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Species: Spirit Fox
Age: 16, but don't ask because he doesn't remember all you'll get is "I'm the same age Spirit and younger then Shiro" with an awkward grin
Gender: Male
Personality: Changes from time to time but is normally a happy, outgoing person, but is control freak when it comes to his siblings
Background: Mystery was out with his parents and his sister to go out and get Shiro a birthday present, they lived in a small town, in a small house. They would run around and play, they would play board games and card games when it would rain, they would roll around in the snow. As they were out and they were passing the park that where a friendly man would sell ice cream, where he and his family would go to hang out with other family and friends, someone shot his mother who was in the passenger seat through the windshield then did the same to his father. Mystery and Spirit sat there and watched as they held onto each other as the car veered off the road and into a tree in a park. Two men walked up to the car, pulled Spirit and him out of the car and shoved then into a bag where they couldn't see anything until they dropped them somewhere, which appeared to soft and fluffy. One of the two men gave both of them down and gave them a shot. Mystery's body became numb and his mind hazy, before he blacked out he remember being tied to something... After that is all he would probably tell you unless you are really close. So if you wanna know the rest better get to know Mystery.
Appearance: As seen in picture
Outfits: At home, he would wear oversized sweaters and a pair of cargo shorts. While out of the house he would wear the outfit as seen in the picture. His swimsuit is a random tank top he sees first, and a pair of black swim trunks
Siblings: Shiro- older brother; Spirit-Twin Sister
House: Mystery lives with his siblings in a hollow tree at the bottom of MoonPool. It consists of three different sections and the main section. His section of the place as 3, which is a lounge/living room and the kitchen bathrooms, 2 bedrooms, and a practice area where you can find him doing multiple different activities

Misc: Mystery as the ability to change into the fox as seen above which is his spirit form and it's only 6 inches tall. He patrols Crystal River
Quote: "Spirit Get down off of the Ceiling! Shiro, I swear to mom and dad if you touch one of my paintings I will tie one of Spirit's Holographic bracelets onto your ankle to the point that you can't take it off!"

Name: Spirit
Species: Spirit Rabbit
Age: same age as Mystery
Gender: Female
Personality: Spirit is charming, naughty, and sometimes pretty shy around humans, plus she is also a prankster
Background: Basically the same as Mystery's.
Appearance: Spirit as long white silky hair, fiery red eyes that will glow if she gets mad, and if she stays still long enough while sitting down she tends to look a lot like a doll because she is so petite and skinny.
Outfits: When she is home see is Would wear a crop top that would barely go over her breasts but she doesn't care and a pair of shorts and suspenders barefoot, when she is out of the house and on patrol of her section she would wear as seen in the picture, a school girl outfit but she is normally in her spirit form, her swimsuit is a black strapless bikini top and a black high-waisted bottom, sometimes she would take one of her old t-shirt that has the sleeves cut off and wear that over her swimsuit.
Siblings: All three of the characters are related
House: Spirit lives with Mystery, and her section of the house is darker than Shiro's section but brighter than Mystery's, she as lights that look like they are are outstretched grass blades that are coming out of the wall with a little firefly perched on it, there are also flowers and glass blades painted on the walls, with green carpet that looks like glass through the whole section. She has 1 bedroom, a mini kitchen, 1 bathroom, and a little lounge area when you first walk into her section

Misc: Spirit can turn into a rabbit as seen above which is your average size of a Flemish Giant which is 32 inches long, she can also walk on ceilings when she is in her humanoid form, whenever she is home she would almost always walk on the ceiling. She patrols Windy Hills
Quote: "So if normal humans can't see us as our spirit forms does what mean you can play pranks on them?"

Name: Shiro
Species: Spirit Owl
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Shiro is kind hearted, caring, and gentle to everyone and everything.
Background: Unlike his brother and sister he did not know his family went missing until after 3 months of being alone at home thinking his family left him there on the day before his birthday, He will still bring it up to them whenever they would get into fights because he still holds a grudge over it and he doesn't know what Mystery and Spirit had to go through during those three months. But once they reunited, the three siblings were closer than ever.
Appearance: Shiro as pale silver hair, raspberry red eyes, and would always have a soft and gentle smile on his face all the time.
Outfits: When Shiro is at home he would wear a pair of shorts and walk around without a shirt or shoes on, when he is on patrol he would wear the outfit as seen in the picture, his swimwear is a pair of white trunks with pale purple, blue, and pink splatters on it and a white hoodie.
Siblings: All three of them are related
House: He lives in the same tree as his siblings and his section is bright compared to his sibling's sections, his lights look a lot like clouds and his whole section is inspired by clouds and it as a light and airy feel to it. He has a huge library, 3 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, a kitchen, and a lounge room, unlike his siblings his section is a lot bigger and more spacious.

Misc: Shiro is able to transform into a snowy owl, which is his spirit form and he patrols Thunder Woods. He can also make it snow whenever he is really sad even though it may be in mid summer
Quote: "You are both jerks. Just Because you are twins and have more than one form doesn't give you the right to be a meanie. "

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"So... Are you a vampire or a human? Because you smell like a vampire..."

Claudia tensed at the youngling's inquiry, a sharp gulp of air down her gullet. Nervously she bit her bottom lip, debating if she wanted to answer that question or not, though there was only one clear answer. Ah yes, she was a witty little, so keen to sense the woman's undead aura, the acrid scent of dust in her veins...and her heart.

Vampire... Claudia hated that word.

~"Why sweetie, I..."~ She gave Spirit an uneasy smile that quickly diminished to a frown once she felt the girl squeeze her hand tight, the poor thing trembling as though she had seen a monster of some sort. Her eyes, how they glistened with fear. Claudia sighed and knelt beside her, placing both hands on the youth's trembling shoulders. ~"My dear..."~ She cooed, her sapphire eyes darkening. ~"There is no denying what I am. Indeed I am a vampire, one of the living dead. Every night, I must feed to sustain my life energy, but I've no intentions of harming a sweet little girl like you, Spirit. I look into your eyes, and I can see the fear welling within you. You no longer wish to be hurt, to be abused like you were those few years ago. I can only begin to fathom the pain you felt, and it makes me ill just picturing it, a scared little girl huddled on a corner, so weak, so fragile. Her wounds burn like hellfire as she shivers unclothed, ragged and beaten, so tired...so hungry...and so...cold..."~

Suddenly, Claudia released the girl falling to her knees in the grass. Oh what horrible, horrible images flooded her mind, images of one scared little girl...hair red as blood, eyes blue as the ocean...how she shivered, screamed, and cried, begging for them to stop.... Tears filled her eyes, hot and burning. Quickly she wiped them away, shaking the haunting memories from her head.

[Assistant]
Maka finished up her breakfest and cleaned it all up. She headed back upstairs after petting the cat once more, she went into her room amd grabed her daily wear. Then she headed towards the bathroom for a nice shower, once there she went and cleaned herself up and washed her hair. Her usual routine was as follows, wake up, go downstairs and pet the cat. Then make and eat breakfest and maybe read a little bit of her book then head into the shower.

Once Maka got out she dried off and did the same for her hair, she got dressed and hung her towel atop of the door. She stepped out and noticed a note that she'd missed before when she was moving about, it was from her mother. The usual when to expect her home and that she loved her. Maka put it into the drawer with the others and went back downstairs. She picked up her bag and slung it around her shoulder, making sure her keys to the house were in it. After running her own checklist she locked and stepped out of the door into the fresh, open air outside. She checked to make sure it was locked dispite just locking it, after not being able to turn the handle she went off.

Maka had been wanting to see if she could venture out to the forest a ways away, she'd heard of the relaxed environment it housed and the trees always peaked her interest. She'd been wanting to go there for sometime, climb up into one of the trees and relax with a nice book of her choosing. That would be her ideal day after all.

She'd set off to walk about, having to get from her current location to the grassy fields she watched outside of her window. Once she'd done that she had the forest insight and something to eat and drink in her bag along side of a book. As much as she thought this was possible for a days travel, she was unsure. None the less that wouldn't prevent her from trying to do this.

[User]
Shiro huffs bored and decided to change into his human form and hang upside down, letting his hand touch the ground since he is so graceful he falls off and lands face first on the leaf covered ground. He quickly gets to his feet and works around, doing his patrols around his territory. After a long time of working, he finds his way to a camp site that he doesn't remember being here at all. "Hello? If anyone one here?" Shiro looks around some more finding guns and a pile of wood, I don't remember allowing someone to cut this down... he says to himself they crouches down and feels the rings of the wood, This is freshly cut down. Someone cut a tree without asking, and they cut the incorrect tree, this tree was still alive when they cut it down...

Spirit looks at her in shock confused how she was able to know about all of that. Spirit's cheeks turned a bright shade of rosy pink and she quickly looks away embarrassed at the idea if she exactly did bite her, and how it would feel to be bitten. She shakes her head and looks back at Claudia and gives her a sweet smile "How about we go somewhere that we can sit down? Or would you like to stay here?"


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

Her muscles are more tone, and looks more cheerful. She is 170 cm and binds her chest.

Rank: PFC
Class: Shocktrooper
Weapons and Equipment:
* T-MAG 1
* B-Type M1
* Ragnaid
* Shocktroop armor
* Revolver

Personality:
Cecilia is a tomboy. Rough and tough. Sticks to the guys and doesn't mind a good old brawl. Pretty simple actually. Courageous, and outgoing, not easily hated, and a strong sense of justice. She isn't interested in girly-girl stuff like make-up and dresses, but she doesn't mind hanging out with some of her friends as they do that stuff. She gets along well with everyone, but her sense of justice can be overbearing. Or is it just her sense for violence?

Bio:
Growing up, Cecilia was a daddy's girl. Always looking up to her father. He was a martial artist and part of the local police. With a strong sense of justice, he taught her little girl martial arts and how to fight. Inheriting that sense of justice, Cecilia would fight off all bullies.

The boys and the girls got along with her though. She may have been strong, but she was outgoing and did all sorts of fun, crazy and dangerous things. But whenever it was time for her to 'defend' for someone, they backed away, keeping some distance. She doesn't really realize it herself too much, but she loves to fight and violence. She won't act on it until it can be used for 'justice', though.

Her family was fairly average, and her town was fairly peaceful. As she got older, she became stronger and more independent. Eventually it was her time to enroll for military training. With the training drills and hand-to-hand combat, she was fully in her element. She would charge in, gun on full auto, spraying the fake enemy lines. In cases of hand-to-hand beating people senseless. Yet, there was no sense of justice. She was excited, but felt it was lacking something. So, finishing off her training, she went back home, and followed her father's footsteps.

Eventually though, the war had reached Gallia, and with her sense of justice, she volunteered to fight for her country and get in on some of the action. Her father gave her his prized revolver and her mother gave her some ragnaid both of them to protect her and wish for her safety.

Personal Potentials:
* Ammo Refill - Always could use with more shots
* Big Sister - I'll protect those close to me
* Bloodthirsty - There's killing to do!
* Challenge Lover - Justice will prevail!

RP Sample:
As a child
"Hey, what do you think you guys are doing over there? Picking on a little girl! Cecilia called out to the boys picking on a girl not much younger than her.
"What do you want huh!?" They replied.
"You guys are nothing but bullies! You deserve to be punished."
"Punished? HA! By who?"

Cecilia calmly walked up to the boys.
"Oh look at this, defending her are you? Get her!"
With that she smiled. Her face smiling a devilish grin, as she dodged the first punch by ducking low, and punching the boy below the belt. He writhed in pain, as the others started to charge in. She went to beat on the boy writhing in pain, before using him to shield a blow from the others. Continuing to smile, she threw the boy into the others and started to beat them all senseless.

As the boys writhed in pain, she dusted herself off. "Now then, no more picking on anyone, got it?" she smiled, an innocent smile.

Now
"Hey guys, how you doing?" she called out to the familiar looking men. "Hey Cecilia."
"You guys have changed recently."
"Ha ha ... yeah ... After going through that so many times ..."
"Going through what? Justice?"
"Uh ... Yeah .... Anyway ... we got work so laters."
"Well keep up the good work."
Looks like they finally know about the power of justice. Cecilia smiled to herself walking away.

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Private First Class Brenna

Brenna dusted herself off, though still thoroughly covered in dirt and a few scratches. She couldn't remember much of the battle, though she was probably better off not remembering. Still, having no serious injuries was good for her and everyone else. One less person for the docs to worry about.

She found mostly everyone mingling about in a building. Brenna was dazed, but could still recognize her own squad from the rest of the squads. Though obviously not completely aware of her surroundings and bumped into something, or rather, someone. And fell on her rear. I should really watch where I'm going, I should have seen that wall. She thought before realizing she had bumped into a person rather than a solid object. "Sorry" Was all she said when she realized this, her face turning a light pink with embarrassment.

Hajime

[Assistant]
P R I V A T E A T L A S O R V I L L E

Eventually, the water is found and Atlas' canteen is filled. While trying to return to his previous space, he takes in the rest of the squad. A lot of members shared a strong bond with each other despite most of them only knowing each other for a couple of days. It shows just how much they've been through. Atlas generally kept a distance from most of people in his old squad, merely trying to be dependable when it came to battle. "Glad most of the squad made it out alive." A stray thought comes and goes.

Since he has his water, he decides to take a sip when suddenly he is bumped from behind and nearly spills it. "Whoa!" He's less upset and more confused as to what happened. He turns to see black haired girl a little younger than himself, at least in appearance, on the ground and looking at him.

"Sorry"

[color=dodgerblue]b]"No, it's alright"[/b][/color] Atlas responds, "It's what I get for standing in the middle of nowhere like that." He extends a hand out to offer her assistance in standing. "Are you okay?"

[User]
Snowman
Private Durandal
Regan was focused on resting and healing when she was approached. She was taking careful, measured breaths, trying not to agitate any healing her body was undergoing. She cracked an eye open when she heard someone approaching, spying the uniform and closing it again. "A field medic? Ooh, just the people I need." She smiled softly, before adding, "cute, too. Here, I can handle your weapon for you if you patch me up. Deal?" She spoke only loudly enough to be heard, not wanting to strain any injuries she might have.

She felt tired. Was that a bad sign? She was sure it was normal, but that didn't answer the question. "So, how's it look?" She opened her eyes to keep a lookout, and shifted just a bit so she could comfortably aim and shoot.

[Assistant]
Private Hexner

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Hearing Regan call her cute Aria blinked twice, her cheeks going very slightly red for a moment.
"That makes me feel overly self-aware and ... a little embarrassed." she stated kneeling next to the lancer. Giving a nod to the deal offered.
"Your deal is accepted." Aria stated moving away to collect the SMG. Bringing it back to Regan she set it down next to the lancer. Before silently checking Regan for any wounds making note of them. Although her knowledge of medicine was limited she could see cuts a few bruises. Some of which looked like they had healed recently so Aria assumed it had to be by the ragnaid on the floor near her. As far as she could tell she'd be okay. She'd just need some rest maybe another dose of ragnaid. But regardless she'd live.

When asked how it looks Aria, looked at Regan setting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry you're going to die. It's just a matter of time." she said in her usual monotone, her face remaining unexpressive. Aria said nothing for a moment to let the news sink in before tapping Regan on the shoulder twice. Forcing a small smile to appear.
"I was kidding. You'll live. You need a proper medic to look at you. I have a few painkillers in my first aid kit. That is all I can give you." Aria said moving away again. Fetching the painkillers out of her first aid kit which thankful was still in her pack. With painkillers in hand, she offered them to Regan alongside her water canteen.
"Here"

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Aria stayed with Regan to assist her as the battle raged on. Given she was now unarmed, Aria felt very aware she was on a battlefield and given the lancer seemed confident in handling the SMG Aria felt safe with her. As the battle end came Aria helped Regan to the house the squad had claimed for the night, before leaving her to go scavenging for supplies. Stripping the dead imperials for anything of use. keeping what was useful to her and using some of what she had acquired to trade to get her rifle back. Which someone had found and was willing to part with for a few imperial water canteen and grenades. Having her rifle back Aria was content. Even if she couldn't use it well the weapon was hers and she was a little attached to it. Having acquired she needed to resupply she returned to the house. Tossing the rest of items she found. She didn't need them, so why keep them.

Back at the house Aria claimed a bedroom where she sat on the floor next to her pack and rifle and simply smoked a cigarette, replaying the day her old company died alongside the events of today. Aria giving a sigh, wishing right now she had a strong drink.

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Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau
Snowman

After the whole ordeal, successfully taking back Vasel and driving back the Imperials, Cecilia had managed to forage a few smokes from some soldiers and a couple of drinks from one of the buildings as they were searching for a place to rest. She was mostly fine, in this battle, she didn't take any real damage. On the second floor, she smoked and recalled a few of her past battles. Taking a long drag, she smelled smoke from another cigarette. Looking around she found who was smoking. Private Aria Hexner.

Cecilia heard Hexner sigh, knocking on the door Cecilia called out, "Hey there..." breathing out some smoke. "You alright? Looks like you could use a drink." she said, pulling out one of the drinks she had taken. Cleaning the dirty label, it was clearly a malt whiskey. "I could use a drinking partner anyway. You got a cup or anything? Or would you rather just take swigs from the bottle." Cecilia approached Hexner, offering the bottle. "Don't hog it all now."


[System]
Epithet(s): Noblesse

Age: 16

School Year: First

Gender: Female

Nationality: France

Personality:
Colette is the youngest daughter of a wealthy family and it shows in her mannerisms. She is used to getting what she wants from her father, thus she is spoiled and self-centered, but being the youngest of 5 takes its toll when she had to fight to get attention. She has all older brothers so she was her father's "little girl" and was coddled, much to the delight of her brothers who teased her.

Despite her spoiled nature, she is fiercely loyal to her family and friends. When challenged, she doesn't back down easily if it means restoring her or her family's name. She is close to those she wants to be close to and pushes others away she doesn't want anything to do with.

She is headstrong and determined. Some would call her pushy, but she knows what she wants and sets out to get it (if only to prove to others she doesn't need to rely on Daddy's money).

Bio:
Colette is the youngest of the 5 Bellamy children and is the only girl in her family home, having lost her mother shortly after her birth. Their father is a respected member of the community and is known for his expert swordsmanship in the various fights that France has fought in. Thus, his children have all been trained in the art of the sword, though each child has chosen a particular sword style. For Colette, she had a natural affinity for the rapier, even though it is a more defensive weapon, she found its lightness and quickness easy for combat.

Colette's father cared greatly for his little girl and was determined to pry her away from battle and instead give her a different life, but Colette, with much pressure from her older brothers, was determined to be the best sword fighter she could be and trained extensively. Her older brothers teased her and challenged her often and she never backed down. Each brother bested her easily, but that only added fuel to the fire.

Their father wanted one child to be the head of the Bellamy home when he would eventually pass, and that child must be the best fighter of the family. So far, Collette's oldest brother, Jaime, has been the one to hold the title. Jaime uses a longsword and shield in battle and has managed to best his brothers and sister when challenged by them. Colette knew she wanted the title, but she needed to train and be better. She knew she had to acquire a certain set of skills in order for that to happen.

It was then that Colette heard about the School for Assassins and decided to join up with them, hoping to earn her place among their elite and eventually overtake her brother and prove herself to her father.

Weapon:
A Rapier and a Dagger

Equipment:
-A Journal
-A Silver Charm Bracelet
-A Cellphone

Skills:
-Graceful: Colette is very nimble and agile, able to gracefully move on the battleground with ease.
-Duelist: Colette uses her rapier more defensively than offensively, being able to block and counter oncoming attacks.
-Upbringing: Colette is able to blend in with the Crème de la Crème of society; the noble, the wealthy, upper class.
-Determination: Colette has razor focus when on assignment With the goal in mind, it would take an unexpected event to get her to lose her focus.

[User]
~убийца академия: Academy for assassins~

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On the Far east side of Russia the weather was warmer than it was usually, probably mother nature herself welcoming the new students to the school, and giving a warm hug to the returning students to the academy. The Academy wasn't on the mainland of Russia, it was on an island in between the borders of Russia and Japan, a barge rode the waves to the island carrying supplies, along with the new and old students to their temporary home.

Once the barge docked and students began leaving the barge, the first thing that the students were greeted by was the sight of the school, but they were soon approached by a woman wearing a black coat over her shoulders, she approached all of the students as the barge off loaded supplies. A Number of school staff carried the supplies into the school." Come with me." She simply told the students calmly, she led them into the School's courtyard and a small army of dummies were set up in different places around the courtyard, but they were all able to be seen clearly; next to the school there were several people sitting at a table looking like judges with papers on their table.

" Before you enter the Academy we must see your skills first hand, the older students can use this chance to warm up if they've been slacking off during their summer break." The woman told them." Also If you don't already know who I am then I'll tell you right now so you do not forget it. I am Vasilisa Kuznetsov, head of this Academy of Killers.

I will forge you first years into fine killers of your generation, even if I need to break you and remodel you to make you into a better assassin." Academy Head Vasilisa Kuznetsov told them, she then strolled over to the table with the teachers before crossing her arms and staring at the assassins." Now Show me everything you first years can do, don't hold back on the dummies !" She yelled.

Sayaka Himura

During the entire boat Ride Sayaka kept to herself, she was huddled up in a corner on the barge, she didn't like being on boats or in the ocean, water couldn't burn and she felt like she couldn't swim, mid way through the ride there she managed to take out her lighter and ignited the gas within in after quickly turning the spark wheel with her thumb, a bright pretty blue flame erupted from lighter and gave off a wave of heat towards her. The time seem to just fly by as she sat in the corner looking at the bright blue flame, but as the barge docked the large boat shook and nearly caused her to drop her lighter.

Once she saw some of the other begin getting off the boat, she began heading off too, but she flicked her lighter off and saw a flat chested woman, she didn't really care about gazing at her, but she did focus on the other students, she stole glances at both the girls and the guys, she did her best to focus on the white haired woman while stealing glances at the other students, when she told them her name she did her best to remember it clearly without any trouble.

Suddenly the woman told them to show her what they could do, she had more than enough Dummies in the courtyard of academy, Sayaka held up her hands showing her two flamethrowers attached to the bottom of her wrist."I call first !" Sayaka yelled to the top of her lungs. The bandaged up girl pushed herself past the students she was behind of and moved in close to the dummies, she put her flamethrowers forwards and unleashed a wave of fire burning a line of dummies down, when she turned off her flamethrowers the straight line of dummies fell over in a straight line, a couple were burned, while more of them were still burning.

Sayaka closely watched the dummies burn and under her bandages she began to grin and blush, she held back her chuckles while she regained herself." Not here Saya, not in front of everyone." She mumbled to herself before going back behind everyone trying to hide herself behind of everyone, she looked at the others wondering who would go next to attack the dummies, she looked around at the others, this time not gazing at crotches and backsides like the open pervert she can be.

Despite burning a fine straight trail through the dummies there was still many that stood after being burned down by Sayaka, only a couple were burned in a straight line, many kept their footing and stood up straight ready to be killed by the assassins.

[Assistant]
KRISS MAUSER

Kriss has spent the ride flipping the pages of the small Bible, glancing at pages but barely reading them. The words were familiar but no longer interesting. Heck, he had only brought it because it was the only book on his desk. He flicked the edges of the pages with his thumbnail, glancing around at the other students. Some were familiar but most were new. He caught sight of Adam Unterhügel, another third-year student he had shared a class or two with over the previous two years. Kriss gave him a short nod from across the barge when he thought Adam was looking. He made a mental note to actually greet him later.

The ride felt as long as it had the previous years, and the docking was just as jarring. He grinned as some of the new students lost their footing and stumbled into each other. Mumbling apologies, the group made their way onto the docks and into the presence of Vasilisa Kuznetsov. She appeared to be in the usual disagreeable mood. Kriss followed along as she ordered them off the barge and into the courtyard, now occupied by a vast number of dummies.

"Oh good, the 'Dummy Test,'" he muttered, tightening the strap of his messenger bag. "At least the new kids are going first again. Hope I'm not too outclassed this t-" Kriss grunted as he was shoved aside by a student running to the front. She was quite possibly the smallest girl he had ever seen at the academy. She hurled herself into the test, using what looked like a pair of flamethrowers to torch a whole line of dummies. Kriss groaned. Another pyromaniac. There was something about the obsession with fire that turned a person into a monster, and fire-manipulating students occasionally became uncontrollable and dangerous to their own classmates. But he didn't know her, and he wasn't about to look down on someone he knew nothing about. She could be a smart, talented person with a passion to excel. Of course, she could also be insane.

Kriss shrugged. There were plenty of insane people already attending the academy. She'd fit in one way or another.

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Colette fiddled with her phone as the boat traversed the open waters. She was reading and responding to a text from her youngest, older brother, Charles, who she considered to be her closest friend in her family. Needless to say, he wasn't very supportive of her joining a school for contract killers. She had to do her best to try to make him see the bright side: she was going to be trained by some of the best teachers, she was going to learn new skills, and she would be able to earn her keep. Who knows? She may very well turn out to be a great assassin! Yeah...those words sounded weird inside her own head.

The young 16-year-old girl with long, blonde hair and light blue eyes isn't someone you would associate with being an assassin, but in her mind, maybe that made her the best. Who would suspect a young, fresh faced girl in dabbling with ways to kill people?

As the boat got closer to the school, she looked over the railing and viewed the building. It was large and looks quaint. The style didn't scream "school for assassins" which was a good thing. She, along with the other students on the boat, got off. She didn't talk to anyone, she knew no one, but she did meet a few eyes from the various students. They either met her with a fierce gaze or a knowing one.

As they got off, a woman approached them and right off the bat, was their first test. She noted the dummies in front of her. "Oh great, time to show off what I don't know.." she thought to herself. Before she could fumble her rapier out of its holder, a girl forced her way through the crowd and ran at the dummies with much determination. Colette watched the girl spring forward and, as quick as she marched over there, drew out flamethrowers on her wrists and burned down the dummies. Colette could only watch in both amazement and horror. The dummies stood no chance, many fell over and the others that held their ground were on fire.

Colette felt like applauding, but noticed the other students didn't so she kept to herself. She was unsure what to do next. She didn't feel like fighting a burning dummy, one tap would probably destroy it and that would defeat the purpose of the test.


[System]
Species: Human, mostly. There is some phoenix blood in his family granting his powers
Age: 22
Gender: Male

Personality: Sam is a very reserved person, though that has come with years of training himself to be that way. Naturally Sam is a very passionate person, not afraid to let someone know what he thinks or to jump in to action should he be needed. Some of this still leaks through, and sometimes he loses control of himself and can't help but allow his emotions to burst through. When he is in control he is very warm towards others, kind, caring, and compassionate. One thing that will set Sam off is people talking badly about his family, especially his father. Over the years he's gotten very good at dealing with bullshit, so inane things usually won't set him off unless used against him en mass for a somewhat extended period of time. But a personal attack against him or those he cares about will always get under his skin.

Appearance: Sam is 6'2" and weighs 280lbs. but the height helps make it look like he weighs less. He has glasses and short cut brown hair with striking orange eyes. He is very pasty white and is normally clean shaven. Can often be found wearing jeans and a green hoodie. When it gets too hot for that he'll switch to cargo shorts and a comfortable t-shirt with some kind of nerdy design on it.

Powers: Sam has the ability of pyrokinesis. Normally he can summon fire and manipulate it, or cause an object within his sight to burst in to flames. When he gets emotional he will often times burst in to flames and may float a few inches above the ground. The intensity and heat of his flames increases with his emotions but it also becomes harder to control. He also cannot be burned due to the nature of his powers.
 Another name for someone with his particular powerset is a Burster, and when he looses all his strength or loses control you can see why. He will burst in to flames and depending on his power/his emotional state fire will also radiate off him in waves, much like the sun, but much less powerful of course. When in this state his eyes turn from just having orange irises to full orange globes. If he is not in control of his emotions he will seek out the person who offended him so deeply, becoming almost mindless in his task.

Strengths: Sam has a pretty good memory and he's also fairly good at math. He also has some fighting skills from when he took tae-kwon-do as a kid, though he stopped a few years back

Weaknesses: Water, and especially rain weakens his powers. Also sending him in to an emotional rage, while dangerous, will yield him unable to control himself and he will exhaust his ability to fight within a few minutes

Background: Sam lived his life like a normal person for the most part, though he was home schooled until high school. This was his parents' decision to make sure he was able to control his emotions so he didn't have an incident in the school. He was born with his powers, the blessing of the phoenix they called it, he thought of it more like a curse. His sister doesn't have the powers of the phoenix, she has something else she has to deal with. Sam never applied himself in school so he didn't make it in to a university, so instead he just works as a bus driver, and that's fine with him.
 His father died when he was 16, and when he found out it was a good thing most of their home was fire resistant. For the following week or two Sam had a constant dark blue flame burning around him, reflecting the sorrow he couldn't control. The phoenix blood was from his father's side, but aside from training him, his dad was just an all around awesome guy that Sam wants to be just like one day.
 A week before joining the lodge, Sam nearly had an incident while he was working. It was a mostly normal day, he was getting to the end of his shift, and it wasn't even that bad of a thing that happened. Some guy was just talking on his phone and was using speakerphone for some reason. Sam couldn't stop the guy from doing that, but it was just annoying and made Sam slightly agitated. Apparently it was enough to be a big deal because he noticed he hands were smoking on the steering wheel. Luckily the guy stopped or else he may have lost control and burned the whole bus to ash. Sam may be happy being a bus driver, but he needs an outlet for his powers and he knows it. He doesn't want to be some big shot, but not everyone has phoenix blood, it makes him special, and means he'll need to find more of a purpose in this world than just driving a bus.
Misc. Notes: (anything important to the character that should be known, but for whatever reason doesn't fit into any other category)

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"Sam is fine, and thanks," he said to the professor, he figured fireproofing his room may have to go on the back burner for a bit, but he was glad to know it was something they could get to work on in the near future. He would have offered to watch over the girl they found at the crash site but after saying it the professor seemed to decide she was probably fine on her own. The offer to let him help cook was appreciated but he had to inform her, "I'm not that great in the kitchen, I can grill things and that's about it, I'll help out Ashley."

Speaking of Ashley, she now had the transponder to locate Boxcar and asked Sam if he was coming, "yup, coming." He walked down the stairs quickly, skipping the last few as he followed her around the corner and in to the basement. Sam was usually fine with basements, but that was when they had proper lighting, and the stairs had a proper railing. At least there was a wall to keep him balanced, he was really awful with stairs. Not that he couldn't use them, but he was always paranoid that without something to hold on to he would just fall down.

Sam figured now might be a good time to tell Ashley that he thought the werewolf thing was actually kind of cool, "hey, Ashley..." but unfortunately for him as soon as he started to speak she seemed to have picked up on Boxcar. "Never mind, tell you later," Sam went to the corner and heard her thuds on what should be ground sound more like a metal door. Ashley was trying to keep Boxcar calm, which was probably a good thing. Sam figured it might be a door the original owners may have wanted put in, but why was it hidden then? At any rate, Sam figured Boxcar must have found a button and walked in before trapping himself. So Sam started feeling the floor and wall near where Ashley was to try and find how to open it up to release Boxcar, "come on, the friggin' wolf can find the secret lever or whatever but I can't?" He was more talking to himself than Ashley at that point. It had to be a hidden button, there was no other obvious way that would open some secret door.

[Assistant]
Boxcar heard Ashley's voice, and then shortly after that, could hear Sam as well, and almost immediately stopped howling and barking. Good, he had been found, and despite the thickness of the hidden door, they were able to hear him. He didn't question why or how they had found him so quickly; for his animal mind, it was only important that they were there now.

"Okay, listen up!" he said loudly and clearly in his somewhat growly, gravelly voice. "There's a catch built into the wall, kinda hard to see but it's just a little right of the door. Should just sink into the wall when you push on it." Then when he heard scrabbling around on his left, he grumbled a wolf-themed expletive under his breath before barking, "Hey! My right, not yours!"

A little more shuffling around, and obviously one of them must have pressed the button because the doorway slid out of the way again, and Boxcar found himself looking at Ashley and Sam. He stepped out of the doorway nonchalantly into the basement proper and turned his head to look up at them. "About time!" he gruffed, though his tail was wagging behind him and betraying that he was glad to see them, and very grateful for a rescue. "Say...that smells like food, doesn't it? Now that you mention it," he said, even though no one had mentioned anything, "I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. We should go get the food."

At the moment, Boxcar was completely unconcerned about the secret doorway in the lodge basement. As soon as he had been rescued, any trauma of the event had fled his mind, replaced with a very "I meant to do that" sort of attitude.

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Nora had gone back to the kitchen to start loading plates with fajitas so that people could start eating them as soon as they arrived, when she heard a thump against the kitchen door frame, and she whirled around to see the girl slumped against the frame. "You're awake!" Nora gasped as she put her utensils down in a hurry and - without stopping to even take her oven mitts off - strode over to where the girl had stopped, and she came to a halt just within arm's reach. She tried to gesture with her hand by her glasses, but then realized she still had the mitt on, and she had to take it off and then make the adjustment. A medical diagnostic program supplemented Nora's basic medical knowledge; while the girl was shaky and was still a little pale, nothing indicated any serious injury, at least externally.

"E-Easy there," Nora stuttered soothingly as she flipped off the glasses readout and held out her uncovered hand. "Can you make it to the table? I just finished making lunch, and you look like you need some nutrients right now."

Nora suddenly remembered that her last chat with this girl hadn't gone so well, and she swallowed audibly in anticipation of another blow-up, but she held her ground; the girl had been through a terrible crash, and possibly hadn't eaten for a day or two by what her glasses told her. It was no wonder she was on edge. And Nora still didn't know her name!

"I hope you aren't vegetarian," she quipped with a nervous laugh.

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"I had the weirdest dream," Sam began. She was staring past Nora, whom she did not seem to immediately recognize. Maybe it was the lack of a labcoat, or perhaps the concussion, but her voice was quiet and distant; not the defiant enemy she had been before. "They were coming to take me again." She took a deep breath, but instead of a calm exhalation, it shuddered its way out. She pulled her eyes away from the non-specific point to which they were affixed and studied Nora. She didn't see a labcoat anymore; she saw a pretty blonde girl with Coke-bottle glasses and a witty apron. She could not help but crack a smile.

"Vegetarian? Hell no. I didn't hit my head that hard." She quipped. Apparently even a concussion had little effect on her social skills.

There was something familiar about Nora. Sam could not assemble a complete memory, but she had definitely seen this person before. It was outside, she decided. There had been trees, and sunshine, and the smell of smoke. She inhaled again, and the lingering scent of grill smoke triggered another part of the memory. Still lacking enough information to piece it all together, Sam decided to leave the puzzle for another time. There were more important matters, like making sure her head injury hadn't removed more than an hour or two of her short-term memory. Everything seemed hazy, and she couldn't concentrate.

Still, presence of mind eventually won out and she began wondering where all the classic questions were. She'd expected inquiries about her name, her place of birth, or what day it was. Through this indulgent musing, Nora's voice was like a quiet murmur.

"Sorry," she eventually offered, shaking her head. "Must have hit my head. It hurts."

She pushed gently on the door frame and straightened herself, then took a tentative step. The room spun, but she fought it with deliberate care, each step a minor victory in the war for fajitas. They just smelled so damned good.

[Assistant]
Ashley was rather perplexed at Boxcar's sudden lack of stress once the door was opened. Perhaps he was more basic in nature than Ashley had initially presumed? With the location of the switch to open the door now known, Ashley figured she could come back at any time. Though she would want to come with a buddy system since, as Boxcar had shown, the door seemed capable of closing behind you. If there was no way of opening the door from the inside, Ashley would want someone reliable standing on guard to open the door once they were finished.

When Boxcar mentioned that food had been made available Ashley gave a sniff of her own. The smell was faint, though noticeable. Seeing no point in being rude and skipping the communal lunch time Ashley gave a shrug and spoke her thoughts aloud. "This doorway will be here until we get back, unless it somehow moves. The food upstairs, however, may not always be present. Let's eat while we have the chance and perhaps some others can join us later." Turning, Ashley gave Samuel a thumbs up and said. "Good work, yeah? You had something you wanted to tell me earlier, what was it?"

Ashley had heard him begin to speak before she had found Boxcar, and was curious as to what he might have to say. Ashley initially assumed that it had to do with her announcement of her lycan status, but she didn't speak this thought since it would've been rude to assume what Samuel had wanted to say. Instead, Ashley merely waited for him to speak again, hoping that Samuel himself remembered what he had wanted.

Boxcar, likely either unaware or uncaring of what Samuel had wanted to say, probably headed upstairs to find himself something to eat. Ashley didn't blame him, as it had probably been a while since Boxcar had eaten. Ashley wasn't really all that hungry due to the fact that she stopped for food on the way over, but it was better to eat food when it was offered rather than force food to be made when you were actually hungry.

With that in mind, Ashley waited for Sam to speak again, though she wasn't afraid of leaving to go and eat should Samuel find himself at a loss for words.

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Sam found the button shortly after Boxcar had told him which side of the door it was on, there was nothing obvious marking it was different from the rest of the area so you'd have to either know it's there or be looking for it to push the button. Once Boxcar was out he calmed down immediately, and didn't sound very grateful for being saved, but his tail was wagging so Sam let the attitude slide and counted it as a win in his book.

The idea of food made Sam realize how hungry he was, he hadn't eaten anything since he woke up at about 6 that morning. Before that though Ashley reminded him he had something he wanted to say, "oh right, it's just something about what you announced to everyone upstairs." He felt his face getting warm, which had a much different meaning than someone else saying it, he hoped he didn't flame up. Why was he getting nervous all of a sudden? "It's just...you sounded kind of scared of how people might react, but I don't see what the big deal with it is." As he spoke he gained more confidence, Sam wasn't the best at talking to new people, but once he got going he found it much easier. "I mean, we've all got something going on with us in this house, right?"

Sam paused a moment and considered telling her about his heritage, then decided he would. Everyone would probably find out eventually, and Ashley seemed like a nice person so he'd tell her first. "I have some ability with fire, and I have that because," Sam looked around and lowered his voice without really realizing it, "I'm actually part phoenix." He let out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding in, it felt good to tell someone about himself. He also didn't feel warm anymore so he didn't fear accidentally bursting in to flames with Ashley right there with him.


[System]
Theme: Don't generally use themes ^_^;

Gender: Male

Species: Pixie

Appearance:
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Goals:
Become more confident and open.
Reach the Demon King's palace and have his questions answered.
Return home.

Past Life:Scott Carter is not what you would have called a normal boy. He was different from his peers, even at a young age, but nobody could ever figure out why. The other children shunned him, and his teachers saw him go off on his own more often than not. It persisted for all his life, from primary school and into secondary. He sat at the back of the classroom. Kept his head down in the corridors. Rarely would he speak more than a few words. And always, he was alone.
He had his reasons. For one, he could find people overwhelming. For two, though buried, he had anxieties in abundance. And for a third... solitude was calming, for him. Often, he had a book in his bag or a notepad and pen, that he would read from, sketch in, write on. He saw worlds full of myth or magic, or wondrous technology that defied science itself. He lost himself in these worlds, always straining towards them, but separated by that ink and paper barrier. Those worlds were out of his reach. If only he had had time to see his own.
It came from a childish prank by his classmates. Even more so childish because they, and he, were in Year Eleven at the time. He had been walking home, as usual, paying no attention to the ones following him, when the world went dark. He woke at a construction site – abandoned, from the looks of it. He had three tormentors. They had waited until nightfall, and then tied him to a chair on one of the higher levels. And there they stood, laughing, jeering.
He remembers one of them tipping the chair back over the edge. His heart pounded as he looked at the drop several metres below, but he fought back the desire to scream. He wouldn't give these boys the satisfaction. Eventually, they stepped back, discussing what else they could do. Scott remembers several minutes of quietly struggling against the school ties and belts the three had used to bind him. He remembers launching himself at one of the three, attempting to knock him down, but getting pushed back. He remembers stumbling backwards into empty space, and a hand, reaching to grab him, save him. He remembers falling.
Abilities:
* Lesser Flight I - 1.7
* Minor Heal I - 1.7
* Muffle I - 1.0
* Scribe I - 1.3
* Shield I - 1.4

* Lesser Flight I -
* Minor Heal I - The most basic of healing spells. In most cases, only surface-level wounds are affected. Cannot cure diseases. May even accelerate certain conditions not healed by the body's natural recovery. Cast upon a single target within eyesight.
* Muffle I - This skill grants you the ability to be just a little bit better at being stealthy, with a focus on reducing the sound of your movements.
* Scribe I - This skill's current rank allows the user to take any spell that they know, and inscribe it upon an object. That item can be used to release the spell at any time and by anyone. The same MP cost of the spell, plus the MP cost of this skill, is used up when enchanting the item.
* Shield I - The most basic of defensive support spells. An aura effect reduces incoming damage, but no physical barrier or counteractive forces are generated. Only natural resistances to damage are reinforced. Can be cast on objects.
Unspent Skill Points: 3
* Alert - 0.4. Though this skill is limited by the strength of your senses, and does not sharpen your senses on its own, it allows you to become more aware of your surroundings. Without conscious effort, you will pick up on signs in your environment more easily, especially if they present some form of danger to you. Essentially this is an anti-ambush skill.
* Dextrous - 0.4. Your practice with fine manipulation and using your [forepaws, mouth, etc] has earned an unusual skill for your species! Your [hands, mouth, etc] can now be used to manipulate small objects and tools, though you still aren't strong enough yet to "wield" weapons or pick up very large things.
* Faster - 0.2. Your base speed and movement stats are increased.
* Harder - 0.2. Your base defensive and constitutional stats are increased.
* Keen Ear - 0.1. Expend stamina to increase the range and clarity of physical senses. At this rank it is only barely superhuman but not above that of say, an animal. If all Keen Senses are acquired, they raise the rank of Beast Senses.
* Material Analysis - 0.4. You have developed an eye for determining the qualities of inorganic or non-living objects. At this rank, you will only be able to gain surface information about an object. When used in conjunction with a crafting skill, it may help discover more compatible items.
* Mental Resistance - 0.2. Take less damage from Psychic-type spells or skills, and have a better chance of resisting mind-altering effects such as Confusion or Hypnosis. This counts as an Elemental resistance for the purposes of Magic Resistance.
* Monster Analysis - 0.1. Gain basic biological information about a Monster or its parts by carefully observing it.
* Suppress Presence - 0.1. Using your magical power, you subtly mask your presence from the senses of others around you. By comparison, it's a similar ability to those shy people who seem to disappear at the corner of the crowd's vision as they hover in the corner.
* Stronger - 0.2. Increase your base physical strength stats.
* Use Light Equipment - 0.1. Unranked Skill. Allows the use of smaller weapons, tools, and other items with a degree of proficiency. Requires opposable thumbs or some other method of actually holding the object. Size limitations may be relative.

Transformations:

Inventory:
A pair of green leggings fashioned from the leaves his 'parents' abandoned him in. Not much, and not going to last long, but eh. It's modesty.

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@Jobst @Bishop @SilverPaw @Zeroth

 'Shit! Shit! Shit! Why the hell did Mei have to do that!' Ed thinks to himself as he leaps over a small pile of rocks before taking a sharp left turn.  'And things were going so well too!' Another left turn followed by a right. Numerous thoughts rushed in and out of his head as he frantically dashed away. Ed felt like he had ran a whole kilometer before he stopped to catch his breath. His breath was ragged and his pulse raced. Ed was no stranger to exercise and sports when he was human but this body was simply not yet used to the strain he wanted it to perform. Finally catching his breath, Ed looks to his surroundings and finds nothing familiar. Ed's heart sank.  'I-I'm nowhere near the nest...great. I'm lost.' Ed felt disheartened by his predicament but forded on, knowing that complaining will just prolong the issue.

Ed quietly moved along the cave floor, doing his best to at least appreciate the views this part of the cave offered. 'Hmm...maybe this isn't so bad after all. I mean, the sights are kinda nice and there were no monsters chasing me.' He felt a little happy and smiled for a moment. Only for a moment. The smile and the feeling quickly disappeared as he saw the bloodbath before him. The disbelief on his face contorted into a vicious snarl. 'Six Monsters. SIX GODDAMNED MONSTERS!? JUST MY FUCKING LUCK!' Ed thought, furious. He originally wanted to only investigate the strange glowing crystals near his nest. Simple as that; but instead, he was not only lost in a cave, he was lost in a cave with bloodthirsty monsters.

The cave -no the world- tested him. Seeing how far it could push and prod him before he would break. He glares upward. 'Tch, well too bad!' Ed refused to break, refused to give in. He would not only survive this night, he would WIN this night. His baleful gaze went upon the downed wisp. It was a ranged attacker from what he could observe earlier, not only that it was capable of attacking while floating. The ability to fly made it the top most danger to him, but its ability to do ranged attacks while doing so made it his priority target. Ed climbs onto a small pile of rocks and with as much power his body could offer him, he lunged at the fallen wisp with all intent to tear the thing to shreds with his claws and teeth.

[Assistant]
Jacob, or maybe he should start thinking of himself as 'Oberon' slowly came around to consciousness. He felt groggy and lethargic, like he had been asleep for far too long, and when he looked around their little save he saw that he was indeed the last one to awaken. He also saw that their little cave was not so little anymore; it appeared that Digbie had been working away industriously to expand their living space while he was still sleeping.

Leaving the Goblin to his work Oberon walked out into the slightly large space of the crevice, where Mourningstar was once again working with her mana to create something; her efforts seemed to be producing some improved results compared to yesterday as he could see that whatever she was making had a more defined shape this time around. Whatever it was though it didn't seem to be a new spell just yet, though his Magical Analysis did show that she had created a new skill called Mana Shape.

It seemed like everyone was working on something and it made him feel anxious. He had been practising like that yesterday, up until the Slime had attacked him and everyone showed up and he'd kind of lost track of things. It was probably time for him to start working on something himself and right now he couldn't think of a better place to start than by trying to copy what Mourningstar was working on.

Sitting down on the ground outside their little cave within a cave, Oberon held his hands out in front of him and started to focus. He tried to bring forth some of his magical power, but without putting that power into one of his two spells; neither of his spells were quite like the magic missiles he had seen the Wisps use. Neither Minor Heal nor Shield they didn't work by projecting something at the target, they just kind of did their thing without him ever really seeing the mana; an instant cast time. It meant he didn't really have any basis to work with for this spell or anything like what he wanted to do, which was basically to create a ranged projectile like the Wisps had so he wouldn't be completely helpless should he end up fighting something alone.

He wanted to start by just producing some mana first, shaping it into a ball, and then throwing that ball at something. After that, he had a couple of ideas.

Eventually, Mourningstar stopped practising and announced that they should find some food. Oberon stood, though he didn't stop his own practise and turned back to shout into the small cave behind him. "Hey, Digbie. We're going to go find some food."

@floodtalon @CriticalHit @Zeroth

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Asura shook his head, she had made herself to spherical. She was holding to rigidly to the thought of an actual ball. Sighing he watched her roll until she hit the water. "Hurry up and get out of that. Who knows what's in a cave pond around monsters." He called down to her while he traveled along the sloped shore. Using his body to cling to the surface as he moved. He kind of wondered if he could eventually do a wall cling since his body could find tiny...body holds that others would never be able to touch.

Edith called up from the water saying she was good but who knew how long that would last in this world. As he met up with her she must have heard something and called out to it. "You do realize just because you're a tank doesn't mean you should go calling out to random voices. Not everyone is as nice as I am." He stated, agitation was clear in his voice. They were slimes, melee units. Neither had trained in anything ranged related so a wisp with those crystals could be a problem. For her anyway, he was already building a magical resistances.

Shaking his 'head' he looked at the trails near the pond while he put a pseudopod in it. Might as well get a drink as he looked about. There were many trails but one stood out more. It was like his own, large and moving towards the back of the cave away from the goblin bonfire. "Do you want to wait around for your mysterious voice, or do you want to continue with our objective?" Asura questioned while he drank his fill of the water. By now all that was left of the rat from earlier was bits of bone. Could he digest bone? Didn't hurt to find out.

[Assistant]
Near the Hole in the Wall

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Rain watched in detached fascination at what pooling her venom had done to the little pixie. So much for breakfast, but...

She glanced back at the bonfire. She could use these 'skill points' on what she knew, make them better. That seemed fairly straight forward. Even if these visions weren't...

"Put five skill points into.... Poison Glob?" she said hesitantly. She'd continue different variations of that phrase until she had implemented her points, if necessary.

Moving to the remains of the Pixie, she'd look to eat any viable meat that might exist on the corpse, but she wasn't hopeful. At least she had ate not long before sleep.

Again she looked at the bonfire. Crispy was resistant to her basic spit, but....

She'd never seen anything cause such damage like what she had just done.

Yes. It was time.

Slithering closer, she gained her advantage as she had last time she'd got Crispy. And she was pleased to note there were only four other Goblins! That big one was gone, as were the rest. And other than that small female the other Goblins were too busy with wood to necessarily react quickly.

But... She'd need to get closer. This.... 'Glob' didn't have the same range her normal shot did. And her normal shot was, well, relatively useless against Crispy.

So she set forward, carefully and slowly, hoping her natural stealth would be sufficient to get her within range.

But now... She needed to wait for the right moment to strike. Not while he was talking with the female....

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The Second Day - Scott

The lizard whipped around upon hearing him, and with a cool, slightly dangerous tone, spoke.

"This is my Crystal, Pixie. Go find your own."

Scott blinked at the sound. Well, that answered one thing - yes, the lizard could understand him, and communicate.

"What, that?" he asked, pointing, and trying to sound unafraid. The lizard could literally spit acid, and at this distance, he probably wouldn't be able to get out of the way. "I-I wouldn't mind doing just that, ah-actually. I wouldn't want to steal it from you. I was just wanting to... to talk."

His voice faltered as a second voice echoed in the cave.

"Hello! Come to the water!"

He turned on his heels, staggering backwards. He looked around fearfully, unable to tell where the voice had actually come from. He put a hand to his heart, eyes darting from side to side. As the echoes faded, he turned back to the lizard.

"I... sorry. I'm - kind of new to this."

His eyes went back to the crystal as he heard something behind it.

"Is... is there someone back there?"

He went a little closer.

"...atrics to that demon king jack..."

"Uhm... hello?" Scott said to the crystal.


[System]
Astrelle Lennox

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The Mundane
Age: 17
Sanctum City: Valentia

Description
Astrelle's appearance is striking to some, with dark, raven hair and wine-red lips that contrast notably from her pale complexion. Wispy bangs lightly layer over her forehead with some strands extending to her cheeks and chin to frame her face, creating a soft shadow around her features. These characteristics, in addition to Astrelle's preference to dress in all black, give her presence an ominous mood.

Astrelle is lean, standing at an average 5'6" and around 120 pounds. She doesn't have a very muscular physique, having had no need to run around or work much growing up. Astrelle's confidence is visible in the way she walks and carries herself—her posture is almost always proper, and her lilac gaze is unwavering.

Personality
Astrelle is often seen with a slight smile on her face, a cold grin that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Those close to her know this subtle expression to be a mask of sorts, or defensive wall Astrelle adorns to hide her true thoughts and feelings. On the surface, she appears amicable and friendly, offering everyone the same listless grin. She can be carefree, playful, even, in the way that she constantly seeks new methods of entertaining herself. She likes to keep people that she finds interesting by her side and fills her days with pointless activities to stave off boredom.

Underneath the jovial demeanor, Astrelle is more apathetic than many would expect. While she can be genuinely caring to those around her, she believes that the reason she bothers keeping such pretenses is to disguise her darker machinations. Astrelle is self-centered, and misleading others believe she is kind works to her advantage. She usually has no qualms taking actions for her personal gain even if it disadvantages someone else, because she matters the most to herself. This rather extreme ideology formed when Astrelle realized she was never going to be anyone else's priority, and so decided she would be the one to look after herself.

In relationships, Astrelle tries to take a calculated approach and views them as transactional dealings. What can she gain, and what are her benefits? There is a part of her that still desires to be needed, to be important to someone, which has manifested in Astrelle's promiscuous and flirtatious tendencies. Her pride would never allow herself to admit this, but despite the methodical way she evaluates her friendships, she truly doesn't like being alone.

Background
Astrelle was born with a proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. She was the only daughter of the Lennox family, who were close assistants of the Venus Duodecim family that managed the city of Valentia, where she was born and grew up. The Lennoxes served the Duodecim clan in various capacities, from important political work to mundane tasks like caring for their homes. In the past, there have been certain cases where especially capable individuals would be married into the family as well. Needless to say, the close position of Astrelle's family to the Duodecim's power allowed her many luxuries in life, despite the havoc that Voids wreaked on the world.

Astrelle's parents were strict and austere in their approach to work and parenting. Even though Astrelle rarely saw them growing up, they expected nothing less than perfection from their offspring and were frugal with affection and praise. Astrelle and her three brothers were expected to continue the same line of work as their father and were thus tutored heavily from a young age. Corporal punishment was not out of the question, or rather, given generously, if the children did not quietly obey their demands.

As the years passed, Astrelle became less compliant with her lifestyle. She had no attachment to her cold home that felt more like a hostile institution, with strangers that walked about constantly, guards to keep the children in check, and tutors that did little more than echo her parents' values at her. Astrelle's first acts of rebellion were subtle. If she could not obtain the affection of her family members, she would fill the emptiness in her heart with material goods. She spent lavishly, adorning herself with expensive fabrics and jewels, and purchasing various trinkets and playthings on whims. Of course, Astrelle was punished for these actions, but she would rather have held on to sanity if she were going to be punished anyway.

As a teenager, Astrelle's disobedience only grew. Since her parents weren't home much, she exercised her authority and found a hobby in ordering the maids to do pointless tasks, punishing them herself when they refused. She openly skipped lessons to explore the city with friends, or smuggled them into her room for her own amusement. Eventually, no one batted an eye anymore at the rotation of men and women that would tiptoe out the door in the middle of the night or at the break of dawn.

All of this was reported to Astrelle's parents, of course. The consequences were varied, but they could never completely stop Astrelle's behaviour. They had lost hope for her contributing anything worthwhile to the family's legacy, that is, until they discovered her affinity for magic. Her parents were ecstatic with the arrangement—her problematic behaviour would no longer be their concern, and Astrelle would become a noble Ars Magi that defended humanity against the monstrosities outside their walls.

Astrelle hated how willing they were to throw their only daughter on the battlefield, sacrificed her like a chess piece for something as ridiculous as the family's reputation. She decided that she would take advantage of the cards she was dealt. At least at Nova Lux, she had value.

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The Magical
Armgaus Name: Exalted Lavender Azurite

Gladius
Astrelle wields a large scythe named 'Oblivion' that is as dark as the element she controls. The weapon itself towers over her 5'6" frame and is easily handled by Astrelle despite its large size. Tendrils of shadow emanate from its blade as it's swung.

Parma
In her transformed state, Astrelle looks rather similar to her ordinary appearance. She dons a stylized combat uniform, and the color of her lavender eyes is more intense.

Elementum: Darkness

Elementum Abilities
Shadow warping and stealth. Astrelle can travel within shadows, and jump from one to another within a certain distance. She can completely immerse herself within a shadow, becoming invisible and intangible to the outside world. She can blanket small spaces in darkness and can generally see very well in the dark. Her stealth and warping abilities make her perfect for sneak attacks and scouting.

[User]
"Shit," Penny hisses, any sense of propriety going out the window when the monsters attacked. Half of her is of a mind to run and grab the gun, but she realizes she'd have little skill actually using it; she might even be more of a danger to everyone present than the Void. She also realizes she can't stand there, gawping. The other half is terrified; she's read horrors stories about Void, but never actually seen one up close - now she's practically within reach of a living nightmare creature. It's almost all she can do to keep calm.

It takes her a moment before she realizes she's running right at the Void.

"Hey asshole!" she cries out to the Void, hand clenched tightly into a fist as she fills it as best as she can with with a surge of electrical elementum. "HEADS UP!"

Performing a running jump, she gives a war cry as she slams her fist into the Void as hard as she can, amplifying its power with lightning.

'Welp, it was nice while it lasted,' she thinks. 'Doubt it'll do more than piss it off, but worth a shot...'

[Assistant]
Continuing to provide illumination, Dana cautiously led her fellow candidates into the darkened corridor. They had barely left the cabin, when they were approached by a pair of soldiers. One of the soldiers began to inform them that there had been an emergency (no kidding…), before he was suddenly yanked back into the darkness by some unseen force. Not wasting a moment, his companion whirled around and opened fire on the unknown attacker, the glowing discharge of his magitech rifle revealing the identity of their enemy.

"Holy crap…!" Dana gasped as she beheld the void's terrifying appearance, as well as the following horrific sight of it impaling the second solider and pinning him to the wall.

With a roar of outrage, Penny charged the creature, a crackling orb of lighting clenched in her fist. The strike staggered the monster enough for it to release its hold on the soldier, giving Dana the opportunity she needed.

"Hang in there, pal!" Dana called to the wounded soldier as she rushed over to kneel down beside him. "I'll get ya all patched up, so don't worry!" she added, flashing him reassuring smile.

Even with the increased quantity of Nox providing additional power, Dana wasn't sure exactly how much healing she could perform, but she knew that keeping a positive outlook was crucial in situations like these. As she set about her work, she only hoped that her new friends could finish what Penny started and take care of their monstrous foe for good.

[User]
The girls slowly made their way through the corridors. Dana, with her light, stayed at the front of the group. Gunfire sounded from a distance and rang throughout the airship, and dread twisted in Astrelle's gut. Someone, people, were fighting something, and as much as she didn't want to believe it, she had an idea of what it was. Her hands were clenched tightly in fists as they proceeded through the eerie passage, with only the sounds of their footsteps and distant warfare as company.

Astrelle spotted the figures in the darkness slightly sooner than the others, with her eyes that pierced through the shadows. She let out an audible, sharp gasp and reactively covered her mouth with her hands, as if it were a mistake to make a sound. The sinister aura of the humanoid being sent a surge of panic through her body, and she found it hard to control her trembling. Fear froze her, and Astrelle could only watch helplessly as a soldier was impaled with the creature's claws. She regretted, in that moment, the clarity of her vision; she could see the glisten of the victim's blood still trailing off the monster's appendages.

Astrelle watched in disbelief as Penny charged at the Void, seemingly unfazed by the sight of the monster quite literally pinning a full grown man onto a wall with little effort. Her willingness to fight was interpreted more like an idiotic death wish in Astrelle's perspective. Regardless, it worked out better for her that Penny was on the offense; Astrelle's abilities were not suited for attacking, and if someone had to be sacrificed for the others to survive, she was satisfied as long as it wasn't herself. The way Astrelle saw it, Penny seemed more than willing to risk her own life.

Something in Astrelle snapped and dispelled her fear. She had connected the right dots or found some rationalization that allowed her to come to terms with reality, and couldn't help but laugh. The scene before her only affirmed her pessimistic expectations of being an Ars Magi. Her predictions were merely accurate. Her boisterous laughter filled the small hallway.

"I'm so excited to be an Ars Magi," Astrelle mimicked sarcastically, recounting the girls' statements from the tea party. The thought of imminent death overruled any desire to stay polite to the others. An eerie grin stretched across her face, "Wouldn't it be so fun to be impaled by a Void like the poor guard?"

Perhaps now, their naiveté would be replaced by caution. She didn't care about how wonderful the government tried to sell it on TV, or how honorable the station was in society—she just didn't want to die. Unlike the others, she never asked to be an Ars Magi and never wanted to be one. She wanted to go back to her life of luxury—even becoming a dog to the Venus clan seemed like a better idea than this.

In reaction to Penny's attack, the menacing creature released the injured soldier from its grasp. Dana was quick to act, rushing to the injured man and performing healing magic. The monster looked distracted now, but it was only a matter of time before it turned its attention to its assailant. Astrelle kept silent and maneuvered to the back of the group, giving no heed to how self-serving the action appeared. She could feel her power building amidst the shrouds of Nox, but even then, her abilities to sink into shadows and generate darkness were not skills that dealt damage. The most she could do is evade the monster's attacks, but that would only help herself. There was the possibility that her high evasion would be useful if Astrelle acted as bait, but there was absolutely no way she would suggest herself for that position.

"Unfortunately, my abilities aren't suited for fighting," Astrelle smiled, finally regaining some sense of calm. She gestured to the darkness of the corridor behind them. "The most I can do is act as a guard dog for your backs, or I can go and try to find Victoria."


[System]
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Description or Image: Asian 20-year-old woman, lithe and athletic build but not too skinny, attractive but not to a distracting degree, green, piercing eyes and long, flowing black hair

Alias/Nick Name: The Performer

Background & Reason for Joining: The Performer has traveled far and wide, searching for shows in which she could demonstrate her skills and prowess with her well-trained acrobatic movements. The whip-like ribbons just served as extra extensions of her own arms. Ever since she was a little girl, she dreamed of being able to use her dancing abilities to do more than just perform, but her parents had tried to keep her sheltered and thus (in their eyes) safe from the world's dangers. Longing for a life that truly means something and can help people, she uses her performances on each stage as a ruse so that she could scout out ways to help and she has made this no secret to her followers and supporters (both online and onstage). Thus, it was no surprise when a young man called out to her after one of her performances and told her that there has finally arrived a chance to do some good for an entire city of people. He shared with her a blog from a place called Hero City and once she reached the small apartment she had rented while performing, she sat down to read through the blog post. Once she finished, she promptly sent in her own information and reasons for being qualified for this request. 'I could finally be on a real team of superheroes,' she thought excitedly to herself, as she planned a way to keep up the ruse to her parents and friends from back home that didn't want to see any harm come to her.

Personality: On the inside is eager to please and help but gives off the appearance of being shy and reserved and uncertain at times. She does warm up to people and will become more social after a time, but always wary and alert.

Powers:
- Razor-tipped, whip-like ribbons that she has trained with for years so that they follow every subtle movement her wrists or even fingers make to direct them
- Sharp eyesight and hyper-awareness of her surroundings
- Strong even though her body type doesn't betray it
- Highly skilled in acrobatics, thus excellent dexterity

Weaknesses:
- Insecurities about herself that make her second-guess her decisions and actions
- People-pleasing and will most times go along with others' ideas even when she doesn't necessarily agree it is wisest
- Inwardly vain about her appearance

[User]
Images of the debut job descriptions and of the consequences and results of the diamond dust issue played through Talia's mind as she continued to read while accurately observing the situation and the others' responses. Her ability to multitask very efficiently allowed her to still listen to and analyze the ideas the others have, but she did not have a very high self-esteem herself and had never even worked in a group setting that was not choreographed by someone that knew far more than she. Quietly, she stood there, leaned over to peer at the screen of the laptop where the information was presented. She had not remained off to herself, however, for it was time to look and act like a member of this team... even though it was quite odd and unique and confusingly grouped. That sounded like a recipe for some adventure and freedom and risk-taking, which sounded to Talia like a great time.

She had not glossed over the understanding that other previous heroes doing similar things, had died... but she wasn't about to let the next victims be her or any others with her, not if she could help it. As the man named Manny started describing the electronic ear-piece things that would allow them to connect and stay in touch even at vast distances, it was difficult to pay close attention to the details and to remember descriptions of technology that she had never before even heard discussed. She quickly deduced that Manny likely knew a lot about what he was talking about, and she looked around to see if her other fellow heroes were equally confused. She was thankful for the public transportation to and from places, because she was not really from around here. She had journeyed around the area for shows and such but never stayed long enough to get more than basic familiarity of the city.

With a start, she realized that no one here had yet discussed with each other what their strengths or abilities or powers even were... likely, only Manny knew and if he had okayed each of them, then there must be a good reason. But she wondered if any of them would share with her about what would stop them from being easily killed? Were they in it just for the adventure and fun? Did they care about helping people and righting wrongs and pursuing justice? Did they have some kind of thing of their past to avenge? She longed to be able to ask but silently and patiently waited her turn, green eyes gently resting on each of their faces as they spoke or reacted to what was being shared. It did not feel like her place, especially as the only female, to just start blurting out suggestions and fighting for the same breath of space to talk in and speak opinions and ideas. Besides, she didn't have much yet to add... unless they tried to end this meeting without even talking about what qualified each for this kind of danger...

[Assistant]
Bob admittedly glossed over most of the technical jargin Manny was using, but was smirking by the time he had finished. He would take the offered earpiece, and turn mostly to Manny. "You sound a lot like my old friend Zane. He used to do all the hacking and tinkering back in the day." he tapped the gas mask, indicating the modifications that were made in it. "If we're good, think you'd be able to tinker with some more stuff? I have some ideas I have been thinking about. Not sure what everyone else can do... But I'm no Superman." He lifts one hand, flexing the fingers some to pop out the sharp claws, then retracting them again. "I haven't the foggiest idea how these things work, just know that they do." He rolls back on his heel's some, the boots pushing him back up into a small hop.

He turns to the others, a brow lifting questioningly. "Any of yall bullet proof, or flying or something? Hear there's a guy who can lift a who city bus... Any of yall able to do something like that?" He picked up a lot of random information while bouncing around the city. Thugs tend to talk about heros and villains when they're scared of getting caught. He had heard a lot about the Big time heroes just like everyone, but he'd never heard of these smaller groups back in Jersey.

[User]
Link gingerly placed the micro devices in his inner jacket pocket. He looked on intently as Bob displayed his demo of abilities. Are we bullet proof?, he silently repeated Bob's question in his mind. If I were bullet proof, I wouldn't be sitting in this apartment, that's for sure. What he could do, though, paled in comparison to An Indestructible, A Muscle or a Flier. At least, it certainly wasn't as traditional. Then again, neither was Link.

"So Metal Man, with a super suit, and Gas Mask, with the hoppity hops and the pokey pokes, are coming in from the roof. Me and Chatty Cathy are shooting for general entry. And, all the while, we've got to avoid suspicion, get passed any security, find Bucur and successfully extract him without dying." It nearly sounded like a question, but was purely rhetorical. Link just had to keep it all straight in his mind and an audible recap was typically his go-to.

His eyes shot over to Talia's. For a few beats, he remained silent, sizing her up. These roles they were about to play were either going to require a lot personality or a lot of honed skill. He could probably provide the former. He just hoped she could at least cover the latter. They could get stuck in queue purgatory if the bouncer decided they weren't worthy of admission and its not like Link had the scratch to bribe their way in. Usually the quickest way in was to bring some skimpy party girl with you, but Talia didn't seem the type. Maybe he could call in a club rat or two just to get in the door?

He finally broke contact and, with a closed mouth, his tongue began to run along the sides of his teeth, an automatic tic that occurred when he was mulling something over in his head. How were they going to do this...? Maybe if they-

"MESSAGE, MUDDAFUKKA!
MESSAGE, MUDDAFUKKA!"

Link was snapped out of his thought by the text notification on his cell phone. He scrambled to pull it out and unlock the screen.

`From: Bertha McBigTiddies

Where did you go, Finger Man? You were A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! A deal is a deal. You showed me what you can do, I'll show you what I can do. Tonight you're drinking free anywhere downtown as my VIP. All the bar tenders and owners know me. They'll treat you like a king. Password is 'Banana Hammock'. Don't be a stranger! XOXO`

A grimace formed on Link's face, but soon softened into a state of intrigue. He couldn't remember her real name, but that lady could drink. I guess being in the liquor business would provide anyone ample time to build up a tolera-

"Oh-ho!" Link couldn't help the outburst. An epiphany hit him like a freight train. He looked up at Talia again, his hungover mind racing as fast as it could under the circumstances. This was it. This was the In. "Alright, Chatty, you better have your glass slippers ready, because I just got us tickets to the ball. You can be Cinderella and I'll be Prince Charming."

Feeling a small sense of accomplishment, Link felt he was deserving of a little reward. They wanted a show and tell? Fine. Without leaning forward in his seat, he extended his hand toward the pile of donuts. He was well short of the necessary distance, but he wasn't done, yet. Gradually, his middle finger began to stretch and pop, extending further and further until it plunged itself into one of the donut holes. With a flick and a turn of his wrist, the ringed donut slid all the way down his now two foot long finger and stopped abruptly at his knuckles. The finger shrank back to normal size as Link took a healthy bite of the donut, grabbing what was left of it with his other hand.

"Ah lihk da pink ones wif sprinklez bedder," Prince Charming announced as he chewed, some bits of the donut falling into his beard. He looked over to Talia. "So whatchoo do, pinsess?"

[Assistant]
@myinneroblivion @ShadowsofNight

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Things were going better than expected. Lady luck was finally smiling down upon them after a year and a half of getting kicked in the teeth by her metaphorically and literally at one point for a former hero of CHAMP, Pearly Whites. Poor guy had to get dentures after getting a face full of boot...seven times in one fight.

"Sure thing, Bob. Maybe you can even invite your friend Zane to help me tinker with your gear." Manny says innocently with a friendly thumbs up before turning to Link and Talia. "That would be the plan as the client would prefer that Bucur to face justice but...has no qualms if we kill him. He'd still consider the job done and we'd still get renown and paid." Manny pauses and scratches the back of his head while slightly looking down to the floor. "I know that killing people is unavoidable at times in our line of work but I follow a strict no-kill rule that Captain Amazing followed." Manny believed that the late great hero did it out of the altruistic sense of righteousness of giving a bad soul to reform and be good. But in truth it was simply bad for the sponsors if their 'hero' had any blood on his hands.

"But I know that the thugs in the nightclub will likely have guns in their possession and I've learned from my mistakes over the past year and a half. I don't have them with me right now...but I will have them by tonight. They're personal shield generators. The kind that people like the President have. I'd go into detail on how I made these from junk but I think it'd take too long and it'll just bore you guys. Just keep in mind that these things will protect you from a few bullets but not so much from slower moving things like thrown objects, fists, or melee weapons."

[User]
Okay that's cool and definitely useful for something like this, Talia thought as she watched the man by the window display his claws and bounce abilities. She wondered what his gas mask thing did, but then decided that was probably really obvious and that she'd look stupid for asking about it. Also, she began to wish she had the ability to have some claws that could just pop out of her hands because that just sounded awesome.

However, when it came to The Finger showing his skill to them all, she couldn't help but start slightly and then laugh out loud. Her laugh was soft but audible and trained, just like the rest of her, to be ladylike and gentle and graceful. God, how Talia wished to just be able to talk and sound and act like the rest of humanity. They seemed so free to be themselves. "Sorry," she said to the others, feeling the need to apologize even for that. "It's just... I honestly did not expect that but should be interesting."

She took a breath then turned to Manny and also took one of the earpieces carefully for herself, saying a sweet "thank you" as she did so before turning back to the others. "Well, it so happens I can indeed be the perfect Cinderella," she said with a hint of a semi-forced smile. "But I'm a ribbon dancer and if anyone here does not know what that is, it is a display on stage of a lot of acrobatics and some skill. I cannot reveal very much here, as it is not a lot of space to work in without umm knocking things over," she finished with an actual, amused smile this time.

Then she took off the jacket and placed it onto the arm of a chair and removed the ribbons from her bag. Breathe. Ignore their stares. This was nothing more than another performance, she thought to herself. With that, she began twirling the ribbons about in expert, controlled movements that whipped and whistled above their heads and to sweep the floor as she herself twirled and leapt about, circling the group, making such use of the space that the size of the apartment seemed to be forgotten. It would be clear to the onlookers, that she had control of the entire room similar to how an actual performer could command the stage but also literal control as the ribbons whipped around and energies swirled. It seemed as though she was in control of the forces, bending them to her will, but in fact she worked in tandem with them: a cooperative, enchanted performance.

Afterwards, she stopped and stepped up closer to them all again and showed each the thickness and strength of the sheer fabric, a material that was not fragile at all, and also the razor-tipped metal edges that she had had sewn into the fabric itself to make the whip-like ribbons a weapon, capable of stripping skin and slicing through other materials as well. "I know it doesn't seem like much," she said, her confidence temporarily fueled by the performer she was, "but I have even been able to suspend my entire weight by these so they are not just weapons, but I can send them out and swing from them too. Also, if you take a look around, you'll notice that nothing and no one is damaged even though I whipped them around each of us. I hope that is a satisfactory performance for you all to still consider me."