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Nickname: Kojin (ko-jeen)
Age: 19; Looks roughly 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Yes, a zombie, but in control and extremely rare. She doesn't need to sleep nor does she need to eat since she'd literally a walking corpse; her heart doesn't beat and her blood is a lot darker than average. And of course, the only way to truly kill her is with destroying the brain. She needs to feed on human flesh or brains at least once a month otherwise she will crave and her mind will lost, literally becoming a "zombie". Also, being a zombie, she can bite someone powerful enough to rip their flesh off. She can also "infect" them, but only via bite.
Appearance: She wears a heavy black jacket with grey long sleeve shirt underneath along with dark blue jeans, dark brown belt and dark brown boots. She keeps her brown hair in a short ponytail while having blue eyes--that's what it appears. They're contacts. The contacts she wears give her a fake but basic blue eye color, but without her contacts she would have clear grey eyes being proof that she is dead. She also keeps a brown leather pouch on her belt.
Nationality: American
Personality: Kojin usually appears as cold and maybe even emotionless and come off as intimidating, but certain things can pull her strings to make her really pissed. She enjoys being a smartass, and she can be very violent if she wants to. Deep down, there's a soft spot with the potential of emerging.
Bio: (Semi-WIP) Kojin originally died at the age of sixteen, almost seventeen, along with her younger sister in a tragedy(TBA). Members of an agency were at the scene and turns out, Kojin was a carrier of the "infection" making her only semi-immune. Semi-immune because whenever she got it from whoever she wouldn't turn right away, instead she would turn when she died. But luckily, since people were there, they were able to act fast and feed her flesh before she "completely" turned but she would still be a zombie just in control. After that she started working for that agency where she got the codename she uses now: Kojin. She left after about two years and went into the solo bounty hunting business, making her travel around a lot.
Weapon:
(Sheathed on her back under her jacket)

(Holstered on her right side, her jacket covering it)
Equipment: Pocket knife(kept in jeans pocket), compass(kept in pouch), mini binoculars(pouch), matches(pouch), lighter(jacket pocket), cigarettes(jacket pocket), smartphone(jeans pocket), product that keeps her skin fresh(kept in small bottle, pouch)
Skills: Combat, survival
Abilities: -By eating others' brains, she can obtain their memories
-Enhanced endurance, strength, speed
-Energy slash beams via sword
How would you help Althea?: Survival skills
Other: -Kojin uses a product to keep her skin fresh and has to put it on every other month, so with this plus her contacts she looks normal to everyone else
-Kojin heals via sleeping
-Darkish veins occasionally appear on her skin
Theme Song

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3:21pm - Saturday 5th September 2015 - Tokyo, Japan
There was a bright white light in the sky that shined down onto the city of Tokyo, Japan. In the midst of the bright light, you could vaguely make out a figure from this shine, it was a female due to the figure's shape and size. The day was like no other, it was shining with a beautiful blue sky to suit the scene of this occurrence. Adults may be working, kids and teens relaxing due to the weekend from a barrage of work that they had to go through at school. The birds tweeting, the dogs barking, cheerful giggles of babies and the nice, cool, breeze for the hot day that was upon them.

This girl appeared to be falling out of the sky, falling head first towards the ground as more of her appearance could have been made out. She had beautiful blue long hair that went down to her waist, and she was wearing a long white dress that was flailing in the wind as she fell downwards. Her eyes were closed so you couldn't tell what eyes color they were, but it looked like she just allowed herself to fall downwards and kept going. She started getting closer to the ground, to the moment that people could start to see her. But the problem was, would you just let her fall? Or would you save her and learn why she was falling in the first place?
Sanzo Kokan
Sanzo had finally decided to leave his apartment one day, he needed to receive some textbooks and groceries for home, so that he could study for a big test that was coming up. He had short red hair that was as bright as a flame, while his right eyes was red, while the other one was yellow. The cause was due to his genetics, he is a half dragon which caused him to have eyes of different colors. One to represent fire while the other one was his regular eye color from his mother. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans with white sneakers and a silver dragon necklace. He turned around the corner to head to the book store, but then he noticed the bright white shine in the sky that revealed that beautiful girl who just fell.

"A girl? Falling?" Sanzo said to himself as he noticed some of the townspeople around him notice the light as well, he narrowed his eyes as he stared at her fall. "Blue hair... white dress..." Sanzo whispered before he started to run towards the direction of the girl falling, his strong dragon legs giving him a temporary speed boost towards her. He climbed over houses and ran through backyards towards the girl, how did she even start falling in the first place? That's what Sanzo would like to know, as this is the first time that Sanzo has seen such an even occur.

[Assistant]
The sergeant was a strict man and Dani knew that much, however, she wasn't afraid to push his buttons every now and again. Especially for something she dearly wanted -- "Please? I won't complain for the rest of the trip!" She had already used that bargain several times now, each and every time the man had caved. She could tell he was soft on her, viewing her as a daughter, likely due to the fact that the sergeant and his wife had no children.

Then again, she was basically his family at this point. "You've already said that several times, Dani," the man sighed and she smiled, "I know! So please? Can we go to the cat cafe?" And the next sentence began with "Well. . I suppose" and she already knew that she would get her way. After all, she did almost work for them -- they had to treat her well.

Currently, they were walking through the bustling streets of Tokyo, having gotten the day off. Exploring was mostly what this trip was -- the military had little say on diplomatic meeting at this current time. They were simply there for visual reasoning as well as to offer protection for some of America's stronger allies. The sergeant (being the strangely kind man he was) had offered to take Dani out to the city for the day and use the time to buy a souvenir for his wife. Extremely unprofessional, but nobody would question the guy who the "Super Psychic" was closest to.

. . and that was when it had happened. That strange enigmatic moment of a lifetime, one that Dani would never forget.

When the girl fell from the sky. First, there was a bright white light that shone down for the shortest of fleeting moments, though the sergeant hadn't even noticed. He didn't even notice the girl falling -- she had blue hair and a white dress. Dani stared at her in shock -- was she an angel? There was something about her. . something calling her. And then Dani took off, hearing the sergeant call her name from behind, asking her to "come back" and "to not get lost". At this moment in time, she didn't care about his words. She just wanted to meet her -- she just had to meet her!

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A single step into one of the empty second floor rooms, the only source of light being a window off to the side, and a man is stabbed by a sword. He's stabbed right in the back, coming out of his chest by Kojin from behind. It happened suddenly enough for her hood to fling off her head. The man gasped and stumbled forward before falling to his knees. Kojin crouched down with him before forcefully pushing him down to the ground with the sword that was still through him and pushing it further in him on the way down. Kojin got on one knee and foot beside the man as he was wheezing harshly and bleeding onto the ground. The man reached his hand to the side and behind him, frantically but weakly searching for Kojin, or anything really, to fight back in some form. When his hand reached close enough to her Kojin lightly smacked it away and pushed her sword even further into him. The man gasps again, and even coughed. If anyone else was in this building, they probably would've been here by now. But there wasn't. It was a secluded apartment building, so no one really hangs aorund here. Well, except for these two. It was a matter of several seconds until it sounded like he gagged a little, and then finally went limp and passed. Kojin slowly stood up and took her sword out of what's now a corpse and wiped the blood off her sword on the corpse's clothes. With that done, another bounty hunted.

It has almost been a year now since Kojin went into the bounty hunting business, and it didn't take her that long to get used to. There were already similar missions like these at the agency she previously worked for. The only difference: she can work solo. The traveling might be what Kojin needed to. Events and history aside, Kojin just needed to be...alone. Dead people are always alone, anyway.

Kojin returned her sword to its sheath that she carries on her back, the sheath was under her jacket but the hilt of the sword was still quite visible, before she flipped the corpse over on his back to reveal his face as it fell to the side. Kojin got her smartphone out before standing over him, crouching down to grab him by the jawline and move his face forward. With the smartphone, she took a picture of the face and it was sent over to the guy who wanted him dead. Who was this guy that just died you might ask? Probably some terrorist, or criminal, or whatever. Within seconds Kojin got a response read, 'Great. Just give me a side view real quick.' Kojin exhaled in annoyance before crouching down again and turning the corpse's face to the side impatiently. She took the picture quick before sending it over. They reply, 'Alright, nice job. I'll go ahead and deposit the reward in your account. Do whatever with the body.' Do whatever with the body. An easy instruction for an easy confirmation. The one month mark was coming up, and Kojin needs to...have some. When she locked her phone she saw the date on the lock screen, only realizing what date it was now. September 5th.

September 5th.

That day would have important, but it's not anymore. That day hasn't mattered for what seems like forever, but it's only been two years. Two years, a month, and a day.

Kojin put her phone back in her pocket and took out a pocketknife out of the other one as she crouched down again. Time for her least favorite thing to do. She took the corpse's arm and started carving the flesh out of it. She held a couple chunks and a strip of it in her hand, and she just looked down at them. Her fake but basic blue eyes gave a look of slight sorrow; she never like doing this, and she never will. Never. But she had to. Otherwise, she'll lose her mind. No, scratch that. The whole goddamn zombie apocalypse would start. The only bright side to it: at least it's only once a month.

Suddenly, a light. Kojin flicked her gaze towards the window, and a few slow seconds later she carefully walked towards the window while remaining crouched in case someone could see her through the window. She peeked her head up got a better look as she raised a brow, it actually was a light. It was a matter of short seconds when she caught the sight of a girl, falling. Falling. A girl. A girl falling. Kojin slightly squinted, to see if she was seeing right. She could make out her appearance--blue hair, white dress--observations aside though. "What, did she forget her parachute or something...?" Kojin mumbled to herself, a little flabbergasted while being half-sarcastic. Kojin went back to the side of the window, still crouched and thinking to herself. She looked down at the handful of flesh she had and then peeked out the window again to see if the girl was still falling. She took a slow inhale, and then short exhale. She eyed the large garbage bin in the corner of the room before quickly getting up and hauling the body over to stuff it in the bin, and even flipping the bin upside down after putting the lid on it. She hurried over back to the window; she decided to check this out, whatever this falling girl business is. She thought if she had herself multitask it would be easier for her to get herself to eat the flesh she needs to, that usually works anyway. She opened the window and looked around to see if there was anyone around before jumping down carefully. She stuffed two chunks in her mouth before taking off, going through more alleyways than streets for now. Kojin could kill some time anyway.


[System]
Age: 28
Occupation: Farmer
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Background: Owns one of the biggest farms in the area that he inherited from his great aunt and great uncle. He supplies the town with the lesser known or used fruits and vegetables in town as well with duck, goose and turkey eggs. Occasionally butchering the birds to sell in town or at his farm.
Personality: Quiet but friendly with a heart of gold.
Appearance:
Likes: Fishing, Swimming, The Goddess, Hot Peppers, Pineapple, Corn, Wine, Liquor, Salsa

Dislikes: Liars, Cheaters, Green Peppers, Turnips, Beets

Birthday: 4th of Winter

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The sun rose high behind the mountains of the small island Bellview resided on, shining it's morning light on the streets of the village. Beep beep beep beep beep- Guinevere gripped the top of the table and pulled herself off the floor, turning off the alarm. "7:30 a.m. already, huh?" With a deep sigh, she looked over at the pile of fabric and tools which had surrounded her on the floor. "Not even half way to being finished... Who would request a wedding dress when they weren't even engaged!?" Ruffling her hair, Guinevere made her way to the windows, opening the curtains a bit too theatrically. The Tailor set herself into a rush, shrugging on her periwinkle cardigan and running her fingers through her messy waves, I'll wash it tonight... she thought. Taking a moment to peek in at her mother, who was resting peacefully in bed. Shutting the door quietly, she walked out of the house. Locking the front door, she took off towards the Tailor's shop a few yards away.

The morning air was crisp and the dew covered the newly bloomed flowers and the growing leaves on the trees. Spring is so colorful, I should start on some spring clothing. Guinevere unlocked the front door to the shop and let the keys slide into the pocket of her cardigan. Opening the curtains to the large front windows of the store, and flipping the "Come in! We're open!" sign around, she sat at the front desk and pulled out a granola bar from the drawer. The automatic coffee pot started brewing right at eight a.m., as expected. "Mmmm..." she let out, the coffee's scent filling the small shop, "Good Morning."

[Assistant]
It was a lovely spring morning in Bellview as Ralph got out of bed; by the looks of where the sun was, the day had started not too long ago. He would need to get to work at some point, but he lived in the second floor above his own store, so Ralph could take his time. The apartment itself was basic, but comfortable; two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a combination kitchen/dining room. "7:30? Eh, I've got time." He took a shower, threw on his t-shirt and jeans, and glanced out the window to see if anyone was waiting on him. Nope. "Oh, that's good, I can eat." With that said, Ralph grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster. Once it came out, he grabbed some grape jelly, a glass of water, and today's newspaper from the apartment entrance and ate some breakfast.

"Hmm…8:30, guess I should get to work!" And now the day would begin; Ralph went downstairs to his family's store and started his work. At a glance, the shelves were pretty full, so he wouldn't need to order anything. And upon examination, the cash register and deposit box for purchases were full too; everything seemed to be in good order. It's not like crime really was an issue here, but it never hurt to check. The store also was pretty clean, so that took care of everything that really needed to be done.

"8:35 and all of my work is done. I'm getting more efficient every day!" he joked to himself. And with that, Ralph finished the last tasks he needed to complete; he hung up the store's sign, unlocked the door, and went out for a walk to enjoy the day.

Open - Pay on Honor System, the sign said.

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~The Ever so Great Witch in training, Selma~
La la lala la~
An average start, to an average day

It was a warm, pleasant spring day all things considered. Flowers were likely blooming outside, children laughing and playing, birds singing. Really, as the sun rose over the mountains on the Island Bellview was located on, it created a rather picturesque display. Anyone who had a daily schedule of work to keep would likely already be waking up, or at least attempting to wake up.

Well.

"ZzzzZZZzz...."

Most people.

"Nooo~....don't take...giant ice cream muffin cake...Ehehee...~"

The Witch in training known as Selma Baumn was still busy snoozing away the morning. She was sound asleep in her bed, soft purple covers pulled over her head, talking quietly in her sleep in an uncharacteristically cute fashion. Soon though, a loud, echoing chime ran echoed through her room. The source, a antique looking grandfather clock. Likely an alarm to wake the one still sleeping despite being morning.

The girl pulled the covers over her tighter, as if making an attempt to make a shield against the loud ringing of the clock, reveling in whatever sweet-filled dream she was likely having. Unfortunately, the chime of the clock wouldn't be ignored. It continued, for a full minute. Every chime, the girl pulled the covers closer around her. Eventually, the young witch couldn't take any more and she shot straight up in her bed, appearing somewhat disgruntled.

"Alright I'm up, jeez!" She yawned, stretching her arms in an attempt to help herself wake. "Urrrgh...stupid...mornings. Why can't they...just not come?" She questioned to no one in particular as the chiming in the clock finally stopped after tormenting her for the past minute. She sat on her bed for a few minutes, still groggy and somewhat half asleep. It was spring. Her second most disliked season next to the scorching heat of summer, and she was hesitant to even start working or even wake up.

...she sort of wished she could just hibernate through spring and summer. The childish thought amused her slightly before she decided she better go and make herself look presentable to the populace. So, she stood, and started making her way out of her room. Or would have, if her foot didn't get caught on a loose blanket and she promptly fell flat on her face. Another uncharacteristically cute 'squee' noise escaped her mouth as she face planted.

"Owie...ow...ow." She held a hand to her forehead, likely where a bruise would be forming. Well, nothing a small tonic couldn't heal, but ugh that was embarrassing. She was glad no one saw that. So, without thinking too much about it, she stood up and got herself presentable. Got rid of her bedhead, bathed, had breakfast (which consisted solely of strawberries, tea, and a sandwich), dressed herself in her usual black dress, boots, and donned her trademarked witches cloak.

She had decided she wouldn't open her shop today. As she had no reason too, after all. If someone wanted to request her services, it wasn't like she had to be there anyways. She could discuss details anywhere. Not that she was probably going to be getting much business, though...the villagers of Bellveiw didn't seem keen on her help.

Which was fine. Magic was a rare talent and shouldn't be abused by funny little humans in just any manner~

By the time she was finished cleaning up, it was around eight in the morning. She took a deep breath of the spring air. Well, it wasn't too warm yet, so maybe today wouldn't be entirely frustrating. She'd go out to the woods, maybe. See if she could find anything useful. So, humming a quiet up beat tune to herself, she left her home.

[Assistant]
5am Lane wakes up without fail and goes to work out in the fields. He begins picking his crops by hand making sure to only get the perfectly ripened fruits and vegetables, occasionally adding them to crates and setting them on the edge of the field. As he finishes picking everything that he can for the day then heads to his bird barn. Grabbing the eggs from the various birds he had in there. Geese, turkeys and chickens. Having 2 dozen layers and no males to fertilize the eggs, he felt no need to have them as he didn't breed. This day he had ended up with a dozen of each egg. He boxes up the eggs and placed them in a crate to take to town later, except for the chicken eggs. Having worked up a bit of a hunger by this time he takes the chicken eggs to his home and makes scrambled eggs and cheese with goose breast. He eats the breakfast and relaxes for a while before heading to town.

Lane having been working for a few hours already by 8am makes his way into town with his old rusted but trusty farm truck, carrying a load of fruits and veggies. He pulls up to the village center with the truck though he doesn't pull in it. He shuts the truck off and hops out opening up the back and sliding the food to the back of the truck and leaves it there. He waits for people to come to him so he can make some money.


[System]
Age: 20
Powers: To explain Robyn's power, one must first explain her appearance. The picture used above for her appearance is literal. She looks human, with no remarkable features other than her very bright eyes and freckles, but she is literally a walking scribble. She looks like a drawing, constantly flickering as if animated frame-by-frame. The sketch shown above is her actual appearance, with the texture of old paper and no color whatsoever. Other than this, she works like a regular human being.

Her powers are deeply tied to this strange appearance. She is able to conjure up any object to her imagination as if it was scetched into existance like herself. If she was to conjure a sword, it would have the same features, texture and static flickering of the lines like herself. It would work just like a regular sword, but would share her weakness: water.
When splashed with water, it works just like a wound to a regular person would do when he or she is injured. A water gun has virtually the exact same effect to her as a regular gun has to regular people. When moistened, the exposed bodypart cannot be used until it has dried up, literally.
Needless to say, Robyn would never survive in the water of a lake, or submerged in any way. Contact to water is lethal to her in large doses.

The extent of her abilities stops at objects. She cannot create life, and she cannot create, say, a tank to obliterate an entire building. None the less, her power can be devestating. When an object has expended it's use, she unsummons it and it simply vanishes from existance.
The clothes she wear are of her own making. She conjure them into existance. She can still feel, think and do everything a regular human being can.
Weapons: She wields no ordinary weapons, but can choose to conjure one at will.
Bio: Before Robyn's 13th birthday, she was an ordinary girl. Happy at life, in a happy family. A conservative, christian family. Her upbringing wasn't special in any way, but she had a good life with few troubles and all the bliss of a child. When she turned 10, she began having nightmares about drowning and as such developed a fear of water. She never swam in lakes, pools or even bathed in bathtubs. Showering was fine, but she did so only briefly, for she was uncomfortable when exposed to water for too long.
The nightmares continued and grew worse into her 11th and 12th birthday. They became so bad, her parents had to contact a child psychologist to attempt to solve these issues. The nightmares had began to dislodge her from her life, creating a gap between her and other people. She lost friends, retreated to her room whenever able and rarely sought contact with other people. She barely drank a glass of water a day, which worried her parents greatly. When alone in her room, she was in her own world of her own creation. She drew, scribbled and scetched on endless amounts of papers taped up on the walls. She had an immense imagination and her creativity was astounding.

Finally, her powers manifested themselves when she turned 13. She woke up screaming one night, clawing at her skin, scratching and kicking anyone who came close. Her skin began flickering brownish white, and her features became outlined and gray. Within minutes, her new appearance had completely taken over and she was now a living, walking drawing. At least that's how she would explain it herself.
Her parents were horrified, locked her in her room and called their church. They needed the comfort of their faith, and who could blame them? Robyn certainly didn't. She had stopped screaming after a while and began to inspect her new appearance. It didn't itch anymore, it didn't hurt. It almost fascinated her.

Hours later, after being locked in her room the entire night looking out her window, her parents managed to get a hold of an exorcist, believing their daughter had been possessed. Two more years were spent with Robyn being locked away from society by her parents, the only other contact she had with the outside world was her window and the priest that would visit every once in a while. She had begun to understand her transformation, but her parents had not. They feared their daughter had been lost to the devil, as their faith and holy bible was the only way for them to explain to themselves what had happened.
Eventually, Robyn grew tired of shutting herself away from society, being treated like a monster by her parents. She ran away from home at the age of 16, and managed to stay out of trouble and remarkably the public's eyes for years.
Finally, she was contacted by a mysterious Miss Dawson. There was a place for Robyn in the world, perhaps. Having nowhere else to go, Robyn departed for Miss Dawson's home for the 'Truly Gifted'.
Dreams/Wishes: Robyn doesn't have an ultimate goal of some kind. She just wants to be accepted as a human being. She wants to fit in and to find a place where she can belong. She wants to break free of the shackles her parents placed on her and to find her own place in the world.
Evil, Good, Walking the Line: Being brought up originally a normal child, Robyn is leaning more to the 'good' side of the spectrum rather than being evil. However the years of shutting herself away from society and everyone else and the destructive relationship to her parents have brought her closer to walking the line.
Siblings (If Any): None
Pets (If Any): None

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Jack had watched several others file in ahead of him while he had stayed back for a moment. He generally preferred to come in a bit later never bothering to rush for the most part, at least when he could get away with it which morning was perfect for. It took him a few seconds to get over to the serving line and decide what exactly he wanted that ended up being a couple hard-boiled eggs with some toast and a bit of water to wash them down. Finding an empty table not too far away from where he noticed others he looked around while working on the shells of the eggs giving him a chance to see just who was about. There were more than a few faces he could put names to hanging around though there were a couple that were relatively new which was to be expected given the Home being an official enough dump site for anyone gifted.

To Jack it was interesting just how well some of the other residents seemed to adjust to the whole containment though he suspected there were others besides him who wouldn't mind getting out or at least breaking the barrier. Honestly he didn't much care as of yet anyone's opinion on the matter because he had no idea if any of them were actually on the payroll of Dawson which he anticipated there were a few such individuals among them. Then again it was probably just him over thinking the matter but that was just his mind always thinking about the angles to worry about. He shook his head slightly and started eating figuring it might be a good idea not to let food go to waste just mildly tuning in to the conversations around him here or there. The scene was very normal all things considered for who and what they were, after all you could hardly call most of the people in the Home anywhere near normal depending on what they could do, however it let people distract themselves for even just a little providing a nice break from reality. Jack would continue to listen for now more focused on his food than anything else for the moment though in a rather good mood this particular day.

[Assistant]
Emmett's eyes opened quickly at the sound of trumpets, he felt his heart beat quicken a little bit and quickly tried to calm himself. I'm fine, I'm not in danger, I...oh damn it. His body teleported on it own and suddenly his body hit the kitchen floor of his apartment. He laid there for a moment listening to Dawson's voice. He was just glad that he hadn't ended up in his neighbor's apartment this time, or worse stuck in the floor. He grumbled a bit looking up at the camera in his kitchen as he got up off the floor.

Sometimes he wondered if Dawson enjoyed seeing everyone freak out in the morning, or if she expected people to get up this early. Not wanting to press his luck, he actually walked like a normal person to his room grabbing his glasses and get dressed in a simple black shirt and blue jeans.

Lets hope those classes are starting to pull off. He thought picturing the mall in his mind, before teleporting there. Emmett smiled a bit when saw that it had worked and he was here. Though the smile disappeared when he tried to move and realized his foot was stuck is the ground. He looked around before teleporting to where he was again. At least no one was there to see him.

When he headed into the dinning hall, he was rather quick to see Jasmina. Though...that wasn't hard to do with the cat ears and tail. He blinked a little before smiling at her and quickly looking away, he knew that she hated him. She had actually told him that a few times, but still Emmett didn't want to believe it. After all if Jasmina hated him so much, she wouldn't help him out of the wall, she would leave him there. Even if she didn't knock him around a little afterwords.

He smiled at that thought before filling his tray, and heading towards her table to sit with her as always. Though Jasmina did look a bit more pissed then usual, he sat his tray with jam covered toast, bacon, and eggs down across from her. "Good morning." He said almost cheerfully, looking down at his tray instead of at her, preferring not to get slapped in front of everyone today.

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Monica took a deep breath as she got outside, enjoying the fresh air. It was so nice and relaxing here, if you looked past the fact that this place was a cage. Though it was much better then the cage of a house she grew up in. She could see the stars at night, hear the birds instead of traffic, smell something other than gasoline. It wasn't freedom, but it was as close as she would ever get again after her screw up.

For a moment she almost heard the screams again, but Monica shook her head quickly before she lost control again. No today she was going to try being in a better mood. She decided as she finally reached the mall. Or at least I'm going to try. She thought before heading in not letting the fact she was a little late bother her.

Grabbing one of the trays she filled a plate with bacon, eggs, and toast. Monica rolled her eyes looking towards the table that Rebound girl was sitting at. What was it with her always stealing the orange juice? Monica cursed to herself a bit taking a glass and getting apple juice instead. Normally Monica would sit by herself, but it looked like there weren't any empty tables.

That's okay, I've met a few of those people. That after all was one of the good things about her job, she had met a few people putting out fires. Seeing the guy from the bowling alley she smiled walking over and sitting with him. "G..good morning. Your Jack right, the guy from the bowling alley?" She said nervously talking to others not being her strong suit, not being something she had the chance to do much growing up.

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Zaniel's smirk widened as Persephone talked even if she wasn't showing her anger, he still knew her well and he was still able to pick up a slight tone of annoyance in her voice. "Hmm? I don't know that I really should do it more? Honestly you get all squeaky when you're mad, so who knows." He answered with a slight laugh, still getting a little bit of enjoyment out of picking on her. He really wasn't trying to be an asshole, he just enjoyed picking on her, in fact Persephone was probably the only one he was this nice to. Or at least tried so hard to be, she was one of his few friends and he actually had a slight crush on her. Still he let the shadows slowly fade away and the light of the sun through.

"Yes I know, but I'm not hungry. Besides finding somewhere to sit, having to talk to people I don't know. Trying to be nice, ugh." He answered looking down at her as he talked, smirk turning into a smile as she looked up at him. "I'll get something for lunch though. You know you talk so highly about breakfast, why aren't getting some?" He said before seeing that dark look in her eyes she sometimes get.

Zaniel wasn't paying enough attention to her neck to notice why she had went all dark there for a second. Still he gave her a weird look before laughing a bit at her next question. "Not really, I wasn't really planning on working until I had to." He answered honestly, unlike Persephone he wasn't really that much of a workhorse, he would have much rather just slacked off.

Also being on his hands and knees digging holes for her plants was a rather tiresome job. Still he let out a sigh and picked the small garden shovel up off the ground where he had left it yesterday. "Alright point out where you want the first set of rows." He finally said looking down at her, if he didn't like Persephone so much, he would insist on planting the plants instead of digging. Though the plants would probably die as the only thing he knew about plants Persephone had taught him.

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"Something like that, yeah." Robyn responded to Roberta's question about if moisture would fuss her lines or make her papers wet. It was such a forward question that Robyn wasn't used to at all, but she found it to her liking. Then she introduced herself, of course. Rebound was a kinda cool name, Robyn thought. Like a super hero or supernatural agent. Well, they basicly all are but in a slightly less dramatic manner. She had never thought about making up her own name. Besides, what would fit? A guy made out of fire would be Wildfyre or something cool, a plant manipulator would be Overgrowth, a hydromancer would be ... Riptide, maybe? Pondering cool x-men-esque names, Robyn lost herself in thought for a moment before 'Rebound' continued. "So, what do you do? Other than that whole sketchbook thing. Enter pictures? Bring drawings to life? It's pretty obvious what my whole deal is..." she asked. Robyn smiled slightly, a shy and discreet smile that she quickly did her best to end. "I guess you could say I bring drawings to life, yeah." she said and held up her empty palm. In her hand, strange scribbled and black lines appeared out of nothing as if a hundred pencils drew at once, and soon a pack of orange juice appeared in her hand. They shared her texture, her appearance and features, but obviously there was no real orange juice in it. She demonstrated such by opening the lid and turning it upside down. Completely and utterly dry as a desert. Then, she unsummoned it and it disappeared quickly out of existance. "I... Create things." she said, looking at Roberta with a sort of childlike happiness. She felt like this person actually saw her as one of them. Roberta didn't look sideways at Robyn like many others did, and she was so blunt and direct. Robyn liked that kind of personality, suddenly, although she didn't think about it.

Then, Roberta spotted something and hid away behind the pillar in a way that no ordinary person ever would. Well, Robyn had heard of a yoga expert who once escaped prison through his dinner-delivery slot in his door but that's another thing. Roberta looked like a pancake squished up between the wall and the pillar. "Oh damnit, Jas looks pissed... she must've seen the mess I left in the gym. I meant to put it away, but I was so tired I couldn't pick up the weights... just kept stretching." she said.
Robyn looked at the girl entering, or rather storming in. Jasmina. Having had a lot of times watching from the sidelines, Robyn could tell Jasmina's rage wasn't projected onto Roberta, but rather someone else. Or maybe something else. Robyn wasn't sure what to respond to Roberta. "I'm... I'm sure it's not you. She looks upset, yeah, but... I dunno." said Robyn. Staring at Jasmina a little too long however, Robyn became concious of her own staring and looked away. "You like orange juice, don't you?"


[System]
Age: 19

Race: Half Human-Half Lunairan

Abilities:
Telepathy (same as other Lunairans)
Telekinesis
Empathy
Sensory Shield
Visions

Biography:
Evelynia was born to a rather wealthy family and had a great young life. She had a wonderful father who cared greatly for her, a mother who was very patient and kind, and a twin brother who was mischievous and an amazing partner in crime. As Evelynia grew, she began to realize that she was different. While her twin brother was allowed to go to normal school when he turned four, Evelynia was homeschooled by her mother and father. Her brother was allowed to go to birthday parties and sleepovers. She wasn't. It hurt a lot and finally the little girl asked why she was being treated so differently from her brother. It was then that her mother and father sat down with their two children and told them the truth.

Their mother was different. Not like any people from this planet. She was known as a 'Lunairan'. And, where as her brother Toni was like their father and completely void of any Lunairan traits, Evelynia wasn't. She had two different eyes, something that she honestly didn't think much of, as they had always been this way and her mother always told her how beautiful they were. One was a human eye, while the other was a Lunairan eye. Not only that, but without even realizing it, she was showing signs of Lunairan abilities. From the time she was an infant she had been using what her mother called 'empathy' to get them to understand how she felt, and had even once or twice showed signs as a toddler of using telekinesis. With her being so different, her parents had kept her home, not wanting to risk her getting hurt by people that just didn't understand her.

They were also told of the unfortunate views of her own Lunairan people, including why her mother had been originally sent here to Earth. That her mother had come here to originally scout and find weaknesses within the human culture. Because her mother's people having such a hatred for humans, they had to keep their whole family a secret from them.

But, in seeing her wishes to her not wanting to be kept inside and hidden away, they helped her to find new ways to hide her Lunairan heritage. Her mother began wearing colored contacts to hide her purple eyes, while Evelynia herself wore a matching blue one to hide her one purple eye. With this, she was able to blend in and at least go out to public places without worry of being harmed, though she was still homeschooled in both human schooling and Lunairan culture, including her gifts and abilities.

It was when she turned seven that things took a turn for the worst. Her father had worked for the government, creating robots that could fight enemies. These robots did well at first, fought in wars for the country so that none of their men had to. It made her father, and in turn her family, well known and even wealthier than before. But, because of his well liked status and ability to create these war machines, when the aliens first become known to the public, her father was one of the first people to be hunted down. She had been with her father, both her mother and twin brother having been out for a mother-son day when the attack happened. She remembered being so frightened, begging her father to go find her mother and Toni, yet her father told her that going to look for her would put all of them in danger, as her mother would be marked for a traitor by her people, along with all the other human sympathizers. Her mother would be doing all she could to keep herself and Toni out of harms way and to keep the Lunairans from finding them. It was her father's job to do the same with Evelynia.

Her father took her away from their home, where they met with her uncle on her father's side, an old military buff. Together the three of them left off, heading toward somewhere. Her father said he knew a safe place to go, somewhere a few states away.

They never made it far. The Lunairan scouts found them during a stop for supplies, corning them. Though the two men were able to fight them off and kill them, one had managed to shoot and wound her father in a deadly fashion. Hours later, her father passed away and it was just she and her uncle. Her uncle had no idea where this place was that her father was taking them, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. They kept moving, Evelynia staying with her uncle as everything went to hell. At some point, her father ahd stopped them and had left for a couple of weeks to go searching for other survivors, leaving her to stay hidden with their supplies. Yet, the curious young girl left the hideaway, where she found a crashed Lunairan ship. The child, curious about the craft built by her mother's people, approached. Finding the body of a dead Lunairan woman and the body of a child her age. At first she had thought the boy to be dead, yet after seeing him move, she brought him back to her hideaway.

There, she helped him get back to health and befriended the lad. The two played together and talked. She even went as far as to, in a silly little girl way, promise him that she was going to marry him one day (though he didn't seem sure about such a claim himself). In their closeness and him finding out about her own heritage, he told her he was going to bring her to the other Lunairans, so she would be safe. Yet...when they arrived, they took the boy away and shot her with a silencer. It was painful, and she thought she was dead to be honest, just as the Lunairans thought she was. But, they were all wrong. She woke up hours later and returned to her hideaway, staying there alone until her uncle returned.

Everything went downhill for the humans from that horrible day that the first invasion happened. Many humans were killed and Lunairans, in order to avoid loosing many of their own, they, instead of killing the remaining humans directly, had a sickness spread throughout the planet and left temporarily on their ship, letting the disease take over and do their dirty work for them. This disease, if it did not kill the humans, would turn them into...something else. A being that was blind, but instead was lead by its sense of hearing. Though very few humans and animals that caught the disease turned into these beasts, they were still a huge danger and something to avoid if possible.

For years, her uncle kept them safe and hidden, and somehow he managed to not catch the disease for a long while. He would go out and gather supplies for them. For a long time he was doing well. But, it was when she was 14, that Evelynia began to notice her uncle weakening. He was growing older, and thus had a more weaker immune system. Then, one day, after going out for supplies, her uncle came crawling back into their secret hide away, dying from sickness. Within the next few days, he suffered greatly. He realized the suffering would only grow and the disease would take much longer for him to die, he asked her to shoot him and she refused at first. Days later though, when her uncle began to show signs of not dying, but instead turning into one of those horrible beasts. He begged again for her to end him, and though she didn't want to, she knew it was best for him and so, the fourteen year old innocent girl was forced to kill the last human she would ever be close to.

For the next few years, Evelynia had somehow managed to keep herself alive since her uncle's death, and thanks to her being able to move fast and the fact she can out smart the remaining humans and savage beasts, she has kept out of deaths grip. And now, years after the aliens came and with all other humans besides herself dead and gone, the aliens are returning.

[User]
This Lunairan was at least smart enough to not show fear. Not that such a thing mattered. Even if he begged and feared for his life, it wouldn't change a thing. Sooner or later, he was going to die. She just needed to decide if she could use him first. After all, he surely had much information that she could use to protect herself. She just had to figure out that information and then get rid of him. It wouldn't be too hard. After all, he was her prisoner now and had no weapons. What was the worse that he could do?

At his command to release her, she gave a laugh, standing up from her seat and strutting over to stand just a few feet in front of him, arms crossed over her chest, "Oh really? You'll contact the others? I'm shaking in my boots." She bent down, getting close. Not close enough for him to reach out and grab her, but enough to taunt him, "I know Lunairans far better than you might think. You wouldn't contact them, and you know why? Because seeing you here, caught and a human's prisoner? That would certainly be a pathetic sight. One that would bring dishonor upon you. Besides, if a Lunairan was to have captured, do you think they would race here to free you? Risking their own people to save a pathetic solider such as yourself? They're not that stupid."

She stood and turned so her back was to him, pacing back down the aisle as she spoke these things, both pupils of her eyes, the blue and the hidden violet, expanded. There, as she spoke, she sent waves of fear into him. It was part of her own abilities. She used to use them to help her twin brother sleep when they were kids. Even once she had used it to strike fear into the neighborhood bully all those years ago, so that he was too scared to mess with any of the other kids again. And now, she used that on him, pushing onto him the feeling of fear, so that he feared the others coming here, feared this situation, and most of all, feared her.

Finally, letting her pupils go back to normal, she turned and looked to him again, raising an eyebrow, "Now, alien scum, how many soldiers are out there? And do they carry anything more deadly than these Silencers?" She asked, holding up the Silencer that she had stolen from him for him to see, waiting for the reply to her question.

[Assistant]
To Caeyin's annoyance, the human was quick to call him on his bluff. Of course, he really could call the other Lunairans for help because of the alarm system the Pilot had installed in their belts, but there was no way he was going to face the humiliation of being seen, chained to a metal pipe at the mercy of an inferior being. The other Scouts already disliked him for being different. He wasn't going to give them another reason to poke fun at him. It looked like he was just going to have to figure out how to get away on his own.

He held the human's gaze unwaveringly as she got closer to him. It was obvious that she was trying to intimidate him, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of drawing a reaction out of him. Although, he was a bit surprised to hear how much she knew about his people. He knew there had been other Lunairans who had come to the Earth before the Plague, but they wouldn't have told the humans so much about themselves. He wondered how she had acquired such information.

As she began to pace the aisle, he followed her with his eyes, not wanting to let her out of his sight for even a moment. However, as he did this, he felt a strange sensation in his chest, a tightness of sorts, that made it difficult to draw breath. He blinked, confused by the feeling. It was familiar to him. It was fear, but he didn't understand why he was feeling it so strongly all of the sudden. All he knew was that he had an intense urge to get away from the human in front of him.

He fought the urge to recoil as she turned to him again and raised his stolen Silencer, silently chiding himself for his irrational terror of this creature. At her question, he gritted his teeth and took a slow breath to calm his fraying nerves. He knew now that she had only kept him alive to use him for information. Well, he wasn't going to give her what she wanted so easily. All Lunairan soldiers underwent torture training as part of their education, and he was no exception. They were taught that there was nothing worse than giving up valuable knowledge to an enemy. So, forcing himself to ignore the rising bubble of fear in his chest, he tilted his chin up at her in a sneer.

"You're wasting your breath," he said defiantly. "I'm not going to tell you anything."

[User]
To be honest, Evelynia would have been surprised if this Lunairan had given her information that easily. She had been expecting him to refuse. Yet, no matter how well he was hiding it, she could see past those 'steel nerves' of his and see the fright that she successfully pushed onto him. He was frightened. He had no idea why he felt that way, not knowing it was actually her making him feel that way, but either way it was working wonders. Though he wouldn't tell her anything now, things could change. They always did. The world never stayed the same for long, nor did people. Even Lunairans. He could play all tough now, but sooner or later, he would budge. Whether it be from fear, hunger, thirst, or pain. She just had to wait him out. And if not, then she would always have the pleasure of killing this Lunairan.

She huffed and flopped down into one of the airplane seats once more, clearly unbothered by his sneer and his defiance, "Shame. I was actually planning on giving you some food for information. Guess I'll just keep it to myself then." She reached over and picking up a small container that sat beside her bed, she continued to sit in the chair and pop open the lid. Inside was just some peanuts. Not the best thing in the world, but a good source of protein and surely better than the food the Lunairans dealt with on that God forsaken ship of theirs.

"Tell you what." She mentioned finally, after plopping a handful of the nuts into her mouth and eating them, "If you feel like ever changing your mind, for every piece of information you tell me, I'll give you either food or water. Your choice of course, depending on what you need more of." She didn't expect him to jump at her offer right now. In fact, she expected another sneer and comment. Yet, she knew sooner or later, no matter what torturous training they had, he would feel the need to save his own life, one way or another. After all, what was a few secrets to a life being saved?

"Get comfortable, Lunairan. You'll be staying here for the remainder of your pathetic life."


[System]
Theme:
For Ironic Reasons

Gender:
Female

Species:
Goblin

Appearance:

Goals:
Survive

Past Life:
Orchid's life was simple. She was just an everyday girl born and raised in a rural countryside in North Carolina. Her family were farmers; they raised cattle and grew corn to sell both locally and to various food industries. It was a family business and as the eldest child, Orchid often had to do all the chores herself if her parents weren't doing it. Feeding cattle, harvesting crops, taking care of her siblings. All while balancing an education and a social life. Sufficient to say she had to make some sacrifices.

She grew big and strong, stronger than most boys and even her own father (Though it didn't help that he was growing old). She could carry a small cow, push a truck out of the mud, and haul hundred pound bags of cornmeal in a ten mile walk. She never really took care of her appearance beyond some acne problems, and physically she was healthy, but her burly muscles and general demeanor did not earn her many friends. Girls insulted her for her manly physique and guys were either intimidated or just disgusted by her lack of femininity. Orchid learned not to care; she was doing more for her family now than those kids could with their entire adult careers. Always the dutiful daughter, she did everything for her family. Even sacrificed herself for them.

It was a cold winter morning. Though it was snowing heavily, school was not out due to important tests the students had to take. Orchid was waiting at her bus stop with her two siblings who were also going to school. It was cold, but they had made sure to dress warmly. But this also meant they were sluggish and a bit slow. As they were waiting for the school bus Orchid heard it coming. But something was wrong. The bus wasn't stopping. It started to slide and in the fraction of a second she knew what was going to happen. Her school bus was going to swerve and possibly hit them. She could jump out of the way but her little siblings couldn't they would be too slow. So as the adrenaline pumped through her body she picked them both up and threw them to safety. This left her no time to save herself as the bus crashed into her. Her last memories was looking up to the sky and noting how warm the snow was.

Abilities:
Light Equipment - The use of small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items. Skill granted by birth as a Goblin.

Pacify Animal I (1.0) - You remember how to handle animals and read their body language. Through your own actions, you have a higher chance than normal of getting a hostile beast to calm down and become neutral towards you.

Stronger I (1.4) - Hauling bundles of hay and sacks of grain isn't all about size and muscle, though that certainly helps. Leverage is also a large part of strength, and you remember that. Your raw strength is increased by a minor amount.

Crafting III (3.0) - You can now craft more complex objects with a single moving part (like a flail or a wheel) more easily. Stamina usage from crafting decreased. Sub-stat Enhancements of items crafted from this point on are increased, but items previously made are still the same.

Material Analysis I (1.15) - You have developed an eye for determining the qualities of inorganic or non-living objects. At this level, you will only be able to gain surface information about an object. When used in conjunction with a crafting skill, it may help discover more compatible items.

Monster Analysis I (1.0) - Flat teeth indicate herbivore, binocular vision implies a predator or gatherer. Allows you to analyze animals and monsters, even those you've never seen before. At this rank you'll only learn basic information

Smash I (1.0) - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage!

Transformations:
Goblin

Inventory:

Raw Dire Rat Hide (Equipped)
Loincloth (Equipped)
Sharp Stone (Equipped)
Rawhide Bag (7/12) (Equipped)
* Hard Stones x2
* Goblin Bones x2
* Herbs x3

[User]
~THE OTHERWORLDLY CAVERN~

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Consciousness slowly returned to Ash as the foggy visions of the dream faded. Whatever she dreamed it had gone in nearly an instant. She had never been good at remembering dreams in the first place, even when she was human so she didn't think too much of it. Merely finding a way to try and break out of this annoying shell once more! Ugh, what was this? It was even tighter when she originally broke out of her first egg, wasn't it? Urgh, either it had gotten smaller or she had gotten larger. Judging from things, it was probably the latter.

With each waking second, focused returned and she could feel her new body. A twitch of new muscles from her shoulder blades, cramping painfully as she tried to move them. Her neck felt it too, like a bad night of sleeping. She almost didn't even notice her new tail. And just who was making that annoying racket?! Clawing her way out of this shell once more, she jabbed at it with her tail and claws as best she could, and finally her vision returned.

"Urgh, somehow that wasn't restful at all..." She wearily shook her head, shaking the sleepiness from her eyes as she crawled out of this new shell, stretching her body, blinking and gaining vision back just in time to see...Colchain running for the hills? And a goblin...? Almost immediately Ash assumed a defensive stance. It seemed like whatever this evolution thing had done both increased her stats as well as hopefully refilled her stats, so she could...wait.

"...The goblin from earlier?" Ash lowered her new wings, flapping them experimentally. "...well, this is not quite how I imagined our second meeting to go. Allow me to formally introduce myself. Ash, former human and if my hunch is correct, so are you."

How very helpful. Sometimes, system, stating the obvious was mildly infuriating.

"I'm a little upset you scared off my friend, but I suppose that's not really a issue in the grand scheme of things." Ash sighed, exhaling and shaking her head as she decided to take a seat much like a cat might, front legs holding her body up and tail curling around her body. "I am glad to see you are alright. I was concerned when I heard those fools decided to attack the goblins. I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less from former humans, resorting to violence the first chance they get." Blinking Ash cleared her throat. "...look at me rambling like the old woman I formerly was." Before she could continue however, something peculiar happened. Another system message, and a fairly important one from the looks of things.

Ash frowned. Well, she hadn't really a clue as to what any of this was but she was wholly uninterested at the moment. Perhaps she was a little curious as to what it all meant, but doing so would likely mean she had to interact with the other former humans and to be quite honest, she had no desire to do anything of the sort. In fact...what was she going to be doing from now? Violence wasn't something she liked. She wanted to avoid it. She wasn't the same as them. Like always. Always the outcast. Even the two pixies and other lizard seemed to have left her.

She could continue her original plan of finding other lizards, trying to make something with them. She'd just need to find Colchain again whilst looking out for others, especially with all this confusion going on perhaps it could be easy.

"...Hmm, I'm considering leaving this cave." Ash continued after a second of thought, mostly disregarding the system message and giving Orchid a curious head tilt, as if wanting her opinion. "I grow tired of the other humans already, aside from you and I have no desire to particularly contend or deal with them."

[Assistant]
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Ah heck yeah! New level ups!

... oh, that's not so good.

Jason grabbed the goblin's attention as he thought about what to put his stats into. There was an ability that... confused him. It was {Taboo}. What exactly did that mean? It piqued his interest as he grabbed up all of his things and ran towards Jason, dragging his pack along behind him. Whatever that message meant, Jason was probably the safest bet to be with at the moment.

"9 into Taboo, 1 into Stronger, and 2 into Rock Spire!"

He hoped that whatever was happening would result in something good occurring for him.

As the goblin ran, he couldn't help but satisfy his curiosity as he used {Tremor Sense II} to see what exactly was changing around the cave. He wouldn't get too much to see, but he could hopefully sense what was going on at that time.

Putting 9 points into {Taboo}, 1 point into {Stronger}, and 2 points into {Rock Spire}.
RUNNING LIKE HELL (using Tremor Sense II in the meantime!)

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+ {Use Light Equipment]
+ {Tremor Sense - Tier II}
+ {Soil Manipulation - Tier I}
+ {Stone Shot - Tier I}
+ <Curved Rock
TM
>
+ <Ratskin Pack
TM
>
- Mana Crystal
- <Woodland Pick
TM
>
- Rock
- Rock
- Rock
- Rock
- EMPTY
- 5 Rocks
- 3 Mana Crystals

[User]
Fortunately for Orchid the little lizard was easy to scare away. While she has no doubts she could kill it, fighting was the last thing on her mind right now. She just wanted to get out of here and form all of this madness. As she approached Orchid spotted a rather strange looking egg, or something like it, just on the ground. "Did a lizard lay this egg? I think reptiles lay eggs...." Orchid was about to go check it out when suddenly it hatched. She put her shield in front of her and got ready for a fight, only to see what was inside was not a mere lizard. But some sort of tiny-sized dragon. Was this the same one that Orchid was looking for?

Yes, yes she was. Apparently her name was Ash. Made Orchid remember she never told the lizard her name. She also deduced that Orchid was also formerly human, which the goblin nodded towards. "My name is Orchid. Formerly human... I think we all were once human in this cave. Some of us become monsters more easily than others." She says as she motions down the cave where the sound of fighting could vaguely be heard.

Also turns out that lizard was Ash's pet. Orchid couldn't really feel any regret about that; she was frankly tired of all of this fighting and just wanted to build, dammit. Still she at least tried to say something. "Sorry. It's been... Harrowing. I don't trust the goblins anymore than anyone else here, but to just attack them entirely... Ugh. At this point I don't even care what happens to them anymore." It was then that Orchid received some system messages, one telling her about her leveling up and another regarding some change to the environment. "What the hell?"

Orchid gave a quick look through the skills available, her skill points, and weighed her options. She wanted to learn fireball but frankly even if she poured all of her skill points into it, she won't be able to use it immediately if she needed to hit a 1 at the very least. There were other skills she could level up instead, simple but useful. But she needed something new. Something different. Something unexpected. So she put four points into Taboo and the rest of the three into Fireball. Next time she levels up perhaps she could put the rest of her points into it, but right now she needed a new ability. She just hoped Taboo was a good one. Aside from that, there was also some sort of change in the environment. It didn't sound like it was a major change, but she didn't like how Death became a secondary element. She didn't need to know much about to this world to wonder if zombies were going to start popping up, which they no doubt will considering how many dead bodies were around here.

Ash wanted to leave. "Same. From what I've been told, there are holes around here that are large enough to provide both illumination and ventilation in this cave. I doubt we can just go out from the cave's main entrance, we'll either run into other humans or the goblins, so we'll have to go through those holes." Orchid raised her torch into the air to see if there was any holes here they could use to climb out of. As she did so Orchid did have a few suggestions and warnings. "The things outside of this cave is stronger than the other monsters. Big animals with tougher hides and deadlier weapons. But unlike this cave, plenty of material for me to work with. I... I have a few goblins that I think might be loyal to me. Maybe with your help, I could convince them that we can all leave this cave. Maybe even seal it to keep those other pesky warmongers out of our hair." Orchid was mostly saying this out of spite, so she shook that thought aside.

"But we don't need to risk it if you don't want to. More cooks spoil the soup after all. In any case it looks like you have wings. Can you fly? Hold a torch too?"

Health - Mostly Full
Magic - Full
Stamina - Mostly Full

Skills -
Use Light Equipment (--)
Pacify Animal I (1.0)
Stronger I (1.4)
Crafting IV (4)
Material Analysis I (1.15)
Monster Analysis I (1.0)
Smash I (1.0)

Inventory -
Raw Dire Rat Hide (Equipped)
Loincloth (Equipped)
Stone Spiked Club (Good) (Stored)
Wicker Shield (Well Made) (Equipped)
Torch (Equipped)
Plant Fiber Sling (Loaded) (Equipped)
Rawhide Bag (8/12) (Equipped)
* Hard Stones x2
* Antidote Fern
* Fiber Cordage (Average)
* Bloody Garrote

Leaf Sling Bag (1/3) (Equipped to Rawhide Bag)
* Sling Stones x4


[System]
Age: 11 1/2

Personality:
 A kind, warmhearted boy, he is known for his intellect. His desire to learn Drives him, and can make him very competitive at times. Exceptionally different for someone who was a 'destined Slytherin' as they told him. Completely unlike his parents, he is modest, and actually has a heart, and wants to have fun, wants to be adventurous. But because of this, he likes to sneak around a lot, and it might cost him a few detentions. But he doesn't care, as long as the detentions involve something like the dark forest.

History:
 Callum was born to a rich family in London. While they were Purebloods, they were modest people. They lived in a decent house, in a good neighborhood, with good people. He had a good childhood, with good friends. All in all, his life was great. Until the money came in. While most would think it was great, it was different.

His parents had both gotten high positions in the Ministry, and had a constant stream of money, and lots of it. His parents had turned into rich snobs, caring about no one else, and having 'no time' for their son. He had become neglected by his parents, and now forgotten by friends, since he moved, to a huge mansion, in a rich part of London. They wanted him to live up to their expectations. To act like he should, dress like he should, to be normal. But this was far, far from normal. He was being micromanaged, and that's when he got his letter for Hogwarts. A chance to be free, to be nothing like them, to have friends again.

Now that he had gotten an invitation to Hogwarts, his parents started to notice him more. They bought the stuff he needed, actually talked to him, and even got him a pet. Callum's life had started to look up.

Blood Type:
 Pure Blood

Wand:
 11 1/2 inch, Dark Oak, Dragon Heartstring

Ignore the little cross marks

Pet:
Ghost, a Siberian Husky. Although it is part dog, it is 80% wolf. Ghost was named because of the fact that his coat of fur changes, white in the winter, blending him in perfectly. Ghost was a baby when he met Cal, and they have a strong bond because of being with each other for three years. Ghost will do anything to protect Cal, and Cal will do anything to protect Ghost.

[User]
Bishop tensed up at the sound of his own name, "I'm fine, do you think the teachers dealt with whatever was going on?" He sat back in his seat but moved away from the window, he clearly thought that it wasn't over yet. Bishop locked his knuckles and looked down at his hands, trying to calm his nerves. He pressed his thumbs together and took in a shaky breath. He wondered if the attack on the train would mess up anything at the school, or that they might be late. Bishop began worrying about the possibility of getting kicked out of Hogwarts before he even set foot in the building.
What if I'm late because of this and then they won't think I'm good enough to be a wizard? What if they think this is all my fault because of my past? Different scenarios went through his head, scaring him even more than the thought of being murdered by a deatheater. Before he knew it, Bishop was shaking all over again. He didn't want to go back to the train yard scrounging for scraps, he didn't want every little thing to remind him of his dead brother, and he especially didn't want to go back to fending for himself.

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@SouffleGirl123 @Weird Tales @BlackPanther @Dutchess Sarah
Jay watches the others but then freezes getting a bad feeling. He slowly takes out his wand as jewel hisses. he doesn't like this feeling, not at all.
Then, the lights go out. Jay doesn't panic, instead he tries to do a luminous spell. He feels frustration well up as he cant remember how to say it correctly. He takes a deep breath and decides to remain in darkness. He slowly turns to face the doorway and whatever may happen next. Of course, he wasn't expecting what happened. He wasn't expecting a dea theater woman. And he definitly wasn't expecting to be hit with a spell. This causes jewel to react, she coils up hissing loudly her jaws open wide showing large fangs.
And then, it was all over. Jay shakes his head and picks up jewel trying to get her to calm down. Then before to the other side of Brynn seeing if she is okay.

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@Weird Tales @BlackPanther @Dutchess Sarah
Brynn stared at them dumfounded. They weren't dead and they were worried about her. That was it, before she could stop then tears began making their way down her face. The whole experience was just too much to take in all at once.

"you're all alive?  She questioned in disbelief. To her it was some sort of mirical that they weren't hurt at all. She wiped her face off with her sweater sleeve, drying her tears before answering anyone. "I'm fine, really," Brynn said though she didn't know if that was entirely true. Aside from being confused and scared she was perfectly alright so it wasn't a lie.

She had no idea what a 'death eater' was but it sounded dumb. Who would think death sounded apatizing and what would they want with magic children. What would they want with her? She was nobody important, she didn't even know anyone important. She didn't even know how they could've gotten on the train or who they, the death eaters, even were.

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Watching her friend get dragged off like that, having to watch without being able to interfere, had scared Lavender. She had understood that Magic could be dangerous, when messed with. Her parents had made that abundently clear. But the dangers from those who used Magic to hurt others was something she had not considered before. The thought had frozen her in place, even after McGonnagal had lifted the spell.

Brynn's tears melted the remaining fear away, and Lavender realized that in giving it her all at Hogwarts, she could learn to defend herself and others against these Death Eaters. If anything else, this experience made her more determined to learn to master her powers and overcome her fear of her Magical life. She shook her head, almost as if she was shaking off the remainder of the stunning spell, and put an arm around Brynn's shoulders. "We're all fine, Brynn. Are you sure you are okay?"

Lavender looked at the faces surrounding her and realized she was not the only one who had been shaken up by this experience. "A little shaken up perhaps. It was scary, watching her drag you off like that and not being able to move a muscle. What did they want with you, anyway?" Lavender realised what she had said and blushed. "Oh, Gosh, I didn't mean it to come out like that... It's just that you seem like such a nice, innocent girl, and I can't understand why they targeted you."
She realized she wasn't helping herself and looked at the others for help.

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Karen closed her eyes to think. In all probability, the danger had now passed. "Yes, I think the teachers have seen to it already." Her pale little face scrunched up as she recalled her earlier failure. Once again, she reminded herself that she would never again let herself be conquered by fear. "I'm sure that we're all . . . safe now."

 Her words died down as she caught sight of Bishop, shaking more than ever. He looked frightened, and a panicked look had rooted itself in his eyes. Karen was at a loss for what to do. She had never encountered a situation like this before. It occurred to her that she might comfort him, but she didn't know how. She wasn't used to being the comforter, rather than the comforted. All the same, she would not allow herself to be inactive. Doing the first thing that came into her head, Karen stood up and switched seats, sitting besides Bishop. Once there she paused - her father had done this with her whenever she was sad, but she didn't know if it would help.

 She reached out her hand and patted Bishops head silently. Wordlessly, she stared Bishop in the eyes, unwavering and determined, all the while ruffling his hair.

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Charlyn Janel Avalon was shaking with her whole body. Only with force she got her teeth to stop banging against each other while her jaw went crazy in fear.

The danger was over. Or so it seemed. The dark wizards and witches seemed to have left and none of them even cared about her.

Charlie took a look at her great horned owl Rascal and he blinked at her. She smiled reassuringly. "We're not afraid. We're fine."

But she was afraid. She didn't even get to school yet and already something dangerous has happened. Her father will explode when he reads that in the daily prophet. He will probably command her to come home right now.

"I hope everything goes smooth now, Rascal. And maybe we can meet some friends. Learn some new things." Besides having still a little fear in her stomach she got excited for the year to start. Most of all, she was excited for the sorting hat to sort her into a house. She's played the moment with several old hats in her room when she was little. It's always been another house depending on her mood.

Charlyn smiled big. Her father told her a lot about the sorting hat because she wouldn't stop asking how things worked. She was so excited to see this famous hat herself.

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Once Bishop felt Karen's hand on his head he couldn't help but smile.
"Is it really that obvious?" he asked, still looking down at his hands. "Or is this something you do with all your friends?" Bishop looked at Karen, less panicked but still anxious about God knows what. Veil popped her small head from out of Bishop's pocket, curious as to why he moved around so much. Bishop glanced away and focused his attention to the window, unsure of what else to say that wouldn't make him out to be a fool, although his actions have proved him foolish enough, at least, he thought that they did.

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Terrance Neston

When the lights go out, Terrance is just a fraction of a second behind Cal in his own Lumos spell, looking outside through the other side of the door window. He looks just long enough to see the shadowy figures running around before he promptly steps back to the other side of the car, wand raised at the door. He didn't actually think he would be able to stand a chance against a real wizard...but hey, it was all he could really do...and his dad had taught him a shielding spell, so why not? Before long though, he sees a flash of red light through the window and hears someone walking briskly past. "Well, I'll give you one guess as to who might be attacking the Hogwarts Express...right after a related news article...for reasons beyond my comprehension...I do hope they aren't here for rich students' pocket money."

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"I do not know - I've never had any friends before; you are my first, but it is obvious," confirmed Karen. She saw no reason to be dishonest, for there was nothing wrong with feeling fear. She did not understand its gravity before, but now she did. Fear was not a sin, but Karen knew that giving in to it was, and she was the one who had given in first. "You acted admirably there. You have nothing to be ashamed of." She spoke the truth as she saw it, meaning every word and hoping that Bishop understood that she was not just patronizing him.

 Retracting her arm, Karen made her way back to her seat on the opposite side, as calmly as ever. She loosed a deep sigh and rested her head on the compartment walls, feeling drained all of a sudden. Once the fear and anger were gone from her system, she realized just how stressed she was, and how tired that had made her.

 Karen yawned "A favor, Bishop. I believe I am tired so . . .please wake me up once we . . . near . . . the castle." She trailed off, succumbing to sleep finally.

[Assistant] Bishop laid down on the seats as he quietly said he would wake Karen when they arrived. Her actions had made him a feel a little better, but he also felt as tired as Karen looked. He looked at the wall while he waited, unsure of what to do next. Bishop tried to distract himself by playing with a rubber band he found in his pocket, but it didn't entertain him as much as he wanted.

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"I don't think they were here for pocket money." The train was moving again, but the rain did not lift, and the gloomy demeanor that the sky was fighting to let go of, did not go away. The rain pounded down harder than ever, and the trained rocked uneasily as it sped along the tracks, but held itself steady at sharp turns and forced itself from not going over the edges of cliffs as it went.

After around two hours a woman came along telling the students to change into robes. They were almost at their destination, Hogwarts. The students began to grow more anxious as the Castle came into view, the bright lights illuminating the dark, gloomy lake that it towered over. The trained puffed along into Hogsmeade Station, where it came to a halt. The Second Years and up went to a separate pathway, while the first years were sent along a main pathway to a dock, were boats with hanging lanterns waited for them. A gigantic man stood waiting for them on the docks. He had a massive gray beard as well as a mass of grey hair that sat upon his head, resembling a bird's nest.

"C'mon now firs' years! Hurry 'long now!" He called out to the oncoming students, guesturing to the boats. The first years piled in the boats. They were crammed enough with only two people, but when three and four had to be packed in, the boats seemed about ready to capsize. Somehow they made it across the lake, and into the warm, dry castle. They were led into a hall where the headmistress left them for preparations, leaving them to talk.

Cal looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of Terrance.


[System]
Occupation: Exile, Traveller, and a Court Wizard from time to time.

Race: Altmer

Class: Mage (Destruction, Conjuration, Thaumaturgy, Alteration)

Gender: Male

Age: 102 (Elves can naturally love from 200-300. It has also been known for powerful wizards to live even longer)

Attitude: Once rash and arrogant, when Keldir was a young man he saw everyone as a inferior, unable to match him in the arcane, he especially looked on those who were not the same race as himself with the greatest disdain. But through his travels and exposure to the new lands and people he has become more tolerant to new ideas and customs. Furthermore he has even become a little friendlier albeit still reserved, often too deep in thought to focus on the happenings around him. Despite his travels, however he still thinks most people are dimwitted fools incapable of appreciating the world of the arcane.

Hair Color/Style: Blonde, long and flowing

Eye Color: Purple

Height: 6'0

Weight: 130 lbs

Weapons: Staff of Storm Atronach, Magic
Items: Boots of Fortify Health, Hood and Robes of Magika Regeneration, Ring of Fortify Magika, Amulet if Forify Magika

Interesting facts/bio: Keldir had always shown a affinity for the arcane but he was always drawn to the forrbidden and sometimes lost schools of Magicka, usually for good reason. It was not long before He found himself dabbling in ancient arts long forgotten by society. He locked himself in his study and with each day passing his power grew. Rumours began to spread about the strange lights and sounds coming from Keldirs study and soon enough he was being investigated by the authorities. The investigators easily managed to uncover the forbidden magics he was practicing as the unexpecting Keldir had not hidden his work. With a few strings pulled by the few family members who still stood by him Keldir only had to spend a few days in prison and was granted exile.

Since then he has roamed the continent, working in the courts of several kings but never staying for long as his thirst for knowledge always drives him on.

While he has been in Exile the Thalmor have come to power in Summerset and they have begun to recruit exiles who wronged society and were once renowned in their chosen school. It will not be long before they find Keldir

Cheese for everyone! Or at least those who can match Keldir in skill.

[User] "Ah. My thanks. I'll take this in account for the bargaining. Now, onto the goods themselves. The 'research material' might not be viable on the market. The ride to Vvardenfel means those will probably be Bosmer leftovers by the time we make it to port. The rest interests me more. There's a bunch of newly rich men in Vvardenfel who are sick of ash yams and saltrice and swaddling themselves in layers of linen to keep warm in the more dusty and desolate regions. They could use some furs and Nordic wines and real, red blooded meat rather than the pickings of some beetle. Jewelry will always sell, and the father we get it from Skyrim the better I'm able to price it considering the circumstances. Now, if you're screwing me you're not moving any goods out of Falkreath until the next Era, so if you have any goods that may not be up to snuff I'd ask that you point them out to me. Then we can get to work. It's too damn cold to be standing around out here anyways," Walks-In-Light noted, lightly ruffling through the takings through a gloved hand. Canis looked on with interest and perhaps mild revulsion, the dead bodies not being an olfactory pleasure for anyone involved. The crewman correctly stood a good distance back and attempted to listen to as little as possible.

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It had only taken the barmaiden a few seconds to completely mix the strong liquid, and Vaynce accepted it with a large, calloused hand, the large mug feeling cold against his naturally warm skin. The sound of the tavern's door opening caused him to glance over with only his eyes, his head still facing the counter as his abnormally strong nose sucked in the scent of the burning fire whiskey. An Orc in commendable armor walked in with what appeared to be a regular Breton merchant. Probably a sell-sword, the Orc was. He appeared competent and strong enough for the job, and his hardy armor and rough form would shade him away from the cold winter. Satisfied with his observation, Vaynce returned his gaze to his cup.

"'Scuse me lass," A snivelly, yet deep voice croaked nearby. A drunken man - A Nord, most-likely - had stumbled into the tavern, and immediately was fixed on the rather attractive barmaiden. The man was tall and bulky, like quite a lot of his race, and had fiery red hair and a salt-and-pepper beard; putting him around his mid to late 30s. An iron war-axe was strapped to his side, and otherwise, he wore a regular green tunic, pants, and a furred coat that looked to be made of goat-hide. A regular worker or miner. "Can you be gettin' me som' of 'at fiiiiine ale?" As he spoke, the man had collapsed onto the chair beside Vaynce, some of his bulk leaning against the quiet Werewolf. Ignoring the feeling of anger, Vaynce merely returned to his drink, although his ears were now on the conversation.

"Y-Yes, sir." Mildred murmured shyly, barely contained disgust in her warm honey irises. It was obvious that the drunken man had been eyeing her rather exposed cleavage as he said those words, and she knew what he was talking about. Vaynce hated men like that; perverse men that had nothing to do but to get drunk and bother other people. He took another gulp of his whiskey, loving how it burned all the way down into the pit of his gut. Good stuff. "So, what's yer name, stranger?" Damn it. Vaynce didn't respond, opting to simply sit his mug down and stare into the amber liquid. Don't get mad. Don't get mad. Of course, the Wolf inside of him was howling, and Vaynce needed the stress relief before leaving Winterhold. A fist-fight would do him good.

"Yer not going to tell me yer name?!" The drunken man slammed his hairy fist down near his whiskey, sending the mug falling onto the warm wooden floor. Vaynce calmly took off his gauntlets. The man had one more time, before actually beating his ass would be justified, and wouldn't get him in trouble with the law. He didn't really feel like cutting down good men today. The barmaiden, apparently knowing where this was going, sat down the mug of ale with a small smile and wink. Good. Embry, as expected, grabbed the mug and tried to throw the cold liquid in Vaynce's face...as expected. His fists now bare, Vaynce lashed his wrist upwards, slamming it into the mug before it could tip over. It went flying into the fire, sending a gout of flame into the air, and also alerting Fang - whom promptly stood up on two feet, towering over some of the occupants near him. It roared, as Embry took a step back and readied his fists. "Let's go, wise guy!"

Vaynce still hadn't talked.

Smoothly standing, the Slayer immediately blasted forward with a haymaker that sent Embry flying back with a broken, bloodied nose and lip - but, Vaynce grabbed him by the neck before he could fall onto the Orc and Breton duo that had just entered. With brutal ease, he swung Embry over-head, slamming the slightly shorter Nord deep into the wooden floor. Eat those splinters. The Slayer bent down.

"Name's Vaynce." He growled lowly, into Embry's ear, so that only Embry and anyone nearby could hear. A pained groan accompanied his name reveal. With a disgusted snort, Vaynce sat back down at the bar, giving the barmaiden a head incline and an apologetic grimace. "A few septims for the trouble." Vaynce spoke quietly, lying a hefty pouch down on the counter. With a smile and a 'Thank You', Mildred skipped off to help other customers.

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She seemed as if she paid no mind at all to the squabble behind her, which ended just as swift as it began with a few heavy blows, yet it wasn't easy to ignore a typical bar-room tussle as this. When at first the drunken braggart did swagger and sway about the lowly tavern, Tarja was already anticipating a fight to commence, one hand casually rested upon the table clutched around her tankard of spiced ale while the other was discreetly yet vigilantly held over her steel dagger, should she have to draw it and give it a quick plunge into the bastard Nord's neck. Luckily, no violence had to follow from the Forsworn woman, because if it were her having to join the fray, that drunken buffoon would be bleeding from more than a busted nose and mouth. With a gruff sigh, she merely scowled to herself thinking of what a fool the Nord made of his self in front of everyone, yet a smirk at how the other dealt with him, so brash, so brutal and unrestrained...well slightly restrained actually. A common attitude of someone carrying...wolfblood in their veins. Tarja sighed again and downed the last of her ale, clattering her tankard against the stout, pinewood table, which garnered the attention of the barmaid Mildred.

"Can I get you anything else, lass?", with a sweet chime she asked the Forsworn. Tarja only glanced at her with a pair of hardened eyes, empty eyes practically void of any emotion at all, and shook her head quietly before Mildred gathered her tankard and whisked herself away feeling a tad nervous of the slightly taller woman. She stood from her table giving a stretch and cracking a few bones in her neck before turning around, inadvertently facing the victor of the brawl. Vaynce was his name, as given roughly by his own voice to the drunk left bleeding and out cold on the wooden floors of the tavern, small plits of red here and there from where his teeth were caved in on the spruce planks. Tarja looked at him for a moment, shaping him up it seemed. He was a burly lad for sure, a physique worthy of Ysmir himself, yet Tarja could sense, even feel from a few paces away the ferocity oozing from his pores in such a foreboding aura, well...foreboding to some.

Then, just for once did the woman's lips part, and soon she spoke, low, almost inaudible, and with a heaviness to her voice, "You fight with the strength of Ysgramor, Companion." He outed himself to the woman, easy to tell he was of the Companions. Tarja only knew of them from her travels of Skyrim, having stopped in Whiterun for a night of rest and hearing from Hulda of the Bannered Mare of the mighty Companions and their Harbinger, a powerful and noble warrior. Jorrvaskr where they made their home, the mead hall atop the hill of stone leading to the Skyforge, where the fires blazed hotter than the steam billows of the Rift. Yet, what she also heard was talk of how the Silver Hand once led an attack on Jorrvaskr, claiming the life of the former Harbinger, a Kodlak Whitemane. From there, Tarja just put two and two together. Only a particular reason they'd gain the ire of those worthless buffoons with their fancy swords.

Tarja sat beside Vaynce at the bar, her eyes forward with a distant gaze elsewhere while she spoke, "Wasn't expecting to run into the finest warriors of Whiterun here in Winterhold. Long way from home, aren't you?"

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A strong blizzard was sweeping through the frozen forests of the north just outside of Winterhold, something Keldir had forced himself to try to get used t through his travels but had never managed to get over it, so being in the harshest place in skyrim during a blizzard was not the most pleasant experience for Keldir.

"Damm this frozen waste" Keldir said to himself as he pulled his hood down even further while trying to navigate through the icy wind and ground deep with snow "If there are no books worth my time here im going to sink the rest of that dammed town into the sea" he said bitterly for the last few years he had not come across any books worth his time which only added to his irratble state as he thought about it as he marched on.

After a few more hours of trekking through the snow, Keldir saw a stream of blue light coming out of the ground, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him at first but sure enough as he got closer he saw the great stone beast that was supposedly the College of Winterhold, the only reason to come to Skyrim and even then it wasnt a very good one. Keldir marched further down the hill towards the town until he reached the gates of the College. A young elven woman greeted him and after explaining for what he had come for and a rather grandioese display of magic, Keldir breathed a sigh of relief as he was allowed in.

Keldir, now unsure where to go exactly as the elven woman had given him no directions, looked around for someone to give him some. Keldir spotted a young man sitting in the courtyard and approached him "Greetings, would you be able to give me directions by any chance?"