because of his destructive and weaponized potential. In fact he had done nothing more than be a human heating pad. Some part of his mind wondered at this phenomenon. \n\nNormally it took concentration and tapping into the Aether to produce these thermal changes. Instead, the connection with her seemed to naturally cause a reaction that surpassed understanding. That analytical side of his brain wanted to study, to question, and to test. He wondered if their connection could work both ways and he could provoke changes in her. \n\nHis other side wanted to just stay still in the moment between them for eons. This side of his brain saw their connection as inevitable. Arn was not very familiar with this side. It made illogical and outlandish arguments. Yet, despite their definitive fallacy, the mage could not say they were wrong. \n\nIn the fraction of a second that the battle for control and command raged in his mind a truce was finally called and was embodies by a simple \n\n\"Nor I want to let you go either.\""
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"value": "\"Why hello ladies. You need some help paying for those drinks?\"\nSpecies:Human/Mandalorian\nAge: 25\nAppearance: Ruggedly handsome with a five o'clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and sweeping brown hair. He stands at 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 68kg. He typically wears tan pants, dark brown boots a dark red shirt and a lighter red jacket over it. He also wears his Mandalorian armor for when he knows there's going to be a fight.\n\nFaction: None/Freelance\n\nEquipment:\n* Beskar'gam: While many Mandalorians wear the armor of those that came before, part of Elias's proving of himself was to forge a suit of beskar'gam for himself, something that was neither quick nor easy. Having been forged from scratch, the armor takes on some of Elias's personal preferences and is much more rounded than traditional Mandalorian armor. It's helmet is outfitted with a full 360 degree viewing camera as well as infrared and magnetic sight modes and a built in long-range communications device. The left arm bears a wrist launcher and wrist mounted flamethrower.\n* JT-12 Jetpack-A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which Elias only uses in emergencies, as he's typically paid to get the shipment to a location in one piece.\n* Wrist Mounted Weapons-Elias packs a single wrist launcher on his left wrist, which is armed with a rocket launcher, flame thrower, and dart launcher. He only uses knockout darts.\n* Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols-Elias always carries his twin Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols, no matter what he's wearing. They're heavily customized to allow for a quick draw and decent penetration, along with uncanny accuracy for dual wielding.\n* Vibrosword-Elias picked up how to fight with a vibrosword long before Clan Ordo adopted him and it's his weapon of choice for close quarters combat, especially when faced with a lightsaber. It's core is black when activated.\n* Various Equipment-On top of his stable pieces of gear, Elias carries a variety of other odds and ends in pouches on his belt, ranging from spare power packs, of which there are about twenty, to a couple of fragmentation grenades and cryoban grenades.\n* XS Light Freighter-While this particular model of ship, which is called the Nightengale Eclipse, is considered highly outdated, the previous owner, a Kel-Dor who lived far longer than he should have, kept it in tip-top shape and upgraded it as needed, making it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Elias has kept it in top condition as well and it even has room for extra crew should he ever want it.\n\n\n\nSkills:\nBetween being on the hyperspace lanes from a young age and being adopted into Clan Ordo of the Mandalorians, Elias has picked up a wealth of skills:\n* Mandalorian Training: Since joining Clan Ordo, Elias has learned numerous forms of both hand-to-hand combat and ranged combat, along with advanced training in sword combat. He was no slouch before, but now he's a lethal weapon, armed or not.\n* Charismatic: Due to the nature of his original and current profession, Elias has learned how to speak with such a silver tongue, the people listening sometimes wonder if THEY'RE the ones lying or mistaken. It's also helped pick up beautiful women and relieve the rich ones of their credits. All the same, this man can talk himself into and out of trouble in the same breath.\n* Ace Pilot: Having been in space for so long, flying a ship is something this smuggler can do with their eyes closed. He's survived firefights with Imperial Star Destroyers and outmaneuvered entire squadrons of TIE fighters.\n* Quick Reflexes: Being a smuggler, sometimes negotiations go wrong. When this happens, it pays to be able to pull your own blaster faster than the other party and be able to find cover in a short time. Elias has mastered this to the point where he could probably do it in his sleep (not really but exaggeration is a smuggler's tool).\n* Luguist: Due to the nature of smuggling, he speaks and understands a number of different languages, but is still learning how to speak Mandalorian, so he's not the most fluent at it.\n* Swordsman: Elias was taught by the old Kel-Dor to fight well with a sword, just so that he wouldn't be helpless if someone kept him from drawing his blasters. He actually enjoys it, unlike most other smugglers.\n\n\n\nWeaknesses:\n* Overconfident: Due to a number of things, namely how successful he's been as a smuggler, Elias is overconfident and approaches every situation like he's already won.\n* Anti-Slavery: Elias might be a smuggler, but even in Hutt Space, you find people with morals and this smuggler can't stand slavery. As a result, there are a few less than satisfied customers who've put bounties on his head for the loss of Sentient Cargo.\n* Core World Accent: Despite spending years in the Mid-Rim, Outer Rim and Hutt Space, when Elias talks, it's not hard to know where he's from thanks to his accent.\n* Distrusting: Having been a smuggler since he was young, his capability to trust anyone who he doesn't know well is basically non-existent. The numerous double crosses he's had to deal with growing up hasn't helped any to fix this either.\n\n\n\nHistory:\nElias Joranis is the son of two no-name industrial workers on the planet of Coruscant, the famous \"center of the galaxy\". What the people who advertise Coruscant as this wonderful place don't tell everyone else is that if you live anywhere but near the top levels, life is hell. His parents worked long hours to and earned crap for money while their son was forced to live as a pickpocket and con artist to pick up the slack. However, he found that swindling the rich to provide for his family was not only fun, but it felt right. All the same, at age six, he felt a strange urge to find something more to do with his life, but his parents had no desire to help, content with where they were, a sentiment he could never agree with. And so he began to search for a way off Coruscant and into the wider galaxy.\n\nHe managed to achieve this dream at age eight with the help of a smuggler, a Kel-Dor named Zorn Horu,where he learned all the tricks of the trade, and learned how to understand Wookies, Jawas, argue with astromech droids who thought they knew better, and numerous other languages so he wouldn't have to rely on a protocol droid for translation. By the time he was 16, Zorn had all but given ownership of the old XS Light Freighter, dubbed the Nightengale Eclipse, and helped the young man hone his natural skill for blaster pistols and piloting into things that would help him survive. However, about a month after his seventeenth birthday, an unhappy client put a bounty on Zorn's head that a Drunk Dug came to collect on, claiming to need the credit payout to feed his Gambling Problem. The Dug had brought some hired help and though the pair escaped, it was without harm to them. Zorn had taken a shot to the gut and with his last words, passed on ownership of the Freighter to Elias.\n\nThe young man, heartbroken, buried the Kel-Dor on his homeworld before hitting the hyperspace lanes again, and for two years, buried his grief in jobs of all kinds, any drink he could afford, and every human and Twi'lek woman he could get his hands on. Before Zorn's death, Elias had been sending chunks of his share of pay to his parents to help them improve their living conditions, though he had a hard time talking to them as they were still content on Coruscant, though they did have better jobs that were less likely to kill them now. But during that two year stint of grief over the loss of a man who had been more of a father to Elias than his blood father, he didn't sent as much and they almost lost their home because of it. The young smuggler managed to snap back to reality shortly after his nineteenth birthday and three weeks later, met Eldor Ordo, a member of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo. He spent time speaking with the man at length, learning more about the Mandalorians and, after some internal debate a couple of drinks, he asked to join the clan. Eldor took him to the Clan Leader and spent the next six months preparing to join. He succeeded and has been a member of Clan Ordo since, proudly displaying the clan emblem on the shoulder of his jacket and the chest, shoulder, and vambraces of his armor.\n\nDuring the course of the Galactic Civil War, Elias found he did plenty of work for all involved parties, though the Rebels often paid the best as they were more in need of his unique services than the Empire. The Hutts paid well as well, but the cargo was often much more unscrupulous and require more careful planning. With the end of the war came new opportunities, and while the New Republic certainly had a bright outlook for the future, a better understanding of the galaxy at large had Elias remaining freelance and picking up more work for various clients in Hutt space, despite the Hutt Civil War and the shift in leadership within the Council.\n\n\n\n---"
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"value": "Elias Joranis|Did Someone Say FUBAR?\n\nElias grunted as a bolt struck his armor, ricocheting off of it into a nearby crate as Sirka said to run to her. Glancing around his cover, firing three shots at the pirates ahead, and noting that the giant lizard was already closer to them than he was. \"Yeah, no, you come to me.\" If she were to turn around, she'd have spotted his twin blaster pistols making pirates and others dive for cover, because if a bolt found it's mark, they didn't get back up. When the flashbang went off, Elias fired off another rocket into the area, not aiming for kills so much as effect as it detonated and added more bang to the grenade's.\n\nThe giant lizard then moved to Elias's location and the pair made a break for it, vanishing into an alleyway with blaster fire peppering the area around them. Once he was sure they were out of sight, he began to lead them towards Docking Bay c-12. \"Just gotta pick up what Koren sent me here for, and then we can argue about why your sister is on Circumtore with me. Now's not a great time.\""
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"value": "Circumtore\n\nBetween Sirka's powerful legs and Elias' jetpack, the pair were able to put quite a bit of distance between them and the remaining pirates rather quickly, particularly with the pirates having been stunned by the flash grenade. They weaved between crates to keep the line-of-sight broken, then tried to keep their path unpredictable once they were in the city. Sirka was absolutely not someone who could hide in a crowd, so their only option to get away from the fight was to simply keep distance from the pirates. Hopefully, with all of the confusion that had been stirred up at the warehouse, the pirates would not be effectively following. \n\nEventually, Sirka and Elias were able to holster their weapons and continue to walk somewhat less conspicuously towards the docking bay. Predictably, Sirka was none too happy about much of what Elias had to say to her. There was a low, rumbling growl from her throat while she stared him down with her black eyes. \"I'll argue whenever, and wherever I damn well please.\" She asserted, though despite her words, she did not immediately begin to shout at him. \"I just want to get my sister back home, but for reasons I can't comprehend, she was adamant that I stick my neck out for you. She insists that it would impress Koren for me to help his interests here, so against my better judgement, I'm going to get you and that package back to your ship. Even if I have to drag both of you there myself. Then, we can have a nice, looong chat, just you and me.\" As she finished speaking, Sirka reached out and placed her oversized hand on Elias' shoulder. She did not squeeze tightly enough to harm him, but at the same time, she kept her grip firm enough that he would absolutely not be able to remove her hand on his own."
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"value": "Quinn Peterson\n\nCharacter Quote: How fascinating is it to look at what has been and see what could be?\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nCharacter Summary\nAliases: Quinny\nAge: 26\nBirthday: May 3\nEthnicity: British\nBirth Place: Birmingham, England\nPlace of Residency: New York City\nGender: Female\nEducation: College, Majored in Anthropology and Criminal Justice \nOccupation: Forensic Anthropologist\nLanguages: English (Fluent) and French (Fluent)\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nAppearance\nHeight: 5'9''\nWeight: 125 lbs\nBody Type: Slim with slight curves\nEye Color: Light Brown\nHair Color: Red\nSkin Tone: Pale White\nTattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along left wrist up towards arm, tattoo of brother's name on right hip\nPersonal Style: Quinn isn't picky about her clothes, but she prefers clothes that make her feel comfortable, otherwise what would be the point in wearing it? To that end, she will typically wear jeans and a sweater more often than not, but she will branch out with a dress, or blouse, or skirt if she is in the mood. For her job, she wears a lab coat and often dresses professionally. She will wear boots or sneakers mainly, but owns some heels if the event calls for fancy attire.\n\nQuinn tends to go for darker tones in reds, oranges, purples, blues, and grays (her favorite color is scarlet). She wears her hair down unless on the job where she wears it in a nice bun. Jewelry is limited in her profession, but she wears a necklace given to her by her brother, a silver chain with a heart. Make-up is neutral in tone, but she wears color on her lip, usually red or pink. Her nails are never colored, but she will occasionally splurge for a french manicure.\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nPsychology\nHumble * Suspicious * Intelligent * Impulsive * Kind * Repentant\n\nSexuality: Heterosexual\nRelationship Status: Single \nPersonality: Quinn has often been called the brainy one, especially when compared to her twin Quinton. Where Quinn was smart, Quinton was adventerous. Quinn prides herself in her intellect, finding new ways to question and learn. Despite this, she is humble in her opinion of herself. She beleives her accomplishments are due to hard work and hard work alone. Quinn can be impuslive most times, leaping before she thinks and often landing hard in return.\n\nAfter losing her brother, Quinn has become suspicious of most other people. She isn't without friends and acquaintances, but she doesn't allow others to get too close to her less she be hurt again unless they can show they mean it. Quinn feels responsible for her brother's death and is repentant on most things, even when they are truly not her fault. Quinn is very kind, often putting others before herself, especially in the workplace where she feels the most when she is able to help piece together the after effects of someone.\nHabits:* Chews on the ends of her pens\n\n\nHobbies:* Writing\n* Jogging\n* Dance\n\n\nFears:\n* Seeing her father again\n* Drowning\n* Snakes\n\n\nLikes:\n* Riddles\n* Strawberry Shortcake\n* Scarlet\n* Dogs (of any kind)\n* Taking Walks\n* A good book\n\n\nDislikes:\n* Being looked down upon due to her gender\n* Politics\n* Traffic\n* Seafood\n* Bullies\n* Unfair treatment of children\n\n\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nSkills\nGeneral Skills:\n* Computers\n* Anthropology\n* City Knowledge - New York City\n* Writing\n* Criminology\n* Biology\n\n\nCombat Skills:\n* Athletics\n* Self-Defense\n* Stamina\n* Strategy\n\n\nWhat Do They Carry On Them:\n* Clothing - Scarlet Sweater Dress, Black Jeans, Black Ankle Boots\n* Purse - I.D., Passport, $50 (American), 2 Credit Cards, Various Rewards Cards, Pepper Spray\n* Silver Heart Necklace\n* ID For Job\n* Apartment Keys\n* Cell Phone\n\n\nPossessions at Home:\n* Personal Laptop\n* TV\n* Pictures From Home\n* New York Subway Map\n* Files From Work\n* Chess Set\n* Various Books (Fiction, Science, Psychology, Criminal Justice, True Crime, etc.)\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nHistory\n\nBiography: Quinn and Quinton were twins and as close one could be with their sibling. They were very close growing up, but that may have had more to do with their home life than anything else. It's hard to say where their father's anger came up. Quinn believes to this day that he was angry at them for killing their mother in childbirth, leaving him to raise two kids almost alone. Despite him having his own parents to help babysit while he worked two jobs, he was still angry. He would lash out at them, abuse and neglect was a common occurrence.\n\nThings didn't escalate until the two of them were 14 years old. Quinton had been growing tired of being harassed by his own father and he was getting sick of Quinn being hurt as well. So he stood up to their father and fought back. No one could have predicted that their father would lash out like he did when he threatened Quinn's life. Quinton had enough and fought their father, despite Quinn's pleas. It all came to a head when their father pushed Quinton off the balcony in a fit of rage. Quinton did not survive. In her grief, Quinn threatened her father and called the authorities. Their father was arrested and she lived with her grandparents.\n\nQuinn threw herself into her studies as it allowed her to not think about her brother. She continued through college. As much as she loved England, it had too many memories for her, so she packed up and moved to America, landing a job in New York through references. Here, she plans to live, hoping to have a fresh new life over here.\n\nDiscovery Of Your Power: Quinn didn't enjoy physical activity, but she was pretty good at it regardless of training. She chalked it up to genes. However, she noticed that she was quicker than her peers. She had better reflexes. She had better stamina. It was scary how good she was with little training. She decided to test herself and discovered she was unnaturally agile. She kept this a secret, even from Quinton. Something she regrets to this day.\n\nAbility & Powers: Superhuman Agility: Quinn is far more agile than the average human. Due to this, she is quicker as well as more able to control her body movements, balance, strength, and endurance better than the average person. She is able to move effortlessly, dodge, flip, do gymnastics, and martial implements with little effort.\n\nAbility & Powers Weaknesses: Quinn gets tired more easily with continued use of her power. Quinn's joints become sore and inflamed with continued use. Due to her power, Quinn must also eat constantly.\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nAdditional Information\n\nTheme Song: \nExtra Information: Link, Favorite Superpower is Telekinesis\nI agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay."
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"value": "---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\n\n@rivaan@Morose@BlueSky44@Natsu@Jasonhero\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nSaturday, August 18th, 2018\nNew York City, New York\n\n(You are on current medical leave, since your hand is hurt but Claire will be able to make it to Olivia's apartment this round with no issue for whenever your hand is healed better so take your time.)\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nSaturday, August 18th, 2018\nSeattle, Washington\n\n@Morose Isley crossed her arms over her chest and gave Scott an evil look calling her a princess again, and just rolled her eyes a bit towards him. \"Well at least I don't look like a troll that lives under some old shitty bridge.\" Isley said back towards Scott, as she eyed both Jason and Janelle for a moment. She raised an eyebrow towards Scott when he said that they were going to be leaving now, which she didn't really like the idea of right now. \"Just because some guy named Trevor spooked you or something, you want to take these two with you to who knows where?\" Isley asked him, Scott however would be able to see a figure in a nearby alleyway, it was really hard to see but it had a manly like figure.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nOlivia Johnson\n\nLocation: New York City\nInteracting With: @FantasyChic Quinn Peterson\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Nah i'm fine.\" Olivia said, as she moved over towards the couch and pulled out her laptop and started to do some research, again and smiled slightly. \"I guess it's a good thing I bumped into Claire first then.\" She said looking over at Quinn for a moment as she started to do some researching on the internet. So far she wasn't really getting that much on the lines of searching, or even the one story over at Seattle either. She ran a hand through her hair and cracked her neck a little bit as she started to make herself alittle bit comfortable on the couch.\n\n\"Need anything yourself? A beer or something to eat?\" Olivia asked, as she felt her phone going off and then quickly looked down at it seeing that it was a text from Claire. \"Claire is on her way, stuck in New York traffic though so should take awhile.\" Olivia said softly, as Quinn did her search on the internet for the twins social media she would end up finding Jason's Facebook Page. Olivia would occasionally check a few of her own personal work emails as well in between. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nRiley Ridgeway\n\nLocation: LA\nInteracting With: @rivaan Amelia Payne & @Jasonhero Fumiko \"Kuīn\" Nakamura\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nRiley walked over and leaned herself up against the sink seeing Amelia jump slightly after her touch, she didn't want to scare the girl any further right now. She nodded slightly towards Amelia she could feel like she was forcing her roommate and friend to do somethings that she didn't want to do. \"You know we don't have to go out if you don't want to.\" Riley said giving Amelia a slight smile, as she rubbed the back of her neck slightly. \"Truthfully? I don't let people get to me, I just ignore them just don't pay any fangirl or fanboy of mine or Fumi's any attention if they give you a look.\" Riley suggested. \"And I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to either if you want to head back to the apartment we can.\" She said smiling at her slightly.\n\nThe waitress smiled at Fumiko and squealed slightly as she nodded and quickly took out her pen and handed it over towards her and then sat down. \"Thank you.\" She said happily as she took out her phone as well, and started to take some selfie pictures of herself and Fumiko before looking at her. \"You are awesome.\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nEmmie Adams\n\nLocation: New York City, New York\nInteracting With: @Natsu Adalene Jones\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe waitress nodded towards Adalene. \"Sure thing i'll be right back.\" She said as she turned and headed off to grab the check for them, as Emmie looked over towards Adalene for a moment. And mentally slapped herself and sighed slightly she could easily teleport them out without any kind of confrontation. \"Porting out would be preferable.\" Emmie said softly as she ran a hand through her hair and looked over towards the front of the restaurant. And indeed the man was waiting outside for them, and looked over at Adalene, as the waitress came back with their check.\n\n\"Lets get freshened up then.\" Emmie said as she started to make her way towards the restroom and leaned herself up against the wall once she was in the bathroom looking at her. \"So where do you want to go then?\" Emmie asked Adalene figuring that she'd like to go somewhere else or back to her apartment."
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"value": "---\n\n\n\n---\n\nScott Rydzynski\n\n---\n\nLocation: Pike's Place - Seattle, Washington \nInteracting With: Isley and the Kids\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n \"Yes, you can kid. If you stay here, you're dead. If Trevor can find you so quickly, what's to say that murderer won't do the same?\" Scott reasoned. He couldn't care less what Isley was saying and basically was flat out ignoring her. If she wanted his protection, he would protect her - but otherwise, he couldn't care less what she decided to do. However, his attention was caught as he saw a figure nearby. \"Damn it. Wait here - if I'm not back in a few minutes, leave and get out of town.\"\n\n He then ran in the direction of the alley, hoping to catch the figure and he wasn't about to take any chances. He pulled one of his pistols and got off a shot, but he missed and by the time he was there, the figure had vanished into thin air. \"Shit!\" Scott cursed, not putting his gun down as he looked around, wanting to see if anyone else was there or if the figure would reappear. He had a gut feeling that he had just seen the killer."
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"value": "\"Hey, you wouldn't have seen any flower around here that has a yellow petal, would ya? I need one for, uh...'flavoring'.\"\n\n\"Charlotte LaChance. Now, if you don't need anything I really should be watching this beaker before it explodes.\"\n\"Nineteen.\"\nAge:\n19\n\nRace:\nHuman\n\nAppearance:\nCharlotte stands around five foot six. A pale complexion with messy, somewhat unkempt dark brown hair and cold blue eyes adorn her face. She has a slender frame, with no obvious muscles as she's not entirely one for physical activity, often time spending her days reading or practicing her chosen craft. She wears comfortable clothes that look like one might expect of someone born from high-society. Short pants, held up by a belt with a golden buckle, adorned with various pouches to carry items. Comfortable shoes with long, knee-high socks. Over her upper body, she wears a thick cloak with a hood, designed mostly to protect the wearer from the cold. Rarely takes it off, even in the warmer lands she finds herself in.\n\nPersonality:\nInsatiable curiosity, confident, stubborn, a bit on the childish side, doesn't like not getting her way, and has a bit of a one-track mind. As such her alchemy can sometimes suffer a bit as a result. Though indeed, she is talented, and if she doesn't let her one-track mind focus on something else after she starts something, she'd be fairly successful. She prefers to spend time outdoors with her plants and other alchemy reagents than in the company of people. \n\nShe tends to come off as rather serious and no-nonsense, and sometimes a sarcastic grump. Often time she wears a serious expression when people first meet her, though its only because she tends to have a one-track mind about things, and really doesn't like being interrupted. She's often thinking about various things and what properties plants might have.\n\nThat said, she is fairly friendly to most, and isn't hostile by any means. Just don't interrupt her work unless you have a really good reason. Aside from this, she's fairly intelligent and knows about a great deal many scholarly subjects. Mostly dealing with Magic and Alchemical pursuits, but she's read a great many number of books so she might surprise someone with her knowledge every now and then about something.\n\n\"DAMN YOUR EYES DON'T TOUCH THAT BEAKER-Argh, this is sensitive equipment!\"\n\nAbilities:\nAside from the obviously impressive physical and mental abilities that humans possess, Charlotte is adept at potion brewing. Meaning, alchemy and making useful concoctions out of herbs, remedies, antidotes and other items found in the natural world. She's pretty much a savant when it comes to everything relating to it. Add that to some beginner interest in Botany, she could probably make quite the living selling and brewing potions. That said, she is still fairly young and has a lot of room for improvement in the field. Plus, almost all the flora and fauna on this new continent has yet to be documented. Meaning, until she goes around documenting and doing some trial and error, she's gonna be somewhat useless.\n\nNot something a lot of sleepless nights watching beakers and flasks bubble can't fix, however.\n\nA neat little list:\n-Good at alchemy\n-Fairly intelligent\n-Beginner Botanist\n-Cold tends to not bother her so much, since her home country was notoriously cold.\n-Not so good with animals, unfortunately. They tend to like using her as a chewtoy.\n-Physically speaking, she's a wet noodle strength wise. Fairly average stamina due to her fairly active lifestyle.\n\nHistory:\nBorn in Astril, Charlotte has been brought up around science, logic, reason, and even the odd magical related things most of her life. Aside from that, its not particularly interesting. While she herself wasn't born into the magic-using citadel of Astril, and was instead brought up in a small farming community near the border, she has always held an interest in magic, alchemy, and scholarly pursuits herself. So in between farming duties and helping her parents run the farm, she studied all sorts of books. Ones about history, magic, and otherwise.\n\nAnd when she was fourteen, she was accepted into Astril itself as a student. And as confident as she was, she was sorely outclassed by a lot of the students there who had been training formally since their birth. She spent quite a few years there struggling to keep up with the other students, and quickly found herself as a bit of a loner and outcast among her peers. Not that she particularly minded, she'd rather have her books and studies anyways. Eventually she was labeled a bit of an eccentric.\n\nIt was when she was nineteen, she had to make a choice. Leave Astril and set off on her own, or effectively become a test subject. She doesn't like talking about the events that transpired leading up to that event, but she will say she killed about five scholars and blew up a lab.\n\nNation of Origin:\nAstril. A small, somewhat isolationist country known for its heavy delving into intellectual pursuits of all kinds.\n\nNation Lore:\nAstril is a small nation located far to north. Most of the country is cold, mountainous, and cold tundra and thick pine forests make up most of the climate. Over time, they have tamed the lands somewhat and built a thriving city located high in the frigid mountains. A tower like citadel, simply named 'Astril' over their first leader, that later became their small city.\n\nIn the past, they were a small group of intellectuals, scholarly types, dissatisfaction with their own cities. They traveled far to the north, seeking land unclaimed by others they could call home themselves. Eventually, they found their land in the cold north.\n\nOvertime, they built a thriving city, founded upon not on diplomacy or military might, but on science, magic, and logic. When it was first founded, they welcomed all inquiries into the arcane and scientific nature, and shunned no question or line of research...no matter how 'unethical' it might have been perceived to be. Human, animal, and all sorts of experimentation was, and still is quite common. Of course, they don't exactly advertise this fact these days. If you're going to be doing something somewhat unethical, then you are expected to keep it under wraps and deal with any unintended consequences yourself...\n\nEventually, the city began withdrawing from the outside world, and though they still welcome intellectuals and those who wished to pursue arts of science and magic, they had developed a bit of a mindset that those outside their walls were somewhat...barbaric and uncivilized. Typical mage superiority mindset, really. Mix that with a somewhat reactionary mindset with a healthy dose of Xenophobia, (anyone considered an outsider and not born there, not racism per say. There are a variety of races that live here) you get some pretty narrow minded individuals.\n\nOf course, it wasn't all easy for them. With their small numbers and generally small sized city, was almost taken over quite a number of times, if it wasn't for the quick thinking of their leaders. They maintain uneasy peace with any other city state in the area, but for the most part keep to themselves, and any outsiders are turned back at the border.\n\nMisc:\n-Not everyone pursues magic theory or science here. Not everyone has the aptitude to perform equally well with magic, after all. As long as you make yourself useful, you'll probably fit in well.\n-A bit of a Meritocracy\n-Ruled by the 'Deacon of Astril'\n\nOther:\n-Can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and has trouble holding a decent conversation about anything other than alchemy.\n-Makes some questionable potions sometimes. You really shouldn't get curious about some of the stuff she makes.\n-Don't bring up anything regarding an elixir of life or philosophers stone. You have been warned. If you do, bring ear plugs and make sure you don't have anything to do for the next hour."
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"value": "~Charlotte LaChance~\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCharlotte listened rather intently to Cait for once. Well, after Cait's initial teasing that she glared at the other woman the entire time through. \n\nAn...all-female race of people? Then how did one even get pregnant? The scientist in her was incredibly curious. How did two women - naturally, without the aid of alchemy - even have a chance at doing such a thing? It wasn't exactly unheard of considering some of the things she had made with Flora, but...curious. Still, she managed to keep her curiosity to a level that wouldn't be visible to Cait. No need to ask about that part in particular since she wasn't interested enough at the moment to have first hand experience. She had other things to be curious about.\n\n\"Not at all. So many questions come to mind that break the laws of nature that I know that I'm just not going to ask.\" Charlotte replied with a small frown. It barely scratched the surface, really. \"Though...for starters, what...power is it you speak of?\" She asked. \"I noticed some...glowing markings on Aislinn and your hair seems to be a bit different, but you don't seem any more...powerful.\""
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"value": "The native blinked at Charlotte. Breaking the laws of nature? How? It seemed to be a very natural process to Caitriona. \"My strands? Our hair can be applied to various artistic means ... Remember how we spoke to the animals last night after I sung? That is one example of what I can do. Aislinn is a painter and can use a sort of paint to ... enhance ... a person's abilities somewhat. You should ask her if you want to know more.\" The way Cait spoke about such things indicated a degree of nervousness about Aislinn's powers, although not out of some sort of reverence. \n\nInstead, she pointed to her own hair. \"It absorbs the energy of latent spirits in the world around it. Didn't I give you some to work with?\" The girl with multicolored hair looked over at the black haired girl curiously, wondering how much she'd managed to figure out or do with it."
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"value": "~Charlotte LaChance~\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nEnhance a persons abilities? Now that was something Charlotte was very interested in. Hrm. Now she was wishing Aislinn had been a bit more forthcoming about her reason for coming here. Maybe she could have made a trade of sorts. Got Cait out of her hair and maybe her mitts on something that she could use for research. Too late now though, but she was going to make sure Aislinn knew of her annoyance just to make herself feel all warm and fuzzy. She'd ask after speaking with Cait. More importantly...spirits?\n\n\"Spirits? As in...ghosts?\" Charlotte said with a frown, having to stop herself from laughing. \"That's...completely absurd. Spirits and such do not exist, at least after all the years of research at the tower nothing has suggested that they do.\" She walked back over to the table where she kept her things, moving a few containers around until she found one with a pink-ish colored liquid that was all that was left of her final test. \"The things I learn from testing are purely science related, not theoretical. For example, your kind lacks testosterone completely. Or at least, it has traces so small that I can't detect it with my limited equipment here. Secondly, your people tend to be much shorter than mine. Could possibly create some sort of shrinking serum from it...oh, and your people essence, or at least your hairs, is closest to fire. It would be fairly good at using in some more...unstable potions. Explosives and such, as well as a few heating aids.\" She swirled the liquid in the container, before setting it back down. \"I could potentially detect something else with stronger equipment, but for the most part Alchemy does not deal with spirits or the occult.\"\n\nWalking back to the entrance of the cave, she looked over to where Aislinn was still tied up.\n\n\"Though, I have read that perhaps there's a form of it that could deal with such things, but I've never seen it.\" Charlotte said with a shrug. \"Don't plan to...at least, not anytime soon. Now, if there's nothing else I have work to do and I want to talk with Aislinn a bit.\""
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"value": "Cait frowned as the other woman talked, calling her beliefs absurd and hardly even considering their existence. The native let Charlotte finish talking without interruption, and although the woman moderated towards the end of her rant she still seemed to discredit the idea of the world have life aside from that which could be viewed. The orange haired girl eventually responded to the other woman as she left with a joking voice. \"A-animals do not talk!\" A bit more cheerfully she wrapped up her words as the black haired woman left. \"Enjoy your conversation, but try to keep an open mind and you won't be surprised.\" With that, Cait would leave the cave for a bit and go for a walk in the forest.\n\nAislinn sat on the ground trying to get comfortable as she leaned against the tree that she was tied against. The position of her arms behind her back made that nearly impossible though as it was difficult to balance in her predicament. As Charlotte left the cave however, the tied up girl looked at the meat eater with wide eyes, backing away slightly as a little panic washed over her. Cait was leaving as well, which didn't make her feel any safer in these circumstances. Instinctually she whimpered like the trapped animal she was, but eventually she collected herself by the time Charlotte arrived.\n\nIt wasn't as if the other woman was going to kill her or something ... right? Despite Charlotte's promises, she was still tied up against a tree in front of someone who consumed friends. It wasn't exactly a comforting combination."
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"value": "art by the magnificent Tervola\nAbstract: A masked Traveller with a permanent grin\n\nDetail:\nWhen Spook stands still and quiet, he is a most menacing figure: the mask and hood and well-used sword give passersby good reason to avoid crossing his path. He looks like something that might spend his free time summoning dark hellions or snatching children in the night.\n\nThis, according to the Travellers who know him, is a hilarious idea. The very thought of Spook doing something as productive as summoning a beast of any kind is simply ridiculous. Spook is best known for being cheap, for his endless sense of humor, and for taking nothing at all seriously. He couldn't pretend to be evil if his life depended on it.\n\nThe Travellers have asked him why he knows the rare magic runes of the Magi. They've asked him how he learned to fight so well when he barely had the discipline to stand up straight. They've tried, time and time again, to see what he was hiding under that mask -- but to this day none have succeeded."
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"value": "The old map was drawn with meticulous care, in sepia ink on aged paper; it had been folded and re-folded, bore tea stains and small margin notes scribbled in a runic code. Much of the map was forested by clever penstrokes, while plains and desert were noted by the sparsity or scraggle of trees.\n\nCogswall was most prominent, with its moat of barren burned wasteland -- and Enn, half-hidden in the forest, smaller and inconspicuous. There were others -- Lune, Kestrel, Raskiln -- and the temples: An'Dast, the ruins that Spook had called the \"Temple of Spring Whistling\"; and An'Hiket, which appeared larger and, according to the drawing, slightly more impressive.\n\nNorth of Cogswall there was -- nothing. Only Sorrow's Deep lay to the north: a round craggy bay crowned by mountains.\n\nThe old man shuffled behind Meryn to peer over her shoulder. \"Sorrow's Deep, eh?\" He scoffed. \"Dangit if that damned crater doesn't keep comin' up. You an' the Prophet and Spook -- the temples an' the lot of the crystal-skins, all you all gosh-dang care about is that gosh-dang crater.\" He worked himself up to exhaustion, and he creakily lowered himself into a chair.\n\nHe set his beady eyes on Meryn and pointed a knobby finger at her. \"I'll tell ya somethin' 'bout that crater, missy. Leave it alone. Let it be. Boats sail in and don't come out. Birds fly out over it and don't come back. There ain't nothin living in that water -- not a fish or a scrap of weed. It's been dead and death always, and it'll be dead and death after we're all gone. Don't you believe the fairy tales -- the creature sightings or caught fish, or people returnin'. They're lies told by the temples to bring in new recruits, see. Spook hisself swallowed that garbage line and sinker. We wouldn't be in this mess.\"\n\nHe huffed a sigh and leaned on his bony knees. \"The best thing is to just leave it be. Leave it all be. And if the temples are right, and somethin's comin', then we'll just stay out of its way.\"\n\nMachinery elsewhere in the tower whirred down, and pipes clanked. An uncomfortable silence draped over the room. The old man turned his head, listening -- then shuffled over to a sink and turned on the spigot to find only a few short spits of sludge. \"Dangit now the water's out, too.\"\n\n\n\nThe hooded man stiffened, and slowly he turned, his eyes blazing. He was either furious -- or terrified. \"Get out,\" he hissed, his voice deep and trembling, mad with diseased insanity. \"They're coming. Too many here. Get out. They're coming.\" A crystalline hand suddenly snatched Ronken's shirt, his fist like stone. \"They're in the waaaalllssssss!\"\n\n\n\nBelow, a small circle was forming around a big hooded man and the smaller man he was holding up by the shirt; heads had turned to see the source of the crazed voice that echoed in the wide chamber, and some recognized the gleam of black crystal that grew on the brute's exposed arm.\n\nThe boy, however, was undeterred. \"It's okay!\" he assured Feela with a pat of her hand. \"We're all refugees. C'mon, let's get some grub, yeah?\" He encouraged Feela down the stairs, holding onto her wrist, and waved over his head at a few friends who had spotted him from another side of the room. \"That's my sister, Glinny, and her friend, and that's Bobo and Tizzy. They're saving a spot in line for us, it's okay!\" He pushed his way through the crowd, skirting around the fight in the middle of the room to reach his friends who were calling over the crowd's murmur.\n\n\"PEOPLE OF COGSWALL!\" a man's voice bellowed.\n\nUp above, a man in a white hooded cloak stood at the mouth of one of the drainpipe entryways, at the top of the stairs. He had his arms outstretched. His nose and mouth were covered by dark cloth.\n\n\"THE INFECTION HAS SPREAD, AND IT IS DEADLY.\"\n\nSomewhere behind him, faintly, came the choked sob of a woman.\n\nThe man who restrained Ronken was trembling. \"They're coming, they're coming, they're coming for us.\n\n\"ALL OF YOU HAVE BEEN EXPOSED. BUT YOU'LL ALL BE JUST FINE -- A CURE HAS BEEN FOUND!\n\nA ripple of excitement spread through the room. Murmurs whispered in the crowd.\n\nWater began to trickle out of one of the four drainpipe entryways. Then a second began to drip.\n\n\"A MEDICINAL WATER HAS BEEN MIXED. EVERYONE HERE MUST ONLY SUBMERGE THEMSELVES MOMENTARILY, AND ALL TRACES OF THE CRYSTAL-SKIN WILL BE WASHED AWAY.\"\n\nThe third drainpipe began to leak water.\n\n\"WE WILL BEGIN TO FLOOD THE FLOOR WITH THIS MEDICINAL WATER NOW. PLEASE DO NOT BE ALARMED, AND HOLD UP YOUR VALUABLES. SOAK YOURSELVES IN IT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN!\"\n\n\"They're coming, they're coming, they're coming, they're coming . . .\"\n\nWater began to flow freely out of the drainpipes, splashing down the stairs to the floor. People rushed to it to rub the water on their skin, splash their faces, scrub their hair.\n\n\"GET OUT GET OUT NOW!\" This screech was not the man in the drainpipe, but it was Switch's voice. She pushed her way through the crowds, shoving people aside with a blade withdrawn, raced up the steps to get at the man in the white hooded cloak.\n\nSLAM\n\nA metal grate slammed down between her and the man in the white hooded cloak.\n\nSLAM\n\nSLAM\n\nSLAM\n\nEach of the four drainpipes closed off just before the water began to surge. Frothing water surged and roared out of all four pipes, and waterfalls spilled down into the crowd.\n\nThe boy tugged on Feela's shirt while water rose at their ankles. \"C'mon, we gotta get wet to get cured!\"\n\nThe crystalline brute at the center of the room was still shaking. Whispering. \"Get out. Get out. Get out.\""
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"value": "Stay away. Stay away. STAY AWAY!\n\nFeela's mind was already in full panic when the water started streaming in, and her fear started turning to anger. She just wanted to leave now. She had no intention of letting these people confine her in an unnatural place like this.\n\nSlam\n\nFeela whirled around as metal bars crashed down over the way she had entered, sealing her in with the rushing water. She swiftly ran back and slammed her shoulder into the obstacle, bouncing off and falling to the floor. Now well and truly angry, Feela decided she had had quite enough of this place. These bars were in her way, and she would not let them remain so.\n\nShe thrust her hand out to her side, feeding that rage into the symbols tattooed into her right hand. As always before, her blade extended without a sound, ready to slice apart anything she needed it to.\n\nShe brought her hand across in front of her, swinging her hand with all her might through the bars that blocked her."
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"value": "Meryn's eyebrows drew together as the old man grumbled. Some of his words flew right over her head (what the heck was a \ncrater?) but others were old and familiar. Sorrow… death… lies…\n\nShe felt her breath catch in her throat like it did when she stood at a precipice, still and waiting. The promise of pain just out of reach, taunting her closer. She stood at an edge now, muscles begging for action. To fall or to fly. Meryn pressed her lips together and looked back down at the map. The old man had shrugged his way back to his feet and made his way to the tap. Her fingers twitched at her side. \n\nFinally she forced herself into action. Meryn hurried to the man, grabbing his arm in both her dirty hands and tugging him back to the map. Meryn pointed to Sorrow's Deep. Then she grabbed a long rectangle of charcoal and held it up to him, tapping it with her index finger. In a quick, brutal motion, Meryn brought the flat of the charcoal down to the map and smeared black over Cogswall. She looked back up to the man, urgency in her eyes. Without waiting more than a breath, she picked up Spook's mask and cut the charcoal across the intricate design over the eyes. She held the dirtied mask again up to the old man. Meryn lowered it, her motions slowing again. She bit her bottom lip as she glanced back at the map. \n\nEnn\n\nMeryn brought the charcoal to the city's edge. But she couldn't bring her and to move. She looked back up at the old man, fingers still poised to ruin Enn. But Enn wasn't gone. Not yet. \n\nThe old man thought that Cogswall would be safe if they just kept their heads down and stayed out of the way of whatever was coming. But to Meryn it looked like whatever it was… was already here. People were already sick and dying. Spook was already gone. But he'd given her the mask. She didn't know what it meant, but it was clearly something important. And out of everyone, he'd trusted her with it. Didn't that mean… he thought she could do something? \n\nMaybe the old man was right and there was nothing but death at Sorrow's Deep. But Meryn had never let fear of death stop her.\n\nMeryn dropped the charcoal and put on the mask. She turned from the old man and moved to the spiral staircase."
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"value": "The roaring water pressed against her, surging waist-high, threatening to fling her any moment off the platform and into the splashing crowd below. The blade of light shimmered at Feela's wrist, ripe for violence, and effortlessly sliced through the bars that separated her from the outside world. With a few more strokes, neat sections of the bars suddenly launched outward with the rush of the water and flung down among the screeching people, sloshing hurriedly through the water to avoid being hit by the projectiles. But Feela had opened a way out, even if it was a narrow passage filled with rushing water. There was no way the children or the elderly could hope to traverse it without being overwhelmed -- but Feela would have only small difficulty scaling the slick rapids alone.\n\nNot far along the passage there was a ladder that led up to a manhole cover and the empty street above -- she would be free. If she were to emerge here into the street, she might glimpse a small group of people in white cloaks -- like those of the people who had condemned the refugees below to a watery grave -- rushing northward, to disappear around a corner.\n\nShould she continue against the water in the dark, thus letting the white-cloaks get away, she would emerge at one of the four tunnels that opened onto the reservoir and invited an endless torrent of water. At the mouth of the tunnel was a thick metal door which could be sealed with the turn of a huge wheel-crank.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe old man watched her back, and he stared down at the map again. Cogswall was gone. Spook was gone. Hope was . . . on her shoulders, it seemed. The one who didn't speak understood far more of what was going on than most of the people he'd known. His eyes traced the black line toward Enn, glanced at the other towns that dotted the continent in the path of the blight, and he thought that he, too, might understand. His dreams took on a solemn and deep-blue appearance, sharp and firm in shape.\n\nHe laid his gnarled hand on the drawing, stared at it intently -- then huffed a defeated and frustrated sigh. After yanking the map off the table he strode angrily after Meryn, to grasp the back of her shirt and shove the map into her hands. \"Don't be stupid,\" he admonished her. \"There's nothing you can do alone except get yerself killed. Get help. The Prophet's up in An'Hiket, it's a sanctuary for the crystal-skins and the best place to find allies, if you're going to Sorrow's Deep like a lunatic.\" He let go of her and grumbled to himself. \"Don't say I didn't warn ya.\"\n\nOutside the bell tower, the city was eerily quiet, gray and still. Broken mechs and robots whirred and shifted endlessly. Steam hissed out of broken pipes. Fires burned quietly where buildings once stood. Bodies smoldered. There was no more sign of people, cloaked or otherwise.\n\nThe low clop of hooves echoed through the street -- a horse or two might be found wandering the wreckage among the dogs and rats that had escaped the disease, having broken out of their stables.\n\nIf Meryn were to listen carefully, she might hear rushing water underneath the street, and the echoes of screams."
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"value": "Race: Muran\n\nAge: 20\n\nAppearance:\n\nArt done by Midorynn!\n\nMagic: * Speed Magic - Ethan accelerates himself using air magic, running and striking much quicker than a normal fighter.\n* Air Burst Magic - Releasing concentrated bursts of air magic, Ethan can knock away opponents, deflect attacks or launch himself to high places - the latter of which he rarely uses, poor landing strategies.\n\n\n\nGear:\n* A bo staff, made of treated snakewood with small steel rings around the ends, both reinforcing and packing an extra punch with strikes.\n* A small, wrist-mounted launcher which contains woven steel coils. Used to swing himself in conjunction with his magic for excellent maneuverability. More often than not ends up flying into something.\n\n\n\nBrief history: From the tiny forest town of Kinsgrove, Ethan is a novice Magi and hapless explorer. He grew up enamored by guards, the concept of upholding the justice and maintaining the peace. Even at a young age he hurried along the brave men and women of Kinsgrove, and more often than not snuck along during patrols to see them in action. He would frequently be seen in town, wooden sword in hand, helping guards with their day-to-day activities. When he grew up he was determined to join them and help keep Kinsgrove and the surrounding lands peaceful and quiet for all of its residents.\n\nEthan would have his chance at playing peacekeeper, though not in the way he had hoped. In a regular training session with the town's resident Magi, an old man by the name of Cedric, members of the Church visited the town. Practicing magic was explicitly forbidden without license, this was known but kept quiet. For who was going to turn in a child and a beloved, long time citizen of their village? Though their first offense the Church made an extreme declaration: both Cedric and Ethan would be taken away and sentenced within one of the cities. In the blink of an eye Ethan's world changed and he found himself in a wholly new environment, the one person he knew carted off to a cell somewhere. \n\nHis fate would be a bit different. Instead of being locked up as a prisoner he would be changed into a Hunter for the Church. With very little formal training both in magic and swordplay he had a lot of work to do. When it became apparent they could not instruct him in any reasonable amount of time he was passed, declared a Hunter and relegated to simple jobs. Help to settle local disputes, clean up the city, and on a very rare occasion, actually accompany other Hunters to find a Magi. He preferred the menial tasks: dragging people into custody was never enjoyable and he never quite felt like he was dishing out justice. But he hadn't a choice, he was a Hunter now, and he'd do as the Church told him."
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"value": "\"Oh, Ethan! Ethan Campbell. Nice to meet you, Cecil!\" Under better pretenses, he wished, but at least they had run into nice people; bandits could just as well have found them. Bandits... Another reason for them to keep moving. There was so much risk for those back on the beach and here they were, stood around and chatting casually. Ethan looked around at their group, with two more - three if you counted the moorcat. It was far from a small rescue party now and with how many people they had it made settling down for camp even less practical.\n\nWhich made him roll his eyes when Yarri suggested they keep moving. You were the one who suggested stopping in the first place. Ethan let that thought remain as just that: a thought. It wouldn't do any good to start arguing among themselves. \"Yeah, we should get moving. And we can help carry the kids if you're so worried they'll 'slow us down'.\" He suggested, frowning as he glanced sideways towards Yarri. \"Or we can take our time. Who knows, we might end up finding more people!\" He was kidding but now Ethan worried he'd just jinxed them; no town was going to accept twenty or thirty people out of nowhere; if that were the case then they should have just brought everyone from the ship with them.\n\n\"We should keep the kids in the middle of the group. That way they're safe if we get anymore... Uh... Surprises.\" Somewhere in his oft-hapless mind was the training he'd received from the Church, training which he was now clambering to retrieve. There were protocols for everything and this was no different - at least he didn't think it was. Ethan smiled at Amuné, then Cecil, and clapped his hands together. \"Why don't you and... Adrian?\" He asked, glancing at their resident healer for confirmation. \"Why don't you two walk together? Cecil, you can... Uh... Well walk in the middle of the group! And Yarri, maybe you can take the rear? You and your... Cat, can help make sure nothing's following us!\"\n\nOne of the privy sailors spoke up about the proposal. \"And what will you be doing exactly?\"\n\n\"Leading, of course! Someone has to!\" Ethan's confidence and smile waned under the doubtful look of the sailors. He had asked which direction to travel in right out of the gates, naturally people were going to doubt his navigation skills. And they were right to. With a reserved sigh, he shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Adrian. \"How about you lead, then? I can uh... Watch Amuné?\" Maybe he was trying to put things in their place that didn't need to be. But any successful escort mission - and that was what this had become, thanks to these two kids, involved forming a perimeter and keeping people safe. A little tricky to do given their group, but this should solve that issue.\n\nAnother sailor let out a groan and rubbed at his face. \"I should have stayed back at the beach...\" Another seconded his complaint, leaving Ethan standing at the front of the group with an awkward smile. Thank goodness for his training, otherwise he'd seem like a total idiot... Instead of just a partial idiot. Maybe he should have stayed at the beach too."
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"value": "Adrianna had no intention of forcing the kid to join them. Frankly, it would have been a relief if she had decided not to join them. They had a whole ship-ful of hurt people they had to get help for, and a stray kid wasn't going to make her job any easier. But the girl's pet seemed to think that joining them was a good idea, as did the boy, so their numbers went up. The white-haired man introduced himself as Ethan, and after a brief back and forth with Yarri, Adrianna perceived a bit of a struggle as to who would proclaim themselves leader of this ragtag group. Fortunately, they would only be together for this walk, so she didn't imagine things would come to a mutinous end.\n\nEthan decided, after a bit of back and forth, that Adrian would lead the group, and the children would be in the center. Yarri, with supposedly the keenest senses, would take up the rear and keep an eye out for tigers or stray children, as these forests seemed to be riddled with both. It wasn't a bad suggestion, but the nature of it reminded her a bit too much of the most basic training done by the Church. Just a coincidence. She told herself. You're being paranoid and seeing something where there is nothing. But paranoid was what kept her alive, and she couldn't help but feel a bit more on-edge about being so close to the man.\n\n\"Sure.\" Adrianna, unlike the sailors, made no fuss about the assigned post, and moved up to the front of the group. She set a somewhat brisk pace, though she slowed when she put too much space between her and the others. With everyone on alert, Adrianna didn't begin to start up another conversation with the girl or Ethan, and the others were too far away. It was probably better to just stay quiet to not attract unwanted attention.\n\nAs they settled in more comfortably, Adrianna's senses began to wander. She glanced back at Ethan, feeling something…off about the man. They had already been walking together for some time, and she hadn't picked up anything before. But now… No, she was sure of it, he had gotten hurt. But how? When? All they did was make camp, and…well, he got run over by a child, but surely the boy couldn't have caused that much damage. Adrianna turned back to see Cecil's gauntlets. Well, perhaps he had. He clearly had some sort of modifications, and if the blunt ends of those things had smashed against the wrong part…Ethan could have gotten seriously injured. He likely wasn't, in this case. All she could sense was some blood clotting in his chest. It would probably form a nasty bruise, but it was nothing worth fussing about. What's more, the injury was not the type she should even be aware of."
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"value": "With her decision to stay with the group for now made, Amuné paid the rest of them a little more attention. It looked like they were getting ready to move again. Ethan suggested she be in the middle of the group, but while it might have made sense to him it was the very last thing she wanted. If he wanted to watch her then he would walk with her -- after all, Wyth was very good at watching her and keeping her safe. She didn't think of the wilderness as frightening, but the people, they were. Most of the group didn't even consider that a girl of ten couldn't walk as fast as they, not even Adrian. She had to push herself to keep up, and even then she ended up lagging behind. It was just as well. With most of the adults in front of her she could see what they were doing, and that was reassuring. The Ydran woman with the black leopard had moved off somewhere, and that was fine with Amuné. She hadn't decided about most of them. Ethan was closer, maybe closer than she wanted. But she did need to thank him, didn't she?\n\n\"Um.\" It took a second try before she managed to find her nerve. \"Uh, thanks...for the meat, I mean, and...y'know. For saying you'd help. Even if Wyth wouldn't hurt me, I guess you don't know that.\" She paused. \"He's really not scary, you know. I mean...not if you're not trying to hurt us.\" Even now the great cat paced at her side, tolerant as ever of her fingers tangled in his coarse fur. Amuné fell silent again after that at least for a few minutes. Her thoughts, however, were anything but quiet. One of the people had said there was a beach, hadn't he? So that meant a body of water. Could she have made it all the way to the sea? That was a long way from home, according to her daddy's maps. Was it far enough to be safe? She didn't know if anywhere would really be safe. Nor had she been given any instructions beyond running. Tears sprang to her eyes unbidden and the girl tried to wipe them away unobtrusively. One step at a time, wasn't that what Mommy always said? For now, she was heading for the town, and if she could she'd take flint and steel before going off on her own again. After that...she'd have to see."
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"value": "\"Hey... It's only the right thing to do! Don't even mention it.\" As if anyone in good conscience could ignore a child on the side of a road. She did have her moorcat with her - Wyth was his name - but Ethan didn't feel comfortable leaving her be. Moving out, he fell in line alongside Amuné and Wyth. He seriously doubted anyone, or anything, would try to cause them harm with a group this size, but precautions never hurt. Silence felt awkward and Ethan was compelled to speak with the child. When he looked down and caught her fending back tears he turned away, rubbing uncomfortably at his neck. \"Um... Once we get to town, maybe you can get some clothes...?\" Was he addressing the problem? No. Heck, aside from what he could see he hadn't a clue what might be bothering the child. \"Oh! I might still have gold on me, we can get you some more food too, if you'd like! For you and for Wyth!\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe sky had turned a gentle shade of red when the group arrived at the town's gates. Large doors blocked their entry, and two men stood on either side, pikes in hand. It struck Ethan as odd that the small town was sealed up tight. They were stopped shy of the gates and one of the guards met them in the road. Unlike those in the city who wore polished armor and sported fine weaponry, these men clearly had settled for what they could get. Simple quilted vests, heavy leather gauntlets, padded trousers and boots made up their \"uniform\"; their weapons looked to be fashioned from farming tools.\n\nIt wasn't a wealthy town then. Strange considering Ethan was certain he saw a mill on their way up the road. \n\n\"Halt. State your purpose, travelers.\"\n\nHe would like to think that their purpose was fairly clear. A few sailors, a child, filthy and unkempt, a ragtag group if there ever was one. \"We're here to get help. A ship capsized in the sea, and there are survivors back towards the shore.\" The guard looked at Ethan, appraising him. None of them were exactly much to look at, either too young to be of any significance, or too nondescript. Which was precisely why the guard was being wary.\n\n\"A ship? The coast is miles from here, boy. You mean to tell me you all walked here?\" It was a bit difficult to believe admittedly. They had just survived a shipwreck only to walk for half a day to find aid. Ethan nodded and the guard glanced back at his partner. \"How many survivors?\"\n\nEthan cursed mentally, not having had the wherewithal to take count. \"Not many... A dozen, maybe two?\" The estimate was high for sure and served to color the guard's face in doubt. Ethan stepped forward and smiled uncertainly. \"Maybe more like... A dozen and a half. Look, the point is we need supplies. Some of them are okay, but others probably won't last long. Anything you can spare would be a huge help.\"\n\nThe guards shared words in private before one called for the gates to open. Rather than let everyone inside however, one of them disappeared into the walls, and the other joined him. \"We're going to speak with the foreman. Wait here.\" Foreman? Did they mean the one in charge of the mill? That made sense; the town was too small to have a mayor, which likely meant whoever headed the town's main source of income would be in charge. \n\nEthan watched as the doors sealed shut before them, sighing. \"Well... They didn't say no!\" He laughed, and he was the only one to do so. Awkwardly settling down, he looked back at the gates, wondering if he should have shown his insignia. These people couldn't possibly turn them down if they knew he was with the Church. He adjusted his cloak, still damp and stiff from being soaked, peering at the faded patch. Maybe he could use it as a negotiating tool later if he needed to.\n\nA few short minutes later the doors were opened, this time granting them access inside. \"Foreman's busy at the mill, but he's agreed to hear you out. Come on in.\" The town itself was small, with little more than a dozen buildings inside the walls. A small group of children stopped in the middle of town when they entered. Ethan smiled and waved to them politely only to watch as they bolted off in between two homes. Why did children hate him?\n\n\"Inn's over there if you're wanting a drink. We don't have much left, but we'd appreciate the business.\" One of the guards motioned towards a two story building. It hardly looked welcoming, with peeling paint, dirty windows and vines growing up the walls. The guards left them be and the doors were sealed once more, leaving the group standing at the entrance by themselves."
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"value": "Two-Step \n\n\"You may have swag, but I've got swing.\"\n\nVitals\nTitle: Maestro\n\nAge: 29\n\nSex: Male\n\nDate of birth: 26th July, 1986\n\nLineage: -\n\nClass/Major: Pugilist\n\nClass/Minor: Mage\n\nOccupation: Wandering Pugilist\n\nAlignment: Chaotic Good\n\nMarital Status: Single\n\nBirthplace: Basin, Caesura\n\nBlood Type: A+\n\nEye Color: Blue\n\nHeight: 6' 4\"\n\nWeight: 166 lbs\n\nHair Color/Style: Short brown hair, well kept in a left side parting.\n\nGeneral Appearance: A lean, lanky individual, Jonathan is also impeccably dressed at every occasion he can afford to. His main dress is a navy blue suit ensemble, consisting of a navy blue suit jacket with thin white pinstripes, a darker navy inner waistcoat, a stark white cuffed shirt and a navy blue tie, along with slacks and his signature black leather tap-dancing shoes. He also sports plain white dress gloves and a simple, thin watch on his right wrist, and a nice, blue fedora with a white band around the body of the hat.\n\nSkin Tone/Condition: Normal Caucasian skin tone, slightly tan.\n\nMarkings: -\n\nCombat Stats\n\nDominant Hand: Right\n\nEquipment:\n\n-Upper Body: -\n\n-Lower Body: -\n\nWeapons\n* Basin Street - A pair of tap-dancing shoes fortified with specially enchanted metal plates on the toes, soles and heels. The shoes are always paired with a pair of white, cotton socks that are also enchanted with magic. The spells on the shoes grant Johnny's legs with the powers of speed and air manipulation, also known as sound. The spells on the socks are strengthening spells that grant his legs, feet and hips with enhanced endurance and strength to accompany the power of his shoes.\n\nJohnny fights using a style comprised of a few things, that was taught to him by the masters of old in his home city of Basin. This fighting style mainly uses the feet, with the addition of the hands as pivot points or supports, similar to that of the Brazilian martial art Capoeira. However, the main difference is that this style also incorporates many elements of Tae Kwon Do in it, specifically the many low to high standing and crouching kicks, along with the intricate footwork of tap-dancing to confuse and distract opponents.\n\n\n\nAbilities\n* Enhanced Endurance, Speed and Strength (Lower Body) - This ability allows Johnny to kick with increased strength and power, and also being able to block and withstand blows of a similar power using only his legs and feet. The speed aspect lets him essentially kick at the speed of sound or over, effectively letting him kick with the power of a sonic boom at maximum efficiency.\n* Enhanced Agility\n\n\n\nMagic\n* Beat - Johnny uses his sound power and stomps hard down on the ground once. The impact, combined with one good, strong push of air vibrations, results in an extremely large shockwave that expands from his foot and dissipates over distance, to a maximum effective range of twenty feet. Multiple Beats strung together in sequence can create a devastating earthquake that can destroy small structures, more detail in the section on Staccato below.\n* Scratch - Manipulating the air around the toe and heel of his shoes, Johnny is able to create blades of compressed air by kicking in a short arc either from left to right or vice versa. The length, speed and strength of the air blades are directly determined by his kicks. Short, fast kicks produce many smaller blades that are easily blocked but are overwhelming in number, while longer, slower kicks result in bigger, stronger blades that take a fair bit of strength to overcome, akin to trying to stop a MLB batter's home-run swing.\n* Crash - If Beat is the starter, Crash is the coup de grace. By hopping into the air a short distance, drawing his feet in and then kicking downwards upon landing with the force of a jet plane fly-by, Johnny is able to stamp a humongous shockwave into the ground that ripples and explodes the earth in circles around him. Each explosion increases in intensity the further it gets from him, to a maximum of three explosions in three perfect circles around him.\n* Staccato - By tap-dancing on the ground, imbuing each hit with Beat, Johnny enters Staccato mode, Beating an earthquake into the ground that he controls. The intensity and strength of it is determined by how fast and how strong the Beats are, to a maximum of a 8 or 9 on the Richter scale, an extremely devastating earthquake that he can only maintain for several seconds before he has to stop and move to avoid being harmed by his own attack.\n* Accent - With a high or low straight kick, powered by air, Johnny is able to shoot bullets of compressed air at impressive speeds of up to the speed of sound. These bullets, or Accents, are aimed simply by way of the direction he kicks in, up in the air or down low at the ground, so as long as it's a straight kick and not a curved kick.\n\n\n\nBio\nVoice: Deep, smooth basso.\n\nPersonality: Johnny is a very laid back and suave fellow, one you would see leaned up against a wall or a bar counter, drink in one hand, a woman in the other. He's smooth and slick, cunning and feisty, yet kind spirited and gentle to boot, in stark contrast to his fighting style. A ladies man all the way, he is the most gentlemanly to those of the fairer gender, going out of his way to make sure they receive the utmost respect that befits them. With other guys, he's very chummy, the bro amongst other bros, and you'll never see him without a smile on his face unless something's very, very wrong, because Johnny is also very optimistic and cheerful, something that's helepd him all through his life.\n\nBackstory: Johnny hails from the tribe of the Swing people; collectively known as the Oldies of Oldtown, his tribe are one of the oldest in the whole of the land. The music they practice and play is also one of the oldest forms of music in the land, as attested to by their elders. Eons ago, Jazz, Swing and Blues were formed from the hearts and souls of the early Caesurans during their trials and tribulations of terraforming their unstable land into their homes. Their blood, sweat and tears distilled through their emotions and into their voices and song, and thus the Trifecta of Trials were born. Jazz, Swing and Blues make up this trio, and Johnny's tribe were the first of the Swingsters in Caesura. He is of their current generation, when the music has reached new levels of ingenuity and excellence yet they dream higher and greater, and he carries these hopes and dreams of his people with him.\n\nBeing a current generation Swingster brings along its share of troubles, and for Johnny, nothing was more troubling than being the sole heir to their style of self defense. All Swingsters knew how to fight to defend themselves, that was true, but Johnathan Twostep was the upcoming heir to the title of Maestro of Swing, something that he didn't quite fancy. Sure, he was the best fighter they had, but he simply didn't want the high life. He enjoyed his time spent in the dives and bars of his home town, Basin, and the relevant dangers that posed to his health. He loved the adrenaline and the adventure of it all. Being the Maestro meant that he'd spend the rest of his days cooped up in some boring school, teaching all the young Swingsters how to fight and to defend themselves. Not a life for him. He left Basin a week before he was to inherit the mantle, and as such his whole town got into an uproar.\n\nNow he wanders the multiverse, having fallen into a portal while running from those that pursue him. Still with no real idea of where he's going or how he travels, he wanders in search of a good challenge.\n\nOthers\n-"
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"value": "The sly bugger dodged his air blades. Not surprising.\n\nAs he wheeled around for the roundhouse, he saw An dart to his left and immediately stop, rolling and standing up quickly mere feet away from him. He couldn't stop the roundhouse so that went, and he immediately put his foot down.\n\nThen the mega increased gravity hit him and he sank instantly to a knee, his hand slapping the floor, preventing him from going straight down. All around he could see the same thing happening to the other patrons. Their panicked screams filled the room.\n\nThat's when Johnny realised that his opponent was manipulating weight, he was manipulating gravity.\n\nSly bugger indeed.\n\nA power like that required concentration, though he was sure that a fighter of his calibre could enact the gravity changes flawlessly without so much as a thought. He needed to get his proper speed back by restoring the gravity in here.\n\nCompensation was key.\n\nAn lowered down into a crouch, coiling his legs in preparation for a strike. Johnny wouldn't let him.\n\nHe turned a little so An held the center of his view. With his strength, he pushed himself into a stand and reared out his right leg in a straight kick, his heel lashing out at the young man. The bubble of compressed air created there took the momentum of his kick and sped off like a shot, its acceleration way faster than the blades he created. This was an air bullet in all senses of the word; a small, powerful projectile of compressed air that flew at speeds equalling that of sound itself, and hit with the force of a medium-calibre bullet. His fastest projectile attack and, in such a tight space, the hardest to dodge.\n\nWithout giving him time to think, he hopped on his left foot and twisted swiftly to the right, bringing his legs upward to his chest again as he landed and stamped again, bringing another double Beat onto the ground to make it shake violently. This close, An would feel the ground shift at least a foot or two into the air and down, an extremely severe earthquake the closer he got to his impact point.\n\nAnd then, without even waiting for the ground to subside, like he had previously, he twisted round to the left, crouched low and reached out with his left hand, planting it firm onto the shaking, shifting ground, a move he'd practiced as he'd learned to keep his balance during his own moves. He gathered a ball of air beneath his left heel as his body swung around and An came into view again. Then, he made the air pocket explode, rocketing him forward at twice the speed he normally achieved, his hand providing leverage as he shot forward. He brought his right knee up and forward, coating the front of his lower leg with a sheath of compressed air.\n\nThe increased gravity kept him low, just the way he wanted it. His flying knee strike was aimed square at An's torso, now that he was crouched. His impact time came in seconds from his burst of speed.\n\nIf anything hit his shin, the sheath of compressed air would explode forward, imparting the force of a shotgun blast in that general direction.\n\nHis left leg was drawn in close to his body, knee curled up slightly against his chest, as were his hands and arms. If that fighter chose to make a move, he'd be ready."
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"value": "Gravity is the weakest of the four fundamental forces, yet when applied to the human body, it is a brutal taskmaster. The patrons in the nightclub could attest to the power of gravity, as they now weighed 2.5 times as much as normal. This included Johnny whose normal weight of 166 lbs. was now somewhere around the 413 lb. mark. While the added weight would be laborious to the fit young man, straining muscles, ligaments and tendons would indeed protest any strenuous activity. The potential for self-injury was clearly present, but given the man's flexibility, he would have to enact something extreme for that to happen. \n\nJackrabbit stretched out his leg, snapping it into a straight kick that launched another distance strike aimed towards the crouching An. Knowing the Johnny had range on him, and the only way to negate range was to close the distance. An launched himself from his crouched position into the air, affected by zero gravity, soaring up towards Johnny. As An did so the man was in the process of dropping low as the dance floor buckled and rolled under the earthquake power of Johnny. \n\nTucking into a soaring somersault, his feet shooting out, An hoped to catch the man in the face with a literal, flying kick. If the kick managed to hit, An would be ready to follow up, if not he would have to adjust gravity to allow him some leeway in how he would counter the jackrabbit."
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"value": "Appearance:\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\nAlias & Nicknames:\nZana Doo, Zee, Ra\nAge:\n26\nPlace of Origin:\nAuckland, New Zealand \n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nBlood Status:\nHalf Blood\nSexual Orientation:\nStraight\nRelationship Status:\nSingle\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nWand:\nDoes not use a wand as Uagadou students are trained through hand gestures\nEducation:\nUagadou School of Magic\nSpecialty:\nLegilimency and Astronomy\nExperience as a Regulator:\n3 years\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nBiography:\nBorn in Auckland to a Muggle father and a magical mother, Zara was the youngest of six children (2 boys, 4 girls). Her father struggled to make ends meet especially when his wife, the children's mother, suddenly disappeared when Zara was only five years old. While her siblings were determined to locate their mother, Zara buried every emotion and thought within herself. She was known to just walk around talking to herself and giggling- her small neighborhood determined her to be quite mad.\n\nIt surely helped that her older siblings were half bloods and had magic within them- otherwise Zara wouldn't have known what to do when things started to explode around her. It wasn't much longer after that when she received her dream token and was soon headed off to Uagadou School of Magic.\n\nAs Zara aged, she could still be seen talking to herself and stealing glances at everyone near her. This was brought to the attention of the Headmaster as they feared the teenager was truly going insane due to the disappearance of her mother. It was later determined that she was a Legilimens and did not know how to not pry into others' minds. From then on, she was taught how to control the art and her personality soon blossomed. She began to not only divulge into the study of her skill, but she also loved studying Astronomy. Zara was obsessed with the idea that there were others out there quite unlike herself.\n\nTowards the end of school, Zara was a bubbly and fun-loving girl who loved to change her hair color every few days. It wasn't until one seemingly uneventful day visiting her family that she found herself walking through town, surrounded by a large group of protesters. What they were protesting, she couldn't even tell you. She had decided to use her skill in Legilimency to pass away her boredom- that was her worst mistake. She soon came upon the mind of a rather disturbed individual and flashes of her mother started to appear. Zara watched the memory of the strange man savagely and brutally killing her mother.\n\nEverything inside her snapped. She doesn't remember much from that day, only that she was found screaming in the square and was quickly taken away. She never spoke of what happened; in fact, she didn't really speak much after that day. Zara was returned to school where she barely managed to graduate as she just didn't apply herself. The professors did not know what to do with her. Until that is, when she was approached by members of the ORO. \n\nIt was a promise of a new start- the promise of helping others who had been slain just as her mother had been. She had also secretly been harboring for revenge against the man, and hopes to one day locate him once more. Zara is still not quite right in the head as she tends to allow her mind to drift off, and has been known to take a peek or two into the mind's of others around her.\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nNotes:\n*Claimed color is teal\n*Non registered animagus is an otter\n*Patronus is an orca\n*Boggart is the faceless man laughing as her mother screams\n*Obsessed with tattoos\n*Speaks English, Swahili, Bantu and Niuean\n*Has thick New Zealand accent\n\nEmoery Corrigan\n - \"Seems very sad. And intriguing. And strangely has no sad memories even though everyone else is full of them. Definitely am keeping an eye on this one.\" \nIsadora Albescu Fuji\n - \"The woman is absolutely ghostly- but charming. Reminds me of my sisters.\" \nNichole Arminstance\n - \"Nickie is a fun one and is always able to make me laugh.\" \nFlorian Sabinov\n - \"Tall, dark, and dangerous? What girl can't swoon after that?\" \nKieran McMillan\n - \"Aww, a pup. Puppy pup pup. His fur can warm my toes any day of the week.\" \nVelvet Gertrude Moon\n - \"Bunny! Aw, bunny. Sweet bunny. Nice girl. Definitely my go to for my clumsy ways of breaking things.\"\nArthur Stone\n - \"Those eyes.\" Sigh. \"They remind of the crab nebula. All the browns and the greens...\" Sigh.\nNatalia J.DeVito\n - \"Girl is a major green thumb. Have you seen our gardens?\"\nAthos Du Vallon\n - \"Ah, he has the pet birds! I don't like birds. Weird with the wings. Flapping all the time.\"\nFelix Twycross\n - \"Oh, he's a saint. Seriously. I had gashed my forehead open one day and it was gory and oozy and yeah- there's not even a scar! Wanna see?\"\nSebastian Montague\n - \"Such a pretty man...But quiet. Very, very quiet. There's another galaxy beyond those eyes.\"\nThe Caretaker\n - \"Aww, he's such a sweetheart! I just wanna squeeze him all day.\"\nRichard Baar\n - \"Gloves. Such an odd name. Who would name their child Gloves? Poor kid. Oh, that's not his real name? Really? You sure?\" \nTariq Moham Lerius\n - \"He's too kind of a man to have such a confused soul. But, hey. Can never go wrong with a Russian!\""
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"value": "---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, \nThe earth, and every common sight, \nTo me did seem \nApparell'd in celestial light, \nThe glory and the freshness of a dream.\nIt is not now as it hath been of yore;— \nTurn wheresoe'er I may, \nBy night or day, \nThe things which I have seen I now can see no more\"\n\nHe spoke in a whisper from the book on his lap, a single tear falling from his amber eye. He closed the book of poetry and placed it upon the desk in front of him. The Caretaker spent all of his days within the ancient walls of the Mysterium Domum or at least, all the days he could remember. What came before he did not know. At times, during these quite moments of deep reflection that his mind is full but only for a second. Like leaves in the wind, memories envelop him but as just as swiftly as they arrive they depart to places yonder, places that he cannot reach. Getting to his feet, the quiet man moved onwards, taking with him his cleaning brush. \n\nThe evidence room was not his favourite room to clean but it was one that must be kept in perfect harmony lest the restless dead come a calling. The Caretaker entered with his brush and first made his way to a large mirror, wiping it down with the cloth from his pocket. Inside was not only his hideous reflection but the image of a family, a mother and two daughters, forever trapped. \"Miss Myrtle you look ravishing today as always. I brought this for the girls\" Reaching into his jacket, the Caretaker pulled out a YO-YO and threw it into the mirror where it soon appeared in the child's hand. \"Miss DeVito brought it back from a trip. I hope they like it\" He offered a broken smile, his hand coming up to touch his marble face in bashfulness, which soon turned to repulsion at his own visage. He turned away quickly.\n\nHe turned his attention to a small wooden box, wrapped in chains. The dybbuk box was a hell of a case, he remembered Master Barr coming home covered in cuts, bruises and severe lesions after his battle with the demon trapped inside. It was lucky that Master Twycross was there or things would've gone terribly wrong. He ran his cloth around the edges, avoiding the chain of silver as he did so lest he suffer a terrible burn.\n\nRobert the Doll stared at the lonely man with his terrifying button eyes, sealed away in his glass case. He was filled to the brim with dark and terrible magic, a monster that forced children to murder for him. A truly haunting case which frayed the edges of even Master Stone.\n\nA child's imagination can be a terrible thing, especially when that child happens to be a wizard. Glancing at the Dungeons and Dragons board game that sat on a nearby pedestal, the Caretakers eyes were once again filled with tears. He did not remember that particular case or anything before it. The patchwork sheet that was his memory would not allow him to see prior to that day where he awoke in pain, in a pool of blood on a hill in Yorkshire. Fear and terror overwhelmed him, he gripped his brush tight as he hurried from the evidence room, slamming the door shut behind him.\n\nIn another room he sat, the only room where he would find company on this day. He looked upon the faces on the wall, moving pictures of Regulators since passed. Thirty spaces had already been taken and with every face he looked upon, his heart would break all over again."
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"value": "Interacting with:\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nNatalia stepped aside, allowing Kieran to have his personal space again. The guy was such a hard nut to crack, regardless of how many times she tried to get him to loosen up a bit. But the fact of the matter is that it was in his nature to be detached, and changing a habit that old was simply next to impossible. Nonetheless, she would continue to strive for the unattainable, if only to show that she was still interested in working with him as much as the first day. \n\n\"Couples it is,\" she responded with a look of approval. His ideas were always good, and today was no exception. Even though Natalia had been Kieran's mentor when he first joined their organization, he had brought with him his intelligence and quick wit, and that was something she couldn't help but admire. She then looked past her partner over at Felix, who was more than likely planning how him and his group they were going to make their approach. He was one of her older friends there, and even though she trusted him with her life, she had never really shared her past with him, nor anyone else for that matter. Natalia took quick a look around, noticing everyone was still working out how they were planning to advance forward with the case. It was always a good idea to get as much detail into the cover story as possible.\n\n\"But can you please pretend to look happy that you're with me? Regardless of the fact that we're here purely out of concern due to these nasty rumors...\" she added, shifting her weight as she crossed her arms with a smile. She was only anticipating the day that Kieran would find a new partner, but he hadn't changed his mind yet so her company probably wasn't all that bad."
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"value": "Race: Seraph\nTrue Name (If Seraph or Squire): Flicker Kindle (Pmohsic Sowbmi)\nVessel (if Seraph): Fire Opal charm on Ter-Bius' Guillotine Blade\nGender: Female\nAge: 734\nHeight: 4'9\"\nWeight: 79 lbs.\nAppearance:\n\nPersonality: mature and demanding, towards those she deems worthy of her presence, but shy, timid, and secretly manipulative towards those she does not like\nWeapon: Pair of Orachalcum Gauntlets\nFighting style: Martial Assault Artes\nSeraphic Artes: \nDragon Dash- Kindle leaps slightly into the air and performs two horizontal kicks.\nEagle Dive- Kindle jumps above the enemy before rapidly shooting into the ground with powerful force, usually with the knee or foot first. This creates a short-range shock wave in the air, while setting the character up to continue the combo with a ground-based arte.\nDemolition Drive- Kindle first charges at her enemy, then assaults them with a series of punches.\nLucent Palisade- Kindle spins nearly horizontally, emitting light with her gauntlets that later travels a short distance ahead of her in the form of a wall.\nPiercing Blast- Kindle leaps into the air, briefly gathering energy into her hands that she later fires at her target in the form of a laser.\nSpirit Rush- Kindle draws her right hand back briefly, charging green energy into it, then quickly punches it with her right fist at the enemy, releasing a stream of light-blue energy following by a quick left punch that also releases a stream of energy.\nSundering Fury- Kindle first leaps into the air, then charges at her enemy, striking it. She then leaps again and performs a front-flip that sends a shock wave in front of her.\nLion's Howl- Kindle slams the target with extreme force, creating a blast of energy in the image of a lion's head, which forces all nearby enemies to be blasted away and knocked to the ground.\nDeadly Force- After a prolonged charge delay to draw in chi from the surrounding area, the user strikes forward with their palm to create a powerful blast, freezing all enemies' perception of time for a short duration. Although this attack requires a very significant amount of time for preparation, it is capable of dealing an unmatched amount of damage with a single strike.\nSword Assualt- Kindle bends as light focuses on her, then charges at her enemy, leaving a trail of light in her wake and slashing her right gauntlet widely to the right. It also grants her one stack of Iron Stance.\nBladerang Hurl- Kindle spins counterclockwise with her right arm extended and purple energy trailing behind it. She then performs a curved punch to the left, sending an arc of red energy ahead of her.\nShotstaff Blast- Kindle aims her right fist at her enemy, charging it with pink energy. She then fires a bullet that explodes upon impact with the enemy, and she is thrown back a bit by the strength of the bullet she shot.\nBlitz Bomb- Kindle conjures fiery wisps that concentrate on the enemy. Then they burst into a large dome of flames, able to send enemies into the air.\nFlare Vortex- Kindle conjures a fiery tornado that circles around the enemy. In a large radius around the enemy, the ground is set aflame, and fireballs launch upward from the burning area.\nLightning Blast- Kindle shoots several thunderbolts in a small arc in front of them.\nBurning strike- Kindle summons several flaming meteorites to rain down on the battlefield, successively striking the target with each meteorite and landing a few steps ahead of the previous one in a straight line.\n\nMystic Artes:\nInfinitia Soul- Kindle spins around once and hits the enemy into the air. She then becomes several beams of light and continuously hits the enemy several times. The lights then combine, and Kindle appears above the enemy. Finally, she then kicks the enemy down to the ground.\nVenom Strike- Kindle casually kicks the enemy into the sky, then focuses her power for several seconds, cracking the earth with the pressure. When the enemy falls back down, she throws a hay-maker that sends them flying into the distance.\nZero Dissolver- When this arte is used, Kindle summons several beams of light and directs them toward the enemy. After they successfully hit the enemy, Kindle jumps and changes into several beams of light herself and hits the enemy several times into the air. The beams then combine together into Kindle, and she finishes the enemy with with an uppercut.\nConcerto Infernus- Kindle begins the arte with her arms open wide, Her gauntlets emitting flmaes. She then spins, conjuring a flaming whirlpool beneath her, with wisps of fire circling her. She finishes the attack with a strong punch of her hand sending an arc of fire toward her enemy.\nBio:\n\nName: Ter-Bius\nRace: Seraph\nTrue Name (If Seraph or Squire): Suwdeok Scudimj\nVessel (if Seraph): Orachalcum Gauntlets\nGender: Male\nAge: 120\nHeight: 6'5\"\nWeight: 218 lbs.\nAppearance:\nPersonality:\nWeapon: Guillotine Blade \nFighting style:\n(Hidden or Seraphic) Artes:\nMystic Artes:\nBio:"
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"value": "Ter-Bius and Kindle had found themselves at the city of Cadnix after learning what a bad reputation the Earth Seraphs were getting. With a new war upon the planet between the Earth Empyrean and just about everyone else. Many Earth Seraphs were chosen as officers to lead an army of malevolence to spread terror and rid the world of Humans and any Seraphs that stood in their way. This meant towns and villages that would be destroyed, or natural disasters that weren't so naturally caused to effect the fertile land and change trade routes. Many towns and cities had begun to disrespect Earth Seraphs, even if they weren't involved, some of them even banning them all together. However, those that walk the path of Wind knew that most everyone was welcome as long as peace was kept. Kindle knew this and she figured this would be the perfect place to continue to live with her two younger brothers, Ter-Bius.\n\nNot long after arriving, Ter-Bius had found themselves at a bar, wanting to learn the new place and how well their alcohol selection sat with them. Taking a seat and ordering the same drink at the same time, they both sat and drink in unison. Like they mirrored each other to perfect choreography, they got many looks from those around the room, though just about everyone could tell they were Seraphs, not many knew why they behaved in such a manner. A beer or two in the boys conversation with each other was very in depth about their new life in the city of wind, hoping they wouldn't get a place that sat high about ground considering they both enjoy earth very much. A fair looking young lady sat adjacent to them at the bar, she was merely enjoying a drink, after work most likely but enjoying time to herself. They boys were just about ready to stand up when a sprite-ly blue figure seemed to make his appearance at her side.\n\nWater Seraphs were mostly respected as they were ones to help others before themselves, not to mention they were also the primary combatant of the Earth Empyrean's war. Ter-Bius went back to their drinks and continued the conversation until Ter happened to notice that she was becoming uncomfortable about the advances of the Water Seraph. A mere thought and Bius could see right through his brother's eyes. They both stood up and moved over to where the two were sitting. Standing behind the Seraph, Ter spoke first, \"Hey, let her be,\" Bius bumped in, \"She wants notin' todo with ya,\" \"So scram,\" \"Or we'll make ya,\" a hard accent leaving their voices as they took turns speaking in a rather scripted practice. The Water Seraph was not intimidated and quickly retorted with remarks of how Earth Seraphs were nothing but trouble. The boys continued they scripted play, starting with Bius this time, \"The only one causin' trouble is you,\" \"She'd like to enjoy her drink alone,\" they spoke in unison and leaned in towards man they towered, \"Without you.\" \n\nIt didn't take long for the bartender to see what could escalate and asked the commotion to be taken outside if that's where it was gonna go. The Water Seraph quickly agreed, not afraid of the two and expecting help from some people standing by seeing two Earth Seraphs pounding on a Water. They small fight started, though it was obvious that Ter-Bius stood a far greater chance, not just by numbers but by the fact that the man barely stood taller than their shoulders. With the man going after Ter first it quickly became a game of ping-pong as the boys simply pushed the man back and forth, not daring to lay a fist and pure rough house the guy out of being a jerk. Bius was the first to lunge forward, grabbing the man in a grapple and tossing him through the air only to be caught by Ter and smashed to the ground. Though not enough to break anything, and if he wasn't Earth-Tough there would sure be a bruise to last. \n\n\"TER-BIUS!\" and loud shout from a small person echoed the streets. A young bright red lady stood not far from the commotion. Kindle started to stomp her way to her younger brothers. Immediately the boy released the man, probably too weak to get up from a simple tackle, and stood up tall at attention, ready to receive any punishments they might be getting. The two were rather truly terrified of her, even though she stood much much smaller and posed little of a threat by appearance she still had a strong punch to knock them both out cold. \"ALLEYWAY! NOW!\" a fiery tone in her voice as she marched the men over and away from the streets to avoid any more unwanted attention. \"What did I tell you boys? We just got here and here you are making a scene in the middle of the street. Let alone a WATER SERAPH of all people.\" Ter-Bius had nothing to say, they knew they were told not to cause trouble but they couldn't help but come to aid the lady. The tension in the alley started to fade as Kindle sighed and let out a small flame from her single curl on top of her head. \"Honestly what am I going to do with you two?\"\n\nBius was the first to speak, \"Were sorry sis,\" \"Don't mean to cause ye trouble,\" \"We were just doin' what was right.\" Kindle smiled and stepped back leaning against the wall, \"I know I know, I'm sure what ever he did he deserved it, you guys never did anything aside from what was right, you're good people Ter-Bius, sorry you live in a time where the world hates you.\""
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"value": "Aliya felt a bit better now that she had a moment to herself. She had time to think of a plan. She knew she needed help and not from soldiers or the Celestials but people outside the war that were just as affected whether they realize it or not. Finding it would be another story. \nAliya heard a commotion just down the alley. She saw the little Fire Fae yelling at the twin Earth Fae. Normally upon hearing there was conflict between Water and Earth she would have gotten upset but this was a free city and she knew even Azurius's Generals could be pompous jerks. She was still a bit unnerved by being near Earth Fae though so she decided it'd be best to duck out but she hadn't moved since she had slumped down the wall and adrenaline has long since subsided. \n\"Ah! Hell! That hurts!\" She winced, letting out a loud groan of pain as her entire body ached. She noticed a few cuts on her arms and sides she felt the stinging sensation they had on her cheeks as well, \"And this was him holding back…\" She pouted childishly bitter again about her defeat. She almost forgot she wasn't alone and her cheeks turned a bit pink. Subtlety wasn't always her strong suit and she was trying to avoid conflict in the free city. She went to get up again so she could leave but she couldn't even manage that. She slipped on some trash and fell back hitting the wall and her body screamed out in pain.\n\"This is lame!\" Aliya yelled out of frustration. \"Today is not my day!\" She stopped caring about leaving and just lay in defeat. She put her hand up and waved it about a bit. \"Can I get a little help here?\" Even if they turned out to be working for Turfirius she was always ready to rumble she just needed a chance to heal herself."
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"value": "Age:12 mentally, IDK physically\nGender:Male\nRace:Anthropomorphic Toy Raccoon \nHomeworld:Winnie The Pooh \nKey-Weapon:Slingshot \nMagics:Flee and Steal \nD-Links:Lilo \nJob:Thief \nAppearance:An average looking raccoon toy, with a black and white \"mask\" over his eyes, a mostly light gray body with a white belly, and black-furred upper and lower paws. Is about as tall as Roo or Piglet.\nBrief History:Rascal was made by a factory machine, as most modern toys are. His stay in the toy shop he was placed in was brief, but he distinctly remembers the toys there bullying him for his shyness and social awkwardness, causing him to draw into himself even more. After being passed over a few times by a few kids, he was eventually bought by Madeline Robin, Christopher Robin's daughter, and was being brought over to The Hundred Acre Wood proper when he fell through a universe crack.\nOther:(Might as well do a brief personality here) Mischievous and sly. Acts cocky and brave, but is secretly still timid and shy. Calls people he doesn't like and his enemies \"losers\" as part of his facade. Wants friends more than anything, but isn't quite sure how to get them yet. Very insecure."
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"value": "Verik\n\nSwimsuit boy was the first to catch up with Verik, asking him why he would flirt up the Queen. Admittedly, he put on a bit of a performance back there, but he needed to get close to her to seal the pact. \"No need to be mean. She was pretty enough, in spite of her weird getup. I figure a woman as rich and powerful as her could only be this upset with some random forest girl if it was a matter of jealousy, so I thought she'd like it if I appealed to her vanity. Who knows? Maybe a boost to her self-esteem would be enough to make her forget about this whole thing. Either way, we're supposed to be undercover mercenaries, and that question back there made her suspicious. We wouldn't want the queen thinking we're questioning the legitimacy or morality of the job. Also, I just like making friends. All kinds of friends, really.\" Thinking back to his old friends in Florem, he had to admit, he missed them, even if they were jerks. The Queen was petty and vain... similar to a lot of his old friends, actually, but her throne room wasn't all that big despite the great riches available to her. Her actual throne was a bit gaudy, but it was only two steps above ground level. There was something more vulnerable and lonely in her conceit, and he could empathize. Of course, he wasn't about to excuse trying to kill some innocent girl because of mere insecurities, but being on good terms with bad people wasn't a bad thing, in his opinion.\n\nVerik stops to face Conner, holding his hand out for a handshake and giving him a friendly smirk. \"Speaking of which, would you like to be my friend?\""
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"value": "As the party seemed to bow and bid a hasty retreat, she called to them \"Oh, and i will give you a reward for the hearts of anyone who tries to protect her. She has already used her charms to corrupt a pair of the first mercenaries i sent after her. Nothing is as heinous as a traitor...\" She said. Kalak had the strange feeling she was staring at him when she said that. As soon as they closed the door behind them, her smile instantly turned into a frown. \"I have a feeling they are going be a thorn in my side...\" She sighed. Barely a few minutes had passed when there was a flash of light in the corner and Grimhilde stood up, staring a the being that had just appeared. \"Who are you, explain yourself.\" She demanded. The man that entered took a bow.\n\n\"Greetings, dear queen. Truly, the elegance, beauty and grace of someone such as you is matched only by... Well, me!\" the man laughed.\n\n\"You seem to presume much to come in here and make a claim to my throne of fairity.\" She said, her lips curling into a snarl as she raised her hand, seemingly ready to strike with her magics\n\n\"Then fear not, my queen, for i come to you with great tidings. You say that some of your mercenaries are having trouble killing this traitor, constantly being corrupted by her?\" Grimhilde's hand slowly lowered. \"Then allow me to introduce you to a new weapon in your arsenal. One that i give freely.\" A rhythmic stomping of many feet in unison was heard as Grimhilde's face curled into a curious smile. \"I presume them to be to your liking?\"\n\n\"Very much so...\" She smiled \"Go forth, my new soldiers and kill the wretch known as Snow White.\" She ordered.\n\n\"KILL!!!\" A chorus came in unison, before she watched her new army file out of another door towards another exit to the castle.\n\n****\n\nOutside, Kalak and the others gathered back in the courtyard. \"So, she's hiding something...\" Kalak sighed. \"But right now, all we have to go on is that girl and the longer we stand here, the closer those other mercs get to her.\" He jumped up on the well and struck an epic pose, whilst pointing out towards the woods. \"ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE!!!\" He jumped down and set off at a run towards the woods, hoping that the others would follow."
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"value": "\"Of course she's hiding something.\" said the Sorcerer, at last breaking his long silence. He wondered how long it would be before someone else had started to notice what he had noticed a while ago, \"And she's hiding it under the castle somewhere. I sensed it coming from somewhere below the throne room. Power. Real power. Not like the cheap smoke and mirrors tricks she was doing in the throne room.\" he reached up and adjusted his red coat a bit, also using the time to let them react however they would. But he wouldn't wait long.\n\n\"And best of all? I'm pretty sure I know what it is.\" he said with a cocky smirk, \"A mirror, magical of course. And if I'm right about it, one that possesses near omniscient levels of knowledge, and able to answer anything you ask of it with perfect accuracy. I assume you all realize the implications here?\" he glanced about at his current companions. Surely even the most clueless among them would make the connection. That a power like the mirror's could allow one to always know the movements and whereabouts and anyone they wish to track, among a myriad of other ways it could be used... or abused.\n\n\"I say the mirror should be our goal.\" he said flatly, \"For two reasons. First: We can probably use its power to locate the Princess, saving us the time it would have taken to search for her. And second: It would be in our best interests to ensure that such a power remains well out of the wrong hands, if you catch my meaning.\""
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"value": "Noticing that nobody was following, Kalak stopped as Canaan brought up some valid points about the current situation. \"Don't...\" Kalak laughed \"Don't want to be a negative nancy on this, but i'm hearing a lot of \"Pretty sure\" and \"If i'm right\"\" Kalak stated. \"Ok, she's got a lot of magical power in that castle somewhere. 1) We don't know for a fact what it is 2) even if it is an all knowing magic mirror, we don't know what's guarding it, could be powerful 3) If it is a magic mirror and its guards are weak enough for us to push through, we don't know it'll answer any of our questions. It might be inclined only for the queen herself. And whilst we're wasting time pushing through a lot of unknowns, that bug-guy and the skull-guy and whoever else is out there are still trying to kill that maiden.\" He shook his head.\n\n\"Our first priority is finding that princess and getting her safe, then we can storm the castle and deal with the magics in there. My point is, one of our goals is time sensitive, the other isn't. We should deal with the one we KNOW about first and deal with everything else later.\""
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"value": "Conner blinked, and gave Verik a look. He wasn't so sure how good of friends someone who was willing to hire mercenaries to kill someone just because they were prettier than her could be. This kid was weird for sure… But he was cute, Conner couldn't deny that! \"Um… yeah, sure dude.\" Conner returned the handshake, and followed the rest of the group.\n\nAs they were heading off, that guy in the red cloak suggested going after the queen's magic mirror. He wasn't wrong, he knew the story of Snow White, it had to exist somewhere… Even though he was always up for an adventure, even he thought that was a bad idea. Kalak thought so too, and brought up every reason why. \"Yeah, as much as I would love a little action, I agree with him. Unless that magic mirror can teleport us directly to her, we gotta keep the princess safe… Plus… uh… no offense bro, but you kinda give me bad vibes… I don't know what you're gonna do with that thing once we find it.\""
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"value": "After a short argument, the party had decided to search for the Princess and go back for the supposed mirror later. The forest was lush and thick, their first entrance seemed a little difficult with vines and other knotweeds preventing easy incursion. As they finally managed to find a way into the forest, the dense cannopy began to block most of the light, the photosynthesis-starved smaller branches and bushes grabbing at their clothes as if the claws of demons. Cio-Cio began to glow as a lightsource as the forest quickly began to look as if night had fallen. Finally it opened into what looked like a maze of paths. The Dreameater seemed to lead the way, seeming to sense the pure heart off in the distance.\n\nFollowing her down a path, they could each feel an evil presence emanating from further in. As they continued to walk, Kalak would quietly pick at the strings of the guitar. Suddenly, they would hear a familiar sound before a scream. \"What in the heck?\" The party set off at a run towards where the sound had come from. As they reached the clearing, they found the body of the green man they had met back at the castle, laying in a slowly expanding pool of blood, his chest impaled by several a large spears of wood. \"Ooooooh...\" Kalak winced. \"Who the heck did that to you?\" Cio-Cio slowly buzzed over to the body and began looking it over."
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"value": "Rascal\n\nRascal visibly gasped when he saw the green man, his eyes wide as he rushed over to him. The cocky facade was entirely gone as Rascal's entire body shook, wondering who would do such a thing.\n\n\"Is there anything we can do!?\" He asked, looking at Kalak and Cio-Cio."
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"value": "Verik\n\nVerik eyed the green man as he approached him. \"This is the same man who accepted the queen's offer without hesitation, I believe. As Kalak said, I don't think he's got a problem 'killing pathetic creature for money.' I bring this up because I can save him, but if I do, and the same thing happens to one of you, I won't be able to do it a second time. If I help him, he could become our enemy, and even if he doesn't, one of us may unknowingly be trading our lives for his. It's not as simple as self-sacrifice. Any lives we would have saved and any lives he will go on to take will be doomed by this choice, but the alternative is leaving him to die when we didn't need to. We don't have a lot of time before the decision is made for us, so let's go straight to a vote. Raise your hand if you think we should save him.\"\n\nVerik looks the others in the eye, one by one. It was quite sudden, but they needed to make a choice. He was quite reluctant to spend his only use of Raise on an enemy, but if they could make him an ally, or at least a friend, it would be worth it. He couldn't just do nothing, because when he uses it later, they'd ask why he didn't use it now. That being said, the idea of reviving the green man and being blamed for his choice down the line was scary, so he put it to a vote. This way, no matter what they decide, no one will hate him. It's the perfect plan.\n\n\"I will abstain.\""
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"value": "\"Who said anything about 'storming' the castle?\" retorted the Sorcerer with a scoff, \"Have none of you ever sneaked into any place before?\" he shook his head. The idea that someone like him would suggest using brute force was laughable, hysterical even. And of course they questioned his certainty about the mirror. Okay then, seemed it was time to spill the beans.\n\n\"I know all this because it exists as a fairy tale in the world I hail from. That's how I'm so certain about the Mirror and what it can do.\" he leaned in a bit for a hard gaze at shorter guy, \"And according to the story, the Mirror is a spirit that was enslaved and trapped in the mirror by the Queen. So if we were to... rescue it? Well you can probably guess how grateful it would be to us for saving it.\"\n\nBut that didn't seem to be enough. And now the would-be surfer dude was accusing him of giving 'bad vibes', as he put it. That made the Sorcerer's blood boil and he whirled around to glare at him, \"What I'm doing is looking at this from the bigger picture. So I'm sorry if that gives you bad vibes, 'bro'. What exactly do you think I would do with the Mirror? Lug it around with me everywhere I go? Don't be absurd.\" he rubbed his temples in frustration, \"Obviously my suggestion is to take the Mirror back to the old man. If he doesn't know a way to free the spirit, then he's sure to know someone else who does.\"\n\nBut despite his arguments and against all of Canaan's protests, the group voted to search for the maiden first. Canaan hung back as they walked, clearly having no desire to make this choice, \"Tch, this is why I hate Democracy.\" he muttered under his breath. It was also why he hated having to work with other people. If he'd been on his own he could have just gone with his own plan and not have to care about trying to pitch the idea to anyone else.\n\nBut as the group entered the forest, Canaan could almost immediately the smell the stench of a dead body somewhere deeper within. Soon they found it, the body of one of the mercenaries that had passed by them earlier. He was clearly dead, impaled on a bunch of tree branches and roots. And now suddenly it was turning into a vote on whether to try to help the poor fool or not. Great, another 'vote'. Because the last one went so well last time. Canaan rolled his eyes, \"Look, who cares? He's dead and gone, guy was probably an idiot anyway. And remind me again who it was earlier that was making such a big deal about not wasting our time?\" he shot a sideways glance over Kalak and Conner."
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"value": "\"I...\"\n\nRascal hesitated. On the one paw, leaving the guy dead felt cruel, wrong even. On the other paw, however, the guy was going to kill the Princess of Heart they were supposed to protect, and he didn't seem to be a very good person, either.\n\nHmm...\n\n\"I'll pass.\""
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"value": "Age: 35\nGender: Male\nFaction: Federation\nPersonality: Gruff, As a soldier most of his life he believes he has seen many terrible things. He never fought in a way but he has seen all of the video files on the old battles and that has made him a bit Cynical and Jaded.\nHistory: As a public figure many aspects of his history are known. He joined the Federation military at 18 and immediately went into the piots program. he was a gifted pilot and quickly rose through the ranks until he was selected to lead the Federation military. Commanding the Irish-Class battle cruiser Excalibur as well as being the primary Pilot for the XXXG-00W0 Wing Zero Gundam. He leads the Federation military from the Earthsphere itself rather than on the planet.\nMS/Gundam: XXXG-00W0 Wing Zero Gundam\n\n\n\nConstructed about 20 years before the first contact with Fukushu Zeon, The Wing Zero was built as a spiritual successor to both the original RX-78-2 and Unicorn Gundams respectively featuring a new system known as the ZERO System. During the design process, many of the design elements changed to fit the needs of both the ZERO System and the pilot, Aster Roman. These needs changed the intention from that of a spiritual successor to just another mobile weapon. During the initial testing of the ZERO System, the test pilots all suffered vivid hallucinations and this caused them to go through temporary bouts of insanity. After a short while, the only pilot left was Aster himself and after one near accident that caused the suit to punch a hole through the development center wall before Aster could reign it in, there have been no problems with the system and all seems nominal. The system itself functions by interfacing the pilot's brain directly into the suit's computer this allows the pilot to have an increased level of control over the suit as well as the suit predicting many if not all of the possible courses of action to lead to a victory."
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"value": "Gregory was in Hogs Heaven. The relics of wars past stood all around him. The stadium that the exhibition was taking place in was one of the largest in the earth-sphere, with the Amuro Ray memorial museum attached to the back of it. Advent was the only space colony to ever host the Olympic Games. The ZZ Gundam stood to attention at one end of the field, whilst other gundams stood around it. Through the large doors, other Gundams were being slowly marched by the staff of the museum. He walked around with a big grin on his face, taking photo's with his 3 Haro's. \"Hey, Red, get a good one with me and the ZZ.\" He called as he finally got to the front of the que to get their pictures taken. The little robots mouth opened and a camera popped out, He picked up the other 2 Haro's and held them up. There was a click and he put them back down. He was shooed away as other people came to get their pictures taken. He continued to walk.\n\n\"AMURO! AMURO!\" The green Haro chirped as a child approached it. He had already programmed the names of the Whitebase crew into his Haro's, so it came as no shock to him, but the child looked utterly shocked.\n\n\"IS THAT THE REAL ONE?!?!?\" The child screached.\n\n\"Yup, found him on a trip to Earth.\" He lied. \"I stole it from the Museum in Odessa.\"\n\n\"MUMMYYYY!\" He ran off screaming. \"MUMMY, ITS THE REAL HARO, CAN I HAVE A PICTURE?!?!?\" Greg grinned as he had made someone happy.\n\n\"GREG, YOU LIE! GREG, YOU LIE!\" Chirped the blue one.\n\n\"Yeah, but it keeps the kids happy.\" He replied to it. The childs mother saw straight through it and took the child by the hand, leading him to the rest of the family, much to the childs protest. \"Well, you win some you lose some.\" He sighed.\n\n\"YOU LOSE A LOT.\" Red chirped.\n\n\"Thank you, spam-can.\" Greg frowned. \"Remind me to take the lump hammer to you when we get home.\n\n\"REMINDER SET!\" It responded. At that point, Greg noticed one of the more advanced Haro's that belonged to the museum floating around. He approached it.\n\n\"Excuse me, do you know when the Zeta Gundam will be out? It's one of my favourites.\" The Haro looked at him.\n\n\"The current time is 12:13pm, the Zeta is due to come onto the field at 1:00. The re-enactments involving the Zeta Gundam today are as follows: Zeta vs ZZ, 2:00. Zeta vs MKII, 3:00. Gundam Vs Zeta. 4:00\" It said in a much more natural voice than Gregs primitive Haro's.\n\n\"Alright, thanks.\" He replied. \"Come on, guys, let's... Head inside...\" He stammered as he began running toward the back of the stadium, where the museum was located. The Haro's rolled after him in single file. As he entered the building, he was passed by a man and a woman in sunglasses. He held the door for them.\n\n\"Thanks.\" One of them mumbled as they entered into the stadium pitch. Greg gave him a strange look, but he held the door as the Haro's rolled through. He followed them into the halls and saw several engineers working on one of the RX-79's. He went through several rooms until he found the Zeta Gundam stood in it's dock. He ran over to the guard who stood next to the rappel up to the cockpit.\n\n\"Hey, Martan.\" He called. Martan smiled.\n\n\"Greg. And what harebrained scheme are you up to today?\" He asked. Greg reached into his pocket and retreaved a small plastic box.\n\n\"I need 5 minutes in the Zeta's Cockpit.\" He opened the container and showed Martan the contents. \"Mum's Raisin and Walnut cookies.\" Martan looked at them.\n\n\"You serious?\" He asked.\n\n\"Oh come on.\" Greg huffed, throwing his arms up. \"I need this for the next meet. I said i'd get some pictures of the inside of the Zeta's cockpit.\"\n\n\"And if those show up anywhere, then my boss knows you got past me.\" Martan laughed. He then put a finger on his chin. \"Alright, tell you what.\" He whispered, taking the box of cookies. \"I'm going on piss-break. In 5 minutes, i'm throwing you and the bots out into the stadium. Greg put his fist up and Martan pushed his fist into it. Martan walked away, before Greg put his foot into the rappel's harness and grabbed the rope, the Haro's little hands reached out and grabbed on as the 4 were lifted up to the cockpit. Greg had a big, cheesy smile on his face.\n\n\"Holy... Moly...\" He giggled. \"Guys look at it.\" He exclaimed \"Guys, get some pictures.\" He said, the Haro's opened their mouths and started taking photo's. Greg leaned in and got a photo of him smiling, upside down, in front of the chair. He then turned his head up. He sat down in the pilots seat and pressed a button. The suit's systems came to life. The console flicked up between his legs. \"Oh crap...\" He gasped. \"Quick, guys, get a picture.\" He then saw the camera's turn on and he could see the outside. Looking down, he saw a woman in sunglasses approach Martan.\n\n\"Excuse me, let me through.\" The woman said.\n\n\"Wow, hold your horses, what's going on?\" he asked.\n\n\"I'm piloting the Zeta today.\" she said, showing him a card.\n\n\"Oh... Ok... Ummm...\" Martan laughed as he scratched the back of his head. \"Look, cleanup crews are still working on it, can you come back in, like, 5 minutes?\" He asked. The woman looked at here watch, before pulling out a silenced pistol and shooting him 3 times in the chest. Gregory's heart stopped dead as he saw his father's friend being cut down like his life had meant nothing to the woman. He didn't know whether to scream for help or remain silent. He daren't say a word for the following moments as the world stopped dead in its tracks.\n\n\"NASTY! NASTY!\" Blue piped up, immediately, a shot rang out, aimed into the cockpit of the Zeta.\n\n\"FUCK, DON'T KILL ME!!!\" He screamed, his arms flailing, as if his hands would stop a bullet before it reached his face. He pushed a button and the cockpit closed. \"HELP, SOMEONE, MARTAN'S BEEN SHOT!!!\" He yelled, before blindly pressing buttons on the console. He hit the intercomm \"HELP, SOMEONE!!!\" He screamed. The woman cursed as she ran out of the room, she held her wrist to her mouth.\n\n\"All units, Code Purple, Civ has taken control of Zeta. Begin operations immediately. Repeat. Begin operation immediately.\" At that point, on the Stadium Pitch, the Gundams that were on display began to move. Their Verniers roaring to life and they took into the air, there was a murmer of confusion, combined with a hoorah from some of the people in the stands, hoping that the show had started early. The Gundam, 2 Gundam Mk II's (One in AEUG colours, the other in Titan's colours), the ZZ Gundam, and an RX-79 as well as a Dijeh and a Gelgoog in Char's Colours soared into the airspace of the Colony. The ZZ Transformed into flight mode whilst the RX-78 landed atop its frame with the AEUG MKII and they shot off towards the gate.\n\n\"Umm... Hello!!\" Greg said, pressing the call-button on the Zeta's controls. \"Umm... Mayday, mayday, we have a...\" He hit his head trying to think of the correct terminology. \"2-003 (Hijacking) at The airshow. Ummm... We need a... Crash-cart, at least 1... Fuck it, look, my name is Gregory St James, some psycho bitch just shot my friend. You got to send help. NOW!\" He called into the comm."
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"value": "Captain Cadogan...I still can't get used to that. Rob gave a lax salute to his superior and headed for the holding room. On the way people would stop what they were doing to give him a salute, something that he just found silly. The operation of the ship was more important that some outdated military courtesy. After smiling and waving away some of the formalities he found himself staring out across the hanger that had the assault teams suits in it. There were varying styles of mobile suit but it was his own that his eyes were drawn to. \n\nBased on a very old model known as the Kshatriya, the Mabinogi features much of the same equipment but with modern and updated versions. The agility for such a bulky suit is almost unparalleled but it is it's offensive capabilities that truly make it fearsome. Able to deploy twenty four high powered funnels, six beam sabers, two machine cannons and twelve mega particle cannons mean that there is something for every occassion. In the case of this impending mission however, the majority of it's arsenal was off limit. \n\nThe chief engineer approached Robert and gave him a nod. \"Captain, the suit is ready whenever you want to get into it.\" With a smile and a nod Rob responded. \"Cheers for the update chief. I'm glad that you're the one whose been looking after my baby.\" The engineer laughed before tapping Rob on the shoulder and returning to his duties. With the prep on his suit complete Robert moved to a nearby communicator and began to speak over the ships communications. \"This is Captain Cadogan. All suit pilots to the hangar and prepare for deployment. Let's go and say hello to the Federation. Cadogan out.\""
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"value": "Recent picture of Captain Stojan Markovic (Right), and his second, Lieutenant Zlatan Milosevic (Left).\nSpecies: Human\nFaction/Unit: Rebel Alliance/412. 'Viteska' Company (Independent partisan company currently shadowing the 7th Uslam Liberators Regiment)\nLocation: Uslam Wilderness near Lorya\nRole: Captain of 412. 'Viteska' Company of the Uslam Sector Force.\n\nNOTE: 412. 'Viteska' Company is looking for members. Take a gander at the roles and post your character accordingly.\n* 412. 'Viteska' Company [52 personnel]\n\n\t+ 1. Section\n\t\n\t\t- Captain Stojan Markovic, Commanding [Blaster Pistol]\n\t\t- Lieutenant, Executive [Blaster Pistol]\n\t\t- Staff Sergeant, Senior Enlistedman [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Corporal, Radio Operator [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Corporal, Combat Medic [Blaster Pistol]\n\t\t- Seven Privates [Rifle].\n\t+ 2. Section\n\t\n\t\t- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Corporal, Executive [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Lance Corporal, Automatic Rifleman [Repeating Blaster]\n\t\t- Private, Assistant Automatic Rifleman [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Eight Privates [Rifle].\n\t+ 3. Section\n\t\n\t\t- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Corporal, Executive [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Lance Corporal, Automatic Rifleman [Repeating Blaster]\n\t\t- Private, Assistant Automatic Rifleman [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Eight Privates [Rifle].\n\t+ 4. Section\n\t\n\t\t- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Corporal, Executive & Assaultman [Blaster Rifle + Launcher]\n\t\t- Lance Corporal, Heavy Machinegunner [Blaster Rifle + E-Web]\n\t\t- Private, Assistant Heavy Machinegunner [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Eight Privates [Rifle].\n\t+ Company Victor (Vehicle) Pool\n\t\n\t\t- A-A5 Speeder Transport 'Crvena'\n\t\t- Corporal, Driver [Blaster Pistol]\n\t\t- Private, Gunner [E-Web]\n\t\t- Sergeant, Crew Chief [Blaster Rifle]\n\t\t- Capacity of 25."
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"value": "Secondary Imperial Command Center\n\nThe command center was abuzz with activity, it had been ever since the resistance started. Yet before it was done in a much more controlled area from the command center at the heart of Uslam, the capital city of Lorya. But due to the cunning plan of Corvall using uslam miners to dig their way underneath outer defenses where sappers placed explosives, all essential personnel were evacuated here. Tensions were running high, the entire planet was in open revolt with imperial forces spread thin. Furthermore, the secondary ICC, was used to facility more military actions rather than administrative duties. It also didn't have the accommodations for all the additional personnel causing an overcrowding issue, yet none dared openly speak out about it having served under the colonel for awhile now.\n\nJasper hunched down over the holopad that showed the planet with large red blips of rebel activity. Jasper zoomed in specifically over Lorya with a large red dot, his eyes narrowed his as if own failure seemed to spit him in the face. \n\nIn the Moff's absence intelligence had revealed that the Prime Minister, and his administration were involved in rebel activity. Under Jasper's mentor, the now Grand Moff of the outer rim who introduced his own doctrine of fear. Jasper acted accordingly, he order a public execution which was screened over the holonet to the entire planet. Jasper informed the planet of what crimes the men and women had committed and the penalties for committing such acts, which was death. When the shots were first fired the planet was quiet for a mere moment. After the transmission ended reports came from all over about insurgents starting fights with imperial troopers and even from the command center in Lorya, beams of light could be seen in the distance. Jasper was slightly worried but knew of nothing which could breach the outer defense of the CC, nor did he believe the insurgents had the supplies to carry on for long. But within hours Jasper noticed the attacks continued and by the time the sappers blew the outer defense, he called an immediate evacuation of the city to the Secondary command center. All the while he sent a report to both the Moff and Grand Moff about the incidents occurring on uslam.\n\nNow he stood here at his lowest point but didn't let that deter him. Reports had already been coming back from the more of the remote regions of the planet were beginning to fall and a report was just received that the Moff and her envoy were enroute meaning the insurgents time was numbered."
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"value": "Hunter Squad\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nShe could hear them in the distance, speedbikes of scout troopers as they made their way to analyze rebel control of Lorya, her thermal binoculars zoomed in on them as they made their way through the snowy plains of the planet. Even after the liberators took the planetary capital, the Empire was very eager to go about and get all the information they wanted. Kle lowered her binoculars and pulled up her rifle, leading her shots. The very audible sound of her rifle going off indicated her shot, and it struck true as it caught one of the scouts in the side.\n\nThose troopers were only about 900 meters out, still in the optimal range of her rifle, and in sight enough for her to see the trooper fly off his bike only for it spin out of control and explode when it hit the ground. Kle let out a sinister laugh as she slowly began to move out of her hiding spot in the rocks. She could see the other scout leaving the area, possibly out of panic or simply wanting to draw her out, however she did see him turn around to speed back to his friend. A grave mistake as this time her bullet met his head, a more aimed shot than the last. \n\nCycler rifles were effective against most infantry these days as most armor was designed against blaster shots and not high velocity metal. Regardless, she moved forward, keeping her Cycler at the ready as she moved towards her prey. \n\nAs she drew near she could hear the injured scout moaning in pain and gripping his side where her round had entered. Kle then stood over him, \"Imperial, your death will give me the scorekeeper's blessing, yes!\" Her tone was that of a sadistic killer, which was true given she took great pleasure in the hunt. The scout raised one of his hands and pleaded, \"Please don't kill me! I'm just doing my job!\" However his words meant nothing to her as she pulled out her vibroknife and crouched next to him, her massive hand ripped the helmet off of him and she could hear the imperial command he was in contact with telling him to report.\n\n\"I shall make it swift, no pain,\" her voice stated, before her knife went through his temple to end him instantly. Kle looked over at the helmet, still hearing the commanding voice, she walked over and picked up the helmet. \"Both dead, send more so that I may collect more points,\" she told the voice before crushing the helmet with both of her hands. \n\nThe trandoshan made her way back to her hiding spot where two of the liberators were still lying in wait like she had told them. \"You're a good shot,\" one of them laughed, a young one, Michroy. The other, a much older man who was likely in his fifties nodded his head in agreement. \n\n\"We move back to the city. Before curious artillery hit the area, if they can,\" she told them before pulling out a communicator, she sent a message through to what was to be her command for the time being. \"Two scouts killed, Hunter Squad reporting back to Lorya soon.\"\n\nThe two picked up their rifles and began to follow her through the snow to a hidden repulsor sled to make their way back to Lorya which was only a few minutes away."
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"value": "Corte I\nGrolsk Reserve\n\n---\n\n\n\nCorte ejected the A280's power cell and inserted another, back pressed up against the sandbags. At least, against what little of them remained.\n\nHer position had been eviscerated in the initial exchange, crimson bolts tearing through the meagre fortifications she and her squad had prepared. The roof they'd put up for their makeshift shelter was gone, and the occasional flake of snow fell on the open foxhole. Bodies littered the floor of the shelter. Only she and Vash were still on their feet. A third soldier, a young human male whose name Corte couldn't recall, laid on the floor, tying his leg with a tourniquet. \n\nThe Falleen peered through one of the portholes they'd dug out, face strained and dark hair matted with blood. \"No visual,\" Vash said, lowering his carbine. Corte nodded.\n\n\"Sergeant Glaato, do you copy?\" she asked, raising her wristcomm to her mouth. No response. The silence was tense. \"Sergeant, come in.\" \n\n\"Lieutenant Adala,\" a rough voice responded over the sound of blasterfire, \"this is Glaato.\" \n\n\"Report, now,\" she ordered.\n\n\"We're under fire. Two wounded,\" the Nikto replied. \"Do we have orders?\"\n\n\"We're following standing orders, Sergeant, hold your position,\" Corte answered. \"I'm bringing my squad to you. Adala out.\"\n\n\"We're moving?\" Vash asked.\n\n\"Can't stay here,\" Corte answered, gesturing to the squad's devastated defenses. \"If we take another engagement like that we're all dead.\" She moved to the fallen soldier and offered her hand. He took it, and she pulled him to his feet. \"What's your name, Private?\"\n\n\"Josko,\" he answered. \"Jasko Bravic.\"\n\n\"Private Josko Bravic, can you walk?\" Corte asked. \n\n\"I think so.\"\n\n\"You don't really have a choice,\" she said grimly. \"Lean on me, we need to move now.\"\n\nThey made their way out of the shelter and into the open, forested field of the Grolsk Reserve. With Private Josko unable to walk easily unassisted, they moved slowly. Vash took point as they moved from tree to tree, keeping as low as they could and moving as quickly as they could while in the open. Glaato's position was a kilometer or so from theirs, and they could hear the blasterfire in the distance. And then, very suddenly, it was much closer. \n\nViolent red-orange light was joined by the crisp smell of ozone as blaster bolts flew. Josko screamed as a bolt caught him in the side. The three rebels went to ground behind a wide tree as they took fire. Corte laid Josko against the tree as Vash returned fire. The private was unresponsive. She checked his pulse, and found it perilously weak. \n\nCursing, she joined Vash in defending the position. The Falleen did not shoot wildly. With a blaster in hand, Vash was a predator. Each squeeze of the trigger was well-chosen, precisely timed, lethal. Corte, stock to shoulder, peered around the other side of the tree. A squad of snowtroopers, now less a few soldiers, were scrambling for cover, replying with wildly inaccurate fire in their haste. \n\nShe lined up her sights, held her breath, and squeezed the trigger."
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"value": "First Shot - Phase Line Alpha, Grolsk Wilderness Reserve - 4:37 AM\n\n---\n\n\nAs the sound of shots lingered in his ears among the newfound silence, Stojan made his move. He was in his trench, dug into the snow and connected to the First Section's, his headquarters's sections, shelter. Dug shallow but large enough for a crouching partisan to take cover in, it was inconspicuous, and seemingly that aspect had shown. The first phase line had gone off with relative success, an encroaching squad of stormtroopers eliminated by part of the 7th Uslam Liberators, the far off moans of the wounded all to remind of what losses they had taken.\n\nThe shots had come from their right, one of the other companies of the 7th. He'd known that it'd only be a matter of time before the Imperials shelled the whole grid square. And he didn't dare wait when the word was passed down the line that Phase Line Alpha was being abandoned. He snuck along his section's trench, clutching a DL-44 in his right hand, and a fusion lantern turned to the lowest output in his left. He came behind his second in command, a good friend, Lieutenant Milosevic, who sat staring idly at a manual clock by moonlight. Stojan spoke quickly but clearly, in a whisper-yell tone. \"We're abandoning the phase line. Have the RTO inform the Colonel. And get a runner, I want all sections out of these trenches and to Phase Line Bravo in no more than ten minutes.\"\n\nAnd suddenly, fire erupted far off, much further right than the last. Another engagement. Stojan took his leave from the Lieutenant, ducking into the section's shelter and stepping over bedrolls and cots strewn on the permafrost dirt, coming to his own paired with his rucksack. He expertly packed them all, slinging the rucksack with attached bedroll across his shoulder as other personnel around him did the same. As they all exited their shelter and dragged their bulky, snowsuit-clad bodies out of the trench, one of the Privates trailed behind, laying a detonator fuse into a wireless detonator. The mines that laid just under their trenches and on the roof of their shelter were armed.\n\nThey moved in columns by section through the pitch dark forest, ever wary of the far-off blaster fire as they trudged along, making idle corrections of direction with their compasses as they moved. The columns were dark, and silent, each section dragging their repulsorlift snow sleds behind them, with only the section leaders having their lanterns deployed, and not for light, only just to guide their sections.\n\nFirst a pop as they trudged, thought as just a large branch cracking under the weight of trudging feet, but the ensuing flurry of red bolts proved otherwise, sailing over their heads. Repulsorlift sleds were deactivated and used as cover, the trees being cut and lit aflame for moments as falling snow snuffed the blazes. Fire from A280s and DH-17s answered, garbled encrypted speech from advancing stormtroopers putting pressure on the partisans.\n\nSomething needed to be done, and Stojan was mulling the thoughts as he was face down in the snow. He turned over, proclaiming in the native Uslam tongue. \"Make a tactical withdrawal! I want the Second Section to lead, Fourth follows! First and Third, put out cover fire!\" And he himself sprang to his knees, extending his DL-44 with one hand and aligning the sights."
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"value": "Age: 211, to his best estimate\nHeight: 6'2\"\nWeight: 192 lbs\nRace: Vampire\nBirthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)\nShort Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the \"demons\" for a living.\n\nFor nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.\n\nUnbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as \"superior beings,\" they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.\n\nWhen he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.\n\nFor Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.\n\nOf course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion."
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"value": "Vail was learning quickly that the Moncourier clan was much more brazen than most of the vampires he'd gotten to know in his lifetime. Comparatively, only Sylvia was as loose with her tongue around people she didn't know well, and even she was careful not to offend. His own family was usually quieter and less involved in each other's personal lives. It was a change that he wasn't sure how he felt about yet, since he wasn't used to other people knowing about and commenting on his relationships, but at least it was better than the scorn he'd received from his parents. If giving up a little privacy meant they would have some support from the French clan, then he could put up with the occasional cheeky comments from Francois and James.\n\nAs he left the lounge and walked to the bedroom with Victoria, he quirked a brow at her remark about Sylvia. \"'Wise' isn't a word I would have expected to hear you use to describe her. Now I'm very curious to know what it was that she said to you during your talk.\" Despite his frequent jokes at his old friend's expense, he knew that Sylvia could be a gifted advisor. She'd counseled him on more than one occasion, even when she'd learned that he'd fallen for someone that his father didn't approve of. The Macey heiress with bold and level-headed, but he didn't know what Victoria would have asked her about that required her advice. Apparently she wasn't going to tell him either, because she was quick to chase her first comment with a question that changed the subject.\n\n\"No, but I am a little worried that she told you more than she should have,\" he returned her smile, enchanted as always by the way her lips pulled upward and brightened her face. It was good to see her so expressive after a week of lifelessness.\n\nFollowing her into the bedroom, he closed the door behind him and began unfastening the top buttons of his shirt. In a week of veritable isolation, he'd reverted back to his nocturnal rhythm and was usually wide awake at night, but he cared more about making up for lost time with Victoria than he did about keeping himself entertained with activities until dawn. Even if she spent the entire night sleeping, he planned to stay by her side, dozing or perhaps reading a book by candlelight so she wouldn't be alone.\n\n\"Of course,\" he said when she asked for his help untying her corset. Abandoning his partial work of unbuttoning his shirt, he stepped over to her and loosened the straps at her shoulder blades. As the dress came away from her body, his hazel eyes slid over her ivory skin. If it was possible, she seemed even more flawless than she had been when she was a human, and he couldn't help but trail his fingers over her smooth hips. During their time together, he'd grown addicted to more than just the taste of her blood. Although they were not yet married, he was also hooked on the sight of her bare body and the sweetness of her pheromones.\n\n\"I must say I agree with your mother,\" he said softly, taking a step closer to hover by her ear while he wrapped his arms around her midriff. \"Becoming a vampire suits you, Victoria.\""
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"value": "Victoria chuckled at Vail's quip about Sylvia not being considered wise. \"Don't be so paranoid. Nothing bad was said about you.\" She explained as he helped her out of her dress. She didn't feel as cold from the colder air as the fabric came away from her skin. \"I was just curious about the female vampire breeding cycle and what to expect. After all, I wouldn't want to have any surprises in the future. Well…not until I'm married at least…\" She mused playfully. Then thoughts about a wedding crossed her mind. How his father would not give them his blessing to wed. That was even if Vail wanted to, he had many other things to think about.\n\nEven though they were unmarried, they had shared a lover's embrace for a while now and had sinned with the matters of the flesh. She didn't really let that affect her faith. She knew it felt right and it was because she loved him so she felt like they didn't have to justify being wed in order to make love. \"We also spoke abo-…\" she was cut off the moment his fingers traced her curves. Her body still reacted the same way as when he had first touched her. \n\nShe exhaled deeply and enjoyed his voice near her ear and arms around her waist. His voice always sent tingles down her spine. His hands no longer felt as icy cold now that her body was the same temperature as his. She leaned her bare back into his torso and her head against his shoulder, sinking further into his embrace. She found him irresistible still. \"You really think so?\" She smiled warmly as he complimented her new vampiric form. \"How do you feel now you can no longer drink my blood?\" She enquired curiously and nuzzled the top of her head underneath his chin."
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"value": "\"I see,\" Vail mused contemplatively when Victoria finally confessed what she and Sylvia had been talking about. It was a valid thing to be concerned about, and even he had no idea what a breeding cycle would be like for a human-turned-vampire. He knew enough about females of his own born kind to consider himself at least decently educated, but he didn't want to assume that his lover would operate the same way when he had no evidence to back it up. The tome he'd left in London would be a valuable asset to them if James was able to find it and bring it north. With any luck, it would contain some of the answers they were looking for within its many pages.\n\nAt the mention of marriage, he planted a kiss on her cheek. \"That shouldn't be a hang up for much longer,\" he murmured in her ear. Despite his parents' lack of approval, he knew what he wanted, and he wasn't going to allow them to be the reason he didn't propose to the Crest heiress. He was still planning to speak with them in one last effort to change their minds, since he did desire their support, but ultimately, it was his decision to choose who he would marry. Plus, he already had her family's consent. Her mother had made it clear that she just wanted her daughter to be happy, and even her estranged relatives were obviously in favor of their union. They weren't on an island of their own without anyone on their side, so he felt confident in his intention to ask her to be his wife as soon as the timing felt right.\n\nAddicted to the way she responded to his machinations, a smile formed on Vail's lips when Victoria leaned into his chest. \"It's a relief,\" he answered her question honestly, idly exploring her bare body by touch while he spoke. \"I enjoyed drinking your blood, but I enjoy you more for your company. Now that I'm not distracted by the urge to bite you, I can focus on all the aspects I like the most…\" With the sultry remark, he swept an arm behind her knees to pick her up and carry her over to the bed. There was a part of him that knew he was going to miss the effects of her blood when he came down from the high of draining her completely one week ago, but until the withdrawal hit, he was glad that he could be with her without the nagging desire to sink his fangs into her neck. For now, he only cared about celebrating the fact that she'd come back to him from death.\n\nLaying her down, he hovered over her and pressed his lips to hers, eager to take advantage of the fact that they were finally alone. He'd been waiting for most of the evening to have her to himself, and he wasted no time unfastening the rest of the buttons on his shirt and tossing the garment onto the floor."
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"value": "Victoria swooned in Vail's arms as he kissed and caressed her body. Even though she was now a vampire herself, this man still had the power of seduction over her. She smiled as he kissed her cheek and reassured her that she wouldn't have to wait too long for the subject of marriage to crop up more seriously. It gave her hope for their future. Maybe he could still get through to his parents? If they could only see how happier she made their son.\n\nBut now was not the time to worry about such issues, not when they were finally alone together after Victoria had come back from the dead. Leaving her mortal life behind. She had a long life with Vail to look forward to. She was glad he was honest about her blood no longer being a distraction. She was concerned, in part, that Vail only wanted her for her blood. However, with that worry set aside, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She loved the way he explored her body as if he had really missed her. \n\nHis sultry remark only emboldened her to tease him back. \"Oh? And what aspects of me do you like the most, Vail?\" She mused playfully as he picked her up and carried her bridal style to the bed. A four-poster bed with purple drapery surrounding it. As he hovered over her and planted his lips upon hers, her hand swept to the back of his head and ruffled through his blonde hair. She kissed him back passionately as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Finally, skin to skin again and eager to show each other love. \n\nAs they broke the kiss for air, she smirked up at him. \"You do know it is frowned upon to have sex before marriage?\" She teased and pulled his head back down so he could meet her lips once more. She didn't care much for tradition right now though, she had missed him whilst she slept and revelled in the fact it was a miracle that she was even here. And she intended to enjoy her new found life with the man she loved."
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"value": "Age: 45\nRace: Human\nDescription: \n\nHe stands at 6'2\", a tower of years of built up muscle. He wears a dark earthen blue tunic over a white linen three button pullover shirt. He wears a pair of black shorts(under his pants) and a pair of dark gray hosen(medieval style pants). He'll wear a chain mail shirt and these pauldrons\n \nadditionally he'll wear leather knee and shin armor.\nHe wears a small gray hood and a bear fur cloak.\n\nWeapons: He wields a large crude looking war hammer and a falchion. Additionally, he has one small crude throwing axe.\n\nBiography: Hugh was once part of a great order of paladins. They had much land and ruled with wisdom. Their lands were prosperous and fertile. Many were jealous of their lands, but no one had the courage enough to take on the great and Noble order. Their paladins were fierce and formidable fighters. They all stood higher than 6' and were towers of muscle. They were truly terrifying men. But they were brought down under scandal. Fabricated accusations about them stealing their riches and enslaving other groups of people for labor. The scandals kept growing until they were set upon by every surrounding nation. They stood no chance. Many were killed, only a few escaped. \n\nThey have been long since forgotten, after being hunted for almost two decades, and killed off, until it was concluded that they were finally extinct. Hugh hid among tribes of barbarians to survive. The tribe was good to him, making him one of their own. He had built a life of simplicity. Some warring between other tribes would often end with them being brutalized and then integrated. Hugh had found the love of his life among one of the taken tribes. He had a few sons and lived very happily, until they were set upon by a purge of the \"savages\". \n\nHugh's tribe was wiped out and he was orphaned once again. He had brutally killed all the \"civilized\" army he could, but it was too late. His tribe was all gone, along with his family.\n\nHe became a wanderer, and left to find life as a mercenary.\n\nDemeanor/Attitude: Neutral Good. He mixes the bearing of a barbarian and a paladin. He fights like a barbarian and a demon, but talks and has the manners of a paladin.\n\nOther: I'll add stuff as we go on."
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"value": "The night seemed to go on forever, until finally light began to break from the horizon. Giving a golden hue to the sands as the sun began its climb. Vivian shifted her gaze from it and away. Her eyes could never get used to that kind of light so suddenly. Hopefully as she traveled on the surface her eyes would some how get used to it. Ellis saw this as he sat next to her on the wagon. \n\n \"Let me take over for awhile until your eyes adjust.\" He said. He took the reins form her hands letting her rest awhile. Oddly dispite the orb and everything she began to drift into sleep. She let her head rolled to her right. It rested upon the halflings head her silver hair flowing around him. Ellis, with a hand brushed the hair from his face and he looked over at her about to say something. However, with her angle and his he could almost see down through her cleavage and he looked away instantly. He sighed and decided to let it go. \n\n \"Well aint I in a pickle...\" He said, mostly to himself. The sun gave the observer a better look at her face. Drow were no different from their surface cousins. Each one just as beautiful as the last. The darkness often hid these features due to their skin being so dark. Ellis shift and tried to position Vivian in a way it wouldn't be uncomfortable for both him and her. \"Of all the times to sleep she picked this one.\"\n\n His thoughts lingered on the orb though. It was almost a emerald green and too bad it was evil. He would have loved to stuff it along with belongings. However, he doubted it was actually valuable, unlike the actual gem. He sighed and looked back to see the others were rather concerned with it. What made it more concerning though was when both Bjoric and Artos practicly said it was evil. He then turned to look back towards their destination only to see something in the distance. He could see something sparkle, a red kind of sparkle.\n\n It looked like they were not the only ones hit by the Gnolls it would seem. As they got closer he saw one figure sitting against a rock. Blood all over the place, whether it belonged to him or not was yet to be determined. Every inch they got closer his features were more and more detailed until finally it was revealed. It was an orc. Judging from the weapons laid about he did fight some body. Ellis turned his head around to the others.\n\n\"Something up ahead, looks like a orc. He looks like he was in a big fight, no other corpses can be seen ,so I think that green orb sucked up what foes he had.\" He said. \n\n There were only six weapons strewn about the small battle field. Blood covering the sands. The weapons were three war axes and three long swords. The orc was holding his left side, his helmet right beside him. He was covered in the blood himself. Some of it was his, some of it was whoever he fought with."
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"value": "Upon seeing the Orc Ellyn rushed to him, she felt sorry for him and wanted to help him badly. She tripped up in the process of running and got up, spitting some sand off her mouth and stuck to following the wagon untill the group reached him (looked like a him to her... can't tell because she was more focused on getting the rest of the sand off the mouth) she was worried about the orc... All she could hope for was that they would all reach him in time to treat his wounds."
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"value": "Sana looked over at Bjoric and pursed her lips. \"Well ain't that peachy,\" she said as she climbed up into the wagon and resumed her position. That was all they needed, something running around the desert harvesting corpses. Placing her hand on the rail she kept watch, wondering just what they had gotten themselves into. Sana remained quiet and kept a vigilant eye out around them; her bow gripped tight in her hand. After a couple hours her watch was over and she resigned to let Hugh and the rest watch things. Hopping out of the back of the wagon she began to walk aside it towards the front. She wanted to see what was coming at them now straight on. She was tired of looking behind. \n\n Glancing over to Elis and Vivian, she chuckled lightly before turning her attention back before them. As her eyes fell on the Orc and the blood, she pulled an arrow from her quiver and knocked it into place, keeping the bow low for now. Perking a brow as Ellyn ran off towards the creature and face planting into the sand. \"She's gonna get herself killed,\" she grumbled as she kept close to Ellyn. Taking a look at the missing bodies but the remaining weapons she looked over at the Orc, still keeping her arrow in place but the bow lowered for now. \n\n \"Gnolls, orb, bye bye corpses?\" she asked in a flat voice as she stood there."
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"value": "Hugh nodded to Sana, not all to familiar with gypsies, he didn't react to what she said, but she seemed rather worried about what he thought. When she said all this, the orb took flight overhead, interrupting the conversation for the time being. Hugh felt as though he knew what it was, but something was keeping him from figuring it out. Something that he was missing. \n\nWhen Ellis cried out, remarking that an orc lay on the ground ahead of them, the bard took foot and ran towards it. \"No, that could be a fucking trap!\" He yelled, as he too gave chase, his hand tightly gripping his sheathed falchion. He was angry for a little before laugh snorting when she face planted into the sand, which sounded more like he coughed. He shook off his amusement and shouted, \"Are you okay?!\" right before she got up and continued. \"I guess so.\" He muttered, continuing his run, kicking up sand, and slogging through it.\n\nThey finally came to a stop, the bard being the first to reach the presumed dead orc. When Hugh finally skidded to a stop, he drifted a little in the sand, and drew his falchion from its sheath. He began checking around the area for anything, like traps, or enemies ready to pounce. There wasn't much to check, just kick the sound around a little and look behind the rock. \"Does anyone else see anything? We can't risk being surprised again.\""
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"value": "\"Well, least we know something for certain.\" he replied to Sana. \"Something is gonna be waiting for us.\"\n\nBjoric continued along with the cart, keeping a warry eye on the sky in case the orb decided it wanted fresher bodies. He couldn't help but feel some hint of memory in regards to the orb. Probably a passage in a book he'd read decades ago but hadn't paid attention to. He silently cursed himself for not reading it more closely. \n\nThe sun was on the rise when Bjoric began to feel the lack of sleep getting to him. He almost didn't notice that the halfling had spotted something and most of the party had taken off from the wagon to investigate. Unable to shake the tiredness from himself, he climbed into the front od the wagon to pull on the warhorses reins. \n\n\"What are ye durned fools yelling about now?\" he called out, taking a standing position on the wagon bench to try and spot any that may be waiting in ambush."
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"value": "The bard looked to the marksman and the human and smiled as they approached her, in her opinion, they seemed cute together. She kinda got jealous at that because she wanted to act cute like that with someone. Sighing softly she tilted her head to the presumed dead Orc, wondering if she was still in time to try to heal him somehow. \n\n'E-excuse me...?' Ellyn directed this at the Orc, although it appeared to be a bad time since she felt too intimidated by his body build and by his facial expressions. 'c-can I help you??' Ellyn stuttered that out in a worried manner... yup... Ellyn loves helping others yet she appeared to have no sense of danger."
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"value": "After the dwarf had corrected him, it appears the the orb absorbs the corpses rather than life energy as he predicted. Normally he would feel a tad stupid, but the large green orb was all he thought. \"Dwarven cleric are you sure about that?\" he asked towards the Dwarf, who looked a tad fearful. The elfven woman who appeared to be a bard suddenly got close after his wrong theory, and she looked a bit frightened. The woman reminded Artos of a childhood friend whom he was very close with, he was about to comfort her but Artos had no idea how to.\n\nContinuing the trek, Artos' mind was wrapped around the floating orb and when the wagon suddenly stopped he landed face first into the rigid wooden frame. Falling unceremoniously to the ground he was about to say something until his eye caught an orc, the smell of blood and iron suddenly plunged Artos' nose. Aftermath of a battle? The elven woman suddenly darted off, with Hugh following behind her. Artos had gotten up already, nose slgihtly red due to him hitting it on the wagon. He began slowly and warily walking to the seemingly dead, or most likely unconscious orc. The running elven bard suddenly tripped and fell face first into the sand, Artos chuckled but covered it with his hand.\n\nReaching the battered and beaten orc, \"I can try healing him, but I am not sure if it'd work.\" Artos offered, standing over Ellyn and beside Hugh. \"As for traps, well, I could also activate Mind's eye, but I don't think there's a trap.\""
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"value": "'you can!?' Ellyn seemingly smiled as she heard that from Artos. Even though she knew it might not work she would be glad if everyone did what they could instead of not being able to do anything at all. She looked down from Artos and chuckled to herself softly, thankful that the young man offered his healing services.\n\n'please try... sir...' was all she said to him, knowing that the newcomer may be friendly towards her afterall..."
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"value": "\"It seems clear Hugh,\" Sana said quickly as she kept close to Ellyn. Turning around and looking at Bjoric she sighed slightly, thinking he must have been asleep. \n\n \"Oh just about a lot of blood and the body of an Orc, nothing special,\" she said quickly before turning back and eying the Orc. \n\n As Ellyn asked Atros to heal the orc, her brows furrowed deeply as she resisted the urge to drop her arrow and cover her face with her palm out of disbelief. \"I swear woman, you'd take in a lost Necromancer,\" she half teased."
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"value": "'if he can help then I will do anything... I'd die to learn how to heal others... but I was never taught that...' She giggled at Sana and smiled, possibly showing a bit of a flustered look from Sana's teasing. 'meanie...' Ellyn muttered, still smiling. She glared back to the orc with her worried expression returning. \n\n'I wonder if they will have any song books in the ancient ruins... might not be but if there is there may be a song to heal grievous wounds or something... hehe'\n\n'I want to help him... if nobody can then I will myself...' Ellyn thought long and hard about that decision but she will do it. Even if things came push into shove."
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"value": "Gender: Female\nPowers, if any: An encyclopedic knowledge of anime and, you know, science stuff.\nAppearance: Clicky! A dorky, yellow, reptilian monster. Wears glasses. Usually wears a lab coat. \nOther: Instant noodles are okay."
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"value": "Without a word, and with her eyes glued firmly to the floor, Alpyhs entered the laboratory, trying to sneak in behind the lost student and the other scientists. She knew she was running late and so tried as hard as she could to make herself smaller than usual, hoping at the very least to make it to her own, cluttered desk before having to face anyone else.\n\nHer cover was blown as one of the other scientists smiled, and wished her good morning, as she attempted to sneak by.\n\n\"G-good morning, um, just going, going to my desk, um, s-sorry about being late,\" Alphys stammered out, scurrying the last short distance between her and the relative safety of her desk."
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"value": "Hearing the shaking voice of Alphys made him look up, finding himself actually glad she had decided to show up even if she was late. Making his way over while the other scientists was looking at the changes he had added for their reusable power source. As he got to Alphys's desk Gaster glanced over to the human scientists, making sure they were to busy with what they were doing before talking to Alphys in a soft whisper so not to get over heard. \"Good to see you Alphys. Glad you made it. Your not the only one who was late though, they were too.\" Nodding to the two humans who was still scratching their heads looking at the changes to the foundation that Gaster had added, wondering if it would even work out. Finally they seemed to want to try it out as they started adding some changes to their battery pack giving Alphys and Gaster some time to talk freely."
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"value": "After clambering up and settling down on the chair at her desk, Alphys offered a thankful smile up towards Gaster, before peering around him to watch the two human scientists fussing over... something. The little smile turned into a bigger grin as she sat back in the chair. It span slightly, much to her apparent delight.\n\n\"What did you do to make them s-so excited? It's n-not,\" Alphys kept her voice low also, even if she wasn't entirely sure why she was doing so, but it generally made sense to follow Gaster's lead in this sort of thing, \"you know, um, I mean, n-n-nothing is off-limits to scientific inquiry, but, it's not going to get you in trouble, is it?\""
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"value": "Shaking his head slightly \"Not this time...I just added some changes to their plans, their way. If I had it my way I would have their battery just like the core I created within hotland. These humans dislike any talk on our ways though.\" Pausing just to glance over his shoulder at the two, watching them remove their original power outlet and started to add some things to the outlit as he had written down. Turning back to Alphys as they worked \"It's not going to work though, making a reusable source of power the human way. Maybe they will learn at one point that our magic can become highly useful to them and not as dangourous as they like to think.\"\n\nHearing his name being called Gaster glanced up and turned his head only to see one of the scientists make his way over. \"The changes in the plans, you think it will work?\"\n\nPausing a moment, he knew it wouldn't, finally he said \"No, isn't that why we are still in the testing stage? you never know if you don't try it out. Just cross the wires and change the flow of the current and it may recharge the power that it used up. It is a better possibilty of working then it did before Paul.\" Paul nodded and left the two alone, putting a shoulder over his partner. Gaster watched as they made their way to the testing room before turning back to Alphys. \"One of two things is going to happen...one we will have to start over due to their battery exploading or two the power outlit will just sizzle up and die out completley..for what they asking for the use of magic will help greatly.\" Sighing a little again."
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"value": "Alphys sat in silence, and almost perfectly still were it not for the way she nervously fidgeted with her own claws, as Paul approached Gaster and the two of them engaged in a brief conversation. Once he was safely out of earshot, Alphys started breathing again.\n\n\"M-maybe it'd be, um, not that I'd suggest going behind their, um, backs, but maybe, we m-make it right, and then let them have a g-go at reverse engineering it. L-like in this one episode, they couldn't work out how to get past the alien force barrier and then one of their fighters crashes in the desert and then they took it apart and their lead scientist has this bit where he finally notices the frequencies in the alien engine resonate with the force barrier and he also realises his feelings for the half-alien fighter pilot and then they make their own missile that can resonate at the correct frequency and then in the next series the half-alien fighter pilot...\"\n\nShe blinks, and pauses in her rather long-winded and spoiler heavy explanation (that barely explained anything save for the plot of the first series of Star Saga 3030), to look over towards the testing room. She didn't want to meet Gaster's gaze, or even look up at him, because she could imagine how he might be looking at her right now. Suffice to say, in her imagination, it wasn't a good look.\n\n\"...well, um, so, c-can we go watch it explode?\""
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"value": "Half smirked as she started talking about Anime and started to make absulutly no sense to him whatsoever. He had expected this, has grown used to her obsession of anime by now. \"Come on, I honestly hope it wont explode to be perfectly honest. I'd hate to start this project from scratch while taking orders from them, and if it does explode then I will get the blame for this by the boss of this place. Then again, if their battery does go boom, then with a bit of luck we can start a new project though I doupt that.\" \n\nLeading the way over, looking down through the glass down in the testing room. Folding his arms he watched as Paul and the other human he failed to remember the name of started the battery, using it to power up a small computer. Things seemed to be working well at first but then the newly build battery started to smoke before finally true to Gaster's word it did indeed explode. \n\n\"You better get back to your desk, I'm going to get an earful when the man in charge finds out who's idea all that was.\" Gaster watched as they left the testing room and turned in the direction of where the one in charge had his office."
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"value": "Alphys watched the portable, reusable power source explode from behind the safety of the reinforced glass; it wasn't a particularly impressive explosion, but there were bits of battery scattered all over the testing room floor and a cloud of smoke hung in the air. As the scientists filed out of the testing room to file a report to their superiors, Alphys ran back over to her desk, clambered up on to her chair, and tried very hard indeed to act like she was working.\n\nAfter a few seconds of pretending to work, she looked back over to Gaster.\n\n\"W-w-well, if the battery won't work, a-and they move us on to a new p-project, perhaps, um, we c-can make something that's supposed to explode? Like, um, one of these,\" Alphys carefully pulled out one piece of paper from a teetering stack of them on her desk and laid it out. The paper was covered with designs that looked suspiciously like underwater mines, the paper itself was titled A System For Distributing Culinary Sauces, and various doodles of different monsters were dotted about the edges of the paper."
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"value": "@Overlord24 sans eyes flickered out as chara said that he was trying his hardest to stay calm. Sans was visibly sweating. He only nodded to frisks question in response."
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"value": "Lies stood by a river. His father took him here once as a child. He sighed at that memory, before sitting under an apple tree. As far as he knew, nobody else had come. It was at the foot of Mt. Ebott, which was enough to keep most away. He'd also made it a bit hidden, digging up a bush and making a makeshift wall from them. He sighed, and sipped from a cup of black coffee. He could spend all day here."
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"value": "Chara chuckles and sticks out her tongue playfully. \"So Sans. Will you be joining us at the river? You look like you could use a bone chilling dip,\" They say chuckling giving him an intimidating grin."
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"value": "\"sure\" sans said quietly having a mental conversation with himself. He was still afraid of frisk undoing everything."
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"value": "Chara softly chuckles and sticks her tongue out at him before finishing up the chocolate bar she was eating, \"Heheh Oh sans. You shouls be afraid of Frisk resetting because I'm back around.\""
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"value": "ignored chara as he was still thinking to himself. He was also wondering how chara even came back anyway."
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"value": "Chara then lays on the ground bored has they waited for Frisk to finish up her petty conversation with the human trash so that they could leave already she huffs and looks up at Frisk, \"Dear Asgore I'm bored! Frisk can we leave already! Let's ditch that Human trash ling already!\" \n\nFrisk just ignores Chara and continues on with her conversation."
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"value": "\"how did you come back chara?\" Sans asked eventually. He was genuinely curious."
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"value": "Chara sits up and closes her eyes trying to remember how they did come back because they honestly didn't know. \"Ummm good question Sans... I actually don't know... I was just here one day following Frisk around but of course I stayed silent and Frisk didn't notice me. But I think it was just maybe 3 months ago did I actually start talking and showing physically slightly... I think it has to do with her Love for living with the monster of the surface and stuff,\" They tried to explain even though most of it came out has a mumble but could still be heard by Sans."
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"value": "\"heh ok then well are we gonna go to the lake?\" Sans asked standing up. He was still curious but oh well time and a place."
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"value": "Offering a smile down to her \"We dont have much of a say in what we do here. Remember, the humans are in charge and we agreed to work for them to help them.\" His name was called angerily from the distance. Paul with the other two was looking at him. Gaster sighed and braced himself making his way over. The other two went their way leaving him with Paul. \"My office....now!\" \n\nPaul sat down in his office behind his desk looking up at Gaster \"because of you the whole thing blew up!! they said you made changes to the plans, thought it be an idea to cross the wires!! This isn't the first time either, well I had it! I want you and your dinosaur friend to leave!\" Gaster had expected to get told off but to get 'fired' as well was something he didn't expect though he wasn't 100% sorry he was leaving. Without a word to Paul he walked out of the office closing the door behind him.\n\nMaking his way back over to Alphys still in a somewhat good mood he spoke to Alphys \"We're off the programme. I guess the boss has had it with me changing things and he wants you gone as well. Anti monster all over gain, I say no real loss anyway. Let me know when your ready...Sans and the others might still be home right now.\" Glancing up at the time."
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"value": "\"M-me gone too? I, um, should... hold on, let me get things tidied up,\" Alphys looked at her rather cluttered and messy desk, then shoved everything off of it, sending papers and discarded candy wrappers and the other detritus that had accrued on her desk onto the floor. Feeling particularly proud of herself and this rather petty and inconsequential act of rebellion, she smiled up at Gaster.\n\n\"Done!\"\n\nShe glanced at the mess on the floor.\n\n\"W-w-we ought to get going.\""
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"value": "@Hylozoist@The1Rolling1Boy\n\nChuckling at Alphys a little putting his hand on her shoulder and teleporting back to his house with Alphys. Looking around he saw Frisk was still present with Sans as well as the human. Letting go of Alphys with a nod he made his way over to the others. \"Seems I am back earlier than planned, though that means I have more free time on my hands now. Seems I altered things too much in seeing what works and what does not work too much and they dont like it when things don't work out.\" Half shrugging as he was just happy enough to be back."
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"value": "\"welcome back g\" sans said as he looked over seeing alphys. \"Sup alph\" sans said waving slightly."
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"value": "@The1Rolling1Boy @Overlord24\n\n\"Hey, Sans,\" Alphys stepped a little out from behind Gaster, her claws buried deep in her lab-coat pockets, as if she was trying really hard to seem nonchalant about the whole getting-fired-and-running-away thing. \"And, um, hey, everyone. Hope we're not interrupting your...\" she sniffed at the air curiously, before trying to hazard a guess about what the smell of burnt food was supposed to be \"...spaghetti?\""
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"value": "\"your not interrupting anything we all actually where gonna go to the lake.\" Sans said as he looked up at the clock on the wall. \"We should get going if we're.\""
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"value": "@Blueflame\nFrisk shakes her head and smiles cheerfully. \"Actually it's a river that runs into a lake. I think the rain water runoff made it and its the river bottom is so smooth and slippery,\" Frisk signs out and giggles, \"Sans right, though. Alphys, Gaster do you wanna join? You might has well since yiu got off early and all.\""
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"value": "\"I make the finest steel\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n◾ Name: \nTiras Sky-The bastard blacksmith\n\n◾ Age: \n18\n\n◾ Gender: \nMale\n\n◾ Sexuality: \nHeterosexual\n\n◾ Origins: \nUnknown-raised in Mount Promonon\n\n◾ Residence: \nHyland's keep\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n◾ Loyal ◾ Outsider ◾Honest◾Short tempered ◾\n\n◾ Personality: \nTiras is passionate about black smithing and an honest man. However, his short temper gives him the reputation of one not to short hand. He is not one to speak loudly unless enraged or, if one were to get close enough, emotional. He is rather average in smartness, but quick enough to survive. He is kind to those that earn his friendship and respect, which is not many. He is often silent, speaking only occasionally...the feeling of being an outsider shaped that quirk.\n\n◾ Role & Career: \nTiras is the royal blacksmith. He does work for lords and ladies along with his own family. If one can get enough money, then he will create a piece for those not of royal blood.\n\n◾ Hobbies & Interests: \n-Black smithing\n-Reading\n-Falconry\n-Horseback riding\n-Jousting\n\n◾ Likes & Dislikes: \n-He enjoys being outdoors around animals and the open air\n-He enjoys molding steel and other metals into other things\n-He enjoys participating in jousts along with watching. (He has gotten quite good)\n-He dislikes being lied to\n-He hates cruelty toward animals\n-He hates being short handed for his work\n\n◾ Other: \n-He owns a falcon who is often seen without a cover. This is odd and can be attributed to him training the bird well\n-He is quite tall at 6 foot 1\n-He tends to wear all black. Forgoing any colors and usually the attire is somewhere between Royal and blacksmith. He does have a ring with the house symbol on it. This allows him to be treated a bit better in some places.\n-When he enters the mind of his fox his eyes change from green to a feral amber.\n-His fox is named kit since the fox has a very puppy like personality.\n-Kit weighs 30 pounds and is more then capable of using weight to his advantage....and teeth.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n◾ Family Members: \n-Edwin Hyland\n-Juliana Hyland\n-Maria Sky\n\n◾ Biography: \nTiras' beginning is not fully known. He was brought home with his sister by his father from travels and does not know whom his mother is. It is rumored that his mother is a lady of the desert. \nHe was raised alongside his family, treated not quite like a royal, but not quite like a regular towns person especially since he was living with the royals. He did not have to learn the same exact things the rest of his family did, but sought out books of history, archery, falconry, and black smithing. He particularly found a knack for training animals and black smithing. His unusual ease around animals was perceived as odd, but Tiras and others did not think much of it.\nWhen Tiras was 10 years of age, he found a reddish fox kit. It seemed that it was either abandoned or the mother had died. Tiras took the kit in and raised it with the help of his sister. He felt an odd bond form with it and discovered a few months later that he was having dreams typical of a warg. Not long after that, he figured out that he could enter his fox's mind and control him. He kept his abilities secret, but is never seen apart from the fox. His sister had found out about the ability when they were young, but she has kept the secret.\nMany assume the fox is always there due to Tiras not having many friends, so he has the fox and that works just fine for him.\nHe was trained to blacksmith by the previous Royal blacksmith and since their death has taken over that role."
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"value": "Lady Grey Coulbourne\n\n\n\nLady Grey Coulbourne had been sent to the capitol to represent House Coulbourne of Vaernin Forest at the Princess Madeline's coming of age festival. As she was a daughter and not a son, disgraced within the forest, and not even the first born child of the house, this had not been meant as a polite gesture. But at least she wasn't the only person being used by her family as an insult – instead of sending one of her brothers, her distant cousin, Nyle, was being submitted to the tourney for the princess' hand. The people of the forest had never thought much of the Ainsworths' so called 'divine right' to rule. They made it known at every opportunity.\n\nBut whatever her family thought of their's, Grey couldn't help but be awed at the sheer scope of the festival. It was a rare occasion that she left the forest boundary (there was a pang in her chest at that – she was being sent away from her home, her family, her girls) and she took in each new sight with a breathless sort of wonder. How the sunlight shined on the city, unfiltered by a forest canopy. How cobblestone wrapped around buildings and covered the earth. The multitude of colors and smells and people crowding around, all reveling in the festivities.\n\nIt almost made it worth suffering through several hours of servants dressing her in a tight, heavy, restrictive forest green gown, and tugging and pulling at her hair until long, wild curls were forced into an intricate series of braids and knots at the nape of her neck.\n\nNothing was worth the guard breathing down her neck, though.\n\nLord and Lady Coulbourne knew their daughter. The guard, a noble, middle aged man named Sir Jory had been a loyal servant of the family for years. He knew better than to take his eyes off Grey, lest she escape.\n\nAnd so he ushered her through the gates, past the throngs of people, and to the designated Coulbourne area, bedecked in the blues and greens of her house. The weight of his stare forced her into a lavish seat overlooking to crowd, and he took his position by her side, ramrod straight and the picture of vigilance.\n\nGrey was unimpressed. And restless. If she had to suffer through this, then she at least wanted to be given the chance to enjoy herself and explore. Maybe she'd even find her betrothed. She watched the laughing, happy, excited people milling about, going this way and that. She lasted a whole three minutes of silence.\n\n\"Sir Jory,\" she finally spoke up. The old knight didn't react, but she knew he was listening. \"I must relieve myself.\" She could practically feel his weariness. \n\n\"You had ample opportunity before the festivities, my lady, and you will have opportunity after.\"\n\n\"Yes but I didn't have to go before, and I doubt I'll last until after.\" The old knight remained stil. \"You could escort me,\" she offered, knowing how easy it would be to lose him in the crowd. He, of course, knew this too. He remained still. Grey screwed her mouth to the side in displeasure as she looked at him. Then she schooled her expression into one of wide-eyes sincerity. \n\n\"Sir Jory,\" she said, her voice earnest, \"if I am not allowed to relieve myself,\" she took a pause, waiting for his eyes to meet hers. \"I will explode.\" His eyes snapped forward immediately. Grey had to fight to keep her face straight as she watched color tint his cheeks. \"I'll make such a mess in this lovely festival, all over my lovely dress and these lovely people. I imagine your armor will rust after and–\"\n\n\"As my lady wishes,\" he finally conceded, cutting off her growing voice. Grey couldn't help the triumphant grin that broke across her face. With a sigh, the guard waited until she stood from her seat and trotted forward towards the crowd. He followed close behind – but not close enough. \n\nThe moment she was in the embrace of the buzzin crowd, she ducked and ran. Grey heard Sir Jory give a spluttered start behind her as he began trying to push people out of the way to follow. But Grey was smaller, younger, and far more agile, even in her heavy gown and pinching shoes. A delighted smile grew on her face as she weaved between festival gowers like they were clustered trees in the forest. She glanced over her shoulder to see if she'd lost her guard–\n\nOnly to run straight into something tall and hard. Grey stumbled back with an oof! and looked up to see a tall, handsome man, fair skinned, dark hair, and with the most striking blue eyes. She was stunned for a moment from the impact before glancing over her shoulder again to see Sir Jory looking this way and that. The she grabbed the tall man's wrist and tugged him behind a wide, marble pillar. \n\nGrey pressed her back against it, a breathless laugh escaping her. She looked up at the man, smile full of mischief and excitement. \n\n\"Could you tell me when he leaves?\" she murmured conspiratorially."
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"value": "\"Why am i here?\" Emerin thought to himself drinking some Ale, it was nice but nothing like they had at Hyland's Keep, too fruity. He spent an hour talking to bumbling fools seeking his approval, since his Brother was sick he was forced to attend the Princess' nameday, hopefully his Nephews were here for the tournament later so he could talk to somebody not wanting to kiss his boots.\n\nSuddenly he felt an bump and looked down to see a woman lying on the floor, before words were exchanged she got up and dragged Emerin behind a white pillar, she looked at him and smiled with mischief in her dazzling eyes, \"could you tell me when he leaves?\" .\n\nEmerin wondered who she was talking about and if in fact she wasn't deluded, but he looked round to see an old Knight looking distressed as if searching for something that was lost. He ran into the crowd with an expression of fear in his eyes and face.\n\nEmerin looked at the mysterious woman in her beautiful dress and elegant braids and raised his eyebrows. \"Ok He's gone m'lady, now why were you trying to escape from him my dear and don't spare me any details or i shall call the old sod back.\" Emerin looked at the woman with both intrigue and excitement, it looks like he is going to have fun."
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"value": "Age: 18\n\nGender: Female\n\nRace: Human\n\nAppearance: Her Armor. Juliana stands at 5'7\" and has a smaller bust than in the picture XD. Also when not wearing her armor, wears clothing much more suitable for nobles like dresses and such.\n\nPersonality: Her loyalty to her family is absolute and she would do nearly anything to bring honor to their name. She is also a firm believer in the Iron Rose Knight's duty to protect and serve. The weak are to be protected and it is the strong's duty to be defenders; therefore, when someone who is weak is trying to protect the results can be disastrous. This belief makes Juliana feel that the inexperienced Fanilly is unfit to be captain and so someone more suited to the task should take her place, like herself.\n\nRaised in a noble household Juliana knows the art of 'masks' yet is not afraid to let her feelings be known. Her distain for the old traditional way of choosing a captain is hardly veiled, but she will not let those feelings get in the way of her knightly duties. She can seem full of herself at times but she genuinely wants what is best for her country and wants to protect people with all her heart. \n\nBrief Backstory: Juliana was born to the noble household of Silvern, a very prominent family in Thaln. Their noble 'stock' grew after the rebellion of Phoran Cal as they were one of the greatest supporters of the Iron Rose Knights. The Silvern household has kept its affairs close to the Iron Rose Knights and while they support the knights fully, they also are very staunch supporters for doing away with the old tradition of choosing the captain from young girls born under a full moon.\n\nHer family had planned to give birth to her under a full moon but due to some complications in birth she was born as the moon started waning again. The idea had been to get a girl into the position first; making it rather easy to change the system from within, but this was not to be the case. Still her parents were not about to give up and so started to raise her up to be the next captain despite the fact that by tradition she was no longer eligible for the position.\n\nRaised with the best tutors nobles could buy, Juliana was molded into a great warrior and noble. Being devout followers of Mayon Juliana found herself gravitating toward the paladins of Mayon and incorporated their more defensive type battle style into her own. While her training was focused on the battlefield she did not neglect her noble daughter duties and is accomplished in the political field as well. Her parents made sure to give their daughter the opportunity to grow socially as well so as to gather favor with the other nobles to strengthen her position.\n\nEquipment: Juliana wears ornamented plate armor with chainmail mesh underneath to increase mobility and reduce friction. Her standard equipment is a large shield in her left and a long sword in her right\n\nSkills: Juliana has been taught the traditional art of sword and shield with an emphasis being on using the shield effectively to punish her opponents while defending herself. Bashing, parrying, or even just pushing her opponent with her large shield are integral parts of her training then using her sword to finish off her opponent.\n\nOutside of combat she is an accomplished dancer, socialite, and rider. Essentially skills designed to make her look like the ideal noblewoman and captain material."
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"value": "Christina dropped her shield with an audible sigh, staggering half a step as the pressure of the spell dropped off her shoulders.\n\"I cannot move while maintaining the barrier,\" She explained, taking a place at the Princess's side. She scanned the crowd intensely as she watched for any hint of another attack, determined that nobody else would get anywhere near the Princess as long as she still breathed. She spared a half glance toward Fanilly as she did, making sure the captain was safe as well.\n\n\"If we're to move, it should be quickly, preferably somewhere with metal in the door. I'll feel better once you're behind a barrier again.\""
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"value": "Marianne Delacroix\n\n\nSeeing the guard captain crossing his arms and address her in such an informal way was enough to amplify her ire ten-fold. Her electrical aura surging along with her heightened emotional state that as she neared, the same hand that pointed a sharp finger at the mustached man opened wide as she viciously swiped her palm across the man's face with a resounding SLAP!. The force of which was empowered by her electrical mana, making the action sting and hurt just that much more. A small part of Marianne's mind worried when her open-palm slap of the man drew the attention of the other guards and nobles, but his crimes were far too serious and egregious to ignore. To go unpunished and unaddressed would be madness. Right now, Marianne was more focused on embarrassing the man and to chew his ass out. And chew him out she would. Only the Princess herself, Captain Fanily, and the Holy Immortal wherever she was, could reign her in and stop her.\n\n\"How dare you!\"\nShe was inches away from his own face, her's quickly reddening as her blood pressure rose.\n\"You will uncross your arms when speaking to one of higher station and rank than yourself!\"\nEven if Marianne was shorter, she somehow appeared to tower over the guard as she placed her fists on her hips.\n\"You will stand at attention and you will address a lady by 'ma'am' or 'miss'!\"\nNow that she got that out of the way..\n\"What were you and your guards doing at this event to allow such an attempt on the Princess' life!?\"\nWith each rise in her voice, her mana surged more and more. She dared the guard captain talk back to her and do anything other than speak in the affirmative. She challenged him to by her body language.\n\"Were you checking and screening the guests!?\"\nHer aura loudly crackled and snapped, kissing and biting at the mustached guard captain as they stung him.\n\"Were your guards roaming the grounds properly as they should have to keep eyes on matters?!\"\nHer hair of course levitated and floated in the air behind her, again only adding to her intimidating stance.\n\"Had we, the Iron Roses, not been here what would have happened then? On whose head would the executioner's axe fall for such a potential disaster? For such a failure had the Princess sustained a wound or even worse?!\"\nShe and most everyone else should already know the answer to that.\n\"YOURS!\"\nHer voice boomed especially loud, to punctuate the message she was trying to get across with emphasis.\n\"Thank the Goddesses that the Iron Roses were present and took action swiftly to prevent injury and loss of life!\"\nHer eyes were locked on to the guard captain's as she focused on him, giving him her full attention as she blasted him.\n\"If it were up to me, if you were a Knight of the Delacroix, I would have you stripped of your position and rank for your obvious display of incompetence!\"\nMarianne stamped her heel as for the next minute or so she spewed a string of profanities in her native tongue in the guard captain's face. Veiling her nastier words and curses with her foreign language.\n\"What excuses do you have to say for yourself? Whatever it is, save it as you would be wasting your breath and our time. Leave our presence as you disgrace us all by merely standing here! Complete the tasks you were assigned if you could manage that and begone with you!\"\nPointing a sharp finger in his face, she finished with one last line.\n\"Remember this for future reference and do better next time. For if you do not, there will not BE a 'next time'. Fix yourself, sir! And your men!\""
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"value": "Tiral watched in silence as the rest of the knights took action, moving off to apprehend the culprit as the barrier went up. The 'arrest', though, ended a lot less chaotically than he had expected; after all, with the assassin having just given up and collapsed on the floor... Well, there wasn't any particular reason to knock out the panicking nobles anymore, now was there?\n\nThe ice mage's expression turned to one of mild disapproval as the context of the situation came to light... Or so it seemed. Though the possibility of blackmail and coercion was there, the instant conclusion that the other knights seemed to jump to (namely, the innocence of the assassin herself) wasn't anything that he came to. He'd refrain from making any concrete objections for the moment, at least, but until everything came to light, he would at least remain wary. That was the plan, at least.\n\n\"Ah... Well, seems like my research will have to wait...\" he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. \"An attempt on the princess' life, a mission to try and smoke out the culprits in the making, and guard duty for whoever's left... There seem to be a lot more important things now, aren't there?\"\n\nMusing to himself a few more moments, Tiral realized that he was still in the company of the Court Mage and bowed his head.\n\n\"My apologies for that; I have a tendency to verbalize my thoughts on occasion. In any case... I'd assume you'll be having a little bit more to do in just a short while, what with the incident just now and all that. Though... Having some more knowledge on wards and the like might be appreciated for the coming battle. If it isn't too much of a hassle, may I borrow any notes on anti-magic wards and the like? Though I would prefer a more in-depth study, time seems to be of the essence as of right now...\""
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"value": "Sir Garrett stood watching the interrogation. It was funny really they were all playing at trying to get information from the girl. Threats were so meaningless. Only actions mattered. As they extricate the information about the sister Sir Garrett snorted. clever.\n\nWith that Sir Garrett backed off the group of Iron Rose Knights. Frankly he wasn't needed anymore with the end of the whole charade. Intelligently they had decided to proclaim the Princess dead. A small number of Knights would go with her. Not this Knight taking a seat from one of the tables on the edge of the ballroom. Flipping the seat around he settled his weight on it facing the back off the chair as he watched the end of the drama unfold. \n\nDame Marianne left the group and started walking towards the captain of the guard. She really does have incredible legs Garrett allowed himself the small Leer as she approached the Captain what happened next made him raise his eyebrows in surprise. She really is a spit fire. I think I'm in love.\n\nAs Marianne continued to get more and more angry her aura threw sparks. No way am I getting in the middle of that. He'd caught her nervous fidgeting with the bottom edge of her dress. Taking off his long coat he folded it over the back of the chair continuing to watch the reaming from a safe distance; clear admiration in his eyes as she got louder and more shocking. \n\nSettling in Sir Garrett let his eyes wander keeping a close eye on lingering nobles and others who were not Knights. This had all seemed so. Convenient.\n\nThe loud Crack of Marianne'scurried hand brought him back aND he chuckled to himself. Damn she has an arm. I didn't know Thaln had women like this."
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"value": "\"Sure. Take as much as you need.\" Gillian says, noting the shaking. For a brief moment, his arm feels like it was being trampled by a boar….again. He rubs it as Ian makes his suggestion. It wasnt a terrible plan, were he honest, but it was short sighted. Christina was largely immobile, it seemed, while protecting the princess. And if an assassin had managed to slip through the entire royal guard, he'd want as many eyes on the prime target as possible. \"I Uh…never was much one for fired up vengeance seeking my friend.\" He says, gently stretching. \n\nHe watches as Marianne begins her explosion, making note not to make an enemy of her anytime soon. The woman's vocabulary of vulgar phrases was as expansive as she was dangerous. \"And at any rate…\" he begins, astounded as the dark haired woman rapid fired curses. \"Dear lord…\" He whispers, understanding maybe a third of them. \"At any rate, there seems to be enough stoked flames without me adding to it. Moreover, we're looking for an assassin in a city. I'm more of a 'band of orcs in dense forest' sort of hunter.\" He nods towards Christina, \"And with Chris providing the barrier for her highness, there would really only be one free guard. I appreciate your offer, but I think it best we stick together.\""
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"value": "As Nero gave his response back to Theodore, the big noble could not help but give a chuckle as he appealed to him. The man had both appealed to him and to his daughter while slipping in his station in life. The son of a Duke was certainly not a bad person to have on one's side after all. As he watched him go Theodore could not help but think that perhaps in the future there was something they could work out, but at the moment there were other things to take care of.\n\n\"Humph, well I can assure everything pleasant the Silvern family will not say anything on this matter until it is settled by the knights.\" Theodore took one last good look around and then gathered his two sons together with him. \"As this is now a matter for the Iron Rose Knights it is time we depart.\"\n\nTheodore gave a nod to his sons, who nodded in return and gave a bow to the knights present. \"We will now take our leave, may the Goddess Mayon guide you in your pursuit of the culprits.\" They stood back up and then started to leave, their father soon following behind them.\n\nAs they left Theodore could be heard saying, \"How many times do I have to tell who don't talk at the same time! You're not twins for goodness sake!\" Before long the only Silvern left was Julianna.\n\nJulianna was glad Nero had went his own way for now, considering the present situation it was best not to be distracted from what could still be a danger to the princess's life. While Marianne dealt with the guard captain in a rather amusing manner what was more important was the culprit's information. While the assassin herself was effectively taken care of there was still a group out there who planned harm and had taken over quite the interesting location. As a member of one of a family that had done direct combat with that rebel, it seemed rather ironic that the Cal Family Mausoleum was where they were holding up.\n\n\"That such filth would be holded up there of all places, seems rather too coincidental.\" They had certainly chosen that place for a reason, if they were actually there. Julianna could not help but think that perhaps this was the actual trap; however, the plan fact of the matter was they needed to go there and try to stop this plot. Also the assassin had not actually seen her sister according to the message and had only heard her breathing, meaning they actually had no idea who was in that chamber, maybe it was all a ploy. Even if things turned awry however, certainly they needed to go there and quickly if they wanted to settle the matter before the lie of the princess's untrue demise could blow up in their faces.\n\n\"We had best decide our course of action as quickly as possible, as we no doubt have a very short time frame in which to conclude this matter.\" Julianna said her piece and took a look around to see if she missed anything. Well the Nero take down had been amusing at any rate, also if she was not mistaken...\n\nYep, Sir Garett was rather enjoying a certain bit of live entertainment. She considering bringing Marianne's attention to his little peeks but such small amusement would have to wait, the Iron Rose Knights had a princess to protect and maybe even a person to save, if the assassin's report was accurate anyway."
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"value": "Age: 18 \n\nGender: Male \n\nRace: Human \n\nWeapon: \nTwo metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. \n\nThis is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. \n\nArtorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged.\n\nJoyous Guard\nExpansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance\nB. Lloyd #8 of 7\n\nAn expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. \n\nJoyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings.\n\nFinally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration.\nSpecialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). \n\nUse of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. \n\nSemblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura.\n \nPersonality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as \"busy work\", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? \n\nThis practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term \"laziness\", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. \n\nColor: Steel Gray \n\nEmblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. \n\n\n\nAppearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side."
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"value": "Gratia Mindaro - Towards the Dorms\n\n\"Vega Venetia and Napoli Fiordilatte,\" she rattled off without missing a single beat, her purposeful stride continuing to carry her towards the dormitories where Team VGNB would be staying for the duration of their time at Beacon Academy. Her tone was restrained and flat, the former somewhat surprising when the subject matter included the irksome fool that was her cheese-eating acquaintance. \"They are currently in the middle of class.\"\n\nShe stopped, the pit-pattering of her shoes against the floor fading away into the air as they arrived before the doors to the dormitory. Gratia reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it slightly clockwise and pushing open the wooden gate with a light click. This was where she and the rest of Vignoble would be staying, now joined by the Otter faunus standing behind her. Bianca's scent ... the smell of feathers ... that was still present, but she knew that their previous member was already heading back to Mistral for family business, leaving them with a new teammate who she was only barely familiar with.\n\n\"Leave your things here,\" continued the Mistralese Huntress. \"Will you be attending class immediately?\""
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"value": "Cobalt Chideta - Just outside the Infirmary\n\nCobalt nodded as he absorbed the information given. He knew how to carry and injured person now, this was useful knowledge. He saw Sapphire roll her eyes and frowned. There was no need to be nasty, he was establishing information in order to figure out what was going on. However it seemed as if he was missing something as they started talking about some guy named Pops.\n\n\"Mind filling me in on this Pops? I don't believe I know what you're talking about.\" He asked politely as he looked towards the infirmary. The kid would tell them everything that happened to him, so maybe it was pointless to be speculating like this. Then again, maybe the kid wouldn't make it. That was a worrying thought."
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"value": "Oswald Connolly-Outside the Infirmary\n\n\"I've seen people with good intentions do a hell of a lot worse than...that...believe it or not. But that's not really our problem. I think there's a connection, but you should check with Ozpin. Report on the situation, what you saw at that facility, and let him put it together. I'm sure there's a hundred variables we have no idea about.\" His chest was still pounding like a drum, but Oswald was at least a bit more calm than he had been a moment ago. \n\n\"This is probably something well above our level. Nonetheless, I'd love to get the chance to break some skulls if we ever figure out where the psycho who did this is. Give them a little taste of karmic justice. Just a taste, though.\" Opening and closing his fists, Oswald fidgeted uneasily as he tried to push the mental image from his head of the kid."
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"value": "Grane Blauer\n\"I will try my best...Sir.\" \n\nGrane wasn't sure how to greet the headmaster, so he assumed it was like meeting any other superior. Even if the headmaster turned out to be casual with his students, Grane didn't want to run the risk of making a bad impression, especially if the Headmaster was one of those types who cared about proper titles. He merely followed suit with his teammate, Delta. The Headmaster's demeanor in Grane's opinion, was scholarly. Yes, while the headmaster did seem to have an air of authority, it was unlike those in the military. He was not as forceful, nor did he flaunt much power. For a headmaster of Hunters, he'd assumed that the headmaster would be extremely authoritarian. Grane quickly swiped the scroll and inspected it to make sure it was in proper working condition. \n\nA scroll was oddly alien to him. Was he supposed to use it to find their supposed leader, Robert Fallson? Turning it on only led to more questions than answers. Mail, search, home? Grane threw the scroll into his bag; He'd figure out how to use the blasted thing later. Maybe someone from his \"team\" could get it sorted out. Perhaps Delta could. Unlike Grane, Delta seemed to navigate the scroll with ease. Humans were good at technology, though he wouldn't admit that out loud. \n\nBut the academy seemed eventful today, with who he assumed was a student rushing into the office. \n\n\"Sir, Whatever you order, I will follow to the best of my abilities. Basically what Delta said.\""
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"value": "Diamond was watching the processing. Unlike others she was in no hurry to go help the person, fuck no! What if whatever he was dying of was contagious? She was all for helping people, but she always came first. If Oswald and... Manganese guy fancied growing black eyes, good for them, she'll be right here. Other people can get creepy sick, people actually paid for it. Emerald seemed to have a similar idea, kissing the floor right after returning her hat. Note to self: No horror movie nights unless planning revenge. the thief though as she bent down, loading the unconscious cat over her shoulder and heading for their dorm.\n\nOnce there, she put the faunus on her bed and went to fetch a glass of water for when the lights turned back on. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she gave Emmy a look: \"You know, this is the second time in two weeks you were out cold and I had to haul you here. I'm thinking maybe a scary night is in order to make you a bit resistant to things.\" She chuckled, \"Not taking you out drinking agin though, you're hopeless there and a mean drunk.\""
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"value": "\"Little stress is part of the job.\" Ben's neck cracked quietly as he stretched, making him wince internally about the last time he'd heard that sound. Still, he felt marginally better than he did when that fight ended. He wasn't actively bleeding, and the Tylenol was doing wonders to at least keep him from noticing how sore he was. The young man looked over at his teammate, relatively focused (more than he was, at least) on her paper, with a half smile. \"Thanks for the concern, though. It's not too bad. Might actually be good for me, all things considered. Forces me to goof off a little less. Work ethic was always my weakest point.\"\n\n\"And of course we're friends.\" His half grin widened, replaced by a bright, friendly grin. \"Not just friends, either. You're my teammate. Means I trust you to watch my back, and as much as someone else'd probably do a better job, you can trust me to watch yours.\"\n\nHis grin expanded to rival the Cheshire Cat. \"Though with the egos in this room, even I'm better than the alternative.\"\n\nThe music had been an increasing volume in the background for a while now, but one he'd been trying to tune out. When it finally grew loud enough to overcome his attempts to ignore it, half the class was already vacating the room. Amy's hearing was making things much worse for her, and his eyes narrowed.\n\n\"Any chance Amy can move?\""
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"value": "Age: 45; roughly 18 for a human\n\nBounty: Currently bountyless\n\nGender: Female\n\nAppearance: Roughly 12 feet tall. Her sword and shield are as seen in the picture. \n\n\nPersonality: Hertha is best described, in many ways, as a typical Elbaf warrior. She is a bit rowdy at times and jumps at the chance to test her metal in both friendly and unfriendly combat. She enjoys the kind of fun one can find in a tavern, though finding a tavern that can fit her much less provide enough booze to get her drunk can be tricky. She has always and will always be fiercely loyal those she respects, doubly so if they respect her in return. But despite that hot-blooded nature that colors her actions, she is a very determined, focused girl at her core. Her goal is to be recognized as the true Elbafian warrior that she knows herself to be, to live up to her father's warrior legacy. In all things she does, she gives 100 percent, expects nothing less of others, and woe to those who get in her way.\n\nBackstory: Hertha, though many don't seem to believe her, is a Giant from Elbaf. You may be asking why is she less tall than even some 'giant human'? Well, Hertha is a victim of a rare Elbafin birth defect that really doesn't have a proper translation into the common language. The closest approximation is 'Dishonorable Stature'. Superstition has it among the people Elbaf that those born with this condition are cursed to be 'failures' as Elbafin warriors and would misfortune and doom to those around them. As such, most born are either killed by their parents or left to die in the wilds. Her father and mother scoffed at this old superstition and chose to keep their daughter all the same. Hertha's father, a pirate himself, was captured and killed by marines before Hertha turned 1. Tensions quickly began to rise in her village, people began to whisper that any of them could be next to be caught up in the children curse. Her mother had always been of poor health and was more a civilian than a warrior, she knew she couldn't protect her daughter from the fearful superstitions. She took to the east blue with her infant child, even for a 'weak' giantess such as her living in the calm territory of the East Blue would be a fairly simple task. She settled in on a somewhat remote island town, making her place among their farming community; The locals greatly appreciated the immense strength of the giantess on their efforts so their lives were fairly easy.\n\nHertha took deep pride in her Elbaf heritage, as well in her father's legacy. her mother telling her stories of their history as a people or her father's adventures. She decided she wanted to train to be a great warrior and carried the Redrivers name back to the seas and prove her blood wasn't truly a curse to her and her family. Her mother, despite everything, supported this wish. Sickly though she was was, she still an Elbafian who honored valor and courage above all, and seeing her daughter spit at her 'curse' and deciding to walk her fathers path gave her great pride. She wanted nothing more than her child to shove their stupid superstitions down their throat. Hertha spent many years training on her own, eventually seeking out a master to aid her in her training in the east blue. Finding someone who could teach her a style suitably close to the traditional Elbaf fighting styles was difficult, but she eventually found a 'giant human' who specialized in fighting techniques for people of their size. She adjusted them accordingly to better imitate her mother's descriptions of Elbaf combat. \n\nSince leaving her mother's side in search of honor and glory she has grown a reputation as a mercenary. Working for anyone who had the coin to buy her blade. Funny enough, she would often lower her price a great deal if the job was 'difficult enough'. This was a tactic to help her more likely to attract 'glory' winning jobs. Though it had the unfortunate side effect of giving her a distasteful Alias.' Hertha the Cheap'. Some even dared call her 'Hertha the Runt', as the ruffians who do mercenary work out in the east-blue don't tend to know about Elbaf and those that do certainly don't know enough about them to know about a condition that would make a full-blooded giant so small. Most think she is a delusional 'giant-sized human' and use the moniker to taunt and make fun of her. Though they often regret it.\n\nWhile dabbling in pirating she was never directly associated with any captain or crew so has yet to be labeled as anything more than a troublesome sellsword known for immense strength and tenacity. Her ultimate goal was to become a pirate like her father, But she had trouble finding a captain and crew who's met her liking. She has worked for just as many merchants as pirates and has been offered full-time jobs plenty of times. \n\nAbilities: \nCombat: Hertha is a well-trained swords/shield woman. Her style, like that of many young Elbafian warriors still forging their skills, is simple but effective. She leverages her great reach and strength to her advantage in combat. She has yet to evolve her style very far out of the basic form of elbaf sword play, but her personal flair is starting to bud in the form of her being very nimble and dexterous for her size, making her effective at both fighting groups of normal-sized foes and troublesome to single ones larger than her, much less anyone in her own weight class. Shes seems to be about twice as strong as most giant-sized humans of her size, a trait she attributes to Elbafin heritage. \n\nGeneral:\nShe is actually quite the handy girl. She forged her own blade , helm, and shield. She put her size and strength to many uses around her village. Construction, ship-repairs, farming, you name it she probably did it for a decade or two. Put that with the better part of 8 years she's been at sea and she's already a very versatile 'jack of all trades' sailor to have on board. Besides being able to deal with most strength-based problems, she can perform minor and emergency ship repairs. Though her greatest skill is Blacksmithing, she spent a great deal of her free time among the village blacksmiths. Had she not preferred swinging a sword rather than making them she could have likely made a living at metal work. To that end, she is handy at fixing a great deal of weapons and devices, as well as crafting new ones if you give her the blueprints for what you want and don't mind her maybe having to make a prototype or two before getting it right.\n\nRelationships: She doesn't know the crew or captain yet, save for what she's read in the papers. But that has given her a good feeling about this crew, she thinks she may have finally found a ship worth calling home.\n\nDreams: She wishes to be recognized as not just a true warrior by all of Elbaf, but one of the greatest that ever lived."
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"value": "\"Hey Alesia wait up!\" Flint would shout as he chased after the girl. He was mildly annoyed as he really wanted to get his shopping done, and Alesia was the one carrying the money. Sure he had the reward money, but that was to be supplementary to their funds. Luckily for him, the captain would give up on chasing after that suspicious dog and head to a Tavern. He'd follow her in and get chewed out for losing her \"pet\". Now was a good time to get the money for supplies. \"Sorry about losing Scruffy Cap'. I thought someone had him tied down. If you want I can try and find another pet while I'm out getting supplies. Speaking of them, could you try and keep out of trouble long enough for me do to that?\" \n\nAs he looked around, his gaze stopped and lingered. It was that man! He looked just like the description the mayor gave him. Well, at least he wouldn't need to spend too much time to hunt him down. He also noticed there some people coming in. He chuckled as he heard her discuss the spread of the treasure they took from the Shade pirates. He didn't mind it being generous, but if they needed a new ship. Well those weren't cheap. Flint would definitely add his share to that new ship reserve. \"Seems like you're quite charming cap. If we get more people you might need to trade in the Sloop for a larger ship or at least buy one if it you're unwilling to part with it. Of course we probably shuffled out some old crew since I could have sworn some of them just disappeared into the crowd. Anyway I'm going to take some money and get some supplies.\"\n\nFlint would get up and take the money and then moved to the fortune teller's table. He'd take a close seat to the man and then slide him the cash and the letter. \"You mind if make this fortune private or at least close to it as possible? I was told to deliver this letter to you, by a certain someone.\" He tried not to draw too much attention from the crew. He had no clue what he'd end up getting involved in by delivering this letter. But it would be for the best to keep other people's involvement to a minimum unless he really needed help."
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"value": "Tavern Corner - The Great Fortune Telling @Jerkchicken\n\"Not even a sign of tamperings, to think that you would deliver this letter,\" The fortune teller gazed at the seals of the letter, then pushing the letter back to Flint,\" A surprise that you pirates are so honest. But I already figured out what this letter is about, something regarding Duke Benniad.\"\n\nThe fortune teller drew out a sign form the deck of cards. The symbol of the Marshes. \"Should you want to challenge the man that hides under another name, it won't be an easy voyage for you and the crew.\"\n\nBreaking the waxed seal, the fortune teller pulled out a small letter, placing it at Flint's side. There it reads:\n\nI'll skip with the formalities as you requested, I've confirmed this from the Rumours of the Brown Isles. Duke Benniad of the Kingdom of Argin is indeed the pirate Rel'chunk.\n\nA letter as short as it is, yet it conveyed what it needed. Rel'chunk the 'Lord of the Evening', one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. \n\nThe second card that the fortune teller drew was the card of the Wilted Feather, then the sign of snakes, the sign of an oasis, and lastly the sign of a ghastly old man with a sword. \n\n\"Allow me to explain further, your captain has a liking to animals,\" He pointed to the card of snakes, \"And I can see that you have raised an Arctic Wolf. Seems like it escaped recently.\"\n\nThe fortune telling was accurate, as he pointed on the wilted feather and continued, \"Your Crew have a few interesting people. That is in the news, but you fought a Marine Lieutenant, one that is stronger than his own rank. The other two cards are more relevant to your crewmates. So any further questions to ask?\"\n\n\n---\n\n\nTavern – Alesia @Genon\nAnother person, a man in a black suit joined the table. Alesia felt that she had been getting all the unwanted attention lately. She should've gotten a copy of newspaper beforehand, as she pondered on what the news wrote about. Perhaps not of something pleasant. She replied without showing much expression, \"Sure, go ahead.\""
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"value": "Gender: M \n\nAge: 26\n\nCareer/Class:Soldier / Ex-Soldier\n\nWeapons: \n* Basket Hilted Broadsword\n* Imperial Dagger\n* Norscan round Shield (Took from his first felled enemy)\n* Aged Pistol\n\n \n\nPhysical Description Cyrdic is tall and lean, but solidly built, standing an inch over 6 feet in height. His eyes are reminiscent of shaped wrought iron. His face is ruddy and echoes a youthful appearance, though battles and training had roughed him into the look of a mature soldier. He has quite the rugged quality about him. Two scars mar his face. One parallel to the bottom of his left eye, and another scraping across his right jawline. His legs are long and his his facial hair is only a coarse, 5'oclock shadow thanks to his knife. He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt. \n\nMental Description/Personality: Cyrdic isn't a fool. He spent a year apprenticed to a Quartermaster (as punishment for recklessness) and learned how to read and write (to a degree). The best way to describe him would be a hardened, rough soldier at the brink of his youth. He'll use what he can in his disposal to win, though half the time it turns out he'll need to fuck someone up anyway. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his determination to survive. He's not tactically intelligent, but he has a sense of how battlefields shift and can command smaller troops with his powerful voice. He tends to have a take-no-shit (unless it's from a superior officer) lookout on life. He's amiable to certain people however, and will have a dry wit around those he enjoys (or to people he wishes he could be more honest with). While fighting and killing and marching has been his entire life, he's not particularly fond of being thrust into impossible situations and doesn't lack a healthy sense of self preservation. He's gotten quite tired of working for corrupt officers. He's a devout Sigmarite thanks to his upbringing, and has a hammer chained necklace upon his breast to signify this."
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"value": "Amal blinked, aghast. He took the strange runic knife and the advice, though it took all of his willpower to not free himself then and there to go and find Emmaline. He glanced at Sir Brenly, the old codger staring in shock at Amal and the snake, and for good reason. The others in the slavehold seemed to pay very little mind except for one or two, and they looked more curious than alarmed or animated in any real fashion. They'd likely given up on freedom days ago. \n\n\"Sir Brenly, I've a confession to make.\" Amal said in riekspeil as the storm roared over them, wetting the floor ever more with gentle streams of water ebbing down onto the bilge. Amal was used to lying to people all the time. In fact he found it quite charming that Emmaline had made a living off of it, as problematic as some might likely think on his tastes. But when it came to truly honorable aquaintences or even friends, he did feel just a small twinge of guilt lying. \n\n\"I'm not a Satrap. I'm just a lowly thief, named Amal. The Princess is aboard this ship, but she is not a princess. She's a sorceress and my girlfriend. I'm sorry to have lied to you, but we needed passage on the El Cargador. I don't know you too well, but you're a more honest man than I'll likely be.\" He said, having no trouble admitting it. Being a scoundrel was just too much fun, though sometimes he did feel envious of those people with impeccable codes of honor. \"Emmaline and I are leaving this ship. Can I count on you to join us?\" \n\nThe portly gentleman glared at Amal with judgemental eyes, weighing him for a moment. The Arabyan kept quiet as the man just looked at him, before Sir Brenly broke the silence. \n\n\"My boy, you could be Vlad Von Carstein and I'd still leave this hellhole with you.\" He said. \n\nAmal smiled broadly as the storm buffeted winds hard against the hull. He looked to the small opening and realized with the sloshes of water pouring in that it was time. Amal slowly placed the knife's strange steel along the strange Elvish manacles that held him fast, and to his amazement the medal began to erode. It was a strange feeling as some parts of the iron wore off and others held strong stubbornly for a few seconds before they too dissolved. \n\n\"Allah be merciful,\" He muttered as he reached for his wrists and felt along them, making sure he wasn't cut too badly. The lack of blood flow was all pins and needles, but it was better than not feeling anything at all. \n\n\"Bloody brilliant...\" Sir Brenly breathed, and Amal crept his way over to the older man to help him with his shackles."
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"value": "Emmaline cursed herself for not having come up with some better way to time her actions with Amal, though it was hard to see what she could have done. She had remained in her prison for several hours and though the Captain hadn't visited her again, probably being too busy with his ship to sport with his captive, a guard checked in on her every so often. Each time she merely sat, glaring at them in her ersatz restraints as the storm worsened. Finally she could stand it no longer and came to her feet. Asp, still a tattoo seemed to slither down her arm, the moving ink extremely disconcerting till it settled around her wrist. She mumbled the counterspell under her breath and the restraints melted away, flowing back into the form of the elvish sword. Picking the weapon up she crept to the hatch and pushed it open, steading herself on the heaving deck as she did so. As she expected the hall beyond was clear, in weather like this she expected all hands to be aloft.\n\nShe picked a direction at random, belatedly wishing she had interrogated Asp more closely as to Amal's location. Creeping along the corridor she passed what she imagined were officers quaters and stopped in one to steal a long silken shirt to hide her nakedness. The thing wouldn't do as a disguise, or any real protection from the weather, but it offered the mental protection that clothing provided. Reaching the rear of the ship she found what must have been the officers wardroom and snagged a block of cheese from a cabinet. Hoping that Dark Elves didn't make cheese from anything particularly awful, she took a bite and found it sharp and agreeable, and a balm to her empty and now cramping stomach. The sound of wind suddenly increased and she ducked into the mess a second before a drenched elf came down a stairway, heading for her prison. She waited a moment and then stepped out behind him. The elf must have sensed the motion because he began to pivot in time to see her two handed stroke come down, the clumsy slash catching him between neck and shoulder. There was a jarring in her wrist as the razored elven blade bounced of his shoulder blade and the Elf reeled back with a gasp of pain. Emmaline delivered two more wild slashes at the crippled elf, managing to slice of an ear and gash him across the crown before she finally shove the point into his chest. Even so the elf didn't die quickly, his elegant hands scrabbling at the blade for long moments until blood gouted from his lips and he stiffened. \n\nWithout waiting to check the body she vaulted up the stairs and lifted the hatch cover every so slight. WInd and rain lashed in at her and she had a brief impression of wild rolling seas light by lightning. SHe was at the rear of the ship, below the deck where the wheel was located, if elves used such things. Along the deck she could see elves heaving at ropes and others skipping through the rigging. The second ship was visible ahead of them and off to port perhaps two hundred yards, a dark shape barely visible through the spray."
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"value": "\"Broadsides\" Captain Cedric D. Boone - Captain/Navigator/Marksman\nBonesword \"The Mushroom Kid\" - First Mate/Swordsman\n\"The Wolf of the Blue\" Caesar Inu - Fighter\n\"Black Hood\" Dirk Messir - Scout/Thief\n\"Oilburn\" Slick Drake - Cook/Weapons Engineer\nLilliana Merrycure - Scientist\n\"Fitness\" Feya Nelson - Doctor/Nutritionist\nWafer D. Kite - Shipwright\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nEnemies\nShrimp Brigade, Division A\nThe Vice's Strongest attack force\nSpecialize in teamwork, coordinated strikes, and ballet dancing.\nFirst encountered in South Blue when they boarded the Rum Runner via torpedo designed for human transportation. Displayed supernatural levels of teamwork and awareness, when sufficiently injured would vanish and reappear from another member. Discovered to be one man that ate a devil fruit.\nQuirks: See themselves as superheroes, protectors of the innocent, rather than bounty hunters. Have a flair for dramatic poses. Never go anywhere without theme music.\n\n\"Shrimp Brigade\" Shotaro Saban\nThe Vice's first mate\nFifteen foot tall goliath of a man, ate the waru waru no mi, turning him into a split man.\nThe true form of the Shrimp Brigade, a single man that ate a devil fruit allowing him to split himself or any object he touches into multiple copies, at the cost of each copy having a fraction of the original's power/ability/intelligence/all other traits. While relatively friendly and balanced when split into the Shrimp Brigade, Shotaro Saban goes crazy with power and egomania when all together, a trait not entirely unearned. Displays insane strength and durability, once he took his \"prime\" form, he alone requires the entire Red Rum crew to defeat. Turned on Krabbe's crew, declaring his assault as the judgment of Justice, and that only the innocent would survive. Is ultimately defeated by the Red Rums and John Krabbe teaming up, but escapes and reveals he has other body copies out in the world. \nQuirks: Sincerely believes he has the muscles of a god and that his wrath is divine judgment. Anybody he kills is justified because only the wicked can be harmed by his \"godly might.\" Has an incredibly tiny head for his massive body. Is very self-conscious about it.\n\nShrimp Brigade Pink Mizu Shikihara\nCipher Pol 8 Agent\nAgent of the World Government that had signed up to be part of Shotaro Saban's Shrimp Brigade, now shadowing the Rum Runner\nLittle is yet known of this government agent, but he is a master of disguise and expert spy, as well as proving to be extremely fast. \nQuirks: Overly flirty with women. His immense pride causes him to think he's god's gift to the world, so everything he does warrants a \"your welcome.\"\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nAllies\n\nBartholomew K. Runch \"The Cereal Killer\"\nCaptain of the Krunch Krew\nUser of the Bori Bori no Mi, the Crunch Crunch Fruit\n33 million berry bounty\n\n\"Flying\" Smith Smithson Smithington III\nFirst mate of the Krunch Krew\nMaster of Ninja Arts\n\nHachirou H. Hachirou \"The Beast King\"\nNavigator of the Krunch Krew\nUser of the Neko Neko no Mi: Model Lion, the Cat Cat Fruit: Lion\n\nWutong \"Malpractice\" Ken\nDoctor of the Krunch Krew\nMaster of Drunken Boxing\n\nJoanne Schrodinger \"Trickshot Jo\"\nSharpshooter of the Krunch Krew\nStrong Independent Black Woman Who Don't Need No Man\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nIt's Complicated\nJohn Krabbe \"The Vice\"\nProfessional Bounty Hunter\nLast captured pirate worth 25,000,000 Belli\nFirst encountered in South Blue aboard his ship, the King Crab. Battled Red Rums to get their bounties using his customized warship the King Crab, incredibly strong and resilient, battles with both a sword and special armor with a crab claw vice. Engaged primarily with Fitness Feya until his first mate went mad with power. Battles alongside the Red Rums to defeat Shotaro Saban, losing his trademark armor and weapon in the process. After the battle, let's the pirates go without further conflict, even giving them a log pose. \nQuirks: Though devious and with legitimately sound plans, always ends up accidentally telling the enemy what the plan is, either by monologuing or forgetting the microphone is still on. Frequently forgets about his claw and tries to use it for things only a normal hand can do."
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"value": "Slick\n\nSlick laughed like psychotically as he burned Blue and Green to a crisp, refusing to stop until they were shriveling up in his glorious blaze. Unfortunately they disappeared into nothingness, leaving Slick confused on whether he should be happy his fire was so hot it disintegrated them or sad that there was nothing left of his art. His face scrunched up as he looked to the only remaining Shrimp Brigade member. Hey he wasn't that big before was he? \n\n\"I am Shotaro Saban! I ate the Waru Waru no mi to become a split man! I am the Shrimp Brigade, mighty force of Justice! Behold my majesty! Shrimp Brigade Prime! Vishnu Form!\" Slick stared at him with a blank expression as he processed what was happening, his lips slowly curling into a smile and his eyes filling with childish joy. This one would be much more fun to paint then the others.\n\nSlick's eyes lit up in excitement as he completely forgot about Blue and Green, this one would burn way better than those little wimps. \"Bonesword, get some plant invasion going! Slick, stop his movement with that oil! Hell, burn that pipsqueak where he stands if you won't burn my precious fur!\" Caesar called out as the battle began, Slick was perched about face level with the massive Shrimp thing as he began spraying oil all over him and the battlefield. It was time to begin painting.\n\n\"Grease the food before baking to ensure maximum flavor!\" He screamed as the deck of the ship was absolutely covered in oil. He loved getting to paint, painting was so much fun. There were dry patches here and there, but it would require some hopping to get from patch to patch without slipping like an idiot. Hopping that Mr. Big Shrimp couldn't do because he was too big and stupid. Slick stopped shooting oil at Mr. Big Shrimp as he pointed his flamethrower directly at his chest, relishing the sweet click the pilot light made as it lit. The world was turning red as Slick began shooting copious amounts of fire directly at Mr. Big Shrimp, trying to burn away his flesh, muscles, hair, everything must be burnt away to reveal the skeleton that was hiding inside him. Slick was an artist who needed to paint the world red. His oil was his paint but it was clear colored and needed color added to it, so he added fire for red. Red was the only color he needed really, the other crew members added in their own colours while he painted. Right now Mr. Big Shrimp's skeleton needed needed to be red, the enemy ship needed to be red, everything had no colour so Slick needed to make it all red. The world needed more color, so he was happy to make it red."
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"value": "Captain Cedric D. Boone - Krabbe Battle! VII\n\nCaptain Cedric watched as Violet disappeared and once again was perplexed. Even the blood went away! That's when Dirk ascended the stairs explaining to Boone his intentions.Cedric followed after him at a brisk pace. He was hearing a lot of noise including something about the \"Shrimp\". If his postulating was correct, the Shrimp Brigade would be above.\n\nWhen Cedric arrived he was baffled to see the abomination that was the Shrimp Brigade's transformation. Boone could barely speak, \"Wa-wa..WHAT IS THAT?!\" He stared for a few more moments and then noticed his other crewmembers scurrying about with a plan he was unaware of.\n\nThat's when Boone sprung into action. Their captain yelled out, \"I'll provide covering fire!\" as he began to run towards the upper parts of the ship away from the monstrosity. After all, Slick had already started to burn the area and he didn't intend to let himself be caught ablaze. After climbing, he aimed his blunderbuss and fired a, \"PIERCING SHOT!\" at his opponent's head with the intention of blinding the abomination."
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"value": "Fitness Feya\nSuplex City\n\n Feya slammed into several barricades and rails. Every slam caused distress to her body. The immediate clamping onto her arm forced her to release a short grunt. Feya Fitness was not one to scream out in pain unless the damage proved incredible. So far, the damage only brought her to flinch and groan. The first few times demonstrated that she can withstand, but the bounty hunter would not tire. \n\n Eventually, the repetitive smashing did a number on her. The physician predicted she needed to stop this before she loses consciousness. Her skull struck the side of the rail and opened up a cut on her scalp. Blood trickled down on her albino complexion. She panted heavily as the crab man kept the onslaught. Discreetly, she started utilizing parts of her body to cushion the impacts. It lessened the damage but by only a minuscule amount. \n\n The woman made certain to keep her eyes open. She took the time to study her opponent. His focus remained on tiring her, but he was going to have to avert his attention elsewhere. A captain would have to keep his eyes on all factors. Something was bound to catch him up. It was then that Feya's ears opened up. \n\n Apparentally, Lilliana may have destroyed the ship's mast. Feya noticed the sudden conversation Krabbe initiated with his crewmate. The woman saw her moment and took action. Once Krabbe swung her body again, Feya used the momentum to slam her foot into the deck creating a hole for support. After thudding against the floor, the woman hugged the giant claw arm. She proceeded to use the strength in her arms to suplex the bounty hunter over her head as he was momentarily distracted and not expecting."
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"value": "Lilliana Merrycure\n\n\n---\n\nOnce her punch was finished she brought a hand up to her cheek, a look of brief confusion on her face as she felt the slight wetness of a kiss left behind. The confusion became frustration in swift order, before it translated into a look of consternation as she tried to figure out the strange man before her.\n\n\"Um...\" she began, but words failed her as she floundered. She stuck a hand into her mechanic's bag and began fiddling with stuff to slightly distract herself from the strangeness of what had just happened.\n\nShe was sorting her feelings.\n\n\"You know, it's not very polite to kiss a lady without her wanting you to.\" She said, huffing a bit, a small pout forming. She didn't like this man, he was selfish...and faster than her, which was a problem in its own way.\n\nHowever, before she could say or do anything further the mast fell and her eyes widened. Just as the warrior got out of the way, so too did she, but she moved in the opposite direction and then dashed towards the cluster of cannon fodder and the man they were attacking. He seemed like a potential ally, and on top of that, it was the direction of the mechanism that controlled the rest of the ship's armor, which in its own way was also a problem.\n\nShe kept one hand in her mechanic's bag, messing around with scrap—with B-MO's assistance of course—and building something as she was wont to do. Once she'd dealt with the armor she needed to get off of this ship."
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"value": "~Gwynn Foghlú~\n\n\n\nAge: \n17\n\nGender: \nFemale\n\nAppearance:\nGwynn stands at a fairly tall five foot eight with pale skin and bright, long blonde hair with amber colored eyes. Most of the time she wears a rather formal looking dress one might expect of nobility. Green, red, and gold make up most of the color scheme on her dress. After all, a noble lady has to look presentable as possible. The cloak though, is merely a formality and used to be worn in parties and other fancy things. At her side, rests a blade she is skilled in using.\n\nPhysically speaking, she's fairly average as far as looks go. While she isn't unattractive, she's not overly so either. Soft features, modest feminine assets, unblemished skin suggesting she at least takes some care of her appearance.\n\nPersonality\nMost of the time Gwynn is friendly, confident, adventurous, and somewhat flirtatiously aggressive in her mannerisms. She'll be the first to make friends with you, and also the first to assume you're a no good dirty evil butt-face and proceed to kick your face in for some small reason. Of course, once the misunderstanding is cleared up, you'll likely be friends for life.\n\nBecause of this, Gwynn has a tendency to jump to conclusions a lot about peoples actions and things, especially if she doesn't know someone all that well. And while she is no saint herself, and delights in some small mischief and possible theft of property, she's not going to do anything that intentionally endangers anyone.\n\nWhen it comes to studies and academics, she's surprisingly well read and knowledgeable about a number of things, especially when it comes to study of history.\n\nHistory: \nGwynn isn't from mainland europe, if her name and accent isn't any indication. She hails from quite a ways away, actually. A somewhat small island country to the North East by the name of Ireland. From an early age, she's always been a bit of a problem child. Always running around, getting into places she shouldn't. This has more than once landed her into quite a bit of trouble, but she's always managed to avoid any huge negative repercussions other than being grounded for a month straight once.\n\nShe was raised in a mostly middle class town, the daughter of an incredibly old declining noble family, who had their roots as conquerors in Britannia. Her family was once a more powerful house, but over time, politics, poor management of assets and a few assassination attempts have seen it fall into decline. While her family wished for a male heir to perhaps solve these problems, they got her. So they raised her as one might a son. Taught her swordsmanship, academics, and while she more or less was okay with the studies...well, her personality manifested in quite a few rebellious (and somewhat shady) streaks. Her parents tried more than a few methods to get her to be more well behaved, but they were mostly, futile.\n\nAs time passed though, eventually they struck a deal with a foreign noble family. In hopes of increasing their own power, they agreed to marry her off to a noble family.\n\nYeah. Right. Like she was gonna just do that.\n\nMagic:\nCold Affinity, Icy Aura\nGwynn's magic is about as basic as Ice Magic can get. For the most part, she can freeze the water particles in air around her and use them to her advantage. Her skill level is fairly basic, and for the most part she can only form and create rough, large, heavy chunks of ice to lob at a foe. She could also freeze the floor by dropping the temperature, but for the most part her magic is fairly limited to the area around her. Additionally, it gives her protection from cold. Likes using it to ice-skate\n\nLimitations\n- Any hot/dry area, her magic will effectively be useless.\n- Can easily be melted by fire, though she could easily reform it.\n- has a range of a few feet in front of her she can drop the temperature, and control her ice. Meaning, she's not going to be using her magic at range a whole lot."
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"value": "~Livia Fiore~\n~Semester 1, Day 1~\n\nLivia pouted for just a moment at Katherine, though said nothing as she interfered with her flirting with Lunalel. Ah well, she'd just have to show Katherine just how much she had offended her later, heh. There had been this thing she had been wanting to try for some time, and she knew exactly how to get Katherine for some alone time. Thoughts for later though. For now focus on this cute little Lunalel, and how to get some alone time with her.\n\n\"Oh please, call me Livia dear.\" She smiled at the knight as she passed. \"And if you need anything at all, do stop by my office. It's always open.\" With that though, she turned and walked after Katherine. Her favorite, precious little student wasn't about to get out of this so easily. Oh no, no, she had something she had to discuss with her after all. The headmistress easily caught up with her, after all. She wasn't exactly hard to find in a crowd.\n\nAs soon as she approached her from behind.\n\nShe gave her a swift, but discreet smack on her butt. She spoke in a low voice, obviously not intending for anyone else to hear her.\n\n\"My, my dear little Katherine bringing such a cute thing to me and then taking it out of my grasp. I hope you're ready for some extra curricular lessons after the meeting today.\" She pulled back to a more acceptable distance, walking alongside the teacher, speaking more formally now that they were indoors.\n\n\"I request your presence in my office this afternoon, after the meeting this afternoon, along with Aetheria Gagne. There is something I must discuss with the two of you in private, as I believe the two of you are the most capable for the task. Until then, go about your day as usual. And if you see a student by the name of Lyssa Nemorienne in your classes today, you are to treat her as royalty and make sure she is comfortable. I do not care how difficult or impossible she is being. I will tell all the important staff why at the meeting this afternoon.\"\n\nWith that, the headmistress left Katherine side, without so much as allowing her to protest or question such an instruction.\n\n~Gwynn Foghlú~\n\n\"For someone claiming to want to help the poor you are perfectly content to add hours to your own servant's workload.\"\n\nGwynn rolled her eyes at the Neko's comment. She almost snapped at her, but managed to restrain her tongue. Maoin was only doing what she was told, and as much as that annoyed her she didn't deserve to be told off for it. She simply looked at the cat, glowering at her in a childish manner.\n\n\"Mistress, you have no idea what your betrothed will be like. And you won't be a mere housewife, you will still have me and other servants to take care of you, and it's very possible that he may encourage some adventurous spirit being in his spouse. It IS the 1430s after all.\"\n\nGwynn made a noise that sounded something between a growl and an exasperated groan. The blond Irish girl turned her head away from Maoin in defiance, though she was mulling over the words. She was right, after all. She had no idea who this Swen was, or what he was like. Maybe she should give him a chance. It was bad to judge a book by its cover after all, as her father always liked to say.\n\n\"How about this: if you act appropriately in class, let me prepare you for the evening, and give Lord Swen a fair chance...I'll do anything you want tonight. Dancing, singing, games, ANYTHING.\"\n\nSlowly, the noblewomans head turned towards Maoin, amber eyes furrowed as she looked at the hand that was offered to her. Well...even if she hadn't offered, she couldn't very well sit here forever. After a few moments of staring up at the Neko, Gwynn sighed, defeated. Well, she had offered though so she might as well make the most of this. Gwynn took Maoin's hand, getting off the ground and standing up. As soon as she got on her feet, she positioned herself to stand right in front of Maoin.\n\n\"Anything I want, eh?~\" Annoyance had been replaced with a playful mischievousness. One of her hands brushed against the Neko's cheek, straightening a loose strand of her hair as she stared straight into the Neko's eyes. \"And if I said...I want, you, my cute little Neko?\"\n\nThis was probably something that Maoin wouldn't be new too. Gwynn routinely teased the familiar in such a manner. It was mostly to throw her off her game and interrupt her when she was trying to get Gwynn to do something she was supposed to be doing. Now though, Gwynn was doingit mostly for giggles."
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"value": "Gwynn seemed to surrender, using the outstretched hand to lift herself to her feet. Maoin sighed in relief as she embraced a hard won victory ... only to gasp a moment later as she felt her mistress' fingers brush her cheek suggestively. The neko had to resist the urge to press herself into the petting and settled instead for avoiding Gwynn's eyes. This certainly wasn't the first time her mistress had flirted with her, and it probably wouldn't be the last.\n\n \"As your familiar, it is my job to provide whatever services make you satisfied.\" The kitten tried to speak coolly and unemotionally to her mistress, but the spreading blush on her cheeks and the hesitation in her response made it obvious that the noblewoman had won at her game. Largely because that statement was true ...\n\n A few seconds later, Maoin grabbed the hand of her mistress and began walking her to the campus. Despite Gwynn's implied promise to behave, Maoin was hesitant to let the irresponsible girl go.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n The pair eventually managed to enter the main building after filtering through the crowds. Looking behind herself, the neko decided to check on her charge ...\n\n... and smacked her head into a solid sheet of steel as her eyes drifted from where she was walking. Clutching her head as a natural response, the black haired girl's eyes drifted upward to see that she had run into a female knight about four years older than herself. This embarrassment simply topped off the frustration of this day's events. Eyes watering slightly from the pain, Maoin looked down at the floor. \"Sorry ...\""
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"value": "Lunalel Lightsword\n\nLuna had been lucky to escape that woman. Well, that's how she felt at least. If she wanted, she could have likely stopped Luna from leaving if she so desired. She didn't seem to care enough to do so. . . So that was a good sign. For the moment at the least. Now though, she had absolutely no idea where she was now. She was. . . Somewhere on campus. \"Really now. Where am I?\" The Knightess asked herself as she looked about, trying to figure out where to go next. She was in a building now at least. Likely the main one, considering that most people would have come here anyway. Then she took a step and felt something bounce against her breastplate bearing the heraldry of the Lightsword house. Luna recoiled slightly, but recovered quickly as she looked down to see what she had just ran into to.\n\nIt was a girl. Well, seemed like more than a girl even. She had cat ears on her head. Luna couldn't say she was all too surprised since this was the Magic Academy. \"I must apologize for this miss. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you well?\" She asked with a small smile on her face though she noticed the girl holding her head. It was likely where she hit her head. Well, she knew a small spell that should help with that much. \"Light, come to me.\" As the Knightess said the words, a few strands of soft light glided like a leaf straight to her hand as she touched the head of the cat-girl. The pain from the blunt impact with Luna's armor should all but disappear and a floating feeling would replace it.\n\n\"Alright, let's stand up now.\" She continued, grabbing the cat's hand and forcing her to stand moreso than help her. \"Now then, where are my manners. My name is Lunalel Lightsword, daughter to the Lord of the Lightsword house. I'll apologize if I bothered you two in any way.\" At the least, Luna took a guess at that. The other girl in the nice dress seemed as if she was with the other girl."
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"value": "\"Aaah, you're no fun any more Moain.\" Gywnn sighed, seeing that her teasing had almost zero effect on the Neko. No surprise that she had gotten used to it, really since she did it daily. The blond simply sighed, shaking her head and followed after the cat, allowing herself to be lead. She wasn't really planing on running at the moment, so it was an unnecessary action but if it made Moain feel better, well...that was fine. She honestly, just didn't feel like it at the moment. Well, this was her life now she supposed. Maybe she was being a pessimist about this whole thing, but...well, she was never the most optimistic person out there despite the fiery disposition people attributed to her.\n\nSo she silently followed the Neko. She could easily escape if she wanted too, but she really didn't want to cause the cat any more stress than she already had. Eventually, she just returned to her own thoughts realizing just how soft the Neko's hands were...before a loud thunk brought her out of her thoughts. Apparently the Neko had run right into another girl.\n\nGwynn simply snickered.\n\n\"Wow Moain, for someone who doesn't like flirting you sure have a habit of attracting all the cat lovers, heh.\" Either way...this was the perfect chance. A distraction! If she could get Moain distracted here, she could escape. Would it cause the cat a bit more stress? Well, yeah, probably, but she would keep her promise and go to her classes. She might not exactly meet this Swen in the timely fashion she wanted, but she would keep her promise to mostly behave.\n\n\"Nah, she's fine. Moain is a tough little kitty.\" Gwynn replied with a friendly grin to Lunalel, giving Moain a friendly pet on the head. \"Call me Gwynn. I'm a...reluctant new student here.\" She introduced herself, though conveniently left out her last name and spoke in a casual and friendly manner. She really never liked advertising she was a noble so much. Not because of the declining status her name carried, but because people inherently tended to treat nobles differently.\n\nAnd she loathed that."
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"value": "Species: Feral Vampire\nAge: ~700, looks 27.\n\n\n\nAppearance: Aldaric is pretty, one of the resons he was turned, but is also tall and broad chested like a capable knight. His green eyes are almost inhuman, and he doesn't have much for facial hair. As a turned vampire, his skin is slightly light grey, making him look like he is always standing in a shadow. \n\nPersonality: Aldaric is a little crazy and a little angry, but that doesn't make him a brash beast. He's driven by vengeance but still thoughtful and logical in his approach. He will work with others to achieve his goals and will keep his promises. He does delight in making his enemies suffer and takes satisfaction in killing them. Vampire blood has given him the strength he needs, but he realizes he has become addicted to it, and it's slowly killing him. \n\nEquipment: Two katana type swords. Three hidden, barbed, blood-letting daggers. A heavy pistol (like a desert eagle maybe). Bola. Has ties to an underground network of other ferals involved in the black market, so has procured a few explosives and a steady supply of ammo, etc. \n\nBackground: Aldaric was a knight in the middle ages who was greatfully turned to escape persecution and take revenge on those who tried to execute his family. Long story. But since, he had lived happily as a turned vampire in the coven of his master, a pureblood of course, for centuries, among an established sect of vampires who were in favor of dominance over humans. \n\nEventually they went to war with the currently established vampire society over an obvious conflict of ideals, leadership, culture, etc. and and lost. Aldaric's vampire family this time was wiped out, and he himself was presumed to have also perished in the flames. However, he managed to survive, and over a few hundred years, he recovered, remade himself, and began hunting the purebloods with undeniable ire, feeding on their blood and gaining in power. \n\nToday, he is a secret, coveted leader among the feral vampires, inspiring them to follow him, promising the blood of their vampire victims and vengeance as a reward for their loyalty. They coordinate attacks randomly on vampires of the society. \n\nExtra: Has a hideout, motorbike, for story purposes mostly. Has some moral code holdover from his knighthood days and won't kill on holy ground."
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"value": "Bernard sat with his back to a dark corner, leaning over the strong-smelling glass in front of him. He had ordered whiskey and taken not a sip, preferring to take in only observations at this point. The bar that employed Maxine would soon close, and so must his idling. For weeks now, he had considered simply appearing at this very bar, considered allowing her to pick him out of the crowd. Something yet unknown stayed his hand this evening, as it had every day for the last week. He felt it her right to know who had introduced her to this dark world, but now just did not seem the time.\n\nRaven hair obscured Bernards eyes as he tracked Max to the table in the opposite corner of the room. From the way she moved, he recognized the stalk before the kill. This unlucky man, who had been causing problems for the waitstaff all night, had become prey to one of Man's few predators. A smirk curled the corner of his mouth as he watched his progeny at work. As she started to lead him out the back exit, Bernard made his own unobtrusive exodus through the front door. Outside, he straighted the stiff collar of his duster until itnearly reached the bottom of his ears. When a quick glance around revealed no obvious onlooker, he made his way around the side of the building.\n\nAt the edge of the shadows, he watched Max lead the man to her coworkers car, manipulating him with ease. Once the car door closed the windows began to fog, but Bernard stil knew exactly what was going on. He could smell the man's blood, and it made him lick his lips. While he waited, he entertained the picture of sharing a feast with Maxine. The thought made him ache with hunger, but he resolved to hunt later. There was plenty of prey on the dark streets, but he did not want to risk Max catching up to him unawares.\n\nThe sound of the car door opening and closing caught Bernard's attention, pulling him from his thoughts. He admired the young vampire's form as she straightened her clothes, and once again the idea of simply stepping forward hear and now tempted him. In his moment of hesitation, he noticed her stop and peer in his direction. As she started forward again, so he moved back into the shadows without thinking. A profoundly empty feeling washed over him as he saw that she had lost sight of him. Bernard's stillness rivaled that of the night air as he stood in the darkness and waited to see if Max would attempt to follow."
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"value": "Elijah Harding\n\nElijah laughed as he saw the new hunter tense up, readying his pistol. \"Get a load of this guy Locke...\" It was just hilarious seeing a hunter getting antsy over a corpse. From his actions, this new hunter was a rookie, and didn't know squat in Elijah's opinion. \"I don't know about you, but I'm pretty sure a vampire isn't going to get up after getting it's heart crushed, I can tell you that. If you ever see a vamp regenerate a heart you may as well blow your own brains out, as you wouldn't be able to kill it. No point in tensing up for no reason. Besides, if she was still alive, you would think me and especially the boss man over there woulda made sure she didn't stay that way.\" Elijah kicked the dead vampire's head to emphasize his point, causing the corpse to flip over. \"Though, perhaps you're so new you don't know how to properly ensure a vamp is dead?\"\n\nElijah began pouring gasoline all over the corpse, before lighting a torch and igniting the fire with it. The corpse quickly was engulfed in flames, and the putrid smell of burning flesh quickly spread throughout the area. It was a common smell for Elijah, seeing how he was using incendiary bullets, but it was always nasty to smell. Quickly brought about a gag reflex, though over the years he'd been able to prevent himself from puking all over the place.\n\n\"Anyway, beside me and Locke, and you of course, there aren't any other hunters in the area. It'll just be us three for now. We did try and call for more hunters to help, but no luck. Seems we'll have to hold down the fort. Not to say we'll be inadequate for the job, as we both have years of experience. Locke over there has decades of it, so I suggest you stay close to him, seeing how you're scared of a fucking corpse. I'll be damned if I have to take care of you in the middle of combat either.\" Elijah silently hoped Locke wouldn't be too angry he dumped the responsibility of the newbie on him. Locke was the eldest anyway, it should fall upon him to watch over the rookie.\n\n\"As for what we're doing, Locke will debrief you on that. I honestly have no idea what we're going to do, seeing as our only lead is dead. Unless our vampire buds over in The Society have intel we don't.\" For now, it seemed the Hunters could only wait. Either for intel on where these ferals were, or for another murder to occur..."
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"value": "ALIAS: El Creed\nAGE: 24\nHEIGHT: 5'8\"\nWEIGHT: 135 lbs.\nHAIR: Auburn\nEYES: Violet\nROLE: Assassin\nWEAPONS: Anelace, Throwing Knives, Bolo, Steel Knuckles, Crossbow, Longbow and Quiver of Arrows, Rifle, Flintlock\nSKILLS: El is the mastermind. She is more efficient and effective with longer range weapons as she does not have the strength to overpower a male opponent. However, she is quick, agile, and graceful. She has had the better part of her life to practice the art of stealth, cunning, and deadly aim.\nPOWERS: N/A\nNOTORIETY LEVEL: 15% Low Guard Alert\nCHOSEN FATE: Villain\n\nNAME: Esme Lenore Warwick\nALIAS: Esme Creed\nAGE: 22\nHEIGHT: 5'6\"\nWEIGHT: 130 lbs.\nHAIR: Sable\nEYES: Blue\nROLE: Hustler\nWEAPONS: Twin Rattlesnake Venom Tipped Stiletto\nSKILLS: Esme is the most theatrical of the four, able to adjust her demeanor to any given situation. She is very cunning, manipulative, and is able to place a small wager on just about anything to earn a quick pence.\nPOWERS: N/A\nNOTORIETY LEVEL: 51% Medium/Moderate Guard Alert\nCHOSEN FATE: Villain\n\nNAME: Claire Iris Warwick\nALIAS: Claire Creed\nAGE: 20\nHEIGHT: 5'4\"\nWEIGHT: 125 lbs.\nHAIR: Chestnut\nEYES: Violet\nROLE: Spy\nWEAPONS: An Array of Poisons, Sedatives, and Antidotes. Most Used Is A Vial of Belladonna Powder, Spyglass, Derringer\nSKILLS: Claire is the quiet one, and this trait has attributed to her contribution to the family. She is stealthy, inconspicuous, highly intelligent, sociable when it is needed, and very patient. These qualities also aided in her study of poisons and antidotes.\nPOWERS: N/A\nNOTORIETY LEVEL: 12% Low Guard Alert\nCHOSEN FATE: Villain\n\nNAME: Corrine Ivy Warwick\nALIAS: Corri Creed\nAGE: 18\nHEIGHT: 5'2\"\nWEIGHT: 120 lbs.\nHAIR: Blush\nEYES: Blue\nROLE: Thief\nWEAPONS: Pet Ferret, Loki\nSKILLS: Corri is the youngest, and she has earned respect amongst her sisters by thieving whatever is needed for them to survive, from money, to clothes, to food, even transportation and shelter. She is an accomplished pick pocket and lock pick.\nPOWERS: N/A\nNOTORIETY LEVEL: 43% Medium/Moderate Guard Alert\nCHOSEN FATE: Villain\n\nHISTORY: These four young women were born to Charles and Isabelle Warwick. Charles was a professional gambler, womanizer and proper rogue. Isabelle was a genuinely kind, spiritual woman who fell in love with the wrong kind of man. Seven years after Corri, the youngest, was born, Charles was arrested, and taken from their home in the middle of the night. He had finally gotten himself into trouble that he could not con himself out of. Isabelle did the best she could to raise and provide for her four daughters, but times were incredibly harsh, and after holding several jobs at once, she found the only way she could make a decent living was to sell her body at a local brothel. Unfortunately, six months afterward, Isabelle was grotesquely murdered by a psychotic medical man in a dark alley one night, leaving the girls to fend for themselves.\n\nEl, having been thirteen at the time, refused to allow her and her sisters to be forced into the custody of the orphanage, and so she had grown up quickly in order to provide for them. It had become second nature, living on the streets, scrounging for food and money, but El wanted better for her sisters, and she knew the only way for a woman to make good in a man's world without having to fall to the same fat as their mother, was to take what they wanted by force if necessary. El began grooming herself, conditioning her abilities with long range weaponry, going so far as to change their surname to avoid recognition by reputation. After making enough money to sustain her small family, she enlisted the second oldest, Esme, into her scheme.\n\nEsme became quite profitable in her own right, using her pretty face and innocence to lure men into her dainty little hands, and milk them dry of every pence she could. Once that had grown old, she picked up on a few tricks of the trade to hustle money from those who believed they had knowledge, skill, and experience over her.\n\nClaire definitely came into her trade on her own, after all, it had seemed so natural. She was able to spot a unsuspecting victim from a mile away within the year. This had lead to her infatuation with the curses and gifts of nature, poisons and the like...and ways to counteract them.\n\nLast, but not least, Corri. While they all knew what they were doing was wrong, Corri wanted nothing more than to survive, and assist her sisters in doing so. One night, as she and her sisters were strolling through town, a young man bumped into Corri. She was surprised at how easily she was able to lift his watch and wallet without the man having even given her a backward glance. It was also through her tasks that she found and rescued her pet ferret, Loki, who became a constant companion and somewhat of a little guardian angel.\n\nEl, Esme, Claire and Corri have been living this way for a little over a decade now, but they are continuously sharpening their skills in the hopes that one day, they will be able to pilfer enough to retire them comfortably for the rest of their lives."
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"value": "Once he heard the sirens, and footsteps of the Tall Boys, Ty got nervous. He immediately ducked down into another alleyway, and leaned his head out to watch what was all going on. It seemed like they were chasing a criminal. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't half bad either, being able to dodge the Tall Boys arrows with seemingly ease. And then he heard the voice of the Lord Regent. Kingsford. A wolfish grin crossed his lips. \"Wow, that didn't take long. Looks like it's my lucky day, and your's too laddie.\" He muttered to himself. Time to get his vigilantie on.\n\nTy blinked around from alleyway to alleyway, and rooftop to rooftop to remain unseen. Which was pretty easy, Kingsford was making a lot of noise after all. All eyes were on him. Ty could probably remain unoticed even if he rode in on a flying whale. He noticed the old man who popped his head out to yell at the former gangster, and sighed. \"You're gonna get yourself killed you dumb fuck.\" He muttered to himself. He adjusted his cap, making sure it covered enough of his face.\n\nTy blinked behind Lysander, and sighed. \"Aye, I can get behind that. Besides laddie, you and me has some business to discuss.\" He stated as he made his presence known. He held out his right hand, the mark on his palm began to glow. He used his pull ability to keep Kingsford in place, and forcibly bring him to him. \"Gotta love that Outsider.\" He smirked. \"How about you leave these poor sobs alone, and you and me have a little chat about your mates in the Broken Bottle Gang.\"\n\nHe then released the former crime lord, and dropped him on the ground. \"So what's it going to be mate? You, me, badass superpowered battle that'll end with me dragging you off, and forcing the information that I want out of you. Or we can both walk away now, and get what we both want, Slackjaw, and his mates being brought down.\" He asked as he tapped on the hilt of his sword, showing that he was ready for fight. He looked around, expecting the city guard to arrive soon. \"Decide fast laddie, those Guardsmen are like cockroaches, emphasis on the cock. They just crawl out of the courners. And no matter what, you just can't stomp on 'em all.\""
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"value": "@CutUp\n\n-------------------------\n\n- E A R L I E R -\n\n-------------------------\n\n\"Will you keep it down you enormous BLOODY CUNT.\"\n\nLysander turned on his heels to face the source of the voice.\n\n\"Oh, well lookie here! At least somebody came out!\" A sly grin swept across Kingsford's face. \"What's wrong, old man? Somebody steal your Viagra?\"\n\n\"There are folks and kids trying to drink and sleep and you're out there swinging your cock around like some gross fucking jackal!\" Wilheim replied, \"Now knock off your SHIT before I clamp a hagfish around your knobs!\"\n\nSuddenly, there was another voice, that originated from the same building. \n\n\"Sully, what the fuck is happening up there?\"\n\n\"I'm fucking handling it Davis!\" Wilheim turned his head to yell, \"Go back to stroking yourself!\"\n\nLysander burst out laughing.\n\n\"You-\" He panted for breath, \"You actually think you're intimidating? You, think you can tell me, what to do? Oh, you're too funny!\"\n\nHe threw back his head in laughter again.\n\nWilheim gritted his teeth, watching the sagacious prick laugh in the most exaggerated manner he'd ever witnessed. He'd had enough. He took one look at his drink and knew what to do. He took a cloth from one of the drawers in the room and stormed over to the table. Soaking the cloth in the remainder of the bottle's contents, he picked up the lantern on the table and returned to the window.\n\nThe jammy fuck was still laughing. Wilheim held the open lantern up to the cloth, lighting it. He quickly took the newly crafted molotov and tossed it at the cunt while he was still distracted by the size of his own ego.\n\nKingsford continued his laugh, not hearing the smash of the bottle, but feeling the heat of the spark of fire on his legs. Shit. He quickly bent time and blinked a few paces away, patting the fire out on his legs. He sent time back to its normal pace, a sly grin still wrapped around his lips.\n\n\"So you wanna play like that, huh? I can do just the same.\" He pulled out his pistol, aiming it at the man. \"Don't throw your life away, pal. Say sorry and I might just spare you.\" He grinned devilishly.\n\n\"Oh for- of COURSE you're one of them fucking Garys!\" Wilheim replied. It didn't take even a rat's brain to deduce this sorcery.\n\nJust then, a baby's crying sounded throughout the building.\n\n\"Sully!\" A woman's voice followed the crying.\n\nWilheim turned his head and yelled, \"I'll be right there Amelia!\" He turned back to the egregious bastard, ignoring the gun. Not the first time he had one aimed at him. He raised his hands on the window frame and yelled, \"Piss off!\"\n\nHe shut the window, turned, and headed for the door.\n\n-------------------------\n\n- N O W -\n\n-------------------------\n\nThe man - Sully, was it? - had just stormed back inside when Kingsford heard a voice behind him.\n\n\"Aye, I can get behind that. Besides laddie, you and me have some business to discuss.\"\n\nLysander groaned as the fucker's Mark glowed, and he was held in place. The guy started talking, but Lysander wasn't bothered, really. All he heard was blahblahblah, gay relationship with Outsider, blahblahblah, broken bottles, blahblahblah, looking for a fight, blahblahblah, kill Bottle Street Gang and Slackjaw, blahblahblah, guard's cocks. Damn, this guy was gay for sure.\n\nKingsford was dropped to the ground partway through the homo's speech, and decided to stay there till the end of it, just for showmanship. Then he rolled his eyes as his mark begun to glow. He swept some dirt up from the ground, throwing it towards the bastard's eyes, and blinked himself up, pulling out his own sword.\n\n\"You think it was gonna be that easy? Hah!\""
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"value": "Age: 18\nSpecies: Shiny Eevee\nType: normal\nNature: timid\nAbility: Anticipation\nMoves: 'You can learn up to six moves, but you're probably glad if you know... one right now.'\n- Quick attack\n- Hidden power\n-\n-\n-\n-\nMysterious Gem Location, Shape and accessory type: a golden collar with a diamond shaped purple stone around her neck\nOther: She is very confused what is going on, but she knows every herb and berry that can help Pokemon Injured to heal from within. She also knows how to make medical drinks with the herbs and berries she carries around in a huge around her neck, and she doesn't even know what the mysterious stone came from. She has more silver in her fur then a usual shiny eevee, you will see in the poke world."
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"value": "Pyro\n\n@ianzerep@Iatos@Devo@RiverMaiden\nPyro sent another ember to deal with the mudslap headed his way and then Frida's before his mouth was once again letting off small fiery sparks.\n\"This feeling...yes, I enjoy this quite nicely.\" Pyro chuckled before using the ember to launch himself slightly upwards, which allowed him to scale a nearby building just slightly easier.\nOf course that meant that Frida now seemed to be fighting the four by herself...however she wasn't. There was only one way they could win this fight, and that was by taking risks. And who would be willing to do so? Pyro of course.\n\nCovering his mouth using his sleeve, Pyro now ran headfirst into the gas. The gas stung his eyes somewhat but he simply ignored it and fought through the pain. Seeing movement in the gas, he quickly moved his hand away from his mouth to launch another volley of ember.\nOnce the ember was gone he quickly covered his mouth once more. He knew he would get poisoned eventually, his sleeve wouldn't keep the toxins out forever if at all.\nHowever...it did make breathing easier at this stage, and he would simply eliminate the four pokemon before the poison became too big a problem."
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"value": "Elvina just looked at twix and sighed then smiled. \" We will need to gather more of those Energy Roots, and we need all kinds of herbs in this world that has any kind of healing Properties, I'm lucky my knowledge about plants for healing hasn't disappeared she said and pulled a giant leaf from a tree branch as she slowly walked on her unknown legs, but sometimes she starts walking on fours once in awhile as her tail continued to sway. \" She picked the berries that they found then she took the root from Twix and laid it on the giant leaf that she had with her. She took an oran berry over to Twix and smled nicely. \" Here Twix eat this we can't let you search for the rest of the berries and herbs for healing our follow party members that is fighting still.\" She said and sniffed the air and located more oran berries, Sitrus Berries, and she also found another energy root.\n\nShe also found some Pecha berries, Aspear berries, Chesto berries, Cheri Berries, Rawst berries, Persim berries and Some Revival Herbs plus more Energy Roots. She put everything she found into the leaf and continued collecting more for a lifetime supplies for curing the wounded, but she already knew the healing supplies will decrease greatly during the weeks and months living in these strange bodies with mysterious stones on them."
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"value": "As he got closer to the blond, Mellio started to see more and more details of her person, especially the anklet that had a mysterious stone within it. She WAS like the rest of them. Each and every one of them had one of those weird gems embedded in some kind of accessory. He thought that it was pretty cool, kind of like a secret team of sorts. He finally reached the girl, who was startled by his presence, heaving from his full on sprint. Having fully recovered after a few seconds, his happy personality went full force, showing on his face, his posture, and even as a sort of aura around him. \"Hi there! I saw you watching us fight, and I was wondering if you could help!\" he exclaimed quickly in a single breath, sounding more like: \"HithereIsawyouwatchingusfightandIwaswonderingifyoucouldhelp!\" Taking one of the girl's hands in his own, he gave her his best pout. \"Please? My friends need help!\" he punctuated his finished sentence with a surprise hug, repeatedly asking \"Please?\" and not letting go until she said yes."
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"value": "@Iatos @Devo @ianzerep @Lunarlors34 @RiverMaiden\n\nXiphias\n\nXiphias' ears twitched as she watched the fight unfold. They were like her.. with human forms instead of Pokemon ones. The air was thick with the scent of poison... as the pokemon like her faced off against the Grimer. Her ears twitched as she watched the battle for a few more moments before jumping in. She wanted to ask these others if they knew why they'd been turned into human-things. If they knew anything.... \n\nShe darted towards the cloud of poisonous gas, taking a deep breath and holding it as she sprinted into the poison. She could feel it burning her skin as she charged towards the Muk. Panic hit her as she realized, she couldn't remember how to fight. The Muk sloshed towards her slowly, a smile spreading across its face. Xiphias felt her lungs screaming for air and had no choice but to release her held breath, feeling the burning sensation of the poison against her throat. As she took some damage, Xiphias' ice blue eyes seemed to glow. A fury rose from deep within Xiphias and a wave of darkness exploded from her body in all directions, even washing towards the others who looked sort of like herself."
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"value": "@Draconequis\n\nThe blond Gijinka had been spectating the fight, mainly focusing on the actual combatants in the Houndoom and Froakie-like beings. Watching the two groups sling about elemental attacks made even more new information spring up into her head. Mud Slap. Sludge. Poison Gas. Bubble. Ember. Harden. Sludge Wave. The words formed within her mind as each move was used, the young teen not understanding how she even know what those words meant. \n\nAs she pondered this conundrum, her ears picked up the sound of running coming from her right, and the source was coming towards her! Meloi froze in surprise, unable to move in fear of the entity that approached her. But, as the figure came into view, the Ampharos Gijinka calmed down near instantly, looking at the being with apprehension. Wasn't this one involved in the conflict as well? Surveying through her memories, she was surprised to find that his absence was actually near the beginning of the fight, after a quick maneuver that saved the blue girl from being hit with a Sludge. The Shellos-like boy held himself up from his knees, heaving from exhaustion. The blond took this chance to see the finer details on his person, such as the comfortable material his clothing was made of, said clothing's cute design, and the strange opal that was embedded into the boy's headband.\n\nThen, the green boy looked up at her with a radiant smile, and the teen almost let out a squeal of cuteness overload. He just looked too cute, with his childish face, body and clothing all molding his persona into a adorable little boy. The cute little Shellos asked her for help in aiding his friends, but she shook her head. No matter how cute he was, the blond wasn't going to risk her life for some people she didn't know. Plus, what was she even going to do? Flatter them? She paused for a moment, new information dumping itself into her cranium as she thought of the word \"flatter\". Huh, so it actually WOULD do something if she tried... Still, she won't- \n\nThen the boy took her hand in his, and pulled her into a hug, shattering her personal space as well as her defense. Awwww... this boy was really too cute, trying so desperately to help his friends. She guess she could, might as well try to learn more about those who were similar to her. Unlatching the boy's hands from her back, the blond nodded to the Shellos gijinka, pulling him along as she head towards the battle ground. Suddenly, a pulse of pure darkness exploded from the field, flying in all directions, including the now allied duo. Night Daze, her mind shouted from within, advising her to dodge the move, as it could cause serious damage. However, she instinctively covered the little boy behind her, who was unable to see nor react to the move. Meloi cried out in pain as the most powerful Dark-type move smashed into her back, falling to the forest floor with the boy within her arms. She was barely conscious when she hit the ground."
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"value": "Twillelix 'Twix'\n\nHe was glad that his clumsiness at least helped somewhat, having no clue that the root were any special before she said so. As she told him that they needed more he nodded yet felt quite satisfied for not being totally useless. He was honestly glad they had found any berries at all, and when she gave him the Oran berry they had found to eat he gladly accepted it. He wasn't s sure it would instantly heal him or anything, but it would at least help him restore lost energy and it was not like he could remember eating anything recently either... he might as well eat while he had the chance. As they looked around however he realized time were passing quite quickly and he knew that they needed to return soon enough if they was to help their friends. \n\nSeeing Elvina find some stuff he looked to her \"Come on, we should get back and see if the others need our help... should grab any poison curing berry you can and then hurry\" he said as he got up, he staggered a bit as his leg were sore, frowning slightly he bit down on the Oran berry and then picked up a apple on the way back, again waiting to support Elvina if she needed it even if his own ankle hurt. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nThe Battle were running on, and soon as more moves were exchanged and a Zoroark Gijinka joined the fray, The three grimers where soon knocked out. At this point the Muk realized that the battle were no longer favorable, and thus called the retreat before they got injured further. Escaping quickly back into the house the Gijinkas could claim their victory. \n\nBattle Result: Enemy Looses the will to continue the battle and flees back to whence they came. \nPyro Poisoned?: \nXiphias Poisoned.\nMel-knocked out."
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"value": "He didn't know what went wrong. Just a moment ago, the blond who was close to her age had started to lead him to the battle, having accepted his plea. Then, as he skipped along with the girl, he was pulled to the ground, a loud feminine scream filling his ears as a wave of darkness washed over the two of them. Team Mel hit the ground, the girl's hold over the green-haired boy slackening as the darkness dissipated. The area around them was silent for a moment, Mellio recovering from the cushioned fall while the blond who covered him fell into unconsciousness.\n\n\"Hey, are you ok?\", the Shellos gijinka finally asked, rolling out from under the girl and getting up from the ground. Now standing, the boy looked over the blond's unconscious body, and his eyes widened in disbelief. A large gash stretched across the girl's back, the clothing around it ripped as well. He knelt down to the girl, visibly relieved when she heard that she was still breathing. He pulls Meloi's upper body off of the ground, slinging one of the taller gijinka's arms around his neck as she started to carry her around the building and towards the clearing his friends were at. She was hurt, and needed help, and no matter the circumstances of the fight, he needed to bring her to them. \"Don't worry, you're going to be alright. My friends can help... I swear.\" Mellio said to the unconscious girl, not really expecting a reply as he tread on the dirt ground."
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"value": "Elvina nodded \" yes lets head back now, since I bet our other members are in a horrible position right now, so lets hurry Twix. I need to get there as fast as I can to help heal the wounded and fallen ones in our party. \" She said and grabbed the last bit of pecha and Oran berries she was gathering hen she tied the big leaf around her neck with her hands holding on it as she focused to make her legs to work well as she ran a bit and halted waiting for Twix to catch up with her when he was a distance away from her a she ran through forest as her eevee tail swayed as she ran and made sure the giant leaf was very secured around her shoulders and neck for nothing won't fall out even if she fell down in the forest that Twix and her went to gather supplies to heal their wounded or fallen members in the group who were fighting the grimers and muks."
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"value": "Description(pic is cool to): \nAge: 19\nGender: Female\nPersonality: Alex is that of a warrior. She refuses to give up, both in heart and in mind. She fights for what she wants, though there are struggles where what she wants changes. Alex holds secrets, many dark, of her past and her present, and some of which she wants to do in future. Though many thoughts taint her mind, Alex tries to do what she wants. She can be quite irritating, and she can also, at times, be quite insubordinate. She is also quite hooked on alcohol.\nVanguard Type(1 and 2 gen are only available): Generation 2\nVanguard Look and Description of weaponry: Alex' Vanguard, Hawk, is not very tall, however it compensates for this in speed. It is made to get around very easily, with the ability climb or even jump. Such an overhaul on the hydraulics of the Vanguard has left little room for ammunition of kinetic weaponry, so the ends of the mech's fingers have been sharpened into the edge of a blade. The fingers can merge together to form a blade, one in each hand. The mech's hands also contain ranged electrical charges, which can be used to shoot a target at a distance.\nVanguard Size( Nothing over 65m please): 45m\nCountry Vanguard Representing: Scotland\nBio(can be short): Alex' early life consisted of many fights, physical and mental, against odds of which were bad. Many times, she pulled through, and others, she faltered. This built up her strength, heavily. The Highlands of Scotland were not a happy place to be, but yet she stayed there. Though she has a brutelike nature, she studied and tried to work her way into the military. Upon her eighteenth birthday, she went down south, to Edinburgh, and defeated everyone in the bar in a bar fight after she had indulged in her first alcoholic beverage, the one that got her hooked. \n\nThe days after her birthday Alex signed up, and was granted access into the military. She passed through basic training, and then received another message after training. The message claimed that she was being transferred into a specialist team, and included lots of details. Eventually, she got into the team to fight the Kaiju."
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"value": "Ledger was the Drill Sergeant at the Irondome and was reasbonsible for the training of the candidates and to him had done a damn good job. So he awarded himself by sleeping extra late and had just barely gotten up. Ledger went slowly down to the living area of the dome passing past soilders trained and chating with a few of them. As he made finally entered the room he coughed and then proceeded,\" Everyone off your asses we got training to do!\" He yelled to everyone in the room. \n\nCharlestown,Maryland \n\nThe people of this small coastal town were having another day with no reported attack of a Kaiju attack in Maryland since the beginning of the war when one tried to attacked Washington D.C. However that changed as locals saw a giant ripple on the water and without warning or time to react the horror came crashing into this quiet town. A category one Kaiju called \"Chesapeake Crusher\" had made landfall. The town was crushed with ease and it moved upward towards Newark, New Jersey destroying anything resembling human settlement. The small national guard garrison called New York for help but was shortly cut off from the monster. However news spreads rather fast in this technological world and its just a matter of minutes before Irondome hears of it. \n\nHeight:35m\nWeapons: Uses its one giant claw that is about 20m long to crush the life out of anything also charges with its giant claw that has spikes on it. The shell is also able to withstand high pressures such as punches or weak projectiles.\nMutation: Fiddler Crab\nDescription: The crusher resembles a fiddler crab in the nearly every way except for its dark blue skin and giant claw with spikes on it. Obviously the Tritons didn't put their best effort into it even for a crab (A common mutation the Tritons use to make Kaijus) but it gets the job done going against infantry."
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"value": "Sam got into the head of the Alpha Marksman, also known as the cockpit of the giant robot. He got into his suit, that would register all the movements he would make and use those to move the robot. The suit was attached to the head itself, so any shocks wouldn't just bring him out of balance and make the whole robot fall down. The platform the robot was standing on moved it towards the doors, which slowly opened and showed the Atlantic Ocean. Here we go... Sam thought. Sam made his first step forward. With a big splash, the Alpha Marksman stepped into the water. Just like the simulations... He stepped his other foot next to his first, and started stretching his arms. \"So how does he move?\" Sam heard through the intercom. \"Pretty good, except for the fact that the right arm has a delay of a second or so.\" \"Give me a second...\" Sam heard some typing through the intercom. \"Okay, try again now.\" Sam tried stretching his right arm. Simultaniously, the robot stretched it's arm as well. \"Much better, thanks a lot, guys!\" Sam responded."
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"value": "(Sorry anybody who didn't post PM me if you want to know what happened or just read it. I just don't want to get hanged up on the beginning.) \n\nJust as Ledger spoke a solider came running in behind him. \"Sir...There is a Kaiju attack in Maryland high command recommends to bring the recruits.\" The trooper says as fast as he can and runs off to tell more about the attack. Ledger looks over at the recruits for a minute and grins. \"Well I guess this is one way of graduating. Everyone in your Vanguard we are off!\" He says walking to the hangar. \n\nThe American Spirit, his Vanguard,was waiting fully loaded and clean from a few weeks of inactivity in the hangar. \"Damn I miss you.\" He murmurs to himself getting closer to the behemoth towering over him."
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"value": "As soon as the warning came through for the attack on Maryland, Darryl \"Dazza\" Harris had slammed down his godawful beer and was up and running. He'd been reassigned to the Irondome from Shark Island Base four months ago, after the successful deployments of Armored Kelly and Five Eighth to the Australian eastern coasts. Experienced pilots were always needed in a learning environment, and while Dazza's role wasn't necessarily to provide training he was essential as a standby for when things got too hairy for the rookies.\n\nHe sprinted through the corridors of the Irondome and into the locker room, where he stripped down and pulled on the special suit needed to pilot Blitz Juggernaut. Dazza had pushed hard for an interface that didn't require the suit but the very few cooler heads from his homeland had prevailed. Still, he was growing fond of it, feeling it fitted him just as well as one of his many flannos. The nice little Australian flag painted over the breast inspired a little bit of patriotic fervor every time he saw it.\n\nFinally, he put on his helmet with the large clear visor and made his way to the hangar at a brisk run. Techs were standing by, ready to assist him in getting into the control pod. The pod was a funny thing that was inserted into the center of the Vanguard, full of machinery that connected to the suit and essentially translated every movement he made to that of Blitz Juggernaut. It was certainly better than the old two-sticks-and-pedals design he had originally used!\n\nThe techs got him into the pod with minimal hassle. It was a well practiced drill, now, much helped by many of his techs being from the first Blitz Juggernaut crew from Australia. The pod was sealed, and now the fun part began. The inside of the pod was illuminated with a dull glow, but Dazza couldn't see it. The viewport on his helmet had gone opaque. Were he a claustrophobic man, now would be the time to panic. But Dazza was not. Instead, frozen in place, blinded to the outside world, he chuckled a bit. He always looked forward to what came next.\n\nHe felt the pod being moved. The hydraulics surrounding it were placing it inside Blitz Juggernaut right now. There were a few clunking sounds, ones that were music to Dazza's ears. Three clunks. Pause. Two. The sound of an engine whirring up. He'd memorized them. Another clunk. The engine was getting louder.\n\nThen his helmet burst into life.\n\nThe display on the inside of Dazza's helmet abruptly showed a new sight, one of him looking directly towards men working in a control room. His ears heard a quiet chime and the engine sound lessened, overtaken by input from his radio and auditory sensors. The elegant machinery holding his body in place dragged him into an upright position, then eased off the pressure. He could move again.\n\n\"Lieutenant Harris, commence system check,\" was the radio buzz in his ear.\n\n\"Leftenant Harris, commencin' system check,\" Dazza responded.\n\nHe moved his head left, right, up and down. As he did so, his view changed to take in the world around him. He was standing in a cavernous hangar, far too large for ordinary humans. He saw figures moving along walkways, inside the control room, but not around the ground. He raised his left and right hands, and observed the blue with red trim mechanical arms enter his field of vision. So far so good. Just for kicks, he wiggled his fingers and witnessed the Vanguard match his movements. Then, for even further kicks, he extended both his middle fingers and noted with a chuckle that his Vanguard did also.\n\n\"Lieutenant Harris, please do not deviate from the check procedure,\" was the immediate buzz in his ears.\n\n\"Just testin', mate. Don't get ya knickers in a twist,\" Dazza jibed back.\n\nThe system check went for a few more minutes as Dazza got used to being inside, no, sorry, BEING Blitz Juggernaut. It was always a bit alien for the first couple of minutes, but you soon got used to it.\n\n\"System check complete. Good hunting, Blitz Juggernaut.\"\n\nDazza grinned, the act completely invisible under his helmet. \"I'll bring back a big fish dinner for ya, mate,\" he responded. As though the giant mech were human, he turned and started walking towards the huge hangar doors. At the same time, with a quick voice command he dialed in the comm for the rookie trainer.\n\n\"Ledger, y'there?\" he commed to the man. \"Deployin' now. I'll be on standby in case you and y'rooks need me. Good huntin', mate.\""
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"value": "Newark,Delaware \n\nAfter easily making its way to the Delaware border from Maryland the Kaiju finally met some resistance. Maryland and Delaware national guardsmen were positioned in the city hoping to stop the Chesapeake Crusher from devastating Wilmington,the largest city in the tiny state. As the beast reached the outskirts of Newark missiles,tank shells,and a few fighter jets started to hit it with everything they had. When the smoke cleared it still was alive and now pissed off going on a rampage crushing homes and any unlucky tanks. However the force still holds but for how long is the true question. \n\nIrondome \n\nLedger was lifted via crane up to his Vanguards chest where the cockpit waited. It opened and gush of air surrounded him for a second and disappeared. His Vanguard was one of the first made and because of it had very simple controls. Two joysticks and pedals for movement while buttons scattered across the cockpit were for different situations or weapon choices. As he started the machine with a few button flicks the machine roared to life its eyes glowing dark orange. The American Spirit was loud almost too loud but Ledger loved it he liked to know the machine was active and proceeding as normal. \n\nAfter a few minutes of limb testing the noise finally calmed down to a quiet murmur and Ledger was ready to go. Another pilot had already beaten him to be first in line it was the new Australian pilot and he said something to Ledger. \n\n\"We will be fine Harris. Go out there and give it some hell! I have to wait for the rest of my crew to get here so it might be awhile.\" He said to the man and then proceeded to grabs a cigarette from his pocket and start smoking while he waited for the others. \n\nBermuda Triangle(Triton capital) \n\n(Translated) \"The humans are taking the bait.\" Gragin,General of the Eastern Sea said to his leader. \n\n\"Good...\" The Leader said still on his Throne looking over the underwater paradise that lay before him. \n\n\"Should he deploy the rest of our Megabeast?\" Gragin said in his mind hoping for yes. \n\n\"You know Gragin if we lose this many Megabeast its on your head right?\" The leader says \n\n\"It won't this is an important port for humans are spies have shown only two of those Mechs protect it. Gragin pleads. \n\n\"First deal with the humans at what do they call it,ah yes the Irondome. Make sure they can't deploy when we attack.\" \n\n\" YES Sir!! We will send a surprise over their.\" Gragin said Boeing and leaving he knew that this plan could break the humans and it was called Operation Spiral."
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"value": "Akira stood immediately as alarms started blaring through the Irondrome and ran to see what was going on and before he could reach the chief turned and ran for the hangars jumping into his gear and running toward his Vanguard. using the crane to get into the head where the cockpit resided. Akira's vanguard was early Generation two so it still used a cockpit with the joysticks flips and switches. he climbed in and was greeted by the chime and near blacking out of his visor before and darkening of the cockpit before everything seemingly erupted into life as his vanguard started up and began is lift ride to stand behind the Chief.\n\n\"Recruit Akira Yamanaka reporting sir.\" he said his adrenaline getting the best of him and his wilder side coming out. A soft beep in his ear came before a faceless voice came over the comm system in his Vanguard.\n\"Yamanaka hows the beast running for ya?\" the man said.\n\"Tenjin is running beautifully, better than ever.\" Akira said with a smile before taking a deep breath and grinning ready to take on anything that came his way."
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"value": "Alias: Brusier\nAge: 38\nAppearance: \nWeight: 94kg (208lbs)\nHeight: 5' 10\" (178cm)\nGender: Male\nCountry of Origin: Britain\nOccupation: Security, former police officer and boxer\nPersonality:To say that Jack's stupid would be an insult, and he doesn't like being insulted, it makes the bad feelings come. A better way of putting it would be that Jack's simple, he likes to think things out carefully and take his time before coming to a decision, and he much prefers to have a straightforward explanation given to him rather than some complicated logical nonsense no 'normal' person would understand.\nBackstory:Growing up Jack was always the biggest kid in the yard, the one others turned to when they needed something moved out of the way, like a house for example. Physically he's one of the strongest men on the planet, but mentally he's... less so. When he applied to join the British Army at the age of eighteen he passed all the physical requirements with no problems, but when it came to the written portion of the assessment he not only failed to pass but he failed to even complete the paper.\n\nUndeterred Jack found a place for himself in the Metropolitan Police, where his simple-minded, straight-forward thinking was an asset during crowd control and riot suppression operations, most people tending to have a very quick change of heart when seeing Jack striding through the tear gas towards them, asking politely for them to surrender themselves. In his spare time Jack practiced boxing, and soon became a fixture on the amateur circuit, weathering the blows from his opponents with ease before delivering the knockout punch.\n\nWith the rise of the Kaiju, Jack has offered his services and skills to the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, guaranteeing them a hard-hitting, tough Jaeger pilot who'll see the job gets done.\nPreferred Jaeger:Scarlet Knight, fitted with \"Roll of Nickels\" Tesla Cells (as seen on the Cherno Alpha) with rockets mounted in each elbow for increased punching power (as seen on the Gypsy Dancer) as well as a six-barreled WMB2x90 Anti-Kaiju Missile chest launcher."
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"value": "Henry sighed. He had already slept on the chopper, on the bright side he did get his own room. That was a novelty. Being ex-force recon he was used to putting down just wherever possible. He moved to his room and threw in his duffel bag: After retrieving a smaller bag. After that he walked off in the direction of the mess hall. Walking in he immediately walked over and grabbed a tray. Looking at the trays of, probably cold, food he wasn't impressed. Then again, the Jaeger program was technically military. What was he suspect? And it made the whole thing seem more homely anyway. He grabbed a plate, throwing some cold bacon and beans onto it before moving over to an empty table. Once down he took a can of Irn Bru out of his bag and smirked. As far as he knew he was one of the few scotsmen here, he had to represent. \n\nHe closed his eyes as he took a drink. He had done a lot to get back here, last time he had barely started training before they canned the project in favour of the wall (Which was a completely and utter stupid idea from it's inception). At least they realized their mistake, though how long would it take them to get the funding behind the Jaeger program that it needed? Yes there was a lot of collateral damage but it was the only way. And even then a lot of the time Kaiju were taken out at sea, it was typically the higher classifications or more unique ones that managed to wreak havoc and if he got in a Jaeger, nothing was going to get past him. He'd see to that."
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"value": "Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - Crew Quarters Access Hall\nHurrying up the stairs, a slice of toast still clenched between his teeth, Bruiser was just in time to see the tour group breaking apart, each heading off in a different direction. Quickly stepping up beside a dark-skinned girl\n\n he vaguely remembered as having help him to his bunk the night before, who now seemed to be paying unduly close attention to another, red-haired girl's backside, he pulled the toast from his mouth and asked, \"Did I miss anything?\" before quickly munching his toast down in a couple of bites."
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"value": "Tomiko Fraser - Floor 4 - Crew Quarters Access Hall\n\nTommie shook her head, tearing her eyes away from Valentine's perfectly formed posterior for a moment to look back at the face of the muscular man she'd practically carried from the helipad the night before. \"Just the usual ten-cent tour. Hangar, bunks, play room,\" she replied with with a sigh, jerking her thumb around to indicate the different base sections.\n\n\"We're to report to the training room in three hours, that'll be about...\" Reaching over Tommie twisted Bruiser's arm around to get a quick look at his watch, before barking out a laugh, \"By your watch that'll be about 23:00. You might want to reset that thing for local time.\"\n\nStepping away from the boxer Tommie headed off after Valentine, before her pretty little ass got too far out of view. \"Now if you'll excuse me, I have some rather pressing business to attend to.\" At least I hope there'll be pressing involved, she added to herself with a grin.\n\n\n\nMoving up behind Valentine, Tommie gently rested her hand on the younger woman's arm to get her attention. \"Have you been assigned your Jaeger yet?\" Tommie asked with a light, friendly tone, \"I'm set with one of the single-pilot models, but I'm sure I could make room in there for you too.\""
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"value": "Mako Mori... The name was well know to anyone versed in Jaeger history. Whether or not she still piloted in combat, Cameron didn't know, but the media had credited Mori and Becket with almost single-handedly closing the first Breach. A pretty high standard to live up to. Truth be told, Cameron was already dubious about becoming a Jaeger pilot; long hours in the sim had shown him that damn near everything he had learnt in the Rifles was useless against the Kaiju. You couldn't bring a rifle to a fist-fight and despite the occasional gun mount, most Jaeger combat was essentially giant robot wrestling. Granted, he could hold his own in close combat, but still... He shook it off, trying to convince himself that he wouldn't be here if the PDC didn't think him capable.\n\nAs they toured the base, he took the time to gauge his fellow recruits and was a little taken aback by what he saw. Half of them were kids, barely out of their teens and only a few looked like they'd seen combat. Two caught his eye, both clearly military; the Scotch lad had all the bearing of a battlefield officer, something Cameron could sympathise with and respect, though there was a certain hardness there too. The woman, Razor or perhaps Tommie, seemed like a laugh, but he found it hard to see past her outer cheerfulness. She clearly had some specialist experience judging from the way she gave everyone a subtle once-over; military police perhaps, or counter terrorist? Didn't particularly matter though, he conceded. She looked more than competent. As for the kids, well... The lads seemed to be playing silent so no joy there and the French girl hadn't said much either; either they were all understandably nervous or just psyching themselves up for the tests ahead. Which in hindsight, I ought to be doing as well...\n\nAs he was observing the others, the tour had come to an end. Cameron gave Mori's retreating back a crisp salute and turned to the others. A few had peeled off already, off to do whatever potential pilots did in their free time, leaving Cameron to muse over how to spend his. Three hours was a lot of time to burn on a military base and even though he had been stationed here once before, the layout had changed over the last decade. Deciding that being social was his best bet, he tried to get to know his new comrades. 'Well then... Since we're all going to be sleeping and dying together, how's about we toss out some names?' With Razor flirting her way into Frenchie's knickers, he tried the young lads instead, extending one hand companionably. 'Cameron Arkwright, ex-British Army. You boys done much Jaegering before?'"
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"value": "Race: Sentry Bot\n\nAge: Unrecognized Parameter \n\nHeight:5'11 \n\nWeight: 1300 pounds\n\nAppearance: Dark green spray paint and poorly drawn skulls litter his exterior, along with leather pads and scrap metal plating that the raiders that captured him thought looked cool. In place of the standard missile launcher on the bot's right arm, there is what appears to be a heavily reinforced arm with a hand. All that aside, it appears to be a fairly standard Sentry bot.\n\nEquipment: Semi-sentient AI allows for adaptive combat and interaction with humans. A storage space holding six fission batteries and various other basic repair supplies(though he cannot use them)\n\nWeapons: Arm mounted mini-gun.\n\nSpecializations: It's a robot.\n\nNegative Attributes: STAIRS...Oh and some faulty code that occasionally leads to minor errors. Of course, due to being a heavily armed robot, RB's conversational skills are lacking quite a bit.\n\nOther: While the raiders that captured had a technician on hand to rewrite his core programming, he was not very skilled. He barely managed to rewrite the bot's identification and a few minor subroutines causing a few minor glitches. \n\nBiography: Sentry Bot 0427 was one of the first Sentry bots to be implanted with the Enclave's \"sentient AIs.\" Being one of the first, it was no surprise when the robot seemingly locked up and shut itself down. With numerous other bots to test They quickly discarded the 'hunk of junk' and continued on with their research. The robot was found years later by a group of raiders that were looting the former Enclave facility. After finding the robot, they quickly dragged it to their den and set it up as decoration outside. It didn't take long before RB was captured by another group of raiders and taken southeast to yet another base. This cycle repeated until he ended up with a group that was holed up in an abandoned grocery store. Apparently said group had a 'genius' technician that decided it was wise to reload the sentry bot's weapons, replace its fission battery, and rewrite its code. It was the leader of the gang's plan to use the robot to acquire new territory. The area was very turbulent as the local raider gangs fought non-stop. The technician finished his rewrite and rebooted the newly designated \"Raid-Bot\".\n\n The moment the raiders barked an order at the reawakened RB the den became a storm of minigun rounds, smoke, and raider parts. It seemed that the technician was unable to break the encryption on the Friend-or-Foe programs, nor did he think to disable \"Raid-Bot\"'s weapon. Of course, the leader managed to escape the moment the minigun began spinning. When the dust settled, the only two figures still standing were RB and the technician that had 'fixed' him. After a brief staredown, the technician jumped for the nearest weapon which was, unfortunately, a 9mm pistol. After uselessly loosing a few rounds at the robot, he found himself being run over repeatedly by RB's four wheels...RB didn't appreciate the name-change or the rooting around in its head. After the raiders had been cleared out, Raid-Bot began to drive into the nearest wall(due to the 'technician's' tampering causing a loop)."
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"value": "RB scanned the tags and searched through his database. Noticing a few errors in his system, he decided it'd be more convenient to simply take this man at his word.\n\n\"Friendly acknowledged, this unit is identified as -error designation modified by unauthorized source, please seek administrator assistance or ignore this message-\" After finishing the statement, he chose to ignore the error and state the new designation instead. \"Raid-bot.\"\n\n\"Thank you for the assistance, these raiders tampered with my internal systems.\" He gestured to the corpses, if it weren't for his lack of a mouth there would likely be a large smile plastered across his faceplate. \"Threat detected...terminating.\" \n\nAs he finished his statement, the minigun on his arm began to whirr as he fired a small burst into a twitching raider. \"Threat terminated.\""
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"value": "Andrei draped the holotags back around his neck. This particular AI had evidently fashioned itself as a proud sort. \"You didn't even read them. I'll have to do some more work on your software later. Assuming you plan on joining me,\" Andrei said, \" 'Raid-Bot' .\"\n He swept his eyes around the room before returning to the front of the store. He picked a few worn-down 9mm bullets off of the Raider bodies as he passed.\n\nExiting on to the street, Andrei watched for even the slightest movement, his gaze moving across every small detail of the surrounding buildings. Satisfied that this wasn't some Raider trap, he sat down on a bench just to the side of the door. Andrei drew his Browning- and deftly removed the magazine, then ejected the chambered round. He caught the loose bullet, and returned it to its place in the mag. Next, he stripped the gun, inspecting every part of the slide and frame. \n\nAndrei took a small bottle of gun oil and a rag from a pouch on his right hip, and went to work giving the pistol a good cleaning."
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"value": "France sighed, running her hands through her hair in frustration. She knew it was bad out here in the wastes, but what the girl didn't expect was the overwhelming solitude that had taken these lands. As far as the eye could see there was some revenant of the old world, leaving behind a mere shadow of what it used to be. The carcasses of cars, the ruinous buildings… it must have looked fantastic in its prime. Damn those Kollier bastards! Why'd they have to burn the world?!\n\nLooking up, France struggled to look past the overcast to try and view the suns location, mostly because that's what she's been following for days now. How long has it been… maybe a little over a week. Yep, west was a long road to follow, and it was unknown how much farther she'd be able to travel. All in all, things have been tolerable; there's always a settlement every once in a while, and they might even be nice enough to let you in for the night. They may change their tune if the townsmen ever found out that their cities were being marked down on a large piece of paper, but if France was dumb enough to allow that, then her body just might be in a ditch right now. Thankfully, all the inns so far have been generous enough to provide their guests with privacy; after all, France has been a busy girl indeed. \n\nAcross one big piece of parchment a path westward has been drawn, starting at Vault 117, New Kannon City. Charlotte was the first stop, those towering ruins beckoned like land to a drowner. Unfortunately, it wasn't very fruitful. The settlement there had formed a cult who worshiped the woman it was named after, who they claimed was the queen of some place called Great Britain. France could only raise a brow at this, they were surely crazy. Charlotte was the warrior queen of Gailing who led her armies to ultimately conquer all 15 of the Barbaros Islands, as well as the most ruthless dictator the archipelago had ever seen. The cultists had failed to see reason though, and promptly chased the young woman from their walls. \n\nThinking back to that, it was probably a bad idea to lecture individuals who worship mass murderers. Never the less, The Cult of Charlotte was added to the map. It was good to find friendly places like Ash Town after such a bad experience, and it will be mentioned in the notes that they'd make good trading partners in the future. They had the most delightful rodent medley there, the mole rat was so juicy and tender…\n\nFeeling her stomach growl, France stops, removing her backpack and rummaging through it for a moment before pulling out a simple can. Resuming the forward march, she pops the top and brings the Pork n' Beans to her mouth, taking a swig every once in a while to satiate her needs. While it wasn't bad, the ancient foodstuffs could never compare to fresh eats, and it was a deep hope that there was a settlement nearby serving up a good Brahmin steak. \n\nHoping to spot some semblance of humanity, she takes a moment to survey the landscape. Wrecked buildings, scrap, what looks like a supermarket, and… was that a man? It was brief, but for a moment France could have sworn she saw a figure before it dived behind a pile of refuse. Maybe he knows the way to civilization? With no regard to safety, she starts stupidly waving her hands in the direction of the hidden figure, walking in his direction and shouting. \"Hey there friend! You wouldn't happen to know how far off the next town is, would you?\""
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"value": "From the East on highway 64 came Sophie Quilla to Memphis, though she had already departed the highway and made it onto the more conventional streets stitched amongs the buildings in the main city. Somerville wasn't too far as cities went, in a car it would be less than an hour away. However, on foot, Sophie had spent the entire day before trekking under the hot sun, from dusk to dawn, walking down nearly 50 miles of road. Only the threat of raiders and other thieves made the night a less desirable setting for the journey. Though she was still tired and sore from the previous day of walking, but her rations wouldn't last forever, and Sophie felt like she had a mission to complete. It was a bit chilly, which Sophie's safari explorer get-up wasn't the best suited for, but she hoped at least that she wouldn't seem too ridiculous.\n\nThe UAF soldiers that had interrupted her secluded existence mentioned their outpost in Memphis, and described a building reminding her of the Memphis Pyramid. Unfortunately she had never visited the building in person, having no need to visit a sporting goods center before the war. Neither from the highway nor right now could Sophie see the outpost on the horizon, and she didn't think she'd ever be able to recognize the building from afar. Considering that the city looked like it had taken a direct hit during the Great War, Sophie assumed that the glass pyramid had most likely been shattered or completely destroyed.\n\nNow in the midst of a ruined city, Sophie had resorted to wandering blindly in search of human life that didn't shoot her on sight. After rounding a corner a few blocks away from a major intersection, out of the corner of her eye Sophie could see a person-shaped blot slumped up against the buildings. Sophie left her beat-up shopping cart full of old books in the middle of the street while she approached the person to get a closer look, without her glasses she couldn't tell much about them. \"Pssst, hey there!\" Sophie said, not too loudly, as she jogged up to the person, \"Hey, do you know where-\" Sophie clamped her hand over her mouth to hold in a scream as the body came into focus. It was just a corpse, burned to death with lasers. Sophie could distinguish the wounds from those caused by plasma. Still covering her own mouth, Sophie walked backwards slowly until she reached the cart, and then looked around frantically. As soon as she did so, she heard a voice shouting from down the street. A woman who had entered the area from another street.\n\n\"Hey there friend! You wouldn't happen to know how far off the next town is, would you?\"\n\n'You dope! Don't you know there's some kind of killer on the loose around here!?' Sophie thought. She decided she would have to watch this person from a safe distance. There was no way she could help this person if she drew out an attacker, but if that happened Sophie could at least see who was nearby.\n\nThe plan was to quickly run until she could get a good view of France, then hide in the closest building, and to do it all silently. Though she took the sidewalk rather than run through the middle of the street, Sophie's approach was anything but silent. Her heavy feet stomped loudly as she run, the shopping cart squeaked like mad, and just as soon as France became a visible though indistinguishable blob in her vision, Sophie dove through an already shattered bistro window with the cart, knocking it over and dumping out all the books on the floor. Then she poked her head out to see if any other blobs approached the one shouting and waving her arms about. Oblivious to her own lack of ability in stealth, Sophie readied her empty 9mm pistol in preparation."
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"value": "Sarah gave out a quiet sigh of relief as she heard the stranger's footsteps continue on, having paused as she followed him. Her skills of stealth and small frame had allowed her to remain undetected in her stalking, behind the obliterated shell of an old pick-up. She had no ill-intent, merely tailing him in hopes that he would stumble upon some form of supplies he didn't need, or those which he'd discard in order to make room for new things. As he began his stride again, she rounded the vehicle's flatbed, crouched and silent Sarah moved from cover to cover behind the man and into the supermarket. \n\nHearing the sound of steel on brick as he began to scan the aisles one by one, Sarah decided it would be best to take cover in the first aisle he'd checked, and wait until he had left. Soon after he left the room however, the young woman could hear him begin to converse with what sounded like some form of Protectron, but different in some way that she couldn't quite place.\n\n\"Threat detected...terminating.\" She heard the robot's mechanical voice croak out, in a panic she lay her body completely flat on the ground - and if the bot's fire came her way she'd lay down as many shots as possible, then get the hell out of dodge. Though when the small burst of automatic fire sounded out throughout the building, the slushing of coagulated blood was the only noise that followed the gunshots, except the autonomous \"Threat terminated.\" \n\nShe did her best to remain utterly silent, it seemed that the robot's targeting systems were malfunctioning and would likely fire upon anything that moved. Except the man, for whatever possible reason that was. Sarah needed to get out of there and she knew it. But there was one problem with that; he was now sat outside cleaning his weapon with the bot likely patrolling the area. She took this as an opportunity to flee, but was mortified as she turned and slipped on a pool of blood which she had somehow failed to notice. With a thunderous crash the few heavy items that remained upon the shelves came tumbling down to the floor.\n\n\"Fuck.\" She said aloud to herself, laying flat on her back. She gripped the handles of each of her pistols respectively, pulling them from their leather holsters and remaining locked in place, waiting for the man to come and investigate."
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"value": "With the sound of something heavy colliding with the floor, Raid-Bot instantly turned his attention (and his weapon of course) to the source of the noise. He put a bit more power into his motion sensors in order to find the new threat, only to find that nothing was moving. \n\n\"Potential threat detected. Captain Andrei, did you come alone?\" Raid-bot asked instead of opening fire. It would have been easy to just shred everything in the general direction the noise had come from, but Raid-bot preferred to conserve some ammunition if possible. If possible, he would attempt to deal with this new threat without tearing through his ammo. A quick scan of the 'technician' that he had run over before was enough evidence that he could still do so capably."
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"value": "Age: 18\n\nBirthday: Jan 20th\n\nMagic:\nWell of Creation: This magic can pull from the users imagination, but requires immense levels of concentration and magic reserve. The user must have a solid grasp on the item they wish to create, a firm and solid image in their mind. Without a solid image, you might end up fighting with a squiggly line for a sword. This means only the things he has practiced the hardest are capable of being brought out in the midst of a tough combat. \n\nSmall objects tend to be the easiest to create. Requiring less magical energy, though they tend to have the least amount of punch. Intricate items require more focus, though the size is what determines the magical cost of said item. A chair for example wouldn't eat up too much magical energy and can be created rather easily. \n\nThough a large object, such as say a wooden beam, a tree, a carriage etc. Would eat up a much more substantial amount of magic. To add decoration and such wouldn't require much more in the way of magic, but the amount of concentration would be much more substantial. \n\nSome Spells would include, for the minor range- \n\nSword Creation: Creating a sword of stern magical strength, though the skill to use it well doesn't come along with the blade.\n\nArmor Creation: Creates a decent set of armor for the user, though their movements may become a bit more sluggish, their defenses can go up at least. \n\nChair Creation: Everyone needs a place to sit.\n\nMagical Bomb: An explosive created utilizing magic as it's detonator. \n\nMedium Range Spells Would include- \n\nArmor Golem: A suit of armor, with weapon, capable of moving on the command of the user.\n\nTracking Beast: A small creature, the size of a normal house cat, though this creatures entire purpose in life is sniffing out the target.\n\nMagic Level: Dunno.. A?\n\nHistory: Verick was born to a father and mother in the mountains of a small country. His father was a practitioner of magic and the only reason he had found himself a wife was in order to continue passing down his magical knowledge. His purpose was to try to force his son to pass on his knowledge to his own son… etc. etc.. eventually culminating in the most powerful mage since Zeref. Though this plan was short lived. His father was found out, practicing illegal magic. \n\nVerick was out gathering fire wood at the time and luckily had escaped capture himself. But was forced to live on his own from that day forward. He practiced his magic in secret, traveling from town to town so he wouldn't end up caught like his father… Though he had no idea of guilds until he reached fourteen. Now he's been searching for something worthwhile, a guild where he can settle down… and get filthy rich. (Living on the streets so long and always forced to be in that mountain home… He never got to have any toys or books outside of magic… now he craves everything he never had as a child.) \n\nPersonality: Verick is a happy go lucky guy on the outside. But he tends to press buttons and get on peoples nerves. He believes that by pressing their buttons you see the true person. He is mistrustful of people, seeing as how he was raised and the life he lived afterward, never knowing when people might see him or turn him in. Though he longs for the kind of life that others had, a family, friends… people to care for him. But he often sabotages these relationships.\n\nGuild and guild mark location: No Guild Yet\n\nTeam Members: none\n\nThree Strengths: \n1. Strong imagination\n2. Skilled with many forms of weapons\n3. Knows how to live on the streets! (He's... been homeless a while.)\n\nThree Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)\n\n1. Has a hard time focusing when an enemy appears to be stronger than him. (He becomes overwhelmed with doubt and worry. \"C... Can i beat this guy...?) Making his magic much harder to control.\n\n2. Money- He's willing to do anything to obtain his lifes blood. Money. Even if it requires putting a comrade in a dangerous position. (Think Natsu when he teamed up with Lucy for that book job... But all the time.)\n\n3. Has a hard time getting to know or trust others. Because of this and his habit of using comrades to obtain money, it makes it very hard for him to form any kind of relationship or friendship. \n\nGreatest Love: Money, There is nothing in this world greater than the almighty dollar (Or Jewel in this case) \n\nMotivation: To obtain enough magical energy and power... TO CREATE A MANSION TO RIVAL ANY KINGS CASTLE!!! With an army of golems at his side! WAHAHAHAHA! (His true motivation, is to overcome his trust issues, and seek out friends and comrades.)\n\nAppearance: \n\n\nAdditional Details:"
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"value": "James Hunt|Streets of Crocus\n@Joshua Tamashii@Raijinslayer@Roseletta\n\nJames stood and watched as Cody approached Amaya, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword like it always did when he was idle. However, at the same time that Cody froze in what the paladin could only guess was fear, he felt a twisted and dark presence near Amaya and Joshua, an evil presence. He swiftly approached the trio, his helmet clinking into place even as he drew his sword and his shield took it's place on his left arm and he took up a position between the three and the presence, who appeared to be a very demented man. \"Don't seek to insult our intelligence, dark one. You would kill everyone around us just to entertain yourself. So instead, I give you a chance to turn and walk away, or face my Holy wrath.\" For emphasis, a slight golden aura appeared around Amaya, Joshua, and Cody and his sword's blade turned a bright gold, indicating some kind of spell. \"Choose wisely, because I can cast a shield of protection around every person within three blocks and still take you.\" Whether it was a bluff or not, even James wasn't sure of. He'd never used more than a fraction of his magic during any one fight because of so much of the nature of his spells."
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"value": "\"Oh, Well, If you're that bad at handling missions, Why not just let me take it off your hands completely? I'm sure they would be much more grateful to have someone young and competent. Full of energy. Fresh outlook. You know.\" Verick smiled, \"But hey, How about you have a seat first old man and tell me about this job. Wouldn't want you exhausting yourself with all that standing.\" Verick's wrist and hand flicked and POOF! A chair, a wooden chair, without much feature or comfort... but this guy didn't need that. A normal chair would be fine enough for him. \"So, sit down, take a load off. Tell me about this job.\" He smirked, \"Unless you've forgotten the details already old man.\" He spoke, pushing the chair alongside the man as he walked."
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"value": "Shiro Hime andCody Bloodstein\n\n\n@Zarkun@Joshua Tamashii@Roseletta\nShiro simply nodded her head at Nidhogg's scolding and looked away with a slightly guilty look on her face. It was true, she had blown their cover. Although she hadn't meant to, she was just trying to avoid a certain someone who could get in their way.\nHowever she watched through narrowed eye now as Nidhogg began his 'negotiations' with the group. This wasn't in the plan at all.\n\"Manami-sama won't like this Nidhogg-sama, she wants to avoid civilian causalities if possible.\" Shiro's tone was an uncaring one as she reached behind of her and pulled out a strange looking cylinder.\n\"She won't like this one bit...\" She repeated as she stared down the Phoenix Wing mages with her uncovered eye. She wasn't going to stop him if he tried, however she did feel like warning him for when Manami found out. If he did such a thing of course.\nShe gave Amaya a blank look as he talked however...what was the slayer going on about?\n\"It doesn't matter. Slayers are a threat which must be eliminated. History must not be allowed to repeat itself.\" Shiro's tone was venomous as her scythe began to extend itself to it's full size. Appealing to Shiro would seem to gain them about the same as appealing to Nidhogg, however it wasn't for the same reasons.\n\nCody felt relief wash over him as James' aura took effect. It certainly made him feel a little more at ease to know that he was here, from what he had seen so far of James (which was very little) he was fairly stronger....but did he really stand a chance against this Nidhogg guy?\nCody immediately remembered the sheer size of the dome he had made yesterday and the scale of his attacks. It was something completely foreign to Cody. Cody's own hand now went to the hilt of the sword at his hip before gulping nervously.\n\"I-if you want Amaya, then you're going to have to get through us.\" Cody stuttered slightly at the start but stood his ground now. He had only known Amaya for a short time, but he knew already that she was nothing like what these scumbags thought she was. He enjoyed her company, and he had resolved not to lose anymore people precious to him.\n\nSora Kaze\n\n\n\"Oh really? I've been doing this job for two years now, I doubt you have what it takes.\" Sora said smugly as he simply ignored the chair trailing him. He had seen some strange magic since coming to Fiore, so this was nothing new.\nBut he was interested in it regardless. Some form of creation magic?\n\"Young and fresh? Full of energy? You certainly crack me up kid. You're older than the client.\" Sora chuckled deeply at Verrick's comments. The kid was annoying and arrogant, however he was a rather amusing fellow.\n\"The name is Sora Kaze. Greatest wind mage in existence. Well on the way to be the greatest mage full stop.\" Sora boasted as he gave Verrick another smug look \"The mission isn't mine to just tell anyone about. It's a rather sensitive topic for the client. I'll take you to where she should be right now if those idiots are following the schedule.\" Sora sighed as he looked at his wrist. According to the time, they should've checked into the hotel by now. \nAssuming Mai was keeping the other two in check that is."
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"value": "gabriel\n@hatakekuro\nGabriel wiped sweat and god knows what else off his face with his shirt, catching his breath, he seemed a little wide eyed but other then that seemed okay. He blinked, looking about them. \"I could summon my bear to go to the General. And we could use dog to try and find a way out. He should be able to find an exit\" he said, already searching for the small key they was his bear. That would make three spirits out, although Leo hardly counted-given that he had come through the gate himself. Gabriel thought he could handle it. \n\n\"they need to know what's happened to us after all, and that things here really aren't what they seem. Do you think that psycho actually did that to herself?\" \n\nHe looked up above them, thoughtfully. He suspected he could summon bear up there, and hoped the overweight woman wasn't there still. He first summoned the bear in front of him, to give it instructions before closing the gate and summoning it again way up above them. He hoped it worked but there was really no way of telling. \n\nHe looked around at his companions, \"is everyone okay?\" between the fall and the fight, Gabriel knew he probably looked worse for wear, but he had had his spirits helping him. \"no one too badly hurt?\" he crouched slightly as he spoke, to check Dog over but the spirit seemed in good order. \n\npenny\n\nPenny laid a hand on Jasmimes shoulder, her touch warm, perhaps a little warmer then normal, a circulating heat that seemed to come from within, \"that's okay you've done well. Take a couple of deep breaths, okay? Just relax. That was good\" did that mean that Jasmine had separated from her parents even before the city? There were gaps to fill, but if that was true then it made this a lot harder to do, and they didn't have days. Penny would have to be there for to events tomorrow despite her reluctance she couldn't let the guild down. They were running out of replacements. \n\n\"what about these moth and butterfly people? You've mentioned them but what are they?\"\n\nmichael\n\nMichael shook his head, having never been in any such situation before. \"no, that must have been my buh-buh-brother, Gabriel. We're t-t-twins. He's always g-g-getting into s-such s-s-situations\" it did not surprise Michael that Gabriel had gotten into such a situation. His brother seemed to go where trouble was and try to help, but oft times he just made it worse for himself. \n\n\"he likes b-being able to h-help b-but he can g-get a little out of c-control\" he looked down at his hand, where his mark was. Had it really only been a couple of months? \"I'm in Dragon Fang, my brother is in Frenzy plant\" even now Michael worried that that was a bad mood. Gabriel didn't seem to be doing well in the solider guild, a fact that Michael could have foreseen but there was no convincing Gabriel otherwise. \n\nsam\ntamashii\nSam frowned as the Sprite was taken from ber, but didn't try to reach for it. She looked at Amelia, \"a combination of them? A different kind of spirit?\" there was a small vision lacrima that was showing an image of the city, and Sam reached over to tap it, the vision changing for a brief second to what seemed to be a town some distant away, but it flickered back to the image of the city. Neither parent seemed to notice this, and Sam sat back, looking st Amelia as she waited to see if she was right."
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"value": "Quinn Peterson\n\nCharacter Quote: How fascinating is it to look at what has been and see what could be?\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nCharacter Summary\nAliases: Quinny\nAge: 26\nBirthday: May 3\nEthnicity: British\nBirth Place: Birmingham, England\nPlace of Residency: New York City\nGender: Female\nEducation: College, Majored in Anthropology and Criminal Justice \nOccupation: Forensic Anthropologist\nLanguages: English (Fluent) and French (Fluent)\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nAppearance\nHeight: 5'9''\nWeight: 125 lbs\nBody Type: Slim with slight curves\nEye Color: Light Brown\nHair Color: Red\nSkin Tone: Pale White\nTattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along left wrist up towards arm, tattoo of brother's name on right hip\nPersonal Style: Quinn isn't picky about her clothes, but she prefers clothes that make her feel comfortable, otherwise what would be the point in wearing it? To that end, she will typically wear jeans and a sweater more often than not, but she will branch out with a dress, or blouse, or skirt if she is in the mood. For her job, she wears a lab coat and often dresses professionally. She will wear boots or sneakers mainly, but owns some heels if the event calls for fancy attire.\n\nQuinn tends to go for darker tones in reds, oranges, purples, blues, and grays (her favorite color is scarlet). She wears her hair down unless on the job where she wears it in a nice bun. Jewelry is limited in her profession, but she wears a necklace given to her by her brother, a silver chain with a heart. Make-up is neutral in tone, but she wears color on her lip, usually red or pink. Her nails are never colored, but she will occasionally splurge for a french manicure.\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nPsychology\nHumble * Suspicious * Intelligent * Impulsive * Kind * Repentant\n\nSexuality: Heterosexual\nRelationship Status: Single \nPersonality: Quinn has often been called the brainy one, especially when compared to her twin Quinton. Where Quinn was smart, Quinton was adventerous. Quinn prides herself in her intellect, finding new ways to question and learn. Despite this, she is humble in her opinion of herself. She beleives her accomplishments are due to hard work and hard work alone. Quinn can be impuslive most times, leaping before she thinks and often landing hard in return.\n\nAfter losing her brother, Quinn has become suspicious of most other people. She isn't without friends and acquaintances, but she doesn't allow others to get too close to her less she be hurt again unless they can show they mean it. Quinn feels responsible for her brother's death and is repentant on most things, even when they are truly not her fault. Quinn is very kind, often putting others before herself, especially in the workplace where she feels the most when she is able to help piece together the after effects of someone.\nHabits:* Chews on the ends of her pens\n\n\nHobbies:* Writing\n* Jogging\n* Dance\n\n\nFears:\n* Seeing her father again\n* Drowning\n* Snakes\n\n\nLikes:\n* Riddles\n* Strawberry Shortcake\n* Scarlet\n* Dogs (of any kind)\n* Taking Walks\n* A good book\n\n\nDislikes:\n* Being looked down upon due to her gender\n* Politics\n* Traffic\n* Seafood\n* Bullies\n* Unfair treatment of children\n\n\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nSkills\nGeneral Skills:\n* Computers\n* Anthropology\n* City Knowledge - New York City\n* Writing\n* Criminology\n* Biology\n\n\nCombat Skills:\n* Athletics\n* Self-Defense\n* Stamina\n* Strategy\n\n\nWhat Do They Carry On Them:\n* Clothing - Scarlet Sweater Dress, Black Jeans, Black Ankle Boots\n* Purse - I.D., Passport, $50 (American), 2 Credit Cards, Various Rewards Cards, Pepper Spray\n* Silver Heart Necklace\n* ID For Job\n* Apartment Keys\n* Cell Phone\n\n\nPossessions at Home:\n* Personal Laptop\n* TV\n* Pictures From Home\n* New York Subway Map\n* Files From Work\n* Chess Set\n* Various Books (Fiction, Science, Psychology, Criminal Justice, True Crime, etc.)\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nHistory\n\nBiography: Quinn and Quinton were twins and as close one could be with their sibling. They were very close growing up, but that may have had more to do with their home life than anything else. It's hard to say where their father's anger came up. Quinn believes to this day that he was angry at them for killing their mother in childbirth, leaving him to raise two kids almost alone. Despite him having his own parents to help babysit while he worked two jobs, he was still angry. He would lash out at them, abuse and neglect was a common occurrence.\n\nThings didn't escalate until the two of them were 14 years old. Quinton had been growing tired of being harassed by his own father and he was getting sick of Quinn being hurt as well. So he stood up to their father and fought back. No one could have predicted that their father would lash out like he did when he threatened Quinn's life. Quinton had enough and fought their father, despite Quinn's pleas. It all came to a head when their father pushed Quinton off the balcony in a fit of rage. Quinton did not survive. In her grief, Quinn threatened her father and called the authorities. Their father was arrested and she lived with her grandparents.\n\nQuinn threw herself into her studies as it allowed her to not think about her brother. She continued through college. As much as she loved England, it had too many memories for her, so she packed up and moved to America, landing a job in New York through references. Here, she plans to live, hoping to have a fresh new life over here.\n\nDiscovery Of Your Power: Quinn didn't enjoy physical activity, but she was pretty good at it regardless of training. She chalked it up to genes. However, she noticed that she was quicker than her peers. She had better reflexes. She had better stamina. It was scary how good she was with little training. She decided to test herself and discovered she was unnaturally agile. She kept this a secret, even from Quinton. Something she regrets to this day.\n\nAbility & Powers: Superhuman Agility: Quinn is far more agile than the average human. Due to this, she is quicker as well as more able to control her body movements, balance, strength, and endurance better than the average person. She is able to move effortlessly, dodge, flip, do gymnastics, and martial implements with little effort.\n\nAbility & Powers Weaknesses: Quinn gets tired more easily with continued use of her power. Quinn's joints become sore and inflamed with continued use. Due to her power, Quinn must also eat constantly.\n\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\nAdditional Information\n\nTheme Song: \nExtra Information: Link, Favorite Superpower is Telekinesis\nI agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay."
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"value": "---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nClaire Winters \n\nLocation: Her home, New York City, New York\nInteracting With: Trevor the GeneticLab Annoyance.@Nallore\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n \"Yeah could happen, may happen, but at least it's not going to be pushing it on purpose.\" Claire stated indifferently. As good and maybe as innocent as his intentions seemed, Claire had an innate distrust towards him for some reason. That or it was the lack of sleep, her grumpyness and the lack of coffee that were speaking it could be a combination of all of those.\n\n \"Probably a good idea indeed.\" She said as she escorted him to the front door and closed it behind him, locking it up real good before heading to pick up her gun and returning to bed with the gun at an arm's reach. She just didn't feel like leaving herself unarmed was a good idea from now on. Might be a good thing to invest in better security... or a cat. A kitty would be fine. It'd be nice to have someone waiting for her when she comes back home. And it'd give her ample opportunity to chill like an evil mastermind on the armchair with a cat in her lap. She took a piece of paper and scribbled ' If you are a phantom visitor because of powers bugger off, I want to sleep.' She placed it on the nightstand and hopped into the bed, thinking about the kitty idea. Yeah it sounded like a plan, but by the time she finalized said plan she was already in the land of sleep again.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nAmelia Payne\n\nLocation: Riley's car, Los Angeles, California\nInteracting With: Riley@Nallore\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n Amelia burst into a muffled laughter when Riley said she'd make a great Thor if she puts on a beard. As an artist she quickly imagined herself with a beard and the visual of it was just so funny she couldn't help herself, but laugh. It took her a good minute before she got her laughing under control and somehow stopped herself from pulled a sketchbook to draw herself with a beard because of how absurd she found the idea.\n\n The girl listened with great curiosity as Riley spoke about her hobbies. Wanting to create your art only for yourself was a normal thing to do. Amelia herself sometimes drew pictures she never showed anyone because she didn't want to. They were hers only, but she guessed someone like Riley who was famous for their music will have it worse. When the talk got to her family though, Amelia felt a little weird.\" Ehh no... no siblings. Grew up with my uncle and he got two sons, but me and them don't get along well. He's a good man, but my cousins are douches... I think they thought I was intruding into the family or something.\" She added carefully, thinking about it. It was unnerving how bad she and her cousins got along and since she was quiet girl and didn't rat them out they just pestered her to no end."
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"value": "Fumiko \"Kuīn\" Nakamura\n\n\n---\n\n\nShe had been sleeping peacefully into the late hours of the morning, a rare treat that the girl rarely ever got to indulge in these days. That being said, the operative word here is 'had'. Unfortunately for the young pop idol, Bella had a rather different idea for Fumiko that morning. Taking a flying leap onto her bed, Fumiko had no warning before a 145-pound bundle of energy, fur, and slobber was landing on her. Immediately after the girl whined in complaint as the dog started licking her face, wanting her human to get up and play. Not long after, she was on her feet being dragged around by the dog's rope as she was easily overpowered by the animal. After finally managing to break away from the puppy long enough to get ready, she walked back out into the living room. \"Bella-boo! Come on, dummy. We're going for a walk!\" She said happily as she grabbed the leash and hooked up the dog. \n\nNot long after, Fumiko was out in the streets of New York. Walking her massive dog around the bloc near her building, she wore a pair of sunglasses and a ball cap to try to hide her identity. It was actually kind of scary how well silly things like this from the movies actually worked in a busy city such as this. Especially one where you could walk by a shop and half of the time hear your own music playing from within. It was a rather uneventful walk, and soon enough the two were back at the building. Fumiko meanwhile going about her daily chores of workout, playing with her dog, and phone meetings with her producers and record label. \n\n\"Be a good girl, Bella. I gotta do an appearance in Times Square. New album launch today, ya know?\" She said with a pat on the dog's head before heading down to the garage. On the elevator down she pulled out her phone and quickly dialed up her producers. \"Heya Jimmy, did you get the streets cleared?\" She asked, and thanked the man on the other end of the phone when he gave her the affirmative. Special appearance meant she could get streets cleared to drive over, how she loved being famous. Hopping in her lambo, Fumiko was soon on her way to the appearance. Hopefully today wouldn't be super weird like her life had been lately. Especially with the seeing other people everywhere..."
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"value": "\"Dia duit núíosach!\"\nAge: 18\nRace: Dathia (\"Colors\")\n\n\n---\n\n\nAppearance\nStanding at just beneath 5 feet, Caitriona has several common features for her people - her hair has multiple colors, the deep red of the roots moving into a transitory orange and then a yellow as if her hair was like fire itself. Depending on when you meet her, it may range between extremely well kept or completely ragged as if she had been running through a forest. Her body is lean and thin, and she tends to wear short dresses of a simple cloth comparable to linen or of various gathered plants woven into each other. Her face is fair, and sometimes she will apply various bits of paint to it as some sort of makeup.\n\nOn her back usually is a sack of linen, with strings wrapping it around her shoulders so it doesn't have to be carried. Attached to it is a wooden flute that has various engravings running up and down it's length, as well as a small porcelain flask for water and a finely crafted knife of some sort of white stone.\n\nHer shoes are dissimilar to the rest of her selection, looking like something charlotte may be more familiar with in style. Additionally, one of her bags has the slight raddle of some sort of coin.\n\nAbilities\nIt will only take a few minutes of meeting the girl to figure out a few things about her: she can find anything within a forest, she can music that can enchant the hearts of the hardest to break. This is not to say there is some sort of magic about it, but rather that it is simply really good. Her appearance lends to some sort of tribal lifestyle, so it isn't surprising that the girl knows her ways around nature - she can read the stars, she can find water, and she can find food and even unique plants used in medicine or for other various purposes.\n\nAdditionally, her hair glows at night like a fire, and will change color to blue when a powerful magical presence is around, such as a VERY large predator.\n\nThe hair has magical properties as well. Caitriona is able to burn it in a flute and allow anyone nearby to speak to animals in a literal sense.\n\nPersonality\nFickle, fun, and pun, this bard knows how to enjoy herself with others, often playing minor pranks or teasing them for the fun of it. She is kind, but not ridiculously self sacrificing: she has herself, and the people that raised her. While she believes that teaching others is important, she eventually expects her students to have learned for themselves.\n\nHowever, she has always been very curious even among her people, which has led to her interacting with other cultures more than what her people would consider normal, and sometimes they even consider it too much.\n\nHistory\nWill Fill in as we go along.\n\nThe Uaimh\nYou don't know shit.\nOther\nWill fill in as we go along."
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"value": "~Charlotte LaChance~\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nStrands have power? Her hair? That...that was a pretty amazing property for something to be able to do. Interesting, but that was all she could think of it with the current haze her thoughts were in.\n\n\"Calm of the forest?! This is the exact opposite of what I consider calming and normal!\" Charlotte replied, barely registering the canteen being shoved into her hands. \"Just...a little water? Oh yes, because that would make everything just a-okay! Just a little water would make all of this seem completely normal.\" Cait was right thought, she should try calming down. Just a little bit would help get her thoughts in order. Besides, that tune she was playing was pleasant enough at least...after a few seconds, the dark haired woman gave a tired, defeated sigh, retaking her seat and practically chugging the entire canteen of water before managing a mostly calm reply.\n\n\"No, I am not.\" Charlotte replied to the rabbit. Play it cool Charlotte. If she could remain level headed even when faced with a blood-thirsty, screaming, axe-wielding mountain barbarian, she could keep her cool and talk to a rabbit. \"Really great observation there, rabbit.\" Despite her sarcasm, it would likely be obvious that she was still troubled.\n\nHonestly, this was a...completely troubling development.\n\nLogically speaking, animals shouldn't be able to talk. However if they could, also logically speaking...and they were as sentient and intelligent as people were...then wouldn't that effectively be the same as murdering another human being? Was that what Cait meant by 'friends'? In a literal sense instead of a more pet-like familiar sense?\n\nShe honestly felt a little sick."
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"value": "Caitriona felt a little relieved as the other woman calmed down after another short outburst, a slight smile crossing her lips as the other woman downed the water as instructed. The native tried to be patient as this was almost certainly the first experience of this kind for the other woman. At a break in the song, the orange haired girl patted Charlotte's shoulder comfortingly a little bit before continuing her music in a lower volume so the rabbit could speak more clearly.\n\nThe furry creature replied to Charlotte after a bit, the natural exuberance and enthusiasm breaking through. \"Thanks Charlotte!\" The voice spoke of the small puff ball's complete trust in the other woman, although after a few seconds the rabbit turned it's head towards Caitriona. \"Cait! News from overtheriver!\" The native raised an eyebrow and nodded at the rabbit in an indication for it to continue. \"It's spring, and Aislinn seems to have already begun her search! The highrocks shifted towards the latesun, although the wavefront has remained the same. The BlueFeathers will be distant for a bit!\"\n\nThe orange haired girl stopped her music, giving the world an irritated look as Aislinn was mentioned although seeming glad as the blue feathers would be distant this year. Others would suffer, but their presence in the last year had taken a toll on the local animal populations. \"Thank you my little one.\" Caitriona obviously wanted to continue the conversation, but a look over at her newest companion suggested that perhaps it was time to let the other woman process ... whatever she was processing. \"May your travels be safe and carrots plentiful and springtime well enjoyed.\"\n\nThe rabbit let out what seemed like a high-pitched snicker before grabbing a last bit of food handed out by Caitriona and hopping off into the forest in an adorable manner. Caitriona played a quick tune to keep other animals away before crossing her legs more tightly and looking over towards her black haired companion. \"See? Friends!\" For a little bit the orange haired girl put on a false smile, before frowning slightly. \"Charlotte I know I told you to stop being serious, but this expression suits you worse.\" The bard forced herself to put on another smile, then played a soft tune for the other woman in hopes it would make her feel a little more ... at peace."
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"value": "~Charlotte LaChance~\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCharlotte hardly listened to what the rabbit was saying. She heard some vague talk of being thanked for...something. Whatever it was? She had barely even introduced herself. The rabbit and Cait started talking about the land or something. She couldn't make sense of it in her current state. The smoke was still messing with her head too much for completely rational thought aside from dredging up some thoughts she would have rather stayed buried for now. Oh, and the fact that over the course of the years she had probably killed, experimented upon, and probably did some not so nice things to animals.\n\nAs Cait started speaking again though, she managed to pull herself from such thoughts and turned her head towards the other woman. Once again, she was commenting on her facial expression. With a grunt, Charlotte rested her right arm on her right knee, still holding onto the Canteen.\n\n\"Well, this is what it looks like when someones had their basic understanding of the world shattered.\" Charlotte replied grumpily, shaking her head. \"Friends, eh?\" She had a dilemma here she didn't know how she could possibly solve, except for carrying on like nothing had changed. But she didn't want to do that. Not at all. That wouldn't make her any better than those fools at the tower. She frowned, sighing and standing back up as she brushed some dirt off of her pants.\n\n\"...I need to take a walk.\" She said. Mostly, she just needed a bit of time to think of a solution to this problem. At the moment though, she didn't think she could entirely do it with this smoke clouding her judgement. \"I need to think a bit and this smoke isn't helping.\" She turned and started to leave. \"I'll be gone for a bit, but I am going to the mountain near the coast. I'll be back in a few hours.\"\n\nHer voice was still serious, but it carried a lot less of its usual seeming hostility. If anything, it seemed more thoughtful. Or perhaps just tired."
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"value": "Caitriona listened to Charlotte, frowning slightly. But on the other hand, she felt a little relieved despite the black haired girl's obvious distress. If the other woman had no knowledge of this situation and didn't think something of her 'friends' at all, the orange haired girl would have immediately gone to contact the great mothers for advice despite the current situation back with the group. Aislinn could be an annoyance, but even the frustrations she caused were minor in comparison to someone without remorse.\n\nHowever letting the other woman go walking out in the middle of the night while she was experiencing the effects of the Sensation for the first time without knowing the workings of the land was a horrible, terrible idea. And besides, being in the Sensation alone was a sad and sometimes horrifying experience. The company of another named one was important and more joyful anyways.\n\nWatching Charlotte begin to walk away, Caitriona rushed back into the cave and gathered a few things together before jogging after the other woman ... and remaining ten feet away after a little deliberation. Close enough to help or have a conversation if the other woman wanted it, but not so much as to crowd out her own thoughts if she needed to think for herself. Unless the other woman brought something up, the silence would last for about twenty minutes until a small voice broke the silence.\n\n\"Charlotte ... does the land where you live not shift with the seasons? Is that why a map works?\" It was a random thought, but Caitriona finally understood what the other woman had been meaning to get at earlier."
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"value": "~Charlotte LaChance~\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nCharlotte had barely been paying attention when Cait followed her. She was vaguely aware of her presence, but mostly left herself alone with her thoughts. Occasionally, she'd crane her neck upwards through the trees of the forest, trying to catch a glimpse of the sky. It was clear enough, with a few clouds, but otherwise it'd have a good view if the foliage wasn't in the way. Stars were stars, even in this strange land and even if they were unfamiliar. Far away, unknown, even to the scholars of Astril, despite their attempts. She always liked the luminescent dots of light.\n\nAfter some walking though, it became increasingly clear that she was thoroughly lost. Just a bit. At least, she had lost the location of the mountain. Unthinkable, considering she had memorized the path from her cave to the place quite easily, but something was different. She could tell simply from the way the landscape looked. Thankfully, Cait's voice quickly explained it, though she was asking a question. Land shifting with the seasons? She wasn't even going to question it after the talking animals. It was clear something here was fundamentally different than her usual laws of science and reason. Her normal vein of logic wouldn't work here. That both terrified, and excited her.\n\nRight, she should answer instead of remaining silent probably.\n\n\"...no.\" She replied quietly, shaking her head. She had ended up walking far into the forest, the small cave that passed for her home at least a good distance away by now. Well, she had nothing better to do than talk right now. If Cait was curious, she might as well speak, at least a little. \"The land is unchanging as stone. At least, any changes happen over great periods of time. Centuries, even. I assume that isn't the case here from that comment.\" When all other answers were exhausted, the remaining must be true no matter how improbable, after all. She sighed, shaking her head and turning to Cait. \"We don't even have 'seasons', really. Everything is always blanketed in a thick layer of snow and ice sometimes deep enough for a man to fall into and never be seen again. If not, then it's one of the rocky mountains that seem to scrape the skies to the western edge of the land or one of the many pine forests. A few small grassy plains with small shrubs and bushes exist, but for the most part it is simply snow and ice. Not that I mind - Our people have grown quite accustomed to it over the centuries since we settled in the Tower. We can easily move around in a light cloak and clothing without too much trouble, as long as we do not plan to stay outdoors for long. If anything, the heat here is almost suffocating sometimes.\"\n\nShe looked towards the ground.\n\n\"Likewise, I am assuming you have guessed animals do not speak where I come from. Or at least, such a method of communication is unheard of among my people, though I doubt they would ever find it useful to any extent. The hunter rarely has need to communicate with its prey.\" She had to wonder if it even was a thing in some dusty tome in one of the libraries? It was quite possible. There were some books in there that hadn't been touched in ages because they had been deemed useless information or pursuits."
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"value": "The native listened as the other woman discussed the moving terrain and comparing it to her land back home, only listening attentively aside from a slight nod to confirm the other woman's suspicions. A land of ice and snow sounded harsh, considering that the island itself never was required to encounter such climates on it's own. But Charlotte seemed to gloss over the 'tower' again, which seemed to be her real home in that land. Cait thought about asking a question about it for clarification, but the other woman started talking about her friends which the native decided was more important to handle at the moment. It was rather clear the other woman was bothered by it and before mentioning anything on the subject Caitriona moved closer.\n\n\"I assumed that was true based on how you screamed 'a-animals do not talk' in a voice that sounded like a pack of hungry wolves appeared before you.\" The native let out a slightly teasing smirk before sighing and giving the other woman a more serious look. Cait was still high and would have preferred to have this conversation at another point in time but it was clear the black haired woman needed the emotional attention now. The other woman would feel a comforting hand on her shoulder before the native said anything else. \"Charlotte ... you have clearly been deep in the world that is your mind since you found that out.\"\n\nThe orange haired woman had come to her own conclusions about the other woman's hunting patterns on her own when she had left previously, although based on the distressed look the other girl had painted on her face it was likely she needed some guidance. \"So your people consider the friends to be prey not to spoken with ... but you have spoken to the friends Charlotte. What did you think of it?\""
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"value": "Quote: Well... crap.\nAlias: Ecto\nAge: 22\nGender: Male\nFamily: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)\nOccupation: Online Translator\nAppearance: \n\nEric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10\", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers. \n\nHe doesn't have any special costume for his \"night-time\" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.\n\nMethod of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his \"victims\", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.\n\nSuperpower: \n\n\n\nSpectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.\n\nPartial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.\n\nSpectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.\n\nHaunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it's not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.\nHaunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.\n\nSkills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the \"whack it until it's down\" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.\n\nEquipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.\n\nPersonality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience. \n\nHe disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to \"atone\" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words \"crap\" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.\n\nBiography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.\n\nThough his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.\n\nTime went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for \"normies\", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.\n\nBut while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always \"busy\" they slowly stopped talking.\n\nOne night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.\n\n\"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit.\"\n\nAt that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.\n\n\"- I...guess not.\"\n\nCold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.\n\n\"Okay, let's try this again.\" He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.\n\n\"Groovy.\" This is when his life really began.\n\nTheme Song:youtube.com/watch?v=qyNrZwDOh14\n\nRelationships: TBD\n\nExtra: We're NOT normal."
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"value": "Wraith\n\nJust as Wraith was about to open her mouth again, the person they'd all been waiting for walked in through the wall, and was promptly scared off by one of the most intimidating attempts at starting a conversation she'd ever encountered. Maybe having a room of armed and dangerous super-powered vigilantes wasn't the best way to start a friendship. Who knew? she thought, rolling her eyes in a way that made it quite clear what she was thinking.\n\nShe snapped out of her daydream when she heard Omega shout at her and Ecto to chase him down. As much as she'd love to stay here and be sarcastic, the guy had a point. I hate it when they have a point. If they wanted to calm Walker down for a talk though, whatever that thing Raven had summoned wouldn't help. It freaked Wraith out, and it was probably on her side.\n\nAiming for the space that Wall Walker had just disappeared through, Wraith phased through the wall after him, just a little too slow for her to see where he'd gone. This chase was going well so far, then. Sometimes Wraith thought she should spend less time on one-liners and more time on her job. Then again, one-liners were the most important part. She shook her head in frustration. Great. All that talk, and she'd lost him within ten seconds. If only some kind of convenient noise would lead her to where he was. On cue, she heard Omega shouting from nearby, and sprinted as fast as she could towards the source of the noise, just to see the gravity controller crumple.\n\nShe didn't have time to see if he was alright, and didn't really care either. Natural selection and everything. She was far more interested in chasing down Wall Walker, whose leg she saw disappear through the back wall. She vaguely noticed the sound of another person or two entering the room behind her as she sprinted after the criminal, phasing through the wall behind his exit within seconds. Someone needed to keep track of the guy. He'd better hope the rest of them catch up fast. For his sake, and that of his internal organs.\n\nThis was starting to annoy her now, and she completely forgot her persona as she started to chase him down. \"You should really give this whole chase thing up, pal.\" she said, losing her cheerfulness in favour of an almost emotionless monotone. \"Your powers are just a discount version of my own, anyway. And if there's one thing I hate, it's a cheap knockoff.\"\n\nAs she spoke, she laid on an extra burst of speed, hoping to catch up to Wall Walker. She was prepared for the guy to try and surprise her, but decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, raising the density of her fist as launched a quick punch at the fleeing criminal, preparing herself mentally for him to retaliate."
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"value": "Girard heard the loud crash and various grunts from what could only have been the floor collapsing under the stress as well as Scarlet along with his team to boot. He could hear noise developing near the doorway which made him rush over only to find TB held by his hoodie by a stupidly large tiger who was trying to fit through the doorway impeded by the man's staff and probably by the others if they had recovered from the fall by now. Something piqued his interest however, why was Scarlet trying to run away with Turn Back in tow? The woman/tigress could have been mauling him but instead chose to try to escape with him which meant something had to be going through her mind, maybe something they could use as leverage. that was up until the man aimed what looked to be a nasty shot straight at what he could see now was a bullet wound and knew using the other man's limited influence probably wasn't going to happen now.\n\nThe big man heard Reaper call him into action and he was forming something of a plan in mind as he moved swiftly, for him towards the doorway. With the little speed he could manage the bruiser hopped up past the porch with a big thud next to Scarlet's head as well as the hanging TB who was in some trouble. Looking a bit further he could tell Reaper was up to something seeing shadowy limbs around the front paws which were opening them up trying to cut some of the tigress' balance, he could use that big time.\n\nFirst move was to pry open Scarlet's jaws enough to get TB out and away by tossing the smaller man so he could land as well as get away from the building if something went wrong which was inevitable. It was then that Girard used the leverage of Reaper to get under Scarlet's front where he starting pushing back and up, shifting a grip to the mid section opposite to her wound, fully intending to flip over the tigress so he could pin her down though preferably not on her wounded side. The claws as well as the struggling wouldn't help if he could get dominant position so he started to use his strength, weight, and straight determination to fight right back against Scarlet's own attempts to dislodge him.\n\n\"Back legs. Then get out.\" Tank said with a calm but strong voice towards his teammates which would clue them in if his plan wasn't entirely obvious by now.\n\nThe others were getting one hell of a show of just how strong the big man was, wrestling a massive damn tiger might've made more of an impression than the wall/stage at HQ, but that was the last thing on his mind as the showdown continued. He just hoped the others did what they were going to do quick however they would probably have to make a quick exit because with just Scarlet on the floor in this spot the old building was gonna be having trouble and with both of them nothing good would come of it so the quicker the got out the better. If it came to brass tacks Girard could shield Scarlet from the worst of the debris if she started turning back normal or to something smaller but it all depended on her but one way or the other he was going to make sure she knew the odds one way or the other."
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"value": "Age: 30\n\nSex: Male\n\nAppearance: 6'2\" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.\n\n\n\"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating.\" \n\nLike many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.\n\nHis real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.\n\nFunnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner. \n\n\"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it.\" \n\nBeing an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.\n\nWhile as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation. \n\nAfter years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.\n\nWhat he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.\n\n\"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry.\" \n\nDespite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.\n\nTravis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or \"pass-the-fist\" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.\n \n\"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes.\""
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"value": "Yuno glanced off towards Nemo once he made his way to the stairs before taking in a deep breath. \"Well, it seems we were in agreement then. Goodnight, Travis.\" She stated before turning around and making her own way upstairs. Briefly straightening her arms out in front of her and then over her head as she walked to loosen and relax the. The day had been rather hectic at this point in time, and sleep seemed like the best course of action for her if she wasn't getting anything further tonight. Yet, she had a feeling her sleep wouldn't be very easy due to the anticipation and the fact the group she was now sharing the building with was full of rather interesting characters. Finding a room on the right she slipped quietly inside and turned on one of the lights to examine the room closer. Certainly, it was far better than most dorms at the academy so it was almost as if she were on vacation and not looking for the truth behind a possible quest. Spoils of good work perhaps? Though, she hasn't gotten a chance to do too much as of yet which simply tried her patience when it comes to how long she is willing to spend without definitive proof. Yet, a part of her enjoyed the change from the day she had been having back at the Acadamia which was mostly stuck inside classes she had to cram for while working on that paper she disliked. Thinking this over she determined she definitely could stay calm about the events going on here as long as it would remain interesting, at least outside of the possible violence and weary eye she planned to keep towards Nemo.\n\nResiding towards the window of the room Yuno took a brief portion of her time to examine the stars once again as she had been before. Of course they didn't change to much in the distance between the Acadamia and this shelter Felix created. However, she wondered to herself how far this may take her if Felix was able to teleport that far and regularly in search of her, the other recruits, and next the Paragons. \"…My mother would kill me in she found out about this-\" she commented aloud to herself before moving away from the window many minutes after she had started her night watch. Without clothes to change into she determined it would be beneficial to sleep in her undergarments tonight. Leaving her outfit folded neatly on whatever dresser may be available and slipping under the covers she noted how nice the beds ended up being. Sinking into the softness and resting her head now with her hair flowing instead of a ponytail she left out a long overdue sigh of relaxation and closed her eyes. Slowly drifting off into a dreamless sleep."
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"value": "Artos Bane\n\nArtos chuckled softly as the temperature continued to drop around him to frighteningly low levels, his breathe now came in puffs but he was at least comfortable now. Thankfully the sphere of influence he had created was roughly an inch away from his own body, making sure nobody else would suffer like he did from unoptimized weather. Being from white-out homeland he was from it was unlikely he would get accustomed to the weather differences any time soon.\n\n\"I'm fine. Just.. heat and me don't get along.\"\n\nHis canteens slowly emptied the pure crystal blue water, it's rich mana infused touch flowed over him with a rejuvenating effect. The soft healing eased his sore body as Artos picked himself off the floor, for the second time today he added quietly, to stand tall and proud. Felix had returned and expressed his concerns too, to which a quick wave confirmed he was indeed still alive. Artos returned his attentions back to Travis and offered his hand out. \n\n\"Apologies. I am Artos Bane, of the north, I believe is how you all refer to it. To whom do I have the pleasure of introducing myself to?\"\n\nArtos could not hide his curiosity as he took in every aspect of the man. Pale skin, long leather coat with no visible weaponry, dressed warm but clearly not for practical reasons like back home. The mans attire spoke more of a scholar than a fighter. Most of the people who had retired since he had arrived had a similar feel. Even Felix, without his armor, seemed unprepared.. Maybe the rest of them were the same."
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"value": "Jessie nodded and followed Felix through the portal. Once through, she glanced around at the new location.\nA rather comfortable looking room, plenty of space. There were also two other people in the room, Jessie assumed that those two, Felix and herself, were not in fact, the entirety of their party.\n\"So uh, Felix? You came to pick me up with kinda only the bare minimum explanation. Wanna give me a more detailed rundown on where we are now, and what the plan is?\""
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"value": "Felix raised a slight eyebrow at the summoner's question.\n\n\"I told you about the paragon's didn't I? Well then you are on the same page as the other five in this building. As for where we are, we are in the Redwood forest in Northern California, USA. Technically, in terms of sleep times, this time zone is only five hours ahead of yours. It was about 8:00 PM in New Zealand, and it is midnight here. So you should be able to still sleep if you had a long eventful day.\" Felix explained, \"As for our plan well, I am waiting until morning to disclose that information to everyone at the same time. Let's just say that, if you like Indiana Jones, you'll like what I have planned.\" \n\nFelix looked around, \"Well, I don't know about all of you but I am going to bed, we have a big day ahead of us. All of the guest rooms are up stars. Feel free to choose any of the unoccupied ones.\" And with that, Felix walked off towards the master bedroom which was just behind the study on the first floor."
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"value": "It took a moment to Travis realize how pale, and blue, the man's skin was once he had gotten a closer look. It was almost as if the stranger himself was frozen in a well below sub-zero environment, but obviously the warmer and cozier surroundings betrayed that notion. Eventually, the pale blue-skinned figure, now appearing much more livelier than previously observed, explained that he was not very well versed with the heat, as evident by the cold atmosphere that surrounded him.\n\nFelix returned finally, and with him yet another recruit for this fated adventure. Travis didn't pay too much mind at first to their new female counterpart at first as Felix queried about the man's condition. The stranger however waved off Felix's worries as a gesture to confirm he was well. \"He's good,\" Travis replied.\n\nExtending his hand to to Travis, the man identified himself as Artos Bane of the North; at least that possibly explained the cold essence about him. Travis of course kindly met the gesture but only to find out that by shaking hands with Artros did he really understand how cold to the touch he truly was. \n\n\"Y-you may call be Travis McGrath, or just Travis,\" the Untalent hesitantly replied with a chuckle as he felt his own body heat literally being zapped away, \"And damn, you are really cold - not to be rude. I must ask how you're beyond not bothered by this element.\""
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"value": "Artos Bane\n\nArtos smiled politely and mistook Travis' shaking momentarily for being shy. It was only when he spoke up about it that he pulled back his hand and took a large step back, separating him and Travis from the cold zone he had created. A very small smirk slipped onto his face at the irony of the statement. Beyond not bothered.. by a little cold?\n\n\"Not rude at all. My homeland is one of constant snow and freezing climates. My village in particular is protected by a blizzard so cold it has taken to freezing protected men in moments. Observe.\"\n\nArtos was unaccustomed to the etiquette of those not from his homeland and was thus unconcerned with property damage as he grabbed a random book off the shelf, quickly leafing through it to ensure it was not some sacred tome or magical guide book. The written word was understandable, thankfully, and the words all nonsense anyhow. Artos turned and held the book out for Travis to see, with the swordsmans hands on the spine and cover firmly. A focus of his mana brought the temperature in his sphere of control to well beyond freezing in mere moments, the sheer cold froze the book in moments, to which Artos merely flexed his hands and shattered it into shards. \n\n\"If you are unprepared for such weather, the youth of my homeland die. Only the strong can survive it.\" Artos gave a light chuckle, as if the concept of death by freezing was somehow not a horrific fate. \"You asked how I am not bothered by it, but the same goes in reverse. This domiciles temperature was practically suffocating. How can you stand such oppressive heat? The answer seems to be that we are familiar to very different things..\" \n\nArtos again glanced at the mans attire, this time much more noticably examining the fellow. \n\n\"Apologies now if I sound rude, Travis McGrath, but I see no weapons on your person. Perhaps you employ the use of hidden weapons?\""
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"value": "@Zelosse\nJessie looked over at the two other mages in the room.\n\"So, you guys get roped into the kooky quest too? Do you think its legit?\"\nShe asked as she walked over to the two.\n\"I'm Jessie by the way. Jessie Link.\""
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"value": "\"Impressive\" Travis commented as Artos demonstrated his prowess in ice-related magic by encasing a non-relevant textbook in a thick layer of frost before crushing frozen book into pieces.\n\nArtos soon briefly explained the spartan-esque tradition of his homeland where only the strong and the more capable that can handle the terrible cold can survive. He soon gave a chuckle afterwards as if the cruel concept was mere child's play. However, Artos soon confronted Travis regarding the climate most humans were used to, almost complaining how hard it was to breath with so much unaccustomed heat ever permeating through the air but quickly concluded it was a matter of familiarity. \n\n\"That we can universally agree on for the time being.\" he acknowledged, not wanting to enter into a debate or much less a lecture.\n\nLike Yuno before, Travis observed Artos scanning him as if to form an opinion. Did he really look all that unusual? Apparently so to everyone else; maybe it was the coat? After awhile, Artos curiously asked if he maintained any weapons of his own after finding none externally. \n\n\"Eh, Not really. Nothing pointy or shooty in the least...\" Travis vaguely explained, \"Fighting is generally something I tend to avoid at all times if I can help it. I'm a Scholar so much of what I try to do is not looking for trouble, though rather opposite.\"\n\nJust as Travis finished his sentence did a softer voice made itself known. The voice belonged to Jessie Link as she introduced herself; she was the same woman Felix had recruited and brought back moments before. Breaking the interaction with Artos breifly, Travis turned in replay to face Jessie in reply. \n\n\"Indeed we have Miss Link. You may call me Travis,\" he greeted in a bow, \"While I'm sure we all have our different opinions of Felix and his incredible quest, I do however find many reasons to believe him thus far.\""
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"value": "Basics\n--------------------\nAge: 24\n\nBirthday: June 10th\n\nGender: Male\n\nPersonality: Nicholas believes in strong, well-balanced teamwork. He usually tries to take a leadership role, but if someone showing more confidence and toughness than him comes along, he quickly falls behind. He doesn't say much, but once he gets talking, he can't stop.\n\nNotable traits: Overprotective, sharp-witted\n\n--------------------\nAppearance\n--------------------\nGeneral: Not the most handsome person, but not too hard on the eyes, either. He's got a pretty average weight and, due to the recent goings-on, a muscular build.\n\nSkin tone: Tanned\n\nHair color: Light brown\n\nEye color: Dark brown\n\nHeight: 6'1\"\n\nWeight: 170lbs\n\nOther: N/A\n\n---------------------\nMiscellaneous\n---------------------\nBiography: Before the disease began to spread in his hometown, Nicholas lived with his parents and ten-year-old sister. He worked as a roofer while attending college to work with computers. Since most of the residents in the town have become infected, he's taken refuge in a warehouse with his little sister and sick mother.\n\nEquipment: On hand, two machetes, a combat knife, a rifle, a 24-pack of bottled water, various canned foods, and three blankets. Warehouse has various goods stocked.\n\nLiving relatives: Mother (Melinda), little sister (Alisa)\n\nOther: He can lift, push, and pull up to 280lbs."
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"value": "\"Yeah, I know,\" he said, referring to her comment about her soiled clothing. \"We're gonna find you something to wear. Let's just kind of get moving a bit. I know it's probably disgusting,\" he looked over at her. \"Here, let's try here.\"\n\nThey hadn't walked very far, but Nicholas randomly chose a house to stop in. He imagined that Mattie was very uncomfortable in her blood-stained clothing. He wouldn't want to be walking around wearing them, either."
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"value": "Mattie hurried inside the house and breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of different clothes. She went up some stairs in search of a closet, found a woman's bedroom, and rummaged through her wardrobe. Without a second thought as to whether or not she'd been followed, she pulled on a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a jean jacket that looked a little stupid but which Mattie wore regardless. Then she grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put those on. \n\nNext stop: Bathroom. She found some makeup-removal wipes and went through all of them to get the blood droplets off of her skin, tested to sink to see if it worked (it didn't), and investigated the woman's makeup collection (it looked awful). \"Boom! I'm a new person now,\" she said loudly as she headed back down the stairs, but then she made a stop in the laundry room. There had to be some, come on, come on... and there it was! A bottle of unscented bleach. \n\nMattie grabbed the container and nodded satisfied at its weight; it seemed at least half full to her. She stuffed it into one of the backpacks and turned her head. \"I'm good, unless you want to loot the place. It's pretty untouched.\""
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"value": "Nicholas stood in the front doorway, halfway in the house and halfway on the porch, while Mattie paraded up the stairs. He figured there would be no use in following her since she was going to change clothing, and he knew it would be inappropriate for him to watch her. He tapped his foot on the wood of the entry hallway and waited. She was taking such a long time, he started to worry about her on top of his anxiety of being discovered by the undead.\n\nHe heard her yell something upstairs, but he hesitated to run up there because her voice didn't sound panicked and he hadn't heard any other commotion. As he contemplated running to her potential rescue, he saw her coming down the stairs. Relief lightened his head in a good way, and he was about to say something to her when she turned and went into another room as if she hadn't even seen him. He grumbled underneath his breath.\n\nThen, she finally came to face him again. \"Untouched?\" he asked incredulously. \"Really? I've been in almost every unlocked house on this street.\" He pushed past her and started looking in rooms. Empty rooms. Definitely empty rooms. In fact, two of the rooms didn't even have furniture.\n\nAfter semi-thoroughly checking the entire first floor, Nicholas dubiously marched up the stairs and found himself in a short, narrow hallway. He picked the first room to his right, which seemed to be the master bedroom. He guessed this was where Mattie found her clothing, and left it. Upon entering the room across the hallway, the first thing he saw was a crib. He sighed. He already knew what was going to happen next.\n\nSo, when he approached the crib, what did he find? A sleeping baby, of course. Or maybe it was dead. Sick? Infected. He didn't know. He stared at it as if it had just insulted his entire family. \"Mattie,\" he yelled, \"Did'ja check any other rooms? Come up here, please.\"\n\nBig blue eyes opened up and stared at him, and then the infant began to wail."
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"value": "\"No, I didn't,\" she called, and she followed him slowly up the stairs, curious as to what he might have found. Shortly after she'd started tailing Nicholas, the most God-awful voice assaulted her eardrums and made Mattie cringe. She knew that sound from underpaid babysitting jobs; a feeling of dread settled over her as she entered the room and her eyes fell upon the crib. Oh, no. What were they supposed to do with a baby? \n\nMattie was not good at caring for other human beings. Therapists had told her that the lack of human interaction and limited affection in her early life had damaged that bit of her brain or something like that, but she knew that it would be unforgivable to leave the poor thing to starve here. Cautiously, she reached into the crib and prodded at the infant to check for anything like bites. She turned her head and looked at Nicholas with round eyes. \n\nHer voice was soft at this point. \"Maybe we should look for diapers and baby food.\" She chewed her lip. This was a challenge she certainly hadn't seen coming."
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"value": "The baby couldn't have been more than a few months old, Nicholas thought. It looked almost like his sister did when she was that young. It had virtually no hair, and was clad solely in a diaper, left without blankets in the cold house. He remembered going into Alisa's room when she was so small, during the winter, and tucking blankets tightly around her so that her cries would hush and not wake his parents.\n\n\"It's just...\" he hesitated, not wanting to voice the thought. \"It's so...healthy. This house wasn't open a couple days ago. Where did its parents go...?\"\n\nHe looked around for a sign. Any sign. A note, maybe? But nothing. Maybe the zombies had gotten its parents. But why didn't they get the child? It was so helpless, so vulnerable...\n\nNicholas reached into the crib and carefully pulled the baby into his arms, cradling it against his chest. He looked around for a blanket, or maybe some clothes. The kid was probably freezing and hungry. He slowly walked over to a dresser by the window, effortlessly and lightly bouncing the baby as he did. He was relieved to find plenty of clothes that would no doubt fit. He pulled out a blue and white striped onesie with long sleeves.\n\nAfter he dressed the child, he sat on the floor and laid it in his lap, gesturing at Mattie. \"Give me the back with the blankets.\" When she did, he wrapped the blankets around the baby. \"I think it's a boy because of the clothing they've got for it, but I can't be sure. Here, hold him,\" he said, giving him to Mattie.\n\nHe went back across the hallway and started tearing the master bedroom apart. He knew they had to have some sort of baby album. Birth certificate. Hospital band. Something.\n\nThen, he found it. The birth certificate. Oddly enough, the only thing he could make out was the name. He walked over to the next room and told Mattie, \"It's a boy. His name is Cole S-...Sh-...Suh- what does this say?\" he asked, handing the slip of paper to her."
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"value": "Before Mattie could say anything, there was a baby in her arms. Perhaps surprisingly, though, she didn't complain, just held it and crooned softly, \"Aren't you a little cutie?\" while making the blankets nice and snug for him. She smiled and cradled him, calming him with a slow and gentle sweeping motion in her arms until Nicholas came back, at which point Mattie stopped immediately so that he wouldn't comment. \n\nWhen he handed her the birth certificate, she didn't snatch it as she usually did with things, but took it lightly like the paper was an egg and might break if she gripped too hard. \"Shraiman?\" she said. \"Cole Shraiman.\" She was still at a loss. \"I hope he has formula, or something.\" If there was a thing Mattie wasn't willing to do, it was to rescue a baby from an empty house only to watch it starve on the journey. \n\nWithout another word, she gave the slip of paper back and carried little Cole down the stairs and went into the kitchen. \"Don't you worry, little guy, you'll have something to eat soon,\" she said, rummaging with one hand as she did so, careful to hold the infant. She started to whistle softly as she did so."
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"value": "Confused but not too surprised by Mattie's sudden change of character, Nicholas followed her to see what she could find. Electricity had been a thing of the past for a while now, so he hesitated to check the fridge, but did so anyway. Obviously, there was nothing of use in there. Instead, he looked through the cabinets above the counters and eventually found empty baby bottles.\n\n\"Here,\" he said, putting them on the counter in front of Mattie. \"Found anything else?\""
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"value": "In response, Mattie held up a half-empty jar of baby food that miraculously hadn't expired yet. She slid it into one of the backpacks, then grabbed the bottles and did the same with them, and said, \"We'd best be on the move again. I don't want to be stuck in here with a baby should they track us down. Did you pick up diapers? Those would be...an asset.\" She inwardly shuddered with the knowledge that sooner or later she would have to change this kid's diaper."
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"value": "\"Diapers,\" Nicholas sighed. \"Right.\"\n\nHe trekked back up the stairs and into Cole's bedroom. Would they be in here or in the bathroom? He was clueless. Still, he searched around, opening drawers. He decided to stuff some of the clothes into his backpack. He looked in the crib and grabbed a stuffed monkey and blue pacifier. Just in case. He left the bedroom and looked for a bathroom, and upon finding one he started searching its cabinets. Before long, he found an unopened pack of diapers, and for some reason he felt very lucky.\n\n\"I found them,\" he told Mattie when he went back down the stairs. \"I got his pacifier and some clothes and, uh, a stuff monkey for him.\" He looked at her and reached out for Cole. \"Lemme hold him.\""
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"value": "Mattie held out the baby carefully and let Nicholas hold Cole. In exchange, she crammed the pacifier, the clothes, the monkey and the diapers into the backpack and headed for the front door. She peeked out of the window in case any of the infected were in a position to ambush them. She saw none, but they could be absolutely anywhere. Waiting and lusting for spilled blood. Her eyes flickered toward Nicholas, and she felt a sudden wave of gladness that he had found her. Quickly she suppressed it. \n\n\"We'll take turns holding him,\" she said, turning the knob. \"That way we'll give each other rests from it.\" She opened the door and stuck her head out, again to make sure that no living dead were approaching, and stepped outside. Then she changed her mind, hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a sharp knife, and headed back toward the door. She needed something now that she had lost her crowbar."
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"value": "Element:Boron\nAge: 42\nGender: Male\n\nAppearance: A short, stout man with rounded shoulders and a shining, bald head, middle-aged and usually dressed for a day spent outdoors(button up cotton shirts and cargo pants usually in the summer his sleeves are rolled up just past the elbow). 1.6 meters tall and not quite over weight. Deep red-brown skin that is smooth and surprisingly tough. Often slips from memory, or at least into obscure memory shortly after leaving direct observation, he has worked to develop an \"average\" aura.\n\nPowers: reflects heat and isn't burned by anything under 2300 K(~2050 *C), is immune electric shock(non-conductive), and can shift into a pile, or low, drifting cloud of brown dust. He also wasn't as affected by the gas during basic training as the other recruits, though his sergeant said there was usually one kid who wasn't bothered by the stuff.\n\nWeapons: A Nosler M48 TGR, a boron carbide tomahawk with a polished cherry wood handle, and a K-bar usually worn on his belt. (only the K-bar is usually carried, the rest he keeps in his car trunk or in a locker at home.\n\nBackstory: A Native American born on a reservation in North Carolina, his powers didn't manifest until his late teens. Tecum, as most called him, hid his powers as best he could, knowing the power of fear first hand already. He hated school and joined the military to avoid college, where he became a paratrooper. He worked with the airborne artillery in the 82nd for ten years before being honorably discharged. Now he runs a small tour service in the NC mountain;, where he meets many people and learns more from listening to their talk than they think. He's working on locating other \"elementals\" mostly out curiosity and knowing that they will be considered outcasts, and freaks, just as his people are in America. \nHe has inherited a large portion of a largely unpopulated mountain in NC and is buying up the rest as he can. He has built a modest but sturdy house there, and is considering building a dormitory style shelter for any elementals that he may find. He is very secretive, while being an outgoing and engaging person. He does this by saying a lot without ever actually saying anything of value. He's never broken any laws, but he's not very fond of the US government or Europeans in general, because of his people's history with both groups. He can live off the land if he needs to, but enjoys the modern accommodations in his home and car. \nHe currently lives alone, though he had hopes of marrying one day, those dreams seem out of reach now. In private, his few good friends now him to be kind and protective as well as tenacious and vicious in his defense of family or retaliation on their behalf. His parents are dead, having died early due drug and alcohol addictions. He has no siblings, but considers his squad to be family and keeps up with each member. He is often called \"Uncle Tecum\" by the children of his squad mates, a name he encourages and lives up to with pride."
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"value": "It was yet another day at the Stock Exchange, really. With a heritage dating back as early as 1585, the Frankfurt Stock Exchange was unquestionably one of the world's foremost financial institutions. Though the methods had changed over the centuries, the simple facts were the same- fortunes made and lost within moments, the financial word divided between the quick and the dead.\n\nOutwardly it was the same for Hannelore Buchholz, a middle-aged woman married to her career. She was, as always, seated between Schumann and Nguyen, having orders barked to her by her boss Weisser. Billions of Euros she would never see or touch passed tantalizingly close before her, untouchable despite being only inches away on her computer screen. Pantsuit, earpiece, screen, it was all there, all comfortingly familiar.\n\nBut today things were a bit different.\n\nUnnoticed beneath her desk, Hannelore was practicing with her free hand. It had been two months since she had figured out what she could do with her entire body, and she had spent a couple nights afterwards at the old railyard, cautiously lifting coaches when she was sure no one was around. But she was unsure of the extent to which she could control her transformation, and so here she was today. Her left hand out of sight under her desk, she tried to will it to turn into titanium- her left hand and nothing else. Her educated, orderly mind insisted on these tests, it was good to know her limits and capabilities as she searched for an actual use for this strange ability. \n\nShe concentrated, eyes squinting, brow sweating. Perhaps too much.\n\n\"Buchholz!\" Weisser, her supervisor, snapped. Despite his dreamy expression and wooly cardigan, the old man always knew when someone's attention lapsed, even momentarily.\n\nShe automatically spun around, looking guilty and apologetic, as she had done a hundred times before. But this time was different, of course. She miscalculated her turn.\n\nAnd her hand tore through the wooden desk without difficulty, simply the horrendous sound of wood splintering and tearing. Guiltily, she looked down to her left hand, only briefly taking in Schumann's open mouth or Nguyen's subtler arched eyebrow. She expected to see metal.\n\nBut instead, her hand was only flesh and blood.\n\n\"Frau Buchholz,\" Weisser said after a long moment, staring at the massive hole in the wooden desk. \"Perhaps you might like to return home for the remainder of the day?\" It was a rare display of charity from the unforgiving old man, doubtlessly brought on simply by confusion. \n\nNevertheless, Hannelore took it. It would be smarter for her to practice at home, anyways. \"Yes, Herr Weisser, perhaps I should,\" she said humbly, gathering up her few items as Nguyen and Schumann stared at the torn desk in confusion. She left quickly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The confused silence was soon overtaken by the sound of typing once more, though. The quick and the dead."
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"value": "Herme---Mercury\n\nHerme threw her head back, a single tear running down her face as she spoke in a hurried, defeated tone, \"Greg, how could you do this to me! I loved you more than anyone else in the world and you had to run to Samantha? Was there something she could give you that I couldn't? Is it something wrong with my face? It's something wrong with my face, isn't it?\" The elderly man who stood before her wore a tight Hawaiian shirt that was just a little too form revealing, and the thoughts that were running through his head were probably thoughts of utter confusion.\n\n\"Ma'am do I know you?\" At these words Herme drew her arm back and slapped him across the face.\n\n\"Gregory how dare you! You... you've already forgotten me? After all we went through together? You're a disgrace to the human race! Go dig your own grave!\" With his face, now quite red the old man began to grow angrier with each passing second. \n\n\"Look lady, I came into this store to buy a tv. Leave me to shop at my leisure before I sue for assault and harassment, and frankly my name isn't even Greg, it's Richard Irelo Samuel Bighe. Leave-me-be\" \n\nHerme threw her head to the side, betrayal etched into every line on her face. \"Greg... you're too cruel,\" she said with a whimper before rushing out of the store, sobbing as tears streamed down her face. She ran and ran, and when she was out of eye shot of the tv store instantly turned off the water works, and began chuckling to herself almost menacingly. \n\nHerme stopped running as soon as she came to a chain link fence, standing eight feet high and blocking her pathway into the alley, it would deter the average person. However, she wasn't average. She grabbed the fence, pushed off the ground with her feet, bending her wrists at an impossible angle, she flung her legs up and vaulted backwards over the fence, landing smoothly on the other side. She looked back at the fence and noticed that the metal had begun to dissolve here she'd placed her hands. \"A chain link fence not made of iron? When did this become a thing?\" She said, twisting her head sideways, staring at it with a puzzled expression. She pulled out Richards phone and did a quick search on the internet. \"Huh, so they started using aluminum for fences in some places in New York? Weird.\""
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"value": "Alessandra Guillory\n\"So, we will come back tomorrow and finish up our chapter on Islamic civilization. Please read though the rest of chapter 11 by next class period.\" Professor Juliano told the class as each student lazily made their way to the door. Alessa followed suit, until a gruff noise found its way between the grunts and muttered thoughts of her fellow classmates. \"Alessandra, could I have a word with you?\"\n\nAlessa cringed and turned her body back to her professor, the bald, middle aged man before her. Professor Juliano stood with proper, tight posture as usual. His attire was nothing special, a sweater, khaki slacks and leather shoes, his reddish face not looking angry as she expected, but rather taunting. \n\n\"I take it that the classroom is no longer the exciting world it used to be for you, Miss Guillory\" \n\nAlessa stammered out, \"oh, no Professor Juliano...and buy no I mean \"no, I love it just as much as usual\"! Like, if we were speaking French I would say Si\" Idiot! That mouthful was not uncommon for Alessa to blurt out. It was as if all that time in the world of books had made her forget how to talk to other humans.\n\nProfessor Juliano chuckled a bit, \"Don't worry, Alessandra, I know the classroom is becoming a bore for you.\" The man reaching back for the papers on his podium. \"You are a fine student, and I belive something out of the ordinary is just what you need to help stimulate your mind.\" \n\nProfessor Juliano handed Alessa the papers. They detailed a dig site sponsered by the University, unearthing fossils out in a mountain range. \n\n\"The school asked me to pick a student to do some hands on work and contribute to the project. You were my first pick.\" The professor explained, \"It's out in North Carolina, near a place called Dark Ridge. You'd be leaving ASAP, with full exemption from all classes\" \n\nAlessa wasn't sure how to feel about this; being dropped off in the middle of nowhere, far from home on such short notice. But, that was the archaeologist experience. \"I...I guess I will go. It's a great honor that you've chosen me for this project, Proffessor Juliano.\" The professor nodded, explaining that Alessa should get ready, she would be taking the next flight out to North Carolina the following morning."
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"value": "The call finished with an almost forgotten little detail, there was an archaeological dig being conducted in some nearby caves by... the senator couldn't recall which school was doing the dig and had forgotten to write it down. Sarah raised and admonishing eyebrow at Tecumseh, knowing that he'd forgotten to do exactly that no less than fifteen times since she started working for him two weeks ago. And he'd probably forget the dig too if she wasn't careful to remind him later; so she added it to the week's to do list. Tecumseh ignored Sarah's raised eyebrow and thanked the senator for the heads up and wished him luck on the floor in the coming session. The Senator hung up shortly there after and Tecumseh drained the last of his coffee before asking Sarah what she thought of the call.\n\n \"Well, how do you think the call went?\"\n\n \"I think it went as well as it could have. You and the senator are on pretty good terms and you aren't asking him to do anything that isn't already in his best interests to do. He should have no problems supporting your case before the senate and might even burn a few favors to get the vote swung in his favor. I wonder what they'll find in those caves.\"\n\n \"Mold, mildew, guano, bugs... what? You asked, I answered. You don't like stupid answers don't ask stupid questions. Besides, I'm sure you'll find out exactly what they are looking for while you're down there handing out pamphlets and doing some personal advertising for the Dark Ridge Resort. We can do that later this week, maybe we'll even get the team to move it's lodgings up to the resort.\"\n\nSarah sighed, another day wasted trying to garner customers from people who couldn't possibly afford the resort, but she was just the intern, what did she know? It hadn't occurred to her that her boss might have other reasons to keep an eye on the new arrivals. And if he had his way about it, she never would. Tecumseh began the next task, a necessary task, though often less pleasant than keeping up with the legalities of running a resort. This morning he was scheduled to mingle with the guests and host a casual brunch for the VIP members, before they went out and played golf or, less frequently, hiked the clearly marked trails. The ridge had several nice views to offer, and some of them could only be reached by hiking half an hour or more from the resort. Hiking off the trails was highly discouraged for \"insurance\" reasons. Insurance was part of it, but mostly Tecumseh didn't want people wandering around with out his knowing their general whereabouts. Tecumseh sighed, as he stepped out of the office building and walked over towards the main building's lobby where he could see several patrons waiting for him and already vying with each other for a chance to speak with him about this problem or that problem. Tecumseh briefly wished that he could watch these rich sobs walk the Trail of Tears, as his ancestors had been forced too, but he pushed the thought out of his mind as it would do nothing for him or his ancestors."
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"value": "Age: 777\nGender: Androgynous (often answers to male pronouns)\nBreed: Retired Celestial ('Nephilim')\n\nPhysical Description: (Because I can never get pictures to work right >.< )\nParael stands just shy of 6 feet tall, near 130lbs, with long golden hair grown down to his shoulders, often done up in a ponytail. When working at his center he's dressed in ragged jeans and a clean vest with a diaper bag over his shoulder. On the streets he often wears a button up vest, while channeling his powers can reveal ethereal wings that no longer physically exist.\n\nTalents: \nParael lost most of his Celestial powers after he retired and became Nephilim, but he has picked up a few skills here and there since becoming half human...\n\n- Divine Light: Normally deadly and natural to a full Celestial, Parael was taught to channel Divine power through his human hands roughly 500 years ago. Through human conjuring, this power is little more than a bright and hot flare.\n\n- Glamour: By necessity, Parael has learned to harness human illusion powers to maintain glamours around himself and his place of business, disguising himself against mortal eyes.\n\nHistory: \nParael doesn't like to discuss his history from before his retirement to the human world (\"I abhor getting involved with all the human dogma over whose Creator is right. You all need to stop worrying your lovely faces about that and get to the business of living!\") But certain individuals believe that he was present shortly after the moment of creation, this revelation coming from nights involving too much alcohol and pillow talk- and as with all such talk, could easily be a fabrication. Whatever precipitated Parael to hang up his wings in the Middle Ages is between Parael and whatever Celestial ordered him around at the time.\n\nAfter coming down to Earth in the Far East during the Middle Ages and being tutored in human culture by a Chinese dragon, Parael hitch-hiked across the silk road with a Djinni caravan, partied in Europe among the Faerie courts through the Renaissance, sailed across the Atlantic to South America to run with were-jaguars during the Age of Exploration, chillaxed in the Caribbean with wizard cabals through to the 1800s, and finally settled in New Camden during the modern era. It wasn't until settling Camden that he actually began to buy into the tributary system and managed to cultivate a number of relationships with the ruling council of the city (\"'Cultivate' is such a cleaned up word, darling! I got around. A lot.\")\n\nCelestial blood is a much desired commodity in the magical world, being used for anything from spell components in Elixers of Life to psychotropic drugs for werewolves. His identity as a Celestial would be impossible to conceal forever, so Parael worked out a deal with the city's vampire leader Caradoc de Lacy to provide a certain tithe of blood every month, allowing the vampire to store and imbibe it whenever he liked- negating the deadliness of sunlight to the city's leader for a few hours at a time. Being able to surprise his foes at high noon while they plotted against him was a boon the vampire couldn't afford to pass up. Caradoc, meanwhile, protected Parael's identity as a Celestial from the general supernatural population, eliminating anyone who got too close to the truth of how he could move about during daylight hours. \n\nThis protection became doubly handy when, in the Moral Panic of the 1980s, the human city council tried to shut down Parael's daycare center under the pretense of \"protecting children from the homosexual menace.\" Caradoc stepped up and bullied the council into keeping away, but the Celestial soon found himself in deeper debt to Caradoc for the intercession.\n\nCaradoc's human rival, Baroness Augusta, a wizard with an arsenal of magic at her disposal, lost three magi trying to discern how Caradoc could move about seemingly at random during the day. When she discovered the existence of Parael, the two leaders called a council to discuss his presence in Camden. Parael doesn't know what accord they came to, but the inquiries from the city's wizards did stop. \n\nTo the supernatural \"public\" of Camden, Parael is still an eccentric magi who is good with kids and operates out of a daycare center on the East Side. Parael pays tribute by watching over the children of other paranormals, occasionally enchanting them with glamour to pass under mortal gaze when not in full control of their powers; and most importantly, by his blood tithe to the Prince (\"And judging by how Baroness Augusta's wrinkled face is looking, the covens are getting a cut too. Unless that's Botox she's taking and I'm wrong.\")\n\nWith the arrival of Nemsemet and the eradication of the Count and his court, Parael is feeling the pressure whether to go underground or to step up and fight. Coming out of retirement is not in the cards, as a full Celestial entering battle with Nemsemet may emerge victorious, but the clash could level the city of New Camden and everyone in it. For now his daycare center has turned into nothing less than a fortified bunker with wizards and faeries placing wards all over the grounds to protect their next generation from the wrath of Nemsemet...\n\nPsychological Profile: \nParael is a bubbly, flirtatious individual who is absolutely enthralled with the modern mortal world. The iPhone is a greater wonder than all the stars in the sky (\"Except for Orion, that sly stud!\"). His identity as an ex-Celestial is a closely guarded secret however, and he is supremely sensitive to anyone bringing up the idea that he could be one.\n\nPossessions: \nParael travels light in his day-to-day work. He always has a slick, designer diaper bag on hand from which he pulls all manner of items including toys, food, spellbooks and extra clothes. Buried beneath the floorboards in his bedroom is a dirty, dented iron longsword which he treats with all the reverence of a Colt .45 when in hand.\n\nHe does keep an enormous collection of mementos in his apartment. He still has a silk robe which he picked up from his landing in China, which he often lays about in during his off hours, a set of jeweled earrings from India during his trek across the Silk Road, a silver Fairy Sword he got from the Queen of Spring in a tournament (\"I'm not bragging, but it was actually the prize in a beauty contest.\"), and a collection of Obsidian daggers and war clubs during his time in the South American jungles with the were-panthers (\"I've yet to find better steak knives and meat tenderizers!\").\n\nYes, and: Parael Magnus hunkered down right after the appearance of the dread Nemsemet, warding his daycare center to try and hide the fact that he was a Celestial from the enemy and providing a place of safety for anyone else who needed a way to lay low..."
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"value": "As Rikive settled in the back of the van, she began to feel the first curl of exhaustion take over. She had an obscenely high amount of endurance, but after days of no sleeping, fighting and using her magic so heavily; she was ready to sleep for a few hours. So she did not go after the vampire, she would leave that to the others that had given chased, unless she was needed again. \n\nShe ran her hands through her tangled chestnut brown hair, now darken with soot from the fire and ash from slain vampires. Likewise her skin was tinged dark with grime, hiding the flush of her skin except where a few beads of sweat had carved their path down her face. Her clothes were absolutely ruined, but she cared little about them. Though it did reinforce her desire to locate proper armor. \n\nShe looked to the door when Parael suddenly jumped into the back of the van, as energetic as ever. As though he had not just died because he'd thrown a tantrum and stormed into the club without a solid strategy. \"You,\" She growled at him, her hands clenching in fists. \"Do you understand how incredibly stupid, reckless and dangerous that stunt of your's was!?\" She yelled at him, raising her clenched hands slightly as though she was about to beat him for his idoicy. \n\nInstead she lunged at him, not to hit him, but to wrap her arms around him in a tight embrace. \"Don't ever do that again.\" She said into his shoulder, her voice tight. As angry as she was that he had gone and made such a mess of everything, it was nothing compared to the relief she felt that he was still alive."
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"value": "Flint began to awake, the ground below him felt like it was shaking and his head was pounding. Oh wait, it was moving, he was in the back of the van, and his head was slamming every so often against the hard metal sides. Groggily, he began to rise from his slumped position. \"That's what you get for using your powers too much\" He thought to himself as he began to piece together what had happened. He was bellowing flames, then he went to go help Tony. Then… he couldn't remember after that.\n\n He focused his eyes and noticed Parry, being hugged by Rikive, and remembered what had happened before he had entered the building. It was as if his tiredness had melted away, his mind cleared and he stood up. He felt refreshed and energised as he looked towards parry.\n\n\"Hey Parael\". He said cheerily, to get his attention. When he turned, Flint's fist crunched hard into the celestials face. Parry would know that they were even now, and so Flint sat back down, removing his large jacket. Sweat stained his white shirt and the shoulder holster was visibly empty. He must have dropped his hand-cannon when he passed out and this made Flint even more infuriated. He unbuttoned his shirt to inspect the bruises and cuts covering his chest and sides. Nothing too damaging, but enough to sting when he inhaled. Flint patted for his whiskey bottle, but remembered he had smashed it onto the floor before unloading his tommy-gun into the club. This just wasn't Flint's day."
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"value": "Age: 20\nLooks: Tall, thin and lanky like a beanpole. Moderate B cup bust and kinda bony hips. She has very prominent collar and cheek bones and thick, curly dark brown hair that goes to almost her shoulders. Likes sundresses and shorts with tank tops and other kinds of summer clothes. Usually wears her eyeliner winged sharp enough to kill a man, but aside from lipstick doesn't bother with much makeup. Usually wears elaborate, dangle earring. Two pieces of jewelry that she is never without are a pendant of a man on a bicycle from her grandfather and a simple, silver spinner ring from her first girlfriend.\nSkills: Writing, first aid, and fairly handy with tools.\nImportant info: Loves anything retro, especially the 50s. Is very friendly, but ironically pretty awkward.\nWeapons: Fire axe and cheap, made in China dagger.\nTools: First aid kit, camping basics, a saw, journal and pen, and her ukulele.\nPersonality: Friendly and loves meeting people, though isn't always the best at conversation. Is quite a hipster in regards to her tastes, but has a sense of humour about it, often making jokes about \"her aesthetic.\" She is also humorous in many other respects, being especially fond of puns. She loves to read and write, starting many stories, but often having trouble finishing them. She is a fan of her occasional quiet time, but is most at ease around one or two good friends. Will try anything once\nBio: She had always been unsure of what the hell governed the universe and as such was notably shocked when the rapture finally did come. She was less shocked that it hadn't taken her. She quickly got her shit together and set out into the world completely unsure of what to do next, but that wasn't anything new.\nTheme song: youtube.com/watch?v=6NXnxTNIWkc\nQuote: \"I have no idea what's going to happen so let's go find out.\""
},
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"value": "Roxy chuckled and hugged Vagin as well.\n\"I didn't forget about you, Vaggie.\" She giggled."
},
{
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"value": "He grinned and hugged both tinier girls and lifted them up, eliciting delighted laughter and squeals from Christa."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy laughed warmly and sighed happily. The stress of the morning beginning to wear off her.\n\"Oh my god.\" She said once more. \"I wonder how many others are still out there.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa shrugged and smiled. \"I'm going to look for food, ok?\"\n\nVagin's looking for a way to signal a safe way for the woman they contacted."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"I'll come with you!\" Roxy said, a bit too eagerly. She cleared her throat. \"I mean that it's better not to, ahh, go alone.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She giggled a little and grabbed her hand, then trotted off.\n\nVagin has a knowing smile on his face..."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy trotted happily alongside Christa, keeping a gentle but firm hold on her hand."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa's hunting for the lunch room."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "After some quick searching, they found the small breakroom. Now cold coffees sat on the table and someone's unclaimed instant ramen sat in the microwae. Roxy went over and began rooting through the cupboards, finding teabags, instant coffee, a box of granola bars, and a few packets of instant ramen."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa quietly searched through a room next to that and found a hidden stash of canned stuff."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy loaded the lighter food into her bag, and joined Christa in the other room.\n\"Oh score!\" She said. \"My dad always used to say tinned food would keep through the apocalypse. Didn't think I'd ever get a chance to find out though.\" Her tone fell slightly."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She looked at Roxy silently, then smiled and kissed her cheek. \"At least he was wise enough to tell you?\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy smiled again and nodded.\n\"Yeah. I mean I doubt he saw this coming, but either way, we've got enough food to last us a while here.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She grinned a bit. \"Yes.\" and started carrying things."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Hopefully the other girl won't be too long.\" Roxy said, then her eyes widened as though she was remembering something. \"Oh. I never got her name.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa rose an eyebrow, feeling oddly jealous..."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy continued, starting to get lost in her thoughts.\n\"I mean I can just ask her wen she gets here, but I feel it was a bit rude. I wonder if she'll have anyone else with her.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa's getting irritated and pouted. \"I...guess maybe?\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy snapped herself out of her thoughts and looked at Christa.\n\"Hey. Hey. What's the matter?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She blushed a bit. \"Um...\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently.\n\"Um?\" She repeated."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She blushed more. \"I'm...jeal...ous?\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Oh.\" Roxy said. Then a moment later her cheeks reddened as it really sunk in. \"Oohhhh. Oohh.\" She paused, biting her lip a moment before turning to Christa and kissing her, firmly, square on the lips."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Her eyes went wide and she then happily kissed back."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy stepped back after a moment, her cheeks thoroughly reddened. She cleared her throat and rubbed her arm.\n\"I uh, hopefully that will dissuade your, your jealousy.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa smiled a little. \"Y-yeah...\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy smiled her awkward lopsided smile and giggled slightly.\n\"Right. Um. Well. Yeah. Good good.\" She said. \"To be honest I had been hoping that that was the case. Not like the jealousy part specifically but like the other part and stuff.\" She blushed and cleared her throat. \"I'm gonna shut up now.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa smirked a bit and nodded. \"You don't need to. I like your voice and cute way of talking.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy chuckled and blushed harder. \"Hah. Well I'm glad someone thinks my weird awkwardness is cute.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa smirked a bit, then blinked when Vagin came in."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy nodded to Varg and held up some of the food they had found.\n\"Hey. Check it out. We got some grub. Nothing fresh, but it's fairly hearty.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He smiled a little and nodded. \"Good!\" and sat by them on the floor, grinning.\n\nChrista happily nibbled on something."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy sat against Christa, unwrapping one of the granola bars, happy that it was apple cinnamon, her favourite flavour. She was also happy that Christa had actually returned her affections and quietly sung to herself."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Vagin and Christa enjoyed, and Christa started to sing along and harmonize with her."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy took out her ukulele, adding it's soft strums to the tune."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Vagin added his deep baritone to the tune."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "As the police station filled with the small choir, Roxy finally felt safe. With the song filling the air and the company filling her heart she completely forgot about the events that had led them there and the stress of the past few days melted away into the fading afternoon light."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "That's when a polite knocking was heard at the front entrance. Christa stopped and she looked to Vagin. The two stood and frowned."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy stopped her strumming abruptly and looked up to the door, her eyes wide and confused. She looked back and forth between Christa and Vagin.\n\"Um. Do you think it's the lady on the radio?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "The girl frowned more. \"I will see. Vagin, stay here with Roxy.\" and she trotted off before he or Roxy could protest."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy watched tentatively as Christa went for the door, tensed and ready to do something. What, she din't know, but something."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa took down the stuff and opened the door. \"Hello?\"\n\nIt was a woman. She grinned with relief. \"You must be one of the people with that girl on the radio.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy visibly relaxed, sighing in relief. She stood and approached the door, smiling.\n\"Hey.\" She said, extending her hand. \"I'm Roxy. I'm the one on the radio.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "The woman grinned again. \"I'm Aria, Aria Blake.\" and shook Roxy's hand."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy smiled and waved her in, nervously checking the city skyline before closing the door.\n\"You uh, you didn't have any trouble getting over here, did you?\" She asked."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She nodded. \"There were some creatures, but I managed to lose them.\"\n~\nChrista tilted her head to the side and she and Vagin put the barricade back up."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy nodded, but her face didn't agree with her gesture. She swore under her breath and ran a hand through her hair.\n\"Did you... do you know what they are?\" She asked, almost dreading the answer."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She sighed. \"Demons.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Hah.\" She said, not really laughing so much as saying the word. She paced around the room, a hand on her head. \"Right. Okay.\" She muttered to herself, leaning against the wall and sliding down onto the floor. She sighed heavily."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Vagin and Christa took seats beside Roxy, on either side, and Aria crouched in front of her, all three trying to comfort her."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy looked up to them and smiled, but not with her eyes. She took Christa's hand and held it tightly, she breathed deeply, attempting to calm herself."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa nuzzled her softly, getting as close as she could as Vagin tried to sooth her with words."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy leaned into Christa until her breathing settled. She rubbed her eyes and face.\n\"Sorry.\" She said."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She shook her head. \"It's ok. I'm sure you'll be fine and we will live through this.\"\n\nAria blinked, surprised at how close the two were."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy nodded to Christa before looking to Aria.\n\"Sorry.\" She said again. \"Things have been pretty wild around here. As I'm sure you know.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Aria nodded and smiled a little. \"It's cool. So...what's the plan?\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy paused a moment and shook her head.\n\"I don't know.\" She said. \"I don't know."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa frowned softly and closed her eyes. \"I think...we need to find a special weapon.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy looked up to her.\n\"You mean like a silver blade or holy water in a super soaker?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "She nodded a little, smiling and amused."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy nodded.\n\"Where would we even find something like that?\" She wondered aloud. \"The museum maybe?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa frowned, looking down a bit. \"Hm.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy pondered a moment before looking up to the group.\n\"We should go to the library. Do some research. Know what we're up against.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa looked at her and nodded, standing.\n\nVagin carefully got up and helped the other two ladies to their feet."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Roxy stood with them, pulling her pack over her shoulder, now laden with the extra food. She wasn't as good with a gun as Christa or Vagin, and she didn't know what kind of talents the new girl could bring to the table, but Roxy was determined to pull her weight."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "Christa smiled a little and nodded before trotting off ahead.\n\nThe new girl, Aria, tried to help out by shouldering her cane-sword.\n\nVagin grinned a relaxed one and made sure to stay close."
}
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"value": "Species: (Ageless Due to A Dragon Wish) Human\nAge: Stopped counting past the third century. Appears to be 14.\nGender: Male\nAppearance:\n\nPersonality: Yaksha, like the spirits he borrowed his nickname from, is dual natured. Usually behaving like a gentle refreshing breeze of goodwill and politeness, his soothing smile betrays a deep dark abyss of enduring despair that has been going for millenia. Indeed Yaksha is no stranger to malice and cruelty, and has lived for so long, he is all but a cynic deep down at this point, knowing that everywhere in existence, sentient beings are more than often mediocre or scum. Even so, his unnatural lifespan has granted him a god's wisdom, and deep beneath it, he still hopes and cherishes the small miracles that pepper creation. It is mayhaps the sole reason why he has not commited suicide yet, despite being unable to age.\nBio: \n\nOnce upon a time, where lands were ruled by tribal kings, wars were fought with spears and laws were engraved on stone, a certain prince was born out of the favored concubine at the time. Said prince was said to embody the beauty of the kingdom, and even his own mother became enthralled with it. As the prince grew, the mother whispered into the King's ears for him to scourge the land and find a method to preserve beauty. \n\nKingdoms were plundered. Wars were waged. And after years of bloodshed, the legend of the dragonballs came forth. Mystical peerless artifacts that could grant any wish. They were used, and the foolish concubine wished for eternal youth upon her 14-year old son, a decision she would come to regret. For the kingdom was spent, and soon fell to the combined forces of all the other kingdoms and factions the King and his concubine had opposed. In the ensuing chaos, Dimsum managed to escape, only to find the folly of it all.\n\nWhat was the use of being a eternally cute teenager, in this dog-eat-dog world? His heart darkened, and turned to obscure arts. He became a recluse, a mystic of magic known as the Yaksha. No less than two centuries passed in his studies, when a question gnawed at his mind. What were the dragon balls? Where did they come from? Eventually, he found a clue in the Korin Tower, and also a major roadblock. A magician could simply not compete with the martial arts of the guardian of the tower, and thus had to retrain himself from the ground up to an acceptable level. \n\nStill, thanks to the selfish wish once formulated by his mother, he had no worries about playing it slow and steady, and eventually he managed to gain a good foundation that allowed him to progress to the next level. There, he met Kami, the creator of the dragonballs, that said in no uncertain terms that the wish he had been subject upon could not be undone, and therefore, that he had to live his life without ever growing up. However, as a small consolation, he took the fledgling Yaksha as his aide, and trained him further into the mysteries of life, existence, and martial arts. Yaksha thus became a gopher of the guardian of Earth, and therefore did his bidding to save the earth from the destruction and suffering caused by Demon King Piccolo and other mortals.\n\nHowever, eventually, their gazes turned outside to the encroachment of the Emperor of the Universe, Freeza, and his minions, who had discovered that Earth harbored dragon balls. Kami ordered Yaksha to round up a group of peerless warriors to train like they had never before, and even allowed Yaksha to make use of the Other World's training facilities under King Kai. All stops were pulled, and even Piccolo was reunited with Kami to face the new threat. They even recruited the android genius Dr Gero.\n\nThe war was short and brutal, but at the end of the day, a narrow victory was achieved as Freeza was driven off, at the cost of losing Kami, Piccolo, the dragon balls, and everyone but Yaksha, alongside with two thirds of the population of the planet. Yet, life went on, even in this grim world, and Yaksha found himself with the prospect of trying to find a new Kami. It would not last long, as in a few years, another threat loomed. \n\nFreeza had returned. But alongside him... the wizard known as Babidi, who eventually revived the monster known as Majin Buu. The situation was dire. With no allies left, Yaksha tried a last stand against the forces that would destroy the planet...\n\n...only to be pulled out of his timeline by the Supreme Kai of Time. This made Yaksha somewhat dejected, but he knew better than to antagonize a Supreme Kai.\n\nTechniques:\n* Magic: Dimsum was originally a mystic, and while a lot of knowledge is now rusty, he can still pull some magical stuff.\n\n\t+ Magic Materialization: Can create his own clothes out of nowhere. Fancy\n\t+ Mystic Healing: Better than a Senzu bean. It does require time, and he has to lay his hands on the target, leaving him wide open.\n\t+ Shapeshifting: Can alter his appearance, but this doesn't change his power.\n* Expert Ki Sensing: Having been trained by Kami, Yaksha can sense ki exceptionally well, and can to a degree identify the hostility in targets much like namekians (although his version is still less refined than that of slug people). His area sensing is particularly wide.\n* Vajra: Vajra is a massive ki blast technique that can be executed in two ways. One handed it behaves like a homing lance with heavy firepower, two handed sacrifices homing abilities for sheer raw power and can be considered a finishing technique on its own, with decent piercing capabilities.\n* Kamuy (Kaioken): A technique Yaksha devised by himself, before finding out King Kai had his own version in stock. Yaksha's version does make use of his fine ki sensing and control and allows a slightly better yield.\n* Kai Kai: Learned this technique for his cooperation in dealing with Majin Buu and his relation to Kami and the Supreme Kais. Can teleport without the restrictions of Instant Transmission through different worlds.\n* Flight: His can be ki or magic flavored. Magic flavored is slower, but it can be useful if he's drained of ki.\n\n\n\nTransformations: \n\nOther Info: Looks pretty in a dress. Yaksha is extremely xenophobic towards the races that served under Freeza."
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"value": "Ovaan\n@IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred\n\n\"...I think even the worst of us is capable of growth.\"\n\nThose words stood out to him the most, though not necessarily because Ovaan agreed. He'd seen far too many atrocities in his time - and in fact had actually been the one committing said atrocities in many cases - to bring himself to agree with such a sentiment. It was a nice sentiment, to be sure. But still just a sentiment. Reality tended to be much harsher than that, and true to reality, some people were just simply beyond saving. And sure, it might be easy for him to think of only Freeza but... the whole truth of it was much harder than that.\n\nAh, but now it seemed there was some squabbling to be silenced. Thankfully, though, it seemed as though Ovaan didn't have to do much apart from simply having Velona's back in the event that things went south. They, however, did not. That boy sure did prove himself to be quite the loudmouth though, didn't he? He may have provided the initial answers that Ovaan had sought after so much, but beyond that he was not proving himself to be a very likable fellow. Quite a feat, when he was in the company of a man who helped enslave entire planets in the name of Freeza.\n\nBut all of this wasn't what concerned Ovaan. He needed some clarification, and now that the Kai was up and about it seemed like a good time to ask, \"Excuse me... Supreme Kai, was it?\" he asked, unable to recall what her full title was. He offered a short bow regardless, for the sake of etiquette of course, \"If I'm understanding things correctly, then I believe I am also correct in assuming that you brought us here to aid you in some way? That much is clear to me, but what is not clear to me is how much help any of us could possibly be against a foe who reportedly destroys entire universes seemingly on a whim. Might I inquire for further clarification on this matter?\""
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"value": "@Chev@KillamriX88@AtomicNut@Chev\nTitanius\n\n[M-3]\n\n\nTitanius was making sure to keep his eyes and ears open to everything that was being said and shown to them. The first real good piece of information came from the Kai. She mentioned a 'Dimensional Scanner' that told her Tabaga had the same energy signature as that which had struck Conton City, which had to be the name for their current location. She then showed them a recording of a past event in Tabaga's life where she was fighting some black armored troopers with a fellow Saiyan. From the Kai's response it seemed a good guess that those troopers were the source of said energy signature.\n\nUnfortunately Tabaga was not in the best state of mind as she started to turn her anger on the Kai. The human decided to step in a rather, rude manner but before he got himself in trouble he did manage to pick up on him mentioning them being stuck in a pocket dimension. Now this was serious news, if true it meant they were stuck here, with the only person able to potentially get them out being the Kai before them.\n\nThe blindfolded one quickly intervened however though not before Tabaga grabbed the young boy by the neck and nearly killed him, thankfully the other woman's words managed to get through and the Saiyan got herself under control. It was almost as if her inner Oozaru had tried to leak out in a rage, despite there being no moon to trigger it. She manged to calm down and even introduced herself to the group, things perhaps could actually progress now.\n\nThe Acrosian[Freiza Race] quickly got to the heart of the matter, about why they had been plucked from their universes and what could be done about a universe destroying threat. Now if the force truly had the power to just destroy Universe's on a whim, then frankly there was nothing that could be done, but there had to be a mechanism at work that was being exploited. No matter how strong something was there was very little chance for it to have the power to actually wipe out an entire universe, maybe destroy all matter but not to destroy the fabric of reality itself. The question was how were they or it, destroying entire universes?\n\nWhile he was sure to keep his audio processors open to hear the Kai's answer Titanius now had a golden opportunity to meet a species he had never encounter before or access data of. Seeing the danger had passed, he stepped up beside Tabaga and faced the blindfolded one, Velona. She truly was quite a unique individual and now his curiosity was overflowing.\n\n\"Thank you for your calm intervention Velona that helped diffuse the situation. It is quite encouraging to see someone making rational decision. My designation is M-3 but I have taken on the name Titanius.\" He had no way to know what kind of greeting ritual her species employed so he opted for a slight bow rather than something as forward as a handshake.\n\n\"So are you blind or is there some other reason that you are wearing a blindfold.\" Tossing aside any potential ice breakers or small talk, he quickly went straight to the foremost question on his mind to try and sate his own inquisitive tendencies. He still had a lot to learn about natural organics, especially in the social department."
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"value": "@IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @AtomicNut @NacNak @King Kindred\n\n\"At the end of the day the only thing that matters is our purpose here. I don't know anything about you saiyans, and other creatures but I certainly doubt that a Supreme Kai of all people would be present if not for a serious event. Though I've never met one in person until now I have heard tales from my higher ups of them intervening in particularly dangerous situations. Rare as they were.\" Darbin said unperturbed by the others talk, and mannerisms. He held his hands folded across his chest He took a deep breath and considered the situation all this talk of dimensions, and other nonsense was above his head. He wasn't the type to consider anything about timelines, or whatever that was at stake but a galaxy wide threat? That was at least something tangible he could grasp. \"If there is a threat in hand I have no problem working with the others to stop it. Simply put if something must die then I will do my best to kill it. At the end of the day I am a soldier getting my hands a bit dirty never bothered me quite one bit.\" Darbin commented as he cracked his neck. \"If I'm called upon to use my talents to save instead of destroy it is just another day for me. Die, or find victory are two sides of a coin I'm firmly aware of though I doubt this enemy will be thrown at us directly...no commander ever fights their own battles.\" Darbin stated rather plainly as he couldn't help but wonder...there were species here like the pink thing, the android, and 'Frost Demon', if that's what they even were called being exceedingly rare rulers of particular worlds in his 'timeline'. Were these species exclusive to certain sectors? Or were they being lied too?"
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"value": "Yaksha wasn't terribly surprised when the Saiyan woman further exploded into violence. Whatever, he really needed to get it out of his system. And here he was, being strangled. It made his neck a bit sore, actually. Maybe he should have turned into an eel to escape, though? Though it wasn't as much as life threatening as it would look like.\n\nHe had faced this level of power, and this kind of situation before. He had prevailed before them. A newborn super-saiyan these days wasn't enough to put down the iron-hearted protector of Earth, keeper of Kami's throne down in the slightlest. If anything her vacant smile of despair and cockyness met a raised eyebrow and a cold stare, a sort of expression of pity with disappointment.\n\nTch, Saiyans. Love to always solve their problems with their fists. He sighed, as he hardened enough with his Ki so even the tightest squeeze of the mad Saiyan would not even be much of a consequence. It was done in a careful, minute manner. There was no need to flare up his power and go gung ho over this stupid scuffle, more than he did though. It was no secret he'd been venting out his frustration, ever since the Kai had told about his universe's fate.\n\nHe stood up after the seemingly near-lethal ordeal, and flexed his neck, testing the range of movements. \"Whatever.\" He dismissively said to Tabaga. Fools did not deserve a further answer. His ears perked up to the Supreme Kai's plea as he made a slight nod. \"As you command.\" He whispered back.\n\nWhen all was said and done, he had to wait. The Freeza guy had asked what kind of help this rag tag team could bring. \"I do have the distinct feeling we are all what she could find in time.\" He commented before the Kai, leaning against some debris, his eyes closed and arms folded.\n\nFuck, when was the last time I had some tea or food? I really miss Gine these days. She was a real sunshine, unlike these other saiyan beast women here. Only saiyan I ever liked. Pity that Dabura killed her."
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"value": "~Lady Victoria Moncourier-Crest~ \n\n\n\n---\nAge: 20\nGender: Female\n\n\n\n\nBio:\nThe daughter of Lord Alexander and Lady Diana Crest, Victoria was born with a rare blood condition called Haemochromotosis, basically where you have more iron in your blood than normal. It's linked with early dementia, but people rarely lived past the age of 60 in Victorian era. This makes her blood smell much, much stronger. And a prime target for vampires.\n \nHer upbringing was privileged being from a family of vast wealth, Victoria wanted for nothing. She had all the ponies and horses she could want, this created her affinity and love for all animals and nature through horse riding and caring for them. When she was twelve, she fell from a horse and grazed her elbows. Her strong blood caught the scent of a nearby vampire. This triggered an attack later that evening as it tracked her back home. As the vampire was about to savage her in her own bed, her father burst in armed with a sword, gun, a cross and a stake (whether stakes actually worked is still a myth) and killed the vampire, this is when she learned they did exist, but she was made to keep it secret. It turned out her father was a secret Vampire Hunter! He knew he himself was a target, having the rare blood condition himself, so did her mother, this was only passed down genetically from both parents. He had to become a vampire hunter to protect himself, his wife and his future children. He guarded her religiously until recently he was killed by a vampire due to his ageing body and weaker ability to dispatch them. They never caught his murderer. \n\n6 months later, Victoria has reached that age where she was expected to have a husband. It was ever more precedent now that the Lord of the House had been killed, there needed to be a new head of the family, with Victoria being the only daughter and no male brothers or cousins to assume the role, it fell to Victoria's future husband. Lord Christopher Spencer was chosen as a suitable candidate for her. And this is where our story begins, at the ball held at the Crest manor estate where she would meet her selected betrothed. Only there was something strangely off about this Lord…"
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"value": "She too enjoyed the silence between them, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was if enjoying post coital bliss in the state of euphoria. Victoria inhaled deeply just as Vail began to speak. She listened to him suggest his idea, to which she nodded. \"I can certainly do that. I was thinking about distracting him with my blood so he wouldn't smell the silver. But the question is just how much of my blood does he need to smell…? And if he tries to feed on me, will he drain me before you can even get to him?\" She worriedly expressed, he would hear the concern in her voice. She'd never fought a vampire before either except when she slashed Vail's leg to get him off her.\n\n\"Either way there is great risk to both of us, we need to plan this out carefully to the very last detail. We cannot fail on the first attempt otherwise, there will be no second chance. And we will both be hunted to the end of days.\" Victoria sighed as she contemplated the consequences of their failure. She could see why he nearly whispered, who knows who lurked out in the dark. Surely Vail would have smelled them though and disposed of them or kept hidden or quiet. Especially if Spencer was lurking.\n\nFeeling the confidence to move, she applied her hand to her wound, taking over from Vail's hand. She pushed herself up from the chaise lounge, as she rose, her hair brushed against the side of his face. She cleared her throat and removed her legs from his lap and placed her feet on the floor. She now sat next to him on the cushioned seat, she covered her legs over with her long skirt so she wouldn't feel cold. \"We need to decide when to make our move…the timing must be right.\" She explained. Time was always of the essence in these things. \"You can always back out you know….we don't have to continue the bargain.\" She didn't hold him to a contract, it was entirely his choice. \"You can walk away at any time.\" She turned her face to look at him, or what she could see in the dark. But she knew he was there, and he could see better in the dark than she could. He would see her melancholic eyes glinting in what little light there was reflected from them. Other than her blood, she couldn't see him sticking around for anything more. It just depended on how addicted he was to it. Once her blood would be compromised in any way, she'd never see him again."
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"value": "It seemed to Vail like Victoria was already on the same page he was. He nodded when she said she had already considered using her blood to distract Lord Spencer from her weapons. It was a good plan, since their noses were much more attuned to iron than silver when it came to metals. He did ponder her question though. At a guess, he would say she didn't need very much to keep the Wynter's attention on her. Just her small cut at her party had been enough to draw them both to her from different parts of the room. To be safe, it would have been wise to use more than the bare minimum though.\n\n\"Just a cut,\" he answered, reaching out to trace his index finger across the width of her forearm in an absent demonstration. \"But if you can, you should inflict it somewhere beneath your clothes. He'll be captivated trying to figure out where the source of the smell is coming from.\"\n\nHer second question made him think as well. \"No,\" he mused. \"Draining a person of enough blood to kill them is a slow process, and he would be vulnerable to attack if he tries. You shouldn't have to worry about that as long as nothing happens to me before he bites you.\" Now that she belonged to him, he had no intention of letting a Wynter take her away from him. Her blood was his, and his alone, and he was going to feed on it solely until she died. If Spencer wanted her, he was going to have to put up a fight.\n\nAs Victoria sat up on the chair, Vail caught another hint of her perfume on the air she stirred. Her thick hair tickled his jaw, and he was nearly tempted to lean into it. He took a slow breath, reminding himself that the feeding was already done this eve, and he had no more reason to get closer to her. Closing any more distance without an excuse would just complicate their already obscure deal, and that was the last thing he wanted.\n\nWhen she suddenly spoke again, he turned to her in surprise. He hadn't expected her to offer him an out. As much as he disliked the thought of murdering Spencer, he disliked the thought of giving up his right to her blood even more. \"I know I can,\" he agreed, meeting her gaze as she looked at him. \"But I won't.\" A smile curved his lip. \"I meant it when I said I think you're worth it, My Lady. I'm not going anywhere until this whole thing is done.\""
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"value": "As Vail traced his finger along her forearm, she shuddered. In the darkness, she couldn't see much less anticipate any of his movements or actions. The sudden touch was sensuous in itself to only be able to feel it. Without her sight, her other senses heightened, especially touch. If this was his way of torturing her, he was doing a fantastic job. Never had she felt such a tenderness upon her skin there. It wasn't a customary thing in society to touch other than hands for handshakes, shoulders and hip touches for dances. And of course the back of the hand, where Vail had once himself kissed the Lady at the party. Some part of her thought he was enjoying teasing her.\n\nVictoria felt a sigh of relief escape from her lips as Vail declined to get out of this bargain. He was so dedicated to finishing Spencer off just to get ensure he had a lifetime supply of her blood. As he met her gaze, she felt a tug at her chest. A dull ache even. Like there was something…missing. She wanted more. His touch ended too quickly for her liking and she missed it already. When Vail explained that she was worth it, she knew he only meant her blood. That was the only thing special about her.\n\n\"Very well. I shall plan a special cut for Spencer. I'll store the weapons here for you to retrieve before the event. I shall write to him for a meeting next week. We shall reconvene here once more before the curtain rises on our plan.\" Victoria declared with resolve, she even clenched her fist tightly. She stood up slowly, feeling her wound was fine enough to walk back home with and bandage over. She just hoped she wouldn't trip over in the darkness outside. The last thing she'd want is to attract a random vampire here to the grounds. \n\n\"And how do you plan on dispatching our…friend?\" The Lady asked Lord Hygrace outrightly. She needed to know his method of hunt, how he planned to kill a rival vampire. What would he do if he failed? What would she do if Spencer found out before they executed their plan? There would be no place to run, no place to hide. It was do or die."
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"value": "As Victoria rose from the lounge, Vail did as well. He stretched his back, which was slightly uncomfortable from the way he had been leaning over her during the feed. Still, a little soreness was nothing compared to the high he had felt while he'd drank her unique blood. He could still feel the phantom of her delicate fingers on his shoulder and smell the remnants of iron that lingered in the room, both of which just made him more excited about the next time he would return to prey on her again.\n\nAt her description of the plan, he murmured his agreement. One week from now wasn't very far away, but he supposed it was better to get the more disturbing part of their pact over with sooner rather than later. Once Spencer was dead, he could focus entirely on the pleasure of meeting every three days to taste her blood. He quite looked forward to that.\n\n\"Just make sure the weapons are wrapped in a cloth or something else that will keep them covered,\" Vail added. \"Otherwise I won't be able to touch them.\" Silver wasn't just off putting to him because of its pungent smell. Even the gentlest brush of the metal burned his skin. Though he was fully capable of handling a pistol, he couldn't use one made with silver unless he had something to put between his hand and the weapon. It was inconvenient, but it was what he had to do if he was to manipulate a gun like that.\n\n\"I could help you in one of two ways,\" he answered when Victoria asked how he planned to dispatch her fiancé. \"Either you will distract him long enough for me to get a clear shot at his heart, or I will restrain him while you shoot.\" Both options seemed viable in his opinion. In either case, they would have to catch the Wynter by surprise, which meant the Lady would have to keep him distracted. As long as Spencer didn't catch on to what was happening before they had an opportunity to kill him, the murder would go smoothly.\n\n\"How confident are you with a gun?\" Vail queried, deciding that was probably the biggest factor in determining which of them would shoot her fiancé."
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"value": "Sporko's Character\nGender: Male.\nSpecies: Werebeast- WereDragon.\nAge: Physically 25.\nHuman Appearance:\nHeight: 6'04\".\nHair: Short Scruffy Dark brown-Near black hair, sit's just below his ears with minimal fringe.\nFace: Deep Golden Eyes, Midway between White and Tanned skin. He has a scar over his left cheek.\nAttire: Drake tends to wear a tank top and any sort of pants he can, sometimes he wears a hoodie.\nPersonality: Drake is often seen as a hardass, pretty stubborn and quiet. Deep down he is really caring, and has a Dragons Pride.\n\nBeastial Form:\nBeastial Type: Dragon.\nAppearance:\nDrakes Beastial form is a large Dark blue Dragon, midway between Humanoid and Beastial. He stands at around Seven feet in this form, but mainly stays on all fours. He's got large wings that fold up on his back and small spines that etch down his back and some feather-like spines on the tip of his tail."
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"value": "The beasts ears flicked as he heard footsteps running down the hallway. His tail swayed before he breathed in quickly; sudden streaks of blue echoing over his scales before coiling down to the edges of his mouth, before he shot another blast of plasma at the wall.\nThe Plasma hit the wall square on, causing a large hole to break from the wall. The Werebeast shook his head and neck slightly, a rumble that sounded much like a chuckle from his chest as the Vampire spoke to him.\n\nHe crouched to fully get through the wall before he broke out into a full run as soon as he was through the hole, he ran away from the compound as fast as his injured body would let him.\nIt took about 20 minutes, but he was far enough from the compound to be comfortable to collapse onto the ground.\n\"We technically are.\" The Werebeast said with a chuckle, in terms of her last statement. \"Well, I am the last of my kind. There are other werereptilians, Yes; but nothing like myself.\"\n\nHe let out a tired huff, moving his injured paw out from under his body. He looked at the Vampire. There was silence between the two of them for a moment, The WereBeast reveled in this moment' everything was peaceful for the time being, both of them injured and exhausted..."
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"value": "Iris felt the relief hit her when they were away from the compound, distance between them but she felt the creature stop collapsing from exhaustion. Sliding off his back she sat opposite the dragon watching him intently. \"Well I must say; I'm impressed you haven't had the urge to rip my head off.\" Giving him a playful smile, she was only trying to lighten the mood, \"We are meant to be mortal enemies after all.\"\n\nGlancing at the injured paw he had moved from his body she moved closer. Hands ripped the hem of her dress with ease creating a strip of material. Cautiously she picked up the injured paw in her hands and began to wrap the injury, it would help keep it in place and hopefully stop from any sort of infections. Plus, she didn't know what kind of healing rate he had nor did she know if she could use her blood to heal him. \n\n\"Other werereptilians?\" Questioning at his comment she was curious to know what other type of creatures were out there. \"I suppose you are some sort of leader then? Like head of your species? If that makes sense of course.\" Feeling the cool breeze in the air she couldn't help but smile, she was out of that compound. Out of immediate danger, well she did not know what kind of danger she faced being with the weredragon but he had not shown any signs he would harm her."
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"value": "The Weredragon winced as she tied up his injury, wanting to pull away but kept himself still.\n\"Heh, I'm stronger than those instincts.\" He said with a low rumble from his chest, \"You are showing no hostility to me, so I don't need to waste energy on unneeded hostility towards you. The whole war between the races is stupid.\" He commented before he moved to tuck his paw back under his body now that it was patched up momentarily.\n\nHe listened to her speak with a small sigh, \"I wouldn't say I'm a leader, no.\" He said, stretching his body slightly so he was sitting a bit more proper.\n\"I am one of the Strongest Werebeasts.\" He mentioned before he huffed, \"Or so I've been told.\"\nThere was a moment of silence from him before he stood up properly, giving a stretch.\n\n\"Come. I have a cave not too far; It is covered and safe.\" The beast started, looking to the Vampire, \"We can rest; we can heal and then figure out where we're going to go from there.\" He said, lowering his body as an offer to the Vampire.\nShe didn't seem too dangerous, as long as she showed no signs of attacking her he would be humble."
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"value": "\"True, I wonder what even sparked the war in the first place.\" All she had known was the fact they were enemies, that hey should hate each other and that at all costs should avoid as they could die. It sounds all well and good, but it did raise some sort of confusion as it was hard to ignore teachings that had been instilled in her for quite some time. \n\n\"I can understand why the strongest, again, dragon.\" Frowning she glanced around their surroundings before she caught him move again. Hesitant at following she reached her hand out but stopped, she felt this conflict almost. Noticing her own hand tremble ever so slightly she made the decision to get upon his back once more and follow. He was right, they needed to rest and although she was slowly starting to heal it did not mean she was ready to face off against another set of hunters. \n\n\"How did they find you?\" She had her own suspicions on how she had been found but was unsure on if it was the case. Everything had happened in a sort of blur. Seeing the cave approach, she couldn't help but sigh with relief, it felt like she would be safe to regain her strength before moving. Why had the hunters targeted them? \"How did they know of your existence?\" It was an unsettling question as she had no clue he even existed but some hunters had? It set her on edge."
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"value": "\"Something something Old friends turned enemies over land, money or a woman- Depending on where you hear the story.\" He said as he walked along slowly, he wasn't limping but he wasn't walking properly either.\nHis tail swayed as he walked along, his eyes scanning the trees and the shadows surrounding them.\n\nIt didn't take them too long before they reached a cliff face, large trees covering up the entrance to a small meadow leading into a large cave, which seemed to be decorated with strings of lights and straw against the floor.\nAs Iris entered on Drakes back, the spell that hung over the area allowed her in and allowed her to see how everything was.\n\"The Meadow is enchanted.\" The dragon stated, lowering himself as he got towards the cave. \"Those who are not welcome cannot enter.\" There was a pause, \"But since you've been welcomed in, you can come and go as you please.\"\n\nHe rumbled at her other questions, \"I have no idea how they found out about me.\" He started, \"I barely leave my meadow and only hunt at the dead of night if I need to. I worry a companion has been captured and interrogated. As for how they caught me...\" His maw twitched slightly, his lips curling slightly, \"They staked out until I went and had to leave for a hunt, stalking me before they got the large hook in my wing. They pulled away all of my energy as I tried to fight back, tying me up once I reverted back to Humanoid form and then they just took me to the compound.\"\nHe flexed his wings quietly as he sighed, \"What about you? How is a powerful Vampyress like yourself stuck with these bastards?\""
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"value": "\"Sounds like a thrilling tale.\" Iris chuckled softly to herself as they reached the cliff face, glancing around she could see the trees which had covered up the entrance. The string of lights and straw against the floor fascinated her, it was oddly beautiful to see such a thing.\n\nSliding off his back she looked round the meadow, eyes curious as she took in all the sights around her. An enchanted meadow? This was beautiful, having this place to call home and sort of protected. It was much like her own manor that she herself resided in, it was protected from onlookers and only the most trusted was welcome inside. It sounded very similar; she had been caught whilst out feeding. \"Similar story, I was snatched whilst my defences were down and hunting.\" Sighing heavily, she thought on it more, \"I got cocky, thought my next victim was clueless. Turned out to be a hunter.\" \n\nLooking away from him she took a few steps into the meadow, she had never seen a place like this before and it made her question where they were. \"The moment I tasted their blood I knew I'd been tricked; my reflexes had been weakened and they made sure to keep it that way.\" Glancing back towards him she had a curious look upon her face, \"So you have a human form too? Can you transform freely?\" There had been rumours that some creatures needed a moon to turn."
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"value": "Drake laughed softly, \"Then we share something at least, cocky hunters. We all have our flaws of course.\" He said before he looked at her as she mentioned about his humanoid form. His tail swayed gently before he nodded.\n\n\"I can transform freely, yes. But the moon still dictates at least one transformation.\" he said before he walked towards the cave, \"I should be able to change back now.\" He glanced to the horizon, before he moved into the cave and out of sight.\n\nThere was a moment of silence before the sound of bones twisting echoed around. His shadow twisted against the cave wall before silence echoed again.\nDrake's shadow could be seen moving to grab a few things before the man walked to the entrance of the Cave.\nHe hadn't had time to get fully dressed, but he managed to get pants on, and he had a shirt in his left hand. He shook his head slightly before he moved to pull the shirt over his head and torso, covering up the scars dotting over his body. He winced at his hand and his back."
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"value": "\"Sometimes we can let our guard down when we think ourselves as highly dangerous and that we can't be touched.\" Thinking on his words about how he could freely transform did impress her, it was interesting that he was not confined to the moon cycle. Well at least one day was.\n\n\"How's the injury?\" Asking softly as she leaned against the wall for support whilst she watched his every move, even though he had not been threatening in any way she was still concerned that at any moment he could snap and cause her harm. \"So, what's our next move? I don't think we will be safe until we know what those hunters want, and why they are chasing us down in particular.\" Glancing back to the entrance of the large cave they were residing in she let her thoughts wander on what had happened, it had been slightly confusing but at the same time she was worried. There were humans who were powerful enough to bring two ancient creatures into captivity, sure it hadn't lasted long but at the same time they had managed it. They could get better, stronger and who knows if they could escape next time. \n\n\"I'm not sure about your kind but if an ancient vampire is taken down it takes down the whole lineage just like that, gone.\""
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"value": "Drake gave a small laugh at her first words, \"We have to remember we're still mortal, as much as our brain tells us otherwise.\" He said before he glanced at his shoulder blade. \"I feel okay, yeah.\" He said with a nod, \"It's healing, not bleeding at least.\"\n\nHe listened to her words before he sighed, \"Honestly we need to find out why they caught us.\" He said with a frown, \"They didn't kill us outright, which could only mean there's something more sinister.\" He felt his brow furrow before he looked back towards where they came from.\n\n\"I'm the last of my kind, I don't know if there would be any sort of mass extinction without me being alive...\" Drake started before he gave a bit of a stretch, \"The Elder's don't want me dead any time soon, otherwise they wouldn't have saved my life the times they have.\" He gave a weak chuckle before he settled his eyes back on the woman.\n\"And I'm guessing you're the last ancient Vampire?\" He asked, his eyes looking at hers, a serious tone in his voice. The tone of his voice made it hard to distinguish why he was asking; be it for knowledge in case he planned to kill her, or something else."
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"value": "\"Yeah, I suppose we can be killed. Granted it's difficult but…\" Chuckling slightly herself as she folded her arms looking over at his shoulder blade when he mentioned it was alright. Thankfully it had stopped bleeding, which was a positive, but it had yet to start healing. \n\n\"More sinister? Like what exactly? Trying to breed the two most ancient species?\" Iris scoffed making a light joke of the events. \"Honestly, I reckon they wanted us to fight, perhaps they wanted us to turn on each other, cause a war?\" Sighing as she raised her hand to her forehead rubbing it gently, \"I don't know. I wish I knew what they wanted.\" \n\nLooking back towards Drake as he spoke about being the last of his kind, listening to his words he spoke of elders which meant he had some sort of council much like she did. Perhaps they could be useful to consult with? \"I don't know about being the last, I assume so.\" As much as she didn't want to give out this peace of information in case he used it to his advantage she thought it was best to put some form of trust in him, they had after all helped each other escape and were both in the same situation. \"The last I heard of my brother he went underground for protection but I believe he is dead.\""
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"value": "Appearance:\n\nBio: \n\nDrake was unfortunate enough be born during the Shadow Initiative. His parents were part of the research team before they took time to raise him. His life consisted of two activities: studying multiple subjects with his father like languages, math, science, chemistry, etc. and military training with his mother where she taught him how to use firearms and other weapons. When he turned eight, he went through the Genetic Reenactment Conversion. Once he went through that, he was able to manipulate, create, and control lightning. He barely made friends because of his schedule and by the time he was fifteen he felt like an outcast among everyone else. He didn't know what horrors would await him.\n\nWhen he turned eighteen, his parents brought him to the lab where they worked and where he had the Genetic Reenactment Conversion done. He had figured he would work with them in hopes of studying the Heartless and Nobodies. The Shadow Initiative was still in its early stage and he hoped to help them understand both the Shadows and Nexus (Heartless and Nobodies). However, he was chosen to be the very first human test subject. His parents were grooming him for this job. They felt he was physically and metal prepared for it.\n\nOnce ready, they injected Drake with the DNA extracted from the Shadows and Nexus. They were hoping that this would create a much more powerful super soldier. However, they had no idea the repercussions of the test. The DNA of the Shadows and Nexus mixture called Shadow Nexus called to Drake. He could hear millions of voices crying out to him like they were in pain. It felt like the mixture was tearing both his body and mind apart. He screamed in pain as ruins began to form on is body and his hazel brown eyes changed to blood red and in one fell motion. He blacked out.\n\nWhen he came too, he was standing in the ruins of the laboratory. There was no sight of his parents or the other researchers. However, he did see a figure in black robes standing atop a pile of rubble before disappearing. He assumed the figure had something to do with why the laboratory was destroyed. With his parents gone, he wandered the wasteland until he came to Black Falcon City.\n\nFor a time he lived homeless there until he meet a group of bounty hunters that took pity on him and took him in. however, because of his physical skills, he soon became a bounty hunter like them. After several years he became known as the Death Hunter. A bounty hunter using the shadows to kill with. With the bounty hunters he found that the Shadow Initiative had bestowed onto him new abilities: The power to control shadows. However, he still hears the tormented voices in his head and as the occasional blackout at times.\n\nWhat he doesn't realize is when he blacks out, the Shadow Nexus takes over. It controls his body and he becomes a much more savage fighter. His Shadow Nexus side keeps trying to keep control of his body, but fails after so long. However, the longer he stays in Shadow Nexus mode. The greater chance he will be lost to it.\n\nAge: 25\n\nSkills:\nBecause of Drake's mother, he is fluent in many battle and fighting styles. However, the three fighting styles he is most comfortable in are mix martial arts (MMA), Kendo, and gun slinging. He combines his MMA with his ability to control and manipulate lightning. \n\nWeapons:"
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"value": "Natasha\nNatasha tentatively wondered how quickly she could jam her fingers in her ears. But as Drake purposely waited she stole a little glass bead into his boot; one of the few shield charms she had left. As Drake left the cockpit so did she from the opposite side Natasha made certain to hit the button for the cargo door of the small ship. The sounds of the doors yawning open from the back followed her out of the cockpit on the other side of the ship.\n\nSitting out of sight within the Gummi Ships deep Shadow Natasha studied the field before her. Under the beating sun she could fully appreciate how intimidating Pain and Panic truly were as members of the Surge Guardians. Gritting her teeth, she banished this notion and focussed on her next move and watched Mark traipse into the Gummi Ship and return.\n\nShe decided on a gamble.\n\nNatasha slipped from beneath the Gummi ship and into Prims shadow. By Prims shoe Natasha counted to sixty before placing her hand on Prim, simultaneously pulling together an illusion of the Girl whilst casting a spell of invisibility. \n\nThe illusion kept its look of fear, violet eyes pointed directly at the ground, but Prim herself shot a look down at her ankle where the chill had spread. Natasha looked up to where she assumed Prims face to be and her a finger to her lips.\n\nStay silent\n\nNatasha heard a small gasp but nothing more. Commending Prims level headedness Natasha pulled on Prims ragged sock, gesturing her to move towards the Gummi Ships underbelly. Prim moved deftly, so light she was she barely left a trace, into the shadow and made herself as small as she could behind it's landing strut. Feeling that both were safely out of sight Natasha let go of the spell.\n\n\"Quiet.\" Natasha ordered in a whisper. \"You hear fighting, hide in the ship. Understand?\"\n\nPrim, with tears silently streaming down her face, simply nodded.\n\n\"Listen, you'll be safe.\" Natasha smiled and handed Prim a glass bead, her last one. \"Keep hold of this.\"\n\nShe descended back into the shadows then and slipped her way silently to the illusion. With violet eyes and dirty blonde pigtails, it glanced up at Drake. \n\nShe'd had enough of these people.\n\nJames\nJames already had one leg in the latex smelling suit when Seth jumped into another corridor, possibly followed by someone else but James had stopped trying to keep track.\n\n\"Where the bloody...\" James called after them.\n\nBut they were gone and the corridor closed with a pop. The other however remained wide open like a stain. James groaned before resuming his scramble into the space suit.\n\n\"Whatever, let's just get this over with. Come one everyone, choose your colour and let's get going.\" James fell backward onto the ground in a grey suit just like all the others. \"We haven't got all day. Death or glory, death seemingly more likely and all that.\"\n\nThe suits themselves seemed to be that rare case of 'one size fits all' as James felt the elastic material readjust itself around him once he pulled up the zipper on the front all the way to his neck. Shoes and gloves were already attached though James saw no sight of an actual helmet.\n\n\"Pardon me.\" James moved around the new arrival on his hunt for a helmet. \"Don't suppose you saw any helmets?\" A dome suddenly wrapped around his head from the white collar. James yelped in surprise, not that anyone could hear.\n\nFor a minute his mouth flapped open and close but no sound could be heard outside the bubble, until he found the switch on the collar by his neck. \n\n\"found it. Okay guys I'm going to blow a hole in that station and hopefully catch them by surprise.\" His smile was faltering and his voice had an edge that was just shy of being manic.\n\nAfter tapping away on the keyboard, a dull boom could be heard as if it were from somewhere far away. A faint breeze began towards the black swirling corridor. On the view screen a large hold had now appeared and debris flew out of it, tumbling into the freezing expanse. James ignored it and the bodies that could be seen and instead turned back to the rest of the group. \n\n\"Okay. Is everyone ready?\" James summoned his keyblade in a flash of light. \"They should be busy for a little while now so lets go!\"\n\nWaiting for the others to prepare themselves James lead the charge through the Corridor and shot out the other side. He stumbled to a stop and felt his keyblade pour magic into him.\n\n\"Oh we're screwed.\""
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"value": "Katherine took a deep, steadying breath as she this..abyss portal looking thing. \n\"Didn't say anything about freaking demon portals..\"\nDespite her complaints, she willed her keyblade to appear, and somewhat apprehensively went though."
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"value": "Fox\n\"Now that our part of this transaction has been done,\" Nails said before he extended his hand out and added; \"Now you hold up your end of the deal.\" Drake let out a sigh before he turned to the Prim illusion Natasha created for herself. He knelt down and a grin formed on his face.\n\n\"Hope you're ready for this? I'm not James, so you might not like fighting alongside me, but thanks for helping,\" Drake said before he began to explain, \"When you see the spark of lightning, try to create a smoke screen or something to obstruct their vision. we can't fight them all ourselves. That will be our chance to leave. It won't be easy, but then again when are things ever easy.\" He then stood back up and looked back at Nails.\n\n\"Saying goodbye?\" Nails joked.\n\n\"Nah, just letting her know how to run the ship. Instructions are shitty and the ship is sensitive like a damn Sand Sharks skin.\" Nails nodded just as Drake began walking towards Nails. Nails smile grew as he watched Drake walk closer towards him. Drake waited for several seconds before he let a small spark of lightning spark around his fingers on his right hand."
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"value": "@Kalzky@Ryougu@SMS@Rockin Strings@Letter Bee@ShadowVentus\nJames\nThey had emerged in a large storage room of some sort filled with wailing sirens and ammo crates, a form hiding behind one stack of them, with a large door at each end. Around one door the enemy had surrounded.\n\nBloody Terminators\n\nThose were the words that popped into James' head when he saw the soldiers; half of them attempting to prise apart the door, the other half pointing their weapons at him and the others as they arrived. The tanks ceased their fire upon the door and instead turned their large guns towards the group, turbines on the spider tanks sides began to spin and whine.\n\nJames felt his keyblade shake violently in his hands as the soldiers charge their weapons and fire beams of searing blue light. For James, the bolts of light appeared to grow slowly out from the guns as magic sped up his mind. He stood between the ticks of a second watching the bolts lazily fly towards him, just as slowly he pulled up his keyblade and twisted around, willing his limbs to move faster. The first bolt slammed into his keyblade and flew off to the sight in a burst of light and a ring.\n\nTime returned to normal and James found himself being bombarded by the soldier's blasts, being pushed slowly backwards by the force of them as he blocked them from hitting the others standing behind. When a bolt seared a black mark onto his suit James grimaced.\n\nAbove the alarms James shouted, \"Someone smash'em!\" \n\nThe barrels of the Spider Tanks shone maliciously.\n\nNatasha\nBlack smog erupted from the Illusion of Prim; a thick and suffocating thing that felt like sugar paper against the skin. From above it looked like a square that encompassed where the Surge Guardians had stood, but with a small circled in the centre that was clear so Natasha and Drake could see.\n\nNatasha stood with a hand out stretched, despite this though she looked annoyed.\n\n\"Why don't we just kill them now and be done with it!\" She snapped.\n\nThere were sounds of movements, possibly the guardians hunting for them or just paranoid delusions. Natasha followed her gut and treated them like the first option. Signalling for Drake to follow her as she moved swiftly to a different potion, hands folding the fog around them."
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"value": "Fox\nThe smog exploded from the illusion and caused the Surge Guardians to jump just as they were engulfed inside the smog. Nails sneered and yelled, \"We had a deal you little shit!\" he searched through the smog for any trace of Drake, but found nothing as the smog seemed to get thicker the more he stood inside of it. Nails quickly placed a finger over his ear and ordered, \"Find them damn it!\"\n\nWhen the Smog engulfed the area, Drake quickly took out his goggles from his watch and placed them on. He tapped the side of them and they began scanning and giving his readouts of where everyone and everything was. He quickly grabbed Natasha's arm and ran towards the ship while saying, \"Do you honestly think the two of us can kill all the Surge Guardians? Even if I had my Shadow Nexus, We're still outgunned.\" When he reached the ship he quickly and forcefully pushed her inside the cargo bay. \n\n\"Get the ship ready and make sure our passages are set,\" Drake said before a gunshot rang out. Drake let out a cry of pain as he staggered back and grabbed his right shoulder and cursed, \"Fucking hell. Screw it, just go!\" Drake ran into the ship, not even checking both Prim and Jinx who were in the ship and slammed the accelerator. The shop hovered for several seconds before it shot into the air and towards the main ship. \n\nOnce out of danger, Drake let out a sigh and sat back in his seat only to feel a searing pain in his right shoulder. He winced before he placed his hand over the bullet hole and felt the blood slowly leaking from it. He sighed again, \"Should have known Zack was somewhere out of sight with a sniper rifle. The bastard was an amazing shot even the harshest of weather.\" \n\n\"Everyone else ok?\" Drake asked."
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"value": "Age: 18 \n\nGender: Male \n\nRace: Human \n\nWeapon: \nTwo metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific. \n\nThis is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings. \n\nArtorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged.\n\nJoyous Guard\nExpansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance\nB. Lloyd #8 of 7\n\nAn expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted. \n\nJoyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings.\n\nFinally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration.\nSpecialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable). \n\nUse of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'. \n\nSemblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura.\n \nPersonality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as \"busy work\", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards? \n\nThis practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term \"laziness\", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on. \n\nColor: Steel Gray \n\nEmblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device. \n\n\n\nAppearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side."
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"value": "Merlin quickly inhaled the last bit of food that was left in his tray in completely silence. He didn't find himself particularly interested in the conversations around him and found no real reason to interject any of them. He did, however, give a small smile as Ivan got 'told' and stormed out. Merlin looked at the time and found he had plenty of time left to meander about. He stood up, walked to a trash can, and tossed whatever inedible object that were left on his tray away. He then walked out of the cafeteria and took a nice walk. It had been forever since Merlin had been so relaxed. He let out a long sigh of relief. He hasn't really had anytime to relax lately. Nobody to blame but himself, he has spent many of his waking hours practicing and studying to enhance his abilities even farther. Combat isn't something that comes naturally to him, and he has to spend a lot of time theorizing, practicing, and implementing it.\n\nMerlin continued to live in his own head as he walk the grounds of Beacon. It wasn't until he heard the bell in the background, signalling the end of lunch, that he snapped out of it. He pulled out his scroll and searched for the name and location of his next class. \"Grimm Studies, huh? Well, I hope there are live specimens for us to examine.\" He said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He then put his scroll away and zoomed off to his next class. He walked into the classroom and noticed that not everyone has arrived. This left quite a few open seats to choose from. Merlin gave off a small smile as he walked though the sea of desks. He decided to stop and sit at a desk that had two openings on both ends. He took off his cloak and laid it behind him. He then leaned back and waited for class to start."
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"value": "Greyson groaned a little seeing how he just asked Pricilla out of the blue right after she got upset. Damn It! Greyson was a little angry not knowing that it was that easy to do it! Greyson took a breath and finished his food calming down slightly so the others wouldn't notice, right now Greyson needed to get to the next class which was grimm studies hoping against hope that Pricilla will be their with him without Robert but it was unlikely considering that their were only two classes to take for 4th period and Greyson didn't see any reason to go and be in the Armory class when his blade was badass all on its own.\n\nWhen Greyson heard that Robert was going to grimm studies though his hope fell right down the toilet. Greyson sighed a little and put on a smile \"well guys I think we should be heading to class, by the way Robert I got grimm studies to so why don't we head their?\" Greyson said hoping he will get Robert away from Pricilla at least for a little bit by trying to get him away from Pricilla, Greyson felt like he loved Pricilla but Damn it if Greyson wasn't a coward when it came to women. He could take on that giant bull with a laugh and a smile but when it came to women he froze in his tracks, damn that was sad..."
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"value": "\"No problem. That is quite a youth.\" Marcus commented as he grabbed a sandwich off his plate. He nodded towards the others.\n\n\"Excuse me, I need to take a different route to class.\" he apologised and left in a different direction.\n\nArmory class was situated next to the large general purpose shooting range. This had a few benefits that ranged from a good view outside to a place to try out new creations somewhat safely. Most importantly for Marcus the classroom had a large hangar door that lead to said shooting range. The normally ferocious roar of Unsubtle's engine was reduced to a deeper, throaty growl as he slowly guided it across the grounds. Marcus stood upright in the turret, poking his head out of the top hatch as he rode. The doors were technically large enough to fit through but on either side there would be barely a hand's width to spare.\n\nOnly once he was parked inside and no longer threatening to run over important things like walls or other students did he take a good look around. He was at one end of a massive room, with a set of workbenches between Unsubtle and the classroom proper. At the classroom end he could spot Oswald, Geni, and several others. Notable surprises were Shiro and some new girl with a rather interesting choice of clothes. He busied himself with clambering out before his stare could be interpreted as rude. Taking the seat next to Shiro that was not yet occupied he nodded towards the faunus.\n\n\"G'day. Interesting weapon set, they combine?\" he said by way of opening. Slots in the shield appeared a match for several bumps in the non bladed edge of the sword, however Marcus would need to get a look at the internals to figure out the exact mechanism."
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"value": "Mokuren waltzed into the Armory class, quite literally. She liked dancing, almost as much as she liked stalking her prey before devouring them entirely. This class, while nothing to her usually, was where Geni was learning how to stave off death for another day. Mokuren didn't need to learn about armory, she had Sarasagi and it was a perfect weapon, for slicing up irritating people who was so stupid and pampered.\n\nShe entered the room, spotted her target, and stalked up to him with as much feline grace as a Fox could muster. She swished her tail a bit after she arrived, and stared at him. Her tail was so adorable that it would distract anyone who cared to stare deep into it's furry beauty for any longer than a moment. Brandishing Sarasagi very obviously, she spoke.\n\"Good morning Geni. How are you?\" She asked, like a fox asked a chicken before the chase began."
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"value": "Gender: M \n\nAge: 26\n\nCareer/Class:Soldier / Ex-Soldier\n\nWeapons: \n* Basket Hilted Broadsword\n* Imperial Dagger\n* Norscan round Shield (Took from his first felled enemy)\n* Aged Pistol\n\n \n\nPhysical Description Cyrdic is tall and lean, but solidly built, standing an inch over 6 feet in height. His eyes are reminiscent of shaped wrought iron. His face is ruddy and echoes a youthful appearance, though battles and training had roughed him into the look of a mature soldier. He has quite the rugged quality about him. Two scars mar his face. One parallel to the bottom of his left eye, and another scraping across his right jawline. His legs are long and his his facial hair is only a coarse, 5'oclock shadow thanks to his knife. He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt. \n\nMental Description/Personality: Cyrdic isn't a fool. He spent a year apprenticed to a Quartermaster (as punishment for recklessness) and learned how to read and write (to a degree). The best way to describe him would be a hardened, rough soldier at the brink of his youth. He'll use what he can in his disposal to win, though half the time it turns out he'll need to fuck someone up anyway. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his determination to survive. He's not tactically intelligent, but he has a sense of how battlefields shift and can command smaller troops with his powerful voice. He tends to have a take-no-shit (unless it's from a superior officer) lookout on life. He's amiable to certain people however, and will have a dry wit around those he enjoys (or to people he wishes he could be more honest with). While fighting and killing and marching has been his entire life, he's not particularly fond of being thrust into impossible situations and doesn't lack a healthy sense of self preservation. He's gotten quite tired of working for corrupt officers. He's a devout Sigmarite thanks to his upbringing, and has a hammer chained necklace upon his breast to signify this."
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"value": "Cyrdic stepped over the last gnarled root of the forest, and found himself out of the Ostland treeline and within the crags of the Middle Mountains. The peaks loomed above him, and the boulders and lesser mounts that jutted out of the earth stood like watchful sentinels in the afternoon sun. He decided he should enjoy its warmth while it lasted. The clouds rolling in from the east threatened a storm. \n\nThe rugged youth turned around and held out a hand to help up his new companion, lifting her up easily if she took his offer. He was still unsure of his company. He'd never traveled, or barely even spoken to a beautiful courtesan before. He'd met this one once or twice in the courts of Wurzen. Despite his initial mistrust of her, he honestly didn't think she had anything to do with the count's death, just as he didn't. He was old fashioned, but even he wasn't going to shirk an adventure partner who knew how to duel simply because she was a woman. And how could he leave her behind to die? \n\nThey'd been lucky not to run into more than three Forest Goblins eating their dinner. Dispatching them quickly, the past two days had been quietly sneaking through the forest with the utmost care to keep away from roving herds of Beastman, and giant spiders. \n\n\"With luck, we'll get through the mountain passes in a day or two and end up on the Talabec,\" he breathed."
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"value": "Camilla blew out an irritable breath, blowing a stray lock of her raven hair clear of her face as she grabbed the young Seargent arm and clambered from the treeline into the pale afternoon sun. Her feet hurt abominably, twigs and bits of branches from the forest were tangled in her hair and she didn't even want to think about what she smelled like. Cydric himself smelled like a cross between an iron works and an slaughter house, the aftermath of the skirmish with goblins still fragrant.\n\nA few days ago they had been at the court in Wurzen, living in relative luxury, she had been a 'companion' of the counts son Otto, an ornament to the court. Now Otto's was the Count and he was in no doubt about who had murdered his father. In her heart of hearts Camilla wondered if he had murdered the old man so he could inherit and was now going through the charade of being outraged. Such things were common in Tilea, but she didn't think it was the style here in the Empire.\n\n\"We... we can climb those?\" she asked incredulously, turning her eyes up to the enormity of the mountains. White snow glistened on the tops of peaks which seemed to scrape the sky. She pulled her improvised cloak around her body. She had been forced to flee in clothing that... well it wouldn't have been suitable even in private for most people. She had supplied the lack with trousers, far too big, and a shirt which she kept belted around her waist with a strip of her previous silken garment. Both items were on loan from Cydric. Completing the ensemble was a horse blanket that they had found in a saddlebag, before they had been forced to abandon their horses to escape Otto's men. The heavy wollen material was fastened around her neck with a repurposed silver chain, another part of her oh so alluring outfit.\n\nIt was a genuine question, not a sarcastic rebuke, she had thought that Cydric was insane to suggest going through the forest on foot and had told him so in no uncertain, and not particularly flattering terms. None the less he had been correct, it had been nearly a day since they heard any sound of pursuit from the Ostlanders. A crude horn sounded somewhere far off, not an Imperial instrument, something cruder, perhaps more of the greenskins, or the animal mutants Otto had so frequently boasted of slaying. Camilla hoped that they hadn't traded one set of hunters for another.\n\n\"The...\" she struggled for the word, \"Weather, it does not look good,\" her accent made it sound more like 'Wee ther'. She cast a glance back at the forbidding forest. A second blast of the horn sounded and she couldn't tell if it was closer or further away. It didn't look like there would be much choice."
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"value": "\"No, Fraulien,\" he began, then questioned his choice of addressing her. Sigmar knew he wasn't used to speaking with higher class people, save for his military superior. \"Er, your ladyship I mean. We'll not climb them. There should be a pass through the mountains going south. Once we get through it, Wolfenburg will be to our left and Middenland will be to our right, but there's a dark forest we'd need to cut our way through if we chose that route to Middenland.\" \n\nImages of Goblins riding on Spiders the size of houses crossed through his mind, but he shook those dark thoughts away. No need to scare the lady. \"So instead we'll go straight south. Board passage on the River Eiskalt by Wolfenburg, hit the Talabec and go east. We'll be much closer to Middenheim then. Or Marienburg for that matter...\" Cyrdic trailed off, and ran a thumb over the fresh cut on his cheek, courtesy of one of the Goblins he killed. \n\nHe'd never been to Marienburg. Sigmar, he'd never been to most of the Empire, much less outside of it. Ostland, Ostermark, Nordland...where else? Damned if I take the effort to recall now. Get your ass moving, he scolded himself. Immediately his mind whirled back to the task at hand, his iron eyes steeled once more. The horn that blasted behind them only punctuated his point. \"Follow me,\" he told Camilla, and hefted his pack and weapons as he moved forward ahead of her. The young Ex-sergeant had been worked like an Ox for most of his life, in his father's shop, and then as a soldier. Marching was one skill he could do. \n\nThe towering Mountains closed in around them as they waded into the passes deeper. At first Cyrdic felt at ease to be out of the forest, yet soon he found the lack of visibility beyond a slope of one of the peaks almost suffocating. The Thunder just above them was the nail in the coffin, and soon it began to rain, pounding down harder than a Brettonian cavalry charge. He pushed onward, his brown hair matting. To their left, small rocks began to skid, and then crumble to roll down the mountain. Nothing too dangerous, but it served as a warning they needed to find shelter, and soon."
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"value": "Camilla's eyes glazed over slightly at the sergeants description of the places that lay ahead of them. To here they sounded like a confusing melange of half known images and markings on old maps in Otto's bedchambers. Marienburg she did recognize though, the great entrepot was famous throughought the known world. There would be ships there that could carry them wherever the wished to go. Irrationally, and for no more reason than its familiarity, she settled Marienburg as their destination. There, they were going to Marienburg. For whatever reason that little bit of resolution made her feel better.\n\n\"Anyone that rescues me from a suspicious murder, drags me through the forest and splatters me with Golbin brains can call me Camilla,\" she ventured in the spirit of new found boldness, her full lips twitching into a mischievous smile.\n\nFor a long time they climbed into the mountains. The rain, a particular misery in the already cool weather, began to fall in a heavy deluge. In short order it became hard to move safely, though with her acrobat trained reflexes she managed the task better than the Imperial. After endless minutes of sodden misery, she nearly tripped in a shallow and unexpected trough in the stone. Her eyes followed the flow of water, expecting it to run down of one of the near vertical rock faces surrounding them. To her surprise it didn't.\n\n\"Cydric,\" she all but shouted over the thunder of the rain, her Tilean accent rendering the words as closer to Sit-Rick. When he turned his head she stretched out her arm and pointed her finger. Across the narrow defile water was gouting from under a slight overhang. Over the years it had warn a slight trough into the stone, it must be more noticeable when there wasn't an inch of water slouching over everything. Water shouldn't flow from UNDER a ledge. In her misery she was unsure of what she would find, but none the less trudged towards the ledge, it might at least provide some shelter if the torrent dislodged further rocks, Ranald For-fend.\n\nReaching the ledge ahead of the Imperial she stepped under, it was only a few feet wide and provided little cover from the wind driven rain. What she did find was an old masonry work. A cylinder of fitted stones serving as a down pipe, brining water down from above. She frowned, unable to determine the purpose of such a device. Gingerly she reached her hand forward to the moss surrounding the pipe and pulled it away. To her surprise there was a small void between the pipe and the stone of the cliff. Perhaps they could widen it to make an opening for the two of them?\n\nShe turned and pointed to Cydric, shouting above the near deafening drum of rain.\n\n\"It is a passage of some sort, the pipe must be draining something!\" she screamed through cupped hands."
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"value": "Nickname(s): Cae, or Little Cae by her family elders.\n\nGender: Female\n\nAge: 11\n\nHouse: Hufflepuff\n\nAppearance: \n\n\n\n\nA thin little thing with dusty ginger skin and a button nose. Her long nappy hair is carefully braided and twisted, sometimes it is left dangling about her shoulders, sometimes coiled up into a bun, crown, or other interesting arrangement.\n\nAt 11 years old she is a stick, with no womanly curves to speak of. She will try to make up for what she 'lacks' with a daring shade of lipgloss, a black-winged eye, or a set of heels. She has a fashion sense and an eye for detail that is more mature than most her age (which the uniform robes will certainly dampen). \n\nWand: Wood of yew with core of Kelpie Hair.\n\nPet: None\n\nStrengths: \n- Visual Arts: A talented artist, she will not be seen without a pen or pencil in her hand. She has had a lot of practice and is quite advanced in muggle art techniques, but none of wizards.\n- Detail oriented: Her eye for artistic detail translates to other aspects of her life. Small things make a huge difference to her. She has a nearly photographic memory. Words, numbers, and names all stay neatly organized in her head.\n- Well mannered: The well socialized young woman knows her manners and etiquette, and knows what is appropriate in various social settings. She is not shy to meet or talk to anyone, and is even comfortable around adults and authority figures, unlike others her age, she might have a leg up in social situations. \n\nWeaknesses: Superficial and vain.\n- Vain: Growing up the daughter of a plastic surgeon and a model, Caelum was taught that making sure you look good is perhaps the most important part of your day. She will spend a lot of time and energy on her appearance, and judge others by theirs.\n- Superficial: Caelum was well socialized by her mother, but she met many people without knowing them very well. So her social interactions with others have rarely gone past surface conversation. She will have trouble establishing deeper relationships with others, as she is accustomed to superficial acquaintances. \n- Weak willed: Caelum speaks volume with her pencil but softly with her voice. She will not assert herself or confront another. She would rather do as they say, or avoid the trouble. This makes her somewhat easy to manipulate, as she would rather not fight back or be contrary to a stronger personality.\n\nPersonality: \nCae is eager to learn and very talented. She has a bit of an ego, and is very critical of herself and others, particularly when it comes to appearances. In that way she is superficial. She grew up seeing adults with many acquaintances but no close or permanent connections. The most important quality of others is what they could do or their status in society, not who they were inside. This perspective makes it difficult for her to relate to others on a deeper level, and also reflects in her art. She is very good technically but often her work lacks 'soul' or an emotional quality.\n\nHistory:\nCaelum was raised in London. Her father is a plastic surgeon and her mother a model, both muggle and ignorant of the wizarding world. They believed in magic abstractly. Her father made 'magic' happen with his medical instruments, and her mother made 'magic' happen with her body and a camera. 'Little Cae' made 'magic' with her crayons. That was all they knew until an owl delivered a letter to Cae in their high rise apartment…\n\nHer mother and father divorced when she was very young. Her father took full custody, though she saw her mother very often. Her parents get along well, while her mother remarried twice after and is currently single. Her father never remarried, he is an introvert who mostly keeps to himself and keeps busy. He entertains the occasional girlfriend, but nothing that lasts more than a few months. Her mother has a large network of friends and toted 'Little Cae' along on countless fashion shows, gallery openings, concerts, films, holiday parties, so on and so forth. Cae quickly developed self control obtained only by children who spend too much time with adults.\n\nUnlike her mother, Cae is introverted. She loved going places with her mother but preferred to stay quiet and watch. She always brought along a little designer purse full of crayons and paper, keeping herself quietly occupied with doodling. Her doodling became quite good as she got older, and her mother knew plenty of artists to mentor her young talent. Crayons turned to color pencils, which turned to watercolors and acrylic...\n\nHer parents had been considering sending Caelum to a private arts-focused school when they got the letter.\n\nAt first Cae did not want to go to 'Hogwarts'. If it was so great why hadn't they heard of it? Besides, she wanted to be an artist not a magician. (Caelum thought it was some sort of stage-magician's school. She had met a few magicians, and saw through all their tricks! She certainly did NOT want to be like them!)\n\nThen then the neighbors from downstairs showed up. Impeccable timing. They were there to congratulate Little Cae on 'getting her letter'. 'But how did you know?' her parents asked. 'Why, we saw the owl! We knew it had to be for little Cae!' The neighbors downstairs were kind but they never spoke much. Firstly because in the city it is customary to ignore your neighbors, and secondly they always seemed a bit strange. They were unnerved to hear that Cae did not want to go, and invited her over for tea to talk it over. They claimed to be wizards themselves, and promised that they were not stage magicians.\n\nThey showed Cae what Wizard artwork looked like. Moving paintings. Caelum was amazed. It did not seem like making a cartoon, it seemed like making something alive.\n\nCae instantly changed her mind. She wanted to learn magic for herself and how to make her own paintings alive.\n\nNPCs: \n\nGregory Liquin: Father, muggle, a successful cosmetic surgeon. Serious and even tempered. Wealthy, handsome and refined. Cae lives with her father, who supports her in all her endeavors.\n\nCindy Lquin: Mother, muggle, a model and actress. Outgoing and gorgeous. Spunky and Sexy. Cae does not live with her mother but sees her very often and go out on weekend shopping trips, parties, and trendy cafes."
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"value": "The flames were engulfing everything around him and the teacher, getting closer and closer each second. He was struggling to keep himself and the teacher safe from the flames, and just as he was about to give up, when another boy came to his aid. He was a Slytherin, he recognized him before, before all this happened. He couldn't pinpoint his name, but he was just glad he was helping him. The two first years still struggles, but they moved slightly faster with two people carrying the teacher. They were finally nearing the group.\n\nA couple of trees in the way caused them to turn, putting Faniel with his back to the flames. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure emerge from the flames. Looking over he saw that it was one of the attackers. The flames, moved away from his as he walked through them, as if he had an invisible shield around him. He lifted his wand up, not pointed at Dan, but at the other boy helping him. He heard him mutter a word.\n\nHe couldn't make out what he said, but before he knew it, A bolt of red light shot from his wand heading towards the Slytherin. He (carefully) dropped the teachers upper body, running over to the other side. His wand arm crossed over his chest, with his wand barely catching the spell on its tip. For the second the spell hund on the tip of Daniel's wand, words echoed through his mind.\n\nYou've got to mean it. Dan flung the spell back with such power and speed the attacker had no time to react. He met the spell with a scream, and an even louder scream as he landed in the flames as they seemed to engulf him. Dan couldn't tell for sure, he could have use the shield he had around him before to escape. The rest of the group was close enough to see what happened, and Daniel worried. He had just, probably, killed someone. He worried for a second, before his mind shifted back to the now struggling Slytherin first year. His body resumed shaking as he carried the body. Once finally back to the castle, he placed her down outside on the grass, yelling for medical help. As he waited his mind drifted off to nothingness, and he was on his knees on the grass. His hair was a mess, his arms and face were decorated in cuts and scrapes, robes were torn, and hands covered in blood, but how he looked wa nothing compared to how he felt inside. He might have killed someone. The horrible words kept echoing in his mind.\n\nYou've got to mean it."
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"value": "The potion on Cassandra's wound fizzled, the bleeding seemed to slow then. The student had guessed correctly! The potion had been intended for smaller field wounds than the one Cassandra now had. Yet, it would still do her good. She did not awaken yet from consciousness. \n\nMoirah screeched and ducked her head, following the group back toward the castle. She saw Dan counter a spell and... Did Dan just kill[/i] someone? Was the groundskeeper already dead? Her mind was full of curse why were they being attacked? Was this some cruel joke by the administration in order to teach them their lesson? They should not have been punished for getting into a fight, they should be punished for not winning... Upperclass Slytherin were nothing compared to whoever was striking at them now! Who knew how rough her education would be so quickly..."
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"value": "Richard\n\n\"I'm going to fuck you up!\" Richard was shouting as he emerged from the smoke, already waving his wand. He didn't point it at the masked figure, though, but swung it in an arc in front of him, in the general direction of the canopy above. \nA path of leaves were transfiguring into shining steel, their new weight dragging them down and breaking them from their branches. They didn't fall directly at Darius, but around and behind him, cutting off his escape as Richard fired a bright stunning spell at him. \n\nThankfully for Darius, he had plenty of time to prepare for this attack - the boy before him hadn't tried to hide his approach in the slightest.\nDeflecting the spell with ease, Darius was now stood, mask on and facing the furious newcomer. He tutted lightly, waving his wand at Caelum to let the roots ease off - she slumped to the floor, unconscious.\n\"Now, now. Language! There are children present.\" Darius said smoothly, allowing his native european accent to come through fully. Although it didn't sound like this in his day to day life, he didn't particularly want this one remembering what his voice sounded like. Especially with the plan that Romanov had instigated.\nWasting no more time on idle chatter, Darius moved swiftly, whipping his wand in a fast motion and sending stunning spells back towards Richard - then directing his wand at the steel branches.\nBombarda Maxima! He hissed, the spell barreling through the branches, scorching the trees in the process.\n\nRichard did almost a pirouette to dodge around the stunners, but Darius had brought his attention to the child on the ground and as his right side faced her, he flicked his wand. The ground swallowed her up, and something like a rabbit burrow in old cartoons appeared in the ground as she was pulled away from the action in a subterranean air bubble. \nBut Richard's divided attention halted his dodge and as his charm spirited Caelum away, one of the stunners exploded against his shoulder mid-turn. \nHe collapsed to his knees, eyes closed as his head fell. He thought he had managed to remain conscious, but when he looked up, the masked man was gone and there was no sign of his accomplices. Judging by the spreading fire, he might have been out for as long as two minutes. \n\nHe needed to cut his losses and retrieve the rescued student, but as he turned to go back to where he'd set up defenses, he was faced with fire. He waved his wand, and just as he'd transfigured the hydrogen to start the fire, he transfigured the air into carbon dioxide to suffocate it. It dwindled and died in seconds, and he approached the makeshift battlements through the ashes and smoke. \n\nCaelum was tucked neatly in a bubble of earth, under the roots of a tree, and another quick spell dislodged her, dirty but apparently unharmed. He picked her up and walked past the clearing, seeking the group at large."
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"value": "\"Look!\" Moirah gasped and pointed. \"There they are!\" She saw Richard carrying the unconscious Caelum. \n\nShe was covered in dirt, she was unconscious, but she was breathing and in one piece... She even began to stir then. Everything hurt so she only looked around briefly, relieved to see familiar faces.\n\nThe students headed toward the castle, but they did not appear to be perused. The noise and lights behind them faded, Charlie came last. He was the last one fighting it seemed, his opponent eventually running away from him. \n\n\"Coward ran off.\" Charlie scowled, his wand was ready and he gaurded the rear of the retreat back to Hogwarts.\n\n~~~\n\nOnce they reached the castle it did not take long to communicate that something terribly wrong had happened during this detention.\n\nEvery teacher was awakened, and assigned to either patrol the hallways and grounds or to search the woods.\n\nMost students were already in their dorms, but, all stragglers and night owls were directed back to their dorms.\n\nAll the detained students were whisked to the medical ward to be attended to be white smocked witches and wizards. They were made to stay in the ward overnight and were not admitted back to their houses and regular rooms. \n\nCaelum took the opposite strategy. She did not sleep, but lay with her eyes closed, trying to rest, trying to block everything out of her mind... Moirah was making that particularly difficult...\n\nMoirah, who was unhurt, was quite fidgety. She couldn't stick to her bed, she paced around the small room of the medical wing they had all be boarded up in. She tapped her feet, muttered every so often, and was generally annoying to anyone trying to mellow out after their harrowing experience."
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"value": "Age/Race/Gender: 24/Human/Male\n\nAppearance: 5'9\" tall, 120 kgs, semi muscular build with long dyed hair coloured black with neon orange streaks.\n\nOccupation: Arsonist\n\nWeapons: \nThe VC1 Flamethrower is highly valued by planetary militia when fighting local wildlife. It is also highly sought after by pirates and mercenaries who are going to fight on ships or in close wuarters. It is designed to destroy shields and to cook people inside their armour. However, if the armour and person inside still hold, Hadrian uses his holdout weapon.\n\n\nThe M4 Revolver is one of the most highly powerful handguns made commercially. Accurate up to 50 metres and and able to punch throigh most armour, this weapon is beloved by outlaws and lawmen alike. Take care of it, it takes care of you.\n\nArmor: \nThe HG19 ballistic armour is especially built for harsh environments and to protect the user. It can stop a hail of bullets, stop the person inside from burning alive from extreme heat and allow them to walk in freezing cold temperatures without getting frostbite. It is armoured and does not come with shields.\n\nItems: Spare parts for his weapons, such as gas tanks.\n\nHis helmet has an inbuilt system that allows him to see his surroundings in any given light.\n\nHas one hard copy of the Anarchists cook book, complete with his own personal edits, diagrams and notes.\n\nSkills: He is able to burn anything with even the most basic of tools. \nHe is also a damn fine cook and is able to cook fine food for most humanoid races.\nKnows sign language.\n\nPowers: N/A\n\nOther: He rarely takes off all of his armour at any given point. He only removes it when in his own quarters, otherwise he usually wears the chest pieces of his armour."
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"value": "Maverick and SAL had stood by silently as the shuttles arrived one by one. When they had all gathered and Captain Dawson began speaking, Grayson blinked twice to engage the cybernetics in his eye, and sized up everyone in the room. The soldiers were no threat, a few had minor cyber-mods, but apart from that, they were all human. He scanned each of his new teammates for weak points, smiling as he compiled information in case any of them ever turned on him. The Funganoid spoke up to the abrasive tone of their supposed squad leader. Maverick chuckled as muttered sideways at SAL.\n\n\"This'll be good\"\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Sorry you shitlord, I'm gonna be in your way the entire damn time this project is going on. Better learn how to tolerate me now you bastard.\"\nStryker rounded on the Funganoid and marched over, one hand still firmly on his pistol's grip. He grabbed Tibulus' shoulder and pulled him close to the visor of his mask, whispering so none of the others would hear.\n\n\"You're the volunteer then? You must be insane, or a little empty up there, no one volunteers for a job like this. I'm a nice guy, so I'll give you a little advice. Change your tone when dealing with this lot. They're not as forgiving as me, they're dangerous, and won't hesitate to take you out at the smallest slight. Now that son of a bitch Dawson stuck me on this crew, and honestly I just planned on sticking myself in the cockpit, sealing the door and waiting this disaster out, but since you're here, that's out the window. I don't care if you like me or not, hell maybe I'll even co-pilot for free, but if you have another outburst like that in front of the crew, all you'll be piloting is the transport shuttle, got it?\""
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"value": "Location: City of Jungenbru, planet Taranese.\nDate: 3rd of February, 2162.\n\nIt was a busy marketplace, in the middle of a big city. People talked loudly, cars drove by both on the ground and in the air, chatter loud as people bought their varying wares and laughed happily in the bright city. This was one of the happier places in the galaxy, far from conflict and terrifying ordeals. In among these walked a tall woman in black, an alien with white skin and black eyes, carrying a weapon on her back. But, this wasn't unusual. Bounty hunter, perhaps, this place was filled with aliens as it was and she wasn't one of the worst offenders. She was speaking to someone, and it was reported that she placed a hand on his forehead, since this struck those who watched as just the slightest strange.\n\nThen the woman, in a single deft movement, reached behind her with her free hand and grabbed her halberd before swinging it in a flawless slice which cleaved the man's throat. He died immediately and fell back as a string of blood launched into the air from the woman's sharp blade. Multiple screams were let out around her, and people called for the police. The woman was utterly calm, despite the action she had just committed and the screams of the terrified crowd around her. Police weren't far away, and arrived directing their weapons at her, telling her to stand down. She pushed them back and off their feet with but a motion of her hand, using psionics. They started firing. The woman deftly dodged, in a way that seemed impossible, like she knew where they'd shoot, before she closed the distance and hacked at them with her halberd.\n\nThat day, their police force was left decimated. The woman darted from officer to officer, cutting them, incapacitating them so they fell bleeding and screaming onto the ground. The ground and surroundings quickly became stained with red. When reinforcement came, they found her stained with blood and standing with her halberd raised over a sea of injured, screaming and bleeding police officers. And if that wasn't bone-chilling enough, the woman was smiling. A creepy, pleased and ill-fit smile, as if she was proud of herself or simply enjoying the sound of the screams which surrounded her. With this, it came as no illusion to the police that they needed help. A bounty was quickly put on her head.\n\nWith the bounty that was put on her head, a chase instigated. Yet, tracking her down seemed to always end up with blood spilled all over the ground around her before she fled again. Soon enough she vanished from the planet, just as more extreme measures were being put into motion, the law enforcements lamenting their inability to defeat the threat. And this one incident… was only the beginning of what would amount to the reputation of one of the deadliest criminals in the galaxy…\n\n______\n\nLocation: Chronos Station\nDate: Today (19th of August, 2166?)\n\nAnd here she stood. In among these soldiers in armor suitable for the age and with blaster-weapons for shooting purposes or what-have-you-not other things, stood also a tall woman in what appeared to be medieval armor with gems attached to it. Lataniva listened, her skin unnaturally white and eyes black, in her armor, spikes going a bit of everywhere from it. Here and there on the armor were gems, including one on the headband that held her long black hair directed backwards. On her back was a long halberd, with small blades on the end, strapped to her back. She might have looked strangely out-of-place.\n\nSome here may know her reputation. If nobody else, bounty hunters should know her, for a price has long rested on her head.\n\n… would know of several instances where she has been reported to have killed and maimed people as well as law enforcement for little to no reason. Multiple bounty hunters that have gone after her are known to never have returned. Her reputation paints her as a savage murderess with powerful psionic powers, not to be underestimated. Last known location, Deadzone, working with criminal organizations. She kind of dropped off the map recently, random deaths not too unlikely in the Deadzone so it wasn't too unlikely she had been assassinated somewhere, but here she is.\n\nShe listened with a blank, almost mildly bored-looking expression as she looked at Dawson. This was information she already knew. Then, it was over to Stryker. He made it clear he had no intention of making friends. Didn't bother Lataniva too much. She understood. For the moment, there was nothing immediate she felt like commenting on, for now she would stand and listen. For now."
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"value": "The Funganoid chuckled at the thought of volunteering for this. This was a prickly bounty hunter, and one that might not like being taken for the edgy scum that Tibulus saw deep within him. Tibulus responded to the angered bounty hunter with a slight tone of sarcasm and a pinch of smartass. \"Heh. I'm not volunteering to do this. Volunteering is unpaid work, if you forgot that. I'd also like to see you try taking down something that's already deceased, I really look forward to it. This being said, I'd rather not have to feel the simulated pain you'd attempt to bring onto me, and as such, I'm going to stand down and let you simply go wallow in your own self-absorbed past. You don't get in my way with what I'm doing, and I'll stay out of yours with what you're doing. As long as we both do these things, we're cool.\" A small jolt of electricity pierced through the jumpsuit and shocked Stryker as the Funganoid finished his sermon, and with that, the skeleton leaned back on the crate and continued to smoke his cigar. \"Oh, and you'd be the one piloting the transport shuttle, not me.\""
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"value": "Location: Golat III\nGolat III was renowned as being an extremely hot planet, with long hot days and short freezing cold nights. Despite this it was also know to be a large hotspot for illegal trade and under the table deals. This was because no law enforcement was on the planet that wasn't lazy or being bribed, and any orbital scans wouldn't work that well.\n\nBut, despite the heat there was one man out and about, and he didn't seem to be that effected by the heat. He was out there because he was looking for a certain building. He found it, and it was an old nightclub, or at least that what the owners wanted people to think. In reality it was a giant warehouse full of illicit items, drugs, guns etc. All worth a fortune.\n\nAll highly flammable.\n\nA security camera caught the whole thing from outside saw what happened. The man in the armour kicked open the door and used his flamethrower on the opening. Fire and smoke obscured most of what happened on the inside, but according to most reports, the attack lasted about five minutes and about twenty bodies were found inside.\n\nIt was unknown however who the victims were, as the bodies were too scorched for facial recognition and all DNA was destroyed. But eveeryone was sure that the man with the flamer made it out alive, mainly because the cameras showed him leaving the building, dragging an unknown person behind them in one hand, and a large case in the other.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLocation: Chronos Station\nHadrian was stood on the loading deck along with the others. He was there because after the incident on Golat III Hadrian was approached by some spook working for some governemnt agency that he immediately forgot what it was called.\n\nThey made him a very interesting offer. They wanted him to work on some top secret project, work with other bad people to do bad stuff for a quote 'good cause' as they called it. In exchange, protection for what he did in the past to all those other nasty people. \n\nThey also offered him something he had been looking for for the longest time. Information. He has looked for this info for a while now, he has tried many times to acquire it and many means to do so, everything from bribery to torture. And yet nobody told him, until now. All he had to do was be patient and keep killing people. It suited him fine, even if they lied about what they had, they knew something. And if meant going to war with an entire govenrment, so be it.\n\nMeanwhile he had to put up with this lot. There seemed to be a few who thought themselves better than the rest. Like they shit gold rather than actual shit. You could practically see the dick measuring going on. But, he decided not to get involved with that. Ge would try and be somewhat friendly with the others, hell he had even heard of a few of these people and was impressed that the spooks had convinced them to tag along on their weird ass project.\n\nUnderneath his helmet he smiled a bit and decided to try and see if anyone was willing to be reasonable, at peast with him. He cleared his throat a bit and spoke as loudly as he could. \n\n\"Ladies and gentleman, I am sorry to bother you, but I am the ships chef. So, if there is any dietary requirements you have, anything you are allergic to or anything that you would like me to cook for you, please let me know. Thank you for your time.\""
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"value": "Nickname: Friends and family often refer to her as \"Jay\" because of a slight obsession with bluejays when she was younger. She has given herself the nickname \"Trauma\".\nGender: Female\nAge: 17\n\nBrief Personality: Cammy used to be a lot happier and friendlier than she is today. But certain events have left her depressed and with a much darker personality than she used to. She tends to be quiet and somewhat moody but when she has something to say or gets angry then she's more than capable of vocalizing her thoughts. She's not fond of people touching her, mostly out of fear of what her power may inadvertently do to them.\n\nAbility: Cammy is able to transfer other peoples pain to herself and others by touch. In addition to this, and possibly as a coping mechanism, her body is at peak human condition. She is faster, stronger, more agile etc. than a normal person. She doesn't need to eat or sleep as often as would normally be required and she doesn't seem to tire from exercise or strenuous activity.\n\nLimits to Ability: When Cammy gets emotional, she can't fully control her ability. If she absorbs too much pain at any one time, her body may not be able to cope with it and she has, on at least one occasion, fallen into a coma after absorbing too much.\n\nAge admitted into Riverwood: 16\n\nBackground: Cammy was born in Mumbai, the middle child to an Indian father and an American mother. Both of her parents were doctors and Cammy idolized them. She always dreamt of following in their footsteps. When Cammy was six, she and her family moved to America, for reasons Cammy was never fully aware of. Her parents opened a small clinic to treat the poor and underprivileged and Cammy was fond of helping out, often talking to the patients and easing their minds. Many people often remarked that they felt better just having Cammy around. This was a sentiment that seemed to echo throughout Cammy's life. People always liked her. Her parents patients adored her, her friends at high school loved her. She was a talented athlete with what seemed like boundless potential and it seemed like Cammy was altogether destined for a great life.\n\nAnd then it happened.\n\nCammy remembers her mother's scream every day. While helping out at her parents clinic, Cammy heard her mom cry out from one of the examination rooms in the back. The young girl rushed into the room and saw the most horrific sight of her life. There was a man with a knife standing over her bleeding mother on the floor. Without even thinking, Cammy rushed to her mothers side, pushing the attacker aside as she did. When she held her mom in her arms, Cammy's powers seemed to kick in. The poor girl felt every second of her moms pain as she died. But Cammy remembers the gentle smile her mother gave her as she passed.\n\nCammy was filled with rage though. As her mothers attacker advanced on her, seemingly intent on ending her life too, Cammy lashed out and tackled the man to the ground. In a blind rage she punched him over and over again, transferring every ounce of pain running through her body to him with every blow. She almost beat the man half to death and admits that she would have finished the job had she not blacked out.\n\nWhen she awoke a few days later, she found herself in an old motel room with her father and younger brother. Confused and heartbroken, Cammy listened to her dad explain that her mom was dead. She already knew this. What she didn't know was that her attacker had seemingly escaped in the confusion. Not only that but some men had apparently come looking for Cammy. Her father, seemingly knowing who these men were, had whisked Cammy and her brother away. He was concerned for their safety.\n\nHe explained to Cammy about his plan to send her to a special school. One that could help her learn about her abilities and keep her safe. Under normal circumstances, Cammy would have protested against this. But these weren't normal circumstances. And Cammy wasn't the same person she had been. She felt completely numb. Completely numb except for the dull ache at the back of her mind.\n\nAfter arriving at the school, Cammy kept to herself mostly. The happy, friendly Cammy seemed to be gone. In her place was a quiet and moody young woman who would rather be by herself than around others. She finds it hard to connect to other people the way she used to and is still haunted by the face of her mother's killer.\n\nAppearance:"
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"value": "\"Calm down. You're safe here. Who's this Josie and why does she have you so upset?\" \n\nTerraline begged to differ. Any place Josie was in was not a safe place. \"Well she's my sister but we don't get along so to say,\"She told the girl briefly and slowly sat up.\n\n\"Careful, the paralysis they gave you was also poisonous. It almost killed you so take it easy. They take many measures to try to make sure the person dies. Consider yourself lucky. \"Xander said dryly, taking her shoulder, \"Save the parade of questions for later. There's a orientation for the new year. They're going to hand out class schedules and everything out. You can ask questions there.\" He winked again at the girl before turning to go into the next room. He paused seeing two newcomers.\"What is this a side-show? You people have nothing better to do huh? \"He sighed, brushing between the boy and girl to Josie's room.\n\nTerry took a deep breathe. Poisoned? She still had no idea what was going on. She found she did not care what had just happened to her. There was no way she was going to lay around in this stupid bed.\n\"Oh, no, no, I'm so sorry.\" came a female voice, \"We didn't mean to intrude, we just-\"\n\n\"-Had to see the new students.\" another voice finished. It belonged to the handsome boy beside the first girl. Terry hadn't seen anyone so beautiful before. She stared at him for good ten seconds before snapping out of her trance. They introduced themselves at Eilowyn and Sage. They seemed friendly enough but Terry didn't want to stick around here for too long. Josie wasn't far. \"Hi! Nice to meet you, I'm Terry,\" She got up on wobbly legs and stumbled to her feet, only to slip. She caught the side of the bed and held her throbbing head in pain.\n\n\"All students report to the auditorium in the next five minutes!\" came a voice on the loud speaker."
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"value": "\"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?!?\",Lucas gets up and brushes himself off before he heads off to the auditorium. Upon making it to the giant auditorium, he walks to a very far corner far away from the people gathering in the auditorium, hoping people didn't try to sit next to him. He pulls out an iPod, puts in some headphones, and then with some difficulty he turns it on and pulls up his music app. He pulls out one of his headphone buds."
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"value": "* Age: 16\n* Gender: Female\n* Race: Oni\n* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.\n* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.\n* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.\nAlthough she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.\nYou know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.\n* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.\n* Equipment: \"Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens...\" She also has a phone, \"a little spending money\" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.\n* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies. \nAkari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.\nThey moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on. \nIbaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than \"fight it out\", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more."
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"value": "Hina couldn't help but smile when Homura chuckled at her joke. She had thought it was a good one, albeit obvious, but it was always nice to get recognition, even from a Human. After being scared by Shina (but not that much because she knew it was the Tanuki and only cowered and whimpered a little bit) and insulted by Shu (to which she replied that his mom was, in fact, the dullard) the group was off to the playground. Hina would have to take extra special care not to just play on the swings and instead get to work on this important case.\n\nSolidifying her resolve in the pouring rain (how she hated the rain. The gleam of the knife in the pale moonlight. Screams drowned in the oncoming torrent of-), they eventually arrived at the playground, Hina profoundly unwettened due to her ability to incorporealize. The little Zashiki clapped as Tomko performed her far-too-elaborate summoning, whistling and cheering, saying \"that's my chuuni boss for you~\"\n\nA ghost did, indeed, appear. It was, indeed, very scary. The gushing slit in her throat reminded Hina of some not-so-fun times in her past, but she shook her head. No time for the past. She was on a fun adventure with people that probably cared about her.\n\nProbably.\n\nThe ghost took a slightly more pleasing form, and Hina approached her with notepad in hand. Hina would start out good cop, but she could do bad cop too if the situation called for it.\n\n\"Hey~ I'm Hina, our group's lovable mascot character, and I wanted to ask you a few questions about a recent disappearance in the area. This playground, specifically. I'm all business, you know, so I'm definitely not tempted to play on those slides right now,\" Hina said, as stone-faced as she could make herself (which wasn't much), \"so tell me... did you see anything unusual around the time the Makishima kid vanished? If you give me any good information...\"\n\nHina leaned in and whispered into the ghost's ear, \"I can give you a tip on beating Tomoko. Or alternately, if you want to do it without my help... I'll draw your OC. Don't worry about being cringe, I don't judge. All OCs are someone's baby, and I respect that.\""
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"value": "Shimizu Kaori\nPlayground\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nAlas, their time in the clubroom had come to an end...and so did her time with the Mujina. As much as she'd like to keep the small shapeshifting spirit with her, it would likely be nothing more than a distraction during their investigation. As such, Kaori would instead opt to leave her in the clubroom. Grabbing her own umbrella, Kaori would follow the rest out of the clubroom, and out into the rainy day that had been given to them.\n\nA playground was their destination, hm?\n\n\"My my, an excellent display as always Tomo-chan.\" Kaori would agree with Hina, lightly clapping as Tomoko made her totally necessary and accurate summoning. And what a cute ghost that was summoned too! She had to wonder what such a cute ghost was doing here, but she couldn't really complain that the end result was meeting another cute ghost. \"And what a cute little ghost, Ehehe. I'm Kaori, just a little spider employed by Tomoko-chan. As Hina has said, we're looking into a child that disappeared around here.\" The spider would give a brief description of Makishima Taro as well as the general time of day that the disappearance had occurred. \"It would be of great help if you could assist us.\""
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"value": "Homura had an umbrella, so at least getting there wasn't a problem for her. Tomoko did her thing, with a usual flair that was endearing, if unnecessary. And they had their ghost. There was something funny about her dropping the horror act once she knew who it was, but hey, everyone's got appearances to keep up. \n\nHina had already stared with the important questions, so there wasn't much reason to just chime in with \"what she said.\" Instead, Homura started looking around the area. This definitely wasn't the usual place for a disappearance. Far too open, although they had already assumed a supernatural cause. \n\nShe turned her attention to the others. \"What do you think? Know anything that likes to hang out in places like this?\""
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"value": "Shina pulled her small Oni up out of the chair. \"Come on, grab whatever you need.\" The Tanuki reached out towards the wall and an umbrella poofed into existence in her hand. Likely enough, she probably hid it so no one stole it. \"You can walk under the umbrella with me, Akari-chan~\" She'd wait for Akari to grab whatever she needed and urged her out so they didn't fall behind. Soon enough they reached the playground and the rain was dying. Shina just smiled as Tomoko summoned the spirit of the ghost. \"Ohhh, she's a cute ghost. The ones I know tend to look a bit more spooky. Good people but if you didn't know better they'd scare your socks off.\"\n\nShe then turned to Homura who had asked them all a question. \"What do I think? I think cute girls tend to hang around after a certain type of spider is done with them, but I don't think that's what you mean.\" She looked over toward the resident spider. \"But... Other than that, I'm sure there are a small number of Youkai that frequent the city much as some of us present do but a playground? Hmm. Is there anything that would want to try bothering children at a playground in the middle of the day?\" She shrugged. \"I'm not too familiar with any of the really recent Urban Legends. Hanako-tan, Kuchisake-Onna... Any of those ones I know.\" Shina shrugged. She looked out to the playground and smiled as the rain was just about gone. \n\nShe poofed into smoke and her appearance changed again. Now, she looked like a younger child version of herself about Akari's size. \"Hey, hey. Akari-tan~ Wanna play at playground?\" She teased the girl, always enjoying teasing the girl."
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"value": "M i m r i n\"You haven't changed, no one has–you've just lost everything that made you great, and now you're…this.\"\nAge\n\n\n---\n\nEarly Twenties\n\nGender\n\n\n---\n\nFemale\n\nArchetype\n\n\n---\n\nAgile Duelist\n\nPhysical Description\n\n\n---\n\nMimrin isn't an entirely imposing person. She is of average height, but lean and boyish, lacking bulk. Her hair has faded to a pallid white, with only the faintest wash of pink dye remaining in a handful of strands, suggesting a more bombastic life. Her eyes are a burning emerald, miraculously untouched by the resurrection. \n\nThe mark of her death is fairly evident: from the ugly scar running the whole of her neck, it's fair to assume she was decapitated, and not cleanly.\n\nPersonality Traits\n\n\n---\n\nThere are two sides to Mimrin. The one who awoke would have been considered a disgrace to her warmongering homeland. She is reserved, timid, and shies from violence out of fear. Her Draethir blood has cooled, congealed, and left her with a worried, caring attitude. Some might even say Mimrin is friendly.\n\nThen there is Mimrin, the Undying. \n\nMost of those brought back from the grave may feel within them a tug towards their old ways. They may fight urges or give into impulses reflecting who they once were. True to the title once bestowed upon her, the Mimrin of old did not truly die. This past self still lurks in the depths of her mind, not a mere collection of impulses and memories, but a personality all its own. This Mimrin is vile, sadistic, hungry for violence and revels in coaxing the worst out of her compatriots. \n\nAnd so the Mimrins, Redeemed and Undying, remain in constant struggle. While the former enjoys more frequent and complete control, as they say, old habits die hard. When backed into a corner, like any animal, instincts take over.\n\nAttributes\n\n\n---\n\nThe UndyingNothing in Draethir was given lightly, Mimrin tore this title from the hearts and throats and guts of her victims, and its blood-soaked meaning endured in her memories, even after death. It was the duty of Draethir assassins to hunt down valuable targets on the battlefield and dispatch them with vicious efficiency. Often they were considered suicide soldiers, engaging commanders, chieftains and archons, individuals they knew to be highly-trained. Mimrin survived though, on the back of exceptionally quick reflexes and a savage mastery in the art of fighting one-on-one. It stands to reason that these skills do not transfer well when out-numbered, however.\nSqueamish SadistRedeemed, Mimrin is generally concerned for the well-being of others and tends to shy away from conflict or violence. She's even adopted a fear of blood since awakening. Mimrin the Undying however, was and is a sadist. She delights in the pain of others, sometimes just delighting in pain itself. Though plenty might find this detestable, at the end of the day if someone needs to be hurt, brought to the very brink of their tolerance for agony, she's the person to go to.\nShe Who Fights and Runs Away…There's glory in a bloody death, but there's more glory in living to kill again. Redeemed, Mimrin sees her natural agility and affinity for speed as a godsend to someone who fears and has no talent for violence. In truth however, these skills were developed out of necessity long ago, and Mimrin the Undying much prefers utilizing them to skirt about her enemies, often closer than is necessary.\nThe Real YouMimrin lost her memories in the redemption, like all of the redeemed. However, with her past self enduring still, Mimrin the Undying is more aware than most just how changed they can be. If she herself can be reduced to a trembling coward, than the others brought back as well would surely wretch to see what they had become. She looks for signs, for slips back towards her compatriots' more ruthless natures, and tirelessly attempts to urge them back to their old ways.\n\nInventory & Equipment\n\n\n---\n\nWrappings of the Draethir AssassinsA tattered mix of dark leathers and iron, one would be hard-pressed to call what remains of this ensemble \"armor.\" As well, besides the faded black-and-red colors, the only claim it holds to Draethir is Mimrin's memory.\nThe Tyrant's ClawsGifted during her service, these daggers were the only things buried with Mimrin. While once they may have been beautiful weapons, time has rendered their value almost entirely sentimental. Their conditions are poor, with the better of the two missing its tip and bearing chips along its inward-curved edge, and the worse snapped off entirely an inch or so off the guard.\n\nGift of Rebirth\n\n\n---\n\nDuality/Assimilation:In addition to being initially unaware of the gift in general, it comes with a secondary caveat–it can only be used by her former personality. This Gift is a supplementary to Mimrin's fighting style. Conceptually it is a form of sustain, with which she can recover damages done to herself by inflicting damage upon others. In reality what this equates to is a violent, horrid exchange of flesh. By carving into another, the viscera produced replaces what Mimrin has lost in a whirl of scarlet veins. The extent of this reparative Gift's uses is thus far limited to healing external wounds."
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"value": "A u d h i l d\n\n\n---\n\nThe Well of Valdis\n12th Day of Autumn, 1088 AD\n\n---\n\n\nYoung fire, burning in a tenebrous pit. A flame which birthed from the lost and irrecoverable past to give life anew. It moved, searing and scorching through the black as it expelled waves of colour and light; for once lit, it would not be extinguished until death consumed it offering.\n\nThe fluttering of eyelids, still sealed shut, signalled the time to once again rise. They feared to open, feared to look upon the world with a sense of enthusiasm, for it was the scent of the dead which was recognised by young Audhild. The wet smell of rotting flesh and the sickly taste that swirled through the nostrils was inescapable, uncontrollable, and forcibly consumed by those who had awoken. A pulse of instinctive energy erupted from deep within the woman's gut, a contraction of vomiting reflexes that produced no more than gaseous air. Century old taste of maggots and bacteria.\n\nAn alien scream flowed from her lips as her body reared awake. Eyes torn open, the pants of hysteria, the adrenalin which slumbered for so long kicked Audhild with a medicinal high that could almost send her back to the depths of death. Her mind had forgotten everything that once was, but her body was not so complainant. Without thought, without hesitation, Audhild climbed through the seas of corpses that laid upon her unfortunate soul as she rose to the summit of flesh and bone. It had become a birth of life through the gift of death — a reaper's failed task, or a god's forsaken gift.\n\n\"Hvor er jeg?\" Words muttered from a language unknownst to even her as she surveyed the hills of tarred blood.\n\n\"Where am I?\" She repeated, finally clearing a section of intellect with much needed logic and curiosity. Expressing the confusion to demand an answer from whatever benevolent being that happened to be watching over them at this point in their life. As though it was the will of the universe Audhild heard the subtle sounds of voices from afar, resonating through the pitch void to her sensitive ears.\n\n\"Who goes there?\" She bellowed, husky and full of might as she dropped to her knees in a scampering forage for any form of suitable protection. A blade, a bone, even flesh to throw would be better than nothing, but the more she searched the more she found which was not suitable to her needs. Her hands brushed over every surface in a panicked frenzy as two names snuck their way into her thoughts...\n\nOyen & Stohl... \n\nAudhild froze. For the first time since awakening the Skogarian woman had recollected some form of memory. The most insignificant of drops in the ocean of the past, but enough to remind her what it once felt to be human.\n\n\"Where am I?\" A third time for asking the same question, but this time she was awaiting an answer. Too many questions were formulating inside her head, and none had been truly answered... all except that she knew she had somehow been reborn."
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"value": "U L R I C\n\n\n---\n\nThe Well of Valdis\n12th Day of Autumn, 1088 AD\n\n---\n\n\n\nBreath. The sudden, automatic spark of his nervous system suddenly reacting again was startling, yes. Like the dull rumblings of someone who had slept for a very, very long time. Synapses fired, thoughts began to process. He began to feel again, for the first time in...how long? Concepts like time, cold, numbness, words and abstract thoughts began to flood his mind as he stirred, moving his limbs first, forcing his torso upwards, then sliding his legs over where his body had been laid. Senses began to flood back in as the still-young man fluttered his eyes open. \n\nSmell came first. Death and decay. It was...familiar to him. But why was it familiar? He looked over himself the best he could. Cloth leggings covered his lower body, with old leather boots adorning his feet. He also had thick leather gloves on both hands, and covering his torso was a cloth jacket with broken links of chainmail ringlets around his shoulders, falling like forgotten vines of ivy around parts of his chest and torso. Armor, yes. But forgotten or damaged to the point that a thick gambeson would provide better protection. \n\nHe finally stood upwards, examining the room. Sparks began to fill his head, like tiny embers before they lit a great bonfire. Yes, he was…Ulric. As he scanned the room, he knelt over to find a discarded weapon: what had once been a greatsword had shattered halfway through. It looked almost awkward, the hilt being now almost half the length of the blade. But he knew that he used a weapon like this...once. But when? \n\nHe took a deep breath of the acrid air moved from his resting-place into the greater chamber of this pit. It seemed others were waking and talking. He scanned the faces as he moved forward, blade at his side. Several women and an old man. An odd place to find such a motley assortment as any...but where were they? The question seemed to echo around each of them, and he did not feel the need to vocalize his own question. His gaze rose upward, towards the roof of the pit. \n\n \"Wherever we are,\" his voice finally broke the air of questions from the different people, \"It appears we have been placed among the dead.\" His face was grim. \"Whether we are interred in a tomb or a grave-pit, I would much like to see the sun and breathe air that isn't so ripe of corpses.\""
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"value": "Age: 23\nHeight: 5 ft 5\nWeight: 150 lbs. \nAllegiance: 'Hope'\nDistinguishing Traits: Iris has a scar on her left hand, located on the wrist which was gained a few years back. No other scars but due to her pale skin Iris tends to bruise easily. Personality wise she is quite head strong, stubborn and isn't afraid to voice her opinion. Although she has light blue eyes in contrast to her fair skin in certain lights her eyes can be mistaken for grey. \n\nShort Bio: Growing up in Aspiria sounded wonderful and it was if you were on the upper side. Iris however had grown up with her father on the rougher side, the commoner side of the city where you lived within your means. If you couldn't afford dinner well you wouldn't have dinner, it was as simple as that. It didn't really matter to her though because she had a loving family, her father worked hard day in and out and her mother kept the house maintained and food in their stomachs and it worked for them. \nIt all had changed when her mother fell ill and sadly passed away not long after. She had outright refused to use their money on medicine that would help her, and she was a stubborn woman a trait Iris had inherited. That death however sparked a rebellion, it fuelled her father's courage who gathered as many men, women and even teens that was willing to fight. He called it hope, hope for those wanting that better life. \n\nYears had passed with many strikes; fights and a war had started between the two. Neither side wanted to relent, and her father Regis was focused on bringing down the hierarchy. His intentions had been pure at the start but since he was considered the leader of this rebellion, he had become accustomed to the ease of everything. Food on the table, weapons and money all donated to this cause and it fed his greed. He hungered for more, but no one knew that side. Not yet. \n\nNow he had raised his daughter following his beliefs, ensuring that she bore just as much hatred for the higher ups as he did. He constantly twisted and manipulated her mind making her mother a martyr, ensuring that she believed it was their fault and that they had killed her mother and as Iris knew nothing else, she was left to believe such stories. Now being a young adult, she had trained herself to fight in this war, she could use a gun if needed but she much preferred being stealthy favouring a dagger. Using her size to her advantage and her skills in stealth she often gained information as leverage, but she had yet to kill someone, she had yet to have blood on her hands. \n\n_________________________________________________________________________________"
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Hours had passed and Harry had been in and out of dozing off in his chair, nothing had changed when it came to Iris she had stayed in the bed and what he could only assume was in and out of sleep. Though she had refused to eat lunch, the doctors had brought him some food which was great and thoughtful, but her food laid on the table untouched alongside a cup of water. A part of him had wanted to tell her to eat something but it wasn't his business and he knew he shouldn't be getting involved. It was just his kind tendency; he had a kind heart. \n\n\"Knock, knock.\"\n\nFrowning Harry glanced up as he heard a voice at the door, he wasn't expecting anyone, and the doctors weren't due. Shaking his head as he rose to his feet, he glanced at Iris seeing how she just stayed in the bed, this time however she was looking at the ceiling rather than the wall. Happy that she wouldn't just bolt, he doubted she could, but you couldn't underestimate these things he opened the door taking a step back when he saw Matthew stood there. \"Matthew. What are you doing here?\"\n\n\"Well, I seem to be missing a prisoner. One that could probably do with a last round of questioning. We need to push a little bit more about her… relationships\" Matthew sneered as he pushed his way into the room two soldiers following in behind him. \n\n\"Now wait just a minute. Jacob told you she won't be returning until tomorrow at the earliest.\" Harry commanded as he moved quickly stepping in front of Matthew stopping him from getting any further. \"You can't move her, you're not allowed, and you have no authority here.\"\n\n\"Ahhh, it seems maybe I was misinformed then? I mean. You have the authority to release her now. I'm sure she is stable enough; she looks fine to me.\" Matthew stated as he folded his arms glancing over Harrys shoulder at the girl, he had pushed too hard with questioning the night before. \n\nScoffing Harry shook his head as he frowned clearly not impressed, \"Matthew, you should stand down. I'm not authorising anything. The girl stays here for one more night. I'd quit whilst you're ahead. You almost killed someone for your prized information.\" \n\n\"Well I clearly didn't, look she is fine.\" Matthew spat as he waved his hand over to the girl on the bed, who had by now realised his voice and his presence. Nodding to his soldiers they edged forward only to be shut down by Harry once more with a stern look in his eye. \n\nIris never imagined hearing his voice again, it sent shivers down her spine as the voice reminded her of what happened. The questioning, the drug that had been a whole new level of pain. The fact she had revealed how she loved Caspain and she didn't want to delve into that more, she didn't want them to know about their feelings because it could get him into trouble. Curling up into a foetal position she closed her eyes trying to will it away, to stop her thoughts and black out his voice because it did strike fear in her. \n\n\"Leave. That's an order, or shall we add another strike to your record with disobeying yet another order from someone higher up than you.\" Harry kept his voice calm, but it was clear his tone carried some weight because Matthew hesitated before huffing over not getting his own way. \n\n\"Whatever I'll collect her first thing and we can resume my orders in the prison.\" Matthew stated shooting a gaze full of hatred towards the girl on the bed, he would be back. First thing in the morning to return her to the prison where he felt she belonged."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "As soon as Caspian was back inside the sanctuary of his bedroom, he gave Jay a call to let him know that he'd gotten the master key they needed. He had to keep his voice down low to make sure no one outside the room overheard him, but phoning his friend was safer than sending a text. He couldn't leave any trails whatsoever that he was involved in breaking Iris out of the hospital, and he knew that even deleted messages could be recovered with the security team's advanced software. By contrast, no one would know what they were talking about during a call unless they happened to be recorded while they were speaking.\n\nNot long after he hung up the phone, a maid stopped by to bring him his dinner, as was becoming the new norm for him while he was avoiding his father. Atlas hadn't tried to seek him out since the appointment with Dr. Foster, but he didn't want to risk running into the king in the kitchen. He still didn't know what to say or do around him when tensions were still running high, so it was easier to become a temporary recluse for now and put off the inevitable conversation and/or argument they needed to have for later.\n\nFor the rest of the evening, he stayed put in his room, passing the time by absentmindedly scrolling through social media pages and skimming any articles or blogs that came up that looked interesting to him. Every hour or so, he took a few minutes to exercise his right hand, which was steadily regaining mobility as the Accuparacin mended his broken wrist and reduced the swelling. However, in the back of his mind, he never stopped thinking about the operation. He was restless with anticipation as the time to leave grew nearer, mentally reviewing the plan to make sure that he didn't mess anything up when they got to the hospital. They were only going to have one shot to save Iris from being killed and prevent both of his friends from being arrested for trying to aid a criminal. The stakes had never been higher.\n\nAs the clock neared eight, he got up from his bed and went into his closet to change clothes. Since he'd been home for most of the day, he'd been dressed casually in sweats, but he needed to look like he was planning to spend the night out. He put on a polo and black jeans just as a maid came to the door to tell him that his friends had arrived to pick him up. \"I'll be out in a second,\" he called to her as he pulled the top down over his torso. Earlier that day, he'd fed the staff and guards the lie that he was going to a bar with Jay and Miles. They had bought it, and since his pain level had improved greatly from the morning to the afternoon, they hadn't tried to discourage him from going out.\n\nOnce he was dressed again and had put on a pair of shoes, he headed downstairs and out the front door, where his two friends were waiting in Jay's sleek, black Oracle Gen II. At the sight of the luxury car, Cas had to bite back a smirk. He was glad that the car-enthusiast had finally bought himself a model that he'd wanted for a long time, but he was certain that the flashy car had another purpose too.\n\n\"Get in, stranger; we're going clubbing!\" Miles called, popping his head out the passenger-side window and grinning at him eagerly. Even from a distance, the prince could hear the heavy thump of the subwoofers as Jay turned up the music inside the vehicle. He rolled his eyes amusedly and climbed into the back, ducking down carefully and leaning his weight on his right foot to avoid straining his injured leg with the motion. As soon as he closed the butterfly door behind him, Jay peeled out of the courtyard and drove for the highway.\n\n\"Sweet ride,\" Cas commented, raising his voice to a yell to be heard over the blaring music. Despite the seriousness of their reason for meeting that night, he couldn't help the grin that had taken over his lips. For a moment, it almost felt like just another night out, as if they were really going to a club to drink and dance and lose their senses like they used to before he'd been taken by the Scourge.\n\n\"Thanks!\" Jay called back. \"I figured we could take the sexiest car I own, so everyone knows we're at the club tonight.\"\n\nCas nodded, having already guessed his friend's idea. It was all for their alibi. They were going to make a noticeable entrance at one of the hottest bars near the center of the capital and park in a spot that was visible from the security cameras in the area. After going inside and spending about a half hour or so making sure plenty of people knew they were there, they would slip out the back and take Miles' car—which had already been parked in the alley behind the club—to the hospital. Later during the night, they would go back to the club and \"leave\" together in Jay's car, thus making it seem like they had been there the whole night.\n\n\"Did you bring the extra clothes?\" he asked loudly. Another part of their plan was that they were going to change shirts and put on baseball caps to hide their faces from the cameras at the hospital, so it would be hard for anyone to recognize them.\n\n\"They're in a duffle bag in my car,\" Miles yelled back, flashing him a thumbs-up.\n\n\"Perfect,\" Cas's grin broadened. \"Let's go clubbing.\""
}
] |
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{
"from": "system",
"value": "Age: Appears about 30 or so.\nAppearance:\n\nBio: Dharichar draws his unholy powers from the depths of the underworld, giving him strange magics. He lives to spread corruption and chaos, and drag others down to the underworld. The purer, the better.\nPowers: Pyromancy. Carnomancy. Necromancy. Power to summon lesser demons. Power to make a Devils Deal. (One wish, in exchange for one soul.)\nWeaknesses:Holy magics, paladins."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia smiles. This is incredible. Being a demon isn't that bad, huh?"
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Aside from everyone trying to do you in, yeah.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia chuckles. \"People always after you, huh? That would be nothing new for me.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He begins calling up some of his fiery magic, enjoying the heat racing though his veins."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia smiles at the heat."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He takes flight, orbiting around her head."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia smiles and laughs softly as she watches him and she flies on her own."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He begins gently looping in the air. \"Flying's one of the few things that brings me any measure of joy.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia smiles and flies around. \"I can see why.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He lands next to her body, which hasn't moved from her position, and she can see a mark hovering around her body, in a deeply complex language."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia opens her eyes and her mouth moves as she reads the mark, mouthing the translation."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "It seems to be a very long list, all but unpronounceable. \"Yeah, don't try reading that. It's the fine print from my bargain. That's just a small part of the Deal.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia recites the translation awkwardly but almost perfectly. \"Interesting fine print.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Yep. As I said, a Demon Deal is very strange and powerful.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"How long does this last?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"The Deal lasts until the terms are met, or until you die. The latter one is far more likely. This Mind Meld lasts until I release you from it.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia nods. \"Okay. Shouldn't we be going after the king?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Yes. Still need to find out where he is, and to retrieve some ranged weapon.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia nods. \"And when are we starting this mission?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He lands beside her body, and lightly taps her head to send her mind back. \"Now.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia blinks and her eyes refocus. She gets up on unsteady feet and nods. \"Good.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He spreads his wings, stretching them."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia stumbles and straightens, shaking out her limbs."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He nods. \"Yeah, it takes a bit before you get reoriented.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Thank you for the warning,\" Cesidia rolls her eyes."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He shrugs, his tail whipping about."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia sighs with a frown. \"So how are we going to find him?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"I could summon a few scouts, but I doubt you'd approve.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia raises an eyebrow and she hides her smile. \"You care what I think?\" She shrugs. \"No matter, if it will speed this painfully long mission up, then so be it.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He shrugs. \"You'd complain about it if I didn't mention it.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia raises an eyebrow. \"Wow, you really don't know me. Go ahead and do your thing.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He chuckles. \"Yeah, about that. I'll need some blood to work the spell.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia rolls her eyes. \"How much?\" She picks up a sharp rock and slices her hand open."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He twists his hand, and the blood is drawn from her hand.....and keeps going. She feels weaker every second. \"Oh, just nearly enough to kill you. That's all.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"No. No! You said I'd kill him! You thieving bastard!\" Cesidia growls and struggles to keep standing."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He smiles, and stops pulling on her blood, just before she loses conciseness. \"You noticed?\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Of course I noticed, you damn jerk!\" Cesidia stumbles and collapses. \"Did you even need my blood?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Yes.\" He wraps it around his hand. \"You've never been with anyone, have you?\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia blushes and crosses her arms. \"I don't see what that's got to do with anything.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Because that means that the blood will be that much more effective.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia frowns, blushing. \"If I uh... slept with someone?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"However you want to phrase it, but yes.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia blushes even deeper. \"Unfortunately for you, I've never had the chance.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He shrugs. \"In that case, it's much more useful, but for other spells.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia crosses her arms, blushing deeply. \"Could we talk about something else now? Like why you need blood?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Because you need blood to use blood magic.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia sighs. \"Okay, let me rephrase. Why you said I wouldn't approve of this spell.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "The blood forms into a small pentagram over his hand, and begins glowing. \"I'm summoning more demons.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia raises en eyebrow. \"You can do that?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Yes. Of course, I can only summon small ones. Imps and the like.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia looks around for small demons. \"So they're going to be scouts?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "A tiny rift forms over the circle on his hand, and a few tiny, black, winged demons fly out, and dart after her."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia watches them in curiosity, even as they go after her."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "They land on her, and chatter incoherently, sniffing her."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia sits patiently as they sniff her. \"Do they do this to every human?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"No. Normally, they just eat humans. They can smell my mark on you.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia blushes faintly and clears her throat. \"The Deal's mark?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Yep. Look at your hand.\" He snaps, and a tight arcane ring spirals out behind him, the same one appearing on her hand like a tattoo, though much smaller."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia looks at her hand, her blush ebbing away."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He chuckles. \"Among other things, of course.\" He licks his lips without realizing it."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "\"Other things?\" Cesidia blushes when she looks up to see him licking his lips."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He shrugs, his wings making the moment somewhat awkward. \"It can....change, depending on how you feel about me, and the Underworld in general.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia blushes faintly and looks at her hand. \"Has it changed?\" She looks behind herself. \"And what are you looking at that's so delicious?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He smiles, his teeth hidden. \"I have a feeling you know. You just want me to say it.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia crosses her arms and looks him in the eye. \"I do want you to say it because no I don't know the answer.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He chuckles. \"You, of course.\" His eyes glow strangely, more white then their normal, fiery red."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia blushes and gasps softly. \"I- I thought you didn't like mortals like that.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He shrugs. \"I never have. But you're....different. I can't put my finger on it.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia huffs softly with a soft smile. \"I suppose this is a first for both of us then. I can't exactly say I've fallen for someone like you before if I am to be honest. Hmm...\" she sighs. \"If you were to make me a demon, would that be an alternative to collecting my soul on your end of the bargain?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He shrugs. \"I'm....not sure. Devils don't have souls of our own.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia frowns then sighs. \"Do you control your terms? What you get out of the deal, or is it specifically for souls?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"I could, but the more things I add, the less of a change they'll agree. 'It takes two men to make a Deal. A desperate man and a winner.' That's an old saying.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia smiles faintly. \"It started off with me as the desperate one, but in this situation wouldn't we both be... both?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He rubs his horns, thinking. \"In a sense, but you agreed to it so I would help your kingdom. I offered it, because I want and need mortal souls. I can see how they would both apply to me, but I'm not seeing many ways for you to be a 'winner'. Logically anyway. But in the terms of relationship.....I don't know. Never had one with a mortal before.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia blushes and sighs. \"Do you know why I want to be a demon?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"I'm not positive. But I might.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia crosses her arms with an amused smirk. \"Take a stab at it.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Because I am.\" He flaps his wings."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia smiles faintly. \"Something like that. Okay well let's get those scouts out there.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He twists his hand into a claw, and the scouts fly off, heading for the goblin camp. He chuckles. \"This is....a most unusual turn of events.\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia smiles softly. \"Understatement. Gross understatement. I never intended to find anyone. Ever,\" she admits with a one-shoulder shrug."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"You didn't have an interest in it, or you never thought someone would fall for you?\" He begins spooling out a rope of fire like a string."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia shrugs. \"Both. I suppose one led to the other though. I never thought someone could fall for me, not for my status or..\" she blushes faintly and looks away. \"I've been told I'm beautiful,\" she huffs. \"Anyway, because i thought no one would fall for who I am, I lost interest.\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "\"Or....what?\" He smiles slightly. \"I'm the same way. I never had any interest in mortals, because what mortal would want a devil as a companion? There are those who'd have a child with one, true, but to stay with one?\""
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia blushes furiously when he mentions having children with a demon. She smiles softly and before she can think twice she gently kisses his cheek. \"I want to stay with you,\" she says quietly."
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "His skin is warm, and feels strangely rough, like leather or scale. He smiles. \"I think that sounds....nice.\" He spreads his massive wings."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Cesidia smiles. \"Good. I wasn't exactly going to ask for your permission, but I'm glad your on board. I'm in love, but I'm not a creep.\" She turns away, part of her praying he didn't catch what she'd just admitted. \"When are those scouts supposed to come back?\""
},
{
"from": "gpt",
"value": "He looks at the sky, watching. \"When I call for them.\" He smiles. \"You are?\""
}
] |
[
{
"from": "system",
"value": "Genre: Medieval Post Apocalypse\nAge: 19\nHair: brown, hip-length, wavy, course\nEye color: brown\nHeight: 5'5\nHistory: Formerly, Quill was the Duchess of Siena, betrothed for a period of almost three years to Duke Gregory. However, when her husband was found stabbed to death in their bed, Quill was charged with murder and stripped of her title. She was placed in a prison cell in the king's castle to await her execution a month before the plague struck."
},
{
"from": "human",
"value": "Lannis Tyrel\n\n\"...and wasn't it you who said I needed peace...\"\n \n The only survivor. \n\nThe city was full of dead men. The putrid corpses of friends and neighbors were everywhere. At first, they had attempted burials, but quickly the need overwhelmed the able, and soon they had to settle for mass funeral pyres outside the city. Eventually, as the plague continued, even that effort became unsustainable and the bodies of the dead simply lay where they fell. Lannis was just a young man, a man grown to be sure, but in so many ways a boy still. His father had died early with the illness, and his mother soon after. He had had brothers, but through grief or some other affliction, possibly the very same that had taken the others… they had been a part of the last pyre, one that he had lit himself. Now seemed nothing lived on the city but himself, and the flies. \n\nAt first, he was too frightened to leave his home. He took the first day as though it were any other since his folks passed. He woke with the sunrise, milled grain into flour for a few hours until he had worked up an appetite for breakfast. He'd told himself that there would be survivors coming today, and he would have an ample supply of flour to sell them for their bread. It had been folly, because nobody came. The next day, he ventured outside and was immediately driven back into his home by what he saw. The bodies were everywhere. They lay in the streets, against fence posts or on the stoops of buildings. Old man Holland looked as though he slept in his hayloft, pitchfork still clasped in his hands, while the famed, drunken Ser Jorn Highwall galloped around town on a frothing mare, his limp body held in place by a thick rope tied around his waist and legs. \n\nThe days came, and the days went, and nobody came. Silence greeted him in the morning, and silence sang him its deafening lullaby at night, with the buzzing of fly's wings the only break between, that or the sounds he made while out and about. A few days ago, he'd even taken to talking to himself, just to remember what it sounded like to hear a voice that wasn't inside his head. With each passing day, he grew more adventurous, less concerned with the dead. A week ago, he broke into the meat shed of the butcher, where the old man was known to hang his salted hams for storage, and seeing as how the old man was dead in his bed, he felt it was ok for him to help himself. He took a ham, a wheel of cheese he found still rolled up tightly in it's cloth, and when he returned home, milled himself some flour for bread. He borrowed books from the Church's library, though he couldn't read, he did enjoy looking at the illustrations, imaging just what it had all been about. Sometimes he pretended he could read, and made the story up as he went, but eventually, he grew bored with the practice, and left the books in a pile. \n\nIt was last night, while he lie away in his bed, under his new blanket he took out of the seamstress's shop up the road, that he thought about leaving his home. The kingdom seemed to be dead, nobody has stirred this whole while, that he could see… hell, even the castle was still and quiet. \n\n\"and if the King's dead, and all the people are dead, then by the King's law, all lands are passed down through blood or marriage to the last survivor. Though I don't know the whole of it, it must mean that now, I am king.. seeing as how someway, it has to all lead back to me, right?\" \n\nNobody answered to tell him not, so he nodded to himself, affirmed in his own logic, and went to sleep that night dreaming of his new found status as a royal. The next morning he was up and dressed in a pair of new britches and a tunic of azure and crimson, fashioned in the way of the wealthy merchants. His boots were one he had found off a man a few streets over, good, quality boots. \"Good enough for a king, eh?\" He chuckled to himself, and before the house was turned, Lannis found himself sitting on his throne, legs crossed and the royal crown perched upon his dirty brown hair. \n\nEmptiness forced him to abandon the throne room after only a few mock trials in which he found the mason's boys guilt of being prats and ordered them beheaded, and he took to exploring the castle. Sadly, though not unexpectedly, Lannis found the castle in the same condition as was the city. The dead lay as they had fallen, and inspite of his royal claims, seems that only the flies ruled here. At length, his search of the castle turned up the dungeons. \n\nHe stood at the top of a dark stairway, looking down into the deep darkness, sure to himself that nobody would be left alive down there. The darkness was deep, daunting. Something about the place seemed to make the darkness more frightening, as though by virtue of it being a dungeon, the darkness was possessed with some otherworldly abilities. The chill it gave him was nonsense, and to prove it to himself, Lannis took down the curved stairwell into the darkness. \n\nLannis stopped when he heard the noise, the first unnatural noise he had heard in weeks, at least, the first he hadn't made himself. Fears forgotten, concern forgotten, Lannis raced down the remainder of stairs towards the noise. It wasn't until he was halfway down a corridor lined with heavy wooden door set with iron bars, that he even though to call out. When he did, his voice was loud, excited. \n\n\"Is someone there!?\" he called, looking around him, hearing his voice echo on the emptiness of the cells. This was a terrible place, cold and dark. How someone could be here, Lannis had no idea. Alone, with nothing but iron and wood. It would have driven Lannis mad. But it didn't matter to him. He could only hope that he had heard what he thought he'd heard, a survivor like himself. \n\n\"Please, are you there?\" He called out again."
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"value": "This wasn't how it was supposed to end, thought Quill. Her head was full of a dull buzzing, and even though she'd pillowed her sunken cheek on her arm, the world spun around her again and again and again. Still, her fingers gripped the underside of the door, pulling on it over and over to make it clank, metal-to-metal, against the frame. Relentless. She'd always been relentless. The sound would be her final act. She'd leave the dead, empty world, the last human to make a sound. Clank, clank, clank.\n\nHer eyes closed. Sleep would overcome her soon, though she fought it. She'd die in her sleep--one of the few peaceful moments of her life.\n\nA sound snapped her out of her buzzing stupor. Quill's head lifted inches off her arm from where she was sprawled on the cold, dirty floor. It was all she could manage. Had she imagined the sound? She listened hard and heard nothing. And then--there it was again.\n\n\"Please, are you there?\"\n\nSomeone was in the hallway. Her heart jolted in surprise. She'd been so sure she was the last one left and that she'd die there, locked in her cell with no way to escape. But no, she was wrong. Maybe only those in the castle had died! Maybe there was life out there still! And someone was in the dungeon, a man, and he could save her, perhaps. Maybe he'd free her. Maybe he'd take pity. Quill clanged the door harder, trying to draw him nearer. She tried to speak, but only a rasp came out, barely audible even to her own ears.\n\nIf he finds out why I'm here, he'll never help me, Quill realized. Society reviled murderers, regardless of the circumstances, and the Duke had been beloved. He'd given money to the needy, visited monasteries, and charmed the lords and ladies of the court. If whoever was down there learned who she was, he'd gladly leave her there to die.\n\nSo I'll become someone new, she decided. She'd shake off her identity, much as she'd shake off the dust and dirt covering her, and she'd be reborn as someone new. \n\n\"I'm here,\" she tried to call, but her mouth was so dry the words made her cough. Still, she didn't give up. \"I'm alive!\""
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"value": "Lannis Tyrel\n\n\"...and wasn't it you who said I needed peace...\"\n \nIt was her sounds, more than it was her voice, that alerted him to her presence; the heavy metallic sound of the door catching, and the rasping cough, drew him. Quickly, his eyes scanned around the room, finding pitched torches standing unused in a corner of the room, but the brazier that had been with them was out, as cold as though it had never been lit. The corridor was dark, and little to no light fell into the prison from outside sources. She was ensconced in darkness darker than night, and stepping into that gave Lannis a chill as though the touch of the dead had brushed the back of his neck. \n\n\"I hear you, I'm coming,\" He spoke, without thought of who this person was, or why they had been put into this place in the first place. His excitement at finding someone alive overrode all other sense of self preservation and caution. He simply didn't think whomever it was would actually attempt to hurt him. The trouble was, he couldn't see. The sounds told him that the door was locked, and Lannis didn't have a set of jailer's keys, or know where to look for one. \n\n\"Keeper rattling the door,\" He spoke, wanting to use the sound as a guide, while his eyes groped the darkness immediately around him, in search of either a source of light, or a set of keys, or anything useful. A few steps and his foot kicked up against a hard wooden surface, and his groping hands gave the impression of a flat topped desk or table of some sort. He felt parchments, the feel of melted wax long dried. His fingers stained as he knocked over an ink well, but he gave it all no mind, failing to feel anything metallic that could be used to strike to light one of the torches, or anything he could use for the door. \n\n\"Do you know where the keys are… or where the jailer lives? Perhaps he has them on him?\" Lannis was thinking aloud now, unsure if the prisoner could even hear him, unsure if they could even talk, and in truth, he doubted the reality of their existence. Perhaps the whole thing was his mind's trick on him, like the way he thought he saw old man Potter blink before he took that silver crown out from beneath the set of towels on the counter a few days ago. He didn't know if the money would be useful anymore, but he figured he'd have more use of it than the old man."
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"value": "Quill wedged her fingers beneath the bars of the door, grasping for freedom she couldn't reach. It was so close now... She realized that the air inside her dirty cell was suffocating her, and she needed the air out in that corridor where another survivor walked, rifling through things, making sounds. She needed that cool, clean air.\n\nHe asked where the keys were and her eyes shut, squeezing, pinching closed.\n\n\"No....\"\n\nShe had no idea.\n\n\"They always... There was always a guard with--\" She stopped, trying to swallow and clear her throat. He needed to hear her, but her voice was so weak. \"--with keys... on a ring. A large ring... They must leave it here,\" she reasoned. \"Surely they don't take it home. Please,\" she pleaded. \"Please find it. Get me out of here. I haven't... water....\"\n\nShe lowered her cheek back down to the dirty stones, exhausted from speaking. Everything ached, yet this was her chance. Her entire life rested in the hands of the man on the other side of her cell. \"Don't let me die here.\""
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"value": "Nickname(Optional): June Bug\n\nAge: 33\n\nGender: Female\n\nPhysical Appearance: Sayeeda is a medium sized woman of middle eastern extraction. She has the wiry build of a swimmer or long distance runner. Her eyes are dark and almond shaped and focus slightly beyond the horizon most of the time. Sayeeda keeps her hair just longer than a buzz cut in order to facilitate wearing her helmet. She has a large tattoo of several owls in flight on her right shoulder. Sayeeda does have feminine curves but her breasts are on the smaller size of average and she does very little to emphasize her gender.\n\nClothing: Camo pants and a tank top are her civilian dress. She wears a ceramic breastplate if she is expecting trouble and also has a commo helmet which she uses in battle and for technical tasks.\n\nPersonality: Sayeeda is a former mercenary soldier and has a fairly relaxed view towards life. Anything and anyone not currently shooting at her is the second priority. She is very tightly wound when it comes to people doing what she expects them too in dangerous situations and she is extremely punctilious when it comes to fulfilling any sort of formal contract."
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"value": "Sayeeda didn't much like funerals. In theory Andor's Armored had always tried to recover the bodies of fallen troopers for proper interment. That wasn't always practical. She had too many memories of manhandling the bodies of fallen comrades over the side of the fighting vehicle during an engagement or coughing as she breathed in the finally dispersed vapor of plasma torn troopers. As the captain of the Highlander however it was proper that she was present as the three soldiers who had died of their wounds were loaded into the airlock and jettisoned into the roiling tide of RIP space. \n\nAiden, having shed his armor in favor of what she could only assume were the most subdued clothes Neil had ever owned, spoke a few solem words and then dismissed the gathering. Three more of his men were critically wounded but had been saved by virtue of putting them in stasis within their three theoretically functional cryo pods. It was axiomatic that if a soldier could reach advanced medical care he would survive, modern medicine didn't lose too many people who got to a surgery while still breathing. Several other men were due long sessions with the autodoc but would emerge none the worse for wear.\n\nWhen the formalities were done Almaric's advisor, the grizzled old sergeant, invited them to conference with the Prince. The cockpit was chosen by virtue of being the only large space that could be isolated from the surviving troops. Several of his hangers on tried to join the meeting but the lack of space and a stern glare from the sergeant were enough to dissuade them.\n\n\"Firstly I would like to thank you again for saving my life and those of my men,\" Aiden began with a grateful nod at the Highlander crew. Out of his armor he was a surprisingly impressive man, he clearly spent a good deal of time out door or else worked hard to maintain his physique. That wasn't Sayeeda's usual impression of aristocrats, they tended to let themselves go as far as their egos would permit.\n\n\"I would like to offer you a suitable reward as soon as I return to *BLANK*,\" he went on grandly.\n\n\"Well we will be happy to accept your gratitude,\" Junebug commented drly, having gained the distinct impression she was interrupting a rehearsed speech. Aiden turned his dazzlingly white smile upon her with an engaging nod. She could see why Taya was smitten with him.\n\n\"I would also like to discuss chartering this vessel… The Highlander is it? Direct to *Blank*, I will compensate you for your lost cargo but it is impressive I return home immediately,\" the prince declared with surprising earnestness. The old sergeant was nodding his approval of this course of action.\n\n\"Surely you would be more comfortable on a proper passenger vessel…\" Sayeeda began to object but Aiden was shaking his head even as she began the objection.\n\n\"Comfort is an irrelevance Mistress Cykali…\"\n\n\"Captain,\" Junebug corrected.\n\n\"Captain Cykali,\" he finished with an apologetic bow of his head.\n\n\"You see the story of how my vessel came to be wrecked on *BLANK* is a complicated one.\"\n\n\"It is treason sire, call a spade a bloody entrenching tool,\" the old solider grumped earning a slightly pained glance from his principle. Aiden spread his hands and leaned back against the viewport.\n\n\"I have something of a reputation as a scholar of the Ancients,\" Aiden went on, unconsciously his eyes flicked to Neil's tattoo before returning to the group. That showed a surprising degree of observational skill given the crisis they had just come through.\n\n\"I was on my way to view the ruins on Hue 326 when I decided to stop and investigate the rumors of uncharted Ancient sites on *BLANK*. We had almost landed when an explosion tore out half our engineering section and the ship crash landed.\" Sayeeda let out a low whistle and Taya gave her a questioning look.\n\n\"According to the charts Hue 326 is another week or week and a half away,\" she explained.\n\n\"If he hadn't come out of the RIP…\"\n\n\"My ship would have vanished forever and no one but the plotters would know what had become of me,\" Aiden concluded, his face hardening for the first time into something beyond a jovial aristocrat."
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"value": "\"Or the rest of your crew,\" Neil completed for him, his nod toward the Sergeant and the Councilmen was sympathetic. The Prince cleared his throat, but nodded in agreement, accepting the criticism. Neil knew the Prince obviously cared about his crew, or at least Neil had that impression. But he still had to voice it and remind the Prince. He wondered what Amalric would think of Neil as a former planetary insurgent and known criminal. Technically rebelling against Fortus law was rebelling against Imperial Law. \n\nGood thing they were very far away from that system. \n\n\"What were you to look for on Hue 326?\" Taya asked, her interest of the subject plain, though it was obvious the Prince also had something to do with it. For his part, the handsome aristocrat smiled at her question, and she practically melted under his gaze, though he didn't seem to notice.\n\n\"Literary sources tell of a planet where the birth of the ancients occurred.\" He explained. \"An Eden of their civilization. It's...there are many planets that are possible candidates. This was one I felt was correct due to the alignment of the systems in one of the old maps I've found, but then again it could have been a barren rock. We'll return after we refuel and resupply, once we get these men home.\" \n\n\"My prince.\" The councilmen pipped in, and though it was a subservient request for his attention, the elder did have a scolding look about him. \"You do know that soon you will ascend to the throne? You need to prepare.\" \n\nAiden let out a sigh, nodding. \"Yes, Ranald I realize.\" He acqueised. \"We'll see what the future holds, yes? Speaking of which, I would be honored if you and your crew would deign to stick around once we make it to our homeworld. If your business is not too pressing. I would be summarily crucified if my saviors were not shown to my family and some of the public. Perhaps if it was too late in the R.I.P. season, it would be a place to rest?\""
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"value": "Neil and Sayeeda exhanged glances. She hadn't heard of Dar'monad but logically it had to lay ahead of them or she would have seen it while searching for destinations on previous legs of the journey. The profit margin on the cola they had been hauling had been slight even before they had let a score of shell shocked soldiers trample all over it. They seemed to come to a mutual decision.\n\n\"Alright, we can shape course for Dar'monad,\" Sayeeda agreed with a professional smile.\n\n______________________________________\n\nNeil was taking his watch on the bridge when Aiden unexpectedly clambered up the ladder. For once the noble didn't have any of his entourage with him. It was what passed for the night cycle on the Highlander although Junebug was notoriously ambivalent to things like sleep patterns. There was a quiet hum of electronics lit mostly by the roiling golden fire of this portion of the RIP through the main view screen.\n\n\"Ah Mr Edwards,\" the Prince began his gaze sweeping the cockpit to make sure they were alone.\n\n\"I was hoping to have a chance to speak with you privately. A remarkable ship and a strangely assorted crew yet all the Captain will give me are vague monosyllabic responses. You are both former military yes?\""
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"value": "Neil had been merely relaxing, his eyes having grown somewhat heavy. Usually he was a late kinda guy, but that last bump on the head really had thrown him for a loop. The young pilot had propped the chair back and had taken the time to recline comfortably when the Prince arrived and stole his attention. \n\n\"Ah, Prince Aiden. How goes it?\" \n\nThe heir smiled, not used to being so informal, though he clearly didn't mind. He continued with his line of questioning, and Neil spun his chair around, considering why he was curious. After a moment, he supposed he didn't care too much. What would be the harm in telling him, anyway. They were heroes. \n\n\"Yes. The Captain's been fighting a few years longer than I have, but I've seen my share of professional action.\" Neil admitted. \n\n\"She seems a remarkable woman,\" Aiden confided, continuing before Neil could have a reaction to that. \"Did you serve together?\" \n\n\"No, I served on my home planet of Fortus. Sayeeda's been all over the place. I couldn't rightly give an accurate number of worlds, but she's fought on more than most people have probably been on.\" Neil said. \"I did most of my travel after being discharged. Now we just get by best we can.\" \n\n\"What is the young girl's name? Taya?\" Neil nodded. The Prince gave a small smile as if he had a very amusing thought. \"She seems quite intelligent, though a bit out of place on this ship.\" \n\n\"I think we're all in agreement on that, but we like having her. If you want to know more about her, I'm sure she'd love to talk to you about it.\" Neil chuckled, and he took a sip of the cola he'd had next to him. The Prince idly gazed at the cockpit's inner workings as he continued, eyes following the row of knobs that indicated the thrusters. \"You know I've been looking for contractors to perform some work for me. I cannot confide the details at the moment, but needless yo say I'm impressed by the ship. Captain Cykali tells me you're a fine pilot.\" \n\n\"Thank you, your highness.\" \n\n\"By the way...\" He asked, casually pipping the question within the conversation. \"Where did you get that marking on your hand?\" \n\n\"My first job aboard the Highlander. One of the locals gave it to me. I decided to keep it. Cool tat, right?\""
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"value": "Rank: Spartan. Lieutenant prior to the end of the Human-Covenant war.\n\nSpecies: Human (Spartan III)\n\nAppearance: Generation 2 Mjolnir Armor, colored black with a dark-tinted visor. (I can look up the exact details of his accessories from the MCC gear list.)\n\nSkills: Excellent sniper, although as with all Spartans, Ben is trained in the use of most if not all UNSC equipment. \n\nPreferred Weapons: SRS99-S5 AM sniper rifle, Covenant sniper weapons (when available), M319 grenade launcher.\n\nBackground: Entered service in 2545, having been born on the planet [Censored]. As with all Spartan-IIIs, Ben was orphaned at a young age when the Covenant attacked his planet, glassing the surface. Early on, he was singled out for his skills as a sniper, along with extreme levels of loyalty and a willingness to carry out any order given to him, even those which required him to turn of his own friends and allies. As such, Ben was assigned to the Spartan-III Security operations group, an organization so secretive, even other Spartans weren't made aware of it.\n\nAs part of Sec Ops, Ben was nominally a part of Beta company for some years, switching to Alpha and Gamma on occasion. He achieved an exemplary number of kills and was never part of a failed mission. As such, he advanced to the commissioned ranks quickly, becoming a lieutenant by the year 2552. None of the other Spartans knew that he was part of Security Operations, or what his real missions were, for while he still had the same objectives on each mission as the rest of the team he was assigned to, his real goal was to keep the other Spartans in line, report any dissent, and execute any member of the Spartan program who displayed treasonous behavior, cowardice, or put UNSC security at unnecessary risk. His authority for execution also extended as far as the normal UNSC military forces, a fact kept well off the books. It also extended to witnesses to any event which if reported, could jeopardize the political or military aims of the UNSC.\n\nAfter the end of the Human-Covenant war, Security Operations was reformed into Epsilon company, and retroactively given all of the trappings of a normal UNSC Spartan-III company as if it had been active since the start of the Spartan-III program. Now that the Spartan-IV program has begun, no more members of Epsilon are being added, and members of the company are often combined or sent to participate in larger groups which are formed as the situation demands."
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"value": "Spartan Lucas Ryker\n\nMaking the medic the Team Lead...alright, well, seen stranger things in my life. Lucas hadn't spoken again over the course of the briefing, choosing instead to absorb the information about the mission and only whistling quietly when Shih gave them a holographic look at the sheer size of Sarcophagus. The SPARTAN-IV had been on several missions both inside and on the surface of that Forerunner dome and it always amazed him that they'd pulled off getting it built before originally firing the rings. With the briefing finishing shortly after, and after reassurances that the Flood weren't present within the installation, which Ryker wasn't sure if he believed or not, the team was dismissed with the naming of Aviza as Fire Team Leader. He had no reason to delay heading to the Falcon other than to let the Mgalekgolo get on first.\n\nThe Pelican ride was quiet, as no one yet wanted to break the social ice, but then he couldn't say he was surprised. Aviza was likely mentally preparing herself to be in charge in the upcoming mission, the other two Spartans likely SPARTAN-IIIs and weren't keen on conversation anyways and the former Black Ops operative wanted nothing to do with the pair of ONI spooks unless he absolutely had to, he'd left ONI for valid reasons and he wasn't about to answer questions about his past with the Office of Naval Intelligence from people who didn't need to know.\n\nSo while they were in transit between the landing pad the Pelican had started on and the UNSC Chorus of Thunder, he simply enjoyed the view. He had decided that he would learn the most about their Swords allies once they had all settled in on the Heavy Cruiser and were able to get some training together in. [i]Actually...they had the module installed already, so maybe we CAN get some training in, perhaps some one on one custom games or something. At the very least, I'm gonna run some combat sims, keep acclimating to this dagger that a Spec Ops Sangheili had given him after a few missions together. Her name was Comi'Masam, one of the leaders for a Swords of Sangheilios Spec Ops squad operating in another part of the Arm of Orion. His previous fire team, Regis, had worked in tandem with them for several months shutting down a series of Covenant Remnant operations and cells. During that time, she'd helped him improve his skill as an assassin and with the twin energy daggers he used and before he'd left, had gifted him a more traditional energy dagger to aid in completing his missions with Aegis team.\n\nWhile romantic attraction wasn't his cup of tea, the Sangheili female had earned his trust in a way no one since he'd joined ONI had and he considered her a close friend. When Spartan Ops had asked for recommendations for Aegis from his previous post, they had been somewhat surprised that her name was the one he'd put forwards. When asked why he didn't put forwards other members from Regis Team, his answer had been simple. \"These are war vets who fought the Covenant for nearly two decades before the War ended. Most of them could barely stand the Spec Ops team and that was a series of joint operations. Asking them to have to take orders from one of them on occasion?\" SPARTAN Ops had let the issue lie and said they'd talk with the Swords.\n\nAs he felt the Pelican begin to settle down on the hangar deck aboard the Chorus, the SPARTAN-IV flexed his wrist experimentally, igniting the blade of the dagger. \"Never get tired of that...\" He gave a couple of small swings and thrusts with it before he deactivated it and looked around as the loading ramp lowered. Aviza was first off and headed to the Mess Hall, leaving an open invitation for the others to join her if they wished, but Lucas was sticking to his plan.\n\n\"Right, well, you have fun with that Fire Team Leader. I'm heading to the War Games module, get some training in before the mission starts. Gotta get adjusted to some newer equipment and it never hurts to stay sharp.\""
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"value": "Vael 'Virisusai\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nVael took a brief moment to review his map of the ship. It was detailed to the extent that it showed him the path to each place he would need to go as a passenger. The cruiser was of comparable size to a CCS-class battlecruiser, though somewhat smaller. Regardless, he doubted he would have need to see most of it. \n\nBriefly, Vael considered simply waiting in the quarters he had been given until they arrived. Provided what the Captain had said was true, everything that he was bringing with him was already in his quarters, aside from his weapons. He had multiple sets of armor with him, including the one he was wearing, another environmentally-sealed combat harness, and another that he kept for…sentimental reasons. Checking over his equipment was an option, but ultimately, he felt that the time he had could be used more productively. These \"War Games\" did have Vael's interest. From what he understood, they could simulate combat situations with surprising accuracy. He was skeptical that it could truly compare to battle itself, but he could see its value in training. Several of the others seemed to intend to use the simulator while they could, but while Vael did want to see his team in combat, he decided that it was important that he take some time to speak with Spartan Aviza. She was the Fireteam Leader for their mission, but they were both leaders of this team, and it was their responsibility to ensure they guided their team efficiently.\n\nVael gave a brief glance to Spartan Ryker. He appeared to have integrated an energy dagger into his armor. The Humans had began integrating reverse-engineered Covenant technology into their own, though in this case, it appeared to be an energy dagger taken from a Sangheili harness and integrated into his own. While Sangheili did place special importance on the energy sword, a simple dagger did not carry the same cultural weight. Though, it was his opinion that the Spartan embarrassed himself by swinging it around like a child playing with a knife. \n\nIn any case, Vael put away his data pad and followed after Aviza. He remained wordless at first, but did eventually turn his head down towards her as he walked alongside her. \"We should speak about our team, Spartan. I fear it shall be to our detriment that we will not have the chance to train sufficiently as a unit before this mission.\""
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"value": "Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker\n// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery //\n\nHearing the good news that it was unlikely that he would have to face off against any of the parasite relived him. Did that mean that he still didn't have to worry? Not really but at least he could relax a little. It would seem the first phase of their mission would be recon then move into search and destroy with the possibility of all out combat with the brutes. Grikgar could only hope he could get the opportunity to rally the other Unggoy with the brutes to fight against them. Still if they didn't, he had no problem killing all of them.\n\nThe captain and the others seemed rather interested and in a hurry to get off planet. He couldn't blame them really he was also excited to get back into the thick of it. Boarding the pelican and finding an uncomfortable spot next to the Spartan that called himself Ben. A rather bumpy and quiet ride for the most part, Grikgar was happily bobbing his head from side to side listening to some human music he was sure was loud enough to be heard through his helmet. Grik didn't care, this whole experience was exciting to him. \n\nIt wasn't too much longer and they had landed, the Spartan Aviza was the first off the pelican but didn't seem to be in as much of a hurry as the other two humans. He was unsure exactly why they were with them but o well, humans are weird. A simple map of the ship displayed briefly on his visor with a small point that marked where he was and another that marked his room. The design of the ship was strange and the exterior of the ship matched the interior, all these human ships lacked color and design. Every ship in the former covenant was a work of art in shape and color. However, he figured it was a luxury the humans couldn't afford.\n\nThe female Spartan spoke up again, something about a mess hall and food. Food was definitely something he could get behind. He was unsure of the mess hall though, \"Why do Spartans eat in a messy hall?\" he asked not really speaking to anyone in general. The Unggoy almost happily waddling slowly behind his commander as he followed them out of the pelican and down the corridor towards the messy hall."
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"value": "Ben made a bit of room for Grikgar, something he wouldn't have normally done for another Spartan unless he was outranked, and even then, not always. He walked with the Unggoy, finding that he strangely didn't mind the alien, despite having put countless bullets into the heads of Grik's fellow Grunts during the war. And plasma blasts. And grenades. And Ben had beaten more than a few Grunts to death with his weapon, including some which were asleep at the time. \n\n\"It's just a name. We prefer to keep it very clean. Take care you don't leave any footprints on the floors. They didn't take Unggoy equipment into account when building it. Also, I'm not entirely sure they'll have food you can eat in the mess hall itself, but they should have brought some food for you aboard the ship. You can have whatever you want, I suppose, just try not to make a mess, please.\" Without saying another word, he activated Phong and then let the AI figure out what he needed to know. Even when turned \"off\", Phong still recorded every word Ben spoke within range of his helmet's microphone, and would have deduced that he wanted to know if there was anything an Unggoy could consume in the mess hall. Even a dumb AI had deductive capacities, after all. \n\n\"My files on Unggoy anatomy are extensive, yet details are somewhat sparse on the workings on their digestive systems. Still, there should be no problem if an Unggoy ingests most human beverages, and they should be able to digest human foods with a liquid base such as soup. Would you like to see a list of possible allergens, or a list of foodstuffs native to-?\" It was almost like a father having to vet a cafeteria for his son. Ben turned Phong \"off\" once more mid-sentence, insofar as such a setting was honestly labeled. \n\n\"When we're done eating, I'll head to the AR deck for training. I don't know what they had in the Covenant, but it's probably not the same thing.\" It dawned on Ben that the Covenant might very well have had more advanced training decks and that this could very well be a downgrade in Grikgar's eyes."
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"value": "Age: \n28\n\nGender: \nFemale\n\nRace: \nHuman\n\nNationality: \nOrlesian \n\nGroup Affiliation: \nInquisition\n\nOccupation: \nBard (Assassin)\n\nEquipment/Weapons: \nErika has a balanced longbow with an ice enchantment and her quiver of bows that sits comfortably on her back. At her side, a satchel sways slightly with her gait, it's contents vary from day to day. On her hip is a leather sheath, within it lies a silver dagger, ornate with Ferelden engravings. \n\nBio: \nErika was born in Orlais, though she never grew up to live a prestigious life as most do in the empire. The endless balls, parties, dinners, and formals were never Erika's form of entertainment, though being the daughter of two Fereldan merchants didn't leave much room for extravagant outings anyways. Instead, she spent her younger years with her older brother, aiding their parents with their shops and managing their goods. Her father was a weapons merchant, which up until the start of the civil war, brought in mediocre revenue. On the other hand, her mother played right into the Orlesian aristocrat's hands (and coin purses), by selling them beautiful and ornate garments and accessories. Her mother's business made up for her father's lack thereof, so the four were able to live a comfortable life. \n\nAs Erika got older, she grew bored of the merchant life. Sure, the trips the family would take into Val Royeaux for the market were exciting, but not nearly enough for a teen with a wandering soul. When her older brother left to join the Templars, Erika was truly left alone to suffer an unfulfilling life. This led Erika to grow resentful of the big whigs in Val Royeaux who pranced around without a care in the world, money flaunting everywhere while other people, like her parents, were left to work a hard life just to get by. \n\nOn her eighteenth birthday, Erika finally got the nerve to tell her parents that she was leaving Orlais to travel, first to Ferelden to see the place where her parents were born and raised. She was met with protest, but eventually, even they agreed that they could not keep her tied down. Erika left with nothing more than a rucksack on her shoulder and a dagger at her hip (a parting gift from her father). She headed down the dirt road from her home, and when she came to the end, the way to Ferelden would be on her left. Instead, she went right. To Val Royeaux. \n\nErika spent the next six years training as a bard near Val Royeaux. Bards were prominent in Orlais, and she found no better way to get back at the Orlesian aristocracy than to learn to pry apart every little secret that they had. She became proficient with a bow, though her father's dagger was still kept at her hip in a sheath. Erika first did freelance work, spying on whoever for whomever would pay her. Eventually, she was able to gather more noble assignments from the Chantry or the Templars, though the work of a bard can rarely be considered honorable by many people. The life of a spy suited her, and the shadows became her home. For Erika, this was her freedom."
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"value": "Watching the two members of the Inquisition jump as if they'd just entered the fade without realizing, Nolan suppressed his amusement - figuring this was not the best time to laugh at two mysterious individuals he'd just met. Shifting his gaze over to Clara as his companions scrutinized her, Nolan took a few moments to process the dwarf's comment in regards to his staff, looking to the implement which he still held in his right hand - now that they were off the trail, it seemed far less practical to be holding it as he hung his staff over his back instead, keeping his left hand held open, further away from himself now and more toward his companion as he'd warmed himself at least well enough.\n\nAs the two commented on his crest, Nolan looked down toward it in a manner akin to if he'd just been informed he'd forgotten his trousers. Studying it for half a moment, he looked back up to the others in time for the woman's comment, shrugging. \"Will of the Maker, perhaps?\" Considering the fact that neither Clara, the woman or the dwarf had made any effort to murder one another yet, Nolan figured that perhaps the situation was safe and took a step or two forward to stand alongside her, as opposed to the defensive position he'd held behind her. As the woman began to explain herself and the dwarf, he'd raise an eyebrow. \"Inquisition, hm?\" He went for a moment to make some snide comment about how it was odd that the Inquisitor's will was to kill Templars, but then he remembered the actual purpose he and his companion were there, and he shut himself up.\n\nDeciding to take it upon himself to provide the explanation for their being there, he glance over to Clara, figuring she'd fill in any gaps he left out. He was about to begin when the suggestion was given by the Orlesian, Nolan giving another sidelong glance toward Clara, not even bothering to suppress his amusement at the notion as he let out a hearty laugh. \"Mage and Templar? That sounds like something out of Hard in Hightown.\" Continuing to utter a few brief chuckles at the notion, Nolan would eventually gather himself, and continue with their explanation. \"Well, myself - Nolan, by the way - and my companion here, Knight-Lieutenant Clara, are, or rather - were - here for some...\" He paused, thinking of the best way to describe it. \"Aggressive negotiations.\"\n\nGlancing toward the cave-in once more, Nolan cleared his throat. \"However - it would appear as though you have done our job for us and uh... 'Convinced' the Templars here to stop living, so uh... Well done on that, we'll still take the reward for it if you don't mind.\" While he hadn't exactly explained the specifics of their overall goal, he felt he'd explained enough for the time being, after all, he hadn't exactly lied at all..."
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"value": "@The Kraken@vFear\n\"However - it would appear as though you have done our job for us and uh... 'Convinced' the Templars here to stop living, so uh... Well done on that, we'll still take the reward for it if you don't mind.\"\n\nFlint let out a deep bellowing laugh, the body shaking display of humor literally causing various beads interwoven into his beard to jangle noisily against his metal breastplate. He immediately liked the mage, or at the very least was doing a somewhat convincing display of acting like he did. \"I like the way this one talks.\" Flint spat in a hushed tone while giving a sideways glance and toothy grin towards Erika. The brief look only lasted a second but in that amount of time Flint was able to get across to Erika that he indeed saw no threat from this random pair-likewise he quickly studied her expression well aware that she had reached a somewhat similar conclusion. It was the unspoken bond rarely seen in partners that had worked far to many high risk jobs together in the past.\n\nAfter laughing over the implausibility of the two newcomers being a pair the man who Flint would come to know as Nolan went on to more properly introduce himself. \"Well, myself - Nolan, by the way - and my companion here, Knight-Lieutenant Clara, are, or rather - were - here for some...\" He paused, thinking of the best way to describe it. \"Aggressive negotiations.\"\n\nGlancing toward the cave-in once more, Nolan cleared his throat. \"However - it would appear as though you have done our job for us and uh... 'Convinced' the Templars here to stop living, so uh... Well done on that, we'll still take the reward for it if you don't mind.\"\n\nAfter listening to Nolan Flint let out another toothy fit of laughter as he was prone to do when his mind began to formulate mischievous ideas.\n\nReward.\n\nReward.\n\nReward.\n\nThe words echoed within his head as he quickly spoke up in response. \"Reward, eh? Everyone knows a dwarf can appreciate a man wanting his well deserved reward. Am I right, Erika?\" he asked rhetorically while getting a nod in confirmation from his companion. \"What if I could offer you both an even bigger reward though?\" He slung his shield over the makeshift prongs on the back of his armor, the small protuding pieces of metal allowing him to neatly keep his shield clung to his back. Likewise he dropped his mace between a similar looking contraption on his belt, the inverted slots of metal allowing his mace to fall into a wedge of sorts that kept the deadly weapon secured tightly against his hip.\n\nMaking his way over to Nolan far faster then his little legs should have been able to carry his metal encased body Flint slung his arm over the man as if the two were old friends, the odd sight looking even more comical due to Flints small stature. \"So Nolan, names Flint by the way-big fan of the wardens-Who isn't though, amiright? Anyways, what if I could offer you all an even bigger reward? Me and my friend here well, we are both quite the, uhm, how did you put it?\" He paused momentarily locking eyes with Nolan while sporting his infectious toothy grin. \"Aggressive negotiators. And it just so happens we have quite a bit of...uhm, negotiating to do with some undesireable types that have recently opened up a mine here.\" Using his large stocky frame Flint spun Nolan slightly so the odd pair was now facing Clara, Flints beady hazel eyes locking place with Clara's metallic visor in a way that garnered her full attention. \"A lyrium mine. And we could always use another hand or two when it comes to negotiations-after all as I'm sure you know meetings of that sort usually get pretty heated. Perhaps we could arrange something that benefits all four of us? After all we do work for the Divine herself.\" Again Flints eyes particularly lit up when mentioning the Divine to Clara, as if trying to make her feel like it was her duty to help out.\n\nIn all honesty Flint just wanted to lessen the chances he would be the one to take a fireball to the face today."
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"value": "As the exchange led by the much more diplomatic Warden Nolan and the two odd companions went on in the tunnels, Clara grew visibly more easy: her stance grew straighter rather than braced and her shield arm would come to dip, both fatigued by holding up for so long and interpreting a reduced risk of attack. As far as she interpreted Nolan was handling the exchange well, so she kept quiet and played her part as the Templar of the party; she wasn't so zealous to be blind to the fact that her faith could bring a worse outcome.\n\nIt was at approximately this point that Clara tightened her grip on the hilt of her longsword:\n\"Reward, eh? Everyone knows a dwarf can appreciate a man wanting his well deserved reward. Am I right, Erika? What if I could offer you both an even bigger reward though?\" began the dwarf, bringing Clara's mind straight to concluding the dwarf was suggesting paying off her and her companion. Who do they take us for? Paying off a Grey Warden and a Templar!? her thoughts rung within her head - although thankfully not for long enough before the dwarf kept talking. \"...it just so happens we have quite a bit of...uhm, negotiating to do with some undesireable types that have recently opened up a mine here.\" Clara eased somewhat at this, starting to put together what the dwarf is truly suggesting - or at least by her interpretation. As the dwarf looked to her, she looked down upon him - indeed, her full attention gathered. \"A lyrium mine.\" She didn't catch the rest of the dwarf's sentence - at the mention of lyrium, having gone some time without a dose, her senses distorted and the skin under her eyelid began to twitch. She craved a dose of lyrium, her nose began to twitch in anticipation; her lyrium sand was in her kit, after all, which w- \n\nClara suddenly brought her shield down, bringing it harshly into her left thigh. The sudden pain brought her back to her senses, in time to catch the rest of the sentence. \n\"...benefits all four of us? After all we do work for the Divine herself.\" the dwarf suggests, to which Clara nods in response as she lifts her longsword to slide it back into her scabbard now she's content the situation is safe. \n\"I imagine we could, Dwarf Flint - what exactly is your title within the Inquisition, by the way?\" She pauses before speaking further, \"The Templar Order can use any source of lyrium for its knights in the war - although, when you say 'undesirable types', exactly who do you reference? Between the four of us I imagine what we are able to fight is quite broad, although I don't intend to fight Chevaliers or Dead Legionaries.\""
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"value": "The shift in tone that the conversation had taken- from nervously sarcastic to genuinely friendly- made Erika settle in her soggy boots even further. It appeared all was well between the four, even so far that Erika and Flint even took care of the two newcomer's job for them. At the mention of a reward Erika could practically hear the gears begin to turn in Flint's head as he began to talk. Erika had given a glance down at Flint, but found that he had already closed the distance between himself and Nolan, throwing his arm around the much taller Warden. \n\nShe nodded rather convincingly when asked about their own negotiating power with rewards and such, but left the rest of the talking to Flint, who was already on a roll with trying to convince these two here to help them out in taking down the mine. Well, its the least they could do after all the help Erika and Flint were with the Templars, right? Erika admired her partner's quick thinking, provided it would work. The Inquisition often contracted out mercenaries anyways, and they had yet to meet up with their other partner. They would probably need the extra hands after all the attention they had brought to themselves thus far. It might make for a nice story later after a few pints, but Erika had definitely seen cleaner missions. \n\nWhen the Knight-Lieutenant finally spoke up, Erika found a spot to cut in at. \"We are both Agents to Spy Master Leliana, and Ambassadors to the Inquisition.\" That sounded good, right? It wasn't a lie, either. Just... not exactly an awarded title. The Inquisition being a fledgling operation, such titles were reserved for only those of importance, such as Leliana. Both Erika and Flint were more than capable of representing the order, and felt comfortable doing so. \n\n\"As far as our enemy goes, I'm afraid it is the Venatori whom we must face. They've been mining red lyrium here on the Coast and the Divine wants it shut down before they have a chance to do anything with it. Not only that, but the locals have been reporting some strange happenings in the area as well. The plan was to get in and out quickly and discreetly, but thanks to our rogue Templar pals back there, I doubt that plan will serve us much purpose anymore. If we have to, we'll use the rest of Flint's handy dandy Gaatlok and blow the place in on itself and bury the bastards with it.\" She gave a shrug. \"That should be our last resort, however. Don't worry, though. If you choose to help us, you'll be adequately compensated, as my friend here has promised.\""
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"value": "Age:\n16\n\nGender:\nMale\n\nAppearance:\nBrad has the appearance of a meathead. Large (6'3\") and bulky (208lbs), he can be quite intimidating, especially due to his upright posture that almost never bows. His dark brown skin contrasts with his short, shaggy blond hair. Not the kind that is filled with product to look like he just woke up; it's messier and less intentional. His dark brown eyes are often squinted, which lends to his scary look. The reason is he refuses to get glasses and figures he'll just adapt to it. However, puberty was not entirely kind to Brad as his face is riddled with acne, with some slight scarring when he used to scratch at it mercilessly.\n\nPersonality:\nBrad is neither a gentle giant nor an aggressive goon. Brad is a very serious teen, filled with focus to do the best he can. He can often come across as standoffish, which while not his intention, isn't something he worries about fixing. He has a distaste for violence but admits it can have some useful applications in dire situations. He has high hopes for himself and is hopelessly stubborn. While he isn't often one to start joking around, he does jump in if someone else starts the silliness. He has a very set in stone view of morality and a weird reverence of 'the Light'. Together, they form his strict code of honour he holds himself (and often times others) to.\n\nHistory:\nBrad was born to an engineer and a stay-at-home dad, the second of four children. His parents taught him a very important lesson from a young age and that was to chase your dreams. After all, if you didn't, who would? Brad's dream was to become a professional football player, as a wide receiver. He had the speed and the strength to break through tackles, so it looked like a sure thing. Unfortunately, during a practice, he badly pulled a hamstring and, while in pain, got tackled in a way that concussed him. Doctors suggested he take on another dream. After months of heated arguments with his parents and doctors, Brad finally relented and returned to a back-up passion: Duel Monsters. He quite enjoyed playing Noble Knights, as he felt a certain connection with the honour of the knights. However, after being mocked for being so straight-forward, he decided that upon arrival at the Duel Tower, he would prove that he was as smart as he was tough.\n\nFavorite Card/Archetype or theme: \nNoble Knights / LIGHT Warriors\n\nChosen courses:\nStandard Dueling, Standard Summoning\n\nChosen Structure Deck:\nSpace Invaders!\n\nCustom Structure Deck List:\nMonsters (20)\nDes Feral Imp x 1\nGale Lizard x 1\nOshaleon x 1\nWorm Apocalypse x 1\nWorm Cartaros x 2\nWorm Dimikles x 1\nWorm Falco x 1\nWorm Jetelikpse x 1\nWorm King x 1\nWorm Prince x 1\nWorm Queen x 1\nWorm Solid x 1\nWorm Tentacles x 1\nWorm Victory x 1\nWorm Warlord x 1\nWorm Xex x 2\nWorm Yagan x 2\nSpells (10)\nBook of Eclipse x 2\nBook of Moon x 1\nConstellar Belt x 1\nForbidden Dress x 1\nMolting Escape x 1\nMystical Space Typhoon x 1\nPot of Duality x 1\nWorm Call x 1\nViper's Rebirth x 1\nTraps (10)\nAlien Brain x 1\nBurst Rebirth x 1\nCompulsory Evacuation Device x 1\nDamage = Reptile x 1\nDamage Gate x 1\nLumenize x 1\nOffering to the Snake Deity x 1\nSnake Whistle x 1\nW Nebula Meteorite x 2\nExtra (1)\nKing of Feral Imps x 1\n\nChosen Pack:\nDuel Terminal 1\n\nCurrent deck:\nMonsters (20)\nAlien Shocktrooper x 1\nDes Feral Imp x 1\nGale Lizard x 1\nWorm Apocalypse x 1\nWorm Cartaros x 2\nWorm Dimikles x 1\nWorm Falco x 1\nWorm Jetelikpse x 1\nWorm King x 1\nWorm Queen x 1\nWorm Solid x 1\nWorm Tentacles x 2\nWorm Victory x 1\nWorm Warlord x 1\nWorm Xex x 2\nWorm Yagan x 2\nSpells (10)\nBook of Eclipse x 2\nBook of Moon x 1\nConstellar Belt x 1\nForbidden Dress x 1\nMystical Space Typhoon x 1\nPot of Duality x 1\nViper's Rebirth x 1\nW Nebula Call x 1\nW Nebula Fusion x 1\nTraps (10)\nAlien Brain x 1\nBurst Rebirth x 1\nCompulsory Evacuation Device x 1\nDamage = Reptile x 1\nDamage Gate x 1\nLumenize x 1\nOffering to the Snake Deity x 1\nSnake Whistle x 1\nW Nebula Meteorite x 2\nExtra (2)\nKing of Feral Imps x 1\nWorm Nebula Zero x 1\n\nCollection:\nMonsters (44)\nAlien Shocktrooper x 1\nCaravan of the Ice Barrier x 1\nChaos Emissary, Apprentice of Nox x 1\nChaos Emissary, Butterfly x 1\nChrysalis Chicky x 1\nDeepspace Scout x 1\nDeepspace Stunner x 1\nDes Feral Imp x 1\nDewdark of the Ice Barrier x 1\nFabled Dyf x 1\nFabled Topi x 1\nFinal Apocalypse Dragon x 1\nFlamvell Fiend x 1\nFlint Lock x 2\nGale Lizard x 1\nKing Pyron x 1\nMachina Fortress x 1\nOshaleon x 1\nPhantom Cricket x 1\nPhantom Dragonray Bronto x 1\nR-Genex Oracle x 1\nReese the Ice Mistress x 1\nRenge, Gatekeeper of Dark World x 1\nSamurai of the Ice Barrier x 1\nVolcanic Rat x 2\nWorm Apocalypse x 1\nWorm Cartaros x 2\nWorm Dimikles x 1\nWorm Falco x 1\nWorm Illidan { The Betrayer } x 1\nWorm Jetelikpse x 1\nWorm King x 1\nWorm Prince x 1\nWorm Queen x 1\nWorm Solid x 1\nWorm Tentacles x 2\nWorm Victory x 1\nWorm Warlord x 2\nWorm Xex x 2\nWorm Yagan x 2\nX-Saber Airbellum x 1\nSpells (15)\nAmulet of Ambition x 1\nBook of Eclipse x 2\nBook of Moon x 1\nChaos Emissary Sanctuary x 1\nConstellar Belt x 1\nConvert Contact x 1\nFlint Missile x 1\nForbidden Dress x 1\nMalevolent Nuzzler x 1\nMolting Escape x 1\nMystical Space Typhoon x 1\nPot of Duality x 1\nSummoner's Art x 1\nThe Clockwork Curator x 1\nViper's Rebirth x 1\nW Nebula Fusion x 1\nW Nebula Call x 1\nTraps (16)\nAlien Brain x 1\nBlack Horn of Heaven x 1\nBurst Rebirth x 1\nCompulsory Evacuation Device x 1\nCounter Counter x 1\nDamage = Reptile x 1\nDamage Gate x 1\nDestructive Draw x 1\nDust Tornado x 1\nGift Card x 1\nLiving on Borrowed Time x 1\nLumenize x 1\nOffering to the Snake Deity x 1\nSnake Whistle x 2\nW Nebula Meteorite x 2\nExtra (2)\nKing of Feral Imps x 1\nWorm Nebula Zero x 1\n\nPoints:\n0."
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"value": "Maisy stared in a mix of shock and disappointment, shock at how quickly a Light Dorm student got beaten, but dissapointed because IT WAS OVER ALREADY!? Sighing in utter disbelief, she held her face in her hands, elbows poised in the center of her thighs. That kinda sucked. There weren't even any good pulls or Action cards to save someone from a pinch...absolutely no style or flair in any of it. If this was Standard rulings then yeah, it'd be a little more impressive, but Action Duels were just sorta different. At least to her. Where was the entertainment value of an opponent barely being able to retaliate? Placing her hands in her Uniform's pockets, Maisy got up without saying anything. She really wanted the thing to go on long enough that she'd find someone who she cheered for, or someone with good cheesy one-liners for special summonings that didn't blow. \n\nGetting up, she felt nature call and trotted off to the bathroom, doing her business and washing her hands...noticing a somewhat odd looking girl with a normal looking wind-dorm uniform, save for it having a green hood. As the girl was washing her hands, she had a somewhat suspicious feeling that she'd seen someone similar...hmm. Scooting over slowly, she asked: \"Heeey...are you a ninja? in the most blunt, straightforward, in her face way. Maisy knew all and saw all, and right now she saw a ninja in the bathroom. \"...Crud, I think that was racist.\" was all that filled her mind afterwards."
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"value": "Akemi Ael\n\n---\n\n\n\nA long sigh drew out of her mouth after two occurrences; the first was Venwyn's unnecessary, lazy use of the magic they had been taught simply to get to the seats quicker, whilst the second time was at the pathetic excuse for an action duel that had been displayed before her. Sure, each side may good plays, but there wasn't anything much that separated it from a normal duel, so it just appeared as a really boring attempt to be something it wasn't. After which, Akemi realised that the gift of free time meant that people could be fought and packs could be bought, so naturally she face Lifebeater for the second time to arrive at the shop, tearing open six in total and finding a minuscule amount of Sylvan support, which was unfortunate. Despite this, she remained unvexed and put the few cards in her deck, some of which really complimented each other, for example the Gigantic Cephalotus made up for most of the useless cards she had received. It went so well with a deck that was based around sending plants to the grave!\n\nThe repeated journey across Lifebeater's scorched land once more took a toll on Akemi - she could feel burns beginning to form underneath her eyes, so her immediate response was to run to the bathroom in the arena and apply some cold water to the areas. The girl had to admit, it did help slightly, however for the most part she knew the inevitable was that they were eventually going to blister. Such sadness. The reflection that faced her in the mirror was one with scorn; disapproving of how useless the hood had been at providing shade successfully. The immediate and abrupt voice of the other girl almost caught Akemi off guard, if she had not sensed her arrival prior to her speaking. The question, whilst simple, actually made her laugh. For the first time in so many years, snorts and giggles erupted from her mouth continuously and it made her so happy. \"Ahaha, I mean, y-yes, I am a ninja, I just found it hilarious that something my whole life had been based on was put to question. Not to be rude to you! It's not like I'm dressed that way currently or anything, so you made quite an astute observation! I'm Akemi, by the way, you probably saw my cousins Venwyn and Mary. The cold ninja and the non-ninja.\" A hand was stretched out towards Maisy, with a grin on her face."
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"value": "Real: Skadi Türkis\nRace: Human\nGender: Female\nAge: 19\nNationality: Atlesian\nColor: #6ecff6\nEmblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond\nVoice actor: Shirley Manson\n\nThemes:\nMain - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated\nAppearance:\n\nDiamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat.\n\nThe dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale.\n\nThe dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell.\n\nShe doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest.\n\nDiamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast.\n\nHistory:\nDuring a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes.\nUnfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking. \n\nLiving in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept.\n\nIn the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again.\n\nAfter honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age.\n\nGrowing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention.\n\nComing face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities.\nA year later, she made it into Beacon.\n\nPersonality:\nIn one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation.\n\nShe might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards.\n\nApparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people.\n\nSkills:\n* Combat\n\t+ Hand-to-hand: Average\n\t+ Short blades: Expert\n\t+ Long blades and polearms: Proficient\n\t+ Firearms: Lacking\n\t+ Dust: Beginner, talented\n* Common\n\t+ Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence\n\t+ Lockpicking: Expert\n\t+ Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances\n\t+ Pickpocketing: Proficient\n\t+ Cooking: Wizard\n\t+ Drinking: Practice makes perfect\n\n\nPowers:\n* Inborn\n\t+ Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door.\n* Acquired\n\t+ Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages.\n\t+ Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance.\n\n\nRelationships:\n* Cobalt Chideta: \"A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time.\"\n* Oswald Connoly: \"Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things.\"\n* Emerald Felicia: \"Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends.\"\n* Esther Vanhomrigh: \"Just benefits.\"\n* Träd Oak: \"Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations.\"\n* Sapphire Rode: \"Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey.\"\n* Kuhaku Shiro: \"Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent.\"\n* Skyra Dawn: \"Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though.\"\n* Amaranth Desire: \"The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was.\"\n\n\nTrivia:\n* Diamond is left handed.\n* She is afraid of deep waters.\n* A quitting smoker.\n* She likes red meat and high quality alcohol."
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"value": "Emerald - Totally lost -\n\nA drop of sweat escaped Emerald's face. She looked all around her with frantic, erratic movements. \n\n\"AHHHHHH I'm totally lost!\" Maybe running off on her own hadn't been such a great idea. Emerald waved her hands in the air frantically, running in a circle. \"I'm gonna die! I'm gonna run out of water, then I'm gonna die! They'll find nothing but bones!\" \n\nShe paused in her panicking when she remembered something important. She had a scroll. She opened it up and quickly found a map of the school. \"Ah okay, I'm not gonna die, phew.\" That had been a close one, she decided that the wisest thing to do now would be to head back the way she came and hopefully find that tour guide. She started running with abandon, hopefully they hadn't started the tour without her! She'd miss the tour snacks! Wait, did they have tour snacks? She hoped so! \n\nThe assembled group outside of Ozpin's office heard what sounded like wind blowing at high speed as Emerald sped toward them, nearly crashing into the group as she came to a sudden stop in front of them. She panted, bracing herself against her knees as she caught her breath. She looked up at Sarina. \n\n\"Sorry! I got excited and ran off to explore but then I got lost and thought I was gonna die and that all that would be left was my bones but then I remembered I had a scroll and I looked at the map and ran all the way back here because I didn't want to miss the tour and by the way are there snacks?\" She was speaking so fast it was hard to keep up with her."
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"value": "Marcus Goldstein - Convoy Escort\n\nThe camp was in ruins. No one was left inside. Bodies, burning ruins and broken tools littered the inner field. Far too many by Marcus' own hand. He counted those shot by Aurellius. Under his orders MODA smashed everything like an out of control Sitting Bull. He might as well have pulled Avalon's trigger himself.\n\n\"Better than an action movie right?\" Aurellius said. \"Too bad I didn't get to do much but hey that's how the dice land.\"\n\nMarcus said nothing in return. Personally he felt like Oswald looked, but he stowed it for later. There were still people to save. He could still do some good. He had to do some good here. He could drown himself in what ifs and unanswered questions later, now was the time for action. The convoy still had two trucks left that were making a run for it.\n\nThe autoloader rattled as another HE shell slid into the breech. To an outsider the cannon solution might have appeared like overkill. However it was the best option Marcus had. Close quarters was out, machine guns would be less effective, and finally the bugs were tiny. That made them highly susceptible to death by overpressure. Once more an artificial earthquake shook the ground as another shell thundered downrange. Compared to the other spectacles of destruction the explosion was almost mundane. The thickest part of the bug swarm simply ceased to exist, replaced in a flash of light by a small mushroom cloud.\n\nMeanwhile another mental track analysed. Their behaviour indicated the bugs wanted the fire to spread. There was nothing that could be done about the source of the flames but wait for it to burn out, no available fire extinguisher would put out the white phosphorous. The acid the bugs used would do a number on everything MODA had to offer, let alone the camp. So why were they not swarming over the camp? Why bother with the fire? What was the cause of the jamming? Was it related to the bugs and if so how and why? Who were the humanoid attackers of the convoy then, if any? Far too may questions needed answers.\n\n\"So what now boss?\" Aurellius asked.\n\n\"Now. Now we hold our ground. Defend the camp. I doubt this is over.\" Marcus said tonelessly. \"If however, it is over. We regroup, find some answers, then move on from there.\""
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"value": "Luke Schwarze -- Out of the Frying Pan\n\nFirst universal rule of fighting in all forms...\n\nWell, guideline, but treating it as a rule is smart. Perhaps the greatest lesson he'd ever learned from the very same coach that had always told him to try and emulate his prodigy sister--\n\nStay off the center line!\n\nFeeling his eyebrows begin to singe away, the gauntleted teen juked forward and to the side, simultaneously closing distance and evading a crispy, untimely conclusion to their short battle.\n\nThat said, he needed to keep this up. Casting fireball undoubtedly gave this Mordred guy the range advantage, and that was something he absolutely needed to take away! He kept pressing inward, trying to close the distance between him and his opponent.\n\nIf I can just get my hands on him, I'll be in a much better position to do some work.\n\nLuckily, he only had a few feet to go, and then the next issue'd be dealing with that sword.\n\nEither try and in-fight, or just take him to the ground.\n\nThose seemed like the best options.\n\nKeeping an intelligent defense up all the while, Schwarze continued working his way into range."
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"value": "Having finally caught up with the now stationary tank, Diamond jumped up with a loud thump. \"Say what?\" she said, a bit of anger in her voice. \"That's not the mission. That's to protect the trucks! The camp was a write off even before we showed up, look at what's left of the truck! The bugs would have gotten the camp in the end, and we brought mining dust, not arms, none of this would have helped them!\" she said, her voice getting steadily more growling. This was going to end badly from the start and there was pathetic little they could have done with what they had and knew. Time to pull their heads out of their asses and salvage what was left!\n\nTwo of the trucks were heading back to Vale, while the wreck of the third one was rapidly vanishing in front of their eyes. And they stood here, doing nothing, and being surrounded by a spreading wildfire. \"Well? Do something, boss! I'm not abandoning what they hired me to do as long as those trucks are rolling and I am certainly not going to stay here and burn to a crisp! If you can't make a decision then get your candy ass back to that camp, there are a few survivors to load up, and let me handle this!\" she yelled in frustration and jumped off, walking in the direction of what remained of the third truck and the bulk of the swarm.\n\nThe blast of the high explosive shot seemed to hurt the swarm more than the fire. The source of the fire was an incendiary round, not much she could do about that, but they had to put out the grass before they burned here alive. How does one put out a fire of that magnitude though? It reminded her of a dust quarry fire, spreading too fast to be contained. If memory served, they put those out with a shockwave, blowing the flames right off. Looking at the truck, the pieces started falling together.\n\nShe just hoped enough of the mining dust was left intact to be effective. Turning around, she gave Marcus a stern look. \"Blow up what's left of the truck before they eat it all! That should blow off the fires in a gap big enough for us to get through and take most of the bugs with it! We only need the two trucks! We need to catch up with those!\" she said, her tone of voice on the borderline between a suggestion and an order."
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"value": "Age: 42\n\nFaction: Gotham City Police Department, Homicide Bureau\n\nAppearance:\n\nBio: Art Kingsley is a GCPD Homicide Detective with twenty years experience on the rough streets of Gotham. A cynical, hard-edged, and grizzled veteran, Kingsley understands the fundamental truth about the city; that sometimes you have to do bad thing for the right reasons. Kingsley has a great many skeletons in his closet, but the whiskey bottle and copious amounts of tobacco and the occasional use of drugs keep them at bay. \n\nName: Felix Taylor\n\nAge: 37 \n\nFaction: Gotham City Police Department, Homicide Bureau\n\nAppearance: \n\nBio: Felix Taylor is a veteran of years of war in the desert and jungles. Returning to his home city of Chicago, he served three years in the Metro PD before a scandal forced him to transfer to the last chance saloon-the GCPD. He is new to the homicide bureau, but has shown promise on the three cases on which he has worked."
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"value": "\"SHOTGUN GANG\" HITS GOTHAM WEST BANK-MILLIONS STOLEN\n\nGotham has once again been hit by a new wave of highly-motivated and professional criminals, in the form of the six men known as the \"Shotgun Gang\", who started plying their deadly trade three months ago. Great Western American Bank, Central Gotham Savings, Britannia Holdings... no safe is safe, it would seem. The six men appear well-trained and carry automatic shotguns. They storm in, blow the vault, take everything they can, then disappear into the city again to plan their next robbery. They've shown themselves to be ruthless, too. In one instance they fired on a security guard, who narrowly avoided death, and in another they broke a cashier's nose after she wasn't fast enough in handing over the money. One thing is sure-they won't stop until they are caught \n\nThe sky was leaden grey, overcast and threatening rain. It seemed as if the heavy, dark clouds were pressing down on the city. \n\nDetective Arthur Kingsley pulled the unmarked sedan up to the kerb outside Julio's. The small, cramped, and dingy diner was in one of the most deprived and violent parts of town, and Kingsley could remember being called to the diner many times as a beat cop. This was the first time as a homicide detective, though. Hopefully he would have more success than the suits did when he was on the beat, he thought as he put on his jacket and fedora. \n\n\"You know Art, I musta been called to this dump a hundred times when I was on the beat.\" Kingsley's partner, Felix Taylor, must have been reading his thoughts. \n\n\"I know. This town's like a damn merry-go-round. Always the same crime scenes, over and over.\" Kingsley nodded to the policeman who lifted the yellow tape to let the two detectives through. \n\nThe murder victim was sprawled on his back in a pool of blood beside the bar, several red-rimmed holes torn in his chest. A pistol was clutched in his outstretched hand. \n\nKingsley gazed at the scene for a moment. \"Looks professional.\" He said. Taylor nodded. \"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Tight shots, evenly spaced. They knew what they were doing.\" \n\nKingsley knelt. The man was in his mid-40s, and was well-built with a thin moustache. Kingsley snapped on a pair of disposable gloves on and checked his jacket pockets. A wallet, stained with blood. \"Our vic is one Anthony Maddox.\" He said after reading the ID within. He handed the wallet to Taylor and checked the other pockets. A spare clip for the handgun in the corpse's hand, and... \n\nKingsley's face went white. He pulled something from the pocket and stood. Taylor frowned when he saw his partner's face. \"What?\" He asked, puzzled. \"You look like someone has just walked over your grave.\" Kingsley just held out his hand. He held a silver police badge that was covered in blood, red smears covering the GCPD crest. \"He was a cop.\" the detective said, his voice like ice. \"He was a fucking cop.\"\n\n\"Anthony George Maddox. Narcotics Bureau officer. Aged 44, lives in a building on the China Docks.\" Edward Nygma, the tall angular forensics man, opened his mouth to speak again. \n\n\"If it's a riddle, Ed, you can just keep it.\" Kingsley cut him off. Nygma closed his mouth again. Taylor appeared from behind the bar. \"Got casings here.\" He said. \"Looks small calibre.\" \n\n\"It's from Detective Maddox's gun.\" Nygma replied, looking down at the dead cop. \"He went down fighting.\" \n\n\"Any indication of who the assailants were?\" Kingsley asked. \n\n\"Maddox wounded one of his attackers, we think.\" Nygma crossed the diner, pointing to a spot on the wall that was cratered by a bullet hole and smudged with red. \n\nKingsley looked at the victim and back again at the wall. \"Trajectories seem to fit.\" He remarked. \"I can see how it happened.\"\n\n\"Once we get Maddox back to the lab, we'll run the blood on the wall, see if we can get a match.\" Nygma said, looking at his clipboard. \nA uniformed officer came to the door. \"We've finished interviewing the witnesses.\" He announced. Taylor's eyebrows rose. \"That was damn quick.\" He said. Kingsley snorted. \"Guess they saw nothing.\" The beat cop clapped a hand to his mouth in mock surprise. \"How did you know?\" He said sarcastically. The three cops laughed; Nygma didn't seem to find it funny."
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"value": "For most of Gotham work was long over, for some it was just starting Renee's newest assignment was to catch a big fish known to frequent the girls selling themselves on the streets. She posed as one of those girls this was the fourth night in a row, she caught a lot of Johns but not the big fish she was trying to. A car pulled up, expensive, same make and model her target was known to drive. The passenger side rear window was lowered. She leaned in showing an ample amount of cleavage. This was her target. She gave the sales pitch she copied from several street workers. He unlocked the door & she got in. That was the sign to her backup to follow discreetly, a much harder thing to do at night which is why she was given a tracking device disguised as a lipstick that would only be activated once she was at her destination in case they checked her for any transmitting equipment.\n\nAt the hotel she was taken up a service elevator to the penthouse suite. The target had a demands before anything happened. In the bathroom she did as instructed but also activated her tracker in case her backup had to give up following the car."
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"value": "Species: Human\n\nGender: Female\n\nAge: 34\n\n\n\nNationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk\n\nOccupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development\n\nCybernetics: \n* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.\n* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.\n* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.\n\n\nBackstory: \nFreyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.\n \nHer mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.\n\nBefore she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.\n \nFreyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.\n\nHer mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.\n\nIn her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.\n\nShe quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.\n\nIt was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.\n\nAfter Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.\n\nIt was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.\n\nWhat can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.\n\nSecurity forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone."
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"value": "\"I see.\" The man nodded thoughtfully at Vreta's description of the attack. \"Is this true?\" His eyes drilled into Freyr. She nodded shakily. \"Yeah, pretty much. I'm sorry...who did you say you were again?\" The man smiled. \"I wouldn't worry about that right now, Dr Lang. The main thing is that i'm here to help - both of you.\" He looked at Vreta again. \"I also wouldn't worry about this place. It will be a fortress by dawn tomorrow. We have our best terraformers on it.\" The man gestured for both of them to walk through the glass doors into the transit station as they slid open. \"Please, after you.\"\n\nThe large, bright, sparsely furnished room Freyr had arrived in only an hour or two ago had been totally transformed. An entire command centre of holo-consoles and other equipment was being set up around the outside, leaving an open space in the middle for people to spawn in and out. Freyr could see a wide variety of people milling around. There were engineers and technicians in white jumpsuits, connecting up even more gear. There were at least half a dozen terraformers in whatever clothes they'd decided to program in. Freyr also spotted a few other people in the same black uniform as the man with the augmented eyes, who had now followed them through the double doors. These black-clad people all turned to stare directly at them, making Freyr feel incredibly vulnerable.\n\n\"Please, take a seat.\" The man with the augmented eyes urged, walking past them to sit at an ornate wooden desk. There were two chairs facing him on the other side. After a split second, the man exclaimed. \"Ah, of course, the chair!\" He loudly snapped his fingers and a nearby terraformer turned around. The man gestured to Vreta, and after sizing him up for a moment, the terraformer hit a few options on her holo-interface. One of the chairs seemed to disassemble and reassemble in a flurry of half-digital moving parts. When everything settled, Freyr could see a large stool, presumably suitable for tailed reptilians. \"Please.\" The man smiled, gesturing to the seats again. Freyr sat down, growing slightly uneasy.\n\n\"Now - this creature you speak of. Is it the same creature as the ones who abducted those Skinners?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\" Freyr nodded, slightly thrown off by the fact that this man knew about the abductions.\n\n\"It came back? Why?\"\n\n\"I uh, I don't know.\" Freyr turned to look at Vreta. \"You said that it was doing something with a device when you found it. What kind of device?\" \n\nThe man looked at Vreta as Freyr spoke, his facial expression completely unfathomable."
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"value": "\"You can fortify all you want, but don't underestimate these things. I don't know what these things are, exactly, but if they're from the Cradle, then you're fighting on their territory, not yours. You didn't create this place.\" Vreta warned. \n\nIn any case, Vreta followed the man into the transit station. Although, he could not help but to be disappointed that they did not return from the Cradle right away. He had a multitude of reasons for wanting to be rid of this place. He did take a seat on the stool provided for him on the man's insistence, but Vreta's general discomfort started to become more and more visibly apparent the longer the man spoke.\n\nVreta was making a few mental notes on the topic Freyr discussed with the man. While he had guessed this already, their conversation did confirm that the creatures were related to the disturbance at the office building. In his research since he arrived on Outremer, Vreta had heard of the Skinners. Their goals and methods earned them the label of terrorists, though with what Vreta had seen of the Cradle, he personally felt they might have the right of it. Regardless, he did not bring it up. When Vreta was finally questioned directly, he decided to give a show of cooperation with an honest answer. \"I can't be completely sure. When I investigated the shed, I only got a look inside for a few seconds before that thing knocked out the power. Just by its appearance, it might have been some kind of communications equipment.\"\n\nVreta revealed yet more of his discomfort when his grimace showed his bloodstained teeth. Glancing to the side, he put more pressure on his injured arm. \"Look, I'm willing to talk about this with you, but I'd really rather not do this in the Cradle. That creature knocked out a few of my teeth, by arm burns like the ninth ring, and frankly, the blood loss is distracting. More importantly, I'm not completely convinced that border isn't going to come crashing down on us again at any moment. Did those creatures really retreat, or are they just gathering their forces? I promise my cooperation for every one of your questions if we return to the real world. Like I said, my name is Vreta'Sori, representative of the Zuraxi'Synkuur corporation. I'm staying on the twenty-first floor of the Synastar Hotel. You look like a man with the authority to run my identity, so I'm sure you can get confirmation this is all true. Someone as high-profile as me, you know I can't just escape unnoticed. I'll go back to my hotel room and wait for you there; you have my word.\""
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"value": "The fact that the creature may have been interfacing with exo-Cradle comms equipment rang alarm bells in Freyr's head. What could it have been doing? However, she held her tongue at this moment. It was abundantly clear that the alien was in a lot of pain, and didn't want to stick around to talk here. She couldn't blame him; the events of the last hour would almost certainly haunt her forever. \n\nHowever, she could find some kernels of hope among this sea of despair - she was reasonably sure her family were still alive somewhere. She was also confident she'd gathered more useful data today than in the previous ten years of work. She just needed to go home and assimilate all the information for it to be any use. She knew where Vreta was staying - she resolved to talk with him privately about the specifics if she could.\n\nThe man with augmented eyes nodded considerately at Vreta's story. \"I understand completely, we'll get you back to the real world in just a moment - we know where both of you are. I just have one more question for you, Vreta'Sori. Why is it that you were in an evacuated crime scene today?\" \n\nWhile this was happening, Freyr could hear a slight commotion behind them. She turned to see the wounded from their trucks being stretchered inside. At the same time, the room hummed slightly, and looking over her other shoulder she caught a squadron of heavily armoured CraSec soldiers being spawned in. They lined up to grab weapons from an armaments locker before heading to the doors. There was a lot going on, and the questioning was getting a bit above her paygrade, so Freyr was longing to just get out of here."
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"value": "The Human's thinly-veiled accusation was apparent, but this was a game to which Vreta was no stranger. He did not give any hint to his thoughts in his reaction, letting out only something of an amused hum. \"Well, the simple answer is that I wasn't.\" Vreta replied. \n\nVreta paused just a moment, letting out a grunt as he shifted his injured arm into a more comfortable position. \"Like I said, I'm a representative of the Zuraxi'Synkuur corporation. I am not at liberty to discuss all of the details of our transactions, but suffice to say that we have extensive dealings with the corporation that holds this district. A part of our agreements stipulate that I am permitted to inspect their testing and production facilities to ensure they meet our agreed-upon standards. That was why I came here today. I got wind of a disturbance in one of our partners' holdings, so I wanted to ensure they were not at fault for whatever was happening. Negligence on their part could affect our contracts with them. This district was not locked down, either by its owner or the Outremer government, and I had full permission to be here. I respected all boundaries set by your men at the crime scene and did not trespass. The shed I investigated was outside the perimeter set by your soldiers. Whether or not they should have restricted access to that building is between you and your officers, but I broke no laws in entering. I can provide you copies of all of the necessary legal documents, once we are out of the Cradle.\""
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"value": "Age: 15\nSex: Male\nHair: Auburn. Couple inches long, tends to curl out as it grows.\nEye: Greenish, though they're discolored like fogged glass, indicating his blindness. If you're up-close in his face, you can notice the bright amber limbal rings around his eyes, rune-scribing that marks him as an Astral Conduit.\n\nFamily: Morgen has a twin sister named Morwen, and five younger siblings who he hasn't seen in two years. His younger siblings and parents are believed to be living back in their old home village.\nAffiliations: He was briefly part of the Miraculum for about a year after he and his sister were taken from their home village.\nHome: Morgen was born and raised in a small village in the far reaches of the Wastelands. The village was known for harvesting petrified wood and trading with nearby outposts, and was known as Stonework.\n\nMagic: He's an Astral Conduit, though still fairly knew at it. He can easily project himself into his dog, Spot, and is comfortable and skilled at controlling her. He's also found he's able to see through Morwen's eyes at times, though like most Astral Conduits, he's unable to \"control\" her as she is human. He hasn't tried his hand at other animals as of the start of our story.\nInventory: He carries a ratty old knapsack around, but it's usually empty unless his sister finds something of use to stow away in it. He carries a canteen and a small hunting knife on his person, but otherwise nothing else of real note. The only real treasure of his is a silver coin with a crude carving of a dog on it kept on a leather cord around his neck.\nCombat: Morgen isn't much of a fighter, considering his blindness. When forced into a combat situation, he relies on shifting to his dog, Spot, for defense of himself and his sister. Spot is a large dog with pointed ears. Despite her name, she has no spots on her body at all, and is a solid black, dark as pitch. She stands about three feet high at the shoulder, with a broad chest and a matted, bushy tail. \nHistory: Morgen was born in Stonework a few short minutes after his twin sister, Morwen. They are the eldest of five other children, born to a couple of loggers who worked the petrified woods around their hometown of Stonework. Morgen and his sister were bought by the Miraculum from their parents when they were twelve. Trade was doing poorly in their hometown due to a nearby elemental mutant wreaking havoc on the forests, and their parents needed coin to support the other children. The twins fled the organization when Morwen overhead them wanting to dispose of her brother, thinking he was incapable of Astral projection when he failed to demonstrate his abilities over the course of a year.\nOther: Morgen is completely blind and relies on his newfound abilities as a conduit and his sister to survive."
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"value": "Morwen wiped away a bead of sweat from her forehead, her other hand holding Morgen's. The air was heavy with the prospect of rain. The market itself swarmed around the two, adding to the intoxicating heat of the storm. Morwen took a slow breath, it ending in a harsh cough as dirt was kicked up from the travelers ahead of her. She reached over and wiped the sweat from her brother's forehead as well.\n\nWhile the twins moved swiftly to the Inn at the end of the rode. Morwen paused to stare into a particular stand. Clothing aligned the rickety wooden walls, they were bright, clean, and stood out in the dusty market. Morwen let out a soft sigh, \"Morgen, we…\" She looked to her brother, \"I think we can afford new clothing. And a hot dinner. We have to look good for our parents.\" She squeezed his hand again, grinning a bit now. The chance to get new clothing, it made Morwen's heart raced a moment. She moved quickly away, other expenses needed to be handle. \n\nMorwen kept her head down, only to glance up when a sign caught her attention. A circle with an M painted in read, and a harsh \"x\" was carved into it all.The twin swallowed hard, the red of the sign didn't quite look like paint. She squeezed her brother's hand tightly \"Keep your head down.\" She whispered softly, \"Close your eyes. It's one of those towns.\"\n\nThe market ended abruptly, a small barely kept courtyard is what signified the Inn was near. The inn, was a glorified wooden shake. Made of a combination of petrified wood and actually lumber, it looked like it would fall apart in a good bit of wind. Morwen raised an eyebrow. She lead the two inside."
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"value": "Morgen kept his head low, not needing to be told twice. While more often than not he wasn't given the time of day (literally and figuratively speaking) by people they encountered, the risk was always there. While one would need to be close enough to kiss him to notice the odd limbal rings in his wasted eyes, all it took was one person to recognize that they were unnatural, scribed by the skilled and merciless hands of an enchanter, marking him as a conduit. He closed his eyes, allowing Morwen to assist him in meandering through the market. All the conversations seemed to roll into one murmuring, nonsensical noise. The only sounds he really picked up on where the occasional exclamation of shock or disgust when someone got to close to Spot, or noticed her skulking through the crowds. Lots of people liked dogs, he knew, but Spot was big and bullish and unwavering. She didn't flinch away from people, remaining steadfast at Morgen's side.\n\n\"Get that mutt outta here!\" It was the first clear words that rang out across the room to them as they made their way into the inn. Morgen gathered that the common room must have been mostly empty, as the shouting didn't seem to interrupt much discussion. \"We're a establishment, not a feckin' kennel!\"\n\n\"Sorry missus!\" Morgan said hastily and lifted a hand to Spot's head. His brow knit as he tightened his grip on Morwen's arm, briefly shifting to the beast to visualize for the dog, images of where to go, to wait. Spot was retreating back out the door before it even had a chance to fully close behind them, and Morgen worried for her safety. She was big, lots of good meat on her for a desperate man... and simple sport to beat and kill, for the cruel man. Nothing he could fret over now; she was on her way out, and he hoped she would either hunker down around the building side somewhere, out of sight, or make her way clear of the outpost, away from those who might wish her harm simply for the sake of harm. He always felt naked when the dog wasn't near, defenseless, and he edged closer to Morwen.\n\nThe inn was single-story, a large common area sprawled out in front of them from the only entryway. There were two windows along the side walls, covered crudely with ratty curtains that flickered with the occasional breeze. A short hall stretched out just to the right of the bar with seven doors, presumably leading to seven rooms available for patronage. \n\nThe woman behind the bar who had snapped at them upon entry was eyeing them as if she expected trouble. And why not? Two kids like that were bound to be up to no good. Likely pickpockets, either ducking in to avoid a pursuer or looking to steal something from her. She was old, but it was a fair bet that she looked much older than she truly was. Her dark hair was streaked with strands of dull grey, piled into a haphazard bun atop her head, and while her eyes were sharp, a brilliant shade of ice blue, the flesh around them was heavily wrinkled, likely from too much time spent in the sun, squinting against it. Her skin was darkened, splotched with spots that were even darker, mottling her features. Perhaps she had spent much of her youth working at inhospitable crops in the wastelands; perhaps she did still.\n\n\"If ye ain't got coin for a room, git back out there. Ain't desp'rate enough to be servin' no kids any moonshine.\""
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"value": "Morwen jumped at the immediate shouting, she gulped, letting Morgen talk a moment. She scanned the room, hunching her shoulders and gripping the edges of her dress. She took a shuddering breath, reaching a hand into her a sewn pocket slowly and producing a coin purse. It was frankensteined like her dress, various patterns and fabrics tied together with a ratty piece of thread-bare rope. Only this time, there was a color theme. She had seem to taking a liking to the color green. All the fabrics ha da splash of the verdant degree to it.\n\nShe held onto Morgen as she moved closer, only he could feel that she was trembling. It's always this way with the first interaction in a new outpost. The innkeepers were normally the gossip of the outposts, the ones who know the regulars and the wary of newcomers. They already made a commotion. If the Miraclum was truly following them. This innkeeper could remember them, the black dog, the patchworked outfits. They stood out too much. The short walk to the counter was filled with heart-pounding, worst-case scenarios. Torture, recapture, death, those were just some of the scenes going on in her head.\n\nA clink of her coin purse on the desk ended those thoughts, at least for now. Morwen looked up to the aging innkeeper. The twins eyes were a little too big for her sunken face, hair wild and frizzed from her days in the elements and lips chapped. She huffed, \"Do you have vacancy?\" Her voice did not waiver, but only spoke loud enough for the innkeeper to hear. She gripped tightly to her brother's hand."
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"value": "Morgen kept pace with his sister easily enough, hoping his own... somewhat confident movements would lend her some courage. He knew that she was afraid of being memorable, she was always afraid of that. In the beginning, when they had first run away, he had been the one fearful, always asking his sister what if they got caught, what if they found them? As the days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, and months into almost two years, he had slowly but surely lost that fear. The Miraculum were a large group, and surely they didn't have the time for a couple of kids who happened to bail late one night. They likely had runaways fairly often, and he doubted they cared enough to spend the time or resources on tracking down every last deserter. It was the Bloodhounds that worried him more, and their notorious reputation for being rather merciless. They wouldn't see a couple of kids; they'd see targets for elimination. He took some solace in the fact that the hunters tended to target real threats: mutations in the Wastelands, cells of the Miraculum, Enchanters or Conduits who were actually wreaking havoc. All he and his sister wanted was to get back home. \n\nThe barkeep narrowed her eyes down at Morwen; apparently even the sight of coin did not lessen her suspicion. \"Whar'd ye steal this from, then?\" It must have been a rhetorical question, because one hand darted out with rattlesnake speed to snatch up the coinpurse. She dumped the contents carelessly on the counter top and scrutinized the cores. \"Three fer a room,\" She said, matter-of-fact, and pinned three of the poorly-milled coins down with ink-stained fingertips. She didn't replace the rest of the coins in the pouch, leaving that to Morwen... but at least, hard as the woman seemed, she wasn't about to rip off a couple of kids. She was honest. \n\nMorgen gave his sister's hand a reassuring squeeze. His eyes were open again, but his head was still bowed, sightless gaze downcast. They'd get away from this old buzzard and into a nice room. Even if it wasn't really all that nice, any room was nicer than having to spend another night out in the Wastelands."
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"value": "A small wave of relief came over the older twin. Only three coins, compared to the last inn this was a steal. No over charging for the dog, or having s brother, or some version of an age charge. An honest inn so close to home, that was a good sign. Was trade finally good again? Did the money their parents got from selling her and her brother get them to survive the oncoming winter? Maybe they were at the market right now! \n\nMorwen kept her face passive, she hurriedly scooped the remaining cores into her bag. She took the key, \"Thank you.\" She bowed her head to the elder inn keeper.\n\nThe door creaked loudly as it was pushed open. The room was basic. A bed, a desk, a chair and a small opening in the wall that could be called a window. Morwen dropped her things and tested out the bed. It was a shoddy four post bed, the mattress a flimsy sack filled with hay and the pillow was missing. There was a thin blanket folded on top. Morwen giggled. She let go of Morgen's hand and flopped on top of the bed. \n\nShe rolled to her back to stare at the rickety ceiling. \"Morgen.\" The twin sat up quickly, \"Morgen we're almost home!\" She giggled again, \"Just one more day, then, bam. I can finally show you what Mom's flower garden looks like!\""
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"value": "Morgen smiled as he listened to his sister flop about on what must have been the bed in the room. He took a few careful steps away from her, one hand extended to feel for the wall. Hands hard and scarred from a lifetime of discovering the world by touch brushed lightly against the stony wood wall and he began to pace about the length of the room, with the walls as his guide, determining how big it was. \n\n\"Forget the garden,\" He turned his head a little in her direction. \"I can't wait to see what mom'n dad look like. What Micah and Mordred and Myles and Maaria and baby Maddy look like. I guess maybe she isn't really a baby anymore though...\" It occurred to him that their parents might have even had another child while they were away, and this excited him, too. He loved being a big brother; the more the merry, right?\n\nHis hands felt a sudden absence in the wall, and a stale breeze fell across his face as he turned to the \"window\". There were no curtains here, but on either side of the window were poorly-crafted shutters so that patrons might close themselves off from the sounds and smells of the market beyond. Morgen stood at the window for a while, relishing the breeze, the noises and scents he caught wafting their way. The market would be winding down soon, he knew; the sun would be setting, and the storm still loomed, threatening to strike, in the distance. Rain would come overnight."
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"value": "Age: Appears around 19, is actually at least 400 years old.\n\nRace: Vampire\n\nAppearance: \nBlack hair and amber eyes, around 5'8\" with a relatively slim build.\n\nAbility: Hypnosis, retractable fangs, immortal.\n\nPersonality: Alex is a friendly guy. He enjoys the company of humans and, since he has been able to, has always blended in. He isn't overly social, but doesn't mind spending time with his few friends.\n\nBio: After around a hundred years, Alex built up a resistance to sunlight, meaning he could easily spend time outside during the day, without being harmed. Since then he has done his best to blend in, taking life force rather than drinking blood, and learning to do so from a distance. Now he takes small, unnoticeable amounts of life force from various people in a small area, so that he can survive and they don't receive any negative effects. He currently attends college and one of his closest friends was starting soon. His only issue was that she seemed to know when someone wasn't human, but she hadn't seen through him... Yet."
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"value": "Victoria shouted and stumbled to a halt when Alex all but appeared in front of her. In her haste to keep from running into him, she slipped on the loose gravel and fell backwards. She caught herself on part of the fire escape and just managed to keep from hitting the ground.\n \"...But there's something in this alley...\"\n \"Yeah,\" she said in a shaky whisper as she pulled herself up and backed away from him, her eyes wide and glistening. \"You.\"\n She shook her head at his request to come with him and his claim of an explanation. She would hear none of it. No more excuses. No more lies. She had chosen to let someone in, and it backfired in the worst of ways. Like it always did. That it was to one of his kind…\n \"I don't ever want to see your face again,\" she interrupted before he could get past \"I'm sorry,\" her voice an octave high than normal even in its quietness. \"Leave. Me. Alone, filthy bloodsucker!\" She managed to shout the last, then turned once more to leave the alley, searching for anything she could use as a weapon to fend him off if he tried to stop her again."
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"value": "Alex sniffed the air. The something that was in this alley was a Shade. Hidden in shadow. He only realised that's what it was as it lunged.\n\"Victoria look out!\" He shouted as he darted between her and the Shade, which slashed it's claws down his chest, as he blocked Victoria from harm.\nThe Shade, thwarted, melted back into the shadows and slithered away, leaving Alex bleeding.\nAlex gasped, trying to take in as many deep breaths as possible. He healed quickly, but Shade wounds took longer than most. They had a light poison that coated their claws. It wasn't lethal, at least not to vampires, it just meant the wound would take much longer to completely heal.\n\"Damn Shades. I thought they were extinct.\" He growled as he pushed his hand against the gashes in his chest, trying to slow the bleeding."
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"value": "Victoria glanced over at her name. Movement in the dumpster's shadow drew her attention. The world seemed to go in slow motion as the hideous, skull-like face of a creature lunged out from the shadow itself, bony, clawed fingers reaching for her.\n Her scream stuck in her throat, and she tried to throw herself away, but it was too close, and, in the split second it took to register the grotesque face coming at her, she knew it.\n But then Alex was standing there between her and it, the monster's claws slashing him instead of her as she landed on the concrete. She pushed herself away until her back hit the wall as the beast shied away from him. It bore its mouthful of fangs, then fled.\n Victoria let out a heavy, squeaky breath. She gasped at the blood soaking into the tears in Alex's shirt. \n Part of her wanted to help him, to thank him, but the other, louder part urged her to take advantage of the situation and run. She got to her feet, one hand gripping her bottle pendant as tightly as she dared, and inched down the alley, but the weakness in her knees made at least part of that decision for her. No matter how badly she wanted to leave, she doubted she would get far.\n \"A... what?\" she breathed, taking another couple steps away, her hand sliding along the rough bricks. She glanced between Alex and the shadow the dumpster cast."
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"value": "Alex sighed, struggling to his feet after being knocked down by the attack. \"A Shade. They lurk in the shadows and attack unsuspecting humans before dragging them back to their hideouts and eating them.\" He said, gritting his teeth slightly as he moved. \"They were wiped out a couple of centuries ago. They aren't very intelligent, so they aren't very subtle. Evidently though, at least one escaped.\"\nAlex leaned back against the wall a second and looked toward Victoria. \"Look, I know you've lost your trust in me, and I completely understand that, but Nyaira will be heading this way any second and trust me when I tell you she is dangerous. I can protect you from her, but not out in the open, and especially not like this.\" He told her, gesturing at his bleeding torso."
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"value": "Victoria looked away when Alex shifted his gaze to her. She gave a mirthless chuckle as he continued.\n \"She's here for you, not me.\" She shook her head slightly and swallowed hard, her thumb rubbing the pendant.\nShe dared a glance at him when he gestured to his wound, but looked back to the ground between them when the pang of knowing what he was hit. Her heart beat impossibly faster from the fear, panic, and hated vampires had instinctively instilled upon her since she was a young child.\n \"I can't do this right now,\" she said in a pained whisper. \"I-I have to go.\" She rushed from the alley. She cast a quick glance behind her, a glimmer of concern for him in her eyes, before she pressed on, trying to recall the few streets and directions she had memorized that lead to the college.\n\n* * * \n Nyaira stood near a building, absently messing with her phone. She had contemplated calling Luc, but thought better of it. No, she would make absolutely certain she had found the one he wanted. The girl had definitely figured out what Alex was, but whether from deduction surprising for a human, or 'the sight,' she could not say for sure.\n She had easily tracked the two into the alley, and now waited out of view, the alley's opening always in her sights. When the human left at long last, Nyaira pushed from the wall and pursued, careful to keep her scent contained and remain unseen in case Alex was close behind."
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"value": "Alex sighed. He knew Nyaira. Enough to know that she always targeted the weaker link to get what she wanted. Vampires, when unable to convince people, would threaten the people they cared about to get what they wanted.\nHe had to go after Victoria, but he knew it would be difficult with his chest in this state. He cursed himself under his breath. His chest was healing, but not fast enough.\n\"Illyad!\" He called out. \"I know you can hear me!\"\nA figure emerged from, seemingly nowhere.\n\n\"What is it?\" Illyad asked rather shortly. Evidently Alex had disturbed him from something important.\n\n\"Victoria. The girl. She's in danger. Nyaira, an old acquaintance of mine, is pursuing her. I can't go after her in this condition. I need your help.\" He admitted, though reluctant to do so.\n\n\"You want me to protect the girl?\" Illyad asked.\n\n\"Please.\" Alex begged.\n\n\"And what do you offer me in return?\"\n\n\"Anything.\" Alex told him. \"Whatever you want. It's yours if I can give it to you.\"\n\n\"You know what I want, vampire. I am a warlock, and your essence is particularly rare. A remorseful vampire is a rare find indeed.\"\n\n\"Fine. You can have it.\" Alex told him, knowing it meant further injury, but not caring at this point. \"But not until she is safe.\"\n\n\"And I have your word?\"\n\n\"I promise you.\" Alex told him. \"As soon as Victoria is safe from harm, you can take it.\"\n\n\"Okay then. I shall return for you.\" And at that, Illyad disappeared like a mirage.\n\nAlex began moving toward the mouth of the alley, wincing as he did so. He knew he needed time to heal, but he wasn't sure Illyad would be able to protect Victoria for long, and he needed to make sure she was safe. He would heal on the way to finding her."
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"value": "When Alex did not follow, something between relief and concern for him settled heavily in Victoria's heaving chest. He had found her once, and she did not want him to find her again. He knew her well. Too well. Patterns, behaviors... from what little she knew, his kind were rather attentive at the worst of times.\n When her legs started to protest, she slowed to a brisk walk. She had to act different, opposite. So, despite every instinct telling her to run and hide every time she caught a glimpse of a supernatural, she kept to the crowds, carefully steering clear of every shadow she could. When she finally found a main street she recognized, she hurried down it, hoping she went toward the school. \n Her fingers never released her pendant. The feeling that she had let her parents down made her stomach churn. After all, she had let one of the very things that killed them into her life.\n He saved me from that... that shade, though, a small voice reminded in the back of her mind. \n She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. But I wouldn't have even been in that alley in the first place if it wasn't for him.\n\n* * *\n Nyaira slunk easily behind the girl, suspicious, yet thankful, for Alex's absence. She watched the girl as they went, a vulture waiting for its prey to die. Then, she noticed Victoria's behavior toward a few people; she moved away, fear crossing her face as she looked toward the ground. \n Nyaira made it a point to walk near them, and every time, their scent told her they were one kind of supernatural or another.\n She had found the one Luc wanted. Of that, she was certain.\n\n* * *\n \"Well, hello!\"\n The darkly cheerful voice made Victoria's blood run cold. She choked back a sob when she turned to see Nyaira approaching her. She stumbled back and looked around at all the other people walking the sidewalk. Though not as crowded as the square, a few handfuls of people, both alone and in groups, passed by.\n \"Victoria, right? Alex's friend.\" Nyaira gave her what looked like an attempt at a friendly smile, but the sadistic glimmer in her eyes made Victoria shrink back.\n She turned to run, but the vampire was beside her in an instant. Nyaira locked Victoria's arm in hers, her grip painfully tight.\n Victoria whimpered as she placed an arm around her shoulders. She tried to push away, to stop, but Nyaira easily forced her forward.\n \"You and I have some things to talk about, peu mortel.\" Nyaira pulled Victoria tighter into her side, all but dragging her along with her as a small group of men in suits passed by. \"Come. Take a walk with me.\""
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"value": "Illyad remained hidden, watching and waiting. He didn't want to announce his presence too soon, as vampires had a keen ability to adapt very quickly to their situation. Or at least the ones he knew did. They tended to be resourceful, and Nyaira was no exception.\nOf course, the difference was, Illyad had some powerful magic behind him. With a flick of his wrist he could reduce Nyaira to a pile of dust. Of course, that wasn't what he was going to do. His promise was to protect Victoria, not destroy her attacker."
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"value": "Victoria struggled against the woman's hold, but her efforts were rewarded only by Nyaira digging her nails painfully into the girl's arm.\n \"A friend of mine's rather interested in your...\" Nyaira paused and looked around the street, her eyes narrowed. \"Gift,\" she finished.\n Victoria was sure her heart stopped for a moment as Nyaira turned down another street. \n \"W-what gift?\" Victoria managed in little more than a frightened whisper. She looked pleadingly toward a couple walking down the street, trying to catch their eye, but neither noticed.\n Nyaira threw her head back and laughed. \"Playing dumb won't do any good, enfant pathétique.\" Her sweet voice and vicious smile made Victoria squirm. Nyaira glanced to the couple. \"Don't even think about calling for help. Even if someone did come, I would snap their necks before they even blinked.\"\n Victoria swallowed hard, and looked back to the sidewalk, her heart pounding in her chest with a vengeance.\n \"This is me!\" Nyaira nodded to a car and single-handedly pulled a set of keys from her purse.\n Victoria could not help but gawk at the LaFerrari sitting in the parking space. Its red paint glistened in the sunlight. Her mild admiration of the car ended when Nyaira forced her to it and opened the passenger door.\n \"In you go.\" Nyaira shoved her to the open door, carefully blocking any chance of escape. \"Run, and I'll break your legs.\"\n Victoria entered the car with deliberate slowness. As soon as she was in, Nyaira shut the door.\n There has to be a way out of this, she thought as the vampire headed to the driver's side, her thoughts frantic and hot tears making her vision swim. There has to be!"
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"value": "Illyad materialised in the back of the car, making sure that he was still cloaked to Nyaira, but visible to Victoria.\n\n\"Ssssh.\" He whispered. \"Alex has sent me to protect you. Only you can see or hear me, do NOT let Nyaira know I am here.\" He told Victoria. \"As long as you keep quiet, I will make sure that whatever happens, you will not be harmed.\" He kept his eyes on Nyaira as he spoke.\n\nAlex eventually managed to find himself back in his apartment, where he bandaged himself up tightly, slowing the flow of the bleeding. Within a few hours he would be fully healed, but he couldn't deal with not knowing until then, so he began making his way elsewhere. Nyaira would want to bargain with him, and therefore would be holding Victoria somewhere. He could find wherever the base she had was easily."
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"value": "Slick Drake\n\n\n\nBasics\nEpithet: \"Oilburn\" Slick\n\nRace: Human\n\nAge: 19\n\nGender: Male\n\nAppearance: Slick is 5'5 with green hair and green eyes, typically wears simple single color shirts along with a green jacket over it, black pants, fingerless gloves, and black boots when on deck. When fighting in enclosed quarters he wears a gas mask on top of all this so he doesn't inhale smog from his fires, otherwise he just keeps it clipped to the waist of his pants. Somewhat pale, has lots of burn scars on his hands.\n\nPosition: Cook and Weapon Repairsman.\n\nBounty: 5,000,000 Beris, wanted for Serial Arson\n\nJolly Roger: A charred skull dripping oil with green flames surrounding it in a circle.\n\nBackground\nAmbition: To find the gun and sword of Gol D. Roger.\n\nLikes:* Fire\n* Weapons\n* Cooking\n* Gol D Roger\n* Money\n\n\n\nDislikes:* Marines\n* Wasting Food\n* Bees\n\n\n\nQuirks: Slick regularly obsesses over any new weapon he may come across, studying the weapon and taking notes immediately upon seeing it even if the user is in the middle talking. His unique laugh is \"Kekekekekek!\" Slick is also a bit of a kleptomaniac and will regularly steal stuff just to see if he can get away with it.he has actually built up a small hoard for himself. If he thinks something would be interesting to light on fire he will try to light that thing on fire with the matches he always carries with him. He also believes his fires are works of art.\n\nPersonality: Slick is a pretty jovial guy, rarely in a bad mood unless something actually bad is happening. Tends to laze about when there's nothing important to be done or he'll go through his stash of stolen items to make sure everything is in good condition. He is afraid of drowning as most Devil Fruit users are, but his more prominent fear is of bees. If he sees a beehive or a swarm of bees he will likely go for his flamethrower immediately. Slick is also a very curious person, whether it be how flammable something is or how a device works. He likes helping people out but he won't go out of his way to help others if it's gonna be a long arduous task, not unless everyone else decides to. And the most important thing of all, Slick loves fire. He loves fire so much, fire is one of his favorite things ever really, which is why he always carries matches with him.\n\nHistory: Slick grew up on a small island in the South Blue, born to a pair of blacksmiths and repairmen. He was raised on learning how gun barrels were made and how to clean a cannon, basically everything a child should never know. One day when he was 6 a group of drunk pirates had come to his parents to have their guns and swords repaired after a hard battle with the Marines, when they left they forgot some of their treasure on the island, the most important one being a mysterious Devil Fruit they had planned on selling. Now Slick was a hungry 6 year old, not knowing how valuable it was he took a bite of it. It was absolutely disgusting, it tasted like gasoline (not that he knew what that was) but he had already taken a bite of it and he had been taught to never waste food so he swallowed it down like a champ.\n\nThis was a horrible idea, for this was the Oiru Oiru Fruit, a Logia type Devil Fruit that turned you into an Oil man. Slick began to melt into a puddle of oil immediately, which was quite terrifying for a 6 year old. As he panicked and flailed his arms about he splashed highly flammable oil everywhere and knocked over a lantern, setting his home on fire. He struggled to maintain his human form and ran outside, his parents did not make it out with him. Orphaned at the age of 6 he was horribly traumatised by the whole incident, mentally locking away the ability to physically become oil so he could never kill someone close to him like he killed his parents. Instead he sought to control what killed them, fire.\n\nHe spent the next 13 years of his life tinkering with various ideas and mastering the use of his powers in conjunction with fire, he also rebuilt his parents business and began repairing weapons for pirates. Over the years he became enamored by tales of Gol D Roger and his prowess in battle, some stories had him destroying entire armies with one placed bullet while others would make him out to be a master swordsman. Either way, Slick wanted these legendary weapons, he wanted to be just as strong as Gol D Roger was. but to do that he needed to get a hold of his weapons. So he set off on his journey at the age of 19.\n\nCombat Specialties\n\nSkills and Abilities: Talented repairsman in regards to all different types of weapons, is somewhat skilled in the art of inventing new weapons. Great cook, spent a lot of his life learning to cook for himself. Very fast and somewhat strong, he built up muscles from hammering metal. \nDevil Fruit: Oiru Oiru Fruit (Oil Oil Fruit): A Logia with the ability to let the user turn into oil and endlessly produce oil, Slick has currently mentally handicapped himself so he can only use it like a Paramecia.\n\nHaki: N/A\n\nGear: Custom Flamethrower, built to be fueled directly by Slick even in the middle of combat.\n\nFighting Style: Slick likes to stay away from his opponent and control the battlefield, either by covering it in oil or covering it in oil and the lighting said oil on fire. \n\nTechniques: Oil Oil Skate: Slick covers the bottom of his shoes in oil and skates around the battlefield at high speeds, leaving a trail of oil behind him as he does so.\nOil Oil Getaway: Slick covers the ground in oil and then lights it on fire, leaving no way for the opponent to reach Slick as he runs away. Also applicable to deadly effect in sea battles, pouring oil into the ocean, waiting for the enemy ship to sail through the oil and then lighting it all on fire.\n\nNakama\nCrewmate Name: \nCaptain Boone - Slick only kinda respects Boone, sure he's the captain but he hasn't done anything quite memorable enough for him to be truly worth respect. They get along pretty well, but Slick doesn't quite respect Boone despite his status as captain. If it really came down to it, Slick would actually take his position in a heartbeat. He does enjoy his stories though and likes to ask several questions to get details. \n\nCaesar Inu - Caesar and Slick get along, mainly because Slick likes to talk about fire during his therapy sessions and Caesar appreciates that Slick knows how to relax unlike most members of the crew.\n\nBonesword - Slick likes Bonesword for 3 reasons. One he can make a lot of flammable stuff which is super great, he can make ingredients for cooking which is nice, and he really wants to see how milk affects a living skeleton. Whenever someone is arguing about stuff with Bonesword he'll generally take Bonesword's side, something about the little dude is endearing to him.\n\nLily Merrycure - Slick gets annoyed with her occasionally when she offers to take over cooking, but does his best to remember that she's just trying to help. He was talking about fire once and she mentioned lighting the fires in people's hearts, Slick took this a little too literally and now thinks she wants him to light people's hearts on fire. Not that he has a problem with that, he quite likes the idea. He finds it a little weird that she tries to mother him considering they're only two years apart, but he takes it in stride. He's very interested in her strange symbiote and wonders how flammable it is. Final note, Slick bugs her from time to time about creating more flammable oils and compounds for him to use. When she doesn't he will either back off for the day or just try and swipe some stuff from her to try and figure it out himself. He has caused more than one explosion on the ship.\n\nFeya - Slick hates hearing about the food pyramid so much, he occasionally sees the food pyramid chasing him in his nightmares. Slick tries to avoid her as much as humanly possible, not out of hate but out of pure unadulterated fear. No human should eat so much every single day. Occasionally he steals from her but after the 3rd time he found his door broken down and the protein powder gone he stopped. Now he just lays down oil in front of her door every now and then. Whenever she starts nagging Bonesword about working out he'll side with Bonesword, but is strangely silent when milk gets brought up. He really wants to see Bonesword drink milk.\n\nDirk - Slick is kinda indifferent to Dirk, he recognizes the guy doesn't like him too much but doesn't mind. Dirk likes his cooking so he's alright in Slick's book."
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"value": "Meeting the New Crew II\nBonekid sat down at the table, only to find his face barely met up past the thing. A few vines rose slowly out of the seat of the chair as they lifted Bonekid up to sit properly at the table, acting as a sort of makeshift booster seat. The Shroomblade sat right beside him as he stared at the bowl in front of him, the spoon beside it intimidating him beyond belief. Ignoring the bowl presented to him immediately, Bonekid looked around the room at everyone in it. \n\nThere was the pirate ninja, who looked incredibly dope and super cool. Bonekid could learn a thing or two from him in regards to stealth, it seemed like.\n\nThere was the muscular and hairy man who had caught Feya's attention. Was he a fruit user? His appearance bore striking resemblance to what was described as that one fruit he read about in his encyclopedia. \"Model - Lion\" was all he could remember.\n\nThere was the drunken doctor. He reminded Bonekid of Boone, unsurprisingly, but it was more like a cross between Boone and Mom put together.\n\nThere was the badger, which caused Dirk's eyes to twitch. She seemed really frickin' badass for a badger, and Bonekid wanted to learn about her. Heck, maybe she was a fruit user too.\n\nThen there was K. Runch, the captain of the crew and user of the Bori-Bori-no-Mi. Bonekid had his encyclopedia nearby so he could draw the captain and chronicle the details of the Bori-Bori-no-Mi for after he handled the task ahead of him.\n\nShooting a look at Dirk, Bonekid responded to his question first. \"Y-you I guess...?\" Honestly that was a white lie. Bonekid's truest friend was the Shroomblade, but there was one person who came before it, that being his Mom. She was a bit sleepy right now, but he wasn't afraid. She'd be back up and happy again in no-time flat!\n\nNow for the real problem. Bonekid took a bit of the cereal in his spoon as he put it into his gullet, the cereal obviously trickling out of his jaw and into his shirt along with the milk from the spoon. It... tasted like nothing. Of course it would. Bonekid couldn't eat anything and taste it with how his body worked. Still, he didn't want to upset the captain. \"I-I'm sorry Captain Runch, but I'm not hungry. It tastes great, but I'm just... not hungry.\" Honestly it probably did taste better than Slick's cooking. Everything he made was just so... greasy. Bonekid always took milk, though, so it made Slick hap-\n\nWait what the what.\n\nIs that TASTE?\n\nBonekid sat there in the seat for a good minute after he said he couldn't taste the cereal, realizing that he finally could taste it. It was horribly delayed, but it actually made him feel the sensation of taste. It was a long time since he lost it, but now that it was there, it was... really freaky. In a good way.\n\nStill, he couldn't force himself to eat it despite it being amazing since he could actually taste it. He wasn't even sure if it was good."
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"value": "Captain Cedric D. Boone - New Friends\n\nAs Slick completely misread the situation, Boone could only grit his teeth in annoyance. His own crew attacking their hosts was not a good sign of friendship. Boone yelled out to Slick, \"Wait, Slick! Its not what yo-\" Just then, a shadowy figure pinned him to the ground in a flash! Boone stood mouth agape, Lilliana in arms. He shook his head and continued forward, \"Just a misunderstanding sir, dont kill him, he just...likes to burn things.\" \n\nCedric set Lilli down at a spot at the table and sat next to her. Their hosts were quite eccentric to put it mildly. Then again, the Red Rums weren't exactly normal either considering one of them straight up assaulted their hosts without warning.\n\nIn Boone's bowl laid large red pellets. Once the milk was poured the white liquid became almost blood red. Cedric eyed it cautiously and then chuckled, \"I suppose if you wanted to turn us in you would have beaten us already, Bawhahahaha!\" Boone took a large bite with his spoon and tasted an intoxicating cereal. One the likes of which he had never experienced before. Alcoholic cereal. It was a very high percentage of alcohol. \n\nWithin a few short moments Cedric was slurping up the final remains of the red milk. \"Ahhh..that was delicious. *hic* You have got to get me the recipe!\""
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"value": "Appearance:\n\n She's 5.8 ft tall. \n\nAge: 29\n \nSex: Female\n\nClass: Mercenary Engineer\n\nPsyker Powers: None\n\nEquipment \n\nArmor: \n -Reinforced leather jacket, pants. \n -Custom Armor plating – Created by using parts of salvaged imperial power armor. Multiple modifications and corrections were made for it to fit its new role. Barely resembles its origin.\n -Armored leather boots with inbuilt powerful electromagnets.\n -A pair of armored gloves.\n \nWeapons:\n -'White Skull' Las Pistol – a heavily modified version of the standard issue laspistol, this work of engineering has been created by Vala herself. It has almost triple the power draw of a normal laspistol, making it more useful than it's original, but it depletes powercells quickly and the wear on the weapon is increased, making the need for replacement parts quite frequent. She has created only 3 of these with the other two now destroyed. It's kept on a holster on her right hip.\n - MAG Autogun MkIV(Shelly) - An autogun that fires hexagonal solid projectiles. The projectiles are about 6 cm in length and 0.7 cm in diameter. She acquired this specific gun or at least what was the remnants of a gun while on one of the many lawless space stations scattered across the fringes of Imperium space. After a lot of tinkering and experimentation she managed to create a workable and actually useful variant of it. It has the same range as a standard autogun. Its flat projectiles/slugs are propelled using a system of incredibly powerful electromagnets. The rifle uses standard powercells. Devastating against lightly armored targets as causes both blunt and puncture damage with each slug. Lacks penetrating power against heavily armored targets, though still hits like a hammer. The rifle has 10 slugs per clip. Held on the right side of her back with a magnetic buckle.\n -'Nova' LAS Heavy Sniper. - This a custom made las sniper, she made in the last year. It's strength stands in both it's incredible power and armor penetration plus great range. It's almost entirely custom rigged from both original and standard technology. Instead of one great emitter like the standard heavy las weapons, this one uses 4 smaller ones. The first three fire slightly before the fourth which is arranged in between the other 3, thus at impact the first 3 create a weaken heated spot in the middle, which allows the fourth to more easily puncture through the armor. This weapon can hold 2 power cells for las cannons, allowing for 2 shots at a time, before needing reload. The barrels and powers are cooled by 2 other special slots where she puts old depleted power cells that serve as sinks for the heat generated during a shot, thus lengthening the lifespan of all parts. Still for safety purposes, the required waiting time between shots is at least 10 seconds.\n -Autopistol – Held in a holster on her left hip.\n-Short straight sword – She keeps it for when she's out of all her other weapons. Kept in a sheath across the left side of her back.\n -4 small frag grenades.\n\n Other equipment:\n -A forearm mounted grappling hook launcher – uses same electromagnetic tech as her rifle.\n -Known to also carry portable set of tools during missions.\n\nNotable Deeds:\n As a merc Val cannot really boast with deeds such as those of the soldiers of the Imperium, but she has stacked up a small list of accomplishments non the less.\n\n The Kroozer Gambit\n\n Hired by a Rogue Trader, away from the notable trade routes, Vala and her crew were tasked with bringing down a ork Kroozer that was discovered waiting in ambush for an unsuspecting transports. The Trader didn't want to damage his own vessel so he hired mercs to be his scapegoats while his ship would pass the sector, hoping to escape paying.\n\n Her crew immediately got suspicious of it and forged a plan to both do the job and get paid. Since what they had was a old modified transport ship, they pretended to be a random unsuspecting pray while a Vala and 4 of her crewmates took an assault boat. When the Kroozer moved to intercept their transport along with it's fighter escort, the assault boat rammed to the engine room. Following a lightning fast gunfight, they set 5 heavy explosives across the engines and left the ship just in time for the bombs to explode and cripple the vessel. During that time, their transport had led the escort wing straight to the Rogue Trader's vessel. Without support from the Kroozer, the trader managed to deal with the fighter escort. Their transport ship had susptained medium damages, but they got paid non the less. She later heard that an imperial Dauntless stumbled upon the Kroozer and destroyed it. Surely the Rogue Trader had taken all credit for disabling it…\n\n 3 days of darkness.\n\n Vala's crew had been forced to land on an uninhabited world when they came into confrontation with a light corsairs pirate vessel. Luckily for them the elder ship wasn't heavily armed and after an incredible accurate hit on their part, both vessels were forced to crash land.\n\n Vala's armed transport had taken a serious beating and given the degree of the damage it would have required at least a week to repair. Without given much choice in the matter they were forced into a fight for their lives. After 3 days of almost constant battling with the corsairs, Vala's crew managed to repel the enemy and grant her enough time to finish the repairs in a record time of 3 and a half days! They lost 5 people in that event, but finally managed to escape the planet.\n\n Death to the Infidel. \n\n While on a break from missions and traveling towards a nearby lawless space station for refuel and repair, Vala's transport suddenly shook heavily from the impact wave of an immense explosion. By the time they saw what was going on, the transport was knee deep in a chaos attack of two Infidel class escorts on the pirate station. \n \n The station's weak shields were quickly down, it's frankly old weaponry couldn't match the two escorts. As the transports around it were destroyed, Vala's ship found itself with no place to run. She and other 5 of her 15 crew members barely managed to get to the assault boat that also doubled as a escape capsule before their transport was blown to bits by 2 torpedos. With the destruction of the station, one of the Infidel class ships left to chase some ships that managed to escape the initial barrage while the other one stayed behind to finish wiping the place from anything that moved. Without place to land anywhere in the assault boat's range there was only one option left. They used the debris as cover from the batteries, they boarded the Escort's engine compartment like they had done in the past with the orks. \n\n It was a slaughter against the chaos marines their weapons didn't really carry much punch. It took Vala mere 2 minutes to set all the explosives and move back to her assault boat, but by the time she pulled the boat away from the chaos ship, she was the only one left. Alone and heavily wounded she watched with a big smile as the explosions took place, rendering it motionless in space… She laughed loudly as Imperial ships started warping about the place, probably having noticed the chaos presence."
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"value": "\"Good work on the Servo-Skulls Vala, let's just hope they can do their job and return to us in one piece.\" Andromedai had been pacing back and forth inside of the Warehouse, keeping an eye on its exterior while the mercenary engineer worked to convert Adrianne's Servo-Skulls. She ended up by Vala's side a few moments before she finished her work. \n\n\"All I need to do is to connect to their interface and tell them where to go and what to do.\" A small wire that came from the side of her data-pad was now plugged into the first Servo-Skull while her right hand worked tirelessly across its surface to enter in its new directive. \"The information I am entering into the Servo-Skulls should be simple enough for them to not mess up. Basically their orders are to head to a safe vantage point of each remaining anti-aircraft canon and transmit a number of important details not only back to us, but also the Imperial Guard headquarters. Once that happens, our artillery cannon's will take care of the rest for us.\" \n\nAndromedai would pause as the sound of a thundering engine in the distance that grew, she knew Adrianne had been trying to get the Ork Warbike to work but seeing her on the xenos vehicle, bothered her. \"Adrianne! Get off of that Warbike before I decide to do something I'll probably regret. Riding on that Ork machine is Techno-Heresy, and I will have none of that.\" \n\nShortly after Adrianne had parked the bike and gotten off of it, the Warbike fell apart right before their eyes and ended up a pile of scrap metal. Andromedai looked at the mess of metal before nodding her head in approval at its current condition and demise. \"That problem fixed itself, a fitting end.\"\n\nAfter a short while of searching, Andromedai found a chair to sit in before dragging it back downstairs and into the middle of the warehouse, where the rest of her squad was waiting. Taking a seat, she pulled out her data-pad and pressed a button on its screen, sending the two Servo-Skulls out and towards their destination. She watched them leave then fade into active camouflage, disappearing from sight. \n\n\"We should keep an eye on the one that is heading the furthest into enemy territory, if it fails to reach its objective, we will have to go there ourselves. That goes for both of them actually.\" This was not what she wanted to happen, and hopefully the mission would go smoothly."
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"value": "Adrianne watched as her servo skulls slithered off at Aviza's command; the black steel bionic skeletal spines slithering around in the air behind them as they moved like an underwater snake; before they vanished in a glimmering as active camouflage was activated.\n\n\"Wait! I didn't know they had that utility!\"\n\nBehind her mask, Adrianne's violet eyes (un)visibly widened as she just realized she had been missing out on such an incredible feature of her servo skulls! She had had them for at least three months! How had she not realized that feature until now?!\n\n\"I knew I should have read the instruction manual... \" Adrianne mumbled with a sour tone under her breath, before turning towards the rest of the group as it gathered beneath the ancient gothic hallways and cathedrals of the mechanicum storage depot. Everywhere she went, imperial architecture, even that of the mechanicum, always oozed with religious symbolism; to the point that if anyone had simple removed the metal storage containers and random workbenches scattered around the storage house, one could easily have confused the building as a place of worship.\n\n\"My servo skulls should be able to get the mission done in but a faction of the time it would take us to get there!\" Adrianne proclaimed as she removed her skeletal mask with a click and a hiss, letting her long, ashen white hair flow free as she eyed the rest of the group with her violet eyes.\n\n\"But... even though I am certain they will succeed, we will still need a place to reconvene with our aerial pick up once the the mission is done. The Greenskin are not known for their tactics, but they will converge on this area once the remaining artillery bombardments strike. I can feel the very air around us simmer with excitement... and it isn't our excitement.\"\n\nShe finished, throwing a look at the rest of the group and letting her gaze pass over them. For most of the group, it was a matter of looking down; with the one exception being of course the group's resident human-main-battle-tank Nergui who was the only one to tower above her.\n\n\"If the servo skulls complete their mission, then the safest thing would be to leave now. Then we would have a headstart on the Orks once the fun starts!\""
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"value": "Ansgar watched the servo skulls pass by his position, watching them fade into invisibility, his position didn't change beyond bringing the scope up to his eyes, checking to see if he could detect them as they departed through the scope. No luck, which was unfortunate, he would have to rely on other means for detecting the servo skulls whenever they deployed whatever was making them invisible. Of course, he put that to the back of his mind, focusing on the task at hand while the Psyker decided to run her mouth off about beginning to withdraw, ever so certain in her modified tools that had not been tested in this kind of situation yet, not with their new modifications. No, that would be both arrogant and foolish to just withdraw under the assumption that they would complete their job before completing it.\n\n\"Ma'am, beginning extraction movements before the mission is completed based on the assumption that equipment, untested with its current modifications, will complete the objective is reckless and foolhardy. Should they fail, that places us even farther away from the target, with the Orks alerted to the fact their other position is targeted already. Which means a fight, which they will swarm, to my understanding.\" Leave it to be that, for the Krieger, the most he had spoken in a given period of time was admonishing another for what he saw as a foolish suggestion. He still remained opposed to the idea of having relied on modified mechanical tools to do their job, but the Celestian had decided to go through with it, so that was that and he would not be saying anything further on the matter in that regard.\n\nGlancing back to meet the Psyker's violet gaze, Ansgar narrowed his eyes slightly at the fact she had gone and removed her helmet already, like this was some training expedition on a pleasure world instead of in an abandoned storage building in the rain. Though the fact that he had insulted both the handiwork of their resident Tech Expert, for lack of better terms, and the Psyker meant little to him. He said what he saw was necessary, and left it at that. Turning back to his scanning of the approach to the main door, he would do several checks with his eyes, before bringing the scope up and using its low light settings to amplify the shadows that he could not readily make out with his own natural vision. The only noise that could be heard now from the Krieger was the slight wheeze that was tell tale of the Krieg issued rebreather, not loud enough to alert their surroundings however, as they would have not been issued then."
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"value": "Species: Human\n\nAge: 28\n\nGender: Female\n\nAppearance: Shorter than average, dark hair, somewhat sun-kissed skin from outdoor activity, and way less scars than one would've expect. Usually clad in mail hauberk adorned with pieces of banners from felled foes (or a pretty dress, at rarer occasion), and always with at least one weapon in her person.\n\n\n\nBio: When Yvonne was born she's the only child to the opulent but very much declining house Rosenving, it took less than two more decades of ridiculous parties and all-around bad financial management before it was driven to the verge of bankruptcy. Naturally there comes the talk of marriage upon which Yvonne, an oddball obsessed with distinctly unladylike things like driving the business end of a weapon into someone's soft flesh, all but absconded with her great-grandfather's blade. The rest of her life was spent in a wild ride of mercenary work and avoiding (more commonly, well, thoroughly violencing) the men hired by her family and/or her would-be fiance to bring her back. Her journey brought her all round the three kingdoms and more, even after her ancestral home collapsed and pursuers stopped coming.\n\nInvited by promise of great reward and, among other thing, to try save the little henchman boy that used to follow her around (yes, that would be the prince), and the fact that she happen to be lurking around the border already, Yvonne stepped back toward the royal court of Kindeance once more. \n\nSkillset: Well versed in outdoor survival, knack for murder and violence, oddly high spatial awareness, dancing, easily thrives in chaotic situation, very good at intimidation, weaves pretty dang well, and is proficient using common melee weapons. Personally prefers the mace despite her title.\n\nSpells:\n-Mansplitter (Self-buff. Gain inhuman strength for a very short period. The stronger the effect, the greater the backlash.)\n-Warcry (AoE debuff. Inflict terror in a wide area. Greater effect on closer target, and greater effect on direction Yvonne is facing.)\n-Bloodlust (Passive. Haste, pain tolerance, and resistance to mental effect. Starts off weak but ramps up as the fight goes on.)\n-Resilience (Passive. Harder to injure, less affected by existing injuries, and heals a lot faster than normal at the cost of increased calorie usage.)\n\nEquipment: Daily necessities (preserved rations, a tin pot, medical supply, knapping, change of clothes, etc), adorned mail hauberk, the sword her great-grandfather wielded that probably never saw use since then until it landed in her hands, a heavy flanged mace, a rondel dagger.\n\nOther: Can be inserted to the plot any time it's convenient (or fun) to do so."
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"value": "Solomon Sparrow\nLocation: Fanghorn, Kindeance\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n It was much quieter up at the second floor. The faint sound of combat and further explosions shook the floor beneath Solomon was evidence enough. Dust scattered down from the ceiling and wafted in the air through the beams of sunlight from the near window. The room was obviously some kind of bed chamber, probably the baron's with how well furnished it was, with rugs and tapestries, and a large bed. After a quick look around, and finding the room empty, he noticed a magical box on the nearby table. It rested with runes glowing over its surface. What magic was contained inside Solomon wasn't sure. However, he did deem it best that the inhabitants of the keep not have access to it, with swift movement, Solomon tucked the box away.\n\n Now, as to his current mission to locate the prince. He held out his hand as another stream of energy radiated from the large tome near his back. It streamed in ribbons of silver and black mist culminating within his palm before dispersing into the air, as opposed to that of the ground. Slowly a white aura appear and then formed into the figure of a hideous woman. She was without legs, had long arms that ended in frail looking but lethal claws. Her skin held tightly to bone in form, warts and lashes about her angled face. Hair like static frilled all around, flowing general behind her head. Tattered dress with shredded frills around the hem covered her figure. She cackled before her eyes went wide and the form diminished back into a misshapen mass of ethereal ectoplasm and reconstituting into that of a child. An unassuming child in leggings, traveling vest, and short skirt entirely white with as her skin, the scenery behind visible through her form. She levitated inches above the ground, however her feet remained flat like she was standing on a flat surface.\n\n \"Violet.\"\n\n \"I know.\" She said softly. She looked up at the necromancer through the shadow of his hood. \"I'll help find him.\" The ghost of a little girl then disappeared. Violet was more or less a ghost for the purposes of what Solomon was doing. Freely able to travel through walls much like a shadow, Violet was able to do so completely invisible even if her movement was considerably slower. Likewise, she held more power within herself, hopefully able to better withstand the purge spell Solomon felt earlier. No wonder his shadows were so easily dismissed. Likewise, his skeletons were probably also gone. For now, it was him, his tempest, Bartholomew, and Violet. For now at least, it would be her and he searching room to room. Violet would head to the third floor while Solomon would remain at the second. \n\n Finished with his plan, Solomon once again became incorporeal and traveled through the door out into the hall. At the same time, he called upon the two shadows still on standby near August and also had them come to the keep. Should Asevor cast another purge, they would cease to be, but the more eyes within the keep the better. The quicker he could find the prince, the quicker he could evacuate him and return to aid his allies. As it stood, the battle quieted down, but Solomon doubted that meant the fight had ended. Though weak, he could still feel Bartholomew, and his fighting spirit was still burning.\n\n Speaking of the tempest Bartholomew, the purge spell had done a number on his already failing structural integrity. The flame upon his head diminished in luminosity, no longer burning white, but instead a cooler deep red in color. In no time, he was bent in half, collapsed to the ground, and shortly after used as a flail. As it was, he was not much use, but as he was caught in the vines, he reached out with his free hand and attempted to pull himself from Ragnar, should the redirect not free him. He was prepared for even if it meant losing the arm he was being swung by. Even without his legs and potentially missing an arm, Bartholomew would not give in, yet. If it was possible, he would swing himself using any remaining vines roots above and body slam the barbarian."
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"value": "[GM Post]\n\nWell now this was quite the pickle. Six of the mercenaries had perished, and just as many lost limbs in the short altercation. The baron, too, was part of the casualties. Asevor clicked his tongue in annoyance, that one death meant he no longer did the perfect job. And Antigone wasn't even present! By all right there's no mage that could match him in the surrounding area, yet they snuck a low blow on him regardless.\n\nUnacceptable.\n\n\"Bah, give a druid a moment and- Quit yammering, this is nothing.\"\n\nAs the magical bulwark was overlaid with vines, it darkened inside until the only source of light was the tesseract Asevor was constructing. The distraught mercenaries stopped their hushed whispers at the order, though the death and dismemberment half their rank just experienced had rendered their morale wavering they still had enough trust on the archmage's prowess. For now, at least.\n\nIt took some time to construct this one, the elderly mage needing to consult his notebook multiple times in the process. He couldn't see what's going on outside, what's with the vines physically and magically hindering the sight, but it's quite unlikely for his foes to have blown the door open. The clean up wouldn't be pretty, but this particular surprise wasn't an easy one to defend against. Tracing the final line into a vaguely serpentine abstract shape, Asevor pushed out the magical construct as it phased through the barrier and emerged outside.\n\n\"Caustic Cloud of Ruzpin.\"\n\nA few moment earlier, Ragnar's swing of the makeshift bludgeon was interrupted by the vines. It missed, the excess force separating the Tempest at the elbow joint. Bartholomew's attempt to swing back, meanwhile, also failed just as hard as the vines weren't made to support the still significant momentum of steel plates. The root came off the wall, the undead clattering back down on the floor.\n\nAt least he's away from Ragnar at the moment.\n\nThe northlander wasn't having a good time either. He abruptly realized that the electrifying current within his blood had dissipated, rendering him only as strong as he normally would. He stepped back again, this time picking up a chair for a weapon, but the experienced combatants wouldn't miss this chance. A few probes and they confirmed that the magical power-up had ran its course. Yvonne hooked the chair before dragging it down, making enough opening for Chounan to slash through an eye while Veronica landed a deep gash through the neck. There seemed to be some tug-of-war as the blood was pulled between the weapon and the juggernaut's veins, but in the end a glob was split off as the scythe greedily drank the crimson essence.\n\nAt that time, the glowing tesseract emerged from the shell. Veronica's eyes widen before it even took effect, stopping her assault to shout at the rest of her team.\n\n\"Acid fog incoming! We need to get out of here!\"\n\n*****\n\nNot far away, Solomon's search would find some more rooms. The presumably heirs' rooms were empty and seemingly unlived for some time, though it's kept clean and spotless still. There's a few guest rooms, empty save for one - it had a number of magical wards enclosing the entire room, Asevor's mana signature littered all over the formation. These weren't meant to be particularly strong, but enough that it'll take some effort to physically dismantle. Magical intrusion still would met some resistance, though not as severe, yet the biggest issue was that any trespassing attempt would've alerted Asevor of the fact.\n\nThe third floor was a rather clear split. About a third of it were servants' quarters and kitchen and whatnot, currently filled with cowering peasants unsure of what's going on with a number of them sporting injuries. The rest of it seemed to be where the mercenaries were housed, enough bedding for fifty men yet currently completely empty.\n\nA stairs up led to the battlement, the door leading up locked tight."
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"value": "The bearman stopped dead in his tracks as the glowing tessaract emerged from the vine encased barrier, then bloomed into a slowly spreading vapor that clung in the air.\n\nMore unbidden, but potentially useful memories drifted through his head then back out again. He and his dad had been trying to contain and reclaim the 'fungally overgrown' section of their home forest. His dad had warned him about the dangers of inhaling mists and particles, but had offered him one of his shirts, which he had plunked in the nearby stream.\n\n\"Don' breath 'at shi' in boy\" he had said, while extending the wetted shirt. \"Wrap dis 'round ya head, an' breaths through 'at.\"\n\nThe memory left as quickly as it came. The ominous cloud of mist continued to slowly rise into the room, causing the leaves on the vines to wilt almost on contact. He DEFINITELY did not want to breathe that in.\n\nThe pulled down curtain adorned the floor under his feet, which he quickly snatched up before scanning the room for something to wet it with. The elf woman's antics with the table had toppled all of the remaining drink decanters onto the floor rendering them useless for the task at hand. He needed something to wet it with, and soon-- As he hurriedly scanned the room, the realization that he had not gone to the little bear's room since Hdur came home to roost. He did not like the idea at all, but it was all he had to work with.\n\nDrawing and huffing an irritated breath, he hiked up the front of his robes, shoved the brilliant red curtain into place with one hand, leaned against the wall with the other, then relieved himself of the fluid fraction of the stew he had ate the previous day, until the curtain was sopping wet, and the pungent odor of \"male bear\" hit his nose-- which wrinkled at the prospect of what had to come next.\n\nHe gave the wad of cloth a momentary queeze to distribute the 'moisture' evenly, paused half a moment, then draped the odorous rag over himself as if it were a table cloth, and he a table. The only thing he could see was red fabric, and the scent of \"his own brand\" dominated his offended nose.\n\nHe growled, then turned toward the barred entrance door, and began to body slam it."
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"value": "Acid? Godspit. Yvonne had seen what a magically conjured glob of those could do to flesh, she wasn't about to linger around and find out how painful exactly it was to quite literally melt off your own bones. There were two exits. One's at the other side, beyond the damnable mage's barrier and out of reach. The other was the entrance that was locked earlier. Would it be easier to break the windows? No, those were all stone and way too narrow.\n\nThe entrance, then.\n\n\"Someone hold back Ragnar, go!\"\n\nDisengaging, the mercenary's eyes locked on the heavy axe forgotten in the corner. To think that it's useful now, huh? She picked it up, grimacing at the sheer weight of the weapon and the insanity of someone who crafted the whole damned thing out of metal, but that's a boon now. The door was at least two inches thick, regular axe just wouldn't make it.\n\nWith an angry yell, Yvonne tapped into her inner strength as she swung the axe with as much force as she could. Over and over. Then Cedar came barelling with his bulk, the two taking turn axing and slamming to the stupidly sturdy door.\n\nWill they make it? Yvonne didn't quite felt like turning back to look."
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"value": "Age: 24\nMagic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.\n\nAmplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.\n\nReflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.\n\nShape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'\nReinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.\nReinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered \"Forbidden\", but is not a taboo.\n\nWarp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.\nMagic Level: S\nHistory: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14\n\nAt age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, \"Parent Wannabees\". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.\n\nBy his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional. \n\nAround twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.\n\nPersonality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.\nTeam Members: None\nThree Strengths: \n1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.\n2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.\n3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.\nThree Weaknesses: \n1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.\n2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.\n3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.\nGreatest Love: Doesn't really have one.\nMotivation: To find where he belongs.\nAppearance: Mayt stands at 5'11\" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.\nAdditional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic."
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"value": "The black cat that was Kali was still carrying on, despite the familiar face. She wriggled, as if testing the boundaries of Sayuri's grip. \n\nJamie chuckled, \"If I told you, I'd be denied the chance of seeing the council suprirsed\" He smiled, looking over to Sayuri, \"She's an absolute gem. It's all helpful\" She said, looking back to Masahiko. \n\nAngelica was not pleased at this turn of events. Losing Kali as her eyes had stopped her seeing when Jamie was approaching. And Masahiko's daughter being with the Master of Phoenix Wing was just another nasty little shock. Kali hissed, growled, and tried to escape Sayuri once more. \n\n\"You have no right coming in here unannounced\" Angelica started, but Jamie never let her finish. \n\n\"What, so you can prepare for me? But I so love seeing you unstable and stumbling to regain your feet whenever I appear. Isn't that right, Jarvis?\" Jamie turned aside from Angelica, clearly dismissing her, to Jarvis. \n\n\"You do love seeing people surprised\" jarvis agreed easily, but his eyes seemed to watch everyone in the room. \n\nAnger crossed Angelica's face, and the room dimmed just slightly. \"Yes, well, I'd have to wonder why you come in announced, when it's starting to get dark, with your whole guild around. Why would someone do that, I wonder?\" She said, clearly getting her rhythm back. She walked around the room, meeting the eyes of the other council members. \"Why would someone do that, if they weren't planning something?\" \n\nJamie snorted, \"Not everything revolves around you, princess\" She said, smiling easily. \n\n\"When it clearly revolves around you\" Angelica shot back, but Jamie was enjoying himself now, and doing what he had set out to do, which was undermine everything Angelica did. \n\n\"Seriously, Jamie, which are you, male or female? No one knows\" Ted said. Jamie knew it was Ted, because Tim slapped his brother and said \"Ted! You can't just ask someone if they are girl or boy, what if they're embarrassed about their appearance?\" \n\nCarrie giggled, seemingly at ease now. Jamie smiled and said, \"Oh, there is one or two people that know. guess you haven't found them yet. Or managed to get them away from me\" And now Jamie looked to Angelica again. \"Not that you haven't tried. I protect my people, and Jarvis is just mine through and through\"\n\n------\n\nPenny held the Sound Ball close to her, listening to the goings on within the council room. It seemed like a lot of messing around, but Master Jamie was skilled at what she did. Penny could tell that he had a way, and was using it, to simply draw the council to what she wanted. \n\nThe sound ball seemed to work perfectly, and she poked Phones, to get his attention. \"Good job. The ball works perfectly\" Show appreciation. Find a way to work with them all."
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"value": "On the highest floor of the Magic Council's library, a shrouded young man could see a group of wizards suddenly walk into the library looking as if they were searching for something. While from that distant, he could see one of the amphibian employees of the Council, one that is quite old and with a green color skin, approach a brown hair man with a katana, \"Sir, you must be careful with these books that you are feeling. Especially since you are a wizard, who knows how much damage that you might do to these books that date back a hundred years ago. Instead, to help avoid any risks of damage to these books, tell me the book and maybe I can assist with your search. If not, then I will have to call security for your careless act of how you are treating these book.\"\n\nThe shrouded man left out a soft sigh and began to leave the library. *That green frog, however kind he may be, always takes these books too seriously. But I found the book that I needed for the private archives so I'll just let the guy help someone else instead.* he thought to himself while leaving.\n\n---\n\nKapu was close, but a call some how ended up up closer. An amphibian employee ran by and told Grane of some event going on in the Council's Chamber and advised that it would be best to turn the projection lacrima to see what was occurring. *I leave for a few minutes and something has to happen*, Grane thought to himself while the amphibian was quickly informing what was the situation from another amphibian at the Magic Council's building. The lacrima projection came back on in the chamber, but the projection was still showing its previous issue from before but Grane still carried on. \n\n\"So you must be Master Jamie of Phoenix Wing. I apologizes for not being there in person to greet you probably, but I tend to be out most of the time. But one does not have to suddenly barge into another person's home without stating their business and intentions here. I'll get to my points. As I am aware, you have multiple members of your guild here today, but I do not understand why you could not simply inform us of your sudden interest before you arrived to Kapu. Sure we might of denied it, but that does not give enough reason to my understanding as to why you would still come without at least putting that effort, unless you were in some hurry. There is also the the job you spoke of, from what I am told, you have yet to mention the specific of this job. Yes, you have mentioned that your members are searching our library, but you have not mention what it is that they seek.\n\nThere was a short pause where Grane tried to gather some air to help continue.\n \n\"What I am really trying to say right now is stop stalling with your little conversations with my fellow Council members and please state your specific reason as to why you have your guild here without even informing us ahead of time as to why your guild is here? You could have at least shown us some decency by sending us some notification that you and your guild was coming for something that sounded so simple, but apparently you might think we don't have the time. So similar to what I asked earlier, what is so important that you have to show up suddenly without giving us knowledge of it, what are you not telling us?\" He finished and waited for the guild master's response."
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"value": "_And here_ Jamie thought, _is where I lie utterly and completely._\n\nShe smiled, and said, \"I know who you are, Grane. Protector in short of the magic council. I respect that. I didn't plan to be here\" throw in some truth \"I merely thought, after having some troubles on the train with a new member, that having the guild stop for the night would be good, for the generally public, as well as for my members. I did think, briefly of sending communication down that we would be stopping over, but then I had some trouble with said new member\" Part truth. \n\n\"And I'll be truthful with you\" Jamie said with a laugh, \"I love to surprise and annoy the council. It's just so much...fun. My members have several jobs going at once. I keep track on them, but tend to let them do the jobs on their own. While we have an extensive library in my guild, there are things we don't have there. And a couple of my S class mages are helping me out with a research project as well.\" And here Jamie's expression changed to serious. \"A little while ago, one of our members disappeared. We don't know where, or how, but it happened during a training exercise. So I'm exploring all avenues, and since we stopped the night here, wished to take advantage of the library the council has.\"\n\nHe sighed, and said \"So I guess a combination of things lead us here. And no disrespect to the council, but if I sent communication a head of time, it would have given them time to prepare, and I like it when they aren't prepared, at least when talking with them\" \n\nNone of the other council members seemed to speak, for which Jamie was grateful."
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"value": "Mayt sighed when the _thing_, whatever it was, approached him and asked him not to touch the books. \"Alright, if you're willing to help, I'm looking for a book by a member of Fairy Tale, written somewhere around a hundred years ago.\" He crossed his arms, looking up and down the aisle quickly. \"And I believe it has a pink guild mark on the cover, so if you can help me find that, I'd be in your debt. If not, well, I'm just going to go back to feeling books for magical energy.\" He made sure to speak clearly for who he assumed was the librarian, or one of them."
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"value": "Talent: improvisational engineer. Can make anything out of everything \n\nGender: Female\n\nAge: 19\n\nAppearance:\n\nEyes: Blue\nHair: Silver/ White\nSkin: Slightly pale\nPosture: Not thin but also not fat you could say that she has a rather normal body for girls her age\nHeight: 1m68\nWeight: 56 kg\n\nSome facts about her\n(you may find some faults in my English and I'm sorry about that. Just let me know!)\n\n-She loves to read books. Most of the time she reads books about how things are built in this world and about science. Besides those kinds of books, she reads the genres: Romance, mystery, fantasy and adventure books. \n\n-She listens to classical music most off all piano and violin.\n\n-Sometimes you could find her at night, outside. Just admiring the night sky and the moon. You could say she is a night owl\n\n-You can mostly find her in places with a nice view.\n\n-When she gets embarrassed, she would just play with the ends of her white hair and eventually, she would hide her face behind her hands(side note: she never dyed her hair it's natural). When you would sit next to her, she would just crawl up lightly not too much and then hide her face XD\n\n-She loves sweets. Her favorite dishes are Curry rice, Shabu Shabu, Yakitori, Hayashi Raisu… You could say she loves meat and the Japanese kitchen!\n\nPersonality:\n\nBecause of her back story, she is rather shy and won't talk to you unless you talk to her first. Gets embarrassed fast when you compliment her. Once you get to know her she is a really sweet girl, she would try to make you happy and protect you but in her own way that is. Once you become her friend, she will make sure that you would stay by her side because she would fear that she will be all alone once again. But she won't do it in a forcible or bad way just with words.\n\nBackstory:\n\nWhen she was at the age of 6, starting in a new school for the first time. Not happy, not sad nor excited she went to her first day at school. Once all the kids were in class they introduced each other, Yukimori was shy and when it was her turn, she was rather quiet. And there it all started after a few months going to school Yukimori created this lifestyle of sitting alone and doing her own thing. Her classmates didn't hate her or disliked her, they didn't pay much attention to her because of how quiet she was, most of the time they forget her. Not with bad intentions, she didn't jump out enough to get noticed. Her parents were too busy with work and most of the time she was home alone. When her parents were at home, she got either ignored or they asked her to do things in the house, most likely the same as in school. One year passed, and she went to a higher class she noticed things she normally didn't. One day she sat in class and played with some pens and elastics she had in her pencil case, and without knowing she built a little paper plane that could fly for a long time driven with a small but simple motor she made of a pencil and elastic. And so she built more at home, read books about how things worked. Once she went to high school, she studied science. One day a big industry noticed her and asked her if she wanted to create a small door unlocker and an alarm disabler for police uses. After a week she created a machine build of old scrap and an old computer, they were surprised what this girl could do at the age of 15. When she was at the end of high school, she got a letter with a big logo on it that she saw somewhere before….Hope's peak Academy noticed her…."
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"value": "Monokuma stretched his arms out and leaned forward, barking \"How rude! First you all accuse me of murder, and now I'm being interrogated!\" at Aurel. The robotic counselor's face was red with fury, his fangs bearing for all to see.\n\n\"I want to know too.\" Ayu muttered. \"Monokuma... would you please answer?\"\n\nThe bear sighed and slumped his shoulders. He looked dejected. \"Oh well... I suppose I have no choice if I want to keep this a fair trial. Listen up real good, I'm only saying it once!\" their counselor shouted, bringing both hands to the front of his mouth. He explained that \"The body discovery announcement will only play once three people have seen the body.\" To add to that, Monokuma also said \"I don't care if the last person to see it was a day late, or if they stumble on it by accident! Only once three of you campers have seen it, and not a second sooner, I'll play the announcement.\"\n\nChikako, who'd been silent up to now, piped up to enter her own opinion. \"Wait, but what about the killer? Don't they see the body first?\" she asked, slamming her hands down on the stand in front of her like she was saying 'Gotcha!' to Monokuma. The bear snickered in response. \n\n\"Puhuhu... of course that doesn't count. Buuuut... if the killer were to lead two people to the corpse with them, I'll be nice and play it anyway. I wouldn't want to make it too obvious who the murderer is, after all...\"\n\n\"Great question, Aurel. Now we're exactly 0 steps closer to solving this.\" Momoe sneered at Aurel.\n\n\"Ryuma got there first... if you count Snow, that makes two,\" Taka interjected, paused for a moment to swallow, then continued: \"and I arrived a little later. I heard it play shortly after I saw Naomi, so the bear's not lying.\" He looked pale as he said it, and his face tensed up. He started to mumble to himself. \"S-Shit... what kind of sick freak does that...?!\"\n\n\"Maybe Taka did it. I mean, look at him! And he wanted to pin it on Snow, too!\" Chikako wildly accused. Taka snapped out of his funk.\n\n\"H-Hey, piss off! I didn't do it!\""
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"value": "Hamazura Ginshi[Super Highschool Level Judo Master]\n\nThis was surely a tough situation for Genshi Hamazura. Well, that could be said the same for everyone else involved in this cruel master plan. Yet he knew well there was no use in fretting over his misfortune. All he could do as always was follow along the path that had been ingrained in his soul. \n\"We can't lose control over our minds just yet, friends. If everyone else will be doing what they can to solve this mystery, I will too,\" Genshi stated with vigor in his voice. He wasn't an attorney or detective by any means. In fact, his area of expertise laid in the more physical area. Though perhaps something could be gained from it.\n\"We just need to shift our perspectives. Like the multiple paths of a river, I'm sure we'll find our destination somewhere. For example, the removal of that lock in the door. I haven't seen it myself, but how exactly did it happen?\" \n\nGinshi shifted his attention over to a certain someone. That someone, being Aurel. A smile spread across the martial artist's face, it wasn't one filled with malice, but rather with it's usual confidence.\"Aurel, what do you think? I'm sure as The Super Highschool-Level Thief, you'd have a good idea as to how someone could sneak into a room. I'd like to hear your opinion on that.\""
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"value": "Aurel Fuchs // Hisakawa Hiroki\n\n---\n\nLocation:: Courtroom\nAurels Interactions:: Chikako, Taka (@Ammokkx), Ginshi (@KenjuGuy)\nHisakawas Interactions:: Aurel (@Savo), Ginshi (@KenjuGuy)\n\n---\n\n\n\"... no, that isn't it.\"\n\nAurel spoke up, barely above a whisper, snapping his fingers before pointing it at Chikako, momentarily before being cut off by Ginshi, causing the thief to retract his arm back instantly, as if he was flinching. He could wait, he suppose, fidgeting around for a moment as he made his own proclamation before turning the spotlight back to the thief.\n\n\"Huh?\" With a gulp, Aurel held a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat, \"Uhm, I mean, I c-can answer that in a sec', but let me finish addressing this whole debacle we have first.\" With a sigh, he returned his gaze over to Chikako before pointing at her.\n\n\"Anyways, it's impossible for Taka to be the killer, same goes for Snow and Ryuma; those statements Monokuma make that abundantly clear\" Aurel crossed one arm across his chest while resting his elbow on his hand, pressing his middle and index fingers against the bridge of his nose, humming to himself.\n\n\"I mean, I see where you're going with this Aurel. Taka wouldn't count since Monokuma stated that the killer needs to lead two people with them to the corpse; Taka only lead Ryuma.\"\n\n\"Precisely, but it's a lot more than that,\" he rapped and tapped at the bridge of his nose with both of his fingers for a moment, before extending his arm out, palms open, \"I can infer Monokuma just came up with the rule as well. Even if he didn't, no one knew about this rule making it nigh impossible for anyone to take advantage of it.\"\n\nWith a sigh, Aurel looked down at the monitor crossing his arms once more and tapping the side of it, \"So yeah. Unless anyone disagrees with this assessment, I believe we are three steps closer to determining who murdered Naomi.\"\n\n\n---\n\n\n\"Well, you do kind of has a good point,\" Hisakawa uttered, scratching the back of his neck while pointing at the thief, \"but anyways, with that out of the way, at least for now, mind answering Ginshi's question?\"\n\n\"Uh, sure,\" Hisakawa watched as the thief bobbed his head up and now, rapping his fingers on the side of the podium as he stared down at the monitors. He could only watch Aurel with a scrutinizing intent, squinting at him as he tapped the bottom of his chin.\n\n\"It's just as Yukimori said, it was yanked out, not very cleanly I m-might add. It's less sneaking and more brute forcing the door open. They probably did it using a crowbar or something, but I'm not entirely sure.\"\n\nAnd with that, the emotionless thief came to a close, almost looking blankly at all of them. Hisakawa sighed; outside of noticing a bit of nervousness, there was nothing to glean from this, besides whatever he inferred. Shrugging, he ruffled his hair before extending an arm out, \"Maybe we should move on from the door for now? As far as we know someone broke in by force, but we aren't completely sure how they might of done it, or how long it might of took.\"\n\nSuddenly he snapped his fingers before looking around and sheepishly retracting them, \"Er, maybe establishing the time she was murdered might give us more ideas about the time-frame it took to break in? I mean, thats been on my mind for a while and I might have an idea of the time, but want to hear your guys opinions first.\""
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"value": "She nodded slightly at Ginshi's statement about the fact that they can't lose control now, this wasn't the time to just randomly accuse people of murdering someone. We have to find the real killer together even if they have to go through the lies, tips, and mistakes of the real killer. It didn't occur to her sooner that Aurel, the ultimate Thief, would know more about this lock or at least give them some kind of detail they would have missed and could be of great help for the investigation. \n\nAfter the small discussion about the fact if Taka killed Noami or not she cleared her throat a little before speaking up. \"If you don't mind me coming in between your conversations.\" straightening her back and adjusting her skirt a little to calm her nerves for speaking up she continued. \"We can already confirm that Snow, Taka nor Ryuma have a possibility of killing Noami if I heard it correctly that is… Only leaving 12 of us that could have killed her.\"\n\nHer big blue eyes focused on Hisakawa as he talked about the time where the murder could have occurred. \"Let's see… I'm sure this happened during the nighttime. Since our Monopad says that the time of death was probably between 10:00 PM and 7:00 AM, the beginning and end of nighttime.\" She glanced over to Monokuma for confirmation but kept her focus on the investigation when she came up with a small solution to find more information about the time of death.\n\n\"I want to propose something to all of you. What if we start by telling each other what we did during that time… This may sound super silly and obvious, you may think, 'Yeah sure Yukimori, but the killer could lie about what they did during that time?'\" \n\nShe sighed and continued \"Yes, I know. I thought about that too, believe me. This is where the handcuffs come in handy… they have partnered us all up with someone right? Leaving us alone with that person for a whole day, besides the 20 minutes you could unlock the handcuffs. That time resets during nighttime… So going over who used their 20 minutes that day won't be useful. But what might be is a small sketch of what you did during nighttime and if you noticed anything weird about your partner or things around you that might help us further with the investigation.\"\n\nWith this, she grabbed her chest lightly, while she breathed out calmly. Hoping that this would be helpful otherwise she just pulled all her courage together to give this speech for what? Nothing... At least she tried, right?"
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"value": "Erika Anne Dominique\n\n\n\n\n\n---\nBirthday\nAugust 26th.\n\nAge\n17.\n\nGender\nFemale.\n\nSexuality\nDemisexual.\n\nRelationship Status\nSingle.\n\nScars, Tattoos, Piercings\nBasic piercings on ear lobes. Usually wears a pair of diamond earrings.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nLikes & Dislikes\nLikes\n\n•Fiction books\n•Cats\n•Her laptop (and the internet)\n•Her friends\n\nDislikes\n\n•Dirt/Anything dirty\n•Insects\n•Being alone/left out\n•Loud people\n\nHobbies\n•Reading books\n•Writing poems\n•Taking pictures\n•Painting\n•taking daily strolls\n\nHabits\n•Cleaning\n•Reading until falling asleep\n•Combing her hair from time to time\n\nFears\n•Being alone\n•Insects and other creepy crawlies\n•Doing anything in public\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nPersonality\n• Approachable • Tends to overthink • Clean • Crybaby •\n\nBiography\nErika is a normal human. She likes doing arts and enjoys literature. She's been raised by her aunt and uncle her whole life and was treated as an only child. Erika is a straight A student in her school and surrounds herself with people who were like her; people who enjoyed taking pictures and reading books. She also spends most of her nights on tumblr.\n\nErika grew up with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). She wants everything neat and organized. One thing that's out of place will make her frustrated. Because of her OCD, she is described to be a perfectionist, which is slightly true, though she only wants everything neat and arranged. Whenever she can't do anything about something she wants to fix, she becomes frustrated and lets loose by crying.\n\nErika was an unwanted baby. Her mother never wanted to have a child but had one by accident. Because of this, her mother sent her to her Aunt Mary and Uncle Stew. She treated them as her parents and they treated her like their daughter. Erika never found out who her father was and she barely remembers her mother. Her aunt does not talk about her mom either and says it's for her sake.\n\nFamile Members\nAunt: Mary Dominique Oak\nUncle: Stew Lowell Oak\n\nYour Mahlimae\nThree\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nRelationships between Friends\n• Georgina Anne Berglund\n• \"Opposites do attract. We're a living proof.\"\n• North pole and south pole in human form. They're close with each other but they sometimes get irritated with each other as well due to them being almost polar opposites. Though Erika isn't the most showy person when showing affection, it is very evident that she cares about Georgina, even if she doesn't arrange her school works alphabetically.\n\n• Yuki Fuyuko\n• \"Probably the only person I can be with twenty four-seven.\"\n• Erika treats Yuki like the sister she never had. She shares a lot of hobbies with Yuki and they bond mostly around books. Out of the group, Erika is the closest with Yuki as they seem to understand each other more than anyone else.\n\n• Titus Omar Calloway\n• \"I don't hate him... I just don't like some things about him. Okay, I hate his tattoos.\"\n• Erika isn't the biggest Toc fan. She doesn't like how he smokes weed and how he wishes to leave the town she grew up in. Toc's physical appearance isn't Erika's favorite part about him either. She believes that tattoos are permanent litters on one's skin. Anyone who has tattoos, she has bad impressions of. In the group, the two have the least interaction. Despite that, Erika and Toc can be labeled as friends.\n\n• Vivian Anastasia Locke\n• \"I'm glad she's part of the group. Like really glad.\"\n• Vivian and Erika were friends since middle school. They were never each other's best friend but continued to be friends until they were in high school. Erika was a bit weirded out when she found out Viv was bi but got used to it cause they were in the same squad after all.\n\n• Kenneth Edward Vartilli\n• \"Kenneth's fine... it's just a bit awkward between us. He's a good guy though.\"\n• Erika and Kenneth were a thing for a short while. It didn't quite work out for them because Eri wasn't ready and Kenneth rushed into things. Eri never talked to Kenneth about why they broke up. They remain friends, though there's a little bit of awkwardness still."
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"value": "\"Gina watch out, I'll kick the door in.\"\n\nGeorgina moved out of the way and down the steps hurriedly, placing herself back in the group as Titus moved into position. As everyone voiced their opinion on what to do, Georgina couldn't help put let out a few laughs. \"Viv's right, she's more capable of knocking the door down than you!\" she added to the teasing, sticking her tongue out playfully. Around them the wind picked up gently, sending a chill through the area at high speeds. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nWithin the house six small creatures no smaller than a typical mouse spoke quietly to one another, to the outside ear it just sounded like a small squeak repeating the same sound: \"mahlimae, mahlimae, mahlimae.\" but in their own language they had conversations. \"There are people coming. Young people. New people. People coming.\" they whispered between themselves as they scurried across the dust covered floor, some unwrapping themselves from the layer of mold they were resting in. They climbed under the stairs, peeking through an open slit of broken wood so they could have their piercing eyes watching the front door."
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"value": "@MissCapnCrunch\n\nRight when he was about to kick the door in when Gina moved, he halted himself and turned to face Viv when she challenged his claim and to make it worse, Gina joined her to tease him. As arrogant as Titus was, he was going to prove he could kick the door in to shut both of these girls up. He spoke up I bet I can prove your ass wrong Viv...and Gina don't you start either because I'll kick this shit down. I know I can knock it down and to prove it, in fact, when I kick this door down....both of you chicks will be kissing me. That's the bet! \n\nTitus turned towards the door to give it two frontal kicks that caused a little cracking but was still closed. Titus was attempting a third kick, hitting it again but this time with more force."
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"value": "Vivian Anastasia Locke\n\nVivian couldn't help but laugh as her friend joined in teasing the boy. \"There is no way in hell I am kissing you, she said. Watching as Toc began to kick the door, Viv could swear that she hear small voices. \"Did anyone else hear that?\" After 2-3 times of his attempts, the girl would roll her eyes. \"You know there is such thing as a bobby-pin.\""
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"value": "@MissCapnCrunch\n\nHearing her still not believing he can do it, Toc looked over Hey...that was the bet...I kick the door down...you two kiss me....and....that's going to happen now...I don't need assistance. as he gave two more kicks finally breaking the door open and turned to the girls I don't hear anything and uh....pucker up... He stared back, then turned his head to take a look at the inside which looked a little creepy."
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"value": "---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nEarlier that day | 6:30\nThick lashes fluttered open, revealing chocolate brown eyes. Yuki laid there for a moment, enjoying the warmth her bed provided. One slender hand reached out and turned off the alarm that had woken her up so early. She sighed before she pushed back the blankets, taking away her warmth and extinguishing the tempting desire to roll over and go back to the sleep. But today was a big day and she had to get up! The girl swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, rubbing her eyes. She padded towards the bathroom and flipped on the light, blinking owlishly as her eyes adjusted. She made her way to the shower and turned on the water, slipping out of her clothes while she waited for it to heat up. She took a quick shower before she blow-dried her hair and made her way back to her room. The smell of coffee drifted down the hall, signalling that her parents had gotten up. \n\nYuki got dressed and slipped on her shoes. She tucked her phone into her skirt pocket and made her way down the stairs. The kitchen was empty though the coffee pot rumbled as it made the life blood that allowed her father to not be a grump first thing in the morning. The residents of the Fuyuko household knew to leave Satoshi alone until he has had at least one cup of coffee. Yuki hummed softly to herself as she poured herself a glass of milk and stood by the kitchen window to watch as the sun peeked up from the horizon. As Yuki stood there, an elderly woman slipped into the kitchen and smiled to see her daughter standing there. Kana told her daughter good morning but frowned lightly when the girl didn't move or respond in kind.\n\nThe woman approached the girl and leaned over to peer at her daughters face. To others that didn't know Yuki, they would think the girl was simply lost in thought but to the people that did know her, they would recognize the vacant and dim look in her eyes as she stared off into the distance. Kana simply smiled and gently ran a hand through her daughters as she waited for Yuki to come out of her seizure. When the girl did a few moment later, Yuki jumped in surprise at her mother standing there. The girl gave the woman a smile as she set her cup down and gave her mother a hug. \"Okaasan! I didn't notice that you had come in.\" \"Happy 16th Birthday Yuki.\" Kana hugged the girl back before stepping over to the coffee pot and pouring herself and her husband a cup of coffee. \n\nAs she stirred in sugar and cream, Kana asked Yuki what her plans were for the day. \"Spending the day with the group. But I'll be home in time for dinner.\" Yuki said in a cheerful voice as she finished her milk and washed the cup before placing it in the dish washer. At she was talking, her father came shuffling into the kitchen and accepted the cup of coffee her mother held out to him. He sat at the table and sipped his coffee in silence for a few minutes before he spoke. \"Are those boys going to be there?\" Yuki sighed while her mother tsked at Satoshi. \"Yes, Otousan. Both Toc and Kenny are going to be there. Anyway, I better get going!\" She kissed her parents on their cheek and exited the kitchen, her father grumbling to himself in Japanese. \n\nShe slipped her coat on and headed out into the rain. It was a short walk to the diner where they had all agreed to meet up and so Yuki thankfully wasn't that wet when she finally entered the warm building. She enjoyed breakfast with her friends and was glad when the rain let up while they ate. As they walked through the woods, Yuki admired the nature around her and tried to watch where she was walking so she didn't trip.\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\n\n\nPresent Time\nAs she stared at the broken down house, Yuki felt surprise and unease skitter through her. She was sure her and the others had combed through the town twice-over and never came across this house before so where did it come from? As Gina questioned if they should check it out, Yuki bit her lip nervously. She wasn't so sure about this. Plus, the house looked like a breeze would blow it over. Should they really be going inside? Then Toc proclaimed he was going to kick the door in and Yuki's worry doubled. That didn't seem like a good idea! \n\nYuki hesitantly made her way up the creaky steps that looked like that were going to collapse at any moment and peeked into a broken window. The inside of the house was dim with dust covering every surface. Her nose wrinkled. That look like an allergy attack just waiting to happen. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw something scurrying through the dust and grim covered floor and rats popped into her head. Shuddering, she took a few steps back and squeaked when she almost went tumbling down the steps. She managed to save herself by latching onto the stair railing and slowly regaining her balance. \"Guys? I'm with Kenny and Erika. I-I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, who knows what's in there and besides, we could get in trouble...\" Her voice grew quieter and quieter until it eventually trailed off as Toc climbed the steps and proceeded to try and kick the door open.\n\nYuki retreated down the steps and stood by Kenny, worrying her lip between her teeth as she unconsciously leaned into the boy as she stared at the house with anxious eyes."
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"value": "\"I definitely heard something. And that's one more reason why I'm going to stay here, Viv.\"\n\nErika was a bit relieved to know that Kenneth and Yuki also want to stay outside. The temperature slowly continued to drop while the atmosphere seemingly changed around the house. It was weird, the aura that was surrounding the house. Erika was more than sure that it wasn't only her that felt it. Alongside the fact that there were weird noises that were coming from inside the house, she's come to a conclusion that going to that house was a bad move.\n\nThe door was open, waiting for the six to come in. Eri suddenly realized that they'll be split into two groups, one group outside and one in. She didn't want to be left outside and freeze to death.\n\n\"Okay, okay. If Gina's coming, then I'm coming. Yuki, you should also come with me. Same goes to you Kenny.\""
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"value": "Character Sheet:\nNickname/Alias:\nButcher\n\nGender:\nFemale\n\nAge:\n19\n\nAppearance:\n\nHqir: Silver with red highlight infront\nLeft eye: Blue\nRight eye: Silver\nPale very lightly tanned skin\nThin body type\n167 lbs\n6'0\"\n\nPersonality:\nAleksi is a very... unstable girl, one minute she will be happy and laughing (All-bet a bit crazily) with others around her, but when she sees violence she can't help but reciprocate the the feeling to major degree. She loves to hum tunes through her face mask and is also an excellent cook. \n\nShe really doesn't have a bad record with others per say but she is a loose cannon ever since she left the imperial army. Her fighting style is to slash her enemies as quickly and as painfully as possible which is easy with her weapons that she had obtained from her time in the army. This fact has made her well know but she enjoys the attention saying that it's just \"free publicity and advertisement\". Aleksi likes to walk around in an easily releasable black and blue strait jacket as she feels safer in it and in a lot calmer when it's clasped since she had been in it for so long while she was in the army even though it doesn't do its job very well.\n\nHistory/Bio:\nAleksi was born to a poor family who didn't have a lot going for them and to add onto their woes the Army began taking children to try and turn them into killers. Her family had no choice but to give her up and they dragged Aleksi away to be subjected to a training program that was designed to break her spirits and train her body but it only accomplished the later in the intended way while the former took an unintended turn.\n\nAleksi was basically a living weapon for the Imperial Army by the time she was 16 years old but part of her mind had also slipped away at that point in time. During the time Aleksi was in the Imperial Army they broke down her senses of fear and caused her to only fear not completing a mission and losing which both became the equivalent to death. She was one of the more dangerous soldiers in the Army since they dropped her into enemy territories from above and at that point the blood lust in her would be in full swing and her weapon would be right next to her just begging for her to start the butchering, after a few hours the deed would be done and Aleksi would fall asleep before being picked up.\n\nHer life in the Imperial Army consisted of sitting in a hidden room with most things she wanted, away from other soldiers since she was dubbed \"Dangerous\" or \"Unstable\" but this left her wanting attention from those other than her superiors, so she would take walks into the city but would have to be accompanied by a guard or two. Aleksi was given a wide breadth whenever she was out and about, even when she tried to be nice to the civilians they looked at her with fear or in some cases ran from her. Was it because she looked scary? Was it because she was part of the army? At that time she didn't care as much because there was no real point, that and she didn't care about them. \n\nAfter 2 years of this process being repeated... she got bored of it and broke out of the Army. The way she broke out was very bloody and Aleksi stole her weapon before running out into the wilderness. She was dubbed as a psycho in the capitol and can't show her face there without heavy disguise. She had lived in a run down shack and stayed there until she was found by Xerxes and was almost killed but had ended up convencing him that she would join the resistance, and she did.\n\n=========================================\nWeapons/Items:\nx2 of these\n\n\nArmor:\nArmored Straitjacket\nSteel Mouth Cover\n\nImperial Arms: \nweapons abilities:\n\n====\n\nCombat Specialty:\nClose to Mid range with swords and tonfas\n\nOther Talents:\nCooking, Singing, Hunting\n\n===\n\nOther:\nShe is ambidextrous\n\nOn the inside of Aleksi's sleeves are strings that when pulled by her either restrain or release her her arms.\n\nShe eats through the mask and keeps it in pristine condition."
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"value": "The world was a large place filled with dangers and destruction beyond anyone's imagination. Ancient creatures lurked in the dark shadows of caves and forests and prayed on the weak and helpless citizens of The Empire. The Young Emperor Maxim on his thrones does what he can to elevate the suffering of the people but his efforts are hindered by corrupted officials who either block or even modified the words of the Emperor himself. The Empire itself contending with these beasts has increased the need for an army which have only helped further corrupted and or sociopathic generals who feed on war. Though the Empire had many good men and women in it there is no escaping the fear in the hearts of those who do of those with the need to murder, maim, torture, exploit, and dominate them. The Empire needed a savior...or group of saviors...\n\nNight Raid...They seek to help the masses...they seek to kill those in power...overthrow the Empire...install a new order that caters to the people, made for the people, and for the people. And it will be GOVERNED by the people. It's the assassinations that feed their growing rebellion. Many flock to their righteous banner in need and seek their help and call them heroes. The Empire calls them traitors and beasts who would kill any innocent man or woman to fit their own needs. And in reality they are a group of misfits who seek to simply change things. For their own reasons they will cause a revolution they will save the people...and they will be heroes. But can a government run by the people itself truly thrive? Can Night Raid truly say they are able to change everything and wipe away the hatred?\n\nSalvation...Salvation is what the people need. They don't need a new government they need one that works. One that doesn't thrive on benevolent hog wash and or continue on people who seek to live in their own decadence. Formed twenty some years ago in secret by a group of intellectuals and experienced generals. Their goals are different their end games varied their but one thing was for certain. These men didn't want to kill the Empire...they wanted to reform it with a new hierarchy. Leadership was needed. Solid, unwavering, and temperant leadership devoid of corruption and selfish intentions. These men wanted a home for the citizens. One of these men were one of the most dangerous men in the entire Empire. Xerxes. Xerxes promised his comrades he'd get rid of the belligerents of chaos and pave a way for the others to fix the Empire. Be it with rebels or with the people inside of the government. He formed a group initially consisting of just him. Then came two more people then more and more until it grew into what it is today. The group took the name of their end goal...Salvation...\n\n===\n\nToday is a bright shining day in the middle of the mountains where Salvation calls home. An ancient monastery rebuilt by Xerxes now serves as the home of operations for Salvation as they go about their lives. From all walks of lives and from various groups and organizations comes the members of Salvation. From the Empire to the Rebellion come many different and highly talented people. Some have Imperial Arms some are simply extremely deadly warriors and poets. The Temple itself consists of a large courtyard in front and a meditation garden with a small alter in the back. A three story high tower in the middle and four other smaller one story towers to the left and right corners of the square compound. It has underground highways and prisons made by Xerxes and more than enough room for a small army. \n\nHeavily fortified and protected by heavy iron walls and gates the temple stands as a monument to the willpower of the Salvation group. Xerxes is planning a small time assassination plan on two individuals today but he needs to finalize the information before sending out his men so he has given them free time to spend as they will.\n\n====\n\nIn the back towards the meditation garden sits Natsuo Phoenix. He sits underneath a tree his silvery hair blowing in the wind as his emerald eyes gaze through the pages of a book. It is a book about a family who travels all around the world doing all sorts of things and in the current chapter they are going around a fair talking and having an overall amazing time with their friends. Natsuo wished he could have had that life but in the end he knew he never could and probably never would. And that was fine with him. How many people had he killed in his life so far? Tens, hundreds possibly? It didn't matter to him especially he liked a good challenge. \n\nHe flipped through the pages gently as he hummed a sweet little tune to himself; a smile graced his lips. He couldn't help but wonder...what were the others up to? There were quite the number of people here but there were others in Salvation...The Lone Spirit, Hardin, Shinto to name a few. They were probably off doing their duties or gathering allies or info. It didn't really matter to Natsuo but still he couldn't help but wonder.\n\n====\n\nOther than Natsuo there were at least two others doing their usual routines. Nako Homura was in front of the pond dancing around practicing her absolutely gorgeous moves by herself. Her pink dressed flowing in the wind as she twirled and spun on her heels and did all various movements each as elaborate as the last. Some were simple but each were practiced and each had their own dedicated part in Nako's movements.\n\nKotaro meanwhile sat by himself in front of the main gate whiddling away at a wooden box with a knife. He had been making wooden dolls, and other mundane objects in his alone time. He found it boring but it gave him something to do and that was all that mattered to him. Not enjoying the company of others was one thing but he found talking to the crazed people Xerxes and others had recruited to their cause to be even harder to get along with. In a compound full of the crazed he found it more comforting to talk and sit alone by himself just him and his thoughts."
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"value": "When she was a bodyguard, there was a clear order. There was a master, a charge or a client to protect and she either stuck by their side and scared away everyone from potential harassers to possible assassins. Here, however, she was surrounded by equals - theoretically - and that thought made her feel strange. \n\nHiding her discomfort, however, Halia was in her room within the complex, examining herself in a mirror and making sure that her appearance was up to the standard she demanded of herself. Her clothes were clean and neatly ironed, her hair was not a mess and her knives were polished to a sheen - not that anyone would see that, but it would still have been improper for her to have her knives rusty. The things that blood did to a blade. \n\nChecking the pocket watch that was her imperial arm, Halia figured that she had spent enough time in her room. Closing the watch and pocketing it, she headed out and prepared to head throughout the entire monastary, in the order of the laundry river, the kitchens and the general cleaning to see if there was anything she could pitch an extra hand to. Anything she could do to keep herself busy. \n\nPatience may be a virtue, but idleness bred weakness."
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"value": "Slick Drake\n\n\n\nBasics\nEpithet: \"Oilburn\" Slick\n\nRace: Human\n\nAge: 19\n\nGender: Male\n\nAppearance: Slick is 5'5 with green hair and green eyes, typically wears simple single color shirts along with a green jacket over it, black pants, fingerless gloves, and black boots when on deck. When fighting in enclosed quarters he wears a gas mask on top of all this so he doesn't inhale smog from his fires, otherwise he just keeps it clipped to the waist of his pants. Somewhat pale, has lots of burn scars on his hands.\n\nPosition: Cook and Weapon Repairsman.\n\nBounty: 5,000,000 Beris, wanted for Serial Arson\n\nJolly Roger: A charred skull dripping oil with green flames surrounding it in a circle.\n\nBackground\nAmbition: To find the gun and sword of Gol D. Roger.\n\nLikes:* Fire\n* Weapons\n* Cooking\n* Gol D Roger\n* Money\n\n\n\nDislikes:* Marines\n* Wasting Food\n* Bees\n\n\n\nQuirks: Slick regularly obsesses over any new weapon he may come across, studying the weapon and taking notes immediately upon seeing it even if the user is in the middle talking. His unique laugh is \"Kekekekekek!\" Slick is also a bit of a kleptomaniac and will regularly steal stuff just to see if he can get away with it.he has actually built up a small hoard for himself. If he thinks something would be interesting to light on fire he will try to light that thing on fire with the matches he always carries with him. He also believes his fires are works of art.\n\nPersonality: Slick is a pretty jovial guy, rarely in a bad mood unless something actually bad is happening. Tends to laze about when there's nothing important to be done or he'll go through his stash of stolen items to make sure everything is in good condition. He is afraid of drowning as most Devil Fruit users are, but his more prominent fear is of bees. If he sees a beehive or a swarm of bees he will likely go for his flamethrower immediately. Slick is also a very curious person, whether it be how flammable something is or how a device works. He likes helping people out but he won't go out of his way to help others if it's gonna be a long arduous task, not unless everyone else decides to. And the most important thing of all, Slick loves fire. He loves fire so much, fire is one of his favorite things ever really, which is why he always carries matches with him.\n\nHistory: Slick grew up on a small island in the South Blue, born to a pair of blacksmiths and repairmen. He was raised on learning how gun barrels were made and how to clean a cannon, basically everything a child should never know. One day when he was 6 a group of drunk pirates had come to his parents to have their guns and swords repaired after a hard battle with the Marines, when they left they forgot some of their treasure on the island, the most important one being a mysterious Devil Fruit they had planned on selling. Now Slick was a hungry 6 year old, not knowing how valuable it was he took a bite of it. It was absolutely disgusting, it tasted like gasoline (not that he knew what that was) but he had already taken a bite of it and he had been taught to never waste food so he swallowed it down like a champ.\n\nThis was a horrible idea, for this was the Oiru Oiru Fruit, a Logia type Devil Fruit that turned you into an Oil man. Slick began to melt into a puddle of oil immediately, which was quite terrifying for a 6 year old. As he panicked and flailed his arms about he splashed highly flammable oil everywhere and knocked over a lantern, setting his home on fire. He struggled to maintain his human form and ran outside, his parents did not make it out with him. Orphaned at the age of 6 he was horribly traumatised by the whole incident, mentally locking away the ability to physically become oil so he could never kill someone close to him like he killed his parents. Instead he sought to control what killed them, fire.\n\nHe spent the next 13 years of his life tinkering with various ideas and mastering the use of his powers in conjunction with fire, he also rebuilt his parents business and began repairing weapons for pirates. Over the years he became enamored by tales of Gol D Roger and his prowess in battle, some stories had him destroying entire armies with one placed bullet while others would make him out to be a master swordsman. Either way, Slick wanted these legendary weapons, he wanted to be just as strong as Gol D Roger was. but to do that he needed to get a hold of his weapons. So he set off on his journey at the age of 19.\n\nCombat Specialties\n\nSkills and Abilities: Talented repairsman in regards to all different types of weapons, is somewhat skilled in the art of inventing new weapons. Great cook, spent a lot of his life learning to cook for himself. Very fast and somewhat strong, he built up muscles from hammering metal. \nDevil Fruit: Oiru Oiru Fruit (Oil Oil Fruit): A Logia with the ability to let the user turn into oil and endlessly produce oil, Slick has currently mentally handicapped himself so he can only use it like a Paramecia.\n\nHaki: N/A\n\nGear: Custom Flamethrower, built to be fueled directly by Slick even in the middle of combat.\n\nFighting Style: Slick likes to stay away from his opponent and control the battlefield, either by covering it in oil or covering it in oil and the lighting said oil on fire. \n\nTechniques: Oil Oil Skate: Slick covers the bottom of his shoes in oil and skates around the battlefield at high speeds, leaving a trail of oil behind him as he does so.\nOil Oil Getaway: Slick covers the ground in oil and then lights it on fire, leaving no way for the opponent to reach Slick as he runs away. Also applicable to deadly effect in sea battles, pouring oil into the ocean, waiting for the enemy ship to sail through the oil and then lighting it all on fire.\n\nNakama\nCrewmate Name: \nCaptain Boone - Slick only kinda respects Boone, sure he's the captain but he hasn't done anything quite memorable enough for him to be truly worth respect. They get along pretty well, but Slick doesn't quite respect Boone despite his status as captain. If it really came down to it, Slick would actually take his position in a heartbeat. He does enjoy his stories though and likes to ask several questions to get details. \n\nCaesar Inu - Caesar and Slick get along, mainly because Slick likes to talk about fire during his therapy sessions and Caesar appreciates that Slick knows how to relax unlike most members of the crew.\n\nBonesword - Slick likes Bonesword for 3 reasons. One he can make a lot of flammable stuff which is super great, he can make ingredients for cooking which is nice, and he really wants to see how milk affects a living skeleton. Whenever someone is arguing about stuff with Bonesword he'll generally take Bonesword's side, something about the little dude is endearing to him.\n\nLily Merrycure - Slick gets annoyed with her occasionally when she offers to take over cooking, but does his best to remember that she's just trying to help. He was talking about fire once and she mentioned lighting the fires in people's hearts, Slick took this a little too literally and now thinks she wants him to light people's hearts on fire. Not that he has a problem with that, he quite likes the idea. He finds it a little weird that she tries to mother him considering they're only two years apart, but he takes it in stride. He's very interested in her strange symbiote and wonders how flammable it is. Final note, Slick bugs her from time to time about creating more flammable oils and compounds for him to use. When she doesn't he will either back off for the day or just try and swipe some stuff from her to try and figure it out himself. He has caused more than one explosion on the ship.\n\nFeya - Slick hates hearing about the food pyramid so much, he occasionally sees the food pyramid chasing him in his nightmares. Slick tries to avoid her as much as humanly possible, not out of hate but out of pure unadulterated fear. No human should eat so much every single day. Occasionally he steals from her but after the 3rd time he found his door broken down and the protein powder gone he stopped. Now he just lays down oil in front of her door every now and then. Whenever she starts nagging Bonesword about working out he'll side with Bonesword, but is strangely silent when milk gets brought up. He really wants to see Bonesword drink milk.\n\nDirk - Slick is kinda indifferent to Dirk, he recognizes the guy doesn't like him too much but doesn't mind. Dirk likes his cooking so he's alright in Slick's book."
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"value": "Meeting the New Crew\nBonekid fell backwards onto the deck as he 'took a breath', using the opportunity to try and regain his stamina as he raised his arm into the air for a thumbs-up towards Captain Boone. \"I'll be heading over shortly, Cap. I just need a minute.\"\n\nLaying on the deck of the ship, Bonekid turned his head to Wafer, giving the man commencement for his work as well as an order. \"Solid job at that fix speed, Kite. I was a bit skeptical, but you've definitely proved your worth. Mind droppin' the anchor?\" Bonekid asked as he climbed back up onto his feet, using his sword for a bit of support. \"I'd do it myself, but I'm gonna let my headache settle before I try any plant stuff for a while.\"\n\nQuickly grabbing his bag (which was put in a safe spot on the ship's deck), Bonekid followed the captain of the Rums as he pulled out his Devil Fruit Encyclopedia, sheathing his sword in exchange. Looking at the captain of the opposite ship, Bonekid had to ask a question to him directly. \"Excuse me, Captain?! Was that a devil fruit power you had demonstrated?!\" Bonekid asked while he opened the book to the Table of Contents, looking for all the fruits he could to identify what the captain had used."
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"value": "Dirk Messir - Hanging Out With Your COOOOL New Friends\nHuzzah. Dirk has achieved it. Only Dirk. Not only me, though, Caesar helps, and probably everyone else somehow.\n\nGood Job Dirk! You're Number One!\n\nCaesar did everything. The fact you think you contributed only shows how deluded you are.\n\nYou are bad Loser! Go jump off the boat Fool!\n\n...but why was also saying this? Who wanted to even do that? Where is porpoise?\n\n...OHHHHH, so they can all get to the other slide. The ship oft the enemy mothercrab. Okay, yes, the Divine Purpose was that perfect the place to go. Yes, good plan. Good plan. Go to the sea.\n\n'I'm going to the other boat, Caesar,' Dirk muttered, sliding out from under the furry man and then moved to the closest side of the boat, and prepared to jump into the sea to go to the other sea boat sea. This is a brilliant idea. Divine Purpose says just go up the other side once you go... oh wait, it said an even better idea now.\n\n'Shave.' I'll walk in the air as I leap out of the side of the boat off of the rails. This is still a brilliant idea."
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"value": "---\n\n\nCaesar laughed as the ship reached the end of Reverse Mountain, and missed the beginning exchanges between them and the other ship.\n\nBut Dirk was heading over now that they had dropped anchor, and Caesar moved to follow him as he -\n\n\"Dirk, you blasted fool!\" he growled, pulling him off the railing and slinging him over his shoulder. \"There's a boarding thingy. You don't have to... Do whatever you were thinking.\"\n\nHe walked across to the other ship, setting Dirk down once they reached the other side with a soft pat on his shoulder.\n\nBonekid was already asking questions to the captain. Mystery Hands Shooty Guy. Shooty McShootyhands, maybe.\n\nCaesar looked around before he roused his confusion.\n\n\"Has anyone seen Slick?\""
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"value": "\"Tibularapier! I got the milk!\" Slick's voice emanated from below deck right after people began asking where he was. A brief moment of silence passed. Then Slick made his entrance as he exploded through the deck of the ship, holding two bottles of milk and looking slightly singed. If anyone bothered looking through the hole he had just made they would notice the charred remains of a pig head and several broken bones from... something. Also several melted plates and utensils, but they had plenty more. Probably.\n\nSlick landed on the deck gracefully, holding up the milk with a bright smile on his face and his flamethrower strapped to his back for some reason. He looked around and his smile turned into a look of confusion, why was everything broken? Slick looked at everyone else as if silently asking what was happening when he spotted the other ship right next to them. He gasped and dropped the milk, the bottles shattering as he brought his hands to his mouth with a look of... excitement? \"Why didn't anyone tell me it's time for art?\" Slick turned on his flamethrower and jumped off the side of the ship, flinging a whip of sticky oil towards the other crew's mast and using it as a grappling hook to pull himself the rest of the way. \"WhAt ArT sHaLl I mAkE tOdAy CaPtAiN?\" He called out to Boone as he helped out an injured Lilli. How long have they been fighting for! He could've made so much art by now!"
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"value": "\"But I mean if you want to, I guess!\"\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n---\nNickname: \nCJ is the nickname his friends gave him and it stuck.\n\nDate of Birth: \nSeptember 21, 1993\n\nAge: \n23\n\nGender: \nMale\n\nSexuality: \nBisexual\n\nRelationship Status: \nComplicated\n\nSexually Active: \nYes\n\nOccupation: \nCrisis Management Secretary by Day, Adult Film Star by Night\n\nHometown: \nAtlanta, Georgia\n\nEthnicity: \nMixed - Puerto Rican/African-American\n\nIn Depth Appearance: \nCj takes very good care of his appearance. His hair is often times well manicured, and his eyebrows are always arched in a masculine way. He is always seen wearing a different colored tank top with a pair of jeans or sweatpants. He loves wearing sneakers and has a vast collection of them. His skin is a beautiful caramel tone, and his teeth always pass the white tissue test. He has curly hair that he has dyed a light blonde on the tips. He will wear a hat every now and then and tends to change his hair color once a month or once every two months. His body is well toned from exercise. It's more of a swimmer's build. He doesn't have a lot of hair on his body, but will grow out his facial hair which adds to his attractiveness. He's in no way perfect, he has scars from the bashing on his back where the kicks landed, and there is a very feint scar on his chin. He has a tattoo of a heart with wings and the name of his grandfather Matthew scribed in cursive within the heart on his right shoulder blade. He also has a koi fish on the inner part of his thigh extremely close to his groin. If he wears a speedo you'd be able to see it. He has two stars along the \"v\" cut towards the bottom point, right above his manhood.\n\nHobbies: \nAside from singing, dancing, and posting videos on Youtube, Caleb enjoys hiking and writing short stories in his free time. He loves to travel but rarely gets the chance to leisurely travel, as most of his traveling is for work purposes. He likes to garden as well, and cooking is one of his main hobbies. Ask him to make a dish and he'll give you something you'll never forget.\n\nMagical Affinity: \nBelieve it or not Caleb has known about the world of magic since he was ten years old. He witnessed magic by accident, but he was too young to really delve into it. It was when he was a junior in high school that he was approached by a recruiter for BlackBrick. The things they told him only validated parts of his life that he questioned. He found a mentor, the Headmaster of BlackBrick Academy. The man instructed him, taught him with his parent's approval and kept him safe, even though Caleb was allowed to live his life he was warned that magic must be kept a secret. After graduating, he went on to become an adult film star, well known in the LGBTQ Adult Film Community. While pursuing his work, he also attended BlackBrick Academy, balancing a secret life of magic. He is experienced in battle magic and delves into healing. Battle Magic is touchy and is restricted in the Academy, but Caleb learns quickly and reads a lot.\n\nHabits: \nHe does tend to go overboard with drinking when he is at parties. He has a habit of biting his bottom lip when he is nervous. It is rather sexual if one observes it, but to him, it's not.\n\nLikes: \nHe likes having fun, reading murder mysteries, listening to music, vlogging, his job, cooking, and playing video games.\n\nDislikes: \nHe doesn't care to fondly for people who ruin the mood, drama queens, homophobes, bullies, disrespectful pricks whose only goal is to make the life of others miserable, fighting though he will do so if he has to, and insecurity.\n\nFears: \nHe has a fear of snakes. He watched a friend get attacked by one when he was growing up and he avoids them at all cost. He also has a fear of dying alone.\n\nPersonality: \nCaleb is the type of guy that knows what he wants and goes after it. Caleb is very smart, but most would never know his past in the school decathlon growing up. He doesn't talk about himself, but rather enjoys listening to others talk about their life and growing up. He is the type that will open his heart to those he trusts, and if they betray him he will cut them off. He can be funny, and motivational to others. He's been through a lot and has survived. He smiles more than he frowns but there are those days that he likes to be left alone. He is an extrovert and likes crowds, but again some days he likes solidarity. Dancing and singing are hobbies for him, two that helped him overcome. Caleb is flirtatious and will openly flirt with nearly anyone, sometimes just to get a reaction. He is confident in his sexuality and knows what he likes. In other words, CJ is quite promiscuous but he's not a stereotype and hates being labeled as such. He's a gentlemen most of all, and is very caring. He puts up a block to avoid relationships after dealing with a three year bomb.\n\nBackground: \nCaleb is a male model and adult film star, but when not filming he works at his parents Crisis Management Firm as a secretary. When not filming he enjoys living life to the fullest. While his parents accept him, they do not accept the side job he chose. Still, they love him and give their support when they can. Caleb was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to Aña Gonzalez and Robert Anderson. Though married, Robert was so busy being a businessman and alcoholic that he forgot to sign the birth certificate for Caleb thus leaving his last name as Gonzalez. Eventually, he came back and signed the document, and Caleb's last name was officially changed. They moved to Atlanta, Georgia shortly after his birth. His mother remarried after Robert's untimely death to Matthew Anderson, no relation to Robert Anderson.\n\nCaleb grew up as an average guy aside from a magical experience when he was ten years old. As well off as his parents are, Cj still likes to go to the thrift shop and enjoys the complexity of life. He gives to charities, but only those that support the LGBT community or have a true purpose, and he volunteers with various LGBT organizations whenever he can. After graduating high school, he went into modeling and starring in over 100 adult scenes. Cj is accomplishing a lot in his young life. When he was 13 years old, he was gay bashed outside of a Seven Eleven up the street from his house. His parents were furious and the one responsible was eventually caught and sentenced to jail. After that Cj decided to learn how to protect himself and took up self-defense classes. It would seem fate wanted Cj to get revenge because when he turned 18 he went to a club and ran into the very man that bashed him so long ago.\n\nUnlike others in his profession, he doesn't do drugs, but he enjoys the occasional cocktail. He hasn't tried anything else and doesn't have the drive to try anything either. The fast paced world he lives in does have its dark side, and he tries to stay out of that. Every scene he does he is well protected, and he gets tested regularly. After the bashing, he picked up a camera and started vlogging, telling his story to those who would watch. He would vlog whenever he got a chance as it was his outlet to deal with various things. Eventually, he garnered a large audience of over 3 million subscribers who watch his daily life as well as his covers of various songs. \n\nHe was on set in Orlando, FL when he received his acceptance letter to BlackBrick Academy. It was his chance to truly learn more than what the Headmaster was teaching him. He was sure the Headmaster was thrilled about his acceptance and after the test, he had to take to get into the school he figured a higher education would be great to keep his parents off his back. His parents are very accepting of magic and have kept it a secret since the Headmaster started training Caleb at age seventeen.\n\nCaleb has had a hard past. Even though he was gay bashed, cheated on, and had to deal with an alcoholic father who beat him when he got angry at Caleb, he still managed to overcome it all. He's successful and wants to better his life. His father died when he was young. His step dad treats him as if he were his own, and cares for him deeply.\n\nMiscellaneous: \nCaleb tends to walk around either naked or with only a pair of skimpy briefs on that show a little too much when in the dorm room. He is extremely confident and has every right to be, being as gifted as he is. Caleb can speak Spanish, and English fluently. He's working on learning Latin. Caleb is not human at all but is in fact an Incyus. A being made of pure arcane power that consume life leaving worlds void. When he arrived on earth he gave up that life in pursuit of happiness. He became Caleb Anderson and has lived as a human for 23 years."
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"value": "It was getting increasingly heavy in the tunnels. The last blade would prove to be the most difficult. Caleb struggled to breathe, but he pressed on because he had a duty to his friends and his school to protect, and he wouldn't let that damn Leviathan stay at large. As they neared it, his mind flashed to all the things he wanted to do when this was over. All the moments he wanted to make reality, but first, he needed to make sure they retrieved the blade and returned safely. He had to stay awake regardless of how heavy his chest was, regardless of how light-headed he felt, he owed them, they were his friends and one day he would have to tell them the truth of his origins.\n\nAmbrose had moved into the room and Caleb had stepped up watching and ready to step in if necessary. It was cold. Why was it so cold? Caleb's mind started piecing things together. It was unnaturally quiet in this place and unnaturally cold. When Ambrose grabbed the blade, Caleb's eyes widened. From the shadows, a creature with no face emerged. Reality warped around it to the point that it was hard to look at it, but he did.\n\n\"AMBROSE!\" Caleb yelled indicating for him to move. \"EVERYONE BACK THE WAY WE CAME!\" \n\n\"Oh God, what is that?\" Sam asked.\n\n\"Omnisis, a creature of dark intent. Legends surround it but I have never seen one until now,\" Caleb said as he ushered everyone into the tunnel. The creature's deafening screech made him clutch his ears. \"Keep going,\" he said knowing how fast the creature of legend could be. \"Ambrose, do you have it?\" Caleb asked making sure Ambrose was still holding the blade as they all ran down the tunnels."
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"value": "Ambrose barely had time to register what Caleb had screamed until Jeremy jerked him forward. The whole group took off sprinting to the exit. The doors slammed behind them, but everyone knew that wouldn't do much against that kind of creature. Ambrose panted as they took off down the tunnels, this time they didn't worry about finding their way around. Top prioty right was putting as much distance as possible between themselves and whatever Caleb had called it. Ambrose nodded in response to Caleb's question, waving the knife slightly.\n\n\"Listen-\" Ambrose panted, \"Get ready to take us back, we can't stay here any longer- and god, the pressure on my chest.\" Ambrose winced, it was getting steadily worse the longer they stayed. \n\nThey slowed to a jog, keeping on the move, but slow enough to catch their breath for at least a moment. Ambrose clutched his chest, as well as a few others of their group. Everyone was feeling the effect of this dimension on their body. Screeches echoed through the tunnels, making it impossible to tell if the Omnisis was on their trail or not. \n\n\"I remember the spell you taught me Caleb, just hurry, whatever happens, this knife needs to get back.\" Ambrose flinched when he realized other hissing sounds were audible now. Sam cursed under her breath, realizing the seal on the door must have been broken. \"Just keep running down the tunnels and get ready to jump through Caleb's portal.\" Everyone flinched when the screeches resumed, and now even the tapping of feet. \"Oh god-\""
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"value": "Age: 30\n\nSex: Male\n\nAppearance: 6'2\" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.\n\n\n\"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating.\" \n\nLike many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.\n\nHis real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.\n\nFunnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner. \n\n\"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it.\" \n\nBeing an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.\n\nWhile as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation. \n\nAfter years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.\n\nWhat he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.\n\n\"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry.\" \n\nDespite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.\n\nTravis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or \"pass-the-fist\" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.\n \n\"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes.\""
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"value": "The two mages held up their shields during Travis' barrage of gunfire, while the untalent ducked back behind cover. The shield's held up, but eventually the weaker of the duo's shield started to crack. It eventually broke after taking a shot from one of Travis' more powerful weapons, leaving him defenseless from getting cut to ribbons from the firearms. \n\nThe shotgunner was just about to pop back up to try to put an end to Travis' assault, however Zoey's attack caught him by surprise. He was blown back into the cover he was hiding behind with an audible thud from the force of the shot before falling to the ground, dead. \n\nWhile still holding up his energy shield, the final remaining attacker began to sling out rapid explosive energy blasts of his own to attempt to stop the barrage. Six in total, three at Travis, two at Zuri, and one at Zoey. He then charged up a teleport, re-appearing above the trio with his shield dropped and bringing down a charged shockwave attack towards Travis with his hands. It would activate as soon as it touched something solid, be it Travis himself or the metal deck. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\"Who would I be if I wasn't? Is it not an entertainer's job to create a spectacle?\" Nemo replied as he continued on to the next room. \n\n\"We're getting close.\" Nemo commented as he reached another hatch-style door. He spun it unlocked with a flick of his wrist and a simple spell and let gravity ease it open, revealing a much larger room with two men standing beside each other in the middle of it. Judging by their opposite appearances this was obvious the twin swordsmen Nemo spoke about earlier Sap and Sin Tao. \n\nBoth of them seemed to be of identical height of around 5'9\", asian, tanned, and wearing similar dark blue rugged militaristic uniforms. The only thing that was different between them is one brother had much longer black hair than the other, with the shorter haired brother wearing a red scarf around his neck. Both of them were wielding Thai Dha swords with runes etched into the sides of the blades. \n\n\"You know I was kinda hoping it would be them.\" Nemo said, leaning towards Raiya and whispering. \"Do you think they'll like, both talk at the same time? In harmony? That would be really cool.\" He added. \n\n\"You've both come this far to die, your fate was sealed the moment you set foot on this ship uninvited.\" Both the brothers said in unison, causing Nemo's eyes to light up. He turned to Raiya with an excited 'Did you hear that?' look on his face. Nemo then spawned his katana, figuring the two swordsmen were the most fitting excuse he was going to get. \n\n\"Have any preference on how we handle this?\" He said, still whispering. \"We could fight them together, or one for each of us, or one of us could just take both of them on.\" Nemo asked. \"If you want to do it together I hope you have a plan, because I just realized all the ones I thought of were way too complicated.\""
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"value": "Zoey rolled away from the explosive blast and reached to the throwing stars at her belt, throwing one at the shockwave coming down and one at the mage, before fading to another location and firing a short burst at him. She didn't tell Travis that she was going to try to take out the shockwave that way, though she hoped he'd handle it. Relocating again, she began looking for the jammer. She had hopes the other two could take out the mage. Most of the witches she'd worked with in her time could've."
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"value": "Raiya followed behind Nemo as he opened up the hatch to the next room which was much larger than the corridors that they were fighting in earlier. There in the large room, two asian looking men in uniform stood to greet them. The men were twins which Raiya was starting to feel was a bit redundant.\n\n\"Great,\" Raiya said sarcastically, \"I just love twins. They are so rare! I've never seen a pair of twins before in real life!\" She continued her sarcastic charade. Raiya rolled her eyes as they began to speak in unison as Nemo suggested they might.\n\nRaiya looked over at Nemo who was still whispering at her, \"I say we each take one, and if one of us beats their opponent first, we help the other.\" Raiya suggested, \"We don't have the luxury of time to play fair with these goons.\" Raiya said. \n\n\"I'll take the long haired one, you take the other one.\" She suggested."
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"value": "\"I just hope that they'll allow us to fight separately.\" Nemo replied. \n\nThe two twins suddenly locked hands, the action seemed to temporarily merge their two manapools together into one, powering them up with excess energy in the process. Even if someone wasn't using manalysis to pay attention to their pools, the longer haired brother's suddenly flowing hair was enough of a visual cue to tip someone off on what was going on. \n\nThe twins suddenly let loose of their hands and began to rapidly zig zag across the room towards Raiya and Nemo with enhanced speed, making it hard to track their positions. The brothers both reached Nemo and Raiya at the same time, drawing their swords and slashing at them from the top down.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nNemo drew his sword and blocked the incoming attack in one fluid motion. His draw speed on the sword was just as good as his revolver's. He pushed forward to knock the short haired brother back, then issued his counter attack by spinning around and slashing at an angle from the top, whipping the sword around with one hand for extra speed. The brother blocked the attack with his blade, but it left him open for a sneak attack from Nemo's free hand. The brother took a heavy punch to the gut, causing him to retreat back to regain his composure."
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"value": "Raiya didn't need to have her manalysis activated to know that these brothers were operating under aura harmonization. Although, she did briefly activate her manalysis to take a look at exactly how closely harmonized they were. Their manawaves were vibrating at almost the exact same frequency. Raiya couldn't actually tell how closely their auras were harmonized because her manalysis wasn't keen enough. But it was clearly passed the 90 percent similarity threshold. This meant their spells would be amplified at least twice as potent as they would have been normally. The mana waves resonated back and forth between each of the brothers, reverberating, creating a constructive interference. \n\nWatching the two operate so efficiently was really a bit impressive. Aura harmonization was extremely difficult. Mainly because, if you and your partner were not on the same wavelength, the result could create a destructive interference instead of a constructive interference. Which meant for a bit, you and your synchronizing partner would have less power than you would normally have. Even after breaking harmonization, if you messed it up, your power would not return to normal until up to twenty-four hours. Aura harmonization was truly a gambit, utilizing it in battle was a matter of high-risk moderate reward. \n\nThey rushed Nemo and Raiya, zigging and zagging up to them in a flash. Luckily Raiya's heightened senses allowed for a super human reaction time. Activating her biri-biri aura briefly, she lept slightly backwards, the sword swipe narrowly passing in front of her. Immediately after she shot a quick burst of 4 rounds at the long haired brother, moving her aim with each shot. The shots were evenly spread out. The first started at the left leg/femur and the last ending at the middle of the forehead (if the shots managed to land). Reguardless, Raiya spun adding momentum to her swing, and aimed a kogatana jab right at torso of the long-haired brother."
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"value": "\"Seriously?!\" Travis turned his head to Zuri with a surprised expression on his face just as she voiced her reluctance in participating in the ensuing battle. This had nearly dumbfounded him as he recalled she and Zoey fighting Bolsan hours later in what seemed like an intense fight; surely this skirmish was no more dangerous or frightening. With a annoyed sigh, Travis quickly returned his attention to back to suppressing their attackers, \"fine, just stay in cover until this is all done.\"\n\nSo far his strategy was in pinning down the patrol was proving effective; he watched as Zoey taking the imitative with his suggestion and successfully nailed one of the crew members as they frantically attempted to stop his attack. Not long after, one of the mages succumbed to the barrage of Travis' possessed firearms as their barrier failed to hold back the hot stream of lead. Travis was astonished as he saw the doomed mage's lifeless body convulse in a mist of red before they collapsed dead upon the metal deck. \n\nThe last man and mage of the patrol finally retaliated by unleashing a snap-shot of energy bolts at Travis' team. Zoey cleared out without issue but that only left him and Zuri to handle with the explosive bolts. With little time to respond with another spell, he quickly recalled his hijacked arsenal and hurled them at the energy attacks as desperate defense. The collective grouping of hard plastic and metal on each bolt appeared to have been enough detonate all five of the remaining explosive shots. Travis covered his face as a rush of fumes from the explosions enveloped the area.\n\nJust as the smoke cleared up, Travis noticed that the mage had vanished, no longer in cover but he was soon found overhead already charging another spell; he could quickly tell by his mana analysis that is would be a big one. With little time to spare, Travis squeezed the capsule in his left hand, causing the grey powder to disperse through his fingers. Within his hand now was a glowing mana crystal coursing with raw mana. Travis taped into a portion of his reserves to commune with the shard before quickly channeling its mana into his right hand where three new runic circles have formed.\n\nTravis wasted no time and discharged all three runes a split second after the mage hurled a massive energy shockwave right on top of him. The moment the runes activated, a dark cloudy mass spewed forth from them, followed by a near-blinding fulmination of surging electrons shooting up towards the mage like a lightning strike. Travis' latest spell was certainly his most vicious but also the most inconsistent when observed in earlier trials as the produced ionized streaks had the tendency of not directly hitting their targets. Luckily however, Zoey had also responded to the threat with two shurikens rapidly spinning towards the mage and their devastating attack. This unintended stroke of ingenuity guided Travis' lightning bolts right towards his targets."
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"value": "Ok so... making a new guy for this:\nSpecies: Pangoro\nGender: Male\nMoves: \nCounter (learned from many hours of training)\nBullet Punch\nBrick Break\nCrunch\nBio: \nWhere to begin with the story of Eralion. It would take a lot to actually say every bit of details from his life until now, but we shall go with the important parts.\n\nEralion was born from a Mawile father and a mother Pangoro in a forest far from Allure town. We could say it was an awkward family, but both of Eralion's parents loved each other. They worked long hours in the forest to defend the smaller creatures that would be too weak to fight, protected them from harm. Eralion look up at them, proud of having parents like these, though that was before he started to hear about guild's from some passer by. Those people talked to his parents quite some times, asking for directions to a mystery dungeon that was a bit farther north from their forest. Though a lot of times it was starting to get night and his parents usually invited them to stay for the night. Because of this, Eralion heard lots of stories of guilds, people helping out others, working side by side. When the guest left, Eralion asked lots of times to his parents about if he could go to Allure town to join a guild, though because of how far away it was, they said no, because it was too risky to move. Eralion though didn't give up. Instead of asking more and more, he started to train, fighting and punching, also learning from the old Wobbufett in the forest who gave advices to travellers. Both Eralion and the old Wobbufett got along quite fine, and it was also that way he learned to use counter, a move that normal Pancham could not learn. \n\nAfter quite some training, Eralion asked his parents again if he could go to the guild now, being stronger than before. His parents said no again, though Eralion didn't give up. One day during his parents usual patrol, he followed them in secret. It was then that he saw a primeape going to hit a zigzagoon with a karate chop. His parents were about to go and help, though Eralion moved quicker. He moved in front of the zigzagoon and used counter. When the strike hit, Eralion's parents were horrified, only to have Eralion strike back the primeape full force, actually damaging him so much that he almost fainted, with Eralion holding on, giving a bit of breathing from the hit. He then quickly rushed and used Karate Chop also, finishing off the ape. His parents were surprised by this, but also mad for him to go into so much risk there. Eralion looked at them, before giving a smile, telling them he was alright. Sure he took some damage there, but he still felt like he could continue fighting. His parents looked at each other concerned.\n\nThat night his parents told him he could go to the guild after all, though that he should be careful. Eralion nodded, saying that he would. Finally he was going to have some adventure.\nThe next morning he packed up everything that he needed, and gave his last goodbye's to his parents. He then left his home. He wanted to return one day when he would have become much stronger and able to protect the forest, but for now the prospect of a new adventure loomed overhead.\n\nThough his travels weren't as fun and games as he thought it would be. One of those days he was passing in large mountain territory where many old ruined buildings were. As he passed by, he heard screaming, creatures going and running away. What he saw was a granbull, attacking nearby dragon types, laughing at them. This made Eralion's blood boil. The granbull was already damaged a bit, but not enough to actually be defeated by any creatures around. Eralion rushed forth and used karate chop on the thing, only to have it turn around and then headbutt him right in the arm. This hurted Eralion a lot. The granbull moved closer and closer to Eralion.\n\n\"Well well… a little hero want to stop me… how cute…. Now where was I… oh right….\" The granbull says before going to use headbutt again, though Erion resisted and used counter, striking the thing back full force, weakening him more.\n\"Why you little… able to use counter eh… you won't resist long though.\" He says. He was right. Eralion could not resist another hit. He started to run full force, going to get away from the thing. The thing started to chase after him, though weakened cause of the damage Eralion caused to him. Eralion had to find somewhere to hide… something to help him… something….\n\nIt was then that something in him just slightly broke as he heard the footsteps moving closer and closer to him. He looked to the direction of the granbull, slight energy being felt from the ground of the ruins,\n\n\"There you are… well… time to fi…\" he start to say before Eralion got up, his eyes in a new rage.\n\"Still have so...\" was the last thing before Eralion, who in a last attempt, rushed and striked the granbull right in the face, faster than anything he ever did before. He had just used bullet punch! The granbull falled on the ground, KO now. It was then that multiple dragon types walked by, looked at Eralion who was breathing deeply. He lost consciousness then.\n\nWhen he got back to himself, he was in a large cave with a couple of dratini's playing in the corner. His wounds were patched with bandages. As he look up, he saw a Dragonite pass near him.\n\"Ah… Finally awake… Here…\" she says before giving him a plate of berries.\n\"You should be hungry…. Eat up.\" She says. Eralion smiled and ate up, hungry like heck at the moment. He looked at his arm that he used bullet punch with. He saw a slight silver lining under his fur, but not much else. How did he even use that move anyway. He wasen't a steel type, and pancham could not learn such move. But also they could not learn counter. He knew he was different, but that different and able to use that attack?\n\nAfter eating, he thanked the Dragonite family before going and leaving, going back on his way to Allure town. He still had a lot of road to do, and he knew his adventure wasen't over yet.\nAppearance: He looks like a normal pancham, though under his fur of his left and right arm, theres is a slight silver coloring.\n\n Differences: He trained many hours with a Wobbufett to be able to learn counter. He will also be able to learn steel type move cause of his strange genetics, though he will retain his normal typing."
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"value": "\"Josh, wake up!\"\nJosh opened his eyes upon hearing Matt's voice. With all of the thoughts going through his head that night, he didn't get much sleep. He yawned as Matt put him in the bucket and drained the water out of the tub. \"Here.\" Matt said, handing him a pastry.\n\"You eat it, Matt. I'm not hungry.\" Josh said, pushing it away.\n\"I know you're a little stressed about what happened yesterday, but you need to eat something.\" He split the pastry in half. \"At least eat this. You need your energy today.\"\nJosh reluctantly took the pastry, and took a bite out of it as they headed down the stairs. They waited in the lobby for Hex and Anthony, hoping they'd wake up soon."
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"value": "[Spruce]\n\nThe noibat gets the first attack on me, however, he wastes it on using screech... yeah, it hurt my ears, but I was otherwise okay.*What the heck is he planning with that?*I ask myself as I lash out at the thing with Void whip, obviously surprising the noibat, who, despite flinching from my attack, continued his own attack by tackling me, sending me to the back wall of the dojo. \"Ugh...\" I end up saying as I slide down the wall. I get back up, however, not to be defeated so easily, and leer at the noibat, as well as secretly prepare for another tackle attack... which comes shortly after. This time, I was prepared enough to dodge the attack, and counter with another Void whip. The thing was nearly beaten, and I was ready to finish him off when he shouts \"ENOUGH!\" He then retreats, and Gabe tosses me an oran berry to heal up the wounds that I have taken. I quickly eat the thing, and my next opponent, the dratini, slithers forwards, while the noibat quickly eats his own oran berry. \"Alright, let's make this quick,\" the dratini says to me before Gabe says \"Fight two... begin!\" I manage to attack with Void Whip before the dratini could do anything, which the thing wasn't expecting one bit. He tried to counter with the move wrap, however, I was able to dodge the move, and continue on, this time with leer... a move that I feel as though I should replace ASAP. Another wrap, but, this time, I wasn't so lucky.... this... wasn't the best thing in the world, and I was trying to break free attacking with Void whip after Void whip, but this thing was durable, and persistent. As soon as I was freed from wrap, I managed a powerful, well-aimed void whip right to the thing's face, knocking him out. As soon as he woke back up, he said \"E-enough... ow...\" and slithered back to his position. My next opponent would be the axew, and I knew I had to come prepared.\n\n---\n\n[Bonnie]\n\nI finally found a mission that didn't look too difficult or nightmare-inducing. Apparently, some mother Pyroar lost her son in sunnyside plains, which meant that I got to head back to that place, and perhaps even meet my friends again... of course, I would be helping out a cat... I'd just have to try my hardest not to run away this time, as it could have led to someone's death last time I did that.*I'll just have to be braver... and this is the best mission on here... the only one for us, at least.*I think as I take the mission off of the board and look around for my teammates. I heard both William and Samuel here earlier when I was trying to pick out a mission, but I was a little too focused to respond... thankfully, it seemed as though William was still here, and I quickly showed him the mission, and asked \"Hey, do you know where Samuel went? We should try to find him before we head off,\" that voice almost didn't seem like my own... after such a nice rest, I didn't sound as though I was constantly fighting back tears and pain... I almost sounded normal, for some reason, and that much was apparent to a nearby bellsprout who was carrying some odd, unidentifiable item. \"Hm? You sound different today, Bonnie,\" he responded... though, why or how he knew me by name was beyond me, given that I have never met a bellsprout before. He then continued with \"...uh, Bonnie? Why are you giving me that confused look?\" After a bit of thinking, he simply continued on with \"Oh, right, the name part... I kinda overheard you introducing yourself to your team. Congrats on joining, by the way,\" I then turn my attention back towards William, though, I was slightly annoyed with that bellsprout for eavesdropping on me."
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"value": "-William-\nI yawn a bit, and grab the slip of paper. \"Hm... I guess... ugh...\" I say. I say \"I think we should get a little more rest, I'm not awake at all yet...\" and I suddenly hear some weird chanting down-ladder. I jump at the sudden, random loudness, and hear \"ONE! DON'T SHIRK WORK!\" and I rub my eyes as I go invisible for a second to see what was happening. \"TWO! RUN AWAY AND PAY!\" I hear, and the sheer loudness makes me fall. It kicks up some dust, and I lie still, and there's silence. Everyone seemed confused, since they couldn't see a thing, but something made the dirt and rock shift. After about a minute of random chatting, Chatot says \"Well, then, back to the morning chant!\" and I hear \"THREE! SMILES GO FOR MILES!\" and then the group is released. \"I wonder where that new team went... I was going to introduce them,\" Chatot grumbles. I climb up the ladder as fast as possible and go back to normal. \"Ow... my ears hurt after that...\" I whine, rubbing my head. \"I don't know where Sam went, I think he's in Treasure Town somewhere.\" I climb up the ladder and walk down the hill, and hear a scrafty yelling something, and I walk in that direction. He seemed to be far away, but he was loud.\n\n-Samuel-\nI slouch as I walk back to the guild, after scaring off a pretty lady. I made sure my dimples showed and everything! Ugh. I hear some stomps behind me, and I look back and see a Scrafty, and that same Kirlia. The scrafty walk over to me, pulling up his pants every two steps. He growls at me, and says \"You hit on my girl, and then you make her cry, bro!\" and he pushes me. I begin sweating and he pushes me again. I say \"Stop! I didn't mean to,\" and he pushes me a third time. His pants almost fall from him not pulling them up, again. \"You might want to get smaller pants,\" I say and he glares at me. He pushes me to the ground and spits on me. The acid lands right on my stomach, and I squeal like a wild spoink as it begins burning me. He then picks me up and throws me to the ground and when I get up, he continues shoving me. Bloody tears were flowing down my face and I begin to feel dizzy. The Kirlia runs up and says \"Stop! Stop, I think he knows! Please, stop...\" and the Scrafty continues beating me up and taunting me. I had a sense that he was holding back on beating down on me because of my small size, but that thought was diminished after he picks me up and slams me against a wall, really hard. \"I-I'm--\" I say before he stops me and says \"YOU'RE WHAT, HUH? WELL SAY IT, SHRIMP!\""
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"value": "As Shadowlight looked at her wounds, she though a bit. She had been training quite a lot lately with this whole superhero role thing. It felt good to let out some anger on those criminals. At least she was doing something good. She waited on a building near the dojo, waiting for Spruce, hiding, observing. Might as well rest up a bit before continuing. It will probably take time before Spruce is finish with the dojo anyway. Well, best to just wait. She breath in deeply, and observed the place around. People were walking around, talking, some talking about weather, some about the whole fact that she was beating down criminals around town. At least this would make the crime rate drop a bit. Though it mght make the guild have less work. Bah... With the usual number of missions, it would probably not bother that much. So she waited. When will Spruce go and beat those criminals down?"
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"value": "Current EXP: 0\n\nInventory: \n\nClothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,\n\nWeapons: Bite, Sharp Claws, \n\nAcquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character. \n\nSharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease. \n\nKnowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.\n\nUnarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands\n\nRookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment. \n\nBloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.\n\nGravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust. \n\nSilk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.\n\nStone Skin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection.\n\nDead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.\n\nDeathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.\n\nStone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.\n\nTitles:\n\nBlessings: \n\nBlessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.\n\nDevils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...\n\nCurses:\n\nCurrent Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6\n\nPast evolutions and xp: \nHobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)\nGoblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)\n\nNotable places: Directions from starting cave.\nChurch to the east?\nWolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.\nVenomous vipers to the south east.\nVenomous spiders to the North East\nBats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.\nalso possible legendary beast to the far far north.\nGender: Male\n\nAppearance:\nGhoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him. \n\nHobgoblin \"The Variant\" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.\n\nGoblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.\n\nPersonality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.\n\nPast Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.\n\nSkill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.\n\nOther: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come."
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"value": "Goblin Zats\n\nGina's offer to make shields for them all sounded good but Zats decided to use the one Shirila had given him because he was gonna have to get used it. \"Thanks but I'm gonna use the Everoak shield, it was given to me so I could protect you after all.\" Arch's comment about the spears was true and he wondered what he could do about it. Suddenly he remembered that his role in the battle was simply to block, so he might not even need his shield and besides maybe the heavy shield would be easier to handle with two hands. As he moved to the benches where Gina placed it to test his theory he noticed the bookcase and wondered if he could find some useful info there. \n\nAfter he spent a few minutes getting used to wielding the shield two-handed he headed straight for the books and looked for one that he could read and hopefully learn something from. He really wanted to find one about magic, but knew that was unlikely and probably too advanced for him at that point.\n\nEXP: 4\n\nInventory: \n\n* Rabbit-spear,\n* Rabbit hide-loincloth,\n* Sharp bone,\n* Everoak Shield\n\n\nAcquired Skills:\n\n* crush,\n* knowledge of the three,\n* pole arm combat beginner\n\n\nTitles:\n\nBlessings:\n\nCurses:"
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"value": "Goblin Gina\n\n\n---\n\n\nDᴀʏ 4\n\n@Wildman13@Darked13@Duthguy\n\n As she asked and heard the various different suggestions of the two, she agreed as each was sound and valid to their quest in combating the undead. Remembering what happened last night. Taking out one of them last night with a blunt weapon quite easily. So she started working, bending one of the benches upside down and taking alook for loose and easily removable part. Using her chair leg to pry it open the parts like an crowbar. She quickly went on to work with the mace that Arch asked for while using the leftovers to make a small shield for herself just large enough to shield her arms.\n\n She quickly grabs a piece of cloth and straps it onto the shield so that she can grip it and hold the shield easily. What's left of the cloth, she used to attach and tie it around a few of the wooden scraps onto the tip to make a mace like weapon for Arch. Satisfied and left with no more things to use and above all tools to property make them, she finally gives the mace to Arch hoping that it was good enough for him to use.\n\n She then turns her attention towards Zat. Which was training, After a while he sits down and looks at the book case and seeing that he wanted to read something but, was contemplating if it he can or should. She decided to help him as she grabs a book that she knows that can help him understand the writings in the books [color=red] \"Next time you better pray like you mean it.\" She says with a small blush in her cheeks as she puts the book to him going back and searching the area for anything she could use for purging the skeletons. \n\n \n\nEXP: 44\n\nCompanions:\npet rabbit, the rabbit is now tamed and will help the goblin and comfort the goblin whenever needed. If trained can become a great attack rabbit or guardian.\n\nInventory: \nMakeshift net \n\nAncient sword.\n\nAcquired Skills: \nAncient script: this goblin now knows the ancient language of humans past allowing her to more easily read and write things in such a language.\n\nAmateur carpenter: This goblin has learned the basics in the art of carpentry, she can now understand how to make simple contraptions with wood as its base like a table or chair, more knowledge of the subject will allow the goblin to create much more complex items like siege weapons\n\nClaw Climbing: \n\nDevastating double strike: devastating double strike allows the user to quickly make a direct strike and follow up with a second strike just as quickly. The strike when used properly can create an opening wound and the follow up can destroy the internal organs or bones\n\nCapture: \n\nTitles: \nBunny Catcher,\n\nBlessings:\nBlessing of the eternal mother (Shirila): The goddess of earth has given the first blessing in decades to her newest priest. She has been given strengthening muscles and bones to handle more damage and a now eternal connection to the earth (now easier to evolve into earth-based creatures)\n\nCurses:"
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"value": "Age: 25\nGender: Orc\n\nSpecies: The great orc like beast stands 8 feet tall, and has thick green skin. Most Orcs tend to be dumb and agressive creatures, always fighting for their own survival without regards for others. But Corc is one of the exceptions.\n\nAppearance: \n\n\nCorc is completely bald, and wears thick leather armour that covers his upper body. He wears brown pants, which have been tattered and damaged somewhat from below. He has a big scar on his chest area, which is covered up by his armour. He also carries a thick, two horned helmet on his back, which is tied firmly to his neck. He also wears dark brown shoes and spiked gauntlets.\n\nAbilities: Corc has great strength and durability, but his speed is lacking. Despite being an orc, he can be surprisingly intelligent during battle sometimes, assuming he's serious.\n\nSpecial Weaknesses: Magic and focused piercing attacks. If the same part of his body is targeted repeatedly, he will eventually take severe damage.\n\nWeapons: A massive mace, a large helmet, spiked gauntlets.\n\nItems: Corc carries a healing salve with him, which can slowly heal wounds after a long period of time.\n\nBackstory: For the last ten years, Corc has been working for the Stormpeak Empire in order to make a living. He would often travel the world, not quite living in one place for long for good reason. Many people do not enjoy the company of orcs, as they often break into violent fits and destroy everything and everyone around them, including their own allies. Corc, however, had learned discipline during his many missions. He can still be consumed by his anger, but he has learned how to control it for the most part.\n\nThe Stormpeak Empire, however, values the great strength that Orcs possess. As such, many of them were allowed to live in the mountains. Corc himself grew up on one of those mountains, with his father and mother.\n\nOther: Corc often does whacky things to please himself and those he considers his allies, either just to have fun or because he's bored. He is unusually kind and understanding, unlike most of his race. He is kind-hearted, and would risk his life to protect his friends if need be."
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"value": "....\n\n Fauve had to laugh when the runner ran right into Gabriel, nothing like a moronic incident to get a giggle out of her. Cheap thrills, that's about the sum of her life. The incident did ring true from one perspective though, this running bookworm had some important matter going on to be in such a hurry, especially at this time of night. Honestly, she didn't give two damns about what important matters the guy had going on, but since Fauve, as usual, had little better to do, she leaned in against Jack to view the map. \n\nThe map wasn't really anything special, and resembled one made by those dumbass pirate types who were stupid enough to mark off the location of their treasure on a piece of parchment. Nothing like being so blatantly dumb that you need to make a drawing to remember where you hid your wealth. That of course didn't mean this was a treasure map of any kind, especially since crossing off an entire town and circling a nearby forest didn't exactly mark a specific spot, but it did amuse Fauve's mind just a little to entertain the thought of it for a passing minute.\n\n\"You are right about one thing, Gabe,\" She said, taking her weight off Jack and looking in direction the runner had gone, \"this map could mean anything, and it's because of that I'm not too overly keen on traipsing after the guy. Hell, he might have just been running because he's late getting to bed with a whore for the night, and the map could be no more than his recently expired travel plans. Nadska's been done and done, so to speak.\" \n\nShe reached up and plucked a small twig from the tree, stuck one end in her mouth to chew it while mulling the situation over a tad more. She looked up the road. She looked down the road. She looked back at the tavern. She spat the twig from her mouth.\n\n\"You know what?' She said, gave her crotch another hefty scratch. \"I don't really give a shit either way, but I haven't got nothing better to do either. That's my life in a nutshell, to be perfectly honest, so I'm up for a little mosey around if you two are. Might even turn out to be a bit of fun.\" \n\nShe chugs back a few swallows of wine and tosses the empty bottle aside.\n\n ...."
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"value": "A tinge of dread shot through Ren upon catching sight of the bumbling thief who managed to bump into another person before vanishing into the shadows of the village outskirts. Anything that went out of Nadska's routine almost always spelled disaster for more than just one reason. There was something sacred with the daily rote of everyone's task in the village: the bakers heated their ovens at five in the morning; the guards changed their shifts at six; and the monks chanted their Reshud at seven. This synchrony of activities meant that everything was going fine, that nothing was wrong. Thus, once something is out of place, like random theft at dawn, meant that everything else in the town was going to follow (like the murder committed in the tavern, for one). With the guards too busy investigating the tavern, no one was there to catch the thief, and it was only a matter of time before this things escalated.\n\nHowever, all of these doubts somewhat melted when the woman beside him held his arm and met his gaze with hers. At that moment, Ren wondered how can pale lavenders be so comforting when there were so many questions dangling in the air with regard to the future of his village. When the jolt of purple electricity ran through the nerves of his skin, Ren's eyes widened as his mouth opened in a look of pleasant of surprise. The tiny violent fork mesmerized the musician who began to laugh in a voiceless fascination before looking at the woman again.\n\nShe had already begun talking about the town hall, and Ren only nodded in agreement. The town hall stored a lot of information with regard to the village's status. If anything, they might contain records of any sightings in the area. But, Ren gulped in doubt when he realized that Devlin had the social communication skill of a babe. Her choice of words were not exactly friendly or... normal, should he dare place it. She also had that righteous temper she needed to keep track of. Diplomacy was important in the field of politics, and, perhaps, he can help her out in that area should she decide on it. After all, he certainly did not want her reducing another person to an ashen heap with those purple electric surges of hers.\n\nBut, that can be topic for another day (or, a few hours later).\n\nHe placed a reassuring hand on top of hers which gripped his forearm. He then began to weave a series of signs which expressed the message of 'you can always expect my help; and this church will be your home as well'. A heavy silence already curtained the temple which served as the sign that the monks of Heren already slumbered on after an exhaustive night of prayers.\n\nWhen Devlin expressed her intention to rest as well, Ren lit up as he began to lead her down the stairs where they could retire to his quarters for some well-earned rest. But, the dreary quiet made the surroundings of the village all the more clearer. The winds carried with them an ominous sound, almost like a cacophony of roars reverberating in the forest opposite of Nadska. Another breach of routine. Ren's neck snapped in the seeming direction of the noise like a prey sensing a predator. His gaze hardened as it swept over the blanket of darkness shrouding the woodlands, and his teeth bit at his bottom lip in worry.\n\nHe opted to turn his sights on Devlin before giving her a worried smile. He began to create his signs again.\n\n'Did you hear that, too? I heard a roar.'\n\nThe musician turned his sights up to the night sky slowly being pierced with dawn's light. The red streaks of the sun forking out in wispy streams as it illuminated the shadows. He breathed in a fresh scent of air as if relishing the last few sights and scents of normalcy before everything goes into madness. He really wished that he was wrong, but with the trend of things, the world just wanted to keep proving him wrong.\n\n'That is not what you are looking for, right?' Ren signed.\n\nAfter a moment, Ren shook his head before offering a weak grin. He raised his hands again.\n\n'My apologies-- burdening you with such thoughts when we should be resting, right?'"
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"value": "Corc began to step out of the forest, hoping to be able to spend the night in a tavern. More loud thumps could be heard throughout the forest from behind, causing the orc to stop immediately. He turned around to see what it was, but he was unable too. A load roar suddenly echoed throughout the forest, making Corc raise his guard. The darkness of the night made it difficult for him to see what was coming, and whatever it was had chosen to take caution in it's approach. The orc seemed confuzzled for a moment. \"Corc no longer roaring and stomping...IS CORC HAVING DEJA VU?!\" He muttered to himself.\n\nThat's when Foeldar appeared from the darkness of the night, his arms raised. The orc rose his arms immediately in response, catching Foeldar's arms firmly right before they smashed into his head. Despite catching it, the orc began to slide back further and further from the sheer force of Foeldar's strike. Corc seemed surprised and seemed to be having some trouble. \"Urk...!\" He'd fought many enemies in the past, but only very few had enough physical strength to push him back. The orc dug his feet slightly into the dirt, taking a more sturdy stance. He stopped sliding backwards. He began to use the strength of his own arms to try to push both his and Foeldar's arms towards their side. Corc frowned. \"Why do trees keep attacking Corc?...Corc did nothing wrong!\" He blurted out in response.\n\nBoth Corc and Foeldar's physical strength seemed on par with one another, causing it to essentially turn out into a power struggle between the two monstrosities. Corc had no intention of losing! He'd show this new tree opponent what for, too! \"Corc will SMASH...\" He huffed angrily, but then another roar emerged. But this time, it did not come from Corc or Foeldar's mouths, but from below. \"CORC HUNGRY...\" He muttered in a sad tone, as his stomach continued to growl. Corc had been travelling for several hours without eating."
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"value": "A low growl emanated from Foeldar's throat as Corc caught both of his mighty arms in it's hands. Foeldar pressed down with all of his might, but to no avail, as the orc had found its footing. Weakling. The growl became a low roar, building with his frustration at the orc's refusal to die. A rumble from below, and the orc kept yelling. The colossus took a deep breath and forced himself down upon the resilient creature with all the strength he could spare. Make it squeal. Foeldar's mouth shot wide open and released a raspy howl. A thick, cyan cloud poured out from within, the hallucinogenic spores quickly infiltrating Corc's lungs with every breath. It would only take a few spores, a few seconds to take hold.\n\nThe low roar slowly began to shift into a devilish chuckle as Foeldar retrieved his arms from the hands of his foe and delivered a swift but shallow kick to push the orc away, backing off slowly and watching intently for signs that the spores had fulfilled their purpose. Lily watched as the once gentle giant donned the face of an expectant murderer, standing emotionless by a distant tree. You're having too much fun. Foeldar's eyes drifted to her, attracted to the light glinting from her eyes. She was never there. He turned his head slowly back to Corc, expecting to see the orc struggling to comprehend the hallucinations that should've already begun. Foeldar had been holding back for as long as he could remember, but now he found an enemy worthy of his full might. Tonight was a night for fun. And he would have his fill."
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"value": "Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.\nAge: 24\nGender: Male \nPhysical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.\nClothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.\nPersonality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart."
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"value": "Prince Aiden didn't know how to respond to this level of betrayal. \"Wel- What can I do then?\" \n\n\"Well I mean, the only thing that we can do now is kill your brother.\" Neil replied flippantly, talking out of his ass as he usually did in hairy situations. It usually worked, oddly enough. This time was no exception. \n\n\"I can't kill him.\" Aiden said, defeated. While the prince was in a downward spiral, Neil's brain was working a mile a minute. He approached the prince. \"You're going to need to start thinking about this whole thing differently. Why do you wear dress uniform if you've never been in combat?\" \n\n\"I have been in combat.\" Aiden said, though halfway through his sentence Neil started talking again, interrupting the prince. \"Didn't he kill your father? Have you forgotten that you're now an orphan?\" He let the words sink in. \"Because of him? The brother you're trying to protect so much. Killed your father then your sister. He tried to duel you to the death when we were visiting and now he's framed you in front of the entire planet and it's put us in jeopardy too. You know usually I don't mind jeopardy-\"\n\n\"Enough!\" \n\n\"Unless it's the vidcaster game show-\" \n\n\"I said shut up.\"\n\n\"We're in his compound now.\" Neil pressed. \"I'm no assassin but if we don't do this, your father's murderer will win and I don't know about you but your dad seemed like a cool guy. You know maybe you were so far up your own ass you never noticed.\" \n\nAiden punched Neil in the face, staggering the Pilot. Taya's jaw dropped, her gasp audible. Neil caught himself as Aiden grabbed his bruised fist and rubbed it, looking at Neil in anger. The young pilot rebounded quickly, with only a split lip. But he didn't strike the prince back. Instead he tongued behind his gums, and then spat out a small bit of blood. \"Was wondering if you had it in you.\" Neil said. \n\nThe Prince breathed heavily, but his eyes met those of Neil and they seemed to have a brief understanding. Neil had purposely goaded Aiden into rash action to prove he had the capability of not simply being a negotiator. Taya walked up and grabbed Neil's face, looking at his lip as she asked. \"So what do we do?\""
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"value": "unebug's mouth flattened into a hard line of disapproval as the brief scuffle unfolded. She glanced at Taya's screen as the girl moved to interpose herself between the two men. Most of it was nonsense to her, save for the running video of a news cast discussing the video of 'Aiden' killing his sister.\n\n\"How do we know he is even still here?\" Aiden asked pointedly refusing to look at Neil.\n\n\"He probably is, down with the command group of this little coup,\" Sayeeda replied, running a hand through her slightly too long hair. She made a mental note never to leave the Highlander without her armor again and then mentally chided herself for it. You couldn't be on all the time, not and still be human at any rate.\n\n\"Besides he dosen't strike me as the kind to leave his hot little piece here...\" she nodded at the trussed woman. She was awake now and gared at Sayeeda with impotent fury, unable to speak for the cargo tape over her mouth. \n\n\"... all alone,\" Sayeeda concluded and winked suggestively at the bound woman. Spots of color appeared on the other womans cheeks, making her look lovely rather than the enraged she was probably going for.\n\n\"What are our options then, go down their shooting? Surely it has to be more complicated than that.\"\n\n\"People always seem to think going in shooting is uncomplicated,\" Junebug complained philosophically. \n\n\"But he has already spread the video that shows you killing your sister,\" Taya interjected, \"Will the people still support you?\"\n\n\"I had enjoyed fairly broad based support, this conspiracy is based on whipping up uncertainty rather than any love for Alexander,\" Aiden said looking uncomortable.\n\n\"We can release the unedited footage,\" Taya said, \"It might take a while but people will accept the …\"\n\n\"Yeah yeah,\" Junebug interjected, \"all very interesting points to consider after the usurper is dead. Taya get into the video feeds and find out where they are.\" The girl leaped to the console and began typing furiously.\n\nThe bound woman's eyes flicked to the door, beacuse Junebug was looking at her she caught the motion. The indicator had gone green, someone was in the hall. She lifted her weapon just as the door hissed open."
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"value": "Senator Giaus entered the room, in the middle of reciting an oration he was to give soon before he realized that he stared down the barrel of a machine gun. He froze two steps in, gathering his wits to process just what had happened. Behind him four armed men held their weapons at the ready. \n\n\"Wait!\" Giaus ordered his men, keeping them from unloading into the room. Neil had his gun aimed at Giaus's calm visage. The man wasn't elderly yet, but he was definitely aged, with a well groomed light grey beard and close cropped hair. His blue eyes were sharp and intelligent, and he would appear kindly if not for the circumstances that were transpiring at the moment. Giaus's eyes went to the gorgeous woman on the ground, and then back to Prince Aiden, and then to his companions.\n\nOnce the senator realized he was still alive, he began to speak. \"I see you're resourceful,\" he said, and if Neil didn't know better, he could swear there was admiration in his voice. The men behind him wore tactical helms, darkened visors obscuring their faces. Giaus drew himself up, his arms and hands now firmly rested within the arms of his robes. \"Come now, what do you hope to accomplish?\" He asked. \"Dar'mond is the mob. Even if you somehow succeeded here, Prince Aiden would need to convince millions he was innocent.\" \n\n\"I think you should be focusing more on how you're getting out of this mess,\" Neil said. Taya had already hidden herself behind the couch. \"See we tend to shoot first and think strategic politics later, and as of this moment you're not giving us a lot of incentive to hold back.\""
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"value": "Gaius stiffend in fear but his face looked resolved. Junebug recognized the expression from the faces of rookie troopers about to run a gauntlet of enemy fire. The man clearly figured that so long as he held firm and survived he would be victorious. That didn't stop him from being afraid, but he probably didn't think Aiden would kill him out of hand. It as poor judgment indeed if the senator thought Aiden was even the second biggest threat in the room right now.\n\n\"Taya, can you pull up holocam footage from the security system?\" Junebug asked as an idea crawled into her mind. Taya made a vexed sound from her monitor, artfully experessing how limited she judged Junebugs understanding of technical matters.\n\n\"Yes, but there are thousands of cameras in the palace, even sorting by confernce rooms or something it could take…\"\n\n\"Can you back track from this stiff's arrival, I'm willing to bet he came from wherever they were holed up.\" The speculation as immediately borne out by a look of panic on Gaius' face. Taya spun back to the console and began furiously tapping buttons. It would take her a minute or so but using the sophisticated holo editing software it was at least possible.\n\n\"Did you know that they were going to kill my father,\" Aiden asked quietly. Gaius stiffened at the question and cast a sidelong look at the prince, his face becoming a mask of false disgust.\n\n\"You mean did I know that YOU were going to kill your father\" the senator mocked. Aiden's eyes blazed with fury and he took a step closer to Gaius. The man must have known Aiden as a gentleman, or else his contempt for the prince overmastered his reason.\n\n\"For generation we have made do licking your family's boots for what scraps you give us, well from now on its going to be different, Alexander was so desperate that his handsome big brother not ascend to the throne 'he' was destined for. We wil supplant him within a year. I think we proved that your family is just as mortal as the rest of us when we killed dear old dad…\"\n\nAiden made a growl of inarticulate rage and lunged at the seator. Junebug realised to late he was going for a pistol and leaped for the prince. Aiden smashed the butt of the weapon into the old man's nose with a sickening crunch that sent him staggering back. The big pistol went off just as Junebug grabbed Aiden's arm. The boom was deafening in the high ceilinged chamber. Gaius screamed and pitched back against a wall, clutching his hip where blood welled between his fingers.\n\n\"You idiot!\" Junebug snapped as she pulled the pistol from the prince's hand.\n\n\"He killed my father, I have every right…\" The palace alarm began to sound, a high warbling sound.\n\n\"You had the right?!\" She pointed her assault rifle at the moaning senator offhanded and squeezed the trigger. A half dozen rounds stuttered out, jerking the man spasmodically and spraying blood and brain matter against one of the expensively polished walls.\n\n\"Who gives a fuck about your rights? Now the whole fucking palace knows we are here!\" she snarled, thrusting the pistol back into Aiden's hand and springing for the door to the patio. It as securely locked barring retreat to the air car, not that it would have been a great option with the anti-air defences alerted. She put three rounds into the reinforced glass, resulting in little more than a scratch.\n\n\"Looks like the only way out is through,\" she said, her voice growing calmer as her options narrowed and there was nothing left to do but actually act.\n\n\"Taya feed as the route as you decode it, Neil, lets go,\" she commanded, leaping over the remains of the senator and racing deeper into the palace."
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However, he does have a few ranged attacks\n\nWeapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists\n\nEgis Name: None yet\n\nEgis Weapon Type: None yet\n\nEgis Weapon: None yet\n\nContracted Deity: None yet\n\nDeity's Element Alignment: None yet\n\nDeity's Chaos Frame: None yet\n\nDeity's Affinity Rating: None yet\n\nMagic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual \n\nElement: Fire\n\nWeakness: Water\n\nMagical Level: D\n\nSpecial Skills: \n\nDragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races.\n\nDragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger\n\nDragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage.\n\nTechniques:\n\nExpel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes.\n\nOverdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body.\n\nInferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it.\n\nDragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns.\n\nPersonality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped.\n\nHe has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind.\n\nBiography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him.\n\nThe next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share.\n\nHe was only 7 years old.\n\nAfter that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away.\n\nAfter his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out.\n\nWhen he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled.\n\nName: Danny Mason\n\nDescription: \n\nDemigod Form: \n\nAge: 17 1/2\n\nRace: Human\n\nGender: Male\n\nAlignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good \n\nInterests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible.\n\nFavorite Interest: Cooking\n\nDislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that.\n\nPerson of Interest:\n\nBestfriend: None\n\nRival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body \n\nMost Hated Word: None\n\nQuote: None\n\nImportant Value in Life: Happiness\n\nFavorite Food: He loves everything\n\nAmbition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father.\n\nSin Guilty of Most: None\n\nTitle: Has yet to receive one\n\nCombat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways.\n\nWeapon Preference: Tonfas \n\nWeapon Name:\n\nEgis Name: None yet\n\nEgis Weapon Type: None yet\n\nEgis Weapon: None yet\n\nContracted Deity: None yet\n\nDeity's Element Alignment: None yet\n\nDeity's Chaos Frame: None yet\n\nDeity's Affinity Rating: None yet\n\nMagic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual \n\nElement: Water\n\nWeakness: Fire\n\nMagical Level: C\n\nSpecial Skills:\n\nAlchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along.\n\nTechniques: \n\nTrue Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states.\n\nPersonality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up\n\nBiography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father.\n\nA few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon..."
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"value": "Axel paused, and part of him was talking to himself and the other was talking to Aart, \"This is bad. This is really bad.\" He managed to get the terminal working, and surprisingly accessed the crash data without much problem. If it was sabotage, whoever did it seem to not interfere with the ships analytical protocols. \n\nAxel paused again, making an audible breath that echo'ed through the speaker, \"I had set up a system to record any data about any incident where one or more of the ship's systems was compromised. I managed to salvage the results, however, it is gibberish. It is just, random junk code that ends up meaning nothing. I can't find any immediate evidence of sabotage in the system, either someone really knew what they was doing to bring the ship down without me noticing, or..\"\n\nAxel took another deep breath before going on, \"I.. I.. I just don't know. According to the analytics, all systems was at normal functioning rate, and then something happened that the ship tried to record but end up just producing junk. The data stops before the crash, so I will have to manually check the status of the ship's system, however, I am not optimistic about it.\""
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"value": "The beast when it was trapped in he ball concentrated its energy and devoured the ball with its own energy. When it managed to escape form the ball that was created by Nathan it was evident that regular magic wasn't going to work on this enemy. One could only think what could work on this beast as it only stared at Danny and Nathan pressing its foot at the ground like it was about to charge at them once again.\n\nThe girl who was fighting her beast earlier managed to defeat her enemy then looked over and saw that there were two people in the air. Both of them who were male which she saw they were trying to use magic to subdue their demon. She could only shake her head since she knew these beasts could not be defeated by conventional magic alone. She didn't know whether to get involved or to just watch from a distance as she let her sword kiss her ankles as it glowed brilliantly like when the moon shone downs on the shimmering waters of the lake that its reflection embraces.\n\nTsukiko had been watching what was going and saw that Danny and Nathan were in the area. She took a look behind her and the man who had saved her earlier was gone. Also the beast he fought wasn't around either. She didn't quite understand what was going on. The man was there a moment ago, but when she became fixated on the girl and her two colleagues he slipped away without her getting a chance to thank him or ask for his name. It was okay for her to move her hand away from where her skirt was being lifted up in the air by the energy of that individual since he was nowhere to be found and all she could see was a giant black spot on the ground which looked like the imprint of the beast. She heard a familiar female voice yell out and ask where she was. She softly spoke just loud enough for her to hear her, \"I'm over here.\""
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"value": "DISCLAIMER: YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CONTROL A SINGLE CHARACTER FOR NOW. THIS MAY CHANGE WITH TIME.\n\nNAME::\n\nSPECIES:\n(Human, alien, machine? You are allowed to create your own species too).\n\nAGE:\n(Please do not put in creepily underage characters.)\n\nFACTION ALIGNMENT:\n(Are they with the Gnosis Eater Sect? The Dolsilvec Regime? The Unified Celestial League? The Carnazir? The Zrovreni Solar Revolutionary Pact? An independent agent or from another faction altogether?)\n\nHEIGHT/WEIGHT (OPTIONAL):\n\nPHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:\n(Reference images not mandatory but helpful)\n\nBACKGROUND PRIOR TO BEING SELECTED FOR THE MISSION:\n(A paragraph minimum. Who are they, where did they come from, why are they fighting, all that good stuff.)\n\nREASON FOR MISSION RECRUITMENT:\n(Why were they selected for such a dangerous mission? It is advised to include their greatest strengths here. A paragraph minimum.)\n\nWEAKNESSES:\n(Minimum of four. Can be physical, psychological, strategic, training-related, etc.)\n\nSKILLS AND TRAINING:\n(What are some things your character was taught, programmed to know, genetically inherited, etc.? Things such as first aid, hacking, survival, tracking, alien languages, demolitions, martial arts and so on are included here. Training is essentially how your character fights; are they a long range sniper, a close-in assault trooper, a sneaky saboteur?)\n\nLOADOUT:\n(This includes your weaponry and any equipment you are taking with you. You are allowed a maximum of three ranged weapons starting out and two melee ones. Other weapons such as grenades, timed explosives, and mines you can larger number of. In the case of gear such as portable turrets, drones, and living creatures, you are typically limited to at most two. Typically non-combat equipment such as medits, repair tools, tracking devices, and so on you are allowed more leeway with. Armour and such unsurprisingly is typically limited to one... unless say, you're some bizarre multi-bodied organism or something. Remember, you can acquire more weapons and equipment with time.)\n\nAUGMENTATIONS:\n(Does your character have any notable upgrades to their default bodily capabilities? These can include cybernetic, ethereal, and biological implants or devices of note as opposed to general performance enhancers that grant them additional abilities, enhance their default bodily capabilities, or even network with their gear and armour. If your character is partially cybernetic, a lab grown bio-entity, naturally possessing ethereal internal components by default and so on, these would be the last major augmentations they acquired.)\n\nETHEREOLOGY:\n(Is your character capable of manipulating unearthly currents of power from the dimension known as the Abzu? Maybe even those from The Abyssic Plane? This is the series' version of magic. If so, describe how they care capable of doing such. Provide a few examples of this if possible and the role it fulfills for them.)\n\nPERKS:\n(Perks are special abilities that are unique to the species your character is. Each species has three and you are allowed to have all of them. They can include having certain weapons only they are capable of using, creating specialized minions to assist you in battle, or increasing your proficiency in piloting certain vehicles among others. You may also have one additional perk of your own but it must not overlap with a pre-existing one for any of the major species)"
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"value": "Linus Guiren\nWell, they'd decimated the biomachine in a satisfying, cacophonous display of gunshots, fire, and explosive. One down, one to go. The clearer – and honestly annoyingly bossy – voice over the comms affirmed that the other construct should be put down before they'd lead it to the park. Sound advice, though with all the saying and no doing from the mysterious ally, Linus didn't appreciate it as much as they otherwise might have.\n\nEscaping through the burning forest as they were, getting to that other platform-esque machine wasn't exactly easy though. Linus managed to weave between the trees with the occasional slight boost from ether – which they'd provide to the Reclaimer as well if she were near enough – until the Celaderaka had clear line of sight. At that point, they took a hold of their energy rifle and provided support fire. This weapon was capable of the longest range out of their arsenal, so it was the most appropriate. If so many of Linus' allies hadn't already congregated near the construct, they'd might have lobed another grenade at it, but as it was, they refrained.\n\nSome of their allies looked a bit worse for wear, but at least they were all still eagerly going at it. Revenge was sweet, even if they were only able to destroy some of their enemies. But at least it would mean a nuisance, a financial cost, a failure of the enemy's mission, and a warning to them what messing with Linus and co. would lead to. All in all, a tentative success for a party who was betrayed, ambushed, and had sent a vastly superior force against them. Of course, it would only be a true success if they wrecked this remaining construct, escaped to the park, and met with what Linus really hoped wasn't another trap.\n\nTo fulfill that plan, Linus contributed to the hell they were all raining down upon the thing. Especially after that vrexul ally of theirs fired their Hellhammer at it. Now, that was helpful. With a hiss of triumph, Linus ramped up their rate of fire and coated their ammo in ether, so the impact would pact more of a punch. They were still careful with their aiming, since they didn't want to hit any of the allies nearby. Despite that, they didn't doubt their combined efforts would be enough to crush the biomachine. Then, the only thing to do would be to haul it to the park asap, before the forest burned around them and trapped them into the whole mess with the remaining enemies. Simple plan, perhaps a bit of a tricky execution, but nothing that should prove unconquerable."
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"value": "Reclaimer\n\nCorsica\n\n\nHer strategy, if it could be called that, worked. Using every single mine may have been overkill, but it worked. They had one less problem to deal with. Corsica couldn't help but marvel at the how the flames danced on the trees. Truly, it was a powerful sight. One that caused her vocalizer to emit a faint, hoarse laugh. \n\nThere wasn't really much time to gawk at her work. She continued to run with Linus, the occasional boost from the ether causing her to oddly stumble. Not enough to trip, but enough to make her running disjointed as she accidentally took steps either too short or too long. Like a flash of light or loud crash, the sudden usage of ether only contributed to sensory overload. A slight distraction.\n\nWith Linus gaining line of sight, so too did Corsica. There wasn't actually much for Corsica to do besides shoot it. Such was the life of someone who specialized in dealing with biohazards; she could only perform in regular combat in a limited capacity. Besides her go-to plans of shoot, mine, and silicon-carbide blades, there wasn't really much strategy she could add. Under the request of another, she'd just try to fire some rounds at the target. Who knew, maybe they'd set the ground underfoot on fire and that'd mess something up. Though, her firing pace was much more relaxed than Linus'. The encroaching fires from the forest didn't pose much of a threat to Corsica. The plasma mortar certainly did, but she'd only die here if it was her fate to die.\n\nAnyways, she started firing."
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"value": "Gender - Female\nRank - Warrior\nClan - Boulderclan\nAppearance - \nPersonality - Often, is a quiet and observant type of cat, although she can appear withdrawn. Introverted, but will love being in the company of good friends. She doesn't view Oakclan with hostility, rather, neutrality. Kind of a worrier. You could say that she is a worrier warrior. (sorry) \nRelationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Burrpelt (Brother) \nHistory - She and her brother were born as barncats. They grew up spoiled on the fat mice that bred in the warm of the barn until their parents were caught in a cat trap and taken away, never to be seen again, by animal control when the barn changed hands. Screefoot and her littermate fled to look for a new barn, and never found one. They wandered and killed whatever they could (difficult at first, for the wild mice turned out to be smarter than barn mice) until they stumbled upon the newly-forming clans. Her brother, not wanting to struggle for survival in a harsh mountainous environment, opted to join Oakclan. She is unaware of his deputy status. \nOther -\n\nName - Burrpelt\nGender - Tom\nRank - Deputy?\nClan - Oakclan\nAppearance - \nPersonality - More of a thinker than a fighter, he can hunt and give orders but fears the day he might have to fight Boulderclan- especially because that is the clan of his sister. As a result, he advocates for peace as much as he can without sounding like a suck-up or a coward. He will not hesitate to defend himself and his new clan, however. Likes a good chat. \nRelationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Screefoot (sister)\nHistory - See Screefoot\nOther -\n\nName - Cinnamon\nGender - Female\nRank - None\nClan - None (will join OakClan)\nAppearance - \nPersonality - Always likes to point out the bright side of a bad situation. Although she is not very good at fighting, she's overprotective of those she feels close to- something that could easily get her killed. She also assumes the best of everyone, another potentially harmful trait. \nRelationships - Leaf (friend)\nHistory - Cinnamon was born the runt of the litter in the middle of a dirty city. Despite constant teasing by her littermates she loved her family, but was separated from them when a dog attacked the abandoned shed where they lived. Although she wanted to go back to them and check for survivors, by the time she'd managed to lose the dog chasing her, she was hopelessly lost. She wandered off into the country and met Leaf, quickly becoming friends and glad to have someone to survive with. \nOther - is a cat."
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"value": "The she cat touched noses with her mate once more before he left the cavern with the others in search of the small kit, her tail reaching around the two kits with her and flicking Sagekit on the back of the head lightly. \"You do not worry Ravenfeather like that. She's been nothing but good to you.\" She scolded the kit, acting like a mother already even though her own kits had yet to be born. It bothered her rather easily when any of the kits disrespected the older Queen, or worried her since they were children. They should have known better by then, but none of them paid enough attention, or thought about what they were doing before they went wandering off. \n\nRiversong removed her tail from the kits, curling it over her own paws and watching the remaining warriors within the cavern camp. Her annoyance with Sagekit was clear, even as her own mate was gone, though her worry never faded. Owlkit was small, easy prey for a fox or, more likely, a raptor. He may not have even gotten for before falling or eaten by something and she knew what kind of devastation that would bring to Ravenfeather. \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\nThe tom stood as the apprentice paced around him, talking as if he had all the time in the world and for the second time that day, the former rogue realized he was given the most ignorant and idiotic apprentice of them all. He would have much rather have had to answer to the idiot Amberleaf then to deal with this dim-witted apprentice. When the grey tom was finally done talking, Brimpelt was sitting down, his tail curled over his paws, watching something in the distance very intently. Gradually, he forced his attention back to the bore he just had to suffer though speaking and nearly just killed the kit there and then instead of subject those in the clan who were actually worth time to the useless blather this one was spitting out. \n\nThe warrior looked at Granitepaw, eyes focusing on him with such sharp attention he could have cut him, and what appeared to be a sly smirk twisted his lips upward, uncovering sharp canines. \"Go tend to the elders Granitepaw. Check them for flees and ticks, change their bedding and bring them breakfast. Any word of complaint and you'll never learn to be a warrior.\" He didn't sound threatening, or call him names this time, instead his order was as firm as that of any respectable leader, and he turned around to walk away from him again, refusing to waste anymore time. \"Let's go Snowthorn, we have a fresh kill pile to stock.\" \n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\n\nThe soon-to-be apprentice settled back on her ledge when the warriors left the cavern, her eyes closing as if she was just going back to sleep though she was listening to everything she could hear. Granitepaw was being scolded by Brimpelt, and Riversong was clearly worried about Owlkit. The she-cat, who's pelt matched her nameksake, listened to the mentor-apprentice pair and scoffed quietly at them. The tabby tom could have done much better with an apprentice, herself being the top choice with Harepaw just beneath that. Both had drive and an attitude to match the rogue leaders, though the dolt of a male that bounced around as if he owned the place made her regret coming back here. She had never had much choice in the matter when she was found in clan territory by a ready to attack patrol. If she had refused she would have been chased from the hunting grounds she quite enjoyed, and thus put out of the place she had called home. \n\nWith her arrival at the clan she had quickly befriended Brimpelt, having pegged him as the one worth following, and she hadn't been the only one either. Timberfoot had been one of the rogues to come to the clan with the rogue leader, and was also a very respected warrior. Brimpelt had been quick to spot out the difference with Leopardkit, with her abnormal size and solitary attitude, he had begun training her in secret, knowing she may not have a worthy mentor soon. If he was ever leader she was to be his right hand, and most trusted, with his former second dead after a battle with the clan. They both intended to place him at the top of the clans, officially or not. \n\nStanding then, with fewer warriors in the camp, she looked up toward the top of the cavern at the hole in the ceiling, but thought against climbing out it with so many cats able to watch her. If the kits did something stupid trying to mimic her the Queens would blame her instead of the kits stupidity. Leopardkit turned her attention to the cavern floor and jumped from her ledge, unafraid of any injury from the high fall and her rapid descent upon the dirty floor. Once down she glanced back at Riversong watching her, though the young cat didn't care to be seen as the walked straight toward the tunnel that acted as the main entrance to their camp. The place was harder for kits to wander out of unlike the Oakclan camp, and as the young cat walked out she wondered if she should go visit one of the rogues, or perch upon the Oakclan boarder until someone found her. Perhaps something interesting would happen then."
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"value": "Boulderclan\nCopperpaw looked at his mentor confusedly \"we...what? \" he meowed confusedly, turned to look at the direction where the roseclaw looked at \"What is it? what do you mean change of plans? \" he meowed annoyed. He hated that he was kept in the dark, without being told the matter and his mentors panicing reaction interested him even further. Taking a sigh he waited for an answer when unfamilliar scent reased his nose \" ...is it that cat...what you're afraid of? probably it's just a dumb kittypet that is lost \" he meowed confidently. \n\nSnowthorn overheaded the conversation with Brimpelt and Granitepaw. She slowly followed Brimpelt when the tom asked them to leave. Quietly she glanced at the young apprentice before she looked back to the warrior \"Um! Arent you a little harsh for him...I mean it's your apprentice...eh responsibility after all\" she meowed silently lowering her head just as she would have said something foolish."
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"value": "\"Sorry, Riversong,\" Sagekit muttered, looking appropriately chastised and shrinking against the queen's fur as she pulled the kits in close with her tail. He wanted to do his own exploring, but now was clearly not the time when Ravenfeather was already worried enough about Owlkit. Willowkit seemed to be thinking the same, since she was content to sit next to Riversong, even if she did appear a bit restless.\n\nNot far from the BoulderClan camp, Nettlefang listened to the lynx speak. He was relieved beyond measure that Owlkit was safe even after wandering into OakClan territory and that none of those cats had found him first. He thought that the proposition of the lynx was a strange one, even more so the mere presence of the larger feline in the Clan territories, but that was for Boulderstar to decide. He certainly was not about to chase off the visitor after he'd safely brought back a missing kit.\n\nBoulderstar seemed like she could manage out here, and the queens were no doubt worrying about Owlkit even now. Better to put an end to that as soon as possible. \"I'll take Owlkit back to Riversong and Ravenfeather,\" Nettlefang mewed to Boulderstar beside him, walking forward to examine the kit. Owlkit looked unfazed and maybe even excited by his little adventure, but it would be up to Ravenfeather to lecture him for his behavior. Nettlefang simply picked up the kit in his jaws gently and padded back to camp.\n\nIt wasn't long before the warrior deposited Owlkit before Riversong. \"This little one walked all the way to the border with OakClan. Thank StarClan he's safe,\" Nettlefang mewed to his mate, looking relaxed now that the cause for alarm had passed.\n\nSagekit and Willowkit perked up as soon as the other kit had appeared, and they set upon him eagerly as he was placed in front of them, chattering quickly as they asked one question after another. Even though Riversong and Ravenfeather had warned them of the dangers of leaving camp, they were both excited and eager to hear about Owlkit's exploration.\n\n\"Did you go all the way to the lake?\" Willowkit's eyes were shining as she imagined seeing the entire territory and the expanse of water laid out before her, like the warriors and apprentices often described. She, of course, had not been born in the camp and had seen some parts of BoulderClan's territory before, but she had never been as far as the lake with her birth mother.\n\n\"Did you see a fox? Or a badger?\" Sagekit chimed in, equally animated.\n\n\n\n---\n\n\n\nQuite some distance east of the Clan territories, Leaf and Cinnamon were traveling through the forests together, as they had been for a few days. Leaf still wasn't sure where their goal was. So far, the areas that they'd passed through were either unlivable or already occupied by aggressive cats. The young loner didn't think those territories were worth the fight, nor did she imagine the possibility of victory, so they had moved on. The hunting was sparse so far, and Leaf's strength was beginning to flag due to the constant walking, sometimes running from danger, and not always having enough food in their bellies. There were mountains in the distance, and for now the pair of she-cats were heading in their general direction. Who knows what they would find once they reached that area?\n\n\"How are you doing?\" Leaf gazed at her companion without breaking stride. \"Should we stop to rest soon, or hunt?\" she questioned, wanting to gauge how Cinnamon was doing. Leaf would force herself to press on no matter the challenges, but she worried about her friend."
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"value": "Screefoot came to stand close to Amberleaf, imitating his calm demeanor and gazing critically at Briar. While she was relieved that the interloper was no threat (although it took a few moments to remember he was formerly one of them), his presence did make her tail flick in slight annoyance: his kinship with the medicine cat was unimportant. What mattered right now was that he was not part of BoulderClan, and therefore didn't belong here. It would take a lot of work to maintain a secure border, she knew, and Briar, as a loner, was not going to make it easy. Just by being here, Briar was setting an example for any loner or rogue who happened upon his scent. That example might to some be taken as a sign that BoulderClan was lax about their territory. \n\nPatiently, the warrior allowed her deputy to do the talking. When he had finished, she added: \"It is kind of you to bring a fresh kill. But really, you must be careful.\" With a tinge of warning in her voice, she said, \"One day you may be caught by warriors who don't remember you, and you won't be so lucky.\" \n\n--\n\nBurrpelt would have loved to stay and entertain the kits, but he did have a patrol to join. Smiling amiably, he stood back up after prying the little ones off of his fur. \"You will be fine warriors one day,\" he purred. \"For now, you all have plenty of other opportunities to practice your stalking on.\" He waved his tail in the general direction of where other OakClan cats were. \"Don't get in too much trouble while I'm gone.\" \n\nSmiling, the deputy trotted from camp with his tail pointing skyward, his previous misstep forgotten in the joy of the kitten attack, to join the patrol. \n\n--\n\nCinnamon was tired, very tired, and thirsty. With every step her paws felt a little heavier, and the only thing preventing her ribcage from showing itself to the world was her thick white pelt. She was grateful for it; her tiredness hardly showed except for a few small mats on her back. Her tail streamed out behind her and her gait was springy, albeit less than when her journey with Leaf had begun. Her friend and companion spoke to her, and she swiveled her ears to signal she was listening. \n\n\"A rest and a hunt would both do us well, provided we can catch anything.\" Cinnamon didn't want to say anything, but she was immensely glad her friend had suggested it. \"But I'm doing well! Are you?\""
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