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Title: -

Age: 11

Gender: Female

Personality: Senna is a happy sort of child, the kind that isn't easily brought down and who recovers quickly when they are. She's a survivalist by nature, a careful, practical girl who can be trusted to be reliable during tough situations. She has a certain, cat-like curiosity to her, but she is always sure to keep a handle on herself so that it doesn't get her into trouble. Her sense of adventure is strong, despite her general level-headedness.

She is a person who puts the most importance on self-interest, and considers the needs of others second. She's not above using underhanded tactics to keep herself going, and unlike what you would expect from someone her age, violence is not something she's a stranger to. Having lived most of her life toughing it out in the wilderness, concepts such as luxury or extravagance are lost on her, and she would be more than happy to enjoy a simple, peaceful sleep in the crook of a tree branch if the situation called for it.

When it comes to her interactions with others, Senna is sensible, and usually to the point. She does engage in basic deception, to the degree that benefits her, but is just as likely to display a simple honesty when she has no reason to lie. She has a tendency to subtly imitate or go along with others around her, more out of habit than anything else, and this does help her come off as more likeable where otherwise she may seem a little stiff.

She actually does have a sense of humour.

Biography: Orphaned at a young age by an epidemic, Senna was adopted by the local woodsman and hunter, often referred to as the "Shadowcat". He was somewhat of a local legend, but he had a weak spot for kids, and took her in as both his adopted daughter and his student. She took to him immediately, with his quiet coolness and the fleeting warmth of his smiles at the nightly campfires. She looked up to him, as the one who provided for her and who shared cool stories of the adventures of his youth.

From him, she learned the arts of the wilds, and how to live off the land. While she frequently visited the village, she spent much of her time out with her new father in the nearby forests. When she did spend time in the village, she was certainly well-liked by the people there, possibly because her biological parents were quite well liked as well before their demise. She was often jokingly called "Shadowkitten" because of the way she stuck to her adopted father like glue, stalking along in his shadow pretty much whenever they were together.

The older she grew, and the more she learned to do things herself, the more she started to help her father in his work. She never stopped learning, of course, and there was no chance of her catching up to her teacher anytime soon, but about when she reached the age of ten she begun to be able to manage hunts on her own. When she realized she could fend for herself, she would often go for long treks into the woods on her own, and had all sorts of adventures, ranging from the discovery of an ancient tower to a close encounter with a fearsome Grizzly Bear.

When word reached the village of the God's descent, along with it came information on some of the gods that were seen. From this, she learned of the existence of a Ranger Goddess, which perked her interest almost immediately. That said, she probably would never have left if it weren't for her teacher's urging, telling her she should go and make a name for herself under this new Goddess. The entrance to the Labyrinth was close, so she had no issue making her way there, and in contracting with the Goddess she sought.

Now, it was just a matter of what she wanted to do.

Skills:

Sharpened Instincts: Heightened intuition and senses, honed through a life of hunting and outdoor activities. While not on the level of her teacher, Senna is more than capable of using her instincts to seek out and avoid danger in her surroundings, and can usually determine when somebody means her ill will with nothing more than her intuition. She's a bit more perceptive than most, and can easily get a grasp for when something is "wrong" with a situation or place.

Hunting/Tracking: A necessary skill for somebody forced into her position, and a skill that was honed greatly under the tutelage of her Teacher. She can track targets across long distances, find signs of prey movements, or activity, and make use of a range of hunting techniques including trapping, tracking and skinning.

Aptitude and training in stealth is a given. Used for hiding one's presence and making use of environmental features to conceal themselves from detection by foes or allies alike. Control of the body and mind is very important, so a certain degree of natural calm and quiet is to be expected. Footsteps, breathing and movements can easily be masked, allowing for silent approaches or escapes, depending on the situation. Camouflage, misdirection and the hiding of motives are all also possible.

Ranged Combat: An invaluable skill for a hunter, allowing for a fast, accurate kill at a range, if you have the knack for it. With her sharp eyes, careful, calm nature and capable fingers, Senna found that she was more than capable of preforming in Archery and other forms of ranged fighting alike. Able to throw axes or spears effectively, due to her having some training in these areas. Doesn't apply to more complicated weapons, such as throwing knives or chakram.

Survival: A set of skills necessary for survival in the wilderness. Excluding those already mentioned, the skills included are basic first aid, herblore, fishing, wood carving, cooking, shelter creation, fire-starting and straightforward wilderness knowledge. Senna isn't an expert, but she can manage. Not effective at winning, but great at not dying.

Includes a capacity to move through the world and manipulate her limbs in complex manners, necessary for navigating terrain more complex than a clear, open meadow. Allows for feats of advanced mobility like tree-climbing, swimming and generally agile, acrobatic movements. As somebody who spent a great amount of her time outdoors, these skills came to her naturally. She's quite quick on her feet.

Guild: Cernunnos

Equipment:

Throwing Weapons: One steel-tipped spear, usable for throwing or melee combat. Two throwing axes with steel heads.

Bow: A beautiful, hand-crafted bow, perfectly suited for Senna's height. Includes a quiver and cleaning supplies, with 10 steel-tipped arrows on hand.

Survival Gear: Includes rope, string, a pot, a bedroll, fire-starting supplies, a skinning knife, a carving knife, some bandages (and herbs for cleaning wounds), salt, a large skin for water or alcohol, and some basic rations (Dried/Smoked Meats, fruit). Contained in a "Bag".

Currency: One gold, and five silver. Contained in a small, independent purse.

[User]
"Yeah, go ahead. Let me know if Thoth finds anything worthwhile with the leftover slime please," Alexander muttered as he stomped his feet a few times to get more feeling in the legs. He had planned to bring some flasks to gather the stuff next time around, but if Vincent could let him know whether or not it was worthwhile than that would be great as well. He watched as the other adventurer made his way into the Labyrinth before he finally figured he had recovered enough to at least begin making his way back to the Coliseum.

He stumbled more than a few times on his way through town, and his thoughts were far from pleasant as the thought of replacements for his lost equipment came up. Nonetheless, despite his condition and bleak thoughts, he managed to make it to the building of his Goddess. While it wasn't the barracks, he did allow himself to slide down the wall and take a seat with a tired gasp once he was actually out of the public's eye. He would go get cleaned up, head out and grab something to eat, before finally meeting with Ares.

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He spent longer than he thought he would in the communal baths the Coliseum offered, though again, surprisingly he didn't see any other members of the guild. As the warm water washed away the exhaustion the use of Ares' boon had resulted in Alexander sighed and sunk a bit further into the water. Eventually he climbed out, got dressed in a set of casual clothes, and left to find a stall for some grub.

He returned to the Coliseum in short order with a half-eaten wrap stuffed with shaved meat, shredded vegetables, and condiments in hand. Then he began to try and find the Goddess for a bit of advice. Could she train him to help improve his skills, and if not, what he could do to get stronger outside from the Labyrinth? If the monsters didn't reappear, or did so at a slow pace, his ability to improve was highly limited at the moment and that was... annoying.

[Assistant]
As it turns out, Alexander didn't have to wait too long.

This is because, when he arrived at the Coliseum, Ares was standing in front of the structure, glaring forwards angrily. It's almost like she was waiting for someone, but who could she be-

...oh.

Oh no.

Striding up to Alexander before he had even reached the entrance to the Coliseum, a very annoyed-looking God of War slapped the half-eaten wrap out of his hand silently, the sinless food flying through the air and falling haplessly onto the ground.

"Follow me. Now. I am going to beat some sense into your wasteful mind. You'll get your status update and second-order blessing when I'm satisfied."

Seething out these words, Ares turned on her heel and began walking back into the Coliseum, muttering under her breath. Alexander might have been able to catch a few snippets.

"Wasting fucking medallion on first floor guardian...money to have Heka make another...underwear missing...Loki pretending she's me..."

Ares had a hard life.

[User]
He might have looked towards the wasted food if it weren't for the fact that his Goddess seemed most irritated at him. Yeah… he had definitely fucked up with the choice to use her gift. Like a scolded child, because really that's what he basically was at this point, he followed after her into the Coliseum wordlessly and with a grimace. This was bound to be unpleasant…

He couldn't hear everything that she muttered, but it seemed that his dumb idea wasn't the only problem she had to deal with at the moment. He sighed, unable to really feel cheerful at the moment, and simply resolved to try and move past this incident as soon as he could.

[Assistant]
Ares continued to lead Alexander, the human and God entering the Coliseum. Walking rather briskly, Ares took a hand-and-a-half sword from the barracks in passing, tossing it behind her back at Alexander without a glance as she continued walking. Eventually, the War God came to a halt, standing in the center of the Coliseum. A handful of Guild members were up in the seats, evidently enjoying their food and the weather, but seemed confused at the entrance of Ares and some guy to the arena.

After finally coming to a stop, Ares turned around to face Alexander-

[Divine Rights accessed, 2/4/5.]

[Divine Right: Lord of Battle's Dominion Area]

[Divine Right: Lord of Battle's Omnipotent Strike]

[Divine Right: Lord of Battle's Consuming Maw]
-And space seemed to bend around her.

Without warning, Ares's "presence" became tyrannical, an oppressing air that bore down on Alexander. Even those seated in the seats, eating obliviously, were jolted to a halt as the crushing feeling of power radiated off of Ares. In the God's right hand appeared a one-handed longsword, undecorated and unrefined.

"Try to hit me."

[User]
Senna blinks a few times in surprise at her new power (and, to a lesser degree, Cernunnos's sudden appearance), before giving a satisfied grin. "This power is awesome, Cern! Thanks. And, um... I'm glad you liked my strategy. Floor Guardians seem like the real deal, those other monsters were kind of... bad."

Going over things in her head, the small girl quickly began to get a better idea of the situation, and how the Labyrinth was supposed to be approached. You were supposed to kill the weaker Monsters to get stronger, sure, but the "boss" encounters at the end of each set of floors was the most important part. From what she saw, the weak enemies could probably be handled solo with no problem, but that Metal Slime... if it weren't for Alexander, she probably wouldn't have stood a chance.

With these thoughts in her mind, she briefly considers the pros and cons of teaming up with the others. She had tagged along with them until now, sure, but she hadn't had any real personal obligation to assist them besides simple self-interest. If they formed a sort of "party", to take down the larger prey, surely that would be an ideal path to take against these "Floor Guardians".

That said...

'Cats always hunt alone.'

The words of her adoptive father come back to her, and she can't help but feeling their importance now. She knew this better than anyone else. It's true that her father, and by some extension she, had been made soft by the passage of years. But, the two of them knew better than anyone else that at the core of their characters, they were selfish creatures. For them, survival and self-interest would always hold the highest priorities. Everything else was an afterthought.

And so, after a moment of quiet contemplation, Senna comes to her conclusion and returns her thoughts to the world around her. The look in her eyes was notably more resolved than before, but that impression was quickly silenced and her entire body returns to a neutral, unassuming state. Nodding and waving at Cernunnos, Senna gives a quick goodbye to her godly patron before heading straight back in the direction of the Labyrinth.

When she reaches the entrance, she takes one last look at the outside, before quietly walking once more through the floors, senses directed outwards. Her presence was completely concealed. If there was anyone in there, she had no doubt that she would be able to take them unawares, even if they were a Monster. With this confidence in mind, she examines everything they had been through until this point, walking past fallen slimes, blood, and a whole lot of rocks. Something bothers her about the first floor, but momentarily occupied by her thoughts, the girl ignores it for now.

Now, standing at the entrance to floor three, she stops.

Why?

Because, from this point on she knew there was nothing but carnage. She would not bother trying to cross the field of poisonous and acidic slime, not just to turn around once she reached the entrance to the next floor. So, deciding she was done her little walk, she returns to the first floor and tries to figure out her weird feeling.

She suspects it was a result of Cern's mysterious new power. And, if that was the case...

Maybe the adventurers had been fooled from the very start.


[System]
W I L L O W

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BASIC INFO

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Age: 18

Year: Senior

Gender: Female
APPEARANCE:

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Height: 5'7

Weight: 71 lbs

Skin Color: White. Literal white.

Physical Description: A pale ghost of a girl. Average height, thin build. No meat or muscles at all. Skin and hair, all colorless. Big eyes, white like her skin, save the pupils and pitch black sclera. Button nose, thin lips, wavy hair going down to her neck.

Clothing: Dark tops. Dark pants. Lots of grays and navy blues. Never anything too bright. Likes big coats with fur on them. The kind old ladies would wear.

Voice: Soft. Quiet. Weak, almost. When she's a ghost, it has an echo to it.
PERSONALITY:

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Character Traits: Silent and observant. Strange in the eyes of strangers. Always has a smile on her face. Perfectly content with being alone, but doesn't scorn companionship. Seldom the one who speaks to someone else first. Talks sparingly, but with kind words - if at times, odd words. Blunt statements. Flowery language comes out when she likes someone.

Bad parts. Curious. Too curious, sometimes. Explores places she's not supposed to explore. Thinks she can't be touched. Ghosts everything. Doesn't take dangerous things seriously. Lacks long-term goals. No aspirations - just living in the moment.

Bonds: Seeing the world and the people in it. Spending a little bit of time with friends. Helping her father around the workplace. Small things.

Activities: Writing. Drawing. She has a little journal full of short stories, poems, and sketches. Loves to craft with the antiques at home, sometimes reads some of the old books too. Goes shopping for new coats every now and then. Explores abandoned, condemned, or otherwise unoccupied unoccupied buildings.

Skills: Artsy things. The written word. Pencil sketches. Good at cleaning and sorting the antiques at home. Picked up a knack for staying out of sight when she wants to.
BACKSTORY

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Backstory: A man and a woman - Lloyd and Esther Dendry - had a child eighteen years ago, after the great light shone over Leesburgh.

Abnormalities in the pregnancy, right away. Couldn't see her in the ultrasound. Pressure fluctuations in the mother's womb. Couldn't have guessed the baby girl would float freely out of it, see-through. Her skin all white, her cries all echoing. Suddenly she solidifies, drops to the floor - a doctor catches her.

Father always loved the strange and supernatural. Excited for what was happening. Mother feared it. Fear quickly turned to hate with the new wave of eventful births around town. Babies born floating. Crackling with electricity. Scales and tails.

Willow's mother couldn't show any love to her. Got mad at her. Threatened to hurt her, and other children too. Lashed out at her husband. Said she wanted it to stop. Said she was afraid of them all. Swung a knife around one night, got taken away after that. Spent a few years locked up. Found dead in her room one morning. Aneurysm.

Willow was only three during the funeral.

Life went on. Willow got older. Learned to shift back and forth freely. Helped her father around the Rustic Palace. Developed a love of antiques and creativity. Moved into the shop when the house got sold. Went to school. Feared the bullies, kids and grown-ups, throwing stones at her. Learned to ghost the stones and stopped being afraid. Let all the dangers of the world pass right through her. Let nasty words go ignored.

Stopped thinking about her mother.

Started to smile again.
POWERS:

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Description: Incorporeality. The power to become intangible, weightless, translucent. Can fly freely through the air. Pass through solid matter. Takes her clothes and small possessions with her into the ether. Gives people shivers when she passes through them, like a cold specter.

When physical, she's floaty. Jumps higher than others. Falls slower. Gravity is kinder to her.

Limitations: Ghosting takes energy. Can't stay intangible forever. One hour, no breaks, before passing out. Can't be asleep and intangible at the same time. Can't shift back to tangible if she's still caught in something, even by a toe.

Weaknesses: Heat. Fire. High temperatures. Disrupts the shifting process. Forces her back to corporeality.

Other Information: Nothing for now.
SCHOOLING

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Favorite Subject: Fine Art 3.

Least-Favorite Subject: Science.

Grades: As in art and literature. Bs and (mostly) Cs make up the rest. Not the best student.

Embarrassing Moment: Sophomore year. Shifting through the school. Accidentally found herself in the boys' locker room during senior gym class. Lots of looks. Took her a moment to flee. Only time anyone's ever seen her blush.

[User]
𝕎 𝕚 𝕝 𝕝 𝕠 𝕨

"I saw it flee the scene," Willow replied to Elle's inquiry, "It melded with one of the sewer pipes and traveled down the tunnel. I have no idea where it could have gone, but…"

She paused for a moment to gather her words, adjusting herself as Helen began to doze off a bit with her head resting on Willow's shoulder.

"I could explore the sewers well enough on my own," she began plainly, "no need to open any manholes. I don't know who would want to come with me, it's very filthy down there. But we'd have to find a proper entrance if so."

She really doesn't have a plan. But jumping blindly into the sewers seemed like an alright place to start. Hopefully someone else chimes in with a better idea - where to start looking, what to bring with them - because Willows was getting too caught up in imagining what they could possibly find down there, and how dangerous it could be.

And what to tell her father, of course.

"Does anyone know the tunnel network very well?"

[Assistant]
Monday, September 6th, 2010

Labor Day

(apparently this scene is an Apple commercial)

Helen spent her day off mostly lying in bed, her head aching from the last night's drinking and smoking. She nearly threw up shortly after waking up, though was able to pull herself together afterwards. She drank two liters of water and ate a plate of fried plantains with vegan bacon. Then she laid back down in bed, stretching out over the pink and green striped covers. The walls of Helen's room were a pale sage, and art decorated as much space as it could: band posters, flower presses, a year-old wall calendar. To the left of her pink and white desk, dozens of Willow's drawings (as well as a few of her own) plastered the wall. On the back of the door was a black poster with a large white pentagram in the middle. Around it were the words:

"God and Goddess
Wise and True
Guide Me Now
In All I Do."

 After several more hours sleeping off the hangover, Helen finally got dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a dark yellow tank top. She put on her hiking shoes and packed her backpack, which was green and polka-dotted with small yellow and pink flowers. She began to pack her bag. Into it she stuffed a phone charger, a bottle of water, a Nature Valley Bar, a pair of gardening gloves, and a small pocket knife. She stuffed a travel-size can of pepper spray into her pocket, as well as her phone and her keys. She laced up her brown hiking boots and wandered out of her bedroom towards the living room. Helen's mom, Cassie, was sitting on the sofa, drinking a glass of wine with her feet up on a cushion. A rerun of Friends was on TV.

"Hey honey," Cassie said. "Have you finally decided to become nocturnal?" Helen sighed--it was only 5 o'clock and the sun was high in the sky, but her mom had a point.

"Nah," she said. "I just had a really bad headache this morning."

"I figured," Cassie said. "You must have been trashed last night."

"Mom!" Helen said, her face flushing red.

"Oh come on honey," Cassie replied. "When Willow brought you home last night she practically had to carry you through the front door and you reeked of weed." Helen looked down at her shoes, embarrassed. Her mom had this way of trying to be relatable that only served to make Helen feel more embarrassed when she did something she wasn't supposed to. Maybe that was the point.

"You just need to be careful sweetie," Cassie said. "I don't want you to get arrested or something!"

"Mom I'm not gonna get arrested," Helen said. "Nobody cares about weed anymore--it's not the 1970s.

Okaaaay," Cassie said singsongedly. "So now that you've risen from your slumber, where are you heading? Back to Willow's?"

"Yeah, probably," Helen said, disguising her lie by looking down at her phone. Cassie smiled, her cheeks slightly pink from the wine getting to her.

"Awww," she said. "You two are so cute together! I'm so happy for you!"

"Mooooom," Helen said. "You know it's not like that. Willow is just-"

"I know, I know," Cassie replied. "I'm just teasing you! It's my job as your mom!" Helen rolled her eyes and moved for the door.

"I'll be back later," Helen said. "Love you mom."

"Love you too honey!" Cassie called out. "Don't make bad decisions!" Helen groaned. She felt like she had already made a bad decision by walking out the front door.

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6:00 PM

The waste tunnel sat at the end of a gravel access road off of Mount Gray Boulevard, about half a mile out of town. A wild and unkempt field stretched around the ditch, brambles and grasses and wildflowers all tangling with each other. The side of the road was littered with broken glass, chunks of asphalt, and the occasional heroin needle. Down the road, an abandoned construction site sat in an alcove, a mess of rusty rebar and jersey walls. Doug, Helen's car, crunched through all of the debris on the roadside as it pulled onto the access road and down to the waste tunnel. The tunnel was built into a small ridge. It consisted of a heavy iron grate about the diameter of a person. A heavy iron padlock held the grate shut. To the left of the ridge and the grate, a rusting silo moldered, standing like some kind of scrap metal obelisk. A wall of scraggly trees disguised the tunnel from the main road, and if you didn't know where to look you'd have never known it was there. The day was cloudy, and a slight drizzle tapped on the windshield.

Helen pulled onto the side of the access road, Doug's tires squelching as it sunk into the mud. She sighed, looking out at the scene before her. It looked like she and Willow were the first ones there. She checked her watch: 6:00 on the dot. Where was everyone? Did they chicken out? It would make sense for them to have--this was a terrible idea. Helen turned Doug off and reclined her seat to look up at the cloth ceiling. Her stomach was a mess of knots and her arms were numb with fear. Helen was the kind of kid who did rebellious things just to get under the skin of grown-ups who acted like they had sticks up their ass. She was certain she would not do well in juvenile detention if they got caught.

"I'm not sure how good of an idea this is Will," Helen said. "We really aren't supposed to be here…"

[User]
𝕎 𝕚 𝕝 𝕝 𝕠 𝕨

"Yes we are," Willow responds plainly. She smiles a bit as she stares at the large, open waste tunnel entrance in the distance. "It just doesn't feel like it yet."

She had assembled herself in preparation for the sewage-sifting. A heavy, grey, hooded nylon coat, clearly a little too big for her, going down to her knees. An old pair of ski goggles and a black cloth hung around her neck. A pair of black gloves, duct-taped around her coat's cuffs - she doesn't want to risk any filth getting on her, whenever she may have to stay corporeal. A pair of black snow pants and rubber boots, similarly duct taped (with a bit of difficulty, given their heftiness).

An unawares bystander might think she's going on an extended expedition in the Yukon.

Or part of a team of amateur jewel thieves.

Or that it's just part of the 'standard Willow weirdness'. Doesn't matter.

Did she over-prepare a little as someone who can phase through walls and sewer muck? Maybe. But she feels glad that she did - the preparation makes the occasion feel all the more important.

And exciting.


[System]
Riona Galsette (for The Elder Scrolls)
Gender: female

Race: Breton

Political Affiliation: none

Age: 19

Guild Affiliation: none

Areas of Expertise:

She is proficient as an archery apprentice. Taught novice level sneaking by beggars and local tramps in the slums of Bravil. Conjuration of a bound sword through practice only being able to summon one at a time for a couple of minutes. Flexible in acrobatics honed in free-runing over obstacles in the roof and major walls of the walled shanty town, its the most developed kill she has being adept. Finally, a decent swords-woman with her conjured blade novice level. Her one handed skill was trained slaying small pests and goblins that roam the outer wilds.

Spell Repertoire:

Touch of fear -novice illusion spell. Bound dagger - novice conjuration

Loot/Gold: 33 septims and a few jewels that have not yet been appraised worth of different values.

Appearance:

Height: 5'6" Skin Tone: slight tanned fair;
Hair: short-cut to a few inches below her jaw. Lose bell shape, auburn colored.
Eye Color: light chocolate wine brown with a gray ring around the iris.
Face: round face with slightly full cheeks and a slight pointed jaw. A small scar across the left side of her eyebrow and a lip piercing on her lower lip being a silver ring. Slim short nose and a thin upper lip over her fuller lower one.
Slim athletic build.

Equipment/Enchanted Items:

black cloth leggings, leather boots, leather gauntlets, leather hood and a leather jerkin over a sleeveless work shirt that she tucks in. A traveling backpack with her personal hygiene materials, a cover, small tent lantern, metal tankard and a fork and a plate.
Weapons: a crossbow and bolt quiver worn on her waist on the left and an iron knife. No enchanted items.

Weaknesses:

Her brash and aggressive emotional reactions that cause her to be much less cautions when she loses her cool. Deathly scared of apparitions, spirits ghosts and wraiths.

Backstory:

Riona is a rouge that takes on any job she can get, she is a self proclaimed "witchhunter" with no former training for the job and only in the title. Fast on her blade as well as tongue, as a rouge, she is similar to a thief but is slightly better trained in the light weapon and armor arts. She possess agility and cunning that make her a formidable opponent where she lacks in brute strength. She prefers speed in combat rather than physical prowess. Persuasive in conversation, her tongue is good enough to save her a few coins but not enough to persuade guards from looking away at her small crimes if caught. In addition to her skills with a bound blade, she picks the locks and pockets of those who won't mind missing something of decent value. Depending on her ability when her words fail, she can either fight or flee depending on the opponent.

Riona grew up in the worst part of Bravil where bandits, thieves, low-lives and beggars made it their filthy paradise. Being the daughter of an independent fence, she learned the value of items and equipment for the right amount of coin. Her father taught her in speechcract and how to make prices shift to her benefit. He is a man completely involved in and around money and more than a dozen shady practices. Due to this fact, she has had to face some of the consequences her father brought upon them living they lifestyle that the slums offer.

In her years of training, her sneak and agility in acrobatics has been honed by jumping and free-running over the roofs of the massive shanty town. She has faced some of the worst undesirables the bad side of the law has to offer. She is no saint or ignorant to the ways of men and their lust and greed either. She has been taken by force more than a few times against her will, either for sick fun and entertainment by some of the local men or as "taken" payment from the piled debts her father had collected. Due to men handling her as an object and the dealing with the mental trauma of rape, she has harbored hate and ire towards any man that looks at her like she's some piece of meat.

She is always wary around any man and with good reason, in her upbringing she has never met a gentlemanly one yet, that did not have hidden intentions toward her. Riona decided to learn the skill of the blade once she was seventeen, her misery had led her to her boiling point and she vowed never to let a man take her body like so cheap commodity or thrill. She has never killed but has wounded those unfortunate to lay hands on her. Her mother had been kidnaped and taken by a necromancer at the age of fourteen. She was taken to one of the more dangerous caves in the area and experimented on till she was finally sacrificed to a deadric lord and her corpse reanimated.

Three years later once she had enough bravery and skill, she set out for that same cave with the intent of getting revenge to satisfy her need to avenge her mother's death. Upon searching the entire cave she found that the necromancer had been gone for years and the only things of value and clues to where he went was an old spellbook and a few jewels.

Riona read the book till she mastered her very first spell "bound dagger" and she's trained with it around the outskirts of Bravil slowly gathering money. With some of her earnings precious stones, she eventually purchased a light armor set, a skinning knife and a crossbow. A few jobs assisting the local fighters guild (not as a member more so as an assistant/intern) gave her the experience on how to use her crossbow efficiently. She spent the next two years training with her weapons till she bought her most recent spell from a traveling merchant who also spoke of an infamous necromancer with the habit of sacrificing women. The merchant had last heard of him back in Skyrim which is her now, ultimate destination.

Personality:

Riona is Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. "Doer" type who is focused on immediate results. Living in the here-and-now, she's a risk-taker who lives a fast-paced lifestyle. Impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to her peers if the prove to be worth having, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Good persuasive skills.

Fun-loving, she makes things more fun for herself and for her personal enjoyment. Living for the moment, she loves to engage new experiences. She dislikes theory and impersonal analysis. Interested in being fair in all things concerning business, less she can tilt things into a more profitable favor. She will always pay her debts and make sure gets paid what she deserves for a job well earned. Likely to be of awkward attention in social situations where people of high status and manners interact. Well-developed common sense and practical ability although often ignored by her brash instinctual nature and rash behavior. She is easily incited for excitement of almost any kind and hard to calm in serious situations.

She is very enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Able to do almost anything that she sets her mind to and usually will pick up something fast if she's really into it. Great at banter and taunting especially to get her opponents to make emotional actions as a result. She is also extremely susceptible to taunts herself to a fault. She needs to live life in accordance with her inner values and will even ignore law If it goes against her own code of honor. Very excited by new ideas, but bored with details. She is open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities.

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Riona Galsette: The Roxey Village, the old Roxey chapel cemetery -- Midyear, 4E 201

"Hic.." The alcohol had been simmering in her system and the already blurred vision became much more than an impairment. A gray leathery hand outstretched reaching out to her from out of the dark pit. Slowly, under the moonlight, a rotting milky white foot emerged fallowed by the torso of a headless humanoid.

Whatever race this thing had been before, there was no way of telling now. The creature had a devilish demeanor about its movements. Jerking and inching fast, exposed torn ligaments of red muscle tissue propelled its hands grabbing and trying to claw at the young girl. The grumble and resonance its moaning made from the open hole in its neck, was a spine chilling sound that would have immediately rushed all the blood from the rouge's face had she not been this drunk.

A step back and pull of the trigger, the first steel bolt was inside the zombie's breast. Even though the spring had given the crossbow a good punch of power, the creature simply jerked with a pause and continued to advance. Riona now saw a horde of the same headless creature, it had somehow duplicated over and over. Her vision began to spin like as if she was looking through a kaleidoscope. She was more pissed now than before she set foot towards this endeavor.

"You brought friends eh?" The chirping of some insect briefly interrupted the moaning of the headless corpse for a few seconds. An almost comical pause had the monster the ability to comprehend humor.

She was out of it, seeing an army of undead where there was none.

She staggered to her feet quickly trying to load a bolt but found her fingers too uncoordinated for the task. The girl dropped the crossbow and stumbled several feet avoiding broken and half sunken tombstones as she put a bit of distance between herself and her target.

As the monster moved in with now springing speed, she closed her eyes and chanted the string of words inside her mind that had been the practice of several years.

Slowly a disruption of reality and distorted, mirrored vibrations in the space before her began to materialize an ethereal outline of a deadric dagger. Her hand grasped the handle as the resonance of the blade echoed throughout the cemetery. Transparent spectral flames emanated from her newly summoned weapon as she took a fighting stance and readied for the oncoming collision of the hellish creature.

Arms flailing with the full intent of carnage, the porcelain zombie rushed the Brenton girl booming its demonic and inhuman sounds as it sprinted. Riona quick-stepped to the side and swung with all her might. Even drunk, the adrenaline rush she had gave her a spurt of energy and focus to slice a rotted arm clean off. A creepy sight it was, the creature tackled the back outer wall of the of the church making dust and pebbles fall from high above on impact. The severed limb wriggled and clawed at nothing in the air.

As the corpse regained its composure so too had the rouge. She took her stance once more and placed her blade before her. The strong muscular rotted legs advanced her opponent, she blinked several times trying to focus her dual vision of it before it had another chance to strike. The girl swung a moment too early and her chin was caught in the inside part of zombie's elbow and forearm sending her falling hard on her back.

She knew she was in more danger than she could handle, she spun and rolled her body out of the way to avoid another clawed swing. She stammered up and flung her phantom blade at the monster's back right leg. The already uncoordinated corpse would have more trouble on its feet with sliced ligaments. Still, it had limitless reservoirs of endurance and strength, Riona knew she could not keep this up for long. Her face caught the back of the creature's fist as it struck her sending her falling backwards once more with her head slamming into a tombstone.

Pain shot from her skull and blood began to slowly trickle out of an open gash. Needless to say the concentration of her spell was broken and her ethereal weapon dispersed into thin air. A complaining moan escaped her lips as one of her hands rubbed her head. She was dazed and disoriented.

The zombie limped and hopped on its good leg with an almost excited excited spring in each step. It got ready unleash a merciless attack upon the girl. If it could emote its actions, it would probably be making a fiendish howling.

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Gavinyarel: The Roxey Village, the Old Roxey Cemetery -- Midyear, 4E 201

Gavinyarel watched as the woman struck first with a bolt to the zombie's breast, but he was unsurprised at the creature's unconcern. He was about to step in when she abandoned her crossbow, but was genuinely surprised when she conjured a sword in her hand. He paused and decided to see how she fared with her new weapon, which managed to rend the zombie's arm from its body and sever one of its legs partway up. Still, in her drunken state, the woman wasn't a match for the lumbering corpse.

When the zombie had her cornered against a headstone with her head bleeding, Gavinyarel moved in. He dashed toward the zombie, which was readying another slash with its remaining arm. As it swung, Gavinyarel countered just in time. His honed ebony blade, glowing orange with fire enchantment, sent the newly dismembered arm flying over the woman's head. The stump that remained was set ablaze. He punched the creature away with his free hand and then shot a jet of fire at it, turning it into a bright flare that lit up the surrounding area. Enraged, the zombie charged him in all its limping, disarmed frenzy. Gavinyarel dodged left and slashed at his midsection, shearing it in two. As the newly halved zombie collapsed to the ground, it's animation began to stop, whatever force had inspired its motion finally broken.

Gavinyarel took a large cloth from his pouch and wiped away the dust and rotten flesh from his sword before sheathing it. He looked back at the woman and smiled. "All right, I guess you're not quite as green as you seem." he said plainly, impressed by her knowledge of bound weapons.

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Riona Galsette: The Roxey Village, the Old Roxey Cemetery -- Midyear, 4E 201

The young woman rubbed the back of her head feeling the wetness of the crimson liquid smear her hand. Her eyes grew heavy only seeing flashes of the scene that took place before her. The zombie was felled although in her head she had done the deed and liberated the Roxey Village from the undead menace. Her mind already began counting the septims she was owed. The last thing she saw was of an altmer standing not too far away from where she lay. She brought up her hand in a defensive gesture as if preparing for some malevolent and dirty action he may try towards her. It was bad enough that the heavy mist had swallowed most of her vision away as she lay there, but now her last thoughts were of unnerving anxiousness.

Her arm only remained in the air for a second and then flopped resting over her torso as she blacked out. A low groan was the last thing heard as her consciousness drifted into nothingness. Whomever this man was or what his intentions were, she had no way of stopping, the Breton was at his mercy.


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General Overview

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Gender: Female
Age: 16
Hometown: Nacrene City, Unova
Life Goal: World renowned artist

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Characterization

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Appearance: Margo is average height for a girl, about 5'4", with a slender face and high cheekbones, freckles dappled around her nose and under her eyes. She boasts long, curly auburn hair that ends around the small of her back and is usually styled in a plethora of ways: ponytails, pigtails, braids, straight, etc. Margo has a nice sunkissed look to her skin most of the time from her outdoor activities, and rarely shows off her beautiful crooked smile. Bright green eyes are always alert and full of life, observing her surroundings more closely than most people, sometimes hidden under her thick eyebrows. She's usually seen wearing shorts or overalls with a breezy t-shirt when she's travelling, sometimes donning a large beach hat. Inside she's almost always wearing a grandmotherly-looking knit cardigan that's beginning to look ratty with age. Platform flip-flops are her best friend.

Biography: Margaret Mazarin was born to a family of Pokemon Breeders, famously known for their Pokemon Daycare, in Nacrene City. While their work place was on Route 3, Margaret's parents (Sabrina and Mackenzie) lived up the street in Nacrene City in one of the non-traditional warehouse homes. They made an honest living working at the daycare center and enjoyed their work more than most, taking pride in returning trainers their pokemon with a 'new and improved' speech. After Margaret was born, her mother and father would take turns watching her and running the daycare, until she was old enough to bring along with them and help her learn their work early on.

Margo had an uneventful life as she grew up and went to school. She was always a very smart student--especially with the library in her town a big resource for studying--and never made waves among her classes. Her favorite class had to be art, and as she began to realize her passion she started to drift slowly but surely from her parents. While never wishing to disrespect her parents, their constant comments about how much less time she was joining them at work was beginning to irk her. At 14, she finally had an outburst at dinner about how she didn't want to be a breeder like her parents and her grandparents and her great-grandparents. She wanted to become an artist that would influence people for years to come. Her mother cried at the sudden emotion her little girl expressed; the thought that her daughter didn't want to do what they did hadn't crossed her mind.

This outburst would introduce the next grudging year, the 15-year old becoming ever more rebellious towards her parents and their (gentle) pushing to help their daughter understand that being an artist wasn't easy and that becoming a pokemon breeder was just as respectable and influential. Margo would ignore their advances, closing her door and turning up her music while she worked instead. The inevitable happened eventually though--her parents sat her down and talked to her about what she planned to do with the rest of her life and how she was going to accomplish her dreams of becoming an artist. Surprisingly, they were supportive of their daughter and wished that she could see they wanted her to become a pokemon breeder to at least get her start in life when she was still practicing her art. Unsurprisingly, Margaret could not see her parent's points, clouded by teenage hormones and a rebellious feeling growing stronger by the minute in the pit of her stomach. Thus, she could only hear 'no,' 'no,' and 'no.'

So, she left. With a backpack of essentials and the money earned from her time at the daycare, Margaret fled Nacrene City with a letter left for her parents. Thankfully, Castelia City was a hop, skip, and a jump away and thus she was able to find a ship headed for Septoh and boarded it before her parents were able to piece together what their beloved only daughter had done. Her parents were left broken, while Margo felt renewed and alive as she sailed away to a brand new place with brand new people.

Personality: Margaret, to be blunt, is a typical teenage girl. She can be sweet and caring, annoying and smart-alecky, moody and irrational. The list only goes on and on. One of her most prominent traits would be how much of a pushover she can be, though. Her parents had ingrained in her from the very beginning that 'the customer is always right,' and that philosophy has become so burned into her brain that her actions revolve around the saying--except everyone is a customer in her brain. A classmate called her Meredith for an entire school year and she never bothered to correct them due to her polite restraint. While she's attempting to break this habit of never correcting someone, her progress is slow, but now that she's in a new place she's hoping it'll be easier.

Margo is also a very passionate soul, a fire burning underneath her skin at all times. She loves her art and finds inspiration in anything and everything, sometimes so overcome with emotions that she needs a moment to jot something down or make a mental note not to forget her muse for that day. This passion was probably the gasoline for the rebellion that had grown within her from her family never listening to her own wishes for her life--it was the enabler that finally told her to just do something about it. Margo would never admit it, but sometimes she's frightened of the things that she contemplates when the passion takes hold of her. This has also started to lead into other emotions, like her stubborn approach to most things nowadays and the way her patience grows very thin very quickly.

On top of everything else, like anyone, Margaret sometimes gets too caught up in her own endeavors. She takes on too many projects and hobbies that will eventually overwhelm her. While she'd repeatedly insist becoming an artist was her only ambition in life, it's just the most recent of her hobbies that she had centered her entire life on. The girl is like a lost soul, just trying to find her true calling like anyone else in the world.

Quirks: > > Margo spaces out in conversations, battles, almost anything really, more than she'd like to admit.
> > She is incredibly superstitious. She's also quite the believer in things like fate and luck.
> > She hates wearing socks, and thus loves sandals no matter the weather.

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What's in my Bag?

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Pokemon:
Wartortle -- 'Crowne' -- Male -- Lvl 26
> > Rash Nature < <

Wingull -- 'Oceana' -- Female -- Lvl 21
> > Sassy Nature < <

Alolan Rattata -- 'Julep' -- Male -- Lvl 19
> > Hasty Nature < <

Spewpa -- 'Poinsettia' -- Female -- Lvl 16
> > Timid Nature < <

Spearow -- 'Wulford' -- Male -- Lvl 21
> > Lonely Nature < <

Mankey -- '???' -- Male -- Lvl 25
> > Adamant Nature < <

Inventory: > An overdue library book from Nacrene City.
> Her parents phone number on a piece of paper that she had carefully written down but has yet to register to her Pokedex.
> A Pokedex that has already been dropped more times than it should have been.
> Pokeball x3
> ₽90

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Margo kept her pursed lip smile on her face at Celia's puppy dog eyes. "Really, that's quite alright, I'm sure Dan would rather not sleep on the couch anyways." She reassured Celia, glancing towards Dan's relief at her excuse to sleep in the pokemon center. She was surprised to hear that they had set up a room for her however--her parents would never let boys sleep in the house, especially if they were strangers! 'C'est la vie,' Margo thought with an internal shrug of her shoulders, watching Dan hop up to help his mother at the ring of a bell. She must be really sick.

The day was filled with surprises, it seemed, as Indy actually spoke to her. She had thought she had him completely iced out, but it seemed he did still have some courage to give her a sentence or two. A quick and curt nod was all he received before he went to follow Dan. He had mentioned an introduction and Margo gave an expression that said something along the lines of, 'Do you think I'm an idiot?'

She wasn't sure to follow the group or not, but she decided to stay put on the couch, fidgeting her legs while she decided how to give Dan's mother her present. She assumed the two boys would go first and then she could just tag herself onto their presents and show her painting. Margo hoped that Dan's mother would be well enough to see the three children and not be in pain during their encounter; she hated to think that they were putting her in a position of being an unwilling hostess.

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Indy had entered the room in the middle of Dan and Celia helping her up.

"Oh.... She muttered as she saw Indigo Hello Indigo. How've you been, I didn't even get to see you before you left." She said, looking at the floor. She hated having Dan's friends seeing her getting helped up, it was always just so awkward to her. When she was lifted out of her bed and into her chair she piped up and said "Thank you, Daniel, Celia. I appreciate it." She looked behind someone as if she was looking for someone, "Where's that, what was her name again Margret, the character you spoke of on the phone?" She asked

"Yea, Margo's here, I think she's still in the living room. Speaking of I think she got you a present."

"Oh, she didn't have to, but that's very kind." She said, as she took two wrapped presents and an envelope off a low table.

"Let's go great her than shall we?" She said, with a slight coughing fit as she was pushed outta the room by Dan, and into the living room

As she was driven into the living room by Dan, she noticed a figure on the couch nervously fidgeting with her legs

"You must be Margret. It's so nice to meet you, I've heard much about you from Daniel here, I'm glad we can finally meet." She held out the envelope

"I got you a present, I didn't know exactly what you like so I just got you $50 and a couple of gift cards to a nice perfume shop nearby. I hope you enjoy it, I can get you something else if you don't though."

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Margo tried to hide her face as Dan drove his mother out to meet her--she bought her a present? She was appalled to think that his mother had gone out of her way to give her a present, her heart filling to bursting point at the thought of her spending money on this stranger.

She immediately bounced up from her seat and put on the biggest smile she could muster, the nervousness of showing her painting to his mother gone and now replaced with a feeling reminiscent to pride. She thrust her painting before her and hoped to Arceus that his mother found it at least a little pleasing to the eye.

"Hello, I'm very happy to meet you as well, ma'am. You really didn't have to spend money on getting a gift for me though, really, I appreciate the thought and I thank you... I made you this on the way here as a present for you. I really hope you like it, I think it really captured the beauty of the ocean right outside your city here. I've never been to Kanto, you see, so this is a very exciting trip for me--not only to meet my friend's mother, but also to see a new region for a couple days." Margo could feel herself rambling, her mouth moving on its own without her really having enough control to stop it for a few moments. Finally, she was able to shut herself up and present the painting to his mother.

She found herself really hoping she would like it--she wasn't sure what to do with the gift that his mother gave her. Could she return a gift card and give back the money discreetly? Or was that bad manners? Margo felt an inner conflict coming upon her.

[Assistant] Indigo greeted Dan's mother with a hug. After seeing her gift for Margo, he chimed in, "Hey, where's my gift?" Though it was definitely a joke. "Ha, just kidding, it's awesome to see you." The atmosphere was warm and inviting. And Daniel's house certainly felt like home.

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Cynthia had been absorbing every word that Margo said, enjoying the company of a new face, and her son, the present she got was a topping on the cake. It was a wonderful painting with vibrant blues and wonderfully created ocean Pokémon dotting the area.

Dan's mom teared up at the gift, "Thank you, Margret, this is wonderful. I'll have it put up soon." She said as she set the painting down. "Daniel, Indigo. Here!" She said as she handed the gifts to the boys. Dan quickly opened his present as his mom spoke, Inside was a slip of paper with a 6 times over the week and a single Pokeball. "Daniel, Indigo, I got you a couple training sessions with a top class trainer in this city, He'll train up your Pokémon so you two don't fall too behind in your training. Daniel, That pokeball contains a Pokémon that your Dad caught on one of his trips, Exeggcute, I think is what he said it is. I really hope you like it, you can see it tomorrow, but I wouldn't wake 'em up this late at night."  Dan nodded, he always wanted an exeggcute ever since he was little, they always seemed so cool and strong, and they looked like one of the best breakfast foods ever. "Indigo, in yours is a ticket to a nearby Art Museum. Maybe me and you could go one day. It'd be nice. Finally, with your parents help, I managed to get you a meeting with a fashionista and Pokémon breeder, from Lavender Town. I hope you two like it."

"Yea, Mom. Thanks so much." Dan said as he stared at the shiny pokeball.

Cynthia sat, waiting to see Indy's reaction to the Gifts. "Well? Do you like it? I can get something else if you don't."

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"Aww, oh geez," Indigo said as he opened his gifts and spied the Art Museum ticket along with the contact information of the fashionista. He was taken aback, unable to think of anything to say. He'd never been good with words, after all.

"You shouldn't have," he said quietly, but smiling. "But thanks. I think they're amazing gifts." He gave Cynthia a gentle hug. "Thank-you again, Mama G. We'll definitely go to the museum when you're feeling a little better."

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Margo nearly jumped to the rescue, wishing to hug Cynthia and tell her it was nothing, not to worry about the gift. She felt bad for making her cry, but she was touched that Cynthia had really enjoyed her gift. She smiled at Dan and Indy as she presented them with gifts as well--it was a gift fest apparently and Margo was happy to see Dan and Indy's responses to Cynthia's kindness. "Thank you very much, ma'am." Margo repeated her thanks to the woman, hoping that she understood she really appreciated the gesture.

She stole a quick glance over at Indy, wondering when they would meet this breeder. Perhaps they had different practices in Kanto compared to her own family; it'd be an interesting meeting if she would be able to tag along. Her eyes moved over to Dan, wondering when they would meet his new pokemon as well. So many new surprises and gifts in this loving home.


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S h i o r i

"Think lighter! Act brighter! Like the sun!"
A G E

15

O R I G I N

Osaka, Japan

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R O P E S

Diligent
Excitable
Instinctive
Kind
Optimistic
Zany

D E S C R I P T I O N

Standing at 5'3" with charcoal-colored hair and bright chartreuse eyes, Shiori is pretty ordinary – though what she lacks for in appearance she makes up a tenfold in her expressiveness and personality. Being a first year at Ishin High is a daunting task and while it may not be ranked first in the Hero Academy listings, it is pretty close in the runnings so Shiori has not wasted any time or energy in preparing her applications. Always smiling and giving an amicable thumbs up, Shiori lifts the spirits of those around her and even though her presence can be overwhelming with endless optimism she never falters; almost like the smile is as much for her as it is for others around her.

Q U I R K T Y P E

Mutation

Q U I R K D E S C R I P T I O N

Initially believed to be as generalized as Solar Empowerment, Shiori's superhuman abilities happen to actually be the result of the Photosynthetic Blood that runs in her body; making the young teenager not too far off from the plants that her mother tends to tirelessly in the family garden. This has allowed Shiori to store large amounts of energy to various effects, though most blame it for her extremely hyperactive and excitable nature. However, the effects of converting light energy into chemical energy has more applications than simply giving Shiori an excess of conventional energy. This extends to the transformation of the energy given from her blood's chemical makeup to augment her body in various fashions, though she's not quite sure how to perfectly maneuver and utilize the energy she is given in a productive, efficient manner at this point in time.

With that said, the weaknesses are pretty much dependent on how good she is at storing solar energy, which she is blatantly not. If Shiori was to push herself to her limits on "half a tank" she would not have a long time before she fell unconscious in the midst of battle; a poor conclusion when fighting and training, indeed. The added side effect to bees trying to pollinate her if she has a paper-cut does not help either.

C A P A B I L I T I E S

Shiori's body is athletic, allowing her to maximize speed and lessen fatigue from exerting herself. Shiori's mother, Hanae Kanemaru, was relentless in how she raised Shiori. Being a superheroine herself, Hanae knew the challenges Shiori would have to face if in the likely chance a quirk was to manifest in her and so prepared to teach her how to be "ready" as well as instill a hard working ethic in her when she came of age. As such Shiori has decent physical stamina as a result of her mother's "optional lessons" to prepare her for the exams to get into Ishin High – a school supposedly nearly as difficult as U.A. High to get accepted into.

C H A R A C T E R G O A L S

Shiori is a hard-working female character with a moderate quirk that allows her to be dangerous with the right amount of character development and plot precedence. The goal for her is to play off characters and make decisions based on those interactions; she's not cold and introspective like many of my characters so this is room for me to do something different for a change. As a character that finds good in everyone and is largely optimistic it will be interesting to break down her world as I go into her backstory; specifically that with her father, Bloodstone, a supervillain whom she knows very little about due to her mother raising her alone. The revelation of Bloodstone being her father will be world-ending for Shiori and I feel like it'll be a great moment as she stands oblivious and confused in the heat of the moment in the midst of conflict; her friends having to save her before she loses her life at that moment. Shiori can be the comedic relief, one of the main protagonists, the tragic death – the options are pretty much open for her and I just want the chance to write the character.

Per Shiori's perspective her ultimate goal is to live up to her mother's legacy and expectations, though personally she doesn't care about being the "top hero". She'd much rather be content with being one of the greats rather than the greatest around. It's not that hoping to be the greatest isn't realistic but more that she doesn't have the same drive as others; a fact evident in her choice of hero academy.

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S h i o r i

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 • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

April 7th -- School Grounds

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How low-spirited this school is! And on the first day!

Shiori Kanemaru crossed her arms as she began walking through the hallway corridors of the acclaimed hero academy. She wasn't sure what to expect out of Ishin Academy when she decided to be the best hero she could be and applied to several academies all over Japan. Having been prospectively accepted by several, she decided that Ishin was the best choice to develop her quirk. She knew the school's reputation as being ruthless but all of the hero academies were said to be grueling and unflinching in its preparation of its students for their future as a licensed hero or sidekick. Though after the speech by the academy's principal she was a bit taken back and wondering if she should've stayed in her hometown, Osaka, which housed a hero academy of its own though it was well out of the top ten in Japan and barely on the radar on the international scale.

She had already memorized the floorplan of the school on the train ride to Sapporo, she wasn't exactly wanting to be one of the students whose faces were glued to the map and running into whoever and whatever due to the big piece of paper being in their face. The black-haired Japanese girl was glad that she had what her mother called an "astute" memory. Which was exactly why she was the first student to get to class 1-A, as far as she could tell. She was almost proud of that fact. Upon her arrival, she wondered if she should've waited for her classmates for a few minutes before entering the room to share in the excitement and thrill of their new surroundings. What kind of students were going to be her peers and future friends? What kind of quirks did they have? Were they dour like the school itself or bright like the sun? Questions that made her hesitate albeit for only a moment. She poked her head into the room, her body covering the entrance of the classrom as she took the initiative to take a little sneak peek.

Wonder where I'll be sitting?

The designation for her homeroom came with a seating chart; she did not forget nor did it really surprise her that she didn't get to pick her own seat in a school as rigorous and over-serious like Ishin Academy. Not that it mattered all that personally to her considering four was her favorite number, anyway! The assigned number could have meant something as simple as fourth in the back or fourth in the front. Which one would it be? Her hands moved to her back as she leaned over to inspect the room; a room that was apparently as empty as a henhouse after a visit from a fox. Not a student, or teacher for that matter, in sight.

A warm smile graced her lips as she knew this was going to be the beginning of so many great things. She'd show her class that you didn't have to be gloomy and dour to be a student at Ishin Academy!

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P e t e r

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• Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

April 7th -- School Grounds

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Normally Peter lead the way, with Mirror lazily following behind him. Today it was different. Today was Mirror's turn to lead, for Peter had no idea where he was going. He had a map, but he couldn't read it the traditional way. It became invisible whenever he held it, even to him. There were only two real ways to solve the issue. Either stop every once in a while to put the map on the ground to read it, which was most certainly not an option in the cascade of individuals within the Ishin school building, or have Mirror hold up his copy and read that. He chose the latter answer.

As they walked, Peter reflected on the rather dour opening assembly. Stern, strict, he could understand that. You can't become a hero without discipline and all that. But did they really need to be soulcrushing? A major part about being a hero is the ability to inspire hope in others. Dampening spirits was a much better strategy for villains than for heroes.

Then Peter had a new thought. Perhaps the principal was purposefully acting villainous to test how easily the students' dreams gave way? If heroes couldn't bring joy to themselves, they'd have a very difficult time bringing it to others. It both seemed logical and, well, less depressing, so Peter decided to stick with that.

As he contemplated, the two of them arrived at their destination, class 1-A, to find the doorway blocked by a black-haired girl. Probably a classmate, possibly a friend? Mirror began folding up the map and sticking it in his pocket as Peter gave a cheery hello.
"Hey, there! Is this your first year here as well?" Peter asked, "My name's Peter, nice to meet you!"

As he greeted her, Peter tried to look past her into the classroom itself. It had ten desks, lined up in a bit of an untraditional pattern. Instead of two by five, it was layed out three by three, with one all alone in the front. Peter felt a little sorry for whoever would have to sit there. He knew he was number 8, which probably meant he was in the back. That was at least an upside to this school. For some reason in his past classes, he was always stuck at the front, which was especially bothersome for Peter in particular. Mirror would always sit next to him on the floor and do his own thing, which was fine and all, but sometimes that included embarrassing himself or distracting everyone in the class. Eventually Peter started keeping an eye on him and commanding him to stop whenever he was about to do something, but that split attention away from the class itself. It wasn't great.

Besides the ten student desks, there was the teacher's desk in front. Peter couldn't tell if it were just his imagination or not, but this desk seemed especially imposing. Who was the homeroom teacher again? Oh right, Knightmare.
Charming name for a charming person, I'm sure. he thought drearily. This was gonna be good...

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Tags: @Inkarnate

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N a d e s h i k o

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 • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

April 7th -- School Grounds

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'Why here?'

It was a repeating thought in the mind of one gooey first year, as she shuffled through a vacating auditorium. Why did she need to attend such a rigid school? There were other good academies in Japan, even discounting the infamous U.A, whom her mother held a vehement grudges against to this day. She had hoped, just the slightest bit, that leaving home for Hokkaido would give her some leeway; no more ever watchful authority figures examining her every move, criticizing her, reminding her of her faults. A silver lining to leaving Ōtsu behind.. Yet from the opening speech alone, the dour uniforms, the rigidity in the syllabus, she could tell; this was going to be just like home. An ironic thing to be so melancholy about, considering the homesickness so many of her peers no doubt felt.

Yet, perhaps this was for the best. She was never very good at making her own choices. Deliberating, over thinking. Air headed, her mother would say. She needed structure in her life. Order, lest she melt away like her quirk willed her body to do. This new academy would good for her. It was a good school, plenty would kill to have the spot she qualified for. Many would kill just to see the beauty of Sapporo. She was being ungrateful. Typical.

Introspective as ever, the young goo girl managed to sequester just enough mental fortitude to navigate through the crowds and into the halls. She had spent plenty of time memorizing the grounds of the school. Each hall, each classroom, the dorms. A few quick glances past the sludgy bangs that gun across her face was enough to recognize landmarks she had seen on the map provided and alter course as required. Even as she berated herself mentally for her selfish complaints, her brisk pace put her ahead of many of her peers, who talked among themselves and delayed their arrivals significantly.

It was perhaps this fact that emboldened Nadeshiko. Hearing the crowd fade away as she walked the halls ahead of the pack, she looked up less and less. Eyes down upon black loafers, she trudged through the hall of wing A, towards the very first room that dotted the impeccably kept walls. Caught up in wondering whether or not she truly deserved the prestige of Ishin, she peered forward seconds too late and collided with somebody, resulting in an 'oof' as the squishy female stumbled backwards and onto her bottom, which itself resulted in her bouncing a few times thanks to its elasticity.

Well this wasn't how she wanted things to start off...

[Assistant]
S h i o r i

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 • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

April 7th -- School Grounds

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Shiori was taken off from her gaze by the sound of footsteps and a voice – a greeting from another one of her classmates or so she assumed. She had turned around, with a slightly embarrassed look on her face considering she had been gawking at the room where she would spend the next several years of her life studying to be a hero. It was at this time she also noticed another student approaching – not noticing where she was going and before Shiroi could act or say a word a loud 'thump' echoed throughout the corridor as Shiori found herself falling backwards, her butt landing coarsely on the floor as a physical force pushed onto her and effectively put her in a very awkward and embarrassing situation. She noticed the slime girl had fallen backwards so the only possible conclusion she could make is the male (invisible?) student had fallen into her as a result.

A boy is on top of me!!! T-this is bad!

She couldn't see the face of the boy who was on her, but she knew he was there! She didn't want to use her quirk to force the people off her, but the redness in her face that had suddenly accumulated due to the… situation was significant enough to imply she was not a lewd girl and she wasn't expecting this at all. She was a girl from Osaka, not Akihabara!

"Um!!!" Her voice stuttered a little, flustered in the position she was in. She was not comfortable with it. But she wasn't going to be rude about it. There was no need to throw someone off of her because a simple accident happened. "Can you… uh… get off? This isn't how I exactly wanted to get close to my classmates! I ain't this kinda girl, okay?"


[System]
The Endless Conversation
She's just happy to be there.

[User]
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______________________________________________________________________________________The woman turned towards Natsumi and narrowed her eyes. "I would hardly call you my competition," she replied. "I am Kiang Zhen, and I have been bound to serve the Ruby Phoenix Tournament's Emissary and the church of Abadar. I will not be fighting." Kiang glanced down at the compatriots Natsumi had entered with and shook her head. "I heard how you were allowed into this tournament. Killed an oni, didn't you? Never stopped to ask it why it was there, or tried to find some other solution. No, Oni-Slayer, there was no reason to. Be it known that you will have to do much more than that to garner my favor."

Natsumi's face straightened somewhat by the woman's words, eyes dimming with clear remorse. After depositing his utensils to the bowl before him, he set his meal aside to rest upon the railing to show his respect for her offense. "I appologize that my reputation precedes me, Ms Zhen," he said with a more somber, yet no less cordial, tone, "But I must confess that I had nothing to do with any Oni's death. I tried speaking with her, to gain some sort of accord with her, but..." he trailed off, looking past the woman he spoke to as if to break himself from choking up, "She was in such pain, such anger... The team saw her and deemed her a threat, and there was nothing I could do." He looked back to Kiang, seeming to hold back tears at the memory. "She was so powerful, yet so misunderstood."

Kiang studied the man's face for a moment, but her thoughts were veiled for the moment. Finally, she shook her head and turned away. "You mean to tell me that you are declaring that you were not part of the achievement that granted you passage to the Tournament? As an agent of the Emissary, I am bound to tell him of such incongruities." She leaned in closer to Natsumi and smiled, her black teeth glistening. "Falsified entry? Should be enough to ensure you and your group never participate in this or any other Ruby Phoenix Tournament. Or you can admit that you helped slay the Oni, that you watched in glee as the blood bubbled from her throat, and prove yourself a murderer, coward, and liar."

Natsumi cocked a brow at the scarlet woman. Not only was that quite the leap, but she seemed quite happy to extort him and his allies. It almost seemed like an invitation, really. A passport to a cruel yet tantalizing game of chance and social maneuvering. And for his first move, he took a risk. "But why would you do that to a friend, Kiang?" he said with honey dripping from his words, bowing over as a subtle flourish of his hand organized arcana into a form of Domination. But to no effect. He hesitated a moment, eyes glancing over to the uniformed men below who began to mobilize in their direction. And then he remembered. "Oh, fuck..."

He stood straight with a spring in his step, retrieving his bowl with a wave of his hand as he circled the ubralmouthed woman. "Especially when you have such an opportunity on your hands!" he beamed with an almost supernatural confidence and bravado, "Why, you might just have Tian Xia's most luxurious enchanter at your beck and call. Someone able to talk their way into any social gathering and ensorcell even the most shrewd people of power. Just think of how much even five days of this service could offer you."

Kiang Zhen crossed her arms and watched as a half dozen monks began to approach. the stairs. "Such an opportunity," she replied with no small amount of sarcasm. "I have no need of your services, nor any desire to interact with you beyond what I must. I am a Kuwa Oni, bound to serve the Emissary. If I were not so bound, I would have killed you already." The monks approached with concern, but Kiang raised her hand to stop them. "This fine gentleman was just leaving," she replied, holding his gaze steady with her own. Please ensure that you do not disturb me again, great Oni-Slayer."

Well, that exchange was regrettable. The first new person he met since visiting the island and she was this hostile to him? Sure, he was here because he killed one of her kind, but it could've been his fault. What did he say that was so wrong? And during this spiral of insecurity, he noticed the discerning look in her eye, as if she were staring directly into his mind. And there was a subtle glint of arcana, barely noticeable, behind those fiery red eyes. He smirked a little, having seemingly figured her out, and consciously flooded his mind with overtly confident thoughts.

With bowl in hand, he hopped gracefully onto the railing, feet pivoting to a well-balanced position. Turning toward Kiang, he bowed toward her, leg stretching backward to maintain his position, and bowl slowly drifting out of his grip to float beside him. "It was certainly a pleasure, Ms. Zhen." After a farewell flourish of his wrist, he spun upon his toes and started a prance around the shop upon the railing. This until he came upon a familiar face, and dismounted beside the young Risha, twirling in the air before he found gentle footing on the floor beside her. His bowl fell upon his open hand as he leaned back against the railing as if his acrobatics were truly of no effort. "How goes it, Risha? Come across any interesting tales so far?" In his silence that followed, he one again drew in some of his noodles with a slurp loud enough to show his appreciation for the meal.

[Assistant]
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Yon-Loi's Noodle House

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As Orometsu excused herself, a monk approached Hanani and Kyoumi, bowing low in reverence. "Honored competitors! I could not help but overhear your conversation with the White Warrior. Blades and armor are, of course, fine tools of trade, but I have found that too much reliance on them could become a crutch. I, Chung Po of the Tetori Monks, would like to challenge one of you to a friendly wrestling match. A spar, one on one, to test our strength and show all in this tavern our true potential!"

The monk stood up from his bow and hopped up on the table. His hair was tied in a long black braid that trailed to his knees, and he wore baggy pants and nothing more than a sash covering his chest. "An honorable duel! I swear upon my Order that I shall not cause you permanent harm. Should you win, you gain the awe and respect of all in this noodle house, and I shall buy the entire house a round on me. If I win, you buy the house a round of noodle soup. Either way, everyone wins, right?"

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As Natsumi lowered himself to the balcony's floor near Risha, the woman jumped slightly as if she had not expected him to approach. "Oh, hey! Uh, Katsumi, was it? I was just talking to a sailor who claimed to have fought a kraken! Can you believe it?"

Just then Chung Po began his challenge, and Risha looked down over the railing at the spectacle. "Hmmm... free soup? Sounds like a good deal to me, but that's gonna be a tough fight. Got any tricks up your sleeve to even the score?"

[User]
Kyoumi had no idea she was being offensive or rude. She had just been thinking out loud, rationalizing what her potential future opponent had said to her. Surely it wasn't offensive to say that a weapon designed by its user specifically for their hand was better than one designed by someone who probably had never met the wielder. And it was only logical someone would be out of practice with enchantment if they only had one customer. She had even told her that she expected her skill to make up for those if she'd made it to the tournament, or was she offended because this wasn't the case? She thought. Is she the Jade Regent's kid? Oh no! I'd be so embarrassed if someone though I was only here because of my daddy! I need to make it up to her!

However, as she was standing up to find someone who would know a good place to buy apology flowers and sweet rolls, she was approached by a man with hair not unlike that of some of the monks she'd seen back home. When he introduced himself, she tried to remember if the name matched any of the visitors they'd had, but nothing came up. She knew the kind of things he could do, at least. But why would he want to challenge her one on one? What does he get out of i- oh! Ooooooh. Oh.

"That's a weird way to ask a girl out. If you want to cuddle me, just ask. I love cuddles so much. Or is it you want an audience for it? That seems like...really conceited, unless it means you think I'm really cute and want to show off to everyone here. Or..." she took some of her loose hair and started twirling it absentmindedly, "No, that would still kinda be conceited, but at least it makes me feel good. People get scared of me too much, and think the only way I'll agree to cuddles is with a show of force." Her hands stopped toying with the hair, but remained in contact with it, as she looked directly into the monk's eyes. "Will you be gentle, at least? I don't like rough cuddles as much unless it's play time, and that wouldn't be for a long time." Kyoumi's hands dropped and her eyes widened. "Oh! I'm sorry! I'll stop talking now! I know I talk too much sometimes, but not many people ask me out."

>Kyoumi Sense Motive on Kyoumi: 1+1=2 Crit Fail
>Kyoumi Knowledge (Local) on dude: 4+6=10

[Assistant]
Partway through her gregarious trawl through the tournament goers, Ming's ear tingled. She turned away from a patron, excusing herself, and laid her red eyes on the loud man challenging her friends.

>Sense motive vs. Chung Po: (12)+8 = 20

Ming smirked. This guy probably meant what he said with his oath, so none of her friends were in danger. However, he clearly had no idea how to ask Kyoumi out on a date. If you want to impress girls, you wrestle someone else, right? Right. This monk needed some help to show off. He could wrestle Ming instead.

Ming strutted across the noodle house. As she closed the distance, she wove her fingers and pushed her hands out to make her joints crack. She stopped, her feet shoulder width apart, with a stomp on the floorboards. Her bare fists were at her hips. She looked up brightly at the monk that stood at least a head taller than her.

"I'll play!" Ming declared "I'm Ming, and I know nothing about being a monk!" She brought a hand to the nine-tailed fox pendant around her neck. "I swear I won't permanently harm you, either. And if I accidentally do, I promise to heal you."

The short, weedy young woman was not convincing anyone in the noodle house. The tall, sure-handed man looked like he could pout and blow a stiff enough breeze to force her to the floor.

Ming lifted her left hand and her folded buckler with it. The same nine-tailed fox as her pendant was emblazoned on its boss. "Do you mind if I get to use my shield as well? I won't use it as a weapon. It's uh...part of my wrestling defence!"


[System]
Player name: Morric
Position in RP: Servant
Master: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Occupation before coming to the Island: Many centuries ago, when witches and warlocks were a part of society, Athull served as personal warlock to a powerful king. In his lords name, he brought many to their death with arcane sorcery rigorously studied throughout his life. Toward the end of his kings reign, several mages captured Athull and bound him, mind, body, and soul to a demonic idol. The process was agonizing and corrupted his being, infusing his soul with harsh magic. This was unintended, but Athull was sealed none the less and left to go mad for the next millennia.
Reason to Come to the Island: The small demonic idol made of petrified wood containing Athull's being drifted across the ocean for the last few years after falling off the back of a cargo freighter heading through the pacific ocean. Age has worn the binds that seal the soul within and the Idol became attracted to the nearest source of magical power. It drifted toward the resort due to the presence of the witches and warlocks.

[User]
Molly smiled as she spoke. "I am wondering also. The Personal Diary has not said anything about them yet...."
Molly followed soon afterwards.

 "You shall find out in due time. Please follow me to the Waters of Decisions." the servant spoke quietly.
Upon on entering the area, the servant spoke once more
"Again the process is the same. Do not choose the same gate. You will float through the Land of Familiars. All of these Familiars are young and never been out of the Land before. You will accept one of the familiars that appeals to you and is willing to accept you. You will see The Great Stag who may speak to you before you are allowed to choose one. You will see various ones that are willing to accept you before The Great Stag. Choose carefully for you will be allowed just one Familiar in your lifetime. Treat your Familiar with care that it deserves. You will grow with your Familiar. Please float down the Waters of Decisions."

[Assistant]
It had been weeks, possibly months, since the old wooden storage crate had fallen adrift from the large cargo freight that ventured through the pacific on its regular route. Now it bobbed aimlessly across the ocean toward an unknown destination, worn and ragged from rough tides and exposure. The crate was barely whole, with only a few loose nails and weakening planks holding it together. It didn't take much longer or much more punishment from the sea to finally wear the crate into driftwood, sending its contents drifting away. Of all the items to be sent wayward, a small dark grey idol carved in the shape of a winged creature with horns, seemed to move with the most haste through the current and waves.

After hours more of floating across the seemingly endless ocean, something subtly breached the horizon. As distance between the small statue and the object closed, it became clear that it was some sort of structure out in the middle of the sea on a constructed island. A loud foghorn pierced the quiet hush of the shifting ocean as a massive cruise liner like boat passed through the water, wading past the demonic idol toward the island. Some unknown force seemed to pull the idol through the waves and toward the island, until it ended up banging through the outer sanctum, washing across the jagged reef into a drain off pipe and through the plumbing.

Against all odds and in spite of every obstacle, the small demonic statue managed it's way out of the pipes into a large body of calm water within the confines of the resort. Another hour of drifting and a bit of tumbling ended up with the idol laying on a bed of grass in the community gardens, where it came to rest at last, motionlessly staring off into the sky.

[User] Dresden sighed as he followed the servant he knew the process now pretty much by memory. It was getting tiring hearing it everytime. 'Oh well this was what they needed to do to get to the outside.' Dresden thought. He walked into the pond and took his robe off once again. He left it to the side and looked at the enterances and he knew he couldnt choose 10 or 1 so he went half way inbetween. He walked into the water and started floating. As he floated he saw a so many familiars and he wasnt sure which one he would choose. Then the great stag appeared. He just stared at Dresden this was what made up Dresden's mind. He then bumped his head on the edge. He got out and grabbed the black robe once again. He walked into the other room and put in his personal diary that his familiar would be the pegasus.

[Assistant]
The Captain was walking along the shoreline in the morning - looking for more driftwood for his carving hobby which also made extra money for himself. He had found several pieces and them in his wagon. The Captain saw a statue which he picked up and started to examine. It was well made....yes well made indeed. H woul examined it closer when he got back to the ship was hid only thought as he looked at the statue.

 Molly was now ready to go and had closed her Personal Diary. She stretched he body before taking off her robe and hanging it up. She knew that her robe and her Personal Diary would be at the end of her journey.
She walked out to the Waters of Decisions without even thinking of her unclothed body. She walked to lane three and began to float to where ever it lead her. Many baby creatures looked upon the female as she floated through the waters. Most left her but one small orange dragon walked along the shore. The Great Stag appeared beside the small dragon. He walked beside the dragon and nodded solemnly. It was then that Molly bumped the wall which ended her journey. Quickly Molly left the Waters of Decisions so that she could put more information in her Personal Diary.

 The servant was standing to one side, not very far from the exit the Waters of Decisions. The servant followed Molly inside then spoke quietly.
"Once more it will be the same procedure. Do not choose the same gate. You will float through the Comfort Zone. There will be many baby Personal Companions. There will be no one to guide you in your selection. It is your own personal selection. You will be allowed one Personal Companion in your lifetime.
 Please float down to the Waters of Decisions."

[User] Dresden was typing in his personal diary when Molly came in. He gave her a slight wave and continued typing in his diary. He was descriping his pegasus while the image was fresh in his mind. The pegasus had white fur. Her mane was black as were her wings and hooves. The tips of the wings were bright golden in color. Her eyes were a pure blue similar to that of the pond. Only after Dresden put all of this information did he look up. He stretched his back and said to Molly "It was amazing how many familiars there were wasn't it?" While he waited for her answer he thought of his familiar and how he couldnt wait to meet her.

[Assistant]
"Yes, I saw so many but only one stayed in my mind. I wonder if we can compare notes about our familiars and Deity or not.... I think I shall ask after I put my thoughts down in the Personal Diary. It is such as fascinating discovering all of these things!" Molly sat down and began typing into the Personal Diary. Once that was done she typed a question in the Ask section.

*Can we talk about the various things that we have found out like what are Deity and Familiars are? Or should we not speak of it to others?*

Soon she had a response....
[color= 4169E1] You may discuss what ever you wish to. However, the more you tell others- particularly of secrets- the more of a chance that the ones that you do not wish to know will find out. [/color]

  "I guess that sharing information is up to us. A simple warning of what is said may be repeated to those we might not want to know......"

The servant was standing to one side, not very far from them.
"When one of you is ready, you may once more it will be the same procedure. Do not choose the same gate. You will float through the Comfort Zone. There will be many baby Personal Companions. There will be no one to guide you in your selection. It is your own personal selection. You will be allowed one Personal Companion in your lifetime."

 "I am finished for the moment so I can go first this time if you would like." Molly spoke quietly.

[User]
Dresden nodded his head to the sharing of information. He could understand it you dont want people you dont trust knowing information you didnt want them to know. He looked at Molly and said "I can understand that because you dont want people you dont trust to have information you dont want them to have. But I am willing to risk telling you what my familiar is. She is a pegasus with white fur and black wings." He thought for a brief moment then continued "If you dont mind please go first there something I want to ask before I go through again."

He opened the question section and typed inside of it "Will we be meeting our familiars after we choose our personal companions or will it be later Should name our personal familiars and our personal companions now or later?"

[Assistant]
Molly smiled as she spoke

"Thanks for telling me, Dresden. My familiar is an orange dragon with black wings. I chose Nantosuelta as my Deity. I'll go first then and will see you later."
Molly turned to the servant
"Shall I?" she asked.
 The servant simply nodded.
Molly went to the Waters of Decisions and chose a gate. She laid down in the water. She floated through warm waters. She saw many creatures to choose from but she waited until she found one that really needed someone. A small dull grey bird that didn't even have any fuzz on it. It was shivering in the nest. She reached out and took the nest out of the reeds. She put the nest on her chest and the tiny bird stopped shivering. She soon bumped her head on thee wall. To her surprise, she had the nest on her chest and a tiny bird was inside. Smiling Molly carefully carried the nest to where her robe awaiting her. She walked to the room where she sat down and put the tiny baby on the table while she wrote in the Personal Diary.

[color= 4169E1] Words began to appear on Dresden's Personal Diary
The personal companion will be with you after you choose it. You may see your familiar and personal companion when you want to. The naming is between the three of you. Sometimes the creatures have a preferred name but most of them do not have any names. [/color]

[User] Dresden read the words as they appeared on the screen. He nodded his head because he was glad to hear that. He also was glad that he would have a chance to pick a name for his familiar and his companion. He got up and walked into the area with the pond. Once there he took off his robe and chose path number 3. He laid back and closed his eyes drifting along for the third time. Many companions apeared before him as he floated. He didnt see any that called out to him until he saw one. A small rottweiler walked up close to him. Dresden reached out and petted the dog then Dresden picked him up and had the puppy lay on his chest. Right after that Dresden was at the end. He oppened his eyes in time to see a puppy start licking his face. Dresden got up and carried his rottweiler through the door where Molly was with a tiny bird and a nest after putting his robe back on. He walked over and wrote in his diary. Then said to Molly "Cute bird so this is your companion then."

[Assistant]
Molly was looking at various birds in a folder to try to see which bird she chose. It really din't matter to her except the tiny bird would need to be fed properly. When Dresden came in, she looked up at him with a smile.

"Yes, I just don't know what kind yet. I need to know what kin it is so that I know what to feed him. You have a cute puppy. Have you named it yet and is it a male or female?"

[User] Dresden smiled at how Molly was looking up the type of bird. He could tell from that alone that she would take good care of the bird. He scratched his puppies head and said "Thats a good idea looking up the type of bird. This little fellow is a msle and I have not come up with a name for him yet. That will come soon though."

[Assistant]
The servant walked up to the two of them and spoke quietly.

"It is time for you to rest and reflect on what you have found. Get to know your new surroundings for you have completed the Initiate Level. Just remember that your Personal Diary is your main tool and will guide you as well as your Personal Deity, Personal Familiar and Personal Companions.
By this time your belongings have been moved to the new triangle. You are now in the Members triangle.
Here on out, the two of you will be leading others and continuing your own education. Use your Personal Diary along with your Personal Deity, Personal Familiar and Personal Companions in your decisions. All Members advance at their own speed and will be rewarded according to their efforts. Are there any questions before I leave you?"

[User] Dresden thought about it for a little while. Then He looked at the servent and asked "We are now to help the new people that come to the Island in anyway we can then?" He waited for the response then said "Thank you thats the only question I had." He then looked at Molly to see if she had anything to ask.

[Assistant]
"Yes. You are the first members of our society. The rest of us who are here in the Inside have been raised Inside. We know of but never had the same opportunity to live like the outsiders do. Once there are more that wish to be servants, then you each will lead a group called a triangle. Dresden will lead the male group while Molly will lead the female group. Our numbers are small which is why we have decided to allow outsiders to join."

Molly was totally surprised about being a leader in this society.
"How many will each of us have in our triangle?"

"I have no clue as to how many will want to join an become a member of the Island." was the answer.

[User] Harry took one last look around the room. He thought for a little while then said "This is a nice place but its strange to me how we haven't met many people. Shouldn't we meet more people from this island before we become leaders of theses triangles.?" He thought for a second then asked to Molly "Don't you find this strange that we are going to be leaders of other people wishing to join this place, that we ourselves just got to only a few days ago?"

[Assistant] Surprisingly, The small idol was a lot lighter than it appeared to be. Something easily noted as it was lifted off the grassy knoll and carefully examined by a captain. The statue was rough to the touch, like a piece of timber, yet as solid as marble. Even the smaller appendages on the miniscule idol seemed inordinately sturdy, such as the little wings or arms. A mysterious aura seeped out of the statue, invisible to the mortal eye, yet palpable as a chill in the air. The longer the captain held the ominous object in his hands, the more something within seemed to tug at him, urging him to take it with him.