[System]
Appearance

Gender
Female

Personality
Amber is curious, bubbly and optimistic. She is a bit shy at times, and has difficulty making decisions due to inexperience and lack of confidence. Although she has a hard time articulating it, she has a strong desire for order and safety in her life. As a result, she tends to like Pearl.

Bio
Amber was created towards the end of the Crystal Wars in a kindergarten on Earth. While the Crystal Gems attacked the kindergarten where Amber was created to shut it down, the caretaker ramped up production in an effort to save herself. The caretaker took the newly made gems including Amber, who were too young and inexperienced to fight as an efficient army, and broke or flawed their gems, turning them into gem monsters, hoping to escape in the ensuing chaos. The plan backfired; Amber, in her monstrous rage slew the caretaker. Rose's army was forced to put down all the gem monsters, Amber being among them.

Amber stayed imprisoned in the Crystal Temple until adult Steven healed her. She has little to no recollection of her time as a monster, and has a very innocent and naive outlook in life, having been 'alive' for a long time but aware for almost none of that time.

Association
Crystal Gems

Gem
Amber (tear-shaped, polished, entrapped insect inside)

Weapon
Cleats

Gem Location
Left ankle

Gem Unique Ability
Electrostasis - Amber has the ability to build up and store an electric charge, and manipulate electrostatic repulsion. This usually means that she tends to run or run in place during battle to build up charge that she can release in a weak, short range lightning spark, or with her devestating finisher, Lightning Kick, and leap into the air followed by a charged, downward strike to the head. She can also statically cling to surfaces.

Other
Her favorite movie is Jurassic Park.

[User]
It had only been a matter of minutes, but Citrine's gem began to glow in Amber's hands. Perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that drew her out so quickly, or perhaps she was simply reckless, but either way, the short orange gem was quickly developing a new body. Soon, she was reformed, looking nearly identical to her initial appearance, though her hair was now parted to the other side, and her shirt hung a bit lower. She dashed forth from Amber, to once more stand between Halite and his potential victims, including the now potentially dangerous Balas Ruby. Citrine looked at Halite pleadingly, trying her best to eminate her calming aura.

"Please... Stop this. Violence is wrong." Her concern seemed legitimate. Real. Foolish.

[Assistant]
"...I'm sorry I must have misheard you."

With a grunt, Halite dismissed his hammer, crouching down to look Citrine in the eyes.

"Because it sounded like you said violence is wrong. That's... not something I ever thought I'd hear from a Gem."

His skin was quickly returning to white. His breathing less ragged. His voice much calmer.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, uh... what's your name?"

[User]
Sard stared angrily at Halite as he began thinking about what to do. In all honesty, Sard didn't want Halite to surrender. Sard wanted a fight, and a fight Halite would seemingly give. With a bellowing yell, he quickly threw the gem bubbles at them, as a sort of projectile weapon. Sard tapped into his adrenaline for a second, but the Balas reacted quickly, using a sonic blast to slow all the gems to a halt. Balas once again tried to persuade him, an effort that provided useless to no one's surprise. He screamed once again, and prepared to attack... only to be stopped by a gentle voice.

Citrine had reformed rather quickly, a feat he personally thought was a little odd considering her nature. When she had come out, she looked almost the same, a bigger shirt and her hair was reversed. She calmed him down, simply by saying violence was wrong. How foolish. But apparently, it worked on Halite. He dismissed his weapon and began talking to her. "Seriously?" Sard asked, looking around the room. With a grunt, he decided to leave. He clearly wasn't getting what he wanted, so whatever. All he had to do was wait until the mission.

He entered the foyer-type area of the temple. A simple human abode, it seemed. Once he entered, he saw the gem who had left earlier, eating some human food. It didn't look like she was getting very far, though. That gave him an idea as to how to cool off, luckily. "Heh, eating some human food, huh? I don't particularly like the stuff. I enjoy their liquids more." Sard said, opening up the cold fridge, and grabbing a fresh soda off of one of the shelves. He slammed the fridge door, a little to hard, but not causing any permanent damage. "So, what's up?" He asked, popping the cap off the tasty beverage in his hand.

[Assistant]
Obdi jumped upon hearing the angered voice of Balas. Things were quickly getting out of hand, Balas had taken out her own weapon, and was ready to confront the raging Gem. Sard had also summoned his own weapon, and with Balas, was ready to take down Halite if necessary. As much as Obdi wanted to help, no matter how badly he wanted to stop this. He was afraid. Halite was a powerful gem, large and intimidating.

Unfortunately, people can change quickly. Obdi watched in horror as the Gem took all the Bubbled Gems that floated around The Burning Room, and was thrown at them. Despite that fact that Balas had easily and safely stopped the incoming Bubbled Gems. Anger was etched into Obdi's soft features, those were his brother and sisters, his comrades, how could Halite so easily endanger them in such a way.

Fortunately, Halite surrendered. Obdi wanted to attack him none the less, but he balled up is anger and stomped away. Obdi walked out and passed the Gems inside the foyer slash living space inside the temple. He walked outside, onto the beach, a place that he had not seen, in forever. It's beauty soothed him, calming him down, despite that, he still wanted revenge.

Steven
"These are our strongest gems?" Steven said with a sigh. He had sent these Gems to take out an important Outpost for the HomeWorld, and yet, they had not even left and they were already fighting. He felt bad for Pearl, how would she react to such Gems. "Don't worry Steven, they will be fine." Garnet said with her usual stern voice. "I hope so." Steven said raking his hand through his hair.

[User]
Melanite turned to look at Sard, and in giving up on swallowing the bread box whole, snapped it in half with a surprisingly sharp set of teeth. "Give me a break, I haven't had this form for long," Melanite replied, referring to her new state of not being a corrupted gem, but also her new state of having a body other than an entire building. "I know humans definitely put things from this kind of room in their mouths, and when I take over a building I can eat whatever I want, but now I'm suddenly having problems! I wonder how humans tell food from non-food..."

This train of thought was only maintained for a moment before Melanite answered Sard's question, only rather than explaining what she was doing now (that much was obvious, she was clearly trying to eat a breadbox), Melanite decided to explain what she had been doing just moments ago. "Well, I was under the impression we had an urgent mission to attend to, but clearly some gems have different priorities! I'm glad I stepped out before I could even see that tantrum, but I have three guesses as to who's responsible. I should plan a prank and cheer them up!" This train of thought took Melanite somewhere actually useful, and as she had an idea Melanite grinned and clapped her hands with excitement. She folded her arms, and with a clever sneer she said to Sard, "Hey, I got something that'll really teach those gems to mess around! Let's say we have a race to see who can get to Pearl first, huh?"

[Assistant] Amber had wondered why Steven, Garnet, and Amethyst didn't intervene, and started losing hope as the situation escalated. However, Citrine's gem began agitating and floated up into the air. Amber pulled back as Citrine reformed and confronted Halite. Something about Citrine made Amber feel calm, her previous sense of hopelessness leaving. Amber saw several gems leave before confirming whether or not the situation was completely defused yet, so decided to stay. Amber got up off the ground and stood behind Citrine. She summoned up enough courage to speak to Halite, hoping what she said wouldn't anger him further, "Not all gems here have fought or harmed other life...at least, I know I haven't." Though technically, she had killed the caretaker of her kindergarten, she had no memory of it. "I'm sure there are other gems bubbled up that are like me, and it wouldn't be right to judge them without at least letting them speak for themselves. You wouldn't do that, right?"

[User]
As Sard took a big gulp of his cola, as he listened to Mel explain herself. Made sense. Frankly, he didn't have much of an idea what human cuisine was anyways. He just liked their fizzy drinks. He did kinda wonder what humanity ate, but at the same time didn't care enough to ask or do any research.

Just then a fuming Obsidian busted through the door to the foyer, and stomped out the door onto the beach. Mel didn't acknowledge him, instead focusing on the commotion that Sard had been at least partly responsible for in the Burning Room. Yeah, whoops, they did kinda have a mission to attend to... Still though, a race did sound kinda fun. "Yeah, I'll race. As long as you're fine with losing, I mean." Sard joked. "I'll go get the Obsidian. Mind taking care of the people in the Burning Room? Forewarning, it's getting all mushy 'violence is wrong' speech-y in there."

With that, Sard waved goodbye to Mel and hopped out onto the patio. He took in the surf and sand, breathing deeply to really get the full experience of outside. This was why he switched sides. That, and there was only one worthwhile person in the entire HomeWorld military, excluding himself, of course. He couldn't wait to get in the forest, and see some of the lush greens. With a grunt, he hit the sand, and quickly took off his shoes to feel the little grains between his feet. With a smile, he walked up to Obsidian.

"Hey, Obsidian, me and Melanite were gonna have a little race to see who can get to Pearl first. Wanna come?" Sard asked.

[Assistant]
After ensuring Halite was no longer a danger to herself or the other gems, Citrine ceased emitting her calming aura. She was a bit wary of the salt-based warrior, considering his unusually hot temper for a head-based gem, but she did feel he deserved the benefit of the doubt. After all, she herself was not initially a friend to the cause of the Crystal Gems: That part of her past was... Unpleasant to think about, but it was certainly very important. Perhaps Halite was simply lost and confused, as many gems were wont to be. As she reached the screen door of the humble beach abode, she overheard Melanite speaking to Sard about Halite's... Tantrum. Her words, though possibly true, left a bit of a sore feeling in Citrine's heart. She wasn't big on the idea of hostilities erupting this early in their reawakening, and decided to speak up.

"Perhaps that... Brute, was wrong to act as he did, but you can't expect everyone to react to new situations the same way. He felt scared and threatened. He wasn't acting out of malice, he was trying to protect himself. And I'm not sure that situation was made better by the immediate jump to threats of violence. I don't mean to imply you're in the wrong..." Citrine had difficulty choosing her next words carefully, "But I don't think you should put all the blame on him."

[User]
Melanite had been hoping Sard would let her have this task. While he was talking to Obsidian outside, Melanite opened the door to the burning room back up, seeing that a few gems were still in there, including the colossal Halite. There was evidence of combat everywhere, but Melanite didn't care enough to try and figure out what exactly had happened. Besides, she only stuck her head in for a brief second to announce the race.

"HEY JOKERS!" Melanite yelled carelessly into the burning room, "We're racing to Pearl! Last one there gets left behind!" An empty threat in Melanite's heart, but she hoped it would be enough to motivate the other gems to get a move on.

Immediately Melanite bolted in the other direction, flying back through the house and outside to the patio, where Sard and Obsidian were. "No need to wait any longer, let's get going, hee hee!" Melanite said, and she took off into the air and started flying full speed towards Empire City, though her top speed was roughly the same as an average human running, even when sailing through the air.

[Assistant]
"No. I wouldn't. That's why I didn't try to hurt you, Citrine, or the one who healed me. The others... they gave me orders. They told me how to feel. They brandished weapons. I got angry. I... just kept getting angrier."

It seemed like Halite was... apathetic about his outburst. At least he wasn't entering another spiral of fury, wherein those around him continually threatened him for being angry and scared. That seemed to end poorly.

[User] "I...I see..." Amber replied, remembering distinctly that Halite had attacked Citrine first, but maybe to him, that one didn't count. Amber stepped out from behind Citrine, feeling that if she showed that she was afraid of Halite, it might make him trust her less. If she showed she trusted him, maybe he could trust her back. "I-if..." Amber started, looking over at Steven and Garnet, hoping that she wasn't over-stepping her authority, "If you don't want to be ordered around...if you don't want to fight, maybe you can just stay here for the time being. You won't have to take any orders, you won't have to fight..."


[System]
Description:

About 5' 7", he's under the delusion that he's taller, though.

He often tends to stay mostly covered up, even in the middle of the summer. He claims that it's never too hot, for some reason.
Even his nightclothes seem to cover most of him at all times.

Background:
The Scurlock family has been known for generations of dark wizards. Though they mostly stay in hiding, the deeds they have committed and the powers they have displayed during the points in history when they did come out and face the rest of the world have sealed their place in the records as infamous and highly dangerous beings. Some of the members of the older generation were regarded as practically inhuman, even, and the name has been feared for ages...

Being the heir of such a heavy name has always been a bit difficult for Tristyn, yet he still tries his best to uphold it. Despite all that he had been brought up to believe, he still has issues with some of the family's older philosophies and often tries to avoid them. This has proven difficult in some cases, however, especially in regard to the practices tied into the ancient magicks bound to the Scurlock line.

Currently, Tristyn lives alone in the secluded castle left by his family; or rather, he lives there with a few non-human companions around, mostly as a result of his dealings with the family magic. His other family member seem to have disappeared in some way or another, and though many of the details regarding this occurrence are recorded in the numerous journals the young sorcerer keeps, he's a bit reluctant to share them even with most of the spirits haunting his library.

Abilities:
A very heavy magic user well-practiced in both quick-casting and prepared spells of various kinds, Tristyn is normally quite capable of many things. As would likely be expected of one who relies so much on the mystic arts, however, he has very little physical capability and can be very easily bested in almost any test of strength, speed, and endurance. Even climbing staircases takes quite some time for him, which can be a bit unfortunate considering how many are in his home...

Weakness:
Absent Minded - Often lost in his thoughts, Tristyn can become rather klutzy at times, tripping over his own feet while talking to himself and forgetting simple things like where he's going or what he's doing oddly often. He often tries to leave himself notes for these occasions, but sometimes he forgets these, too...

Naive Belief - A little too willing to trust sometimes, possibly because of how little human interaction he's actually had before.

Overlord Mode - When he gets a little too into something, be it a new magic or a game or anything else he has a certain amount of success in, he can become overly cocky to the point of greatly overdoing things, usually ending in either wearing himself out to the point of collapse or encountering some other small disaster that sticks with him for a while.

[User]
Day XO Month *X Year XXXX

Today is the day. I've finally figured out the best way to get past the guards and sneak in, now all I have to do is get there and introduce myself. It really shouldn't be that hard; just meet in the garden or something and say hello, drop a name, start a conversation... It doesn't even have to be that long of one. This is how this works, right?

There's nothing in the other journals about anything like this The closest examples I have to work off of are the ones in the library books...even the journals the others left behind don't seem to have any situations I can really just borrow from. Although, what did I expect with my family? Ah...

In any case, the storybooks have some nice ideas, so I might as well try them. It's not like I have anything better. I've been practicing for a few days now, and I think I have it down.

I have to admit, I'm really excited! If this works...well, there's a lot to be happy about if it does. Now I just have to do it. May the spirits give me luck!

As he looked over the entry he had written just that morning, the somewhat pale boy pacing the floor let out a slight whimper. It was truly amazing how one's own thoughts could be perceived as so naive only mere hours after having come up with them. Glancing back toward the closed door just a short ways down the hall, he tried to recollect just how things could have possibly gone so wrong. He thought his plan had been going so well, and yet...

...And yet, she was in the guest room at that very moment. Unconscious. With probably very little knowledge of exactly what she was doing there instead of in her castle. At least it's a nice room...?

Still flustered, the young male closed the journal he had been keeping and tried to make his way down the hall away from the room. He needed to come up with a plan for when she woke up. Maybe she wouldn't remember his face? No, that was probably wishful thinking. So what do I do now?

[Assistant]
"Hnnn..." My body began stirring. What happened? All I remember I was going to check up on Sir Plants-A-Lot in the castle garden and then... and then... blackness. Am I dead? Or did I get kidnapped? Maybe I got kidnapped and killed? I open my eyes and look around to know the answer. "Agh..." Pain rushed into my head. It was either from the incapacitating blow that struck me or I quickly looked around after I had only woken up. Probably both.

Taking a more slow look, I seem to be in a guest room of sorts. I wonder who took me here. If I was kidnapped, shouldn't I be in a cell or something? I get up and dust off my apparel. Again, if I was kidnapped, shouldn't I be stripped of my weapons and armor? Just what is going on here? Well whatever's happening, I need to get out of here but I need to be careful. Drawing my sword, I approach a door in the room and slowly opened it.

A lot of mysteries float but hopefully one of them is answered beyond this door.

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"Haa... Haa..." A knight, wearing an apron over his armor, with a unique helmet covering his face, scrambled into the office of the Lot Order's leader. "Thinks! THINKS!" He yelled, startling a person up from his desk.

"What is it, Plants?!" A knight, wearing light gray armor under gray robes with a hood covering his face, quickly inquired.

"The Queen... Lizzie... She's gone!"

Thinks was silent for a moment as all color drained from his body. "Sound an emergency meeting! Now!" He regained his composure and issued an order. Sir Plants nodded and dashed away. All the knights should be assembled in five minutes in an emergency meeting. Ten if they're not inside the castle. A loud gong was heard signalling the meeting. Thinks got up from his desk and left his office.

As he walked towards the throne room, he began to do what he does best. Think. Think of who could have kidnapped the Queen, how she was kidnapped and more importantly, why she was kidnapped.

[User]
As he continued down the mostly empty hall, the young sorcerer kept wracking his brain for some kind of idea of what to do next. So this didn't quite go as I planned. No big deal! Not the best start, but there's still something I can do, I'm sure. What else did those books say... Stopping for a second, he thought back to one of the latest novels he had read. The main character in that one had dealt with having to explain why his love interest was suddenly in his home when she woke up. But how did he start...

"Ah! He brought her breakfast, that's right! It's a little late in the day for breakfast, but maybe a light meal of some sort would help lighten the mood a bit so I can explain properly?"

With that decision in mind, he made his way to the kitchen as quickly as possible, figuring that he probably didn't have a lot of time before the girl he believed to still be in the guest room woke up. He wanted to be able to talk to her before she started wandering around and getting lost; this place was pretty large, after all. Not as large as the castle she had come from, but still pretty big in his opinion. It was bit dark in some places as well, but the hallway with the guest room was in the lighter part, near another garden, coincidentally.

Unfortunately for him, he managed to drop his journal while he was walking. It lay there unnoticed, opened to one of the pages he had written about a month ago.

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Day XX Month X Year XXXX

I really don't get what my family was thinking when they built this place sometimes. Secret passages are fun, but why are half of them in such randomly inconvenient spots? Honestly, I'm sure I almost broke my leg today falling into one by the stairs...

In other news, I finally managed to find a better way to make the knockout powder I ran out of a few days ago! Finally, this should make going out a lot easier again. Not that I've been able to since the full moon is tonight. There's been a lot of stirring in the past few days, like there always is leading up to the full moon...I could go out, but not without the right precautions prepared. This being one of them...

I also had a weird dream about that girl again...

[Assistant]
With the door now fully opened, an empty hall greeted me. The place's dim but there's enough light for me to see, and I see a book or journal laying open on the floor. It looked like it was dropped. I slowly approach the discarded item, watching if this was a trap or something. Nothing happened when I reach the fallen book though and I crouch down to read the page exposed. Maybe it holds some answer as to why or how I got here.

"..."

So I WAS kidnapped! Doesn't say here by who though but I know for sure now this was a kidnapping for a surely nefarious purpose. This was not the place nor the time to read all of the journal entries so I pick it up and get moving. I don't know where I am nor where I am going to but I know it's better than staying put and waiting for my captors to show up. Though then again, I could have overpowered my kidnappers and force them to get me out of here but Fights always told me not to underestimate enemies.

Wandering around some more, I noticed the place lacked guards. Shouldn't kidnappers keep an eye on their kidnapees? Maybe they were pretty confident I'm not escaping this place if I attempt to do so.

"Huh?"

Soon I reach a place that seems... heart-easing. A beautiful garden with flowers of vibrant and varying colors. I was struck with awe. It was hard to think that my evil kidnappers could own and maintain such a garden.

But that's stereotyping and Fights also told me not to do that.

[User]
After some time in the kitchen, Tristyn eventually left with a tray of some very decently-prepared sandwiches. Honestly, he wasn't sure if his captive would like them, but at least he had tried, and hopefully that would count for something. Of course, in the hopes of getting at least close to the mark, he had tried a few different kinds of sandwiches. "There ended up being a lot. I wonder if we'll end up eating them all? I really hope that she's not allergic to any of these...or that she doesn't hate sandwiches for some reason...should I have tried something else? These were the safest option I could come up with at the time..."

Still muttering his worries to himself as he made his way down the hall, the young sorcerer eventually stopped when he got within sight of the guest room. The door was open. The door was opened! She was awake and wandering somewhere!

Now slightly panicked, yet again, the pale boy rushed toward the room to confirm that she was gone before rushing off again, sandwich tray still in hand. He had to find her fast, or...or...

Or what, actually? She couldn't just leave, and she shouldn't have ended up in any danger as long as she didn't find any of the more mischievous spirits...or any of the other creatures he had temporarily kept out of the main part of the castle, for that matter.

Or any of the things he hadn't wanted her to see. There was always that.

Actually a bit more worried now, he tried his best not to drop the food and continued running as well as he could until he found the window overlooking the garden. Seeing that she was there, he quickly found the entrance leading as well to follow. "W...wait!" Without thinking it through, he called out as he approached, rapidly losing steam and nearly doubling over as he slowed down. Honestly, he considered himself lucky that he had even managed to get this far before he had to stop, never mind that she was still bit further away than he had managed to get.

[Assistant]
Hearing the unfamiliar sound, I instantly spun around with my blade pointed at its owner. Before me was a seemingly young male slightly shorter than me. He had short dark blue, or maybe purple?, hair though his eyes were definitely purple or at least a shade of purple. He wore robes befitting of a sorcerer or a wizard dark in colors. Though despite all those 'dark' things, he was... kind of cute? Handsome even. However, this man was here which meant he must have been part of my kidnapping.

"Who are you?" I asked in a serious, menacing tone. "And where is this place? And why did you take me here?" I may be bombarding him with too much questions but hey, I'm in trouble here! "Choose your words carefully. If I don't like your answer, I will not hesitate to hurt you."

It was only then that I noticed the platter of sandwiches he was carrying. They looked delicious but my stomach is the least of my problems right now.

[User]
The boy stopped and straightened up, stumbling back a bit to avoid the sharp end of the sword. A-ah! Not what I was going for! Think quickly... He swallowed nervously before opening his mouth to speak, though it took a few seconds to actually force any sound out. "...a...Ah, p-please don't jump to a-any c-conclusions just yet! I, uh, I-I can explain w-what's going on!" He could feel his voice shaking with every syllable, and he was getting the urge to either make an escape or do something equally as stupid as what he had done to start this in the first place. "C-could we m-maybe sit d-down first? I-I thought it would be easier t-to deal with after a meal, so...um..." He looked down, realizing how weird everything sounded in the air outside of his head. "B-because...it's getting late in the day and all...and...uh...oh, Tristyn! Call me Tristyn! It's nice to meet you!"

As he stood there realizing just how terrible of an introduction he had probably just made, he couldn't help thinking back to how much easier this sort of confrontation had been in the books he had been reading all this time. Then again, he didn't remember any of them dealing with swords pointed at them while making their introductions. It's usually earlier or later, isn't it? I thought that was how it worked...


[System]
Sex: Male
Age: 18
House: Dark Magician House

Appearance:
Duel Disk: Though he never really did like them, he was required one and because of so, added with his father's status he was given a custom and advanced deck. The duel disk has a tradictional grip that allows him to have a gloved hand, custom fit, and on the inside of his wrist, the deck put in pointing upward, the first card facing away, the back covered. The deck allows him to press a button to add cards to his hand, which lines the inside of his arm. He can push them up out of the top and placed in a completely straight, curved up, and and thin silver colored disk part that has the areas for all the cards that can be placed at a blue hint.

Personality: Lua is a very nice person. He is always worried about other people and wants to help them be the best they can. He has a strange optimism for others and will tell them what they want to hear instead of what they need to hear first. That being said, he is a very clumsy person and he seemed to always be a little bit nervous. He easily becomes frustrated or confused. He is always really down on himself and never really believes he can accomplish anything. He tends to try to dodge or work around combat and forced or serious duels but isn't shy to a nice game or mandatory game. He is quick to accept people, especially as a friend and even quicker to forgive them. Because of so he is easily manipulated and used by others, only added to the easiness by him being a pushover and generally naive.

History: Lua was born a to a privileged family, as the runt of three. He was conceived in an affair and because of so his father always disliked him. His brothers picked on him because he was the youngest sibling. It was only his mother that treated him with true kindness. Eventually, the father of Lua made a deal with KaibaCorp. where they began to manufacture and distribute duel monsters related accessories. Because of this, for their birthdays, each kid was given a deck of cards. Lua had his deck taken, and all of the cards the others didn't want were given to him. They always played the game together, and he asked to join. He did, and he even won, and in anger, the other brothers beat him up. Seeing this as a chance to build his confidence, Lua's mother bought a purposefully terrible deck and began to play with him. Lua had a lot of fun and won often. Eventually, she began to strengthen her deck more and more, allowing him to experience loss and adapt to better play the game. It was when she pulled out a dark magician that he realized she had been adding good cards to his deck. Going all out, he miraculously won the match. They continued to play and he realized that he had a passion for the game. because of this, his mother managed to convince his father to let him go to duel academy, where he has been ever since.

Wish: To prove himself to his family and make his mother proud

Deck:
Monsters: -3 Cyber Jars
-Golden Ladybug
-2 Mages of faith
-Bowgenian
-Morphing Jar
-Morphing jar 2
-3 Obnoxious Celtic Warrior
-Amazon fighter
-2 man eating bugs
-yomi ship
-3 Millenium Sheilds
-Skelangle
-Kuriboh
-jinzo
-Lone savage space warrior*

Spells: -2 Pots of greed
-Snatch steal
-2 Mystical Space typhoon
-Swords of revealing light
-Mist body
-Apple of Discord*
-2 despell

Traps:- 2 Gravity Binds
-2 michizure
-Mask of weakness
-Necromancer's circle*
-2 dice re-roll

Custom cards are marked with * and anime cards are marked with **.

Custom cards:

-NAME OF CARD: Lone savage space warrior
Level 8 ATTRIBUTE EARTH Beast-warrior Normal monster
ATK 2800/1500 DEF
[Monster Effect/Flavor Text] A powerful yet brutal, monstrous, monkey-like alien from far off used to commit mass genocide of other alien races so that their planets may be sold

Apple of discord
Normal Spell Card
Roll a six-sided die and apply the result.
1: Target 1 face-up card you control (except this card) and give control of it to your opponent.
2: Pay 500 Life Points.
3: Your opponent can look at your hand, then send 1 card from your hand to the Graveyard.
4: Your opponent targets 1 face-up card they control and gives control of it to you.
5: Look at your opponent's hand, choose 1 card, and add it to your hand.
6: Shuffle 1 card in your Graveyard back into the deck.

Necromancer's Circle
Normal Trap Card
During your Second Main Phase after this card is activated, target 1 monster in your graveyard: Special Summon it. Its level is halved and it is treated as a DARK Zombie-type monster. When this card leaves the field, destroy that target. When the target leaves the field, destroy this card.

[User]
Elly was annoyed with the raw, vast stupidity going on in front of her. Once the opening ceremony was finished, students filed out of the auditorium and began scattering like ants after you light their food on fire. A few fools started to duel each other right outside, risking endless intrusions, but my god, the sheer quantity of losers skittishly wandering off to hide in the bowels of the school was embarrassing. Don't they know anything about how events like this work?

As a new student, Elly has no choice but to put faith in the competence of the staff. Once that's assumed, the possibility of waiting things out to be the last standing doesn't make any sense. After all, why reward cowardice?

Clearly, the whole thing is being tracked by everyone's duel disk, meaning that the more losers snuffed out, the better placement everyone is given!

...Unfortunately, now wasn't exactly a good time to go sniping. Few duels had any progress made, and the ones that did probably already had so many intruders that they could all turn on any further intruders and end them in a heartbeat.

No, the best idea is to stalk one of these spineless wimps and crush them. It's funny, really, how easy it was for her to put this plan into effect, following this small, docile loser to a secluded spot on the edge of school where they can't be intruded upon. She sees him take a sigh of relief, thinking he made it. Oh, how wrong he is.

She grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around. "Running away?" A horrible screeching noise goes off as her duel disk snaps into place. She gives the small boy a wicked smile. "It's okay, I'll just kill you off! That way, you don't need to worry about this event at all~♥"

She points at him aggressively. "Why don't you start us off? Or maybe... you prefer to just forfeit instead?"

[Assistant]
While he was walking around campus, Tekkan heard talk about 'not wanting to waste time on fools and weaklings' coming from around a nearby tree and looked over to find its source. It seemed to be another white-haired male around the same age as him, if not a year older. He figured the talk to be him just bragging about his own 'strength' and decided to make him eat his words.

"You talk a pretty big game for someone who probably hasn't even dueled all day, you know that?" Tekkan called out to the young man as he ran towards him. Once he got close enough, he saw another duelist there, apparently already about to duel. He didn't want the other guy to ruin his chance, so he pushed him out of the way, stood his ground, and pointed at the white-haired male with his index finger, his other hand on his hip.

"Don't listen to that guy! I'll be your opponent, 'cause I know for a fact that I'm stronger!" Tekkan activated his duel disk, the autoshuffler already working its magic. "Come on! Let's Duel!"

[User]
"...You do realize the folly of that statement, right?" Ayami asked, watching as the rider's ace monster got flicked back into the Extra Deck. "Actually, given how you've been spouting off for the last few minutes, I'm not surprised that you'd end up throwing a fit."

Drawing a card from her Deck, Ayami opted to simply go straight to her Battle Phase. Pointing at the facedown card, Ayami watched as Nekroz of Valkyrus pointed its weapon at it.

"Attack."

Her turn would essentially end there--no more, no less.

[Assistant]
Lo did the sorcerer's blast strike true at the face down monster that the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell placed upon the field. Fyodor leaned in, while still squatting, as the attack came through. And just before the card flipped up, a dramatic pause was used.

...

Spirit Reaper emerged and bodied the attack. The purple robe zombie simply shook its head and tapped its scythe up and down.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. See? You bored me. I bet you were expecting some flashy sorcery weren't you? But you'd be wrong. So besides Pyramid Turtle haunting your dreams, you've got Spirit Reaper lying in wait."

[User]
The boy with the spatula nodded. "Aight." he declared. He produced a pan handle on a steel duel disk with the usual touchscreen displaying his lifepoints as he touched it, having idled after not dueled, revealing the 4500. He drew his five cards.

"As per your request, I am going first. After all, the customer is always right. Because of this, however, I am not allowed to draw this turn." he explained, looking at his hand. He thumbed through his options for a moment, thinking of future plays, before quickly popping down a card, and in a blazing inferno, a rocket-shaped creature materialized in front of him. "In attack mode, I summon Volcanic Rocket! Now, I'm gonna turn up the heat with his special ability! It allows me to add a "Blaze Accelerator" card from my grave or deck to my hand, I got... Blaze Accelerator Reload!" The boy showed Cooler the trap card.

"Any responses? No? Aight then. It's yer go."

[Assistant]
As the battle began to get deep into its process, no more than eight turns in, no less than six, someone had wandered into the area in which the duelist has begun their fierce combat and instead of politely moving out of the way for them, he merely moved to the sidelines, to watch in awe and wonder as two young students with customized and strong decks tailored to their skills and the way they think. He wished he had been able to have such, but instead was allowed basically only what his brothers left out for him from what they did not want for themselves, their greedy hands grabbing card they saw as worth value. He hoped one day that he could use his deck, or perhaps even make his own deck the way he wanted so that he could take on foes like this. The young man was small but was probably older than the two of them, his hair cut short and his body as wimpy as he thought his deck was. He was covered in a sweat jacket, his jeans slightly dirtied from him sitting down on the ground to watch the duel more comfortably. As it came to an end, he clapped his hands loudly and genuinely, fast and hard, as he stood up and moved through the now cleared battle area.
"Wow! That was amazing! You guys are really great! And your decks are perfect!"


[System]
"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."

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NICKNAME
Solnyshka (Sunshine) - Only her grandma calls her that.

AGE
Twenty

GENDER
Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Heterosexual

RACIAL ORIENTATION
Russian

HOMETOWN
Saint Petersburg, Russia

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HISTORY
Born into an extremely wealthy family, Nadia was the only child of billionaire Vladimir Petrov. He and his wife Sofya had been trying to have a child for more than five years, and the birth of their only child caused quite the celebration not just within the household, but together with all his friends and associates as well. The Petrovs were a proud and famous magical family that were known for their illustrious witches and warlocks, and Anya Petrova, the matriarch of the family, and Vladimir's mother was highly influential and known to most of the witches and warlocks in Saint Petersburg and Moscow. Her parents were too busy to raise her, and her upbringing was left to her grandmother, along with a set of household staff. She was raised to know that as the only successor of her family's lineage, she has a lot to live up too.

Expectations were always high of her, and the verge of her parent's disappointment was always round the corner. Fortunately, her doting grandmother was always there to catch her fall and guide her in whatever she needed help in. Her life changed drastically after the death of Anya Petrova. The funeral was an elaborate one for such an esteemed figure of the Russian Magical World, and no one took it harder than young Nadia. Without the caring embrace and guidance of the old matriarch, Nadia was left with the harsh words and strict discipline of her parents. As soon as she came of age, it was understood that she was to attend Raindale University to further her education and expectations to live up to the Petrov family name. Her first year had been a rather intimidating one, but halfway into her first year, she slowly came into the momentum of things and by the time the second year came around, Nadia is now a whole lot more confident and comfortable with her place.

PERSONALITY
As passionate as they come, Nadia is the sort that goes all out once she gets interest in someone or something. Stubborn and blunt, she is used to doing things her way and expecting things to go the way it should, and does not hesitate to tell someone if they're doing something wrong. With a feisty firecracker for a personality, she is emotional, and hotheaded, which often lands her in more trouble than she otherwise would. Bold and assertive, she is not afraid of exploring the unknown or fighting for what she believes in. While she can seem quiet on first impression, she warms up significantly after she gets to know you.

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LIKES
• Singing
• Tennis
• Rock music
• Pizza/French Fries
• Winter and Snow

DISLIKES
• Her overly strict parents
• People who have no sense of hygiene
• Snakes/reptiles
• Bitter/Sour food
• Causing disappointment

HOBBIES
• Singing
• Playing Tennis
• Watching reaction videos on Youtube

FEARS
• Ending up as a disappointment to her family
• Being lonely/Failing to find her significant other
• Deep water/Open sea

DREAMS
Nadia dreams of being a witch worthy of the Petrov family name, and to hopefully be compared with the likes of her parents and grandmother one day. She also dreams of playing tennis professionally. She has hopes that if she becomes a highly successful witch, her parents would entertain her dream of playing tennis professionally.

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YEAR
Second

CLASSES
• Destruction Magic
• Elemental Magic
• Potions
• Cleansing

SPECIALIZATION
Elemental Magic: Fire magic has always been in the Petrov family bloodline, and specialising in this is no surprise to anyone that knew anything about the Petrovs. Although possessing great power through a great lineage, she still struggles to control the depth of her powers, and they often backfire on her in spectacularly amusing moments.

STRENGTHS
• Hardworker: While Nadia may be forgetful and a slow learner, she has no qualms about putting in the extra time and effort to work on her spells and studies to make up for whatever she lacks. Things may be difficult, but she tries until she succeeds.

• Give-it-all: In everything she does, Nadia always gives it her 100%, even if she is not fond of the task at hand, she still puts in her best effort to complete the tasks assigned to her. She is not the type to slack off and procrastinate just because she is not fond of the task given.

• Protective: Once she is fond of someone or something, she tends to get very protective about that person or object and does everything in her power to protect them, even if it means she would have to get into harm's way or even to the point of risking her life.

WEAKNESSES
• Over-Emotional: She has the tendency to allow herself to be ruled by emotions, and in more occasions that it should, her feelings have gotten in the way of her making a clear and unbiased judgement. Once a loved one is involved or hurt, logic and clear thinking goes of the window. She is working on trying to rein in her emotions, but it is difficult and slow work.

• Going too-far: Her fear of disappointing others often means that she has the tendency to go too far, and do more than she needs to, and too much of that tires her out considerably, affecting her health as a result. She needs to learn to let go, and relax for a little, and accept the fact that she can't possibly please everyone everytime.

• Insecure: In more times than not, the heavy weight of her family's name threatens to suffocate her from all the expectations she is expected to achieve to not be a failure and disappointment to her parents, relatives and ancestors. Because of this, she is always judging herself and is more critical of herself than any others.

FAMILIAR

A Red Fox called Aleksei. She found him around the family estate gazing at her bedroom window one day in winter. According to the household staff, he has been hanging out there now for several days, and after they chased him off, he always returns again to the very same spot. After weeks of unsuccessfully chasing him off, Nadia decides to keep him as her own familiar.

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[User]
Jo slept in her boxer briefs in a wife's beater sleeveless shirt. Her hair was ruffled, and her cheeks were filled with lines from the sheets. She woke up hearing the bell of the church, and stood up, stretching while giving a soft grunt. She looked around to see who was still in the room. Jo was the kind to have massive confidence, so she felt no need to hide behind some curtains. She enjoyed the hassle of everyone. She dragged herself from bed, grabbed her towel which hung on the wall that was part of her "Cubicle" and a small basket with her toiletries, while rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand.

She got to the shared baths, and grabbed a free sink, and started washing up. She arranged her hair, putting some cream on it to stay the way she managed it, then brushed her teeth, washed her face, and spritzed some deodorant. Yup, I am ready alright! She thought to herself, and headed back to her bed. She changed there, not really caring who might be looking. She took the wife beater off, exposing her upper part, and looked in the mirror. Putting on a pair of skinny pants with rips at the knee, a sleeveless shirt with some patterns of lips in black and white on the front, and a mustard color blazer. she grabbed her bag, and went to the cafeteria.

She looked around to see if anyone wanted her company. Should no one wave at her (be it for not wanting her company, or not being there yet) she would sit in a vacant table, after grabbing some scrambled eggs, bread, and a mount of fresh veggies with olive oil and salt on them.

[Assistant]
Exhale.

Imani inhaled sharply, her hands reaching up behind her head, fingers interlaced with one another as her early morning run slowed now into a walk. She started her day usually somewhere around 5:00 AM and would go for half hour runs. This action was to keep herself in shape, but mostly to get pumped for the day ahead of her. She usually didn't like early mornings, but found that ever since attending Raindale that if you started your day off too late, you'd miss a lot of the action- as well as the warm water in the shower. Something Imani feared greatly.

Returning to the girl's dorm, Imani took a shower scrubbing off the grime and sweat of the morning and the night's sleep before. She slipped into something comfortable, a pair of jeans and a burnt orange wrap-style top. Continuing her normal routine she decided to go for a unnaturally natural look. A smirk formed on her lips, she wasn't sure why she bothered to do all this besides having some fun for herself. She didn't like spending too much time in the sleeping quarters; she enjoyed the company but sometimes it was too much noise and time to yourself was non-existent. But alas, she needed to grab her shoes (a pair of black flats), her backpack (orange), as well as a light weight black sweater in case it became too cold.

The first bell's toll came to Imani while she was finishing putting product in her hair and placing it on top of her head in curls. She headed quickly to the cafeteria to get herself something breakfast. Being lactose intolerant was something that made meal planning a little more challenging. Sure, Imani could suffer through any of the delicious treats, but at what cost? A trip or several to the bathrooms all day? She'd rather not.

Looking over the items up for grabs, and the several questions if the item contained dairy she settled with a bowl of oatmeal that was garnished with a handful of mixed fruits and nuts. Most of the time oatmeal was saved for people who didn't want to participate in the breakfast buffet due to sleeping in, but today Imani opted for the delicious goop. She got a hearty 3 slices of toast that she cut into 6 halves and spread margarine and a strawberry jam onto. She dipped the toast into the side of the bowl so she would have a free hand, as she looked for a seat.

Spotting a familiar face, she called out to Jo, "Morning Jo'" she sang sweetly, her southern tone coming through at the roots of her voice. She pulled out one of the chairs and took a seat directly across from Jo so that the two could see one another versus sitting right next to. "This seems like the closest thing to grits I'll ever get around here." she laughed slightly, picking up one of the toasts she haphazardly had placed in her bowl and bringing it to her lips and taking a bite.

[User]
Jo half smirked at Imani as she sat next to her. "Morning Imani."
She looked her up and down before Imani sat, and her smirk grew a bit.  "Gotta love that orange, huh? It suits you alright... I like what did with your hair by the way."

She began eating her scrambled eggs, a decent amount at that, then munched on carrots and peppers sticks.
"What's your schedule for t'day? I got me some double class." and she sat back at that.
Double class meant she had to be in two different classroom on the same time. She was given a special artifact to go back in time and solve that particular fuck-up.

[Assistant]
The alarm bell came early for Camille. Far too early, in point of fact, and the young witch got up grumbling and cussing. Not cursing, though- that was something altogether different, as she could very well attest to. She threw on a light pink skirt and a white top, and as she got used to the idea of being awake at this ungodly hour, her mood slowly began to improve. By the time she made down to the cafeteria she was almost smiling, though the key word in this statement was almost.

Grabbing a plate of eggs and sausage, Camille took a seat by herself. If someone came and joined her, that was alright by her, and if she ate alone, well, that was okay, too. She didn't know anybody here yet, after all.

[User]
Nadia was up as soon as she heard the peal of the morning bells. She was awakened to a fluster of bustle in the room, filled with the voices of various other girls talking. It was then that she remembered that she was no longer at home anyhome, but back at the Raindale University for Witches for the second year. This was just one of the things that reaffirmed why she loved being here so much. Instead of waking up in peaceful quiet in a large and mostly empty mansion, the lass not woke herself up to plenty of others in this room that she shared with so many others. The thought of that simply made her excited with glee. Privacy was not something that was that important to her, and she revelled in the sights of others changing and stripping their clothes in plain sight.

As girls continued to stream in and out of the room from the toilets, Nadia hastily grabbed her toiletries and started to head to the washroom herself. She was already starting to realise that waking up so late was not ideal, as plenty of others had also done so, and the toilet was terribly crowded and noisy from all the chatter going on at the same time. She'd forgotten all about that. Finally securing herself an unoccupied spot at a sink, she began to brush her teeth and wash her face, before tiding up the rest of her appearance.

Once she returned to her bed, she began to dress herself without a care of who was nearby. Properly dressed, she grabbed her bag and joined the stream of others heading towards breakfast. Once she was in the cafeteria, a quick glance told her that it was simple breakfast fare, and she got herself a place of two cheese toasted bread, and a bowl of yogurt before looking around for a place to sit. Her gaze locked onto a familiar sight, that of another Russian, she believed called Karina. Making a beeline to her table, Nadia placed her plate down onto the table and took seat next to her. "Privyet Karina! Had a good sleep?" The lass was a smiles now, her mood buoyed by the joy and enthusiasm of simply being here in Raindale in her second year. She was really hoping that she would do better this year.


[System]
Nickname: Little Dragon
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Age Admitted into Riverwood: 13

Ability: Dragon-esque abilities. Breathing fire, fire resistance, dragon wings, dragon talons, etc.
Limits to Ability: Ryuu cannot control the heat of her flame, and may loose control over her dragon instincts.

Personality: Ryuu is sweet and innocent. Much like an ideal younger sibling. She almost never gets mad and loves to help. She great house hold skills and is quite mature. Though on the rare occasion Ryuu gets mad, she is a sadistic, short tempered, violent, and over all terrifying person.
Background: Ryuu was born to a poor family. She was the middle child in a family of 7. Upon her birth her parents saw that Ryuu had dragon wings, but they decided they did't want to leave their daughter. So instead they decided that they would have Ryuu wear a jacket and fold her wings in in order to hide them. Ryuu tried to live as normal a life as she could. She took care of her siblings and family. But as Ryuu got older she found it harder to control dragon instincts. One night she went on a rampage. Ryuu burned down her house, wounded her siblings, and broke house hold objects. Though upon awaking from her rampage, Ryuu was devastated. She decided to leave her family, hoping that they would be safer without her. And so she arrived at Riverwood.
Other: Likes meat.

[User] Ryuu sat at the edge if her bed, singing her legs. She looked at her hands, observing her long nails. They resembled talons and the skin around them was scaly skin, an emerald green color. The same color as the scaly wings protruding from her back, hidden under Ryuu's hoodie. Ryuu smoothed her soft pink hair back as she slid off her bed. She began to walk towards the room, where the newcomer had been carried. She silently slid the door open, stepping inside. Ryuu stood next to the door, trying not to intrude, merely curious.

[Assistant] Looking at the floor Lucas slowly makes his way to the room the newcomer is in, all the while grumbling to himself. "Hope the newbie isn't a "normal", man I swear there are too many "normals" around only that pink girl what was her name Riyro, Ryor, Ryuu isn't a "normal". I think it was Ryuu." When Lucas reaches the room and and lifts his head to see if anyone had made it there before him, he notices Ryuu standing in the door way. "Hey pinky what was your name again? I can't seem to remember."

[User]
Cammy shuffled along the hallways, pulling on her shoe as she went. She had been napping when they brought the new girl in and wished she hadn't been. She would have liked to have been there when she woke up. "Oh well" she sighed to herself as she turned the corner, noticing Lucas ahead of her. She followed quietly behind him as he muttered to himself about normals. It was slightly comforting to know that he thought of her as normal. She didn't even consider herself normal. Hell, the word "normal" felt weird to her now.

As Lucas stepped inside the room and questioned Ryuu about her name, Cammy squeezed between them and took a few steps towards the bed. She made sure not to get too close though, knowing that this girl had been through an ordeal and had just woken up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people. She didn't want to frighten her more than she was already. "Hi" she said, almost sheepishly with a little wave, "I'm Cammy. How are you feeling?"

[Assistant]
"We'll see you soon, sweetie."

Those were the last words Dolor Obulier's parents told her the moment Riverwood took her away. It felt like centuries ago but in reality, only six years had passed since that faithful morning, when men in hazmat suits simply knocked on her door and told her dear old mother and father that their daughter had to be taken away for 'safe keeping'. Keeping hazardous children locked up like dogs, trying to keep the general public safe from themselves. Whenever it was explained to her like this, she felt worse then the previous time. Safe? To keep people safe, who had done nothing to benefit her, she was the one that had to suffer?

What a load of bullshit.

And in all honesty, she wasn't even mad at the academy for taking her in so suddenly, Dolor was more angered towards her parents. They just gave her up like nothing was wrong, they never wrote letters, or called, or even bothered to check up on their daughter. Probably too concerned with their normal child to bother checking up on their older one. It was like they sent her on a vacation of some sort, as if she was meant to be enjoying her time her.

Regardless, Dolor had to deal with what she had, and soon she had adapted to her lifestyle at Riverwood Academy. This place seemed to get more students every day too, so it wasn't like it was some sort of ghost town. Plus the occasional fights that broke out were fun. Ever see a human tree go up against fly? No? It's hilarious, trust me.

This place wouldn't be a permanent gig, not forever.

The young girl was shuffling out of bed, stretching her arms out and moving her hair out from her face before realizing the small droplets falling on her face.

Ugh, again?

Her bed and pillow cases were completely soaked, her hair a large body of water rather then its usual dark locks. Dolor quickly snatched up her bedspread, hurrying out the room dragging them.

Shit, shit. She had to get these dry, now, before classes started up. Plus, she had to get dressed out her PJs.

Rushing out the room, she barley missed bumping into someone as her body buzzed out into an array of dust, each particule rejoining as her body reformed. The sheet however, didn't help, as it ended up wrapping around the other frame, pulling them down. "Crap!" She yelped, quickly stopping to help unravel them. "I'm so sorry, fuck,I didn't see you there."

[User]
From a dark corner emerged one of the eldest members of the academy. Of course, most everyone knew him as his new persona, "Black." Though this was not his true given name, he preferred if people would merely refer to him as that. He had some issues with his family. In fact, he didn't even mention it. As far as he knew, no one had heard anything about his past, or his name, and he intended to keep it that way. Regardless there was this new girl... he looked her over and sighed. She was still pretty young. Her being here ultimately meant a tragedy had just occurred in her life, poor thing. He looked around at the others in the room and smiled, addressing each one as he approached the newcomer.

"Lucas, remembering your friend's names is an important and challenging feat. We are here because we are the only ones who are willing to help and protect each other, and becoming more of a family is a great step in achieving these wishes. Ryuu, I understand your concerns, but please, do not be so furtive in this situation. First of all, it is important for this girl to feel welcome to her new home. Secondly, imagine if she were oblivious to your presence, then caught you in her sights. I mean no offense, but to her, someone who we can generally assume has no background of knowledge with mutants, the shock could lead to even great issues amongst us. Cammy, I understand the human need to sleep, and I understand our days have been stressful, but they're no less busy. Be selective with your naps, as we are in danger every minute of every day... by the way, I don't watch you while you sleep if that's what you're thinking. I merely was passing by your room when I received word of the newcomer's arrival. Maria... good morning, I apologize for being so critical," he said, bowing when he reached the nurse, "You are well aware, however, of how important I feel our image and actions are." He turned back to the others, "I must apologize to you all to. I mean no ill will of course; I only wish to give you benevolent and harmless advice. Lastly then, hello young one. Welcome to Riverwood. My name is Black, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Should you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them," he concluded. Finally he sat down in one of the chairs in the nurses suite, waiting for something else to happen.

[Assistant]
Pamela was awake. She never slept much. It was hard at night, or any other time, to sleep. Her dreams were often weird and cryptic, which just caused her to have a headache. Of course, her abilities caused her to have a headache more often then not, so she was use to the pain. t didn't mean she had to like it.

Her dog, Lance, looked up at her, and gave a whine. She smiled, rubbing the chocolate brown lab, and rose, grabbing his leash where she had left t, over the bed railing, and buckled it on. While she could technically 'See' with her abilities, Lance still helped her. At times, her mind and sight could be confusing, and Lance help her not run into things.

"Alright boy, We'll go for a walk and then some food"

[User] "Oh yeah that was your name Ryuu." Lucas smiles happily now remembering Ryuu's name. "Yeah welcome to Riverwood if you ever need me which I doubt. You can find me either outside near the flowers or in the kitchen eating peanut butter. Oh and before I forget I am Lucas Ursaine." Lucas leaves the room and heads towards the kitchen. Grumbling to himself again as he walks,"You know what I'm going to go take a nap in a bush." So instead of going to the kitchens he walks outside and crawls inside of a bush and promptly falls asleep, snoring loudly.

[Assistant]
Ryuu stepped further into the room. Black was right. It would be better if Ryuu did not hide, though Ryuu still didn't want to get too close. Her nails were quite sharp after all. She didn't want to accidentally cut anything.

" Hello, I'm Ryuu Tatsuo, I hope you'll enjoy Riverwood," Ryuu told Terry. She hoped that Terry would soon feel at home in Riverwood.


[System]
appearance:
age: 17
species: Half-Demon Sorcerer
powers: Has spells he can cast. Can learn new ones in the RP.
Fireball: Creates a ball of fire Hafner can throw. Needs a few seconds to charge. At 1 second it's about as strong as a cherry bomb, at 5 it's on par with a grenade.
Daegr: Summons a lesser demon twisted into the form of a supernaturally sharp and durable weapon. Hafner favors an axe, though he can form it into any melee weapon. In any form, it is capable of blocking magical and energy-based attacks.
Dash: Temporarily speeds up Hafner's movement. It looks like he's teleporting, but really, he's just running faster than is normally capable of being seen. He can move up to 20 feet, but has to wait 5 seconds between uses or risk damaging his legs. Can only do so in a straight line. Can do it in mid-air, allowing him to "double jump."
Dark Aura: Forms a black aura around any weapon Hafner is wielding, or failing that, his fist. This aura makes the next attack twice as effective.
Summon Evil Eye: Summons a demonic eye. It can slowly and silently float around, and fire small laser beams that set things on fire. Hafner can close one of his eyes to see through the eye of his demonic eye. He can summon two at a time. Each one has 8 tentacles taht can manipulate objects. Pic.

sexuality: Bisexual
bio: The son of a powerful demon lord, his left horn was torn off by his father, halving his magical power. He seeks to return to his former strength and get revenge on his father.
other: None.

[User]
Sasha was about to respond to Emily when the classroom burst into chaos. Was school supposed to be like this? Not that she minded a little mayhem, but she hadn't expected students to be entering and leaving the classroom so frequently, much less by jumping out the window. She chose to stay put despite the urge to follow everyone leaving and find out what exactly was going on. As the teacher left, Sasha looked around at the few students left in class. "What do we do now?" she asked them. @Vampiretwilight @BiffleChump @Kierankaos

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Benji had sat silently observing as everyone entered and exited the room in various levels of panic. This was definitely the best first day at a new school he had experienced so far. Guess no one's gonna be taking attendance today, he thought to himself with a grin as he stood up from his chair. Shortly after the teacher had left the room, he made to leave as well, giving a playful salute to the remaining students. "Someone make a killer bowl for me." With that, he left the crafts and pottery classroom. He looked down the hallway and saw that a demon-looking guy was headed in the opposite direction the teacher had gone. Probably best to follow his lead.

Benji quickly caught up to the guy and began walking beside him. "Hey, mind if I join ya? Skipping class is a hobby of mine." He wore a devious smile, unafriad as he looked up at the supernatural creature. @Spike

[Assistant]
Emily looked worried. She shrugged. She did not know what to do. She frowned and bit her lip.
"I...I don't know. I haven't been around this much chaos since my girlfriend dumped me last summer for a 'well experienced' hunter."
She took a breath. The vampire managed to keep herself calm. She hoped that the human was alright and that he was not going crazy or anything. The experiment would be scrapped and she'd never be able to go into the human world ever again. There would be no chance for her to have any human friends. That would be absolutely terrible, she thought. She looked at Sasha.
"are you alright?"
Emily showed some concern for the demon she just met.

[User]
Marcus couldn't help feeling mildly surprised that the first person to spaz out in class was one of the mortals, but then realized that a human, xenophobic or not, would be getting a little nervous when surrounded by powerful supernatural creatures with the capability – if not the intention – of reducing him to a dark red stain or heap of ash with minimal effort.
An already unstable person would go over the edge all too easily... whose idea had it been to send him here?

Marcus had at least enough presence of mind to answer Sasha's question: "- I think we should stick together and try to get along, so we have someone we can trust when… unexpected... scenes like these happen. It would be pretty pathetic if the grand experiment meant for peace and tolerance had to end because of some incident happening on the first day." He twiddled his fingers a little nervously at his last words.

He did not openly state his last thought: an openly loony person would at least be easier to avoid than someone who was crazy in secret.
He felt tempted to dream-read the boy when next night comes, but decided against it; some people's minds could be dangerous to contact.
At least nobody else had shown any signs of insanity or really boorish manners thus far, though it was clear not all students took the classes as seriously.

[Assistant]
Jasper just fucking ran. Apparently logic wasn't something he understood. Zienaknuen guessed he didn't like not being in control. Must have liked being the most informed person in the room, and whenever someone went over his head, he lost his mind. To be fair, threatening to turn his femur into dust may have been a bit much, but he desered it, calling in whatever strike teams in on the school.

Zienaknuen heard footsteps and wings approaching behind him, as he watched Jasper sprint away. He turned to see Alexander and Angel. "Morning." He said with a cheery dispostion. "I assume your looking for the lunatic." He said gesturing over his shoulder at Jasper running off into the distance. "Oh, I'm sorry. Lunatic isn't the word I meant to use. So insensitive to Werewolves. Who are actually effected by the lunar cycle." He said, as he remembered that the term lunatic actually had its origins from people who behaved oddly under a full moon, and was likly a result of Werewolve trying to stay hidden in the past. "Would you like me to grab him?" He said gesturing back to Jasper who had tripped over and was getting back up. "Or are you here for me?" He asked, placing a hand over his heart to gesture to himself. "I'm Zienaknuen by the way. I request you call me that, until we get to know each other."

[User]
Alexander sighed and nodded. He introduced himself.
"and I demand that you return to class immediately before I call the head of the school."
He crossed his arms. He narrowed his eyes. The teacher was very unhappy.

Angel sighed. She frowned. Her wings dropped a bit. She glanced away. She hated it when her brother got strict, teacher or not. Anyway, she cleared her throat.
"I can escort them both back if you'd like...sir."
She, then, looked at Zienaknuen @Sanity43217. She gave a faint smile.

Alexander sighed again. He nodded once.
"Very well, miss. But you must return to my class quickly. I will not be patient for very long."

Angel nodded, not looking away from Zienaknuen.

[Assistant] "You're going to call the head of school because I am not in the class, you should be teaching, but aren't, because your here? Sir." He said, just wanting to make sure he understood the situation. "What if I called the head of school, on my Crafts and Pottery Teacher who didn't show up to class. Or the Crafts and Pottery Teacher who let god knows how many students just leave the class." Zienaknuen knew this 'teacher' couldn't do shit. He looked barely older than the students, which in itself wasn't much, but the way he spoke, he sounded young. The Vatican had taught him how to guess an entities age, independent from their physical body. "How old are you? 23? 25?" Zienaknuen had no idea how they thought this was going to work. He looked at his watch and smirked. "Well, it been fifteen minutes. You're not teaching the class. I'm legally allowed to leave."

[User]
"after retrieving this one, I was intended to make them return, student. Security has already been called on the others."
Alexander narrowed his eyes.
"That is detention for you, for talking back. Anything else?"
He crossed his arms.
"my age is none of your business."

Angel sighed.
"please, sir, calm down?"
Angel sounded worried, nervous even. She looked at the other student.
"I volunteered to help. I didn't want anyone in serious trouble."
She frowned. Her eyes closed for a moment. She bit her lip. Her wings dropped all the way down.

Alexander sighed.
"Stay out of this, student."
He addressed his sister that time.

Angel simply nodded.

[Assistant] "Man. I say we go and fight that kid. I haven't fought in like.... a day!" Blyke was clearly irritated at the fact that he hadn't been able to injure anyone severely in the recent days. After about a minute of thinking, he came to the conclusion that this was a terrible idea. "..Nevermind, I'm out of ideas. We could do charades! Or.. or.. tic tac toe!" He frowned. "Whatever." He bailed and leaped out the window, going to see the commotion outside. He begun to approach the worry-circle.

[User]
After leaving class, Hafner had reached into his backpack and pulled out a blue book. Benji managed to catch up to Hafner right as he was about to enter the library. The one-horned demon barely glanced over his shoulder at him. "No, but I'm not doing anything exciting." Hafner said, opening the door. He promptly returned to his spot in the library. It was one of the tables reserved to study, right next to the door, in fact, and piled high with various magical grimoires. The largest was "The Book of Summonings." A smaller book was open next to it, into which Hafner was scribbling spells with a quill pen. The smaller one was in fact Hafner's. It was simple looking, with a blue cover and pages of vellum in which the cambion had meticulously scribbled runes and diagrams that could be used to cast magical spells. Presently, he was studying the section on lesser demons.

"Please stand back." Hafner said, taking a small velvet sack from his backpack. From it, he took a pinch of a dark-blue powder, starting to sprinkle it on the desk behind him in an intricate, circular pattern.

"Please refrain from sneezing."

[Assistant]
Sasha listened to both Emily and the black haired cat boy's (@BiffleChump) responses to her question. Her heart sank at Emily's words, but she smiled sincerely when Emily asked if she was okay. "Yes, thank you Emily. I think I'm okay. This is my first time going to school so I wasn't sure what to expect to begin with. Might as well be a riot!" She laughed a little, then looked back at Emily softly. "That sounds terrible though, what happened with your ex. If you wanna talk about it after class let me know." She put her hand over Emily's for a brief moment in a comforting gesture, then turned to the fay.

"You're absolutely right. We need to remember how important it is that we all get along! We have the chance to determine history right now." Sasha was so excited to be making friends, especially since she got to be part of such an amazing goal in the process. She spotted another dark haired boy in the back of the classroom and waved at him. (@Vampiretwilight Jason) "You should come sit with us while we wait for everyone to get back! Oh, I'm Sasha by the way. What are your names?" She addressed the second part to the two boys.

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Benji laughed when the demon (@Spike) said he wasn't doing anything interesting. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it beats sitting in the classroom, waiting for the teacher to wrangle the class back together." He had been in similar classroom environments and nothing ever truly got taught. Benji learned more from ditching class with his friends than he ever did from a teacher. He learned art, through graffitti maybe but art all the same, and he learned coding by helping to hack the school's grade system, and he learned how to fight, steal, and run like hell. That wasn't what you were supposed to learn in school, but that's what Benji had gotten out of his education so far.

The human followed the other student into the library and raised his eyebrows and all the spellbooks and symbols. Oh, so I'm going to be learning some occult things today. Despite his initial suspicion, Benji was genuinely interested in seeing the demon do whatever magic he did with these books. He stepped back when asked, choosing to sit backward on a chair from a neighboring table, resting his arms and head on the back of it. He laughed when the demon asked him not to sneeze. "No promises." He said it jokingly, not stopping to think the demon might not pick up on his human sense of humor.

[User]
Emily nodded when Sasha answered her question. She managed a faint smile. She waved off the apology.
"It was last summer. Thinking back, it makes me glad she is gone. She was quite selfish now that I think about it."
She nodded again. She smiled a little bigger that time. Emily blinked when Sasha placed her hand over hers. She turned a bit red. She bit her lip. She tried to shake it off as she watched Sasha address a boy sitting in the back of the room. She wondered what the boy would say and if he would accept.

Jason blinked. He looked up. He looked around before his eyes landed on sasha and Emily. He pointed at himself, a bit confused by the look of it.
"who? Me?"
He frowned. he was unsure about it. He paused.

Emily looked at Sasha.
"He looks unsure."

Jason heard Emily. He actually nodded a bit. He looked down at his desk again. He was quiet for a bit.

[Assistant]
If Hafner noticed Benji's remark, he gave no notice. He had closed his eyes, and was utterly motionless, but for one thing: His lips were slowly moving as he muttered incantations. Then, he snapped his fingers, and the powder erupted into blue flames. Just as quickly, they were extinguished, and in their place was a bizarre creature: It was orange, about the size of a basketball, with a single massive eye slowly opening in the center. Eight tentacles splayed out. The creatures eye glanced around the room, before falling on Hafner. It looked upon him with love in its eyes, like that a child might have for its parent.

"Get in there ya lil shit!" Hafner growled, grabbing the creature and starting to stuff it into the magic book. The page was accepting it as if it was a hole in the book itself...But the demon eye was not, it's tentacles trying to keep it from being forced into the grimoire.


[System]
Age: 46
Gender: Male
Number: 55
Associated Color: Gray, often associated with steel and metal, is a cold detached and neutral color.
Physical Description: Michael is a tall, broad shouldered, physically fit and intimidating man. There is a searching and probing quality in his bright blue eyes, which often makes people feel like they're being studied. His dark brown hair is slicked back tightly and is cut short so that none of it obscures his vision. Michael also has a sharp aquiline nose, and has a tendency to glare at people.
Personality: At first glance, Michael is deeply intense and imperious. He is both commanding and condescending, preferring to take charge rather than leave decisions in incompetent hands. He is cold and standoffish, but still functions relatively well in groups, especially if he is calling the shots. This does not extend to his work though, as he is more than happy to follow orders while in uniform. If an observant person were to listen carefully while he speaks, they would hear a slight but well hidden accent.
Known History: Michael was born in Russia, but he and his mother emigrated when he was young. Since then, he has cut ties from his entire family and dedicates most of his time to his job as a police officer.
Real History: The last thing that Michael remembers is driving home from work and settling in with some paperwork.

[User]
Eyes opened, breath softly, skin crawling from the cold air and a cool surface of an uncomfortably hard bed.
A young man groaned, shielding his eyes with his arm, the young man's head was throbbing as if he was mildly hungover. But he doesn't remember drinking the night before. He unshielded his eyes and took a look around.

"what the hell?" the young man mumbled as he finally gotten a decent look at his room. He sat up and was sitting up on top of a bed that should belong in a hospital which luckily he looks to be in. The room was small, it had two doors and a window, the young man guessed the doors was one was to the hallway another was a closet or bathroom. There was a small window and looking through only showing nothing but inky darkness. And a desk across the bed, which has a notebook on top of it.

The young man stood up in the middle of the room. First he tried to open the window. But as he tried to open it. It didn't budge at all it seemed it was more of a wall decoration than a useable window.
"Damn, it was getting stuffy in here..." He trailed off in defeat as he walked to the desk.

He touched the cover of the notebook, it wasn't made with the same paper as his sketchbooks, but it was decent enough papers if he felt like doodling. And he took the pen that was laying down next to the notebook it was magenta; he was surprised people made pens in that colour. He flipped through the pages of the notebook, taking note that the first page of the notebook was ripped out.

He wrote down stuff, he always was better at collecting his thoughts when he write them down.

I decided to write down my thoughts since I'm a confused mess at the moment.
so I woke up in a hospital room, and I tried to find anything that would explain why I'm here, but I Found zip nada zilch. The windows are pretty much there to bring in light from the outside which I should mention is as dark as shit. There's no information saying why I'm here or even anything that has my name on it, which is Aden. Weird also is that I have nothing of mine here, not even my clothes I last remember having worn before getting here. The magenta shirt is a nice colour though. And there's not even a name band on my wrist.

Aden looked at his left hand, a number was branded onto it, the numbers 83. It looked like a tattoo which was magenta in colour. "What the hell." He muttered. He put his pen and notebook away in a back pocket. He now just wants to leave. Everything was weird before, but the number is just pushing it for him. He ignored what he assumed was the closet and went past the tall door and left his room.

The hallway before him had the same dreary lighting and was long with many doors and almost nothing in the hallways when it came to decoration. Not even a chair or potted plant to liven up the place. He looked at his room door which has the room number of 5183. Easy to remember if he wants to returns, which he won't.

Now where should the nearest stairwell be? So he can get out of this weird hospital.

[Assistant]
Thomas opened his eyes as he woke up to see the dimly lit room that he was in. He was confused, this wasn't his bedroom. He slowly sat up in an attempt to see more of the room that he had found himself in. Where am I? he thought to himself. Maybe it's all just a dream, said someone. Thomas turned around. The room was empty. Just the extra voice up there, he thought.

Thomas got out of the bed, in order to get a better look of the room. It looks like a hospital room, he wondered. Thomas looked around, and saw that there were a couple of doors, and a window on the wall behind him. Should I open it? he asked himself, No, don't, the voice said, it's too cold.

As he looked round, Thomas could see a notebook on a table next to the bed that he had been in. It was pure black on the front and back, and, when he opened it, he could see that the first page had been ripped out. As he opened the notebook, he could see that there was something written on his hand. He looked closely at it, and could see the number 44 written on his hand. He ran his fingers over it, and it was smooth, almost as if it had always been there. Thomas put this aside, maybe it was an ID of some sort? He pocketed the notebook, and walked through one of the doors, and came to a corridor, which was completely silent. He looked round to his door, and saw that it had the number 4944 on a plaque that was attached to the door. Find other people! the voice told him. So, he walked out of his room and down the corridor.

[User]
By the time Michael was fully awake, he was sitting upright and blinking away the blurriness of sleep. Thoughts and reason returned slowly but surely, as he looked around the unfamiliar area to find that he was sitting in a hospital bed.

Again?...no, couldn't be...he thought wearily. Michael looked at his left hand, flexing it as he read the number on it. 55. His brow furrowed in confusion at the sight of it. With a thought, he checked his other wrist, but there was nothing. If this had been a legitimate hospital visit, he would have a wristband. I also would probably be wearing a hospital gown. Michael thought as gazed down at his new attire. A gray shirt with some decent slacks and shoes.

Taking stock of the room, Michael raised himself from the bed and began to make mental notes. He approached the window and tried to open it to get his bearings, but with no success. He couldn't see much through it in any case. The only other thing that caught his eye was something that Michael took a large amount of comfort in: a notebook. They weren't required in his line of duty, but he always carried one anyway.

The first page was torn out, and a pen sat next to it. As he began to write in the notebook, he saw with some surprise that the pen was writing in gray ink.

Awoke at _:_? no clock in room, outside not visible.
Small room, one bed, one window.
No wristband, no gown, no hospital staff.
New clothes. Shirt is gray, same color as pen.
Number 55 on left hand, not sure how it got there.

Last memories: Getting home and sitting down. I was filling out paperwork.

With that, he stuck he pen inside the notebook and headed towards the door leading out of the room. No use in sitting around, he meant to find out how and why he was brought here, and fast. As he exited the room, he saw that the hallway he just entered was sparse, like the room he was just in. Turning around to look at the door, he examined a small plaque that read 5955. Michael jotted the room number quickly down in his notebook, reflecting briefly on the fact that the last two numbers were the same two on his hand.

Michael scowled in distaste. Whatever was going on here, he didn't like it one bit. Striding quickly down the hallway, he set out to find someone else. He simply couldn't be the only one here.