[System]
Username: Amaterasu
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Japan
Role: Varia Member, Rain Guardian Candidate
Flame: Rain
Weapon/Fighting Style: Katana (Primary), Revolver (Secondary)
Appearance:

Personality:
Due to his childhood which was devoid of anything an "average" child would have, Ren grew up to be an indifferent, distant, and cold individual who will not speak unless necessary, most of the time. He would devote himself to whatever mission he was given in a hard working manner even if he may be indifferent towards a lot of things, since his missions were always his top priority. Despite all this, what manages to get the most reaction out of him is if his real name, Rentarou, is mentioned to his face in which he will either threaten to cut or shoot you if done again. Reaction may vary depending on who says it.

History:
Being born to the status of heir to the yakuza family, Kanesada Group, Ren's life was filled with hardships ever since he was a mere young boy. His mother's passing in his early years did not make his life any less difficult, and because of her dying words, "Please grow up to be a boy your father and I will be proud of...", his only inspiration and reason for living was to please his father for the sake of his mother's dying wish.

The harsh training in the ways of the katana and gun shooting was too strenuous for the young boy to handle but failure was not easily forgiven, regardless of his age. Punishments were given in a form of verbal assaults from his father or sometimes even worse, physical punishments. Due to this, he earns a trauma of displeasing his father or his superiors, where he has a mental breakdown and other side effects depending on how severe the disappointment or punishment.

Growing up in such a harsh environment and with great pressure to inherit the yakuza family, he has abandoned any sort of sentiment, except with few exemptions like his dear mother, which made his future tasks easier. No room for guilt or conscience upon murders and sabotage of destructive families, Ren has started to finally become a young man worthy for the title of heir of Kanesada Group.

Missions after missions being done for the sake of the Kanesada Group, word of Ren, the young heir to a yakuza family, has begun to circulate among the Vongola family, one of the Kanesada Group's alliance in Japan, as one of the hopeful candidate of becoming a mafioso. The word traveled through gossips and casual conversations among mafioso until it reached the ear of the Varia member recruitment scout.

Ren's father, pleased by hearing that his son could be of an asset to Varia, the assassination squad for the influential and powerful Vongola family, had given his approval of having his son under the wing of Varia to earn further experience before inheriting the Kanesada Group. Ren, being obedient to the orders of his father, agreed to become a part of Varia with no objections and thus started his life as a mafioso.

Other
Hobbies: Checking and maintaining of his weapons, target shooting, sword to sword sparring, reading books for knowledge gaining, shogi (Japanese form of chess) for strategic skill improvement, shodo (Japanese calligraphy), and feeding street cats.

Likes: Peaceful environment, old fashioned Japanese things like shogi, shodo, kimono and such, and cats.

Dislikes: Being called "Rentarou", father/superiors being displeased with his performance, unable to accomplish his given task/s, people being persistent or nagging about his behavior/personality especially if people point out his jiji (old geezer) like character and taste.

[User]
During The Summer Festival

Asuka chuckled lightly as each of his comments before he finished in a more formal manner. "Please. Call me Asuka, Hide-chan." She giggled lightly. "After all, you truly are much more disgusting when you treat me so kindly and act so formal." She said something so mean with such a sweet smile. In truth it was easier to get along with hideaki when the young male wasn't putting on this charade. Still, she shook her head.

"Oh!" She smiled as she turned away to set up a few ready bananas and rice balls. "Luca! Yuki!" She called rather loudly over the crowd to her two friends and helped. "Come over here! Hide-Chan and I are already set up and ready to begin." Truly this was good. People were even coming over to begin buying. Which Asuka happily sold to. Three bananas and two rice balls so far. It already looked like things were going to turn out well. She would have Luca help with sales and Yuki help making the Rice balls and bananas with Hideaki. This way she wouldn't have to worry about socializing with anyone other than those in the booth. Plus Luca was cute. Cuteness sold. With her and Luca it would be great!

[Assistant]
Luca turned hearing Yuki's voice and have her a bashful smile. "Sorry, yukatas aren't really my thing..." After looking over the snowy haired girl he averted his gaze and blushed slightly. "Y-You look really nice though~" He was glad she asked about the booth. The change of subject was surely needed our there might be a repeat of the afternoon's events. "Actually, I have no idea where it is. Though knowing the president probably snagged the best spot long before anyone else could." As if on cue he heard Asuka's voice over the crowd. Locating the source he saw the booth along with the president waving them over.

They made their way through to the booth. Noticing the other person working on the bananas and rice balls, Luca didn't expect to see the Archery Club captain here. Most of Namimori middle admired Hideaki. He was an ace archer, a model student and as far as Luca's heard a friendly person. Of course he's not lacking in looks either as evidenced by squeals from girls when he's mentioned in conversation. Even with all that Luca didn't feel like he knew anything about the bespectacled archer. And not just because they've never really spoken to one another. Meanwhile Asuka had that cunning look in her eye that she often had and Luca couldn't help but gulp feeling it had something to do with him. "Let's get started I guess." He said with a meek smile.

[User]
Yuki may have retained her stoic expression but her face was bright red with embarrassment as Luca mentioned she looked nice, her mouth was unable to form words for a few moments before changing the subject at hand and making their way to try and find the booth. Unlike when there were others around Luca could render her defenseless like that pretty easily. Not that she disliked it but thankfully she had calmed herself down and with the greeting from the president returned her to her normal disposition.

"Yo"

She gave a small wave as they walked up, it was a nice sized booth, though did it really need all four of them to run it? Giving Luca a reassuring pat on the back Yuki made her way over to help in the creation, putting on some gloves of course. Looking over to Hideaki she gave a small nod in greeting. She had seen him more than a few times when she had been going around all the clubs over the past month, though leg based sports were more her thing.

As Yuki started to work on the rice balls she got a rather evil idea "I didn't know that this was a double date." she said in a dry tone, intending to imply that their president had brought her boyfriend along. She could not help but sneak at least one or two rice balls for herself to eat later, payment so to speak given that she was basically doing this for free, and a nice spot to watch the fireworks.

[Assistant]
While making his way through the merry making crowd, Ren's eyes behind the mask briefly scanned through the area for any suspicious figure. None caught his attention so far, or at least, none that were suspicious by appearance. Laughter of lively children, clacking of wooden sandals against the pavement, chatters between chummy acquaintances, sizzling of a yakisoba grill, yells of merchants advertising their respective stalls; such were the sounds his ears caught at the area. This current area was clear of danger for now, hopefully the figure he was in search of would be in a safe area as well. The raven haired male slightly adjusts his fox mask in place while continuing his search.

It took quite a while of walking till a particular stall was in sight, a professional looking food stall like any other ones he had seen tonight but the only difference was the figure who resembled the picture of the blond Vongola candidate. To make sure it was the boy he had been pursuing after, Ren decided to make a purchase from the stall as a reason to confirm that the appearance indeed resembled the boss candidate. After the last customers left their stall with a stick of chocolate banana for each, the masked male approaches the stall and hands over quite an amount of money to the similarly raven haired female and utters in a quiet tone, "...... I will purchase 20 pieces of rice balls."

The front of the stall clearly lacked a couple of rice balls for his order to be complete, which he hoped would cause the female to leave temporarily so Ren may properly inspect the light haired male while he waited. It was no problem if she didn't do so, at least a careful glance could suffice.

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With Luca and Yuki there, things really began. Customers were coming. Some young guys and girls, guys and girls their age, middle age women. A few of the older women would coo and pinch Luca's cheeks. Asuka couldn't help but giggle at that. The added attractiveness and cute factor did the trick alright. Older gentlemen didn't really come by. Asuka wouldn't have like that anyway. Middle aged men. She shuddered at the thought. Although, some guys and girls just a bit older, maybe in university, came by here and there. That was fun. Most were on dates so there wasn't flirting or anything like that. Not that it would have been appropriate or enjoyable. But they had a certain air about them. Everyone did! The festival was going well.

Still, Yuki's comment nearly made Asuka drop a whole batch of freshly made Chocolate covered bananas. She managed to save it and set it down, but it was still there. She glanced back. "Yuki. Please... Don't ever try and say something like that again. Even as a joke." It seemed that comment was an insult, no, a wound, fatal, struck deep into her heart. She was smiling, sure, but even the smile was nothing less than murderous. That was the severity of how she took even the simple idea or misunderstanding of any kind to relationship with Hideaki.

With that she turned back to the front of the stall just in time to be met with a young masked man already back to her normal cheerful demeanor. "Ah~ Of course." She looked down as she took the money to put it in the box and took out some to return the change. But... They were short. No matter, Hideaki and Yuki would likely bring some soon. It wasn't something that needed to be worried about. "Just a moment please." She gave a slight bow. Luckily there was a freshly finished tray beside Hideaki. Say what you wanted, he did work efficiently. But this meant she was only gone for about thirty seconds. It wasn't a big booth after all. "Here you go." She said placed a small box, she had them under the counter for larger orders like this, in front of Ren.

"Oh and that's quite a lovely mask, if you don't mind me saying." The fox motif was what she liked. But she hadn't had time to pick one up. All she had was a cat themed one given to her by some guy. He did it often. Little things like this. He had a crush, but he was also a jerk. She sighed. "I don't suppose you would want to trade." She gave a small laugh holding up her own mask. Though, in her mind, it was a long shot.

[Assistant]
As the lady who was about to serve him his orders inevitably turned her back to fetch the rest of the lacking items, the fox masked male turned his face towards the blond male attendant. Azure orbs behind the mask intently gazed at him for a good couple of seconds in silence before the female attendant came back with his orders. 'He is the one...', Ren thought to himself, his mental image of the Vongola boss candidate clearly matching with the boy in front of him. As the box of rice balls were handed over to him, he mumbled a soft "... Thank you." He decided to hand them over to one of his men later for safekeeping, as well as distributing them to the others who were famished since he himself had no desire to eat and it was awkward to, half his face hidden while he would bite on a rice ball.

Just when the raven haired male was about to leave with his purchased goods, Asuka's compliment for his mask stopped him in his tracks. A nod of acknowledgment was given in return, he thought it unnecessary to reply back to the compliment. He supposed the fox mask was at least suitable to him but not exactly his tastes. Just when he thought he'd be released from the conversation, his eyes widened at what the female attendant flashed before him. A cat mask. "..........!" Ren's attention was piqued by the sudden appearance of the cat mask, its attractiveness and simplicity drawing him into agreeing to the mask trade. But was it the appropriate time for him to uncover his concealed face? Or was he willing to let this chance pass by and go on without possibly ever finding another cat mask in the festival? He thought for a moment, and a decision was made.

"......... Very well. I consent to the trade." With that, he lowered his mask, revealing the face of the young Kanesada heir. His gaze averted to the side as his arm stretched out with the fox mask in his hand.


[System]
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Physical Description:
Gray stands at 5'11. He is broad-shouldered and lanky, his advantage against his enemies is obviously not brute strength yet he has exercised thoroughly to try to make up some of the difference if he ever has to get that close. He has a long face and a pointed chin and hazel eyes, characteristics that seems to run in his family. His hair color is dark brown and he has mutton chops and doesn't bother to manage his hair so it stands pretty unkempt. He keeps it just short enough in the front that it won't become a problem in combat.

Talents:
Creative Combatant - Gray is a very experienced killer and it comes mainly from his ability to think on his feet and react quickly. Even without weapons on his person he can figure out ways to kill something by using his environment and playing dirty. He certainly doesn't hold back on the playing dirty part which might irk off those noble vampires or whatever the hell else thinks they have some kind of fair fighting spirit in combat. It's always life or death and Gray doesn't plan on being the one dying.

Broad Monster Knowledge - Gray knows how to kill all the common creeps. Werewolves, vampires, zombies(Those are the easy ones), etc. It comes from a personal history of doing just that. If he can't kill it he'll get away and study for some way to do so. After all, his hefty pay check rides on this important task.

Extensive Arms Experience - Gray is both a military veteran and an arms enthusiast. As such he has both experience and extensive practice with firearms. Having talent and practice make him a very accurate shot with long weapons in particular.

History:
Killing monsters runs in the family and family is what really matters. Gray grew up with values, often unapparent to others, that keep him from going too far in the field. He grew up with several brothers and a sister and for the earliest part of his life had no idea what his family really did. They sheltered him from it until he was ready to know the truth. That truth didn't come until it was nearly too late.

Gray joined the military. He was in the army on tour in the middle east when he encountered his first taste of the supernatural world. They seemed like normal middle-eastern villagers. Lured into their village on their patrol, Gray's team didn't pose a very good chance. They had the resilience and constitution of ghouls. Meaning they wouldn't go down without a good headshot or leg shot. Most of his team was felled by their inhuman stamina with mere farm tools. Their adversary was quick and dangerous but he had and the remainder of his squad had the resolve to survive. It wasn't until later that he understood what they were. They weren't undead. They were the "blessed warriors" of a demonic duke known as Abigor that had been piggybacking on wars and feeding off of them since iron was used as a weapon. It made sense why he'd be making his rounds in the most war torn nation in the world.

On his return to the States Gray reunited with his family. Upon hearing his experience they began to explain to him the finer parts of their history. The Conover's have been killing monsters for nearly two-hundred years. Gray had a legacy he was willing to uphold.

Unfortunately that legacy was difficult to acquire with the councils of creatures banded together throughout the world. With the councils keeping everything in check his family didn't indulge in hunting so much anymore. The councils were a necessary evil but they were still monsters and Gray couldn't personally trust them to keep things steady. He needed a group that would let him bypass getting a hit on his head by an organization that vastly overpowered him. It took a while and he took up jobs killing rogue beasts in the process which the council overlooked because of the nature of the cases. He wasn't that good at first. Not many people are. The evil monsters that let themselves be tracked by an amateur are generally the easiest to kill. Gray had mistakes and near-death experiences but his resolve and ingenuity always had the tendency to save him.

When you're feeling hand over hand through the dark you always find something.

Psychological Profile: Gray seems to be morally ambiguous to people who don't know him. To those who do, they see the bold line he won't cross. If a creature isn't a killer and has no potential to be he won't take its life. He sees many jobs he's taken as necessary evil to protect humanity. Overall he views himself as a protector, but damn if he doesn't like a good paycheck.
Gray loves humor in all its forms. He'd be pretty depressing if he couldn't take a good joke every now and then. Even if it's completely misplaced and awkward.

Possessions:
Gray has two large suitcases that are normally too heavy for normal airport admittance. One stores his set of armor. The armor is customizable on the job with many spots for Kevlar inserts, a bite guard, a helmet and a few other minor items to help him adapt to circumstances. Teeth, claws or (preferably not) bullets. He's got something to give him some edge.

Aside from a few spots in the first suitcase for some Glocks and ammunition (Affordability, you lose guns a lot when you're hunting.) he has saved room in his other suitcase for a few sets of street clothes(primarily gray t-shirts, blue jeans and a black jacket) and a compartment for his modified AA12 with silver slugs in three drum magazines. Either crammed in this case or in a car he keeps an Ares 16 with a variety of attachments for use as a long-to-mid range rifle and a grenade launcher(For that beasty who just doesn't want to go down).

Gray wears a small titanium chain around his neck that has several items dangling from it. A small pot-like skull about the size of a thumb that has dried herbs in it, consisting primarily of wolf's bane to ward off a werewolf's ability to smell him. A small alienish shell filled with holes is also affixed to it. This shell happens to be the only item he has that is magic and he only uses it as a last chance item. Thankfully he's only ever used it once before. He isn't quite sure if it has lasting consequences but man does it become handy in a bind. By saying a set of keywords the artifact teleports him an indeterminate distance away to a random location(or whatever location it wants him at, he really has no idea if it has its own agenda. Eerie). The last item dangling from his chain is a simple Celtic cross because it's cool.

A useful item that is never far from his reach is his trusty silver kukri knife.

Yes, and:
Arachne, a master of information has a real talent for finding what she needs and hiding what should stay hidden. Well, Arachne found Gray Conover. A relatively easy, if a little volatile, person to manipulate and point at targets. Contracting Gray for missions with a high paycheck is really quite easy to do.

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When the humans boiled, out, Tony decided that the situation was screwed and they better hit while the chaos was happening. But he told Autumn first, "Shieldmaiden and I are hitting the front door. Tell the others that the plan is hosed, do whatever they can."

He added, even as he pulled off the jump suit, going down to shirts and a wifebeater, "Incidentally, you might want to tell your hunter to go easy on the silver. I'm the only lycan in this bitch and if he shoots me, he might not be able to escape, because the vampires are going to get him after he gets me. There's an AK in the van, lever down all the way for rock n' roll because the thralls are packing. Short, controlled bursts, you got it?"

He didn't like leaving his back to a hunter. Not at all. And he didn't like it. Not one little bit.

It was funny that Rivike managed to create a stir all of her own as she got to Parael first, but while they focused in on her, Tony made his way into the club, stiff-arming and pushing his way past panicking mortals while yelling, "Terrorist attack! Chechens are on a rampage!" in a spin that the Court would have appreciated back in the day -- with all the fucking Russian types running around, that made total sense, especially after the Boston Marathon bombings.

But once it was down to vampires and thralls, the latter of who couldn't smell a lycan, he changed is tactics; the thing was, the thralls weren't sure what the hell was going on, so they were confused and it was easy to slip past them. But as soon as he pushed into the vampire club behind the restaurant.

When he finally did encounter a vamp, snarling obscenely and not even realizing that he wasn't some vamper out for the happy juice out of a Celestial, he yelled, "GET PARAEL OUT NOW!" and he shifted rapidly and brutally, prying two sets of fingers into the vamp's head, and tearing off the jaw in one brutal motion.

It got pretty chaotic from there on out. Once in man-beast, he ran on a great deal more instinct than intellect in this form, and it was hard to necessarily distinguish friend from foe when the hormones were flowing the way he did, as the thrill of killing and struggle overtook him. A vampire could certainly relate, but that was perhaps why Lycans and vampires detested each other so. Most of them had, perhaps, dealt with the wolves before, but never quite so close quarter -- when the celestial blood entered the place, the vampires got sloppy in the throes of their great thirst and desire, and the thralls were, quite frankly, not the first line of defense in these situations anyway.

Still, it wasn't quite so easy as just ripping a couple thralls. The next vampire fought fast too, striking, using a table leg as an improvised weapon, bringing its muscle and speed into play. It was true that a lycanthrope was a nasty customer for a vampire, and probably the match for a couple in a toe to toe fight, and it was also true that Tony, possibly the only big cat running around town, was actually a good bit scarier than even some of the wolves, probably was good for a couple more.

But there must have been fifty or so vampires in the room. Even more thralls. That was just too much, especially if they did recover their wits and start organizing.

[Assistant]
"I'll take your word for it" Flint said, as he noticed the Cinema explode into a frenzy of mortals ."Well the shit has hit the fan" Flint was soon outside the vehicle and to the boot of the car, inside he grabbed his beloved Thompson and racked the slide. "Ok stay beside me, I've got the range covered, but if they get close enough to caress my hair I'll need you on point" The orders where directed towards Karrem, and before he gave him chance to respond Flint was on the move towards the club.

When he got to the entrance he saw the chaos unfold, vampires and thralls in troves as Parry lay bloody. Rikive thought with her sword and yelled something Flint could not hear. Tony was slashing and ripping people a part. Flint took a swig from his bottle and smashed it onto the floor by his feet. He was back in the 20's, the enemy gang drinking and brawling in front of him. He was the leader of the Booze Hounds, and he began to clean up. Flint fired from the hip, the gun in one hand as he began to light up fireballs in his left. The recoil was controlled, and the gun hit its mark as vampires and thralls where spattered by .45 calibre fire. In ten seconds the entire 100 round magazine was empty, the bodies of the men he had shot barely had hit the ground before the Thompson was dropped and his right hand erupted in flame.

Flint aimed his two hands at the crowd and a wave of orange flame erupted over the masses, he hoped his comrades would be safe from the blast but his main concern was causing as much damage and as much panic that the Vampires would think they were up against an army of flame thrower wielding, machine gun toting bad asses. Instead of the ragtag group of sword wielders, drunks, monsters and the rest of the motley crew.

[User]
Half-tempted to grab his shotgun he reasoned there was another way. In the gym bag in his left hand were items meant to help him capture a vampire but they would certainly be good enough to disrupt the crowd given the right combination. He dropped the bag and unzipped it, sifting through several items, metal bat, wood stake, towels, - there it was. He pulled an aerosol can out of the bag followed by a towel and tied it hastily around the can, creating a makeshift sling. Out of a pouch he retrieved a lighter and lit the bottom. Gray didn't smoke but man did a lighter come in handy. He walked toward the Rusty Steak Knife as the towel burned, picking up heating and volume. With one good swing he shot it over the heads of his companions and into a group of surprised denizens.

As the can impacted the pressure and heat caused it to burst outwards in flames catching clothing and skin alight and making for some impressive pyrotechnics from such a small object. Though not necessarily to an immortal foe it was one hell of a painful deterrent to buy the others some time.

To further support the others Gray drew a Glock and started firing three-shot bursts into the wings of the vampire group that threatened to surround his retreating allies. They would need to get to the cars fast. Even outrunning vampires here could prove challenging.

And then Flint showed everyone why Gray loved weapons with large magazines. Then he made the hunter's pyro trick look like a cheap match.


[System]
@JELDare
Photo:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Abilities: Able to transform her body into a body of water. In this form she can control bodies of water without spells at all and at faster speed then most specialized water mages. This mastery of the water element does have some weaknesses. She can not control any magic until she turns into her water form which requires a chant for focus. In her water form she is also weak to certain elements like ice and lightning in exchange for a large resistance to physical attackers.

How you could work in a team: A mix of most elements in a team. In her water form she can use water both offensively in the form of whips and concentrated water blasts and defensively by creating high pressure water barriers that would slash flesh which would make contact with it. Liz can also be a decent front line defensive against physical attackers who can do little damage but would not be able to take this role against element attackers.

Personality: Cheerful and outgoing most of the time, Liz tries to talk and get along with everyone she meets though has given up with some people or those who have upset people she cares about. She is also quite hard working on her magic training trying to work on her water control most of the time.

History: Grew up on a small isolated island somewhere out in the ocean, she never reveals quite where when people asks. The people on the island saw how Liz had at a young age had a strong connection to magic, back then she could use all the main elements of magic though she was always strongest at water. Though one day something changed when the village did something to her permanently sealing away all other elemental magic apart from water and giving her the new form she can enter. There is more to it but I don't want to go into it right now.

Other: Shes left handed and loves chocolate.

[User] Elza looked around worriedly, it seemed that things were escalating exponentially. She had been storing power until she suddenly felt her hold on her magic vanish. She frowned and quickly moved through town until she was standing on one of the tallest buildings for a vantage point. It seemed far to much was going on right now, she would wait until the time was right to pick somebody off, after all there was no point in joining the chaos just to waste energy.

[Assistant]
When Agni and the Cerebus dissapeared Arcadius re-summoned his Grimore. He needed to take out as many of these mirror images of Meruin as possible. Before he could do anything major he'd need to re-gain some of his strength. Flipping through the arcanic pages he found the spell he needed to do so. "Restore: Drink of the Heavens!" He shouted, a medium sized glass container appeared full of blue-ish green liquid. It tasted like shit but it alleviated any and all mental fatigue with a few sips. He grasped it in his hand and drunk part of it down, he stored the rest in a pouch in his robe.

Now, to take out a few of those mirror images. He flipped through the pages once more, having memorized over half of the Grimore all he needed to do was find the page. "Two-Sided Coin. Eliminate false truths, reveal the truth!" His eyes shone brightly for a few moments, he rose his staff up above his head and brought the bottom of it down with full force causing an indention and the ground to crack around it. This would not only destroy a few of the mirror images, it would also mess with any trap or illusionary magic in a decent radius of him. The ground around him began cracking, the cracks arcing out. Light shining from them, this was no normal light. This light would seek out traps and hidden things in it's area, anything not meant to be there or that was false it would destroy or damage.

The light shone high into the sky, enveloping three of the mirror images and growing near two more. Once the spell was complete a few of the seemingly mindless mirror images would be destroyed.

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[User] "Eris." Slick had just seen Eris, since there was a pillar there before. "I can feel a new is magic being aimed. Ito find a safe place and hide, I'll explain later." @The ghost in black @Zetsuko

[Assistant]
The clones continued chanting. To call them 'clones' however was not doing justice to what they really were. It woule be more accurate to call them 'lesser Meruins' - they were not false, and their very existance managed to trick the world. By the definition of reality, they were definitely 'real'. If they were fakes, then none of them would have the ability to cast a spell.

Meruin stared at the giant wave of nullification coming at her. She glanced at Ryan and Deus, hoping that Ryan would be able to take care of himself. Meruin promptly swapped places with one of her clones, which summoned another clone.

Initially, the two of them were preparing a spell, however, upon seeing the situation, Meruin had changed their instructions: she overloaded their spells, causing a respectable explosion near Dues.

@Slendy @DaDrummer676

Meruin paused. Suddenly, all the spells of her clones were disabled, and her swords shook before shattering. She looked at a falling Ryan from a distance and her eyes narrowed. She knew logically speaking that none of them would be hurt after this but . . . for some reason, she was now feeling incredibly annoyed. For a second, she even briefly considered using her Grimoire, but then dismissed the idea. There was no need to get serious just for this.

She flew back towards Marcus and Ryan at a slow speed, and chanted a spell which caused a platform of wind to catch Ryan.

"Tony, Lucy!" she shouted. "If you can hear me, I will leave you two to deal with the others. Leave these two to me."

For now, Meruin would ignore everyone else. There was no need to get serious in this match but . . . she would have to be strict with these two. The others, she will deal with in due time.

Eventually, she faced both Deus and Marcus again. She stared at the both of them; Deus covered in a Negative Aura, Marcus with his darkened eyes and her expression went cold. Just like that boy, James Hunter from last year, they had crossed certain lines that she would rather they not. She only had one word to describe the two of them . . .

"Pathetic"

[User] "Well, I cant quite let you talk about my team like that now can I?" Liz's voice appeared around Meruin as she formed a new body to stand behind Meruin "Hey~ Seems you are quite popular and for good reason. Sorry but my teams going to probably all take you down now." She shrugged "I hate to admit it but I have been looking forward to dance with you for over 10 years as you are someone I have to overcome to beat Chase." Liz gave a grin switching her mind into combat mode now as she could not afford to take Meruin lightly as she started be creating multiple water clones to attack Meruin with a barrage of water blades.

[Assistant] Deus got blown away by the explosion, but not before he heard what Meruin had said to the both of them. "Pathetic". This infuriated Deus, he had been called pathetic his whole life, by his father Merlinus and His mother. He hated that word, it made him feel useless, that he couldn't save anyone, a tear was shed. The explosion blew Deus away, but not before he used Aura Constructs to enhance his Aura and make it as strong as Tungsten Carbide. He began to walk towards Meruin slowly. "Pathetic? You think this is pathetic. How should you know what Pathetic is Princess? I don't see you came from a familiy where the only way to survive was to use this power you call Pathetic... You had a master to teach you the difference between right and wrong am I right? Well I didn't have one, I killed him! Do you know how that was for me?! You have no right to call me Pathetic!" Deus's power was growing exponentially. He ordered Leviathan and Beelzebub to attack her, as A tiny Magic Circle glowing white with the insignia of Merlin began to grow in size on top of Deus head. "I am tired, sick and Tired of people calling me Pathetic without even knowing how my life was!" Deus was now completely overtaken by the Darkness, it would be difficult to stop him now. Nothing he said made sense, he was Saddened and Angered. But, he let out a soft voice. 'Please....Save...me..' No one ever saved Deus before, he wanted to be saved from the wretched pit of Tartarus.

[User]
@Dash375 @Slendy

Meruin clicked her tongue. Liz was going to be a problem, especially if she brought out Euphie. Just Deus or Marcus was already a tall order, but the arrival of their third member made things exponentially more difficult.

As soon as the Liz attacked, Meruin responded. Drawing a rune in the air, several bolts of lightning came down. There were three for every clone, and the heat from them flash-fried them. The small mage went a few spaces backwards. Normally, she would creat barriers at this point, but with Marcus around, that would be useless. As the Leviathan and Beelzebub attacked her, two small magic books appeared in the space in front of Meruin. They opened up in front of them and they rammed into the books, which closed in on them, attempting to suck them in and seal them.

Meruin glanced at Marcus. He was building up a lot of power. Meruin was taken aback as Marcus spoke, raving about his life. She was even more so upon seeing the tear run down his face. Killing his Master . . . . ? Not even in a million years could Meruin imagine doing the same to her own.

But . . . none of that matters, does it?

"Your experiences make up who you are, that is true. Your situation, it's worse than mine. It's infinitely worse than mine, in fact, but I can relate to you, believe me, I can . . ." said Meruin softly, "however no knows about your life, no one cares about your life until you let them. There are no signs that tell us what you've lived through, so how are they suppose to judge you? They see how you are now, and that is what matters!

"What do you think I am seeing right now Deus? I will tell you: Marcus, who has given up himself for power, and you, who is willingly let his power control him, instead of the other way around! What else am I suppose to call this scene other than pathetic!?" The small mage rarely raised her voice, but she made an exception for the man in front of her.

"A battle of spells against a shadow of a person is not worth my time, so get this pathetic thing in front of me out of the way and bring out the true Deus!"

With that final declaration, Meruin's mind worked rapidly as she considered her next move in the few seconds of thought she was alloted.

'Three people: Water, Negation, Darkness. Liz, Marcus, Deus. Under what part of the Four Aeons did they fall under respectively? Creation, Void and Void again. I can counter Liz's Creation with Destrcution, but how can I bring Existence to my side to counter a double Void? Something they can't devour, something too big for them. Spells, concepts, what concept is permanent enough? A large Existence concept. No, a counter concept? Against Deus, yes, but how about Marcus? What can - yes, contradictory concepts, that would be perfect.

Meruin drew into the air, and several barriers and shields formed, and drew several runes on herself as well. Meanwhile, she was chanting a spell - one of her favorites, and one of the first spells Master Reina taught her.

[Assistant]
Cruz Meister, Pamela Armellia and Lynda "Lyn" Hermit
Location: Town Center Grounds

@The ghost in black

They were far from the othera, hiding in back of a building. The 3 were left a little renderless after Arcadius left. "I think we're safe... for now.", he said. "This is getting us nowhere. From time to time, se have to evade countless amount of shit going through. What was supposed to be a fight became a hell of a war.", Lyn said. "The air... it's really hot... I'm really tired thanks to it...", Pamela said.

Cruz knew that both were right. He looked around and saw Slick and Eris. He noticed that hands were going at them. "Look, right there. Slick and that girl are really cornered.", he said. "Should we help them?", Pamela asked. "Let's wait a little more. If things get drastic, we jump.", Lyn commented. Both nodded to her and then they kept watching.

[User] Deus began to emanate an Evil Aura that if taken lightly, you could be consumed by it. A Dark Flame and A Purple Flame appeared in each of Deus's hands. The Flames were the purgatory flames of Hell, able to burn anything. He began to shoot a barrage of the flames at Meruin. "Shut Up, Shut Up, Shut Up! I don't wanna hear it anymore! Me, Pathetic..Ha..Hahaha!" Deus stopped attacking, his soul had been almost completely taken over. He looked at Meruin, with his eyes filled with nothing but Darkness. "Hello There Mage, I don't believe we have met before. My name is Lucificus, I have been Imprisoned in this Boy's body for eternity, all because of that Dammed Merlin! It all began the day this wretched boy was born." Lucificus looked at his surroundings, A boy consumed by Darkness, A girl with outstanding Magic Control and another girl that appeared to be a water elemental. The white magic circle grew bigger, and began to envelop Deus (Lucificus), and binded him in place. "Damm Merlin, Even dead he continues to pester me...I'll see you all soon..." The white Magic Circle disappeared, along with Lucificus and the Dark Aura surrounding Deus. Deus began to free fall from the sky.

[Assistant]
Liz watched Meruin talk as she easily got rid of her clones and was obviously pondering a new way to beat all three of them "Heh, if you think you know everything about me now Meruin you forget I had 10 years myself to try and get myself stronger. I can almost read your mind on this one, to beat me you plan to use the same Arcana Chase uses, destruction!" A smirk came on the girls face as it transitioned from water back to her normal solid body. She took off her jacket she had kept on the whole time during her fights so far revealing the water seal she had 10 years ago and now 3 new seals could be seen on her back "Terra that holds this planet together grant me your strength!" Liz shouted and the blue water seal turned grey like the other 3 seals on her back and instead the seal on her right shoulder turned from grey to an orange colour.

Quickly her body started to transform but unlike normally where it would turn to water it instead turned to a body made of rocks "Get it?" She spoke her voice not matching her now earth body at all "I will just keep swapping if you try and counter me with a specific arcana!" Liz shouted and summoned a large amount of rocks from the ground and threw them at Meruin not showing any mercy while at the same time sending a platform to catch Deus and lower him to the ground.


[System]
Sex and preferred gender: ♀
Species: human
Factional Alignment: explorerBeck is technically a slayer, but her goal isn't killing; she likes to record supernatural history & culture and deliver justice. She's basically a nerd that might shoot you.Proficiencies:
Age: 22
Physical Description: Beck is an African-American woman with a neutral mocha complexion. Her shoulder length hair is styled in Senegalese twists. She wears simple rimless glasses. Beck has a small but somewhat short nose, full shapely lips, and heavy-lidded dark brown eyes. She has a slender, muscular figure; arms noticeably toned, bust slim, posterior taught, shoulders a bit on the broad side. She dresses a touch masculine out of her sheer utilitarianism, opting for baseball tees and mom jeans for everyday wear, but in more contentious situations may wear plain combat clothes and tactical rigs. She's just about 5'7"
Alignment: chaotic good
Personality in a nutshell: To the average individual, Beck likely comes across as a militant conspiracy theorist with a lot of weaponry. However, for a homeless vigilante, it must be said that Beck acts remarkably sane. She's very calm and kind, perhaps a bit bold. She's very open about her interest in the supernatural, despite the consequence of being outcast in human society and a very visible target to violent vampires. She's very independent, nearly isolationist, not fond of being helped by others. Beck is exceptionally focused and studious, unshakably committed to her self-appointed role as a vigilante and historian among the shadowy creatures of the world.
Any Important Backstory: Beck was raised by her parents and grandparents in a neighborhood of Boston. As a teenager she grew fascinated with all things supernatural, stalking the urban neighborhoods with friends at night in search of trouble; when she got older she found it, happening upon a small coven of new vampires feasting on the local homeless. As a young woman she joined the army, but received a medical discharge just after her second deployment for reasons she's not been open about. Since then she's been gallivanting around New England in a converted hybrid VW bus, breaking up covens and keeping extensive notes on lycanthropic and vampiric culture.
Her parents still live in the family home in Boston, somewhat worried about her nomadic lifestyle. They call her "Loree."

Name or Nickname: Evren
Sex and preferred gender: ♂
Species: vampire
Factional Alignment: Old Owl
Abilities: daylight walking
Strengths: Evren is a shapeshifter, and while he can transform into nearly anything, there aren't many forms he can hold for long. He can remain shifted as a humanoid indefinitely as long as he's unhurt, while taking less human forms is much less sustainable; generally, the further from human a form is the harder it is to stay shifted, though he's strong enough to hold most shapes for at least a few minutes.
Weaknesses: Evren is vulnerable to traditional herbs and silver, and has a fear and weakness to religious symbols, to such an extreme that any symbolic manifestation of love or belief could burn a hole through his body. If hurt, Evren must take his vulnerable true form until he can heal.
Age: He's not totally sure, but he's at least 900 years old.
Physical Description: Evren's true form hasn't aged well, though few have seen it. His skin is tawny brown but uneven and spotted with age, but seems pallid as if lifeless despite it's tone; it's papery and wrinkled, clinging to his bony form. The sclera of his eyes are jet black while his irises and pupils are shocking crimson. His teeth are uneven and fanged, frighteningly large and often stained from when he last fed. His nails are long and yellowed, curled in towards his palm and sharp like an animals talons.
He doesn't have a "usual" form, shifting his appearance frequently without sticking to any shape for very long.
Alignment: true Neutral
Personality in a nutshell: Melancholy hangs heavy on Evren's shoulders. He's very somber and can come across a bit cold at times, but he loves conversation and is quite protective of young people. His favorite thing in the world is ginger wine.
Any Important Backstory: Evren was born to a Romani family what is now Turkey nearly a thousand years ago. He spent most of his life living nomadically across Europe, and travelled to America with English Puritans to find some solitude in the wilderness. These days he mostly keeps to himself, feeding rarely and reading voraciously.

Name or Nickname: Hadrien "Haddie" Abner
Sex and preferred gender: ♂
Species: human
Factional Alignment: none
Abilities: necromancy
Age: 19
Physical Description: Haddie is a short young man at barely 5'3", with conspicuously Satanic tattoos on his hands. There are bracelet-like strips of Hebrew words around each wrist, a Seal of Solomon on the top of his right hand, and a thelema on top of his left hand. He has slim shoulders and wears second-hand clothes that never fit quite right. Haddie has a birdlike nose, bushy eyebrows, and dark purplish bruising under each dark hazel eye. He has several piercings; right eyebrow stud, septum ring, lower lip stud on the left side of his mouth, and a barbell stud in his tounge made to look like a bloodshot eye. Both of his ears are pierced in several places but he doesn't always wear ear jewelry. He has ratty black hair and a distinctive white mallen streak that frames the right side of his face.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Personality in a nutshell: Haddie is an ambitious but cruel young man. He has an incredible ability to focus and achieve nearly anything he sets his mind to. He's known to hold grudges and seek revenge for even minor offenses against him. Despite his stern nature and self-discipline when it comes to working and learning, in the moment he often makes very rash decisions, say things he doesn't mean, and pick fights he can't win.
Any Important Backstory: Haddie was born on a commune near Fairfield, a picturesque town in northern Vermont. When he was just seven, he and several other children on the commune were infected with meningitis. The infection ravaged the commune and some even died; Haddie became permanently deaf in his right ear and hard of hearing in his left. He now relies heavily on reading lips to understand others.
After the epidemic, the cult was broken up and Haddie was sent into the foster care system for quite some time. As a teenager he was put back into the custody of his now devoutly religious mother, and they moved to a suburb of Boston to live with his aunt. Here he became aware of the supernatural, and yearned to control the seedy darkness of the afterlife. Haddie became fascinated with the occult, reading all he could find of any esoteric ritualism; satanism, alchemy, wicca, he wanted to know it all. Over time he refined his own brand of necromancy, creating his own practices and a belief system he believes gives him limitless power over the undead.

[User]
"I intend to." Beck replied stalely when her apology was rejected. The day was shaping up to be quite gloomy, the dim bluish clouds prohibiting any rays of dawn from streaking the sky. It was still early and this lot had walls on all but its north side, so it was relatively safe from the sun for quite a few more hours. Safe from cops and slayers following the trail of blood leading to the body before them, that was another story. Beck stood up. "Do you need to go somewhere? Mornings coming and I'm not waiting around for more Guard."
Beck tilted her head toward the van as she spoke. She knew the last thing Nessa wanted was to spend even another second with her but it didn't seem right to strand her out here without a word.

[Assistant]
Vanessa Poirier

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Nessa observed Beck every time the she turned away. Golden eyes examining the other person in an annoyed, but curious manner. It was hard to read what Beck's deal was. She was a slayer, that much was obvious, but she seemed more like a lone wolf than a pack animal.
Soon Beck asked, if Vanessa had somewhere to be. Sighing with a nonchalant shrug, the ravenette replied: "I was going somewhere, but then this happened, so..." she motioned her leg. Most vampires had a strong healing factor. Nessa did not. She couldn't walk even if she tried to, not without support. Not that she wanted Beck to figure that out. She was pretty much out of options, however. Maybe she could stall for a bit.
"Might want to get rid of that thing," Nessa commented, nodding at the now corpse of a man with carefully controlled distain. "I apologise for the mess. Doing things the old fashioned way isn't my style. Usually, that is." Although Vanessa apologised, it was clear she wasn't apologising to Beck, but rather her own erratic behaviour from earlier. Nessa hid behind a shell of elegance, after all.

[User]
Beck shrugged. "I know the cops in this town, I'll tell them I found him like this on my way back to the van. I didn't touch him, his own gun killed him, and somehow I doubt you're in the system. If they come to double check my story it won't be until after the coroner is done with him."
She looked disapprovingly at the dead slayer. The shot had caved his forehead in a bit, and with all the blood it looked like he'd been beheaded. Pretty gruesome, and she felt a twitch of guilt, but he was the one who decided to stalk town with a gun and shoot whoever he thought he could get away with.
Beck went back to the van, putting the medkit back under the seats and closing the large door. She opened the passenger door and looked back to Nessa. "Seriously, I'll take you wherever you want to go. It's the least I can do."

[Assistant]
Vanessa Poirier

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So, the woman knew the cops. Vanessa nodded to herself mostly, making a soft 'hm' sound with the back of her throat. That could prove to be profitable for Nessa. Choosing her alliance was of utmost importance. A new plan began forming in Nessa's mind.
As Beck went to the van and opened the passanger door with an inviting motion, telling Nessa she would take her wherever, Nessa hesitated. The woman had already proven to be pretty trustworthy. That didn't mean Nessa trusted her, but she from what she'd observed Beck seemed like a woman of her words.
After musing for a while, Nessa nodded and got up gingerly to avoid putting too much weight on her left foot. She tried to walk to the van as normally as she could, both to maintain her dignity and to hopefully make Beck think her leg was already healing. It wasn't. Or it was, but it was doing so rather slowly. Vanessa would feel this gunshot for at least a week even if she wouldn't limp with it more than a few hours, a day at most. Still, Nessa hoped Beck wouldn't question it. She'd already roused suspicion by revealing one of her abilities.
"Very well," Nessa said as she mounted the van with a smile that was more out of politeness than genuine emotion, "It'd be rude to turn such an offer down."
It was kind of cosy inside the van, actually. Now Nessa could truly appreciate it. It wasn't overly clean and high-end, and it was what Nessa liked about it the most. Despite her more... posh appearance Nessa found herself being pulled towards this sort of decor. It was something she'd never had growing up, all she'd ever had was a lot of objects you weren't allowed to touch and rooms you weren't allowed to play in.
"Do you know where the Redhaven Bar and Grille is? You can drive me there - it's a mile south," Nessa said. She didn't really feel like going to a bar, but she wasn't about to reveal her home address to this woman, no matter how trustworthy she might've been. And as it turned out, Nessa lived practically next to the bar in question. So it was the perfect disguise.

[User]
The bus was quite a spectacle, especially with its faded paint and boxy shape, but it was cheap to maintain and perfectly suited for Beck's purposes. On the inside it was worn but clean, clearly lived in but organized. The fabric seats were nearly threadbare in places but free of stains or holes. Two dog tags and a silvery pendant depicting a nun were hanging off the rearview window with, and they jingled quietly against each other when Beck shut the drivers side door.
She withdrew her car keys from a pocket on her rig and started the car. "Yeah, I know where that is. Hold on for a second." Beck made a point to throw the van into a speedy reverse, making deep and noticeable tracks in the gravel to turn out of the lot as hard and fast as the weathered vehicle could. She reduced her rate of speed, decelerating to a safe speed by the time they came to the end of the block. "If I've just seen a murder and I'm chasing a vampire, I'd get out onto the road as fast as I could to pursue them. Unfortunately I wouldn't call the cops until after I've lost track of the suspect. Sorry if I startled you, though."

[Assistant]
Vanessa Poirier

---

Vanessa had to admit, Beck was a quick thinker. Something she greatly appreciated in a person. Hearing Beck's explanation for the less than comfortable start on their journey earned her a little appreciative look from Nessa. It was the most impressed Nessa was of Beck's doings so far.
The van drove a safe speed on the cobblestone pavement, filling the charged silence between the women. Nessa was out of words, and the silence betweem them was filled with unanswered questions and secrets. Although theor destination was just a mile away, Nessa could tell this was going to be a long ride it things continued this way.
Trying to keep her calm, Nessa stared determinedly out of the window, trying to appear busy or in her thoughts. She couldn't help but glance at Beck ever so often though, breaking the illusion. What was she thinking, Nessa wondered?

[User]
Beck stewed in her thoughts for a few moments, replaying the events of the last hour (maybe less, who could say?) over in her head, going over her memories with a fine-toothed analytical comb. As she considered it all something stuck out, bothering her because she couldn't explain it. She glanced briefly at Nessa, not really wanting to provoke her any more but hungering for an answer.
"Ignore me if you want, but I just thought of something." Beck started, stretching and relaxing her hand against the wheel as a simple gesture of sincerity. "When that slayer kid came after us, you jumped on me before you stopped and attacked him. Why... what stopped you from killing me? It looked like you'd gone, I dunno, I'd call it feral; but you changed your mind. I've been at this for years and fought a lot of... a lot of everything, and I've never seen anything quit like that."


[System]
Age:
20

Magic:
Drill Magic
A magic that allows the user to rapidly spin their body, or just individual parts such as limbs or digits. Drill Magic can allows the user to move quicker and even fly when used properly, as well as actually drilling through solid objects. The rapid spinning motion adds more power and speed behind attacks. Enough spin can even turn a simple attack deadly.

Magic Level:
B

History:
Beatrix Valente was born to Miguel and Janet Valente. Both Dark Mages of the guild White Hydra. Along with the title of Dark Mage, Beatrix inherited her father's Drill Magic and strength. While she was being raised and trained to be a Dark Mage, she was being raised in the guild alongside a young Maddox Colburn. The two were born several days apart and the only two children in the guild, so it was inevitable they eventually befriended each other. Only this was after Maddox was initiated as a Dark Mage, as she didn't care for him while he was still a slave child.

While Maddox only pretended to enjoy his future career, Beatrix actually did want to become a Dark Mage like her parents. Due to their similar age and their friendship, they often worked together as kids when out on illegal jobs. At ten years old, Janet Valente was ambushed by the Magic Council and was accidentally killed when she resisted. This left Beatrix with only her father as family, though she viewed the other members of White Hydra as family. As she was a few days younger than Maddox, Beatrix was more or less considered the baby of the guild, so it was clear that the others were close with her as well.

Her general life of crime and sin came to a screeching halt when she was eighteen. While out performing an assassination job with two other guild members, Maddox destroyed the entire White Hydra guild and all those inside it. Including her father. When the small team returned to find the guild hall destroyed and all the dead bodies in the ocean, they were totally shocked and blindsided. It took some time to discover the culprit was Maddox, as he was the only one unaccounted for among the dead. While the other two surviving White Hydra members decided to call it quits, having no friends or guild to turn to anymore, Beatrix decided to stay as a Dark Mage by herself and avenge her father's death.

The years after this have been spent trying to find Maddox Colburn. Of course, a life of lawlessness has led the Dark Mage to live like an outlaw. Constantly stealing things she needs to survive and simply breaking into homes to find places to sleep. Her journey to find Maddox was mostly dead ends and useless information, but several months ago she happened upon an old copy of the Weekly Sorcerer, which featured Maddox inside it. Discovering that he belonged to the famous guild Phoenix Wing, Beatrix crumpled the magazine and made her way to Magnolia.

Personality:
Full of energy and brash, even somewhat vain. And of course: highly aggressive. These are all ways to describe Beatrix. Her generally volatile behavior is perfectly accompanied by the fact she has a constant desire to break rules and laws. She is prone to do as such on mere whims, ranging from simple boredom to having one of her angry fits. While she is headstrong and not much of a thinker, she does have common sense and the capability to think before acting. This is just a rare occurrence, not a totally impossible feat. She has a soft spot for sour candies and cute animals, but not much else. Though generally despicable in her acts, she does have a strong sense of family and friendship. It's just that she has so far had family and friends of immoral aptitude, and she has thus followed suit. General anarchy is her favorite environment and she will often make the effort to change the environment around her to fit that quota.

Team Members:
None. Not like any would really want to join forces with Beatrix anyways.

Three Strengths:

1. If Beatrix has one thing going for her, it's her raw physical power. She hits like a truck.

2. The versatility of her magic allows her great ease for navigating difficult environments.

3. Quite speedy, even without her magic. Fast and agile.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

2. A little too quick to act. Brash.

3. A tendency to focus on only one thing at a time.

Greatest Love:
Sour Candy

Motivation:
To destroy the man that killed her father and ruined her life.

Appearance:

Beatrix stands at an unimpressive height of 5' 9", making her middle-of-the-road in stature. Her clothing choice varies often, but she typically prefers to wear a style similar to that depicted in the image above (short shorts, revealing tops, etc). She almost always wears tall, black boots with black laces and her signature greaves. She has a black guild mark on the right side of her right thigh, about midway up. While travelling or outdoors in general, she often conceals herself in a purple hooded cloak to help evade unwanted recognition.

Additional Details:
Beatrix Valente has a standing bounty of 200,000 Jewel in just one of the towns she has a bounty in, given to her by the mayor of Regala, the town that White Hydra used to bully the most before its destruction. She is wanted in several cities and towns across Fiore for infractions ranging from petty theft to aggravated assault to vandalism and even destruction of property. Regala is the only town she has charges for murder in. The Magic Council is yet to post its own warrant for her arrest. And of course: theme song.

Supplementary List of Spells
Note: All foes hit with any of her spinning attacks will also be spun themselves. The sheer power behind each blow makes blocking a difficult and painful task, but successful blocks or simply being strong enough allows a victim to resist the spinning effect.

Drill Magic: Breaker Fist - A powerful haymaker punch with the influence of her magic. Her arm spins rapidly as she makes the punch, adding to the pure power and speed behind it. Enough power, in fact, to break steel.

Drill Magic: Swiveling Blast - Similar to the above spell, only performed with a wide kick rather than a punch. Even more powerful than her Breaker Fist with slightly more reach, but also somewhat slower to perform.

Drill Magic: Spinning Propulsion - By rapidly spinning her lower body, Beatrix propels herself through the air. This allows her to move even faster than running and she can even fly like this. It must be noted that she cannot hover like this, as she always has forward momentum. This can be used to add even more force behind her attacks as well as for maneuvering around her environment. She can make her entire body spin to go even faster, though this limits her attacks to only charging directly at a foe to cause damage.

Drill Magic: Air Burst - Beatrix rapidly spins her arms after putting her hands together directly in front of herself, facing an enemy. After spinning her arms for a moment, gathering the air around her and spinning that along with her arms, she shoots the spinning, compressed air at her foe by splitting her arms apart. Her only form of ranged attack, and it retains the same power as any of her regular strikes. However, due to being a different composition, it has different ways to get around it. Moves at high speed and is actually quite wide.

Drill Magic: Burrowing Mole - By rapidly spinning either her lower body or both arms above her head, Beatrix can actually function like a drill and easily carve a path through the ground. Her drilling capability allows her to easily go through stone, and go through steel with difficulty. Hitting an opponent while using this spell has a different effect compared to the other ones. While her other attacks inflict blunt force trauma, this attack is actually "sharp" and will not only cut opponents but can completely impale them.

Supplementary Combat Details
Martial Art Style:
Beatrix doesn't use a named art as he form of melee combat. Rather, she uses her own self-developed style that is reminiscent of Western Boxing, placing an emphasis of a combination of light and quick strikes to open up an opponent to a heavy, hard-hitting blow. While her most common form of striking comes from her fists, her most powerful strikes are from her legs. Her leg power makes her sweeps highly effective when she uses them. While her martial art is unnamed and self-taught, it has been proven to be of a comparable status to the more traditional fighting styles.

Aside from the basic striking plan mentioned before, Beatrix's body actually has a lot of motion in her fighting stance. This allows her to bob and weave around attacks with greater ease, allowing follow-up strikes and counters. When it comes to defense, her preference is to dodge rather than to block. But she keeps her arms in and will block attacks that are aimed toward her face/head and attacks aimed toward her center of mass (with her legs more so than her arms). The general rule of her combat style: quick upper-body movements and strikes, strong lower body blocks and strikes. Due to her natural strength, and especially when amplified by her Drill Magic, even her light jabs have respectable power. Much how her style is unnamed, she has no named techniques to attribute to her martial art.

Supplementary Records
Criminal Record:
Her rap sheet has no shortage of marks. Cities and towns all over Fiore have her name on file for various crimes committed in their territories by Beatrix. The most common crimes being theft, aggravated assault, and vandalism, though she has committed far more than just those. It should be noted that she does have several murder charges related to assassination jobs of the past, though those are few and far between. Different cities have different bounties for her capture, with the highest being 200,000 Jewel in the town of Regala, and a cumulative bounty of 376,000 Jewel. Despite her "impressive" records, no actions have been taken against her by the Magic Council.

The Weekly Sorcerer:
Beatrix was featured in a brief article on up-and-coming Dark Mages that are potential threats to how magic is perceived but also don't belong to a guild. She was only mentioned by name without listing any deeds or providing any pictures.

[User]
[Damian]

Damian timed his counter attack perfectly, sliding under the attacks and ramming his shoulder into the girl, knocking her back and away from where she'd started, switching to the Ares Blades and then summoning a Blade Shield to catch one of her attacks as she countered upon recovery. "Yes, very well then. How does it make you feel knowing you've torn apart innocent guilds just to feed your own greed?" He summons a piercing blade as he slashes horizontally, one of his few spells that had to be dodged. "We will bring down your corrupt government, rest assured. And I will beat you." Following up the piercing blade, he sends out a triple blade strike, sending out a second and third piercing blade, to keep her moving, and then dropping a sword blade from above in an attempt to surprise her.

[James]

"So you think, dark one." Moving forward, James began to prove how fluid and skilled he could be, even with a sword and shield. He moved in quickly, slicing from the right horizontally, but had the blow blocked. Spinning back away, the shield found it's mark with the right side of Angelica's body knocking her off balance enough for the light magic sheathed blade to leave another cut on her arm, this one feeling as though the arm had had a chunk of meat torn from it. Her counter, an attempt to use his shadow against him, was countered with a use of Holy Might, which also gave his blows more oomph. Rolling forward and standing inside Angelica's guard, James head butted her then caught her head as it went back and slammed his knee into it. As she stumbled away, if a tad involuntarily, he blasted her with another Divine Light, which put her on her knees after colliding with a wall. "Surrender dark one, you can't hope to beat us."

[Assistant]
Karn's ears perked as he smelled another feline and his emerald eyes looked around the room. He managed to spot the black figure, recognizing it as Kali, whom hissed and meowed viciously. His fur fluffed, fluffy tail lashing side to side as he crouched when the black cat jumped onto the table with him. As Kali lunged, Karn quickly rolled onto his back and kicked the black feline, flinging her over him and off of the table.

A cat would be fine and would just land on their feet, so Karn quickly climbed into the man's lap, curling in a crouched ball. Ears flattened with fur fluffed, giving a meow at his attacker. This was a predicament. He hadn't expected to be found by the black feline and be outright attacked. She just seemed like a regular cat and he could handle her easily if he changed, but that would blow his cover and make this mysterious man possibly nervous and think Karn was trying to ambush him or something.

[User] Mayt sighed as the woman threatened them, and turned to face her. "Funny, I didn't think we were doing anything wrong." He drew his sword almost casually, holding it diagonally across his chest as he approached the council mage. "We were just hoping to get some information t help another one of our guild-mates, and you just come along and start yelling at us. I personally don't appreciate it at all." He focused the heat he always kept around him to the edge of his sword again, but was careful, anticipating she'd throw another one of her attacks, and hoping he was right in assuming it was just focused heat with no force. "It's what someone with something to hide would do honestly."

[Assistant] Lazarus clenched his fists in surprise when everyone came crashing in. He watched the events unfold, and Master Jamie was wrapped in shadow. Jamie called out his and Sasha's names. Whether the master wanted them to run or not, he didnt know. His eyes narrowed. "Do not fear master..." He paused for effect. "We will defeat these two." He was referring to the twins. "Easy? Ha! You know... you shouldn't underestimate the man who is about to put you on your ass." He cracked his knuckles, and removed his white jacket. He wouldn't give them the chance to do anything first. "Regulus impact!" He held his palm out, firing a beam of light magic towards the chest of Ted. He grew his wings and acrobatically jumped upwards, grasping Sasha, bring her into the air too. "Now Sasha!!! We will defend Phoenix wing!" If she looked, his expression was filled with fury. He looked like a man who would die for the cause.

[User]
Maddox surveyed the scene. James had jumped in to battle Angelica, Jamie had begun trying to break Angelo out of the spell, and Lazarus and Sasha began fighting the twin Council Members that arrived. With a sigh, his angry expression reverted to his standard serious one. "I'm not needed here," he said, loud enough to ensure that everyone heard him. "I'll just keep anyone else from interfering."

He looked over at Sayuri and motioned for her to follow him. Though he could easily get through the battlefield without a scratch by teleporting, Maddox instead began walking toward the Council building. Once Sayuri would've caught up with him, he began walking around the fights, almost as if they didn't even exist. "We will meet the other, approaching Council Members," Maddox explained to Sayuri, still looking ahead rather than around at the fights.


[System]
Goes By: Maleficent (by humans), Saeril (by elves), Delva (by godsons)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie with a slight Russian accent
Hair Color: Dark, Ashy Auburn-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Porcelain Pale
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Tall and Slender

Casual Attire

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Likes: Men, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Orcs, Sorrow, War
Strengths: Knowledge, Flight, Fighting, Beauty, Wisdom, Inspiration
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger, Family
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past

Overall Personality:
Mysterious | Regal | Soft-Spoken | Larger Than Life | Elegant | Compassionate

Everyone believed that Maleficent was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true backstory. Rather than a woman who is evil, Maleficent was instead a benevolent young woman of purity named Saeril; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion of guarding various realms and its inhabitants. As a fierce protector, Saeril was a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; due to the despair and sorrow of even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. As she suffers from a devastating past that involved the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by her amnesiac guilt for her crimes. Her ultimate goal was to redeem herself and dissipate her inner darkness.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be changed when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili; she grew to care for them as a motherly figure, forming an adopted parental bond with them. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was devastated after witnessing Azog kill the eldest brother, causing her to scream with raging grief, enough to unleash vengeance. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became strictly protective of Kili. As his blessed godparent, Saeril would do anything to keep him alive, and as a result, she went with him in many ventures, though she did not always agree with them. Regarding him, her main goal was to keep him safe, therefore Saeril's bond with Kili was unbreakable.

Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she was, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis (Compadre; unknown) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog The Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)

[User]
Saeril internally chuckled at the young dwarf's question as the forest of Mirkwood began to appear before them. Looking down at him with an amused smile, she noticed the arching of his brows, as if he was trying to concentrate hard, and she did feel some tugging upon her psyche within their channel. He was trying to access her memories. She would gladly do so, but why open it up freely if you don't want him to see things you don't want him to see? For that, she opened up her memories of herself watching him and Fili, and sent only those memories to his conscious, in order for him to see them. It was only that moment for him to see them, until she almost pulled those images back to her. She couldn't let him watch them for too long, in fear of her other memories springing in the cycle.

Coming upon the dark forest, Saeril departed off Kili's pony, and gazed up at the trees. She almost lost track of her consciousness, while looking at them for too long, and she eventually gained back her stance quickly, before the others could notice. There was no need of worrying them. "This forest looks...sick", Bilbo recalled. "As if a disease lies upon it", he added while looking upon the decayed trees.

[Assistant]
He was watching from another person's eyes his own childhood memories. There he was, playing with his brother, or leaving secret notes for his second mother, who crept in and daintily examined them. She hadn't missed anything, and had taken it upon herself to always watch them it seemed. Then suddenly the bridge to those memories was destroyed, and Saeril pulled her horse away from Kili's pony. The dwarf took but a minute to realize that Saeril ahd shown him what she wanted him to see, and now was done with it for the time being. Was she hiding something? Kili had to think about it for a moment.

It was definitely an unpleasant thought that interrupted his previous vigor for adventure.
"Fili, I think-"
Kili's words were cut off by the hobbit's commentary on the forest, which was another unnerving thing. The forest did look as if something were off about it. He was no lumber jack, but he didn't like the looks of the forest.
"Let's just make this part o' the trip quick right?" Kili completed his sentence. If his brother knew him, he was saying he'd bring up his thoughts on the first troubling matter later.

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Saeril wasn't far from the others at all. She had however, journeyed to the other side of the 'pack'. As they entered the forest area, the shadows of the trees caste heavily on the party. Saeril's side of the pathway was no exception. Beside her, matching the pace of the pony, seemed to be none other than the silhouette of Tajjus. He would say nothing as his shadow flickered beside her, until the last blotch of sunlight caught his helmet's eyes, where another blackness resided.
"Saeril. That's a very nice name you have." Tajjus said quietly, "I'm quite surprised you weren't kind enough to give it." His dry sense of humor kicked in, though his voice still did not waver.

He was careful to not make a sound, all the while he was in a position, whispering at a level only the she-elf could hear.

[User]
"Is there no way around?", Bilbo asked the wizard curiously, hoping there was another path they could take, as soon as he was done gazing up at the decaying forest. "Not unless we go two hundred miles north, or twice that distance…south", Gandalf responded with a sigh as he gazed into the forest before him. Looking back at the others, he noticed the skinchanger, Beorn, in the distance. "Set the ponies loose. Let them return to their master", he told everyone, before looking back at the forest. Letting the ponies go one by one, they had to travel on foot for now. Plus, Beorn wouldn't appreciate his horses going into the darkly enchanted forest.

Right after a few moments' gazing, the wizard immediately turned back to his horse, right before one of the dwarves could let it go. "Not my horse, I need it! I'll be waiting for you at the overlook, before the slopes of Erebor, and Saeril, I need you to watch them the rest of the way", he finally said after a moment's silence. "You're not leaving us", it was more of a statement, rather than a question from the she-elf. "I would not do this unless I had to", the wizard sadly responded. "Do not enter that mountain without me", and with that, he rode off.

Sighing, the she-elf looked upon the forest before them. All alone they were now, but it was up to her now. Perhaps it was best to give them a warning? "This is not the Greenwood of old", she began to explain. "The very air you breathe in this forest is heavy with illusion. It will seek to enter your mind and lead you astray. We must stay on the path, and not leave it. If we do, we'll never find it again", Saeril had to give this warning out to them, since she, as an elf, can't be affected by the forest's enchantment. It worked best on other races that are not of Elven.

Looking down at Fili and Kili, she also told them. "Stay close to me. Hold onto me if needed", the she-elf led the company in.

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Saeril did feel a presence near her, and she knew very well on who or what was following them. Or more specifically? Her. The voice was all too clear and recognizable. "Go away. You have no thought to be here", she snapped quietly at the shadow.

[Assistant]
So they were entering a giant forest that likely could kill them if they didn't stay on the proper path. Oh yes. Dwarves and anything that wasn't elf would likely fall spellbound to whatever dark magic the forest was emitting from it, which meant that they only had so long before they were sure to go insane or something. Kili thought about their past little adventures, with the goblin king, the moving mountains, and the trolls. Biblo baggins had previously stated before they had been chased by those cursed Orcs that he believed the worse of their journey was over.

Kili hadn't believed that then, and he certainly didn't believe it now. Saeril's offer with holding her made Kili glance to the ground, hoping the older dwarves wouldn't chuckle at the elf's affection. He was young, but he was still a full grown dwarf. He sighed inwardly. His elf-mother was being protective. That wasn't a bad thing, that was just something that was happening.
"Thanks for the offer Master Elf, but I believe I can do fine walking on my own." Hopefully she wouldn't take offense to that. He would still be close on the trail. A regret though, was they didn't have horses any longer. Which meant the journey's urgency for completion just went up a notch.

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Tajjus had listened to the wizard and elfs talk, as he had listened to everyones. He remained walking by Saeril, his body seeming to swim through his surroundings. He could still track these dwarves by smell just fine, though he was not a creature specializing in smell, the herbal scents he'd dappled them with could be smelled uite some distance away. Still, he would have to follow them if he wished to stay alive on through this part of his travels. His next words were spoken as if he were smiling at the elf.
"My name is Tajjus." He stated simply, "I was offered a bounty for your head. Let me make that very clear." Tajjus seemed to pause, as he continued to tread next to her.
"Seeing as I dislike being threatened into hunting, and you seem to be more than the one-dimensional creature I heard of, I am going to see if you are worth helping rather than fighting. Give me reasons, I can be a valuable ally." He seemed to genuinely offer. He himself truly didn't like the thought of being given orders by the orcs, though he knew they'd appear again.

"The Orcs disclose Saeril. Pick your allies while you can, and know your enemies." Tajjus stated simply, before he seemed to vanish after he went by a tree. Something in his voice was more earnest than his previous visit, where his voice was more amused and reserved.

[User]
The offer was a protective one, indeed, but Saeril knew better not to baby her godsons all the time. After all, she only saw them when they were young dwarrows. Plus, their mother Dis was there to see to them, if she couldn't. But she didn't take offense at their respectful decline. "Very well", and with that, she led them into the dark and dense woodland.

She didn't feel the strong enchanting air begin to slowly take effect on herself, but she kept a close eye on her comrades. The trees were covering the sky, and the thickness of their stems cover all ways for escape. Only the path can lead them to the end. "The path turns this way", Dwalin, Thorin's tough and loyal comrade points out, as he uses the end of his ax to feel the ground for the path. They make their turn as they carried on till almost nightfall.

"Thorin... Oakensheild... King... Closer... Thorin.... Under The Mountain..."

A female whisper sounded to their leader as an object appeared before him, for only his eyes to see: a huge, golden gong-like mirror on a tree. The strange object had a hallow sound as it continued to whisper...

Oakenshield... Closer... Thorin...

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"I don't need other allies that worked for the enemy", once again, Saeril snapped in a whisper. "If only the Defiler would ever send a spy", no trust was ever present within the she-elf for this strange being called 'Tajjus'.


[System]
Sex: Misanthrope Motorcyclist
Age: 17
House: Stardust House

Duel Disk RUNNER: Fyodor's duel runner is a sleek, black motorcycle with no rims inside the wheels. When it is running it gives off a faint orange neon glow in the wheels and inside the wheels. His duel runner has an attachable component for his duel disk which Konstantinovich can remove and use separately if he so chooses. The duel disk is black and has a dark orange blade which is shaped like a scythe.

Personality: Konstantinovich is a rather miserable man. He is a bitter curmudgeon and lone wolf. While he claims to hate humanity alongside constantly wishing death among them, he does in fact yearn for people to be near him. This is solely because he wants people to be around to hear his dark and brooding monologues that he is fond of. The only things he truly loves are reveling in the mayhem of darkness and motorcycles.

History: Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich was a 'little miracle' to his family, namely because this was the first time his father was able to properly spawn a child with his wife. The boy who would become The Ghoulish Rider, Traveler of the Highway of Hell, lived in a cold, but not terribly dreary, cozy little town. From an early age Fyodor had a troubling temperament that worried those around him. He was always off on tangents of doom and despair and claiming he was sent by the Devil to make sure the world of man would be cloaked in his vision. In order to help cure this boy's melancholy his father made him work in his garage. For a brief period of time, it seemed that Fyodor was getting better as the boy did like getting to help in the workshop.

This was not the case, as Fyodor was simply biding his time to create a Duel Runner. At the stroke of midnight he rode from his home and across the bleak and snowy landscape to find other settlements of population to torment. He caused mayhem for quite sometime until he got involved in a crash accident, in which police were finally able to apprehend him. While it seemed likely Fyodor was doomed to perish in prison for the rest of his days, a Japanese man showed up out of the blue and managed to get the boy off scot-free. Well not exactly scot-free, because in exchange for freedom from prison he was essentially told that he would go to the Saotome Duel Institute.

Wish: To dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, after ensuring the world was engulfed by darkness and sin.

[SOLAR LEGACY] Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned
Level 8 Dark type Zombie/Synchro/Effect monster
3000 / 2800
(1 Zombie type tuner monster + Dokurorider)
As long as this card is on the field, your opponent cannot target anything else on your side of the field and can only attack this card. If this card is sent from the field to the graveyard, you can banish 1 zombie-type monster from the graveyard: Special Summon this card.

Monster Card
Mechanic of Dokurorider
Level 6 DARK Zombie/Tuner/Effect monster
1500 / 730
When this card is tributed for the Ritual Summon of "Dokurorider", you can special summon this card and its level becomes 2.

Spell Card
He's Going the Distance
Equip
Equip only to a "Dokurorider" monster. When an attack is declared involving the monster this card is equipped to, target up to three of your banished Zombie-type monsters: Shuffle that target(s) back into the deck. If you do, draw a card.

MONSTERS - 30
Castle of Dark Illusions x1
Pumpking the King of Ghosts x1
Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts x2
Clown Zombie x1
Armored Zombie x1
Dragon Zombie x1
Plaguespreader Zombie x3
Spirit Reaper x1
Pyramid Turtle x3
Il Bud x3
Zombie Master x3
Mezuki x2
Ghostrick Ghoul x2
Ghostrick Mummy x1
Ghostrick Skeleton x1
Ghostrick Warwolf x1
Summoned Skull x1
Dokurorider x1
Mechanic of Dokurorider* x1

SPELLS - 16
Revival of Dokurorider x1
Zombie World x2
Pyramid of Wonders x1
Temple of the Sun x1
Call of the Mummy x1
Foolish Burial x2
Book of Life x3
Pre-Preparation of Rites x1
Everliving Underworld Cannon x2
Overpowering Eye x1
He's Going the Distance x1*

TRAPS - 11
Call of the Haunted x2
Dark Illusion x2
Escape from the Dark Dimension x2
Shiranui Style Samsara x2
Tutan Mask x2
Trap of the Imperial Tomb x1

EXTRA DECK

MONSTERS
Revived King Has Des x1
Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned x1 [SOLAR LEGACY]

MONSTERS - 30
Castle of Dark Illusions x1
Pumpking the King of Ghosts x1
Pumprincess the Princess of Ghosts x2
Clown Zombie x1
Armored Zombie x1
Dragon Zombie x1
Plaguespreader Zombie x3
Spirit Reaper x1
Pyramid Turtle x3
Il Bud x3
Zombie Master x3
Mezuki x2
Ghostrick Ghoul x2
Ghostrick Mummy x1
Ghostrick Skeleton x1
Ghostrick Warwolf x1
Summoned Skull x1
Dokurorider x1
Mechanic of Dokurorider* x1

SPELLS - 16
Revival of Dokurorider x1
Speed Spell - Advanced Ritual Art x1
Speed Spell - Tribute to the Doomed x3
Speed Spell - Brain Control x1
Speed Spell - The Shallow Grave x2
Speed Spell - Acceleration Limiter x3
Speed Spell - Faustian Bargain x2
Speed Spell - Final Attack x1
Speed Spell - High Speed Crash x2

TRAPS - 11
Call of the Haunted x2
Dark Illusion x2
Escape from the Dark Dimension x2
Shiranui Style Samsara x2
Tutan Mask x2
Trap of the Imperial Tomb x1

EXTRA DECK

MONSTERS
Revived King Has Des x1
Dokurorider Heisei, Absolute Sovereign of the Damned x1 [SOLAR LEGACY]

[User]
Matt Ronwell

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Matt glanced at his ringing duel disk with mild curiosity. It really was wonderfully convenient. The annoucment was quite interesting, it seemed this would shake things up considerably, not for him of course but he could imagine those folks who used the extra deck and those pendulum monsters would have to get used to these changes. Matt shrugged and began looking for Lua to follow up on his duel request. He'd held off on the duel on account of having already gone through the tournament but today nothing really was going on except for classes and those random people that were supposed to show up.

[Assistant]
Carnel did what he could to grow more accustomed to his new home, going through his usual routines of getting ready for the day. He warmed himself up before jogging a few laps, getting his morning exercise in for the day. When he was done, he got ready to go get breakfast at the cafeteria. Ignoring the somewhat menacing appearance of the lunch man, Carnel approved of the quality of the meal he had received and found a spot to sit down and eat.

As he was eating, his Duel Disk suddenly lit up. Carnel, surprised, immediately turned to see what was going on. What was currently being shown was the image of Mokuba Kaiba, the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, and the sudden announcement of the new Link Summon mechanic completely caught Carnel off guard. Carnel took a couple moments to think about the new information, and found that he rather liked the new development. The majority of his decks never had a need for an Extra Deck, so he realized that he found himself with an advantage over others who relied on the Extra Deck for their main powerhouse monsters. Granted, the advantage would not last as people would eventually adapt to the new rules, so Carnel would make as much use of it as he could. The idea of the new Link Monsters was quite interesting as well, making Carnel wonder how well he could use them.

Finishing up the last of his breakfast, Carnel gathered his things and readied his Duel Disk. Carnel hoped to be one of the chosen for this new event. The idea of obtaining a Link Monster was a fascinating one, never mind one before most others could, and he did not intend to let it pass.

[User]
The natural acoustics of the area were for the most part sinister with the fact that it flaunted so little noise. Perhaps a little gust of wind would come through, and the insects would make their hisses and chirps, however for the most part it was quiet.

Of course this was due to the fact that The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell was in his Unholy Sanctuary. After all he had much work to accomplish here in one of the many inconspicuous and barren barn-houses that were the sole structures, if the fledgling convoy of the school bus and pick-up truck did not count, that remained in these withered rice fields. Perhaps when the time was right, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell would check his Private Investigator Office, or as some would call it a 'dorm room', to see if any students had left any notes pleading for the services of the Damned Detective. But his freelance work would have to come second to his primary work. And boy did The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell had much to do in his Demonic Diocese.

Currently the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell was inside one of those barn buildings on his territory. The structure was empty and only had The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell, the Pick-Up Truck which contained the scavenged pieces of the robotic officer and the Mechanic. What remained somewhat possibly fixable for the Duel Rider was located in another building in the Unholy Sanctuary. Fyodor stood next to the Pick-up that formerly belonged to the Mechanic, who was still tied up to the ladder and still would remain in that hostage situation until his morale improved and swore his eternal loyalty to both Konstantinovich and the Dark Prince.

And the mechanic had to mean it.

With a slow and steady swagger The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell stepped closer towards the mechanic. Curling his left hand into a fist Fyodor brought it up and rested it against his helmet. "Mechanic." The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell stated in address, "I will free you from the shackles of the divine. Yet you do you not make way for the Shepard of Fire. You will be most useful once you learn the ways."

He shook his head as he moved his left hand over his heart. Banging at his chest, The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell became more bombastic in his motions as he returned to speaking and began sermonizing. "Look at what has happened to you when you gave your loyalty to the Angels! HAS EVEN A SINGLE ONE NOTICED THAT YOU HAVE GONE MISSING!?" Fyodor mockingly performed large gestures of moving his head around as he extended out his arms far and wide. "Not a soul! Not even a peep. Face the fact that you were nothing before my neophyte captured you and brought you to me. It was part of His Infernal Will you know. He wanted to bring you to me; and so he made it so you did not fall out of that Pick-Up Truck when it went out of control. And do you know why he brought you to me?"

The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell walked directly next to the Mechanic and began to slowly stroke at his right cheek. "He knows you're special. I know you are special as well. Your skills, they were being wasted slaving away at this Academy. You were tasked with things that were too easy for your skillset, trust me I know. I have seen the contents of your toolbox and yes, while they are rather crude and on the whole unimpressive, I see the untapped nature yearning in your soul. But I can't do anything with you yet."

Fyodor shook his head as he gently patted the Mechanic's shoulder, "And that is because you refuse to open your soul to me and the Lord of the Flies. We simply want what is best for you; what you were meant to be. And I will cleanse the filth the Angels left upon your soul as I baptize in the flames of Hell. You just need to accept your destiny and stop struggling against it. I shall free you."

With that The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell walked away from the Mechanic and made his way to the pick-up truck. The bed of the truck was opened fully and had the scavenged parts of the officer in place there. Fyodor picked out a tool as he stared down at the wrecked scrap and began to work. "You shall be the first of many. A cyborg, well okay I know you are a robot but cyborg sounds cooler, who shall roam the world under my complete obedience. You will walk the path of Hell and help bring forth the Empire of Hell on Earth. BWAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" cackled out Konstantinovich as he took the tools and began to work on reconstructing the robot into the state he needed it.

But alas his work was interrupted as his duel disk activated and brought forth the lecture from President Mokuba. Underneath the helmet of The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell there was surely an expression to be had. But this was just between him and the Devil.

"So..." Fyodor mused as he placed down the tool and walked a bit away from the Pick-up. "Visitors."

The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell threw his arms up to the sky as his body began twitching. "My message will spread even further and faster! Satan has bestowed me another unique opportunity." he spoke, each word dripping with glee as he began rubbing his arms over his torso. After a long period of that particular gesture he raised his right fist into the air. "HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN!"