[System]
-Image- He's grown a beard recently (he only shaved it during his service because someone said it'd make him look like Lincoln). still wear's the hat.

Present

Personal Quote: "Jaysus, Mary 'n Joseph; Oy need a drink.."
Gender: Man

Race: Irish (at this point in history "White" did not include the Irish, among other groups)

Nationality: Irish-American (Immigrant)

Age: 48

Occupation: Formerly a Union soldier in The Irish Brigade, currently unemployed and looking for something to do with himself.

Family: Only son of a family he'd lost to famine back in Ireland.

Horse: Gunpowder (he quickly became a fan of Washington Irving when he came to America)

Possessions: Plain clothes, still keeps his old uniform, and field equipment (including his rifle, which he carries openly). Also packed a few changes of clothes, and a handful of money he managed to save from his military service. Keeps a flask with the imprint of his family's/clan's heraldry.

Skills: Colm and the 88th New York Regiment had seem some combat, and though he never saw recognition for his service, he prided himself on his ferocity in combat. He's a quick reload with rifle, and wields it effectively as a blunt weapon as well. He's even attempted (still working on) effective reloading *while* engaged in combat, such as delivering a kick or a shoulder-check. The repeater rifles do have a certain, appeal, though... He's got some limited farming skills, and is likely to establish a homestead in the near future. Knows old Irish folklore. Speaks Gaelic and English.

Personality: Colm is a grumpy sort, a bit disgruntled and disturbed by his experiences in the Union Army (his feelings about the whole conflict were complicated, but he was eager to prove himself a good American at the time). He can have a quick temper, and has begun drinking more than he should (being Irish, many don't claim to notice a difference). He tries to assume the best in others, and is quick to defend individuals he feels are being mistreated.

Likes/Dislikes: Good whiskey, venison, cards and pub games, is becoming fascinated with Indigenous culture.

Backstory (optional): Colm Lost his family when he was still in Ireland; between sickness, and famine, his Father ordered him to flee to America while he still could. It was that, or see the family line end with him. He was eager to earn good money and prove his place as an American, and was quickly taken in by Army Recruiters. Over time, his position in the Union Army created a rift between himself and the New York Irish, effectively isolating him psychologically. He was part of the army efforts to quell the New York Draft Riots, and it more or less broke him. He turned in a mediocre performance leading up to the end of his term of service, only stepping up where he might die, otherwise, and took to drinking to cope. None the less, he went on to serve in some of the Indian Wars, as well. It was during that ending chapter of his military service that he really lost his taste for soldiering; even began looking at his "fellow Americans" the way he and his family used to look at the English, for how they treated the people under their boots (General Sherman, in particular, was what he charmingly referred to as a "Roight *mean* old bastard"). Eventually he quit the army, and headed west. He kept his rifle and uniform, however, still, in someway, proud to say he "fought the good fight" (even if expressing this meant picking a fight with former confederates, and other Irish). He'd heard rumors (to which he didn't pay close enough attention) of the state of things in Longwater, was reminded, in an odd sort of way, of Ireland, and is eager to establish roots away from the States.

[User]
Colm hesitated to respond to the young woman that addressed him. He was trying to make arrangements for temporary lodging, and was of a mind to reprimand her for interrupting a conversation between men. Her attention quickly came to focus on a rather green looking young man, though, so, he had a glass of whiskey and let it go.

Seemed to be a rather young crowd, so far. He smiled to himself as he wondered how many of them even knew how to play cards, let alone what to do with a saloon girl.

He muttered to himself, "Ní raibh mé ag iarraidh labhairt leat, ar aon nós."

After he finished settling his bill for the five shots he had, and opened a tab for his room, he put his belongings into his room, and locked the door. Colm raised his eyebrows, and grinned as he heard what had to be the local clergy outside. "Well, now, that's a man o' the cloth, if e'er oi heard one!" He walked out the door, rifle still slung on his shoulder, "Come on, now, Father! Oi don't think you're bein' entoirly fair! After all, everyone knows The Lord invented whiskey to stop the oirish from conquerin' the world!" He took a step down to stand level with the man, "The way oi see it, than, oim not engagin' in degeneracy, good sir; oim keepin' the peace, an' doin' The Lord's will!" He smiled wide as he held out his hand to shake.

He was intrigued by the talk of devilry, but he was also building a good buzz as the whiskey settled, so he was more inclined to mischief than investigation at the moment.

[Assistant]
Father stone appraised the drunk Irishman who stood before him. The man smelled awful and appeared to be uneasy on his feet as the man offered the preacher a shaky hand.

"My son," Stone began, even though the other man was clearly much older than him. "Drinking to excess is a sin, and much more so in broad daylight." The preacher turned to the tall man in a duster with a smile. Finally, he found someone who cared for their own soul.

"The cemetery is defiled. The bodies of our flock have gone missing." he said. "The sheriff is investigating, but what can a man do against the devil?"
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Josh kneeled at one of the graves, examining the freshly dug hole. The grave maker was still intact, indicating that this grave had belonged to Bill Hatfield. Bill had been dead for about six years now, having been hung by the previous sheriff for murder and larceny.

When the voice of young Christina Emerson sounded from behind him, Deputy had already sauntered over to her. The perceptive dog could tell she was upset, and tried to nuzzle her hand and whine for attention.

Josh didn't know Christina that well, only having done some business with her competitor, Doctor Baum. But she deserved to know what was going on.

"I don't know, kid. None of this makes sense. Some of these bodies are decades old. Why on earth would someone go through the trouble of digging up some old bones? And how could they have done it without anyone noticing?"

[User]
Kira remained in the saloon, sighing softly as she drank shot after shot until she consumed enough to put her down for a while. She devoured alcohol like her life depended on it, soon her voice and the words she spoke were slurred. She gazed into the man's eyes that she was speaking to. She wanted to be numb of any and all emotions, not wanting to feel anything but truly emotionless. She was highly upset earlier in the day because of hearing news of her loverr's untimely passing, he sadly suffered because of a severe illness and was not able to recover, perishing days later but atleast he was not in suffering anymore. He was put to rest a day ago and she attended his funeral but right now all she wanted to do was unwind and become less intense. She stayed where she was sitting, soon feeling beyond the gates of what was human feelings.

She sighed blissfully, feeling as if she was in her own slice of heaven. She waited for the man to speak of his testimony of what his name was. She was unaware that outside the walls of the saloon the presence of her beloved's remains were disturbed from their eternal rest. She would have probably freaked out if that happened so it was probably best that she was not in the cemetary anyway. She ordered a single sandwich and some soup and began to nibble upon it and sipped the soup, not exactly knowing why but she was hungering for it to fill her empty insides. What she was not aware of was that she may have been with child and she would soon learn that she she was. It would be something she would hold close to her heart as the only thing left of her human lover.

She soon was finished with it, picking up a napkin and gently tapping her lips with it as to not smudge her ruby red lipstick with it. She sighed once more in delight, feeling as if she could conquer the world now that she was buzzed and filled with a plentiful meal of meat and vegetables that were nestled between the the pieces of soft wheat bread. Life was so much like sipping a fine bottle of wine and right now she wanted to remain numb like this without a single care in the world.

She silently prayed in her mind that she would be able to see her father one day, but not anytime soon. She closed her eyes, sending the mental prayer to a god who would probably not receive her. She may have been a vampire but she still believed in God and found herself praying to him in times of doubt and uncertainty. She was not a monster like many thought of her bloodline and species were like. She may have fed on humans but that was just to survive. She still had a heart and she still had feelings and emotions like humans had.

[Assistant]
Location: Saloon | Interation: @Silentfeather

 "Kira, huh?" Jack turned direction and leaned his back leisurely upon the bar, using his elbows to casually prop himself up. He took in the scenery and watched the patrons, picking up little observations here and there. With his gaze distant, he continued, "Well you must be really proud for $200." Despite some effort, he couldn't hide his smirk from forming before he finally gave Kira his full attention once more. "Jack," he stated simply, finally answering the woman's question. He touched the front rim of his black hat with the tip of his index finger before giving it a tug in tandem with a shallow nod, an informal 'how do ya do'.

 The words of the frantic priest outside broke through the static of the bar sounds around him. Jack's eyebrow raised at the talk of The Devil walking among them. A vision of him sitting opposite a red, horned and bearded individual, both with cards in their hands and a mountain of chips stacked up between them, had briefly entered his mind. Curiosity and excitement sent impulses to the roots of Jack's arm hairs, causing a chill. Wouldn't that be the game of a lifetime, he thought.

 "If only it were so," he finally said aloud to his new female associate. "The Devil among us..." He gave a cheesy grin before turning back toward the bar itself. With a silent gesture, he called the keep over for another round before slamming it down. The alcohol was doing its job; a welcome buzz fell over Jack's body. It was the state of mind that he called home, where he was his happiest. "Well, I find myself divided, Miss Kira. Half of me wants to see what sort of entertainment that barker outside could provide. The other half wants to get to work on rebuilding my bankroll." His eyes squinted as his crooked smile grew. "Though, I suppose the true suckers don't come out until nightfall," he stated, nodding toward an underpopulated card table.

[User]
Achille shook his head in a mix of slight amusement and disappointment towards the drunk Irishman. Despite his status back at home, Achille never found much joy in alcohol despite it's popularity even in the big cities. Ironically his experience with alcohol normally involved him having to 'take care of' certain individuals whose drunken words tended to wrong those he was affiliated with. Turning back towards the preacher, Achille debated Father Stone's words. In all of his travels this would be a first... an entire cemetery plus the local flock having been tampered with? Surely the one responsible possessed extraordinary abilities... and the sheriff would likely be looking for help. How fitting that upon his arrival, he would stumble into another delay in his hunt for the renegade. No matter.

"Sometimes Father, the Lord sends those capable of dealing justice." Achille stated, his voice strong with conviction as he drew the revolver on his right hip. In a quick display, Achille twirled the orate weapon skillfully around his trigger fury before returning the weapon back to it's decorated hoister. It was a brief display, an irrelevant gun trick to many but if it could convince the preacher of his skill, it was worth the little show. "If you know anything else, I'm open ears. I'm willing to assist the sheriff in any way I can when he returns." Achille looked back towards the drunk, even in his guarded appearance you can still feel the weight of his eyes.

"After all. Someone has too. Not all of are in the right of state of mind."

[Assistant]
He raised his eyebrows at the mention of mass grave robbing. "Jaysus, Mary 'n Joseph..." He crossed himself, even if only out of habit. Perhaps, also, the Father's criticism stung a bit...

He stroked his chin as he listened to them speak (and resisted the urge to snap at the stranger's looks of disapproval), leaning on a pole as they went on. When he'd finished, though, he'd had quite enough of the strangers scorn.

He straightened himself up, "Now listen 'ere, lad, oi don't wear this 'ere hat, and carry this 'ere roifle as a fashion statement. If'n you're disencloined to loike me, foine than, an' do well to leave me alone." He went over, untied his horse, and mounted as he finished. "And as for what oim capable?" He gave a conspicuous look up and down this person, "Oi'd reckon oi've been about, doin' deeds before you were but a gleem in yer Da's oyes, and seen things that'd droive a man to his knees in prayer... You don' tell me of what a man is capable." He gave a nod to the clergyman, "Sunday, than? Good day, Father."

And with that, he urged Gunpowder to move in the direction of the sheriff's station. It wasn't his intention to go looking for trouble, but than again, he probably should have thought of that before running off to a town said to be home of spooky things going on. Perhaps it was divine providence, than, he came to a town such as this, when they might be in need of men who knew how to fight in an organized fashion?


[System]
Age: 15

Gender: M

Hobbies:
- Drawing, painting, photography
- Hiking and long walks
- Taking care of his pet lizard (a male grey-coloured blue-tongued skink, named Sora)
- Playing video games

Pet Peeves:
- Team sports
- Crowds (being squished between all the people)
- Having to repeat himself
- People bugging him (e.g. being told something more than once when it's unnecessary)

Base Power: Telekinesis. At its basic level, Akio can levitate and manipulate small and light objects within his line of sight using his mind (though gestures can help him visualize what he wants to do more easily). He isn't sure, but his powers are probably connected with the fact that one set of his grand-grandparents owned and managed a small temple.

History: Middle school was probably the time Akio truly realized how different he was from the other children. Even though his parents and some teachers noticed even earlier that he had an "overactive imagination," it didn't trouble him personally until he made the mistake of mentioning it too many times to his school-mates. They first thought he was just playing around, but eventually either accused him of being a liar or simply got annoyed with him. As such, Akio delved rather strongly into several solitary activities.

He got into video games initially just to blend in with others a bit more, which at least prevented him from being a complete loner. His parents tried their all to be as supportive as they could, but Akio knew they worried the more the older he was. Eventually, he simply learned to say that fantasy really interested him, and his mum and dad were both relieved once he convinced them he didn't believe those things to be real anymore. His dad took him hiking on the rare occasions he had the time to do so, and his mam helped him take care of Sora when he first got him for his 12th birthday, showing him how to prepare the lizard's food and the like. Akio basically got whatever games and other material possessions he wanted, because his parents believed that was much healthier than him going around trying to convince people spirits were real.

His parents even took him once to a particular temple once, and he learned that it once belonged to their family, though someone else obtained it some decades ago. That visit started Akio's photo album dedicated solely to temples and shrines, though his attempts to capture a spirit on film have been in vain. He does still secretly keep a sketch-book for depicting the occasional spirit he sees, but he has also drawn and painted several that he only found about on the internet. His efforts to adapt to society's expectation has gained him the select few friends in school, though he's still more of a quiet and solitary boy.

Supernatural History: He was very, very young, somewhere at the start of elementary school perhaps, and he had wandered into a forest, getting a bit lost as he curiously went from tree to tree to explore. On the way, he met a very pretty lady standing by a tree and he wanted to ask her the way out. He was almost dazzled by how beautiful she was, but thankfully managed to catch the creepy factor to the scene in time. An incredibly tiny arm, red as if from blood, slowly began descending from the tree and made grabbing motions at him. The lady tried to distract him, but Akio wrenched his gaze away, turned in the other direction and ran. He ran, and ran, eventually making it out of the forest and home. He still remembers that one tree and had avoided that one forest for years, only a year or so ago managing to overcome his fear enough to give it another visit. Even though he had been young and terrified back then, he had indeed drawn about the event. Naturally, his parents weren't overjoyed when he showed them the picture and half in excitement half in fear tried telling them all about the pretty lady who almost got him murdered. This was one of the major events that made him somewhat more cautious about what to tell whom.

[User]
Saito Ryuuji

Yume Park wasn't a particularly bustling location. It was popular among joggers, or people looking for romantic walks alone; people went there for the peace, quiet, and natural serenity that the place offered. The entrance of the park had a fountain and a few benches, but the majority was comprised of paths leading into the woods. The paths were occasionally adorned with lucky statues or bits of flowers, but for the most part, nature was given free reign.

Saito arrived at the park, bag slung over his shoulder, newspaper folded beneath his arm, and smiled when he saw that two club members had already arrived. Their flame manipulator, Nova, was reading a book, presumably waiting for everyone else to arrive, but Saito was particularly happy to see Akio practicing his telekinesis. The boy was concentrating very hard on his task, so much so that he didn't seem to notice Saito walking up to him. Saito was about to chastise him for losing his sense of awareness, but then he saw the task he was working on. The intricate knots, the fine control... it was exactly the kind of training newbies hated doing, and yet here he was doing such a strenuous task of his own accord.

Saito watched Akio practice for a few more minutes before finally speaking up. "You're doing good," he said in a soft voice, hoping not to startle the boy. "I know it doesn't seem like much right now, but refined control like that is the foundation of real power." He smiled and gave Akio a pat on the back. "Stay diligent and you may even save the world one day." He laughed and started heading over to the bench to wait for the others. Akio seemed like a shy kid, so he didn't wanna disturb him too much.

Ayame Masahiro

Ayame listened to Sora's explanation and then shook her head. Things were a bit different for me. Apparently I don't have yokai blood or anything like that. I've just got one inside me... or something. I'm still not completely sure how possession works. But, the weird things didn't start until I met this dying fox. I started having strange dreams and seeing things out of the corner of my eye. I felt like the people around me knew what was going on more than I did. People would just avoid me, but now I guess it was really the fox that they were scared of. I guess it's kind of a relief." It felt strange talking so openly about these things. If she told anyone else, they would just look at her like she was crazy, but apparently people like Sora thought everyone else was crazy for not believing.

Ayame then looked over at Alice who seemed to be following them blindly as she didn't know where the park was. "I know where it is. My mom made me practically memorize the city map before I walked to school. She didn't want me getting lost. You can follow me." And so, Ayame led the others to Yume park, a smile forming on her lips as the four of them slowly became friends. When they finally got there, it seemed they were not the first to arrive. Two of the club members, as well as the president, were already there.

[Assistant]
As everyone was gathering at the park Akira decided to make his entrance, the Akira way a.k.a the most over the top fashion possible. "Watch the hell out ya bastards, I seem to be doing a lot of falling today!" From the air was the delinquent riding a beat up old metal sign that seemed to have ripped out from it's base and was currently being used as a snowboard.

Akira and his board flew over head as he crashed into the grass and stuck the landing as piece of the ground flew around him. "Oh, I'm here." Arika states in a matter of fact tone before walking over to a red colored vending machine and took the time to contemplate what to get from the machine, though he didn't seem to give much of a glance towards conventional drinks, before slamming down on one of the oval buttons right under "Pancake Drink."

Akira took the orange and white beverage and popped it open, taking a sip before walking back to the hunter's club and squatting down like the punk he was. "What's up? Oh, and nice cradle, psychic man. Akira asked the group, having no intentions to explain his over the top entrance or even acknowledge it. Though it would seem that his list of nicknames increased.

[User]
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"Haaa, so tired." Flopping down onto her bed, Suzue hugged the pillow and yawned tiredly. Getting home was easy. Dealing with her siblings were not. She had to deal with Seiko who was being bullied by Keiko. The twins never seemed to get along so she was always being mediator. One of her younger brothers had failed one of their school exams and she had to scold him a little. Another got into trouble for fighting at school. Not to mention she had to immediately cook for them when she got home. All in all, it was a tiring day, and it wasn't even over yet. She had to go to the Park for that Club. Honestly, she just wanted to not go. Curl up, put on some american metal and just watch people beat the snot out of each other on a sports channel.

Ah, why couldn't she have someone doting on her like she doted on her siblings?

Rolling over and sitting up, she walked over to her closet. Well, might as well get dressed, but what should she wear? Dress? Her Leather jacket and jeans? Hmm, no, don't want to shock her club mates too soon. Something simple, yet elegant. Hmm...a light blue blouse with some boots and a skirt should be fine. Quickly tossing off her clothes, she began to get dressed when she noticed she had someone watching her from her doorway.

"...Hmm, watching people get dressed is a bad habit, Keiko." Suzue smiled, turning her head in the direction of the door.

"Ah..." Being discovered, she poked her head fully through the door. "Sis is getting dressed! You goin' out?"

"Yes," Suzue replied, pulling on her blouse. "I'll probably be out late, so make sure your brothers and sisters behave, alright?"

"Where you goin?"

"Oh, just to the park. The club I mentioned is meeting there."

"...you got a boyfriend, didn't ya?"

"...huh? Whatever makes you think I got one of those?" While a nice thought, Suzue wasn't particularly interested in such a relationship.

"So you got a girlfriend then!?" Seiko seemed a little more upset at that thought than the previous one.

"What makes you think your sister even swings that way? Better yet, where did you even learn of such relationships. I don't need to go through your internet history, do I?" Suzue sighed, but the suggestion caused Keiko to visibly recoil. Keiko was going to start trouble again, wasn't she? Fufu, perhaps she could have her fun here as well. "...but if I did, you know what's going to happen right?" A smile crept across her face as she walked out the door to her room. "They'll take me from you, and you'll never see me again~" She gave Keiko a brief flick on the nose, causing the smaller kid do let out a cry of surprise and a brief yelp.

"W-what hey that's no fair! Suzue is my big sister!"

"Fufu, better hope I don't then, right?"

"I'm telling everyone else!" Before Suzue could stop her, Keiko ran off down the hallway "SUZUE'S GOT A BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND AND THEY'RE GONNA TAKE HER FROM US!" Laughing quietly, Suzue left her home and headed for the park. Hmm, maybe she should invite the club over for a study session or just hanging out later. Watching them play with her siblings would be indeed, quite fun.

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Arriving at the park, it seemed like she was one of the last ones there this time. Understandable, since she had take quite some time to get ready in the first place. It seemed like a few were already practicing their abilities. Hm. She hadn't had much time to get better with her thread weaving since she had been so busy, but she should probably find some time to do that. More importantly, it seemed Akira had just made a rather dangerous and quite ridiculous entrance. Bag slung over her shoulder, she gave him a concerned frowned.

"Akira, that's dangerous. Please don't do something so foolish. You might hurt yourself." walking over to the president, she smiled. "Sorry for the lateness." Suzue apologized "My siblings were quite the handful...Keiko insisted I take her so she could 'protect me from this vicious individual who was obviously dating me'." Suzue laughed lightly, standing next to the sitting president.

[Assistant]
Involved in making his cat's cradle with the help of telekinesis, Akio felt his fingers starting to get sore – there were already red rope imprints running along all ten of them – due to the improper type of a rope he was using and was even aware of sweat beginning to accumulate on his forehead. He thought of making just three more shapes or so before quitting for the time being but was interrupted by a quiet masculine voice speaking up right next to him. Akio startled slightly and looked up at Saito in surprise. Oh, how could he have not noticed the teen standing right next to him? That- that was just so rude and…and extremely embarrassing. Thankfully, if quite unexpectedly, the president just complimented him. And encouraged him. "Oh. Oh, thank you. I'll keep that in mind," Akio replied in just as low of a tone as Saito had used.

Before he could begin disentangling his intricate rope creation still settled on his fingers, however, the blonde delinquent, Akira, once again made a memorable entrance. And once again, Akio gaped at him in horrified astonishment. But he could probably honestly say that at least this time, he clicked his mouth shut faster than on the previous similar occasion. The blonde decided to compliment him as well, and Akio blinked once, slowly, as he contemplated how unlikely it was that he had just been subjected to two subsequent interactions that he hadn't even imagine could or would happen. "Thank you, Akira," Akio replied nevertheless – politely, because he definitely didn't want to find himself on the bad side of this particular boy.

Akio then finally untangled the cat's cradle, stored the rope back into his bag, and rubbed his fingers to get the blood there back to circulating properly. He shouldered his bad, and went to hover besides Saito to wait for his instructions, standing at a polite distance both from the club president and the girl standing next to him. And gods, did he wish that he at least knew the brownie girl's name! The name of a person who was willing to share such treats freely was worth knowing, but unfortunately, he did not. He was just contemplating whether to simply ask or not, when he heard part of what she had said to Saito. "You have siblings?" Akio asked curiously, not having much (or any) experience interacting with younger children. "Ah, sorry," he smiled somewhat weakly at her, his mind insistently screaming at him that this was a good opportunity and that he shouldn't let it pass by. "I'm Akio, as you may already know. I'm afraid I hadn't caught your name earlier, however." He gave her what he hoped was a polite and earnest look, though he had the niggling suspicion that his neutral expression would, as it often did, come across as cold.


[System]
Race: Human

Sex: Female

Age: 17

Class/Job: Warrior (Upgrade to Paladin later if possible through Eludin's instruction)/ Lumber Mill Worker and Part-Time Hunter

Description: a tall, slender girl with muscled shoulders, waist-length golden hair, and dark brown eyes

Biography: Alice's whole life has been in and around Reisui. Her father was a guardsman who married one of the village women and the two were content to live there for many years with many children and great-grandchildren. Yet for some reason, Alice was their first and only after ten years of marriage. They were glad to have had Alice for six years, but were disappointed to not have given her any siblings. They were about to consult the wizard after the father got back from investigating a bandit report. But the men returned with the father's gear and reported how Alice's father was killed in an ambush, saving every other man and defeating that bandit gang for good.

The two were in shock for a while after, though Alice came to rally herself up enough to take care of things around the house while her mother just stayed in her daze. She came to recover some when Alice was eight though has never fully recovered. It came to Alice's shoulders then to provide a living for the two, working at the lumber mill, where she developed her strength. When food was running scarce, she made a longbow and arrows out of some of the wood scraps and branches from the lumber yard. It took her a couple of times, but she became quite proficient with the bow and was able to hunt enough food for herself and her mother and sell some of it to the Bloodmoon sisters for their inn (though she suspects they might just buy it to be charitable).

But Alice hated it that her mom was still so withdrawn. But she found a solution at last, and then with a heavy heart, helped an old boyfriend of her mom who still loved her win her back. They were married this last year, and though the sight hurts her, Alice is glad that her mother is happy again. She has kept working at the lumber mill and hunting though to support her family and to save some money of her own. Now that her mother is taken care of, Alice is starting to wish for a change of scenery, an adventure. She's tried to at least get adventure and revenge multiple times by trying to join townsmen groups going out to hunt bandits. But she's always refused since she's young and is only self-taught with her sword and shield. But she keeps trying anyway and even thinks of following the next group sent after bandits with or without an invitation.

Possessions:
Weapons- A steel longsword, a kite shield, used by her late father, and a longbow she carved herself from wood in the lumberyard

(except for a real belt around her waist for her quiver and sheath)
with this cape over it

and brown leather boots
Armour- A leather breastplate she acquired for hunting expeditions
Other- A small silver necklace that belonged to her mother with a oak-like tree on the pendent

Demeanor: Tough as nails yet not cynical, Alice has learned to survive with her grief while still holding on to the principles her parents taught her. Yet a spark in her wants revenge against the bandits who killed her father and another wants to go on an adventure away from this small town, see the world and do something to truly make him proud. Also, she has a fascination with the outside world and with weapons.

[User] Alice used the more direct approach, she charged forward towards the two closest orcs, wondering just how this stoneskin would affect her. As one orc charged towards prepared to ax bash her head, the huntress reflected again just how crazy this would have been if the orc group had been bigger. As the shield caught the blow and the village girl pirouetted underneath, slashing the orc's legs with her steel on the way, she reflected that she had proved herself crazy as well when she put her own hand on the satyr's shoulder and agreed to continue on this quest. And she was really being crazy now as she shoved the leg-slashed orc away with her shield arm and used her sword to temporarily deflect the other orc before being able to swing her shield at him. Then the blond realized something,"Where is the warg?"

[Assistant]
The last remaining warg was waiting for the most opportune moment to strike. Watching both women fight their chosen opponents. The warg would pace as he did this, waiting like a patient hunter. With all the fighting it did not want a orc accidentally hitting it with a axe or sword. For now it will wait, but even it was feeling a bit uneasy about this fight. One orc and its companion were down for the count. All that stood between life and death right now for it were four orcs who were no doubt fighting for their lives. Both of it's prey looked to be very skilled in their way of combat. For instance, it turned its head towards the elf woman and her large wings and twin elven blades, as she used the power and strength of a divine soul to push the orc back. To dislodge said orc she flapped her wings in the orcs direction causing a gust of wind to hit him just enough to have him stumble backwards. That was when Eirika struck, she lunged forward with her two swords hitting them up towards the axe launching it out of the orcs hands and into the dirt behind her. She then stabbed her two swords into his belly. The blades poking out barely out the back. The orc however counter measured by thrusting its head forward smashing it against hers. The stone skin took its effect though and what the orc thought was just flesh felt like he just hit his head against a stone wall.

 He felt a surge of pain right away. Eirika then kicked with her foot pushing him off her blades. She then slashed with her right cutting across his jugular. The orc instinctively brought it's hands up to his neck to try and stop the bleeding but it was too late. She stood there and sighed and then remembered the other orc. This time she was too late, the orc came up behind her and wrapped its arms around her body and lifted her up and began to squeeze. Even with the stone skin she was beginning to feel the orc's strength match up against hers. She felt it was hard to breathe and felt she needed to do something quick. She turned her blades around and swung behind her. The blades hit the orcs side and all the creature did was grimace. She cursed and pulled the blades out and re positioned them to strike upwards and behind her. This time the blades nailed him under the shoulder in the arm pits. This action caused him to drop her, but doing so caused him to lose his arms as her next action was to turn around instantly and slash. Her opponents were done for. The warg watching this decided that it had seen enough. It fled into the woods hoping to get away from the two warriors.

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The leg slashed orc desperately crawled and reached out for the human warrior's ankle, not wanting it said that a mere human had bested him. But Alice had seen the motion, and prepared. While the other orc still tried to push through her shield, which was surprisingly easier than she expected, she bent backwards and preformed a backwards cut at his neck. Bloodly liquid poured out and the orc collasped in to the snowy ground. The village girl then tried for a belly thrust of her remaining opponent, but he parried, pushed her blade to the side, and tried his own thrust.

The blond girl countered by sidesteping and catching the blade with her shield. Then while the orc was still vulnerable, she turned towards its side and stabbed through the exposed armpit. She then slid her blade up and prepared for a counterattack. But it never came. The orc collapsed from the blood coming forth and rested finally into the snow. Alice breathed heavily, not so much from exhaustion as of something she counldn't quite finger. The sight to the blood on her sword seemed to sicken her. As she tried wiping it off on the snow, Alice reflected upon their fallen foes resemblance to the blacksmith.

But she just kept shaking it off as well as the feeling of repulsion, thinking she shouldn't feel this way. Never hearing about the normal symptoms to killing humans and their kin, even if they acted monsterish most of the time. The village girl then turned to the one Veo had shot and spotted the blue gem. She storde over and picked it up, sheathing her sword and placing her shield as she went. "Well, here's your jewel, Mr. Veo,"Alice said as she held it out to him. "Whoever this is for must be really lucky."

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Veo looked to at the sound of his name being called. He then saw the blue gem as it sparkled from what remained of the sun as it lowered ever closer to the ground. He put his crossbow away in its place on his back and took slow steps towards it. He then began to speak words that not even he knew he was saying out loud. "Finally, she will have it at last, it's beauty will mirror the one it is for...." He said as he reached her and slowly retrieved the blue gem from her hands. He then looked up towards her and smiled. His free hand clasping hers. "Thank you miss Alice, you do not know how much I appreciate this. It will be a great gift, for a most wonderful and mystical woman." He held it in his hand and lifted it up into the sky to watch the suns rays bounce off of it. He then placed it in his pouch and he had to bring the hand up once more to brush the tear from his eyes. "Finally I have my object of proposal. Just the gem though. This woman is a natural beauty who is one with the nature she surrounds herself with. There for no gold or silver shall touch it." He said as he patted his side. He then looked to the two elves and nodded in their direction.
"All three of you will be well paid for this, do not worry." He then took a glance around their surroundings and took note of the tracks of the fleeing warg.

 "No time for celebrating just yet, we must go now before it returns with more friends." He said. He then looked to the sun and sighed. How much time had passed through this little adventure. He had no idea they had spent so much time outside. It felt like it was only mere minutes not hours. He sighed and then looked to the path they had come from. He then began to take that one path once more. Once they made it to the road they would make it back to the village. He would pay this trio and then head off towards the lake. He only hoped she would accept his gift for what it was and accept him as well. Perhaps she would even move into the village. That was doubtful ,but it would give the village a little extra protection from the outside world. He wouldn't mind at all if he had to move his shop to her location though either. He would find a way though. He then took a glance at Alice and then towards the blood. "It felt different then you expected didn't it? Taking the life of someone even though it was a orc. The first times are always the toughest." He said.

 Eirika used the cloth from the orcs to clean the blood from her swords. She did not want her fine weapons to rust. She then sheathed them and looked about the battle field as small as it was. It was only a small camp, nothing much to it really. She then noticed in one of the tents a bundle of swords. Rapiers and short swords mainly ,but they were weapons. They must have been taken from the bandits. She walked over and pried them out and held the bundle under her arm. She then noticed the gem as she heard Alice's words. It truly was beautiful as the shop keeper had said. She then watched Veo, the satyr, step towards it tears in his eyes as he seemed lost in his feelings. She recognized such feelings and his chosen words that were spoken only proved it. He was in love and the gem was for a lucky woman. Who apparently lived outside the village and at the lake too. She rose a brow and was curious for a minute and then listened to his next movements. They were to leave and go back towards the village. She nodded and watched him walk off. She then followed in behind him and she could feel the warmness of the sun and looked to it. It would be dark soon and with it the freezing cold of the winter. If they needed to stop she would be prepared for them to do so. She had a few spells that she could cast to better their stay at night.

 Elduin but a arrow back in its quiver and placed his bow in its place on his back. He then proceeded to follow the group. His thoughts of the matter he kept to himself. Taking small glances back towards the orcs. They would remove their heads and offer them to the Jarl ,but he did not know how the huntress would feel about it. Her reaction to the blood of the orcs was evidence of that. She was new to this kind of combat. However, the heads would provide a good income for them. He decided to go back for a short while drawing out his own sword. He then very cleanly removed the heads from the orcs and constructed a make shift bag from one of the tents to hold them. Once all five heads were securely placed in the bag. He looked for the mule which was showing itself once more as the fighting had stopped. He moved over to it and tied the bag in place. He then cleaned his blade and sheathed it. He then began to walk the mule in behind the group rejoining them from the back.

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Alice's gaze turned back to the bodies in the snow, the satyr's words about the stone's beauty seeming distant and far away. The village girl tried to force back into her mind that these orcs would probably slaughter the town like they had slaughtered the bandits, but it still didn't remove the pain, the guilt she felt. But there was nothing to feel guilty about, even the blacksmith would have killed them and he was of their kin. But she did, and the idea of turning the heads in to the Jarl made her feel even guiltier.

"It felt different then you expected didn't it?" said Veo, bringing Alice back to reality. "Taking the life of someone even though it was a orc. The first times are always the toughest."

"I don't know what I expected,"replied the blond, joining with Veo as he started on the path back. "I thought I was prepared to kill bandits, to have... closure about what happened to my father. But if I had trouble with killing orcs, how can I possible stand killing human bandits?"


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**Age:** 17

**Gender:** Female

**Race:** Human

**Weapon:** Priscilla's weapon is called _**Beauty's Thorn**_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously.

**Specialty:** Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items.

**Semblance:** Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field.

**Personality:** Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done.

**Color:** Pink

**Emblem:** Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?

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Geni's tail flicked around agitatedly, this faunas was kind of weird. Although Geni had made it a rule not to judge people, it was kind of hard to do so when the guys you set next to looked like he wanted to bite the hell out anything that moved. Geni a mental note not to make this guy is mad, it might be the end of him.

"Interesting weapon it is." He said nervously. "Your weapon looks like a real killer, mind if I take a swing." He said with a smile.

This Tiger Faunas was the first faunas he had a real calm conversation with since the Mokuren incident. He hoped that this conversation would turn out better than the last one. Geni then noticed another faunas in the room, and this time it was a girl. Geni had unusually bad luck with girls, but that did not stop himself from flirting or talking to them.

"Excuse me for one moment." He said to the tiger faunas before he could respond to his earlier request. He stood up and walked over to the woman's table.

She was an unusual faunas, she was kind of like a bird, that was different, and she was dressed well for a student.

"Hello, my name is Geni, but you can call me Genie." He said holding his hand out for her to shake. "Your a new student, huh, well, I guess a new, new student." He said jokingly.

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She said yes! She said yes! Robert had to use all of his self-control to keep himself from jumping up and down in excitement, and verbally expressing it as well. He almost couldn't believe it. The only physical sign of his almost overwhelming joy was the ridiculous grin he had on his face. As Priscilla wrapped her arm around him he wrapped his arm around her with his free hand, since he was still holding his uneaten food. Robert then noticed that Priscilla was eyeing his food. He offered it to her, but not without spinning a joke out of the situation. "Here, take what you want, Ms. I'm-so-angry-that-I'm-going-to-throw-all-of-my-food-away-in-a-fit-of-rage." He laughed just to make sure that she knew he was teasing her and not making fun of her.

The bell suddenly rang, the noise so loud that it cut off any thought that Robert was having of saying another bad joke. "Please tell me you have Grimm Studies with Mr. Port, too. I'd hate to have to walk their alone," he said, his tone sounding like a mixture of forced sadness and suppressed laughter. Never mind, it appears that nothing can stop Robert from expressing his horrible sense of humor.

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Noticing that no one seemed to be burning bridges Victor relaxed a little, "Sure, I guess I can forgive you but I don't know about Victor, he's probably hurt after you offended his great captain." Victor had to raise an eyebrow at Rayna's retort and had to cover a laugh with a cough when she winked at him. Returning Rayna's food to her Victor was almost offended that she had to ask if he had her food "Of course I do, I wouldn't be doing a good job of guarding your stuff if I had left it unguarded would I? Anyway, if I can speak frankly, maybe we should avoid poking the wasp nest for a while? Give it some time let the little storm blow over and then we can repair bridges... although there is something to be said about rivalries and grudges."

Returning to the lunch table Victor sat down next to Rayna and started eating. He was getting a bit annoyed since he didn't want to eat with his robotic arm, he just had to clean it later. After ten minutes of relative silence and a lesson in annoyance Rayna spoke up "Do you think that gung-ho Rampaged leader has a thing for Priscilla?" "I don't know, probably? It's interesting, but of no immediate use to us as far as I can tell." grabbing a napkin Victor started meticulously cleaning his prosthetic arm.
"I'm so glad that I have Armory next, they'll have proper maintenance tools, right?" as he asked this the bell rang for the next class. Standing up Victor stretched "Well off we go. Hopefully I can fix what I need to." pausing Victor looked around and asked his teammates "Where are you all heading next?" Victor waited, not wanting to be rude and feeling that they should go together when they could.

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Merlin quickly inhaled the last bit of food that was left in his tray in completely silence. He didn't find himself particularly interested in the conversations around him and found no real reason to interject any of them. He did, however, give a small smile as Ivan got 'told' and stormed out. Merlin looked at the time and found he had plenty of time left to meander about. He stood up, walked to a trash can, and tossed whatever inedible object that were left on his tray away. He then walked out of the cafeteria and took a nice walk. It had been forever since Merlin had been so relaxed. He let out a long sigh of relief. He hasn't really had anytime to relax lately. Nobody to blame but himself, he has spent many of his waking hours practicing and studying to enhance his abilities even farther. Combat isn't something that comes naturally to him, and he has to spend a lot of time theorizing, practicing, and implementing it.

Merlin continued to live in his own head as he walk the grounds of Beacon. It wasn't until he heard the bell in the background, signalling the end of lunch, that he snapped out of it. He pulled out his scroll and searched for the name and location of his next class. "Grimm Studies, huh? Well, I hope there are live specimens for us to examine." He said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He then put his scroll away and zoomed off to his next class. He walked into the classroom and noticed that not everyone has arrived. This left quite a few open seats to choose from. Merlin gave off a small smile as he walked though the sea of desks. He decided to stop and sit at a desk that had two openings on both ends. He took off his cloak and laid it behind him. He then leaned back and waited for class to start.

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Greyson groaned a little seeing how he just asked Pricilla out of the blue right after she got upset. Damn It! Greyson was a little angry not knowing that it was that easy to do it! Greyson took a breath and finished his food calming down slightly so the others wouldn't notice, right now Greyson needed to get to the next class which was grimm studies hoping against hope that Pricilla will be their with him without Robert but it was unlikely considering that their were only two classes to take for 4th period and Greyson didn't see any reason to go and be in the Armory class when his blade was badass all on its own.

When Greyson heard that Robert was going to grimm studies though his hope fell right down the toilet. Greyson sighed a little and put on a smile "well guys I think we should be heading to class, by the way Robert I got grimm studies to so why don't we head their?" Greyson said hoping he will get Robert away from Pricilla at least for a little bit by trying to get him away from Pricilla, Greyson felt like he loved Pricilla but Damn it if Greyson wasn't a coward when it came to women. He could take on that giant bull with a laugh and a smile but when it came to women he froze in his tracks, damn that was sad...

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"No problem. That is quite a youth." Marcus commented as he grabbed a sandwich off his plate. He nodded towards the others.

"Excuse me, I need to take a different route to class." he apologised and left in a different direction.

Armory class was situated next to the large general purpose shooting range. This had a few benefits that ranged from a good view outside to a place to try out new creations somewhat safely. Most importantly for Marcus the classroom had a large hangar door that lead to said shooting range. The normally ferocious roar of Unsubtle's engine was reduced to a deeper, throaty growl as he slowly guided it across the grounds. Marcus stood upright in the turret, poking his head out of the top hatch as he rode. The doors were technically large enough to fit through but on either side there would be barely a hand's width to spare.

Only once he was parked inside and no longer threatening to run over important things like walls or other students did he take a good look around. He was at one end of a massive room, with a set of workbenches between Unsubtle and the classroom proper. At the classroom end he could spot Oswald, Geni, and several others. Notable surprises were Shiro and some new girl with a rather interesting choice of clothes. He busied himself with clambering out before his stare could be interpreted as rude. Taking the seat next to Shiro that was not yet occupied he nodded towards the faunus.

"G'day. Interesting weapon set, they combine?" he said by way of opening. Slots in the shield appeared a match for several bumps in the non bladed edge of the sword, however Marcus would need to get a look at the internals to figure out the exact mechanism.

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Mokuren waltzed into the Armory class, quite literally. She liked dancing, almost as much as she liked stalking her prey before devouring them entirely. This class, while nothing to her usually, was where Geni was learning how to stave off death for another day. Mokuren didn't need to learn about armory, she had Sarasagi and it was a perfect weapon, for slicing up irritating people who was so stupid and pampered.

She entered the room, spotted her target, and stalked up to him with as much feline grace as a Fox could muster. She swished her tail a bit after she arrived, and stared at him. Her tail was so adorable that it would distract anyone who cared to stare deep into it's furry beauty for any longer than a moment. Brandishing Sarasagi very obviously, she spoke.
"Good morning Geni. How are you?" She asked, like a fox asked a chicken before the chase began.

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The thoughts that passed through Ben's head could best be termed as dull bemusement. He had been settling into his seat and digging out something to take notes on when Sangue appeared, taking a seat right next to him. Without much warning, or comment. The team leader was still a moment. Then he blinked, and his normal behavior resumed, almost as though nothing was even remotely unusual. He set his notebook on his desk and glanced at Sangue, nodding.

"That's part of its purpose. Don't remember how the course descriptor said it, but it's supposed to teach us to understand what it is we're supposed to fight." Scrawling the date in the upper right of his notebook he paused again, giving her a slight grin. "You're Sangue, right? I don't think we've been introduced, formally, at least."

"Hey Trad." He raised a hand in greeting at the second member of BAST, smiling cheerfully. He was, to be honest, pretty aware of what was going through Trad's head. Were it Amy, or anyone else really, he might have made a joke along the same lines. But, unexpected though it was, this was the first time Sangue had really spoken to any of them all day. Probably the best opportunity to establish a relationship he'd get.

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Priscilla totally knew that Robert was happy and that he wanted to jump up and down from excitement but by the way he looks, he was controlling it. It was a disappointment because she wanted to see how he reacted, probably was adorable or something. But she wouldn't worry, he is gonna have to show her his adorable side sooner or later. So that reaction that he was holding within, it had to be let out.

Yeah, Priscilla was hungry, hello she raged and threw away her food. Very regretful. "Hey! I was only raging because of what she said. No no no, it wasn't because of what she said. I just didn't want to see her...! For godsakes, Robert my underwear was showing! Half of the people saw it, I think." her panties were colored pink, clearly because she loved that color.

As they were walking, she reached for an apple from Robert's tray and as soon as she placed it on her mouth, the bell rang. Crap...she took a bite out of it, turning her head and seeing Greyson there. "Hey Grey! Yeah, I have Grimm Studies as well. So we all go! Come on!" Priscilla nodded taking another bite as she winked at Robert, now walking ahead of them to her classroom.


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Age: 42
Element: EARTH (Sand Specialization)
Appearance:

Personality: Jordan Manilow is a go-gettin' arse-kickin' sand-spittin' kind o' guy. He ain't afraid of gettin' grit in his teeth and puttin' his nose to the grindstone to do what needs doin'.

In short, Mr. Manilow can be a hardass. But he's also the loudest, funniest, and most charismatic guy in the room, when he's not making you do laps. To call Mr. Manilow the quintessential coach figure does not do him justice, since he will insist he wrote the book that the quintessential coach reads every morning. So maybe he's full of himself, but he also can get right down to earth with his students when it's called for. The Headmaster himself has been at the business end of Mr. Manilow's pep talks, and let's just say that there's a reason why Mr. Manilow demands ultimate respect from his students whenever Kano makes an appearance. In four words, Mr. Manilow is;

Enthusiastic - Probably too enthusiastic. Ask the kids lying on the ground puking their guts out. Still, he brings out the best
 in people.

Crass - There's a no bad language policy in Mr. Manilow's class. The exception being Mr. Manilow himself of course. The female
 staff don't always find his sense of humour amusing. Mr. Manilow's reputation precedes him.

Uncompromising - Once Mr. Manilow has his sights set on something, you'll do it, or die trying. Trust me, you'd rather die than
 fail to impress him. That said, failing may have been his intention all along. He's fair, but ruthless too.

Attentive - Although he can be an uncompromising ass, Mr. Manilow is always watching for the wellbeing of his students, and he
 can tell when they're spent, or won't be able to do as he wishes. Years of observation have brought him a gift, and
 he is scarily observant at times.

History: Mr. Manilow used to be a drill sergeant in the military. Before that, he used to be a special operations operative, performing highly classified missions. Needless to say, only Kano knows the full extent of his background. It's heavily implied that some kind of injury led to Mr. Manilow becoming a teacher at the Academy, although he has no visible injuries, which can be a source of gossip at times. However it is quite clear that Mr. Manilow has put his past behind him, and that he loves to teach the kids how to be fit, capable, active youth. He also gets a kick out of thrashing them with elementalism.

Equipment: Mr. Manilow's signature teaching implement, is a , which he often threatens to use, rarely if ever actually employs. In actual fact, he uses it as his primary aid in both "dowsing", as well as for climbing, fighting, etc.
Class Taught: Gym/Fitness/Martial Arts

Note: Jordan is allergic to Almonds.

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Rosalin Tombs

Age: 36

Element: Blood

Personality:

Reserved - It's not really know exactly why Rosalin became a wallflower. There are theories. She tends to create convoluted dioramas in her bedroom laying out conspiracy theories you can almost believe but not quite. She's also been known to stalk people, especially if they have an interesting medical condition, and avoid their detection without any seeming outer limit. It's not that she's stealthy, but rather that she blends in so well with the environment that most people's gazes pass right over her.

Morbid - There's enjoying good clean wholesome fun at a playground, and then there's being taken from kindergarten straight to a graveyard to dig up decomposing bodies because your father wants to teach you how to avoid freaking out around dead bodies. Maybe she was raised that way, or maybe she does it to screw with other people, but Rosalin will always be the first to crack a joke "too soon," or laugh at dead baby jokes. But she's not emo, or goth, or edgy. Rosalin just doesn't understand what's so intolerable about digging around in some entrails for a half-eaten hot dog, just to see how much time passed after they left the hot dog stand before they got run over.

Protective - As a doctor, she views medicine as a giant game. She is super competitive, and hates to lose, but more than that, she believes that the best way to live her life is by serving others. Having fun is important too, but Rosalin hates it when people act useless or worthless.

Optimistic - Despite her morbidity, fixations, and hyperactive imagination, she is unrelentingly positive. This is both a result of her father's teaching, and her personal realization that more good is done by seeking to be good, than is to be found dwelling on past mistakes you can't change. The lesson itself was a hard one to learn, but her temperament is as sunny as her hair.

History: Born and raised at the Academy, Rosalin's abilities manifested relatively late, however the elemental side of her identity emerged later in her life anyway, as she spent her childhood helping her father who functioned as the Academy's undertaker. It wasn't so violent as that, but many alumni did live their entire lives on campus, or at the very least, sought to be buried on the sacred mountain, to be closer to the primal forces they'd wielded for so long.

A childhood filled with happy, if occasionally gruesome experiences ended with her transitioning naturally to the Academy for her secondary education, and eventually elemental training as well. From there she finally left the mountain and got hired as a coroner for a local police station, eventually working her way up to an advisory position with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Her career ended early, when she left the Bureau in disgrace after a badly botched case. She completed a medical degree and returned home, ready to help, but also because her father grew very ill. He eventually passed away, leaving Rosalin with next to no sense of where she would go from there. She tells herself she's happy at the Academy, and fools herself most days, but hers has been a life plagued with what-ifs.

Equipment: Stethoscope, Spectacles, and a bow that doubles as a variety of different bandages in emergencies.

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Dia - Dorm Room

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Dia bowed her head slightly. "I can do eggs," she said with a small smile. "But only sunny side up. The rest is always a mess and ruined when I try."

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A short time later Dia had put down a plate for Emi, herself, and found some containers to take some for Felix. She was currently enraged with cleaning up her mess, still a little flustered over Emi's last request to know more about her ramblings.

"He's, uh, another first year. And, I don't know, there's just something about him that clicks. Err. Like there's this bit that makes everything feel okay and that I can not worry around him so much. If that makes sense?" Dia said softly.

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Vera stiffened, stunned for a split second at how quickly her dorm mate had bolted into his bathroom. She then let out a small laugh and shook her head, amused at how her words had seemed to supply him with a sudden burst of energy. Hearing the sound of running water start from behind the closed door, she realized that he would probably be ready soon, and before her too, considering the time that her own morning routine took.

"No worries, love. Take your time," she called out to him, before making her way back to her room to fish the necessary items out of her own unorganized mess.

Sure enough, she was still seated in front of the mirror, brushing her long golden locks when she heard a shout from Silas telling her he was all set to head out.

"Just a second," she answered from inside.

Vera then grabbed her bottle of Satsuma-scented mist and swiftly sprayed it on as a final touch before emerging from her room, slinging a sleek leather bag over her shoulder. She thought about Silas' question as she joined him back in the common room. Well, she had been wanting to see what was out in the city since the day before, plus, it would be a good opportunity to familiarize themselves with the surrounding area.

"Hmm, how about we check out the city area near the academy?" She suggested. "We could probably find someplace for lunch out there. I'd love to try the tram system too, that'll be fun."

Having been driven around in private vehicles for most of her life, Vera found the idea rather intriguing, though, that could be said about anything and everything she had seen from the time she had arrived at the academy. What was city life like for Elementalists? What difference would having elemental abilities make in such cases?

"How about it?" Vera asked with an excited grin as they headed for the door. "It'll even be my treat, a little 'thank you' for helping me along last night."

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Algorithm@Kalleth

Kano rubbed his hands together as he approached Shizen, the glowing eyes under the dark hood shone in the further low light of the underground hot spring making it seem like a butcher was eyeing a piece of meat for the cutting board. The problem Shizen was likely having, as he could feel the water being pulled to her, was that simple loss of control played by ones emotions. Every student manifested their powers at a young age in a different way that they could not control, sometimes harmless little gusts of wind or drawing moisture to your skin but other times it was little sparks of flame igniting clothing or kicking up duststorms.

Jorden Manilow was one such student who had manifested in a way that made him often very dirty.

Kano chuckled a little when he realized that even after all these years that still hadn't really changed.

"I hope you brought a bathing suit with you. To control water you must hear it. Where better than in the relaxing pools? Lets do an exercise where you focus on repelling water on an area of your body. Being in the springs is also very relaxing after an event like the one with the water snake obstacle. Please,"

Kano motioned to the hotsprings steaming behind him as he walked over to, and onto, the waters. Treading the surface as if it were solid.

"What you see is water below repeling me, instead of simply enveloping me as you would expect. It is communion with the waters themselves as you project your desire to it."

The actual process was far more difficult to do than Kano made it sound but with a little patience it could be done at whim.

[Assistant]
Jordan watched the headmaster start teaching, having opened his eyes when Hargor began speaking to the student. He watched the waters from currents which flowed around him and he got a slight chill even in the warm baths. He supposed it was no different than if Jordan had come across somebody totally submersed in sand, or earth in general. Of course, most people you came across submerged in sand were already dead. As opposed to all people living and breathing, having their bodies composed of a large percentage of water.

Still, as far as Jordan knew, no elementalist alive could control their elements inside another person's body. At least, he'd never been brave enough to check whether such a thing were possible, even during his days as a spec ops agent. It was plenty dangerous being near an elementalist, or any stripe, regardless of one's environment. If Manilow could contribute anything to Shizen's tutelage, it would probably undercut Hargor's authority, and he probably wouldn't take too kindly to that. So, after taking a long moment to soak, feeling the waters still flowing around him, Manilow got up.

Taking his towel, Jordan dried off, and said a muttered farewell to the teacher and pupil. He was still wearing the "sand boxers" he'd fixed for himself in the water, and he swiped up his clothes and headed for the change-room. A shower to freshen up couldn't hurt.

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Jordan was sitting in the gym, foil sheathed, trainers tied, and stretches completed. Now, as he sat, the teacher sipped at a water bottle, shrugged his shoulders, and hummed a song.

This kid was bold enough to leave a note, now he'd better damn well show up. Jordan thought, his knees cracking as he adjusted his position. He'd had more than a few good duels in his time, and his weapon of choice was polished, sharpened, and ready for a tussle. As for the man who had to use the weapon, similar things could be said. Of course, there was the grain in his shoulder, still faintly aching even after the hot springs, as well as the heartache he was nursing, and the wariness of this kid who had seemed so explosive yesterday. Nevertheless, the gym teacher planned to give him a lesson, and he hoped it would be one of humility, and not one of mercy...

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Manilow really tried to be patient. He really did. He was so patient in fact, that he patiently waited for the lady at the service desk to retrieve the list of dorm numbers for the students. He patiently searched said list for the Punk-In-Question's dorm number. And he patiently waited for the elevator to make his way to the top floor.

He lost his patience halfway down the hall from Felix's room.

Stomping loudly through the hall, foil still belted at his waist, shoulder creaking like a bitchy ex-girlfriend, Jordan came to a heated stop outside the punk's door. Making a fist, he slammed the door repeatedly with such force that the hinges squealed, and if such a violent action could be jokingly called a knock, then he knocked three times.

"Hey tough guy! I thought you were itching for a scrap? What, did your girlfriend tire you out? Come on muchacho, there's a score to be settled, and I don't have time to waste!"

Jordan was mostly blowing air out his ass with these comments, but he channeled his best drill sergeant brogue, and this same voice had made grown men tremble in other contexts. Namely, contexts where an assault rifle was also associated with the voice. Manilow had nearly brought it, but had decided that this particular dispute didn't require full-metal jackets or extended magazines. Or, well, guns.

The Gym teacher also had plenty of time to waste, given that his teaching slot was during the period the Academy had waived for the day following the Night Run, but anything that put a spring in the boy's step was worth a shot. He half-hoped that Felix would burn the door to ash and come out swinging. At least Jordan was ready, for once.


[System]
Age: 29
Gender: Female

Appearance: Kiyo is a youthful woman who is best described as being "almost beautiful"--if only she weren't so plain. Her features are steep and angular, as is typical of the Reijin family, and her skin is relatively pale – Kiyo looks as if she has been sheltered indoors for most of her life and looks physically weak, and while this is not incorrect she is more resilient than she looks. Kiyo has long, silver-grey hair that reaches down to her sternum in angel curls. Kiyo has a bit of a resting bitch face.

Hometown: Lifan

Personality: Kiyo is a seeker of power of all kinds, and does not adhere to a set of morals in the same sense as most people. While she believes that she is fundamentally good, she will not hesitate to perform unquestionably evil acts to further her own agenda. Kiyo likes to help people, but not at the expense of her own advancement – she comes first and foremost, but is a stalwart ally until such a point where remaining allies becomes detrimental to her own goals.

Thanks to her experiences in the war, Kiyo is particularly fascinated with the ending of life and what comes next, leading her to be fond of Ghost-type Natrelmon. She finds exorcism and the art of Gishiki equally interesting, however, and is not so much fascinated with obtaining eternal life as she is curious about the nature of death, about those who transcend it, and those who restore things to the natural order.

Relic Description: Kiyo manifests her relic as a book of portraiture. The Natrelmon she has captured are depicted in greyscale portraits, with the black being almost oily.

Starting Natrelmon:

Lotulia (M) [Level 15];
Zeruo (F) [Level 10];

Gifts: Telepathy; Advanced Knowledge

Starting Spell Schools: Frostweaving; Windspeaking; Shadebinding [Advanced Knowledge]

History:  Kiyo is the youngest child of the Reijin family, a noble house of the East centered in Lifan. Kiyo's growing up was relatively normal, and she was trained in the arts of war as most children of the prominent houses were in the time in which she was raised. The Reijin family were traditionalists of a most esoteric sort, keeping alive ancient customs that many found eccentric and anachronistic in the modern era. Kiyo grew up learning how to cultivate herbs and performing tea ceremonies alongside learning martial arts and the art of Frostweaving--something her family had historically practiced thanks to their worship of Seiryu, the Lord of the North. In the war, Kiyo eschewed the use of her family's magic in favour of Windspeaking, which afforded her the ability to weave in and out of combat to better use her Shadebinding magic. Though she still paid deference to Seiryu, and conducted her rituals in his name, she eschewed his magic knowing that it would not be as useful to her as that of Windspeaking.

During the war Kiyo became fascinated with the nature of death, wondering precisely what came afterwards in the wake of the lives she helped take and the lives she helped save. She underwent her rites as custom dictated, hoping to gain more experiences with the nature of death and to grow in power.

Professions: Mage; Herbalist

Herbalism - Rank IV - 2,600 EXP

Mage - Rank V

Gift(s): Innate Shadebinding; Telepathy

Noteworthy Skills: Many connections, notable magical prowess, competent at hand-to-hand combat, extremely knowledgeable in a great deal of esoteric subjects, especially those relating to ghosts/death and ritual magic.

Magic:

Windspeaking - Rank V - 109080

Rank I - Windborn Weapon
Rank II - With the Wind
Rank III - Soaring Gusts
Rank IV - Slashdance
Rank V - Vacuum Aura

Shadebinding - Rank IV - 54915

Rank I - ???
Rank II - ???
Rank III - ???
Rank IV - ???

Frostweaving - Rank I - 17473

Rank I - Frozen Sphere
Rank II - Frostburn

Necromancy - Rank I - 800

Rank I - ???

ITEMS:

17,000N

- 3 Rank F Relics

- Shared Herbs with Selim:

1 Lady's Mantle
9 Mistweaver
14 Wintergreen
6 Wardian Foxglove
15 Noxshrooms
10 Peak Root
5 Moonlit Pearl
1 Armic Plating (Psychic/Steel)
2 Gen Darts (Fighting/Dark)
2 Lotulia Blossom (Grass/Water)
3 Weddelbek Straw (Grass/Fighting)
5 Toranese Thistle
1 Blue Mist Flower

Shared Elixirs with Selim:

- 10 Elixir of Capture
- 2 Elixir of Draconic Spirit

Natrelmon:

Grandra (M) - Medium - 16731- 25
Zeruo (F) - Medium - 1000 - 10
Mythrael (M) - Slow - 37738 - 31
Tibearius (F) - Slow - 911 - 9
Kyumin (M) - Medium - 343 - 7

[User]
"Yeah," Axel chuckled, "I'll be sad to see it go to be perfectly honest but I can't carry on in these rags."

Axel took this chance to walk closer to Selim, unbuckling his sword as he did. He made sure it was still lose in it's sheath but he had no apparent reason to draw yet, despite the very nasty looking spear Selim had. He didn't seem like a violent fellow and Axel would give him the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise. When he is about 15 feet away, Axel spread his shredded cloak on the ground and plopped on it like he was at a picnic in the park. Pulling some rations from his bag, Axel began munching on some jerky.

"I spotted your trail a ways back and followed it hoping to glimpse whatever you were hunting." He said between bites. "Tracking is a specialty of mine, and I'm always looking to collect rare Natrelmon. Actually, the state I'm in is due to a rather rough encounter with an Albion and Mythari. It was tough, but safe to say I was the victor. All in all it was a nice little detour on my way to Toran. I'm finally going to start my rites and keep getting sidetracked. I've been traveling for about a week from Ward."

Axel once again refilled his canteen with magic, as the jerky and physical exertion seemed to want him to stay parched. It felt good to just take a moment and relax and be slightly carefree. The fact that he had some company was a godsend as he missed having someone to talk to during his travels. He was not used to being alone other than a few rare scouting assignments, as he was always surrounded by his comrades, but they were mostly older and had long since completed their rites or given up the idea of it.

" So what were you hunting out here?" Axel asked, although his eyes kept glancing on the spot he had seen Selim stow his book. Something was nagging him about it and his senses had become slightly heightened as he approached Selim. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

[Assistant]
As Selim forfeited, Kiyo released an enormous breath that she had been keeping in after her last round of spellcasting, and shortly thereafter started panting with the exertion. Casting so many spells, even with Mythari's aid, was challenging in the extreme--and as it had been so long since she had gotten the chance to use her Windspeaking at all, never mind in combat, and getting used to those movements and invocations of magic again had taxed her far more than she had expected. It was only after a solid minute of panting breaths that she regained the composure to actually speak with Selim about the battle that had just occurred. She gave him a traditional bow, with an additional respectful nod, to signify that they had concluded their battle and that her evaluation of him was over.

"You fought very admirably, Selim--your mind for tactics is excellent, as are your movements. If you had had use of your spear I dare say that you would have won quite soundly, though. If you are still interested, I would be happy to keep you on retainer as a bodyguard--though I imagine that it must not appear necessary that I need one. Truthfully, it would just be to keep my parents happy, but I would be delighted to travel with you as we go about our Rites if you decide not to accept the offer of employment?" Kiyo asked, straightening herself up and readjusting her robes so that they were presentable. It had been a very long time since she had actually fought, and she was impressed that she had managed to keep up so well. She was certainly cognizant of the fact that she had perhaps only won like she did thanks to the advantages she had gained from disarming Selim, but made a note to congratulate what she had done well and improve on what she felt was lacking about her style rather than pressing too far into either option. Balance, and objectivity, were very important when considering one's combat--especially when Kiyo had firsthand experience of how dangerous combat could be on the front lines when the rules of etiquette and decorum were discarded.

[User]
"Do you commonly follow the tracks of random people?" Selim asked, genuinely curious if Axel knew how creepy that kind of sounded. "Or, better question, are you disappointed I am not a single woman in distress?" Selim smiled at the joke, mostly because it was just there for him to take. Selim pulled his hand back from the spear, since it seemed he would not be actually in danger from the encounter.

"It is good you caught those Natrelmon," Selim congratulated, "Those are strong additions. I also got an Albion, as well as a Narashi, Ocalia, Veolu, and a Kaiguard. So, it has been a good day for me. Fortunately, I did not have as rough of a time with the encounters as you seemed to have." Selim had remained completely unscathed and nothing more than a little dust and mud on his shoes to show for his effort.

"I also caught a Soelbe, Olena, and another Veolu when I was on my trek from Gadot to Toran, through the mountains," Selim added. It wasn't to brag, but given he had not been on his Rites very long, it was an expansive list of rather rare Natrelmon. Ones that would become incredibly valuable in the long run. What was even better was that he had a number of possible breeding pairs available to him so early on, so he could get a head start on his Natrelmon farm.

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Selim nodded at Kiyo, "Travelling together would work fine. However, I may need some money. I am a bit on the poor side after a rough encounter with a Soelbe. It ran me through way too many relic invocations. I must say I'm probably down to my last few thousand N, so even if just to humor your family I would take the money. I would agree with your assessment you likely do not need a bodyguard, but you never know. Additional strength is rarely a downside."

Selim quickly chanted a healing spell to restore some of the vigor to his body. He was a bit bruised from enduring the blow he had, but it was not much worse than what he had gotten in the Clash of Iron.

"Plus, I can cast healing magic which has its uses out in the world," he added, noting that it was a useful power to have around. It was a peculiar combination to some, at least on paper, but Abjuration magic actually was a great boon to close combat fighters. And Selim especially found it useful for outlasting opponents and being able to train longer and harder than others through its restorative properties.

"If you are willing to take up the service, let me know what you would like me to do. We can keep it as an intermittent contract where you pay as the service is needed. It'd allow me to pick up some other combat work on the side - from people that might actually need the service."

[Assistant]
Kiyo nodded as Selim explained his problem, reaching into her robe as she did so. She took out around 5,000N and handed it to him rather casually as she begun to speak.

"Very well. Consider this a retainer fee to buy your services throughout the journey of our Rites--if anything more than light duty is required at any given point we can discuss a further payment at such a junction. It's a pleasure to be working with you." Kiyo said as the money was taken. She felt oddly invigorated after the battle, and thanks to her intensive usage of Windspeaking she could feel the knowledge within her mind blossoming. As it did so, she felt a similar surge of energy from Mythari, opalescent energy emanating from its form and swirling around it as it underwent some mystical physiological change. Kiyo had seen Natrelmon ascend to higher forms, of course, but rarely so quickly after having captured one--and she could count the number of Mythrael she'd seen on two hands. They were notoriously reclusive, though the Reijin had more experience with Dragon-types than most thanks to their extensive collection of esoteric knowledge and high status. She had conversed with a few of them in her time thanks to her natural gift of telepathy, and had been happy to impart what she learned from the tomes in her family's library to the creatures. Kiyo had always felt like explaining something that she had just read, especially something magical, was the best way to actually internalise the knowledge; that was, she thought, the purpose of knowing so much. What use was her family's collection if they simply hoarded it away and never shared their secrets with the world?

"I also noticed that you seem to be a telepath. It is rare for a trainer to be able to give commands to their Natrelmon without verbage, especially ones as tactical as yours. Though Mythari are naturally telepathic with magically gifted individuals, I too possess the gift of telepathy. It has made for some very interesting situations when meeting with the Song family. Song Lin Tiao is... well, I'm not sure there is a word for how inspiring she is." Kiyo added as an aside. She figured that if they were going to travel together, allowing themselves a strong telepathic link was for the best. In the event of danger, a seamless mental connection allowed for responses that those without the gift simply could not anticipate or keep up with. Having such an advantage would be impressive, and being able to speak to Selim without allowing passersby to understand appealed to Kiyo in an enormous way. There were things she wanted to say that she would prefer her parents did not get wind of, and that secrecy was hard to come by in Lifan.


[System]
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Standing at about five feet five inches, Lilie is a pretty, young girl. Many have described her as looking very much like a ghost; sporting very pale skin and white hair, one could hardly blame them. The only semblance of color she has are her large, bright blue eyes. Her body is on the petite side of things, sporting a modest bust with a pair of long legs and generous hips. She tends to dress in pale colored clothes, adding to her ghost visage. No matter what she wears, her feet are almost always adorned with heels; even in a situation when she anticipates combat, she chooses to wear heeled boots. No one understands how she hasn't broken her ankle yet.

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18

ɠҽɳԃҽɾ
Female

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Water

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Lilie is a very gentle person with a kind and optimistic personality to match. She is usually cheerful and friendly, willing to interact with anyone with a smile. She tends to act first and think later, often relying more on her emotions to lead the way. Experiencing the Academy has brought out a rather curious side of her, though she tends to keep her questions and observations to herself until she can ask someone in private. Despite her ignorance, she is eager to learn from others.

When it comes to her fencing, it is the one place where Lilie feels she comes to life. Despite only having been in mock battles, something about fighting and combat exhilarates her. She somehow manages to keep herself calm and collected, looking only towards victory as she pushes herself to her limit, striving to improve and see what she's truly capable of. She wields her rapier with a gusto that completely contradicts the gentle demeanor she usually carries, a passion in her blazing forth.

Initially having a love-hate relationship with being a mage, over time she has come around to embrace it. She is somewhat eager to learn how to control her affinity and magic, finding the concept fascinating as she comes from a family that lacked the ability. While she is somewhat fearful of the idea of having to interact with vampires, she understands the exchange and is willing to go through with it for the pursuit of knowledge.

Ⴆισɠɾαρԋყ
Lilie's life was rather mundane all things considered. She grew up with working parents and an older brother, her life uneventful for the most part. Her parents were lower class but she preferred it that way as they were usually left in peace. The most excitement she had were her fencing lessons, but even that was routine. The very first hint towards her mage abilities came when she fell into a river as a child, finding that instead of drowning, she could actually breathe under water. After being rescued, she tried to make sense of it but was too afraid to tell her parents about it, but failing to duplicate the ability caused her to forget about it. The second incident was much more public and exposed her for better or worse. Protocol needed to be followed and she was placed under house arrest until it was decided what school she would be attending. That was the moment she felt that her life turned upside down with everything changing from one moment to the next, although interacting with vampires for the first time had terrified her somewhat. Her admission to the Noila Academy came as a surprise, but she followed instructions, hoping to get a better understanding of her abilities.

ʂҽxυαʅ σɾιҽɳƚαƚισɳ
Demisexual

ʅιƙҽʂ
* Fencing
* Swimming
* Gardening
* Singing
* Rain
* Cooking
* Homemade crafts
* Reading
* Hanging out with friends

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* Has a general fear of vampires
* Getting belittled
* General rudeness
* Feeling abandoned
* Long, boring lessons

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* Has a tendency to fiddle with the edge of her clothes when distressed
* Tends to avoid eye contact when nervous or afraid, choosing to stare at the floor instead
* On the rare occasion when she gets excitable, will hop in place
* Keeps a diary with her private thoughts
* Frequently texts her friends

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* Likes to go swimming to relieve stress
* Enjoys fencing and practices any chance she gets
* Is quite the acrobat, using her athleticism to her advantage when possible
* Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a river full of memory
Sleep, my darling, safe and sound
For in this river all is found

In her waters, deep and true
Lay the answers and a path for you
Dive down deep into her sound
But not too far or you'll be drowned

Yes, she will sing to those who'll hear
And in her song, all magic flows
But can you brave what you most fear?
Can you face what the river knows?

Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a mother full of memory
Come, my darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found

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[User]
Vampires

The Academy seemed almost empty as Lucan led the way through the halls, only stopping to greet one of the passing guards whom he recognized. He kept a close eye on Morrigan as they walked, making sure that the fledgeling didn't get separated from him. He had considered making small talk but truthfully didn't know what to say and Morrigan seemed content just to walk, without asking any questions. Soon enough they reached the lunchroom and its corresponding building where Lucan admired the architecture before he walked up to the entry and held the door open for his fellow vampire before entering in himself. He let a ghost of a smile hit his face as he took the familiar sight in.

The room was set up with multiple stations around the wall for those who wanted food. One had a carving station where chefs would carve turkey, roast beef and ham while another had a wide variety of vegetables prepared to order as one wished. There were a few long bench tables set close to the stations, but six person round tables filled most of the area while soft lighting and a relaxing colours completed the room's environment. Lucan himself wandered up to one of the round tables and sat down quietly, sending a small smile and incline of his head to signal Morrigan to also take a seat if he wished.

Morrigan shifted nervously on the balls of his feet, even back in his human days school lunchrooms always felt awkward to him. He noted the small nod and moved forward with a small grunt before sliding into the seat next to Lucan. "Is it always like this?" He asked Lucan with a wave of his hand. The room was noisy as students chattered with their mates, his eyes scanning for Max.

Luc glanced around the room and almost chuckled, it wasn't even that crowded yet. He considered the fledgling and then nodded the affirmative, glancing down at his phone and shooting a text to Aaron. "Once it gets busy you'll sort of see what's 'normal' for lunch. Right now it seems to just be upperclassmen."

Hey, where are you? Did Sariel go over with her talk or something? I'm in the lunchroom now, I'll meet you and Salem at one of the tables I have reserved.

Mages

"And this!" Sariel paused dramatically as she threw open the cafeteria doors, "Is the cafeteria! The only place to eat out your feelings and stresses! This'll be your best friend come exam time." She chuckled back at the group. Sariel tagged along with the group, deciding to lead the way across the unfamiliar grounds. Did she take a few… unnecessary turns and twists as part of an impromptu tour? Yes. Did she talk their ears off the whole time about her experiences at school? Yes. Did she feel bad about it? Nope! Her phone binged in her pocket and she fished it out before rolling her eyes.

"Well, that seems to be the end of our day together. Duty calls after all." She whirled to face the group and smiled. "Now, Aaron over there has my number so I expect each and everyone of you to get it and send me a text sometime. I might not always be around but having someone in your corner when shit hits the fan isn't ever a bad thing. And even if it isn't very big, make sure if you need help you reach out." Her face grew serious with her last remark, underscoring the weight of the statement as her eyes flickered to Aaron and then across the group. But she was back to her smiling self with a quick clap of her hands. She blew a kiss and waved before heading out the doors she brought them in. She brought the phone to her ear as she walked out, nodding as she listened to something.

[Assistant]
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Symphony@WeepingLiberty@Apoalo

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At the sound of all the encouragement from his colleagues, Salem could feel his blood begin to pool around his cheeks. A light rose colour began to form underneath the tan-olive skin, his eyes darted from Aaron to Dakota and then his feet as he fiddled with his shirt. As they walked Salem nudged into Aaron the way he did him, speaking in a low, soft voice "Thanks" His eyes met with Kotas for a moment after, a flash of an embarrassed smile on his face "Well I'm sure we'll figure out yours in time. Mine was easy, I come from a long line of plant mages, so there wasnt much surprise when my affinity for plant magic was shown during the ceremony." Salem glanced down at his hands for a moment "Besides...its not like I can control my magic yet, nor can I conjure it at will. I was however, trained in the fields involving plants and their many extensive uses. It is believed that if we, Spellmans, understand every aspect that we can imagine of our element, including its growth process, needs, and possibilities, than we will be able to better control and wield our element when the time comes."

Salem took in the beauty of the school grounds as they walked, lead by Sariel, who admittedly wasnt the best tour guide. He didnt pay much attention to most of what she'd said once they began to get lost. Every step they took, Salems heart began to beat louder in his chest, knowing full well it meant finally meeting his partner. Nervousness began to creep up on him with the thought of it all, his heart resounding in his ears, thumping loudly as the others voices began to be drowned out. "Now, Aaron over there has my number so I expect each and everyone of you to get it and send me a text sometime. I might not always be around but having someone in your corner when shit hits the fan isn't ever a bad thing. And even if it isn't very big, make sure if you need help you reach out." Wait we're here already?! Salem's eyes scanned the many faces of the crowd, wondering if Lucan was already there, waiting. Finally he saw him with two others none the less, Salem took took a step forward when he was suddenly stopped by Aaron.

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Dakota's comment had made Lilie sheepish, the white haired girl shaking her head lightly. She wasn't entirely sure where she stood on the level of skill versus someone like Aaron, but at the very least she would be able to put on a show. Hopefully. Considering how much of a bumpkin she felt she was compared to everyone else, she couldn't help but feel somewhat out of place. Everyone seemed to at least know what they're doing or seemed to come from a place where at least they had some semblance of an idea. Lilie felt like she was suddenly thrown into this world of magic and vampires with very little preparation.

Needless to say, the girl felt lost. And not because of Sariel's impromptu tour--albeit seeing much more of the Academy was always a good thing in her book--but maybe all the excitement she had initially felt had started to fade into anxiety. Her hands instinctively began to fiddle with the hem of her dress as she listened to the older woman speak. She remembered Arianna's text and frowned; she didn't think it was coincidence that the two emphasized having friends. Well, what was the worst that could happen?

Speaking of the vampire, Lilie never did give her a proper response. Taking out her phone, her eyes landed on Aaron in front of the group. Did a plan for a spar count? Or rather, the 'date' count? She couldn't help but smile to herself as the thought crossed her mind, and trying to be as stealthy as possible, she quietly snapped a picture of him, sending it to Arianna with a message.

> Made at least one friend. Here's hoping for more!