[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 22

Appearance: Here

Rank: Private

Class: Scout

Weapons and Equipment: Gallian-1 Rifle, B-Type M1 Grenade, Small Ragnaid canister, Scout Uniform

Personality: A complex one of sorts; Veronica has been known to swear like a well-educated sailor, but to have a heart of gold. Someone who hates lies and manipulation, but is not above resorting to such if she has to get even with someone. A person with the patience of a saint, and a rage heavily repressed because of it. A girl who does not like war, but understands the necessity to fight. She likes to take the time to stop and smell the roses, but can zero her focus on the task at hand.

Bio: Veronica was born out in a small rural town in the Gallian countryside. Her parents had both immigrated from far west to the quiet little country to get away from the big Empires of the world and seek a quaint living. It worked, for the most part. There was always some kind of work needing to be done, so her mother became a school teacher and her father became a factory worker. There was hard times when neither of them were always home, but Veronica passed the time by reading books on anything from history to fantasy. These were good days indeed, but it was not to last.

When the East Europan Empire came knocking at Gallia's borders, it was the Army who came knocking on Veronica's. With her father moved into a military factory making tanks, her mother taken to help teach tactics through historical battles, and Veronica having been more than 18 by the time, there was little she could do but accept. She was sent off to basic training, but her performance washed her out of any slot in the regular Army (at least that's what she was told) and she was drafted into the Militia. Though quick on her feet, she had to work through endurance problems with running. Because of this, she was made as a scout. Paired with her 20/20 vision with an attention to detail, and she could more than make up for her shortcomings on running. Being a scout also meant having the lightest uniform and equipment in the unit, while not having to be a hawkeye crackshot like snipers were expected to.

She completed her training and was no sooner shipped out to the frontline. Her first engagement was in Squad 13, which was also her last engagement with the squad due to it having been decimated to the point where it would take too much effort to draft replacements to fill all the holes in the command and squad structure than to disband it altogether and use the remaining members to replenish other squads. Of course, the other reason was that Squad 13 was believed to be a bad omen, and was never going to be reinstated into the militia again. It's rumored that those who served brought bad luck to the other squads, but it could very well be seen that those who survived did so by the power of their own luck outweighing the squad number's bad.

RP Sample: "Nothing fancy"

Squad Thirteen's First and Last Engagement

The air was cold as rain pelted the ground around them. The dirt roads had quickly turned to mud, but it wasn't thick and slushy. Still, because of this, command had decided to forego armored support to avoid tanks getting stuck. The infinite wisdom of the brass never ceased to amaze Veronica, on both sides. Who the hell wanted a town like this, anyway? It was far out into the country where forests and hedgerows kept troops from seeing beyond the horizon in almost all directions, and had no strategic importance that she could immediately think of. But, the enemy was here and had set up shop, so in an effort to relieve the pressure on squads down the line, they were going to force the Imps into a firefight here and see if they couldn't lure them out. The plan had a good idea, but it never went like that. "No battle plan survives contact with the enemy" as the saying went.

Why the fuck couldn't they wait until it stopped raining? No one knew how long it'd last, but everywhere Veronica looked in the sky, all she saw was dark gray clouds. It could be a half hour, or it could be the rest of the day. She held her rifle close and peered around the corner of what was left of the outside wall of a house. The Army had shelled the shit out of the town yesterday, the day before, and the day prior to that. What was left was a few houses that somehow remained mostly untouched, but mostly ones who had their roofs caved in and top floors blown out. A small church still had it's steeple intact, which she eyed intently. A sniper's nest if there was ever a good one. The rain played hell with her vision, and the shadows the clouds darkened hid Imperial sharpshooters, who's patience earned them their daily kills and notches on their rifle stocks.

"What do you see?" The Lieutenant, and squad leader, asked her.

"A whole lotta nothin'...but they're here. I can feel it. I just can't see it and that's what bothers me." Veronica whispered to the man behind her. All down the walls were Squad Thirteen's troops, hugging the walls and trying to stay dry.

"We need to know what's out there."

"And I'm telling you I can't see jack!" Veronica hissed lowly, trying to voice her exasperation at not being able to see anything either. She knew damn well those Imps were out there, waiting.

"Alright, move forward."

Veronica did a double-take. Was he seriously asking her to just walk right out there? It was like asking her to shoot herself in the foot. But, that's how the old tactics went. How do you check for snipers? You send a guy out there and see if he gets shot. They thought that one up at Lanseal. But orders, despite how stupid, were orders. She looked back and made a silent prayer to herself before jumping out around the building with her rifle up in her shoulder. She breathed heavily and scanned the immediate area in front of her, but the Imperial snipers were even more patient than that. For as the common tactic to send a guy out as bait was put, so too was the common follow up tactic of letting the pointman not get shot and allow the rest of the squad to think it safe to move up.

Veronica slowly walked out, looking this way and that, asking the Imps where the hell they were with her mind as if it would get them to show themselves. But they didn't. Not yet. They let her walk over to a pile of sandbags near the corner of the crossroads before the church. She looked up into the steeple window again and wished she had an arm to lob her grenade up that high. She was almost certain that there was a sniper hiding in there, mostly because she'd be there too if she was him. But they let the minutes pass while she tried to pick them out, and they thought about how her head would look if they shot it in certain areas. Finally, after ten agonizingly quiet minutes, Veronica ducked back behind the sandbags and looked back at her Lieutenant. She nodded, seeing that one of the shocktroopers had crept through the ruined building and set up his T-Mag on a window to cover her.

The Lieutenant signaled the rest of the squad forward and that was that. The squad began moving up, and just when they had reached the intersection, all hell broke loose. Snipers quickly and expertly picked off what few lancers and snipers were assigned to the probe attack as well as the Lieutenant. From one of the buildings, an Imperial tank destroyer who's running engine was hard to pick out from the sounds of the downpour and thunder, burst out into the street and promptly fired. The last thing Veronica remembered was watching the shell fly towards her and impact the wall of the house she was next to. A few weeks later and she woke up in a Gallian field hospital out on the reserve line way back from the frontline with more metal inside her than she'd care to have known. As soon as she was fully recovered, she was handed her new transfer orders. Much to her dismay, the war had not ended while she was out.

[User]
Lilly Jatmoore
Lilly yawned and stretched her tired (and almost nonexistent) muscles. She had done reasonably well in their PT, but was still hampered by her inability to get a decent night's rest. Sighing, she resigned herself to the fact that she would probably never get quite enough sleep while she was in the militia, so long as nightmares and early morning PT kept plaguing her.

When the group was told to relax, Lilly took a moment to walk about and loosen up. Around her, most people were either laying or sitting on the ground, resting or chatting. Beside her, Carn was finishing up an extra 20 sets of burpies and was not looking like he was enjoying a single minute of it. Not that she particularly wanted to talk with him anyways; His attitude about war did not sit well with her. She would have flopped down as well, but was worried that if she sat down before walking around a bit, she wouldn't be able to get up. Even with the training and battles she had been involved with, remaking a soft body pampered by an aristocratic life into one suitable for the harsh reality of combat took time.

On the other side of the clustering of soldiers sat one of the new girls. Lilly had never gotten her name and she hadn't been introduced to the squad, but it appeared she would be joining them. Most of the squad hadn't noticed her arrival it seemed, nor had they taken note of how nervous the girl had been at the start of PT. Lilly did, however, and felt she aught to do something about it. Though the girl's nerves had clearly steadied a bit after the PT, she still looked a little off - something Lilly could relate to all too well.

"Good morning, Miss." Lilly greeted her with a friendly wave and bow, after walking over to where she was seated. "You were one of the new arrivals assigned to our squad, yes? Are you having any trouble settling in? You looked a bit nervous." Lilly took a seat beside the girl to rest, now that she had stretched a little. It seemed like they had a bit of time to kill, so she settled in for a chat. "My name is Lilly Jatmoore, by the way. It is nice to make your acquaintance."

[Assistant]
Corporal James Hunt|Morning in Fort Breda

PT for James had felt surprisingly light despite the fact that he was still feeling his wounds from their time in the field. When they were given down time, he joined the Sarge in meeting the delivery truck. When the new arrival asked where they were going, James spoke up. "We don't actually know yet, orders haven't come in yet. Corporal James Hunt, squad second in command. Welcome to Squad Four, Private Gosling."

[User]
Lance Corporal Eris Reinhardt

Fort Breda

The long stare the newest private gave to the female half of the Squad didn't escape Eris' perception. Try as she might to remain unnoticed, she couldn't hide her, erm... assets, especially during a PT session. Her embarrassment got further expanded when the private made his introduction. "H— how come a child that cute be in the militia? And why is he checking the Squad's women?" Eris thought while trying to read the rest of the Squad as well as she could.

Eris was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn't even notice when another woman, approached her. She was only roused back to the real world when the girl who introduced herself as Lily asked a few questions of her. "Oh, ah... sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you. I wasn't paying much attention, this just... too much to take in at once, I think," Eris replied.

The silver-haired girl fidgeted around a little, showing some obvious apprehension before addressing Lily again. "I'm sorry... where are my manners? I'm Eris Reinhardt, the pleasure is all mine," Eris said, extending her hand to her newest acquaintance.

While Eris talked with Lily, she couldn't help but notice another woman who seemed to be a bit isolated not very far away from them. Thinking that perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to invite her to this small gathering, Eris excused herself from Lily for just a moment and walked to where the woman she noticed was resting. "Excuse me if I'm intruding, but it seems like you are on your own as well," Eris said shyly, "If that's the case, would you like to come and talk with us?" she said, gesturing toward where Lily and she were.

@Massasauga @AdmrlStalfos19

[Assistant]
Pvt. Callaway
Squad 04

For her, Veronica had never truly been a physically inclined person. As such, exercises wore her out a lot. She was wiped, but it was still better when she first went through training. She swigged water from her canteen and tried catching her breath. Fuck, she knew this was all for the better of being a soldier, but damn it sucked! She was going to be sore for a few days at least. She was also worried about the PT uniform not covering her back entirely. The scarring from that day was gnarly, and it did have a little up to her neck. She recently had a haircut, but hoped that it still hid it.

Veronica did start a little when Eris came over and started talking to her. While not an antisocial by nature, she did find herself a bit on the loner side. She gave the girl a small smile.

"I would, but I'm afraid my legs haven't recovered yet." She gave a light chuckle.


[System]
Character
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Arcana: Judgement

Equipment:
- Fist Wraps (and fist weapons in general.),
- Smooth Stone (a large-ish, smooth pebble kept in a pocket. No real function.)
- Black Jacket (Its a jacket and it's black.)
- Sash (a loose fitting sash of light, vibrant red material. Worn like a belt over other clothing. Not part of his day to day attire naturally.)

Skills: Extremely calm and level headed, able to tackle stressful or just plain weird situations without panicing. High pain tolerance and physical strength. A rational and logical problem solver.

Appearance:
Tall and cold of expression, Hitoshi is an imposing figure who stands slightly above the average height of his classmates. While his height helps balance our his physically large build, he is still noticeably bulky - particually around the shoulders.

His features are strong and pronounced - with a distinctive jaw and brow. His expression tends to be thoughtful and unassuming, though this is simply his resting face - it has no bearing on whether or not he is actually contemplating anything. Hitoshi has narrow, steel-grey eyes with a slight blue hue, and his hair is a charcoal black - roughly cut to fall almost to his shoulders. This falls naturally into a swept back position, which is fine as far as Hitoshi is concerned.

He tends to dress in a rather conservative manner, favouring a 'signature' simple black jacket over whatever he is wearing for the day - which usually consists of simple shirts and trousers rather than the more comfortable t-shirts and jeans he wore as a youth. Despite his beat attempts however, he never quite manages to look neat and tidy - it is always quite evident that he is trying to dress in a way which isn't quite natural to him.

Should a dangerous situation arise, Hitoshi will also don a vibrant red sash around his waist - with the intention of making himself more visible to both his friends and his enemies. This is a memento from his unruly days where he learned to fight - brawling on the streets. He also wears fist wraps in such situations - but is not above wielding any other weapons that he can get hold of.

Personality:
Quiet and collected, Hitoshi is a reserved student who consistently achieves good - though not exeptional - grades.

While it might not be initially evident, he is actually quite sociable despite his appearance: his infrequent speech stems from over thinking and self censoring his words rather than any attempt to distance himself from others. Hitoshi knows that it is easy to cause offence with careless words, so always chooses what he percieves to be the most effective way to communicate.

He is very forward with providing his opinions, but always strives to do so in a way that avoids conflict.

Hitoshi will always try to find a way out of a situation before it escalates into something more serious - having had significant anger issues earlier in life has led to him fearing the consequences of losing his temper. He is not afraid to be the first to attack however, if he feels that violence would be the best way to diffuse a situation.

In order to deal with the stress that he bottles up, he has a nervous habit of needing to handle something - anything - to keep himself occupied. He tends to keep some kind of trinket in his pocket for this purpose, the most recent being a smooth, flat stone.

Biography:
Hitoshi grew up in a fractured household. With an abusive father figure, he quickly learned that violence was an easy solution to most problems that life through his way and came to embrace that fact - using it as a defence mechanism to cope with any and every stressful situation that life threw at him. He was an intelligent enough child, but his lack of motivation and drive to tackle problems that could not be solved by attacking them did him no favors in his early school years.

As he grew, Hitoshi became a problem child of sorts - aggressive and hostile to pretty much anyone that crossed his path. He found himself in trouble with the law on more than one occasion and as a result began to gain a bad reputation. Naturally, this only served to fuel his dislike of others and his violent streak. After all, if he was going to be judged to be 'the bad kid' then he might as well live up to the name. After finding himself on the losing side of a number of fights he instigated, he began brawling in a back-ally gathering - determined to become stronger and stronger until he could not be beat.

It was when he was fifteen that the incident occurred. Furious at some trivial insult, the boy lashed out at his brother and caused some serious harm: going as far as to hospitalise his own family. It was a stark wake up call for Hitoshi - who finally saw what he had become.

From that day onward, he changed. He forced himself to bottle up the anger that he felt inside: dreading what he might do to other people - or himself - if he continued down that same path of destruction. He began to focus on his studies and adopted a life of calm, calculated consideration - focusing his frustration, anger and rage into more productive outlets such as keeping fit and learning skills he missed out on in previous years. He began to judge himself - and whether fairly or not, he could not forgive himself for what he had done.

It is not the true face of Hitoshi Katsu, but it is the only one he dares to show the world.

Persona

Name: Morrigan

Appearance:

Traits:
-Reflects:
-Absorbs:
-Void:
-Resist: Strike, Slash, Pierce (Phys)
-Weak: Hama

Abilities:
Cleave
Counter
Patra
Tarukaja

[User] Senhime was torn first of all the drama club students was obviously in dire need of help but something told her that now was not the time to worry about them. Something big was going to happen that much was for certain but what she had no idea. "Please forgive me" She called out as she chased after Akihito towards the direction of the clock tower. She normally wouldn't do such things but something was practically pushing her telling her to go. Whatever was going on was big deciding that she would follow the advice given from that one anime she once saw while her parents was out. "Nothing will change till you swing that bat kid." With that said she quickly picked up her pace moving as quietly as she can as to try and not arouse suspicion and to her credit due to her nature and how often she wasn't noticed it was somewhat effective.

[Assistant]
"That's good. Good guys look after their sisters," Kimiko said, a bit unnecessarily. The vapid attempt small talk usually wasn't her kind of thing, but she was distracted by a horrific sight up the street ahead of them. Kimiko, usually ever languid, quickened her pace slightly to join the back of the transfixed crowd - a tactical decision that ensured she could be the first to gank Daisuke-kun's bike and consign him to the first course of the flesh buffet while she made her escape to the sea where no machine could follow and Daisuke were just far enough to call themselves safe, while just being close enough to see what was going on through the shoulders and whispers of bystanders.

Through the slowly-clearing smoke, a wreck was plainly visible - just as awful as Kimiko had feared, and as no one was rapidly hurrying to the cab, it was plain that survival was a pipe dream. It was the small legion of automatons that were forming up before the crowd that grabbed Kimiko's attention.

They carry pizza on their backs...yet carry malice in their eyes.

She was growing uncomfortable. The chewing on her gum became quiet, close-mouthed chomping.

"If you would, Daisuke-kun, begin chewing gum in earnest. If need be, we can create a minefield. Clog their wheels.""

A strip of Hubba Bubba Bubble Tape (TM) was distributed on an egalitarian basis to the one-time delinquent.

[User]
They had only been a couple of hundred metres from the drug store that Hitoshi had needed to visit when the crash occurred. If only he had been a little faster he might have missed the events - might have been on his way none the wiser to the events taking place, with his father's sleeping pills and his own mundane concerns to deal with rather then...

Well, rather than what actually did happen.

Throwing out an arm to catch the girl by his side instinctively as the vehicle screeched past at ludicrus speed, his first response of swearing loadly after the driver was cut short as he saw the vehicle swing more and more out of control as it hurtled down the street. Either the driver had a death wish or there was something very wrong.

"Hurry home." He stated simple, placing his hands on Minori's shoulders to stop her, before turning on his heel and setting off down the street at full sprint.

The sickening sound of twisted metal colliding with brick and motar indicated that he had made the right decision. At the speed that the vehicle had been moving, an accident - which he could only hope it had been - would likely be a scene best avoided. Not something he would wish anyone have to see.

That said, he couldn't just ignore it himself. It was a stupid thing to do but there was something that drew him onwards. Maybe it was his connection with the area - he had spent a long time on these streets as a youth after all. Maybe he felt he owed someone or something his concern. He didn't know.

Smoke... He thought, drawing close just in time to be treated to the sound of someone - something - shrieking like a banshee or some such otherworldly being. He paused, taken aback for the first time at the sound. It didn't even seem... human.

Shaking himself off, he pushed roughly through the crowd of useless bystanders. Standing around, mouths agape as they did nothing he thought, they were worse than useless. Wasn't anobody even going to try and... help?

Huh.

He watched for a moment from the front of the crowd - a bad feeling stirring in his chest as he watched their numbers grow. It was the 'eyes' that concerned him more than anything. The eyes, and the fact that they didn't seem to be helping. In fact judging by the way they were mobilising, they almost looked hostile...

Oh.

"Move!" Hitoshi yelled, half turning to the crowd with a threatening gesture. " Get the hell out of here! Now!"

He needed something that would move them. Something that would panic them - something they would understand. Anything that would break the vacant ignorance of the crowd...

"It's going to explode! He yelled.


[System]
Race: Tall Dwarf
Age: Young Adult

Health roll 1

Gold: 100

Attributes:

You are not a elf by birth but were adopted by a elf. You can pick Between being born as dwarf (Tall dwarf - look like human, normal dwarf they are short, or Dvergr Dvergr they have stony skin, they can turn into a stone statue at will.) or as Kobold
You are deaf, but because of it you will be harder to hit. Anyone trying to hit you will have to roll higher to do so.

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Appearance:

Credit: Melanie Delon

Mortha has always been a petite woman. Standing at 5' nothing with a slender frame, she often gives the impression that a slight breeze might just knock her over. Despite being a dwarf, the woman lacks their particular stocky stature, due to constant illnesses, and because she'd been raised by elves, many mistake her for an elven child. In rarer cases, she'd also been accused of Silver addiction, as it would very easily explain her youthful look and pale complexion. However, while she is frail and thin, she more than makes up for it in grace and with a smile that could melt hearts with its innocence.

As for clothing and style, the girl can be often found gushing over one pretty bauble or another, and her wardrobe reflects that as well. She is not a person with sensible fashion, wearing outfits of clashing colors that were put together without much thought, as long as the pieces looked pretty individually. In addition, she almost never wears clothing without a long, full, left sleeve, so it would hide the dummy wooden arm she has in place of a real, missing one.

Accessories:

Personality & Bio

Mortha was born to a pair of tall dwarves, a family that wasn't of much note or wealth, and with a history most would shudder from. Illness and madness runs in the girl's bloodline due to a curse, or so the stories say, though one particular member of her family confirmed that for Mortha. Her uncle, supposedly a man of great intellect, lost his mind a few years after she'd been born, and proceeded to try to murder the young girl, certain she was possessed by some evil that would enslave the world. He did this with a dark spell of his own, a curse that was supposed to kill Mortha and all the demons she allied herself with.

Thanks to a brave elf adventurer of the Grail family, the girl managed to escape, only losing an arm and her hearing in the process. Since then, her savior became her adoptive father, and an idol to look up to. Though she never could become a brave adventurer like him, it wasn't for lack of trying. She and her father clashed together plenty of times over this issue, and it wasn't until he allowed her to become a part of Mystery Busters detective agency, that she was content.

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Abilities:
Class: Puppeteer;

Can only be used once a day, or after a power nap.
You have to have line of sight to posses the target.
You can use this abilty after each gm post once if in combat.
You can pull other character with you through the shadows if you hold their hand. (so ignore the chaos action part of the card) If they dont want to hold your hand then you cannot move them.
Outside combat use it how often you like. Just dont forget to roll for each use.
You can summon A frost elemental companion that last until it dies in combat, or a hour if out of combat.
Your frost elemental can do simple task, like fetch, hit, follow, make ice cubes for drinks, etc.
Your frost elemental can cast a ray of frost that can freeze things.
Your frost elemental can throw chunks of ice at targets.
After using this spell you have to recover for several rp minutes. During this time you cannot even move, even less protect yourself. Considering your healt roll is 1, if anything hits you during this time you will have to death roll.
Thressures:

Every time you hit something you aimed at, you can teleport 3 spaces around. It will be more risky if you are teleporting to a space out of your view.
It last for a few hours, it does not make you soundless. You have to roll to drink it.
How well you roll will determe how well you heal everyone
You will turn into a random character from the house Spinnersilk who also has a Silver Vampire Locket. Not all npc characters will have it. Once transformed you are playing with their skills set and personality as you are them.
Your creepy uncle is responsible for you missing one arm.
+1000 gold you can spend in the shop or keep.
You know you are sicky and just in case you have written your will for when you die. So any treasure you have on you at the moment of death will be given to the right person.
You may control a ally for several minutes, and they may resist you if they so wish. Both of you will have to roll. If you roll higher you can keep on/start controlling them. If they roll higher they have resisted you/broke away from your control.

[User] I sigh with relief at being able to see again. Stupid case, it's going to get us killed. If I understood correctly, according to what dr bully said 'He was a annoyance...', a certain "he" is no longer with us. I look at Mortha hoping she will inquire more about who this "he" is.

[Assistant]
@Magic

Mortha stepped into the medical bay, and watched with relief as the doctor tended her partner and Deathy. Simple pests or not, the little hatrats did damage that cannot be ignored. It was no wonder the girls were obsessed with accidents.

But then the doctor turned to her, eyeing the fake arm. Mortha tried not to fidget where she stood, and mentally began preparing an explanation for her weak health. Every once in a while, people tended to fret over her fragile state, and it was something she had to explain time and time again. She was stable, and not in any immediate danger after all.

As she opened her mouth to speak, the doctor voiced a completely different train of thought. A thousand questions flooded the assistant-turned-detective's mind, until she could no longer hold them back.

"Did you just threaten me?" Was the question that won the race. Mortha's tone was incredulous. Why on earth would anyone threaten her, so out of the blue?

"And... Did you just admit you would shoot him? And you didn't do what to him, exactly? And who is 'him'?" She gave her kobold partner a glance, uncertain that this doctor really just threatened her.

"Please, keep your hands away from the gun. There's no need for further violence, ma'am. Tell us what happened." Mortha said, a sad yet hopeful expression on her face. What happened to this woman to make her so... jaded?

[User]
@Magic

Lily annoyedly snorted and rolled her eyes. Threaten? They would know if she did such a thing, but till now? She considered herself to been polite. Then came the other questions and the woman tapped on her gun handle while sighing. Completely ignoring Mortha request to keep her hands away from the gun. Her body language clearly stating that will not happen anytime soon, without a fight.

"Who is him?...Tell you what happened? If we knew what happened you wouldnt even be here." She snapped, but her mood quickly deflated and she sighed and started to slowly walk up to Mortha and then by the tall dwarf stopping beside the door to the medical bay. With a thumb she pointed out the door and towards the purple crystal in the center of the massive room. "Thats him. Go look for yourself what happened. If you need a medical report on it... I will do it but the cause is pretty obvious. Armin will undo the preservation magic for a closer look, once Elliones allows it. So go talk to him, he was insistent to be the one explaning the situation to you bunch. He is Lady Anna husband his word is law after Laddy Annas that is."

At that the twins chipped in up till now silently sitting there looking at Alexis and occasionally waving at her in sync. Yet neither smiled, they simple looked like they were training in holding a poker face.

"Father wanted you two to..."
"... settle in the guest room first." Deathy slid off the medical bay, Killy never letting go of her sister hand.
"He will come to..."
"... you in the guest room."
"Maybe he is already..."
"...there waiting for you."
"He is real good at waiting."
"True. What do you..."
"...want us to do?" They looked between the three adults to settle they eyes on Alexis. Moving up beside her, staring at her. Indirectly telling that they wanted to follow the Mystery busters, or show them the way around.

[Assistant]
Great, the twins are looking at me. Just great.
I put a small smile on my face and crouched to be eye-level with Deathy and Killy, such a lovely names.
"It would really help us alot if you two sweet angels could show us to our rooms so we can speak with your father." I said as I awkwardly padded each girl on the head. The sooner we talk with him the better.

[User]
@Magic

Mortha winced as the doctor snapped at her, keeping a hand on the gun despite the detective's request. Rude and hostile, she'd never ran into someone quite that unfriendly for no reason whatsoever. So, as the woman moved out of the medical bay, Mortha only managed to stare after her.

"Oh... kay." She said slowly, turning towards Alexis and the twins.

"I agree. Let's head to the guest room." She said, expression brightening into a smile. She nodded at the two girls, waiting on them to show the way.

[Assistant]
@Illyrianna
The twin hummed and holding hands walked up front. They were not as fast in leading their way across the open space. The heart of the mansion, but as they came close to the purple crystal, the twin steps speed a bit up aiming to reach the stairs across the big hall. But now that the Mystery busters were close enough they could make out what was the crystal preserving.

It was a body of a Kobold.

His rock fur was black, the body was laying on the floor on its back. The tail was swung the side and appeared as if went thougth a lot of things during its owner life. The hands and legs were resting close to the body. It would nearly appear as if the body was asllp. It if wasnt for the part that was missing. The head was nowhere to be noticed. The blood poodle from the neck was still glistening even if it was looking mostly dry in the light broken by the purple tint of the crystal.

There was the mystery for the mystery busters.

If neither of the professionals said or did anything the twins would lead them up to the first floor and into a room that was more like a apartment with kitchen, dining table, bedroom and bathroom. The guest room was empty. The twins would leave the mystery to themsel then allowing them to have a moment alone.

If thougth the mystery busters stopped, to look or question about the obviously headless kobold, they would stop in place and look down to their feet.

[User]
Poor Kobold. The sight is horrifying, no wonder they don't want to be anywhere near it. I decided to take another look at the body and see if I can spot anything unusual or important about the headless Kobold.
Look at the body of Kobold 10

[Assistant] The purple crystal doesnt allow to gather any specific details. Alexis knew that the crystals would blurry whatever she sees a bit. She did noticed something small, maybe greyish, hard to tell because of the purple tint of the crystal, poking out of one of the pockets of the dead kobold. Yet, with the crystal in the way and preserving the crime scene Alexis wouldnt be able to do anything. The caster of it would have to undo the spell to allow full access to the body.

[User]
Mortha followed the twins dutifully, until she spotted her partner peering at the body. The tall dwarf checked where her ice translator was, saw that it was following as well, and then proceeded to address the kobold.

"What is it, Alex? Did you see something?"


[System]
gender: male
godly parents: Aisoyimstan, Mahina
sphere of control: Cold, Darkness
personality: Landon's powers are very powerful, but unfortunately unreliable for himself. Having such an expanse of powers that couldn't be used for himslf have put him in a confusing position. He would use his powers to help himself and others as he sees fit, but due to his mother they tend to only want to respond to others needs of them. Feeling like he was destined to be used and controlled has given him a bitterness against everyone, but as fighting them is completely useless he tends to just go along with the flow. He is very smart and wise, but often dark in his thoughts as he cares for no one. He can still be jovial and witty once he opens up, but that's just him suppressing his bitterness.
sacred animal: Walrus
powers: Landon has very strong control and manipulation of both cold/ice and shadows/darkness. Unfortunately the full strength of these powers can only be brought out at other's request. Few know this and Landon doesn't like to tell anyone feeling he'll just be a tool for their use afterwards.
weapon(s): Landon makes due with the various weapons he constructs on the fly. Spears are a favorite projectile and Swords are favored in melee situations.
History:
Landon is currently twenty-seven, and grew up with a foster family in Washington. He found out about his powers at a young age and tried training them on his own. Not having anything to compare his powers with, he was content with the growth in his powers. That is until he met a demi-god that threatened his siblings on the way home from school. He realized he was still very weak as he couldn't do anything to save his brother, but he found a surge in power as his sister cried for help from him. He tore the man apart and saved his sister with his new found power. Afterwards he tried to find that same power and became frustrated as he found he couldn't. One day he met his wandering father by chance and learned of what his mother did to him. Having lost her love, she "cursed" him with the need to help others, stunting his powers until someone unlocks them.
other:

[User]
Alec watches the rest leave then stands slowly. He looks at the cheese man and takes in his words with a nod his eyes showing that he understood that there was more to it. The friendly side of Alec seems to be gone with the idea of war in his mind. His spear seems to appear in his hands as he becomes his God form his slams the end of the spear into the ground and seems to vanish. Alec was preparing for war and for him there is no mercy in it, no kindness.
The Egyptian underworld becomes full of activity. The same if not more then when the merged were at war with the old gods. Large predatory birds fly in circles around his home. Large crocodiles with gleaming teeth in dangerous smiles gather around his rooms and reports of statues of Anubis seeming to move or disappear make waves in blogs online. Alec himself stands outside his rooms with glowing eyes as he commands half of his creatures of the world and statues to prepare that something was coming and that they would need to be ready to respond. He would not be seen in his human form until the threat has passed. And his underworld would be dangerous to any to enter. Especially with the rousing of creatures like the rocs flying within.

[Assistant]
Leo was startled by the young goddess but quickly understood the gravity of the situation as he saw the large snake slither over to him and Rhona. He ran as quickly as he could without dropping Rhona, occasionally looking back to see that the young goddess was not too far behind.

After the 3 were at a far enough distance, Leo opened another portal that lead to Rhona's dimension. Once the 3 were safely on the other side, the portal slammed shut so that the snake may not enter into this safe haven.

On the other side of the portal, the trio had found themselves in a large feild of wild flowers with a view of mountains in the distance. It held a few lakes that were so clean and pure, that it was like a mirror, making it look as if the sky itself had been painted on the ground. This was Rhona's home. A place where the sky touched the Earth as the clouds rolled in, touching the ground. This was the place where Rhona grew up in, as her parents hoped that the clean air and comfortable atmosphere would help improve Rhona's condition.

In the distance was a small cottage. One might think that this was a rather humble dwelling for a goddess, but to Rhona this was home.

Leo turned his head and looked at Yuki and exhaled loudly and quickly, looking indifferent, for once. He made a groaning noise, signaling her to follow him as he made his way to the cottage.

[User]
Landon's face lit up at Cia's offer to join her in the Nexus. The thought of having access to the Nexus of Portals made him actually a little giddy on the inside. He could expore the realms to his hearts content and Cia was very wise and knowledgeable and she was asking for his help. "Of course I'll join you in the Nexus. I will do everything I can to help protect it. I will probably ask a lot of questions from you if you take me. I have been trying to learn how to use my powers and more about the gods, but I'm finding there is a lot to it." Landon had not noticed Cythlla's absence, he didn't know much about her and was more concerned with the two other threats at hand.

Landon felt a chill and suddenly fur formed on the ceiling. The rabbit man dropped out of the fur portal, it didn't surprise Landon. He almost expected it this time. He also had an idea for how to deal with this man now. He had dealt with others like him before. And he was in a really good mood. "RABBIT LOON!" Landon threw his arms excitedly in the air and lept to the center of the room to hug the odd man. "Yeah, I'm surprised you found this place. It's so dull here you couldn't even cut cheese." Landon had attended a mortal college, so he was slightly fluent in abstract. "How long until this purple pigeon gets here, you know the big one, or was it seven?" Landon had put his arm around the loon as if they were close friends.  "And are the new guys down, because we don't know of the intrusion yet?"

[Assistant]
Cia smiled at Landon, happy to have him along to help protect the Nexus. "I'm afraid you won't be going into any of the realms, so long as we can protect the Nexus there shouldn't be a need to." Cia said happy that he agreed to come with her. Of course that was also when Sheogorath made his entrance.

At Landon's remarks Sheogorath just looked at him confused. Sure he could speak abstract, but understanding it was a bit harder for him. Only Haskill, his chamberlain, could understand it clearly. Sheogorath barely knew what he himself was saying half the time. "Your not quite right in the head are you child?" Sheogorath said looking at Landon confused. Talking to Sheogorath in any form to try and strike up a normal conversation was impossible. "And I'm not a loon! I'm Sheogorath! Deadric Prince of Madness from the planet Tamriel!" Sheogorath said introducing himself finally, and to everyone within the room as well.

"Just hope you all don't die in the coming battle's you know? Though it seems like one of you already fell, funny how immortals aren't as immortal as they thing huh?" Sheogorath said with a smile on his face as he leaned on his cane in the center of room. "I'll tell you what though, behave yourselves around the exotics huh? Course I think those Velociraptors will eat you all no matter what anyways. Hungry creatures those be." Sheo added with a grin on his face, yet another cryptic warning.

[User]
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Yuki had no time to dance. The music made the 8-headed snake too fast. Unreasonably fast. So fast that if she had not been in its way, it might have caught up to the lion and whoever it was carrying. She managed to keep up long enough for the unusually black lion to open up a portal to another dimension. She jumped through with them without hesitation, and heard the portal close befote the fake orochi could get through.

It should disappear after the song ends... thought Yuki with a sigh of relief.

She took a look around at this new place. It was beautiful. A pure place, free of any sort of uninvited influence from travelers who had lost their way. The water was like a mirror, and the world seemed to allow nature to act in its most calm and natural way. It was almost lonely, if Yuki was being completely honest with herself. For such purity to exist, very few life forms would be allowed to inhabit it.

Yuki heard a sound. She turned to its source, and found it to be the lion with the unconscious girl. It seemed to have wanted her to follow along, so she did. As she did, Yuki took a look at the unconscious girl. She was a goddess, that much was for sure, but Yuki didn't quite know her all that well. That's one problem about residing on the earthly plain, not getting to know other gods and goddesses all that well. Still, she did hear a small bit about others whenever she attends meetings. Going by the look of her, Yuki would hazard a guess that she was of pure celtic-origin. Her unconscious state told her that she was frail, even for a deity. Finally, she was accompanied by a unique Ebony Lion, which was the sacred animal of only one deity that Tuki had heard of.

If she had to guess, this goddess with the lion is the one called Rhona.

Still, there was no way for her to affirm her guess without someone to talk to, and Yuki held no skill with speaking to felines. So she simply continued to follow, hoping that the goddess would wake up and speak with her.

[Assistant]
Leo pushed the door open to the cottage with his head and walked inside. It had three rooms: a kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom. Leo went into the bedroom and placed Rhona on the bed, then covered her with a comforter. He exhaled loudly then groaned again as he sniffed her face, then rubbed his muzzle against her. Leo then sat down and quietly waited at Rhona's bedside for his master to awaken. This is something that wouldn't take too terribly long. Leo suspected a few hours before she would awaken and perhaps finally be rid of her fever.

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A 6 hours had passed, yet Rhona was still not awake, however, Leo continued to wait patiently. Then suddenly...... movement. Rhona's eyelids twitched then slowly opened. She stared at the ceiling, blinking at few times until her eyes adjusted.

She was in her room again. "Was it just a dream...?" Rhona thought to herself slightly confused. She sighed and sat up. Rhona placed her hand on her forehead; her fever had gone down by a lot and her temperature was now only slightly above average. Leo stood up and rubbed his face against Rhona's hand and purred, greeting his beloved master.

"Hey Leo... How are you...?" Rhona replied groggily, smiling warmly as she pet Leo. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Yuki who was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room. She flinched and stared at her wide eyed, her jaw dropped in surprise. "H-how did you get here?! No body should know of this place! So how-?" Leo cut Rhona off with a groan as he gently pushed his head against Rhona.

Rhona looked down at Keo then understood and her expression calmed. "I see... Leo brought you here, didn't he? He must like you." She paused, and Leo appeared indifferent from Rhona's response. "Sorry for yelling at you. It's just nobody else has been able to find this realm, let alone visit it... You're the first one..." She replied lowering her voice. " ah...! But that's enough about me! What about you? Why are you here?"

[User]
Landon was taken aback slightly at the change in Sheogorath's pace, but it made him happy all the same that he was talking with them now. Getting slightly defensive now, but with a jovial tone. "Well you are the one coming around giving us warnings without introducing yourself. And people who are mad in the head aren't being controlled. Someone who's being controlled does sane things, like coordinated murder. Unless their being controlled by a madman. Which after seeing you, I'm done talking." Looking at Sheo again, he remembered his title was the Prince of Madness, which probably explained the intermittent crazy ramblings. He really was talking to a crazy man right now.

At that point Landon sort of sulked back next to Cia. "So what do we do with him? What can we do with him? And why would he think I've fallen if I was just acting a little silly?"


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: A mid tall and beautiful woman with a slender figure, a long redhead and blue eyes. She also happens to be of mixed blood, Japanese and Russian. Her main attire is often a combination of pants and a blouse, she is known for always carrying a red scarf with her.

Personality: Hikaru is one girl of a very bizarre personality. Most of times she seems to be a dumb airhead girl, she acts as if the life were to be a game, it's not weird for she to claim irreleveant and even idiotic comments or do dramatic entrances. However this doesn't mean she is an idiot herself, when the situation requires she can be quite smart and despite her demeanor she does take her life seriously. Part of her bizarre personality is due to an amnesia that cut the lapse of memories between her childhood and her 17 years onward.

Bio: Hikaru is a girl born in Japanese country, despite that, her father was of Russian origin. Her family was one of great influence in Japan and it's still one. Together with her sister Kiyomi, they learned certain Japanese arts regarding the usage of charms through enchantments, later, for reasons she is unaware of she would go to train in british lands in the usage of celtic talismans which despite having a different nature had in essence a similar base. It was there when she learned how to use weapons such as bows and a deadly accuracy, later in a period of time she is also unaware off she would hone her skills and craft her own customized bow. All these are elements unexistant within her mind as she lost her memories and sealed them within a box for reasons she don't even know as they currently doesn't exists within her. It's different from amnesia as her memory lost isn't a temporary or subconscious one but instead she literally removed (or someone else did) the concept of a long period of memories and put them into a box sealed within a special key. Due to her own interest in recovering her memories she had been following any lead that may guide her to the location of the hidden key that even she may had hidded herself.

Others: She carries the Schroddinger's Box with her which contains her sealed memories. Her own set of arrows and self crafted bows, several elements to create charms and talisman and a portable videoconsole. She totally dislike Pizza due to a strange dream were a retarded guy called her Hickeru the Pizza Lady

Magic:

- Enchantment 5
- Materialization 3
- Dark Magic 2

Non-Magical Combat:

- Archery 3
- Hand to hand 4.
- Small blades 3

Support Skills:

- Accuracy 4:
- Influence resistance 3:
- Crafting: 3

[User] "Er... they have ears... so they could potentially hear us, furthermore, we're in a room with people with supernatural powers, at least one of them has to have something to enhance their senses... so... yeah... they probably can hear you. Furthermore... I'm just really uncomfortable with this topic of conversation." I said quietly, looking to the side. Yeah... not a good time to be honest with him, especially since I'll be living with him.

[Assistant]
"...bored..." Mumbled Hikaru to herself with an open book in hands. Lazily she stood up and decided to grab a snack and take a bit of fresh air.

A few minutes later.

Mikkish found his body being propelled like a doll as his left side received a brutal impact.
Hikaru's legs pressed strongly against his ribs as she jumped to land a drop kick on him and threw him away from the scene. A weak girl like her wouldn't have that much strenght, hence she enchanted her boots to force a vector upon Mikkish's body.

After she landed in the floor, Hikaru quickly stood up and cleaned her pants, fixed her hair and said to Joe.

"Hello! Joe Hikari right? What a strange coincidence meeting you here. How are you?"

[User]
Mikkish dive rolled as he flew, to avoid the pain of hitting the ground. 'Alright, I guess she heard me.' Mikkish thought.

"I wasn't even talking about you, bitch!" Mikkish yelled at Hikaru

[Assistant] I looked at Hikaru shocked as she suddenly dive kicked Mikkish out of his seat. I didn't know whether to feel grateful for her rescuing me from that uncomfortable conversation, or if I should chastise her for attacking Mikkish. "Uh... h-hey Hikaru... I-I'm alright..." I said, rubbing the back of my head nervously. I then turned to Mikkish. "You okay?" I asked, getting up and offering him my hand to help him up.

[User]
"Hey! Don't mind the guy" said Hikaru lowering Joe's hand.
"I mean, a girl fixes herself just to spontaneously initiate a conversation with you. Shouldn't you be more focused on that?" Asked Hikaru while making an effort to put her most "adorable" face.

[Assistant]
Remliel's head perked up. The sound of crashing and shouting called to her~!

"Is that a fight I'm hearing?" she yelled from across her table. "Because if it is, put it on hold and give me a few minutes to finish breakfast, then we can fight!"

Can't fight on an empty stomach, after all.

[User] "Uh... what?" I asked, I looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oh no..." I thought, having a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think this girl had a crush on me... I glanced over at Mikkish and then at Hikaru. If I didn't let her down now, things might get worse, but if I reveal why there's no possible way that I'd be attracted to her in such a way, Mikkish would likely judge me for my sexual orientation and things would get complicated in the dorm. I needed a way out of this, now! I was thankful when another girl called out about a fight. I quickly turned toward her and waved my arms in front of me and shook my head. "N-Nope, no fight here, I assure you!" I said, I hoped that it'd buy me a few more seconds to think of something...

[Assistant] Leon left the room and went back up to the dorm he shared and changed clothes. he then headed over to the cafeteria. when he got there he grabbed a plate and got a waffle, some bacon, and an egg and took a seat alone at one of the tables off to the side and started eating.

[User]
I looked around quietly, desperate for some way out of this. Then I saw Leon. "Er... sorry! But there's something that I got to do, I have... to meet up with a friend, yeah! W-We were planning on taking a look around the island, and we're meeting up right now, gotta run, see ya, bye!" I said, I left my half eaten plate on the table and rushed over to Leon's, feeling ashamed that I was blowing Hikaru off and was lying about the real reason why I was doing it. I'd make it up to her later and I'd explain everything to her.

I walked up to Leon nervously. "Um... I-I know this is going to sound strange, b-but I want you to walk out of the cafeteria with me. I'm... kind of avoiding a very awkward situation and I-I'll owe you big time!" I said, clasping my hands together, hoping that he'd leave with me and I could avoid Hikaru and Mikkish.

[Assistant]
"W-w-waiiit! Hold on!!" Exclaimed Hikaru as Joe disappeared

With a sulken face she sighed and mumbled. "Too boring..."

The girl looked at Mikkish and said.

"All right, I'll let you invite me to a coffee at least. Gotta kill the boredom anyway." said

"Besides, I'm curious. You're always clutching to that book. Is some sort of magical artifact? Woah, don't put that face, I'm not interested on it. However, if you know a method or trick to find magical artifacts that could be of use for me" stated with a grin.

[User] Leon looked up when he heard Joe, he had only really eaten half of his meal but he would help him out anyway "um...sure, let's go." he said. he got up, put his plate on the return table, and went to follow Joe out of the cafeteria.

[Assistant]
"What?" Mikkish said, showing rage for a second. This crazy bitch really thought Mikkish wanted to take her for coffee after she want psycho on him?

Problem was, as Mikkish looked over Hikaru, her cute face, her sexy body, though, he thought, she could use slightly bigger jugs. But as far as Mikkis was concerned, every girl could. Mikkish didn't take long to realize that, in fact, yes, yes he did want to take her to coffee.

His mouthed curved into a smirk, a smirk that signaled, to a perceptive individual, ulterior motives.

"Yes," Mikkish said "Alright, lets go for some coffee. And we can talk about ancient artifacts. Sound good?" Mikkish had not intentions of telling her too much about the book. HIS book. But she was a pretty lady.

[User]
"Thank you!" I said, letting out a sigh of relief, I wouldn't have to make a bad situation even worse than it already was. I owed Leon big time.

I walked out of the cafeteria with Leon and looked at him. "S-Sorry for pulling you away from your meal, you see, I was having a very awkward moment, the boy from our dorm, Mikkish, he kept talking about women in an inappropriate way. He wouldn't stop it and I couldn't tell him why I wasn't interested in it, and then this girl, Hikaru kind of dive kicked him out of nowhere and I think she has a crush on me... and I couldn't tell her why I wasn't interested in her with Mikkish there. From the little I gathered from talking to Mikkish, I think he'd be really judgmental because of that reason and I would rather try and not cause a ton of problems, especially since we'll be living together... a-and I'm just blabbering on and on, I'm sorry." I said, rubbing the back of my head awkwardly.

I turned to him and bowed. "A-Anyway, thank you very much, um... if anyone asks, we went out and explored the town. I-I mean I was planning on doing so anyway after I had eaten, and it was the first thing that popped into my head. I owe you a big favor. Um... like... if you need help with homework or something... I dunno... uh... just ask anytime." I said, rubbing the back of my head.

[Assistant] "it's no problem" Leon said as he walked out with Joe. "um, hey" it was Leon's turn to be nervous "do you...want to go explore the town together?...i mean if your going to...and i hadn't thought of what to do yet, but...going around town could be...nice" his voice trailed off a bit and he nervously twiddled his thumbs and glanced down "I...i-if you wanted to go on your own that's fine too, i could go...somewhere"

[User] I looked at Leon and looked a bit shocked. Not because I didn't want to or that I didn't like Leon, but because I was unused to others wanting to hang out with me. A bright smile spread across my face. "O-Of course! The more the merrier." I said. "A-Am I making a friend?" I wondered, trying to keep my giddiness from bubbling to the surface. "Let's get going then!" I said smiling and walked off of the campus and toward town, excited about what we might find in the town.

[Assistant]
Remliel stared on as the little fiasco settled down. She huffed while playing with a banana. Humph, nothin happened. That's kinda boring . . . she thought. Maybe I can get one to spar with me? That Hikaru girl looks cool; even if she is hiding her personality. Come to think of it, I never did ask her how she pulled off that shadow thing . . .

With a sigh, Remiel leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of food passing through her gut. That was a good meal!

[User] Leon smiled as he walked alongside Joe towards the town, he was glad that his first time exploring the town would be with a friend. Maybe they could find a place were he could replace the bullet Mikkish wasted on the dorm window as well.

[Assistant]
"Ah... it's all so dizzying..." I mumbled as we walked through the crowded streets of the sprawling city, the buildings reaching high into the air, occasionally passing by a few street performers, either earning tips through average skills, such as playing the guitar or juggling, or others using their magical talents to put on dazzling shows. I took a deep breath, staying close to Leon. I had always lived in a relatively small town, so the transition from a small town to a large city such as this was a bit overwhelming. "Well... at least we won't be able to get lost." I said, looking at Leon.

I pulled out a map and unfolded it. The first thing that was different was that it was showing our exact location on the map. The next thing that was definitely different was when my finger brushed against one of the other markers on the map. It gave a short description and picture of the location, in this case it was city hall near the center of the city. "Pretty neat, right? I got it from the library yesterday." I said, smiling cheerfully. I knew that I'd have to get a job, so I found a marker for the shopping district.

It showed a large main street with several shops on the sides of the road and smaller shops lining smaller streets that spread out from the main street. It came up with a description saying 'This bustling hot spot is great for budding mages and tourists. Ranging from specialty shops for spellbooks to weapons, to simple shops such as hobby shops and clothing stores. There's something for everyone, make the Shopping District your destination today!'. "Mind if we stop here first? I kind of wanted to see if I could find any work." I said, rubbing the back of my head, the image and description disappearing from the paper.

[User]
"Oh no, you're making the face. That face, the face of a perv, you perv." Said Hikaru after Mikkish's answer.

"I'm just givin' you the privilege of inviting me a coffee, nothing else, think no further than that ok?"

"Also, clean yourself up a bit, men should always make sure they're clean and nicely dress when talking to girls, That's like an unwritten rule you know? Yet you seem as if a train had run over you"


[System]
Rank: Swords of Sanghelios Commando

Species: Sangheili

Appearance:
Tar (right) practices CQC tactics with an energy lance

Skills:
Experience of piloting Banshees (Type-27 & Type-54) and Type-57 Phantoms
Covert infiltration
Sabotage
Close quarters combat
Military administration & combat training
Application of non-standard weaponry

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
Type-1 Energy Sword for hand to hand combat
Type-52 Mauler for closing with targets
Type-57 Carbine for medium/long range engagements
Commando Harness (halopedia.org/Commando_harness) with propulsion unit
Type-2 Spike Grenades and Type-3 Firebombs, if available

Background:
Tar 'Mdalak was born on Brissekh, a pristine frontier world, in the 2520s. Her father was Tarkr 'Mdalakai, old swordsman and kaidon of the planet's largest settlement.

Her homeworld was heavily tapped by the Covenant for fighters, with nearly all Tar's numerous siblings conscripted into the military.

Tar was desperate to earn glory along with her brothers, but the Sangheili ranks wouldn't have her. The place of females was to guard their home keep, and a lot of the Covenant traditionalists preferred it that way. So instead she served as the captain of the guard for her father's keep.

Frustrated with the relatively small scope of her responsibilities, Tar put all her effort into modernising her troops. She expanded their training far beyond basic guard duties, incorporating asymmetric warfare tactics and mechanised detachments.

She also supplemented the traditional energy lances favoured by traditional guard units with the latest Covenant weaponry, like Carbines and Beam Rifles.

There were lots of opponents to her reformist vision, especially seeing as she was a female wielding significant influence over the old kaidon. This often resulted in skirmishes between would-be dissidents and Tar's well equipped militia. It was in danger of boiling over into all out civil war until the Brutes attacked.

The Sangheili-Jiralhanae war hit Brissekh completely by surprise. None of the Keeps received warning of the raid until Brute RCS class cruiser was in low orbit. Before any of the Keeps could react, they'd destroyed the space port and bastion compounds before deploying two companies of heavy infantry to kill as many citizens as they could find.

With the distress signal sent, Tar deployed her troops to the large city outside the Keep. With everyone behind the fortifications, maybe they could hold out until friendly ships arrived.

However, her father wasn't content to cower behind walls while Sangheili across Brissekh were slaughtered. Despite Tar's protest, he struck out for the landing zone with his retinue, seeking a duel with the War Chieftain. They found each other, but survivors say Tarkr 'Mdalakai was separated from his bodyguards during the fight and captured by the enemy.

When Tar found out her father had been imprisoned, a much worse fate than death for Sangheili, she went mad with rage. Abandoning her position near the gates of the Keep, she plowed into the marauding Brute hordes. Her vigorous training and agility let her use the Brute numbers against them, with the weight of bodies allowing her to get in close and butcher them.

When her Energy Sword expired from overuse, she took Maulers and Spike Grenades from eviscerated Brutes and pushed forward. Whipped into a frenzy by their commander's raw fury, her troops set upon the Brutes with a cruel precision. The narrow streets of Brissekh's main city ran with Jiralhanae blood.

Such was the ferocity of the Sangheili counter attack that the landing party never even reached the gates. And when a nearby Swords of Sanghelios battle cruiser arrived to help, the Brutes fled the system, taking Kaidon 'Mdalakai with them.

Upon meeting the rescue ship's commanders, Tar immediately invoked the right of release, an intention to rescue her father from a shameful life of capture. In the spirit of Thel 'Vadam's liberalisation of the Swords military, the cruiser's captain granted her passage and enlistment aboard.

The cruiser gave chase to the Brute ship, but it got away. They searched for the aggressors, but the trail went cold. Tar vowed never to give up, but accepted that she needed to contribute.

She quickly fell in with a squad of Brute hunters that were formerly part of the Silent Shadow division of Covenant crack troops. They were operating from the battle cruiser and had learned of Tar's plight. When they realised her ability in combat, they offered her a place on missions slaughtering any Jiralhanae they could find. Tar gained a reputation for exceptional cruelty when it came to Brutes, often appearing to exact personal revenge on each combatant.

It took three long years of searching before Tar got a solid lead. Some of the Brutes they'd interrogated had heard a rumor Sangheili kaidons were being held on Brute ships near a Forerunner construct known as Sarcophagus. Her squad tried to convince her the intel was shaky at best, but Tar didn't care.

She parted ways with Silent Shadow and set out on her own. Finding passage aboard a military vessel, she gained access to the Sangheili-Human facilities on Sarcophagus by joining the colony's defensive contingent.

However, despite searching for months, Tar could find no trace of the Brute cruiser. To make matters worse, she couldn't stray far from her unit for fear of being tried as a deserter. Many of the assignments on Sarcophagus were for life, but Tar certainly wasn't planning on staying that long if she could help it.

[User]
Tar had always loved climbing, so pursued the dim light at the top of the Tengmaa's chamber with vigour. Brissekh was packed full of cliff faces to scale, and in a way she could remember the routes up and down them better than her way around the frigid woodland. It was the excitement of knowing a shortcut which stuck in her head, Tar supposed.

The rock face here was shrouded in vines, but the Commando quickly figured out a way up, spotting hand and foot holds which jogged distant memories of this place before it became a death trap. The fresh water streaming in from above was cold and refreshing after the warm, smelly interior. The sound gradually built to a crescendo of howling winds and rain at the top, perfectly masking the sound of Tar hauling herself up.

As soon as she was away from the hole, she crouched down and drew her Carbine. The spikes on her feet scraped against the craggy ridge. Visibility was shockingly bad, but Tar knew that could all change in a moment if the wind changed direction. "If they have any sense, they will be inside until the storm passes - we should move quickly. We do not want to be up here if the wind speed increases."

[Assistant]
Vael 'Virisusai

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Vael heeded the advice of the others. A sudden shift in the storm could easily worsen their situation, so they needed to act quickly. "Come, follow quickly. There are some rocks closer, at the base of the ridge, we may use for cover." He ordered.

Visibility was particularly terrible, but a combination of sensors and multiple perspectives from the team did reveal some about the area ahead as they moved down the ridge. Obviously, the most prominent feature was the anti-air cannon itself. The weapon was massive, as it had to be powerful enough to be able to damage capital ships. Given the rough, uneven terrain of the mountains, it was placed on a large, artificial platform. They could also make out multiple structures on the platform as well, in which most of the guards were likely taking shelter from the storm. If, for any reason, they ended up alerting the enemy, it was from there that they would need to expect reinforcements.

Currently, there were only a few hostiles out patrolling on the platform. All seemed to be Unggoy that were unlucky enough to be burdened with the duty in the storm, and even they were trying to take cover as best as they could against the winds. The storm certainly would impact their perception, but unfortunately, it also meant that they would be more alert than they might have otherwise been, if only for the fact that they could not sleep if they wanted to. The winds and rain would severely limit the effectiveness of active camouflage, so it would not be effortless to walk past them unseen. There were only a sparse few objects surrounding the cannon at the moment. Anything not secured to the platform had likely been moved inside before the storm. For the most part, it was an open, flat area.

"We must decide how to sabotage the weapon. Anything we do cannot be detected before it is time for the attack on the Keep. Your…engineer can do this, yes?" Vael said, glancing down to Flint. "Or we can simply plant a powerful enough remote explosive, if we can place it somewhere it will not be seen."

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Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: the climb

The climb up out of the cave and to the top of the ridge was difficult even for him. His species had natural enhancements that helped them climb but even climbing up this he could feel his methane tank catching the gusts of wind with its bulk and pulling him off balance occasionally. When finally at the top he made sure to stay low with a hand running along the stone next to him so he had something to grab on to if he was caught in another gust. At least now that they were getting closer they could see their massive objective a bit closer now.

Speaking his opinion over comms as they continued their approach, "If we are not concerned about keeping the gun mostly intact to use after this engagement. Grik believes he has enough explosives combined with the remaining magazines for his gun to destroy the platform supports or its foundations to topple the gun." He couldn't tell if the platform had supports but it was likely given the terrain being uneven. Even the subtle erosion from fresh drilling and stormy weather could assist with this plan.

[Assistant]
Shih and Vael 'Virisusai

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It took only an instant from the others' perspectives, but Shih ran as thorough of an analysis as she could on the practicality of sabotaging the platform from below. The others hardly had time to consider the suggestion before she started giving her report. "The storm is giving too much interference to my sensors for me to give a definitive answer. Whether or not an explosion of that yield could sufficiently destabilize the platform would depend on how well it is anchored. It is possible, and would certainly deal significant damage to the platform in any case, but it is possible that the cannon may remain operational."

"So we could not simply place an explosive and leave. We would need to remain to ensure the cannon is disabled, and to kill any survivors." Vael remarked.

"Yes, and I can jam their communications if it comes to that. As long as you leave no survivors, the Keep will not be alerted." Shih added.

It seemed they did have options. Attempting stealth could allow them to silently achieve their objective without a firefight, but it was risky. Discovery would place their infiltrators in an exposed position, and they would have to fight the enemy at full strength. Opening with an explosive, even if it did not destroy the platform entirely, would still likely kill some, and disorient the rest. But, they would be guaranteed to have to fight here.

"Spartan Ryker, your Forerunner sensors would make you the best suited to try to silently get close. Active camouflage will be useless in this storm, and the platform has little cover. I am not convinced that a silent approach would be best here; Grikgar's plan may be more likely to work. But, I would hear your assessment first. Vael requested. Compared to any other Human, Ryker would know best what Vael was asking for here. Unlike many other Sangheili, Vael cared little for pride when it came to strategy. He wanted to know, objectively, if Ryker believed his infiltration in this situation would be more likely to succeed than the alternative.

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Spartan Lucas Ryker

Recognizing what it was that Commander Vael was asking of him, Lucas sighed quietly and looked up towards the cannon, swapping modules over to the Promethean Vision and seeing what he could see, which was more than he would have admittedly given it credit for, as only heat signatures seemed to register, but even with that...We'd still need to get up the rock face, get Grikgar and his explosives in place... His brain continued to go over the details of what they would have to do in either situation and, while it couldn't do it as fast as Shih could, still came to a conclusion fairly quickly.

"They're both uncertain and come with unique dangers and challenges. Mine comes from the fact that I'll be alone, Grik's has a chance of just not working like we need. So speaking objectively...I have to say stealth over chance. I've been in and out of plenty of Covenant installations, even before I was a Spartan. This? Nothing new. My concern is we know these guys are allied with the Prometheans, won't they have access to the Promethean tech as well?"

[Assistant]
Yalu 'Suumko

"We put the gun on a sudden lean, everything tips over," Yalu thought out loud. He held out his rifle horizontally in both hands, looking at it as he tilted the barrel end down. "What remains on the higher end, with their feet set to EVA combat, may fire stably down upon a stricken foe which wants for cover. A victory as swift as gravity."

The suggestion had holes, Yalu knew. He was jogging tactical considerations as much as hoping such an approach might allow for a survivor or two, albeit alone in the jungle.

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While listening to the others discuss options, Tar sniffed the air and looked around. A tingle ran all the way down her arms and into her chest, taking cues from atmospheric pressure. Thinking back to when she was last here, Tar finally understood what was coming. "A rolling bank approaches… I say we use speed over stealth; take those buildings to shelter if it passes over."

She scraped a couple of steps forward and looked through her carbine's scope just as the rapidly darkening sky suddenly lit up like daylight for a split-second. Tar studied the platform, looking for any signs they had been spotted. After a few seconds, a deafening boom washed over the mountainside they were on. The sky lit up again, and Tar growled. "We're exposed - whatever we do, we have to do it quickly!" The Commando looked over at the squad leader.


[System]
Physical Form: When appearing on Earth (we'll call it a he) he appears as a pitch-black skinned human. So dark, in fact, that he looks as if he is a moving shadow. He is 6'6, and looks as if he is a muscular 250 pounds. His eyes glow a bloodshot orange-red. His teeth are sharp and pointy. He usually is only wearing a loincloth.
Abilities: Being a demon, he can teleport using the passages of hell. He can overtake the conscience (unless they're very strong willed) of a being and urge them to do something like start a fire or cheat on their spouse. While not full on mind control, he can convince the being to do almost anything. He can turn invisible. He can activate an aura that causes chaos to happen around him. He uses this aura to start small fires, cause couples to argue, and to incite riots out of angry groups. He usually likes to use his tongue instead of a sword, however when push comes to shove he is an imposing figure. He brandishes a great axe that he swings effortlessly with one hand.
Personality: Backstabbing. Clever. Chaotic. Likable.
Relationships: N/A
Backstory: That Which Consumes Peace is the demon of chaos. Lucifer put him in charge of Chaos on Earth. However, That Which Consumes Peace has been trying to unseat his boss and become the king of hell for centuries. In fact, he has gotten so caught up in it that the gods of peace have managed to remove most chaos from the world and prevented him from causing more. So, after learning of the Dungeon Master, he decides to join this little group. Causing chaos on Earth will return That Which Consumes Peace to full power. Maybe this Dungeon Master being could help him take over Hell.
Other: Has a lesser demon has his right hand (wo)man. She Who Bathes in Blood is the demon fairy of Murder and Lust.

HEROS

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Narza shivered as she thought back about the end of the raid, when the humans and loot were being divided up amongst the minions. I was totally invisible, and he looked right at me. Like he knew what I'd done, and was warning me. Like he was going to hit me next...

Of Derrik's memories of the Master, none were specific, but the general emotions came across clear as day. Awe, envy, and a generous amount of fear. As she consumed more souls, she could feel more and more of Derrik's memories. While most were rather dirty and perverted, detailing lurid and nasty encounters with various summoned creatures of the dark that Derrik used for personal pleasure, some were actually helpful, teaching Narza how to use Derrik's Magic. In addition, all the extra souls allowed Narza to actually absorb information from the souls as she tore them apart. Most of it was boring villager, but the priests led fairly interesting lives. Unfortunately, Narza could already feel that it was impossible for her to use the same magic as the priests.

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A problem faced Narza. Derrik's giant chest of valuables was hers for the taking, as only the dark Mage himself could open it. Fortunately, holding Derrik's soul made her count as close enough to Derrik to bypass the magical protection. Unfortunately, the classic-looking wooden chest with golden trim was also enchanted to be weather-proof and spirit proof. For the vast majority of corporeal beings, this wouldn't be a problem. However, Narza was incorporeal and got by in daily life by using wind and water magic whenever she couldn't pass through things. Doorknobs, bodies, and imps were all usually opened up with gusts of wind and water. This meant that Narza's best attempts to open the chest were met with utter failure, as blast after blast of wind and water dissipated harmlessly upon the surface of the chest. Could she have asked someone else to open the chest for her? Certainly, but Narza was both too frustrated and too prideful to go to another for help.

"Stupid girl, why don't you just become solid for a moment?"
"Who the ogre-f***ing s***bag are you!?" Narza screeches, shooting up into the air in a panic.
"I'm your maker, now bow down you foolishly foul-mouthed peasant. I'm taking over this body now." Derrik orders arrogantly, assuming a tone of confidence and power.
"Eww, no!" Narza flat out refuses, crushing Derrik's mind under a torrent of the souls she had absorbed. A short while later...
"I give, I give!" Derrik cries out, submissive and apologetic in defeat. His mental strength was poor to begin with, which is why he had been absorbed so easily originally.
"Tell me how to become solid." Narza orders, their positions reversed.
"Just focus your thick spiritual energy into the shape of a limb and it should appear." Derrik answers meekly, still afraid he'd be tortured further.
In response, Narza tosses Derrik's soul back into the whirlpool of souls.
Before she could open the chest, a tremendous roar rings out through the cavern. The chest forgotten for now, Narza flies towards Athinar, eager to begin the next raid.

She turns visible sitting on Athinar's shoulders, looking like a pale little sister riding the shoulders of her big brother. "Hey Boss!" She leans over Athinar's head to see his face and smiles at him before straightening up. "Hiiii kitty!" Narza waves at the image of Shukra as well. "Hiya funny hat guy!" Narza waves at Azavarn next, and then at the imp hidden in the shadows. To others, it seemed like she had just waved at a mere imp, but Narza had sensed Umbra's unique soul situation immediately. Note: Any attempts to dislodge Narza will probably pass right through her. ^-^
Something or other, too tired to retrieve and paste in atm.

[Assistant]
Torrens' face turned to a disappointed frown when he was told that he was not to burn anything. This would be the second time he had been sent on a mission and not been allowed to utilise the full extent of his abilities. However, if all did go well there would be fire of great strength. He did not fear the Muspelheim, for he was certain that no fire which produced heat or burned, however magical or exotic, could do him anything other than good. He did not worry about the Kitsune. There may be a great feast if he followed Emily, although in the long run it would do little benefit for that mission would be spent doing nothing and being unproductive, again.

Torrens rubbed his chin in deep thought, then asked, "So how are you summoning this Kitsune? Another massive rune, I suppose. If so, how do you plan on drawing it this time? Last time the village was completely distracted by the pillaging and raiders, but this time there are no such distractions. I doubt they'll just let you draw a massive rune across the entire village. And since you want everything intact the obvious option of me going in and setting things on fire and sowing panic is out. Did you have any plans?"

Torrens had decided that if he could be any use to Emily, then he would go with her. However, if it turned out that he would be doing nothing more than leeching off the spoils, he resolved that he would hold out for a proper mission, such as a raid, where he could prove his usefulness. Not that feasting on fires of great strength wasn't great and all, but he needed to think more long term. He had no hope of being granted things like soulflame if he gained a reputation of being lazy.

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Emily pondered for a moment, trying to think of a long-term benifit of Torrens coming. One that allowed him to be productive, coming along. Then she scoffed.
"Mortals don't see what they don't want to, or can't understand. Runes do not properly exist in this world until that which they are drawn for is cast. It's the same reason they can't percieve Death when he comes, before they human brain refuses to percieve that which it can not immidiately rationalize. Or though, I guess there would be an execption to that. Say, if Death was in a play, and people expected him to appear, then they would see him. Just, put away his appearance as good costume work" she then gathered herself, getting side-tracked again.

"But, as for productive, I guess it is a risk. I have a feeling that the Kitsune could grant you a greater understanding of the nature of your element, but it is possible that nothing could really happen. So, if you want to go on a raid, then I guess that would be the better of the two. I don't mean to offend, but you don't seem like the scholourly type who would seek enlightnment or absolute knowledge. Just, setting things on fire" She then remembered something, and held out her hand, a small, white flame blossomed into existance. Or rather, the casing of a flame, the actual casing was empty for several seconds, until a spark caught and filled the container, small as it was. The flame was also white, rather than the usual red or orange, which made it clear this was no ordinary fire.
"I don't expect any trouble now, but this is more of a future investment. If you ever run into any trouble, eat this. I am not sure how well it'll go down, butwhen it activates, it'll certainly outweigh any bad" she then held it out to Torrens, for him to take.

[Assistant]
As the others gathered and explained their ideas, Twich took the time to listen but his mind was already gearing up with his own plotted course of action and that required getting the demon on side for it. Turning to meet That Which Consumes Peace's gaze despite his small structure, Twich felt much bigger and more confident due to the fact that their master favored him more then the demon and that if he was struck down there would be consequences.

"My humans cannot pass for solders, but yours can. They are not going to be dying for nothing... they are going to be valantly sacrificing their lives in order to ensure that the cool headed and peaceful factions of both the dwarfs and the humans will be unable to get a word in edgewise about a peaceful solution when everyone else is drowning them out with a cry for vengeance and blood. Surely you've sacrificed more minions for less then a whole blown dwarf/human war? Besides, you can always grab two of the dwarves to replace the men you gave up; Not only haven't you lost anything from the exchange but you've increased the versatility of your minions and where you can have them operate; And with the coming human/dwarf war... well, you'll be able to have agents on both sides, egging it on to further heights..." It was an appeal to the demon's very nature and the Kobold might have been laying it on a bit thick, but hopefully the demon would be inclined to listen to him and commit to his plan if only out of self serving greed.

Turning to address the group as a whole, Twich took a deep breath in order to puff himself up as much as possible and to give him some air to talk with. "In truth Ekusha, before I commit to either yourself or That Which Consumes Peace to enter the mine I wished for the ever delightful Clotho to send in her little friends first in a more covert role in order to get us an idea of what is going on inside. After all, the Master has made note they the dwarfs seem to have some means of blocking his magic and I would rather not send in the magic users until we can work out how they are doing so and figure out how to disable it. If nothing else, it gives us an idea of where everything is and thus better plan or actual assault on the place."

"While Clotho is information gathering on the dwarves, That Which Consumes Peace and Ekusha will be gathering a few pieces of equipment and information on the local human kingdom. Namely, I want you to find out the name of the king, the name of the local lord of the area, several of the human kingdom's flags and if at all possible, a blank document bearing the seal and signature of the local lord. Don't want the dwarfs mistaking this for simply banditry, now do we?" The grin on Twich's face could only be called delightfully evil at the thoughts that were going through his head.

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Ekusha found Twitch's plan reasonable, but felt a bit offended with the way he had given them orders in such commanding rhetoric. A list? Nonetheless, she would indeed have rather been out probing the humans than the dwarves. She possessed no magics, no powers to bear any impact on a physical level, no projection of her self except through communication, and even her image was nothing more than an image, but all that information seemed negligible: the humans have always had much more potential than any other race in her opinion. She had no objections to this reassignment.

"Very well, I shall set out for the humans at once, however I'll be unable to bring back any objects. I lack the power of teleportation in a corporeal form, and my non-corporeal form cannot physically interact with my surroundings." She turned to That Which Consumes Peace, now her cooperator in this mission. Although she did not approve of his being, she felt whatever he did out there, with the two of them being the only ones among the humans, would only be beneficial for her. "I think we should split up on this one and bring back two different reports. We can compare notes and re-visit any discrepancies. The synthesis of our two views would shed better light on what we're dealing with in the range of our perspectives."

[Assistant]
Kor had spent the entire night enjoying his new chair, which entailed mostly sitting in it and asking the imps that passed by which pose looked more menacing. Eventually, he started ordering the imps to squat in front of him and act as foot stools, but he found that they were too bony to act as a decent cushion. Maybe that's what humans are good for... he mused, but before he could experiment any further, Athinar called, apparently with a new mission. It was about time; he was getting hungry.

Kor silently rose from his chair, dismissing the latest footstool imp, and calmly walked over to where Athinar was beckoning for him. Already the minions were engaging in their ridiculous shenanigans. The naughty kitty was refusing to appear in person, Azarvan thought it prudent to tread on the cat's pride and propose how he ought to use his troops, and the ghost girl mistook Athinar for a horse. Kor was glad that nobody could see the grin behind his helmet and wondered if blood would be spilled before they even got to the village.

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That Which Consumes Peace nods grimly as he agrees to sacrificing two of his humans. He did not like to sacrifice them, but there seemed to be a greater chance of chaos if he did. He teleports back to his cave and picks the two oldest men. "Prepare yourself. We're going on a mission that you may not come back from. ", is what he tells the men. He guides them back to Twich and begrudgingly hands them over.

After listening to the kobold's orders and the spirits words, he replies to both with a simple "Aye." and a small grin. He then disappears to the group, presumably to a village. However, he appears in the Master's quarters beside the dungeon keeper.
"Master may I be provided some information about the human kingdom? Their king, their flags and the like? It is very important, master. "