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Notable Parents: None that she knew of, she's a orphan so she doesn't know her parents.
Age: 21

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Red

Eye color: Bright Blue

Appearance: (Picture preferred, Description is accepted, both are best!)

Stands 6'8 and is quite muscular and thick boned and a solid body, has tanned skin with a large scar going from cheek bone to cheek bone and crossing the bridge of her nose just below the eyes. Wears black fingerless armored knuckled gloves, as well as a chain necklace with a silver pendant with design of the summoning creature Valefor.

Weapon: Sword, fists, feet... Actually most of her body.

Fighting Style: Alex is highly skilled in swordsmanship, to the point where she can dual wield, but her impressive strength goes nicely with one sword so she can land harder hits. She's also skilled in hand to hand combat, her fists and kicks making powerful blows that could knock a Ronso on his tail.

Limit Break: Damocles Photon Slash Barrage- User dashed toward the enemy, weapon glowing with energy and slashing upwards. Knocking the enemy in the air, the user jumps after and repeatedly slashes the enemy before stabbing the enemy and swinging the enemy over the User's head and throwing it back to the ground. User then makes multiple slashes, creating energy protectjiles toward the opponent before slamming downward to slam the enemy from above.

Any Armor: Has minor chest plates and shoulder pads and some protection to the hips and armored knuckled gloves.

Skills:
-Impressive physical strength
-Great swordsmanship

Shortcomings:
-High Temper. Loses focus and thought when angered.
-Emotionally Unstable.
-Highly weak against magic attacks.
-Lacks self-esteem and is often a bit overly paranoid, worrying over things that come to mind be it true or untrue.
-Can be manipulated and/or tricked pretty easily.

Occupation: Defender Blitzball Star/Currently Guardian to Eva.

Biography: There isn't much to say really. Alex was found at the doorsteps of the Besaid Orphanage when just a infant. No one knew her name or where she came from, but she was named Alexandra after a legendary summon. Though she mostly called herself Alex, finding the shorter version more pleasing to hear at least coming from others. She was always a rambunctious child, always outgoing and ready to take on any challenge. Having a temper and a blunt personality, she didn't have a lot of friends. Being the only child in the orphanage, she was always alone. During summers, she met with Gippal and Urick but that was only when they visited. Naisha was another child she played with until the girl got sickly for some time. So, in the end, Alex was a lot of times alone. Disliked by temple priests who would mutter about her. However, she loved hearing the stories of the heroes who stopped Sin. In fact, one day Yuna and Tidus came to visit the orphanage. The blonde man had shown her kindness and shared stories of his adventures, especially as a Blitzball Player. That was the day when she dreamed of becoming the best Blitzball player.

Of course, that was always difficult for anyone. So she practiced everyday to be just like Tidus. Practicing with a wooden sword and a ball. In her teen years, she had a lot of competition to get in the home team. Years in fact of trying in the try outs until she was finally accepted. Now she has become a star player, known for her aggressive tackles play on the field by defending her team.

Personality: Alex is a hot tempered woman with a sharp tongue. She is brutally honest and speaks her mind without truly thinking it through. She at times can be immature and is easily side tracked when pushed to aggression. Often careless and reckless, she finds herself in bad situations a lot times that usually end up in a brawl. Despite her aggressive nature, she has a kind heart and believes in doing the right thing, of course what she thinks is right. She has a soft heart for women and children, mostly. Usually she is able to speak her mind clearly, but when she feels flustered or embarrassed, she tends to stutter, have a mental panic attack, before avoiding the situation awkwardly. She also tends to have a very overprotective nature when she does care for someone. Be it friendship or love interest. She's brave and loyal, and despite her gruff hot tempered nature and being difficult to socialize with, she's a bit talkative and in reality is pretty lonely. Though she'd never admit it. She gets irritated when someone brings up how she has no parents, being slightly jealous others have a family while she lives without one. She has great confidence in her abilities as a warrior and a Blitzball player but finds herself being modest when she is praised a lot, unused to it. Usually has difficulties talking about herself.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there? Living there.

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Bohdan pondered what Cassius said for a brief moment. "Before I got here I considered trying to visit the temple. I know the ways of Yevon have largely lost favor with the public, but I always thought there were some things about Yevon that were worth preserving. Do you think the temple could yield any useful knowledge, or has it become commercialized?" Bohdan slowly became aware that some people might be offended by his suggestion that it had, but there wasn't much he could do about that now.

"Of course, if that doesn't interest you I have no intention of dragging you along for it. It shouldn't be difficult for us to meet up again either way. ...At any rate, I look forward to travelling with you, Cassius."

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Cassius nodded to Bohdan. "From what I know, which could be way wrong, is that the temple indeed made it's.... lies known. And people still side with it... but... that is all I know. I rather place my faith in something that isn't a subject of politics." He stated critically.

"I'm... feeling a bit sleepy. We should get some rest... and you're more than welcome to stay here." Cassius offered as he than laid across the bed.

"Good night."

[User] Had it really gotten that late? Apparently it had. Bohdan wouldn't normally have been tired, but that fight had worn him out a bit. "Very well then. I will rest here but..." he didn't want to sound rude, it it really didn't have anything to do with the quality of Cassius' house, but he was afraid it might sound that way. "I think I would prefer to sleep outside. I'm much more comfortable there, as that's where I've mostly been sleeping for the past two years. I've slept outdoors for most of my life, in fact. I find it difficult to sleep indoors, it's often too silent for my own good."

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Nai looked at him, her eyes filled with a cold hurt. It actually made him take a step back. " You are late…" She said with indifferent voice." Go change, the match is going to start any moment… if you want to talk so bad, do it after you've at least fulfilled one of your obligations." She stated coldly, a statement that cut him hard, coming from her. She continued towards the staff area." And don't you dare show bad performance out there… The team will look towards you as their captain while Vidina is away. If you screw up now, the morale of the team will suffer for a long time." she added as she turned the corner leaving him behind.

Gippal stood looking at the corner she turned around for a long time. Till he finally jolted himself back to the reality of now. Grinding his teeth he turned and walked into the locker room. Passing his fellow teammates to the only locker still not opened. He opened it and started to undress. After a bit he hesitated before pulling white shirt off.

A few Minutes later Gippal sat down in front of his locker, looking at his own reflection in his small mirror in the door of his locker. He looked ridiculous in this overall like uniform, personally he had hoped this extra uniform didn't fit so he would be able to wear his own clothes. Sadly not. The reason besides it's horrible look was because of the scars all over his chest and back that now could be easily seen, especially one nasty one over his heart. He placed a hand over it and rubbed it gently. He didn't want people to ask questions...

Shaking his head he slammed the locker as he heard Alex say, "Hope you're all ready for this." With a cheer from the rest of the team Gippal stood up and made his way over to Alex. He wanted to explain himself A few of the teammates routed him off.

"Hey man glad your on the team!" The teammate in front of him slapped him on the shoulder, then gripped it and got closer. "Ya I know you are a hotshot who's good friends with Alex Ya? But it's been five years. Alex and I sort of have a thing now, so before you go and try to make any moves on my redheaded Goddess, know that she's taken."

Gippal's red eyes stared blankly at the man infront of him. He then sighed and shook his head. "Look...Abo was it? I'm sure at this moment you have a thousand percent higher chance than me she likes you more than me." At which Abo looked slightly surprised. "Really?"

Gippal nodded and patted Abo's shoulder "Good luck buddy." before leaving him to inflate his own head. He then continued his way towards Alex but as he was about to reach her Tidus walked in and said. "Alright everyone lets show them the reason we deserve to be the champions once again this year! Time to move out!" With that everyone roared a cheer and began running out of the door that lead to the sphere. At which Gippal tried to catch Alex, "Alex wait!" He placed a hand on her shoulder " I need to talk to you about last night..." He then started to hear the announcer introduce the players of the team as they came out. He gritted his teeth again...he should have come earlier.

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Urick opened his eyes slowly as the woman named Saina said softly,"You took my advice."

He looked up to her, dripping wet in front of him with her cloak off. He lowered his eyes, sweat appearing on him again. She was so scantily clothed it was just hard for him not to look. He swallowed hard and tried to focus only on her face. He didn't understand what she had meant before at least not fully, in the temple. But now it clicked. As he realized he was meditating in the temple and how it centered her.

"Not many hear my words in these lands I've travelled, but you have... and for that, I'm grateful." She turned to look at the horizon again, at which he watched her for a moment before she spoke again. "It's funny isn't it... how the sky, and the sea are always at war with each other?"

Urick looked to the sky as well and thought about her words, He looked back to her to notice her thoughtful expression. Strange seeing it after used to such an expressionless face. she clapped her hands in front of herself as she explained her idea a little more.
"They're like vain sisters, always trying to prove themselves more beautiful than the other, lashing out when they don't get their way... Ahaha..."

She closed her vibrant blue eyes to laugh softly at the idea. Relaxing, she removed her cloak from where it was tied on her hip and began to wring it out, her sopping wet hair falling over her shoulder. She looked back at him, her bright eyes open once more and vibrantly glowing in the slight shade of the tree they were under.

"I wonder which you find more beautiful?"

He blinked and looked away the shade of red appearing on his face growing stronger as she looked at him. He thought of her idea and wondered the best answer. They both were truly beautiful. It would be hard to choose between the two. But how would he explain it...Thankfully Eva showed up and joined the conversation explaining his predicament. He only nodded and proceeded to place his armor back onto his arms, quickly cinching the leather straps down. He then stood up, towering over the two women. He shook his head stating he didn't need anything.

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Alex watched the team before spotting Gippal attempting to come towards her, in which case her grin disappeared and her icy blue glare returned as she snapped her gaze away. Not really feeling like confronting him without punching him. She faintly heard Abo going off on his weird fantasies and she mildly turned her head to glare in their direction. It was just weird to be spoken about like that. She didn't get it. Naisha was much better looking. Then again Abo seemed to just flirt with anything on two legs so she probably shouldn't be surprised.

As Tidus came out and notified everyone it was time to head out, Alex rolled her shoulders, slightly clapping her hands against her cheeks as she got her mind on the game. It wasn't the time to be focusing on the nimrods at the moment. She didn't want to dissapoint the team if she wasn't focused.

But as she walked, she heard Gippal call her from behind and grinder her teeth together and glanced back at him with the same icy glare. "Didn't realize I was worth talking to now." she said bitterly, but her voice was low and didn't hold the usual angry flare. It was just cold, firm and crystal clear like ice. A usual indication that she was mad, and hurt. In her own way.

Taking a moment to take a deep calming breath, she continued speaking. "Gippal, I agree we need to talk but we have a game right now. If you want to talk and try and explain yourself that Urick couldn't, then you can wait until after the game. You really hurt Nai, and you know how much I hate that. So you better have a very good damn reason for it and stay away from Nai until you managed to convince me. Till then just focus on the game." she said in the same tone, even calling both of the boys by their name instead of their nicknames she usually called them. It was pretty bad when she couldn't throw insulting names at him.

Continuing to walk and leaving no room for another word, Alex stepped out and listened as the announcer spoke her name.

"And here comes the one and only, the Crimson Valefor, the toughest of the toughest defenders, AAAAAALLLLEEEEEX!" she heard him yell as cheers ringing out in the crowd. Taking a deep breath as she stepped to the diving spot, she jumped into the air. Spinning her body as she flipped and dived into the water almost elegantly.

Swimming to the Auroch's side of the sphere, Alex took her position on the left.


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Gender: Female

Age: 21

Career/Class: Courtesan/Duelist

Physical Description: Camilla is a medium sized woman around 5'5. She possess the slightly bronzed skin, angular features and dark hair common among Tileans. She has the smooth clean lines of a classical statue and the lean musculature of a dancer. Every part of her seems artfully contrived, as though she stepped from the canvas of a master painter. Camilla moves with deliberate grace which is appropriate to her profession.

Mental Description/Personality: Camilla is a fiery impetuous young woman. As a child she was selected from among orphan's for her physical beauty and raised to fill the role of Courtesan in the decadent courts of her native Tilea. Among her studies were poetry, dance, repartee, song, politics, literature, art and sword play.

Camilla is out of place in rough and dangerous situations, and although naturally adventurous and curious about the world she is no heroine. She has a fiery temper and has a tendency to act rather than to wait if given the chance. While technically trained with the sword, Camilla's education is that of the stylized art of the sword rather than the rough and brutal style of real combat, while she is perfectly comfortable fighting a duel to the tough for the entertainment of a crowd, she had little experience with real killing.

Camilla has a passing devotion to Randald and Shyalla, although she tends to focus on the world in front of her rather than the world beyond.

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Camilla let out a shriek of terror a moment before Skaldi unceremoniously pitched her aside. The Tiean screeched and bounced over the rocky ground, instinctively curling herself into a ball to avoid the worst of the fall. Dietricha looked up at the thing in astonished puzzlement a moment before the thing hurled a bolt of greenish lightning from its arcane hammer. A greatsword standing in front of the wizard opened his mouth to scream but any sound was lost in a thunderclap that sprayed everyone with steaming gobbets of flesh. The blast picked up the redhead and hurled her twenty feet backwards into a granite boulder.

"No!" Yantz screamed, eyes wild with horror at the thing. The big horsepistol he carried crashed out and if the bullet flew true the gargantuan thing showed no sign as it stomped forward like a massive bounding hound, one of its feet coming down on another greatsword with a bone shattering crunch. Arrows ficked up at it as the kislivites fell back, shooting their powerful recurve bows as they did so. Camilla saw several arrows bounce harmlessly from the things hide. The elven blade lay on the rock five feet away from her. Without conscious effort she began to crawl towards it, dragging her battered body hand over hand towards the weapon.

"Run!" one of the soldiers yelled, his voice high and tinny in the aftermath of the thunderclap and he turned to flee, dropping is sword and vaulting away as fast as his legs could carry him. Camilla felt a flash of envy, and wished her own exhausted body would work so effectively. The ogre swung its weapon again, this time aiming at Cydric. Camilla felt her heart leap into her mouth but the Ostlander dived sideways and rolled, coming up on his feet, the rock beneath where he stood fractured and smoking.

"FUCK!" Yantz yelled and made a running leap towards the thing. His eyes were so wide they were completely rimmed with white, bastard sword gripped in both hands as he swung it down with all his might. The weapon bit into the things arm and hung. The Dragon Ogre snarled in world ending rage and flicked its arm as though ridding itself of a flea. Yantz lost his grip and flew through the air in a high and certainly terminal arc. Silvery light plucked him screaming from the air and set him down, none to gently amid the splattered remains of the first greatsword.

"Mine!" Dietricha snarled, standing atop a horse sized boulder, blood running from her nose but otherwise intact. The ogre roared a challenge but the air filled with a weird sizzle, like fat dropping into a cookfire the size of the whole world. Eye searing lighting leaped from the deranged woman, bright enough that even though she closed her eyes Camilla saw dazzling purple after images on her retinas. The bolt slammed into the creature pitching it back six feet and filling the air with a stench of burning hair. Incredibly the beast wasn't dead, though a chunk the size of a dinner plate had been blown from its scaly hide. Camilla's fingers closed around the hilt of the sword just as the thing flung its own lightning at the sorceress. Dietricha leaped away as the boulder she stood on was blasted to flying gravel by the ravening energy.

Camilla clutched uselessly at her sword, unable to stand or even lift the weapon as the battle unfolded. One of Ivan's Kislivites was down, blood leaking from his tunic and the stump of one arm. The snarling horseman fitted another arrow to his bowstring, intent on vengeance. Yantz' pistol cracked again though from her vantage point Camilla couldn't see that it did any good. Screaming in frustration he threw the weapon at the ogre, bouncing the heavy stock of the things head and then pulled a knife. Camilla shook her head in stunned wonderment, she needed to stand, to help Cydric but her muscles just spasmed uselessly and clutched tighter to the elven weapon.

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Skaldi recovered himself, having been thrown aside by one of the concussive force of one of the Dragon Ogre's lightning blows. Any man of the empire or Kislevite horseman would have been broken, but the Dawi were made of stubborn stuff. He cursed in Khazalid, and set his jaw firmly, eyes blazing. The Dragon Ogre itself was preoccupied. Distracted was a better term, the bolt that had shorn off a bit of its skin causing it to glare balefully at the witch.

Skaldi was of one of the Elder races, learned in old lore. What was history and legend to them, was myth to the men of the group. Dragon Ogres were known only by the darkest stories of Chaos. Cyrdic was no scholar, but he had heard many of the legends. If what he knew about Dragon Ogres was true, then this beast they faced was likely older than civilization itself, and its lifespan would likely outlast the world.

Konrad had been obliterated, and Luka had been maimed. Ivan stayed by his comrade as he lay bleeding to death on the ground. Dietrichia began to incant once more, her eyes full of wild fear. Cyrdic had just thrown himself out of the way of a blow that shattered stone, catching himself on a boulder. He searched for Camilla, and saw her on the ground behind one of the larger rocks, clutching her sword. He saw she was alive, and that was enough. Ivan too. His eyes fell to Dietrichia, and he saw her glow with power. His eyes must have been playing tricks upon him, for he saw the very air twinkling around the sorceress before a wind that tore at even the rocks ripped across the landscape, contained within the area of the Dragon Ogre.

The creature seemed nearly unaffected, its body growing rigid and its clawed feet digging into rock as it roared its own spell, the language archaic and unintelligible, but the force of the chaos within it began to tug at Cyrdic's sanity. Suddenly the hurricane winds were shattered, and Dietrichia was thrown back into the crags like a tossed doll. Yantz was now on the ground, curled into the fetal position as his eyes bled from being within too close proximity to the chaos spell woven by the beast. He looked alive, though. Cyrdic hoped the sorceress was.

He gripped his runic sword, his teeth bared as he gathered his strength and leaped at the Dragon Ogre, his sword turned into an overhand grip. His runic sword plunged into the creature's thigh, digging deeply. With a brutal roar of pain, its gaze fell on Cyrdic with hatred. The very gargantuan, human head opened its gaping maw to reveal teeth like a rabid wolf's, and reared its head back as if to bite Cyrdic, hefting its hammer. The Ostlander tore his sword out of the beast to defend himself, certain he couldn't block a hammer blow directly.

"No!" Camilla screeched from the side, simultaneously a cry in Khazalid announced Skaldi from behind. His bearded axe chopping into the otherside of the Dragon Ogre, cutting into its midsection below its legs. Cyrdic rolled, the hammer blow now clumsier but still lethal. It missed Cyrdic, but the weight of the blow sent him spinning into the gravel of the landscape heavily, unable to tell up from down.

All he knew was that if they couldn't think of something, they would all die here.

"Ve maust flee!" Ivan called out, dimly heard over the roars and crack of stone. He looked about ready to charge in a second time if they were not able to run, or more likely to give the others time to. Cyrdic would not let the big man do that for him, though he couldn't argue with the man's fears.

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Camilla slowly pushed herself to her feet, the weakness that had stolen over her since Gorn had mouthed the unholy name as not completely gone but it was abating. Now all she had to contend with was days of arctic travel with nearly no food, nearly no sleep and the after effects of the certainty that she was going to be sacrificed or worse. She supposed she had been in worse situations, though none sprung to mind. If Cydric's Ulrician blade could only sting it there was next to no chance she could do any more than die messily. The thing reared back and smashed its front legs down, narrowly avoiding pulping one of the remaining greatswords. Camilla ducked her head to avoid the spray of gravel. The ground shook with another blow and she saw a trickle of dirt side into a finger thick crack in the stoney earth. When she looked up Dietricha was standing in front of her. The mage was bleeding from a dozen small cuts, rock spray like that Camilla had just avoided, and the whole left side of her body was an angry red that was darkening towards purple before her eyes. The woman's hair stood almost on end her curly red locks shot through with blonde giving her a crazed harlequin look which was at odds with her sombre serious expression.

The dragon ogre bellowed and lashed out with its weapon shattering Ivan's remaining companion to a spray of gore that spattered across a nearby boulder. Dietricha just looked expectantly at Camilla. The experience made her skin crawl even as her spine tried to tear itself out and bolt for Pavona.

"Do something damn you!" Camilla screamed, looking over the woman's shoulder to where Cydric as fighting for his life. The woman's wizardry didn't seem to have helped much thus far but it was better than nothing. Dietricha's eyes cut towards the crack in the ground and then back to Camilla. She glanced down at the crack in askance but the wizard still did not speak. Camilla ground her teeth in frustration.

"Yes there is a crack in the ground what does it matter!" she snarled. It as hardly wide enough to fit a sword blade through, much less offer any useful opportunity to escape. Dietricha immediately brightened.

"There is a crack in the ground?! Goodness I would never have noticed!" The wizard exclaimed in apparent shock. Camilla wondered what Morr would say if her final act in this life was to stab the infuriating woman. A sudden certainty stole of the Tilean that could have been nothing but magic.

"Cydric! Everyone to me!" she shouted, feeling a sudden and completely unjustified surge of hope.

"Bring Yantz!" Dietrica snapped and began to chant, her eyes sparkled queerly, like they were filled with tiny stars. To their credit no one hesitated. Ivan leaped over the body of his dead scout and dashed towards her. Cydric… paired was to strong a word, but deflected a blow of the things hammer, hoped back and delivered a punishing overhand cut that raised a shower of sparks and a howl of pain from the creature and then darted towards her. Skaldi obeyed the wizards instruction to bring Yantz by the simple expedient of grabbing the prostate Rieklander by the leg and hauling him bodily. He would be lucky not to have a dislocated leg at the pace the squat dwarf was moving. The all closed into a suicidally tight knot and the ogre roared in victory and raised its hammer to strike. Dietricha's chanting grew more intense and Camilla had the sudden impression of vast currents whirling above them. With a final shouted Dietricha slapped her hands together, the slap of flesh on flesh somehow louder than the ravening thunder heads. Lightning blasted from the Dragon Ogres hammer, somehow disappointing compared to the sorceresses clap.

Camilla wasn't sure what she expected to happen but the very earth tearing itself apart wasn't what she imagined. A vast fissure opened beneath them and the plunged downwards with a stomach flipping lurch. The wound in the rock was perhaps thirty feet long and five feet wide. Camilla and her companions hit rock with a clatter of equipment and armor. The Dragon Ogre appeared above them, perched on the edge of the crevasse but the earth lurched again, rocks screaming as the fissure closed as suddenly as it had opened. Darkness encircled them and dirt rained down on them from above. Camilla's dainty sneeze sounded in the dark, over the groans of battered and wounded men.

"Where are we?" someone groaned, though through her ringing ears Camilla tell who the speaker was. Above them came several shuddering booms, as the Dragon Ogre stamped in frustration on the now solid rock above them. Another shower of dirt and gravel trickled down atop the beleaguered group.

"Its an underground river," Camilla noted looking up and down the long cavern that they found themselves in. Sand coated the bottom and it was dry as death, the water must have dried up millenia ago, smooth rock walls were marred only where the occasional nodule of mineral had been strong enough to resist the insistent flows.

"How can zou tall?" Ivan rumbled, as he pushed himself up off his back with two muscular arms.

"Blacker dan za heart of a Daemon," the Kislivite complained. Camilla opened her mouth to point out that there was plenty of light and she could see easily but closed it before speaking. There were no visible sources of light. It should be pitch black. Yet she could see as though by a particularly strong moon.

"The sand," she said instead, "It gathers on the bottom of rivers."

"Aye the wee girl is right," Skaldi boomed. Dwarves could see far better in the dark than humans and he was back in a familiar element. A light flashed and a moment later Skaldi was carrying a battered oil lamp, the glass panels had been shattered by the fall but it still functioned. Camilla saw Dietricha kneeling over Yantz whispering and gesturing. The Imperial moaned and sat up, his eyes were bloodshot but obviously worked. He blinked owlishly looking vaguely disappointed. Camilla knelt beside Cydric, checking him over for wounds.

"Are you ok?" She asked in a worried tone.


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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: High Elf
Class: Arcanist

Appearance: Picture, pre-mortem. For elf-version, add elf ears; change clothing for simple, brown robes; and swap out the glasses for wooden spectacles. Six feet tall as a human, six-four as an elf.

Notable Traits: Thinner than your average elf. Almost always has a pair of simple wooden spectacles perched on her nose.

Belongings: The aforementioned eyeglasses and her spellbook are her two most notable possession, and both are somewhat pricy, but far from expensive. The eyeglasses can fold together for ease of storage, and the spellbook is filled with strange, arcane runes and symbols that are meaningless to those that haven't studied magic.

Abilities: Olive starts with two spells, a simple offensive Frostbolt, and a defensive Force Shield. Being a magic-user, she can also perform minor cantrips that wouldn't be on the character's in-game "action bar", so to speak.
Frostbolt, a high mana spell that simply lobs a bolt of frigid magic at the target.
Force Shield, a medium mana spell that conjures a solid barrier at the caster's fingertips, up to Nx3 square inches, where N is the caster's level, capping at level 24. Lasts 60 seconds, though the duration shortens upon taking damage. A single powerful attack can outright shatter it.
Levitation, a low mana cantrip that requires no concentration. Does exaxtly what it says on the tin. Can carry up to 25 pounds of items within a foot of each other. If cast on multiple objects far apart, she can carry (25-(Nx5))÷N pounds, where N is the number of objects levitating (10x2, 3.3x3, 1.25x4, etc. Basically, for every item levitated, subtract 5 lbs, then divide the rest among the items.)

Personality: Olive is incredibly fidgety and easily spooked, which, combined with her fragile frame, makes her seem like she couldn't hurt a fly. After her passing, however, she's found herself commiting surprising acts of bravery in the heat of the moment, despite heart-pounding fear. She prefers a more noncombatitive role, but can defend herself if necessary. While she was alive, she wrote better when she didn't have to worry about deadlines, and this same trait has followed her into this new world.
Olive is incredibly smart and creative, but often has difficulty thinking up the words she needs on the spot. While typically a creature of thought and reason, she can get a bit emotional at times, even angry, though she's conditioned herself to calm down when she feels her temper rising. She's easily frustrated when dealing with people who act irrationally or can't explain their actions, but this frustration typically passes quickly.

History: Throughout her life, Olive was plagued by health issues. From minor afflictions, such as near-sightedness, to life-threatening diagnoses (that she'd much rather keep to herself), she's been in and out of the hospital many times.

Her position wasn't helped by her financial situation, either. As a self-employed author, royalties were scarce, and that, combined with whatever government assistance she could get, barely covered her living expenses. Technically, it didn't cover them at all, and the poor girl spent many days with little to no food just to have enough for next month's rent.

In the end, it wasn't chronic illness that took her life, but a preventable disease. She contracted pneumonia during a cold winter's night, and, though her insurance would cover treatment, her poor health simply made things worse, and, after over a month in the hospital, she passed away...only to awaken in a new world.

She has just woken up in this new world, and has yet to come to terms with what has happened. Still a level 1 arcanist, she has just the beginner's basics of magic down, and, perhaps through improving, she can find a way back to her world, or at least explain what's happened.

Other: As one would expect, she has difficulty reading her spellbook without her spectacles on, due to her near-sightedness. She'd be slower when casting, and may even still completely miscast the spell, anyway.

EDIT: Added the last paragraph of her history, to be a little more clear about her current status.

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Ysran simply sat back and watched the events unfold. The man smoking a cigarette seemingly began to lose his temper, and threatened a few of the others. Unfortunately, nothing came of it. The situation was defused, and everybody sat back down. Damn shame. He always found people fighting over nonsense to be quite amusing. He supposed that he could step in, see if he could re-ignite the the fire... No, involving himself likely wouldn't be the best idea. He sat back in his chair.

"Yeah, I've got a question. Are we stuck here forever, or can we pass like, some 12 trials thing and go back? Even just temporarily." Suddenly dying wasn't exactly on Ysran's to-do list, and left a lot of stuff behind. There are a few things he should probably burn, or bury. Yes, bury sounds better, give others another chance to live in his legacy. Then there was the matter of his Occult group. He didn't want them killing people in a murderous rampage over the death if a friend. Then again, they were mostly rational. Perhaps they'd just mourn? It would be the smart thing to do.

[Assistant] Olive just lowered her head and groaned to herself, arms over her head to protect it in case anything crazy started happening. She briefly saw a snippet of her death play out on the magic-television, and all color drained from her face. It was only a few seconds long, but showed plenty. A painfully thin young woman was lying in a hospital bed, a breathing mask attached to her face. She groaned again, fingers clawing at her table. With any luck, everyone was too busy focusing on the fight to notice the familiar dark hair.

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A sigh escaped Christopher as he shifted, his shoulders falling. The steam disapated, and he never even noticed. His eyes eventually found the images willow had conjured up, and was abit...disappointed. he found his rather quickly a simple man, bandaged head to toe, sitting in a simple bed, in a simple room. And then the moniter flatlined. No-one...no one was even there to see him go...nhe had thought he came to terms that nobody was left but...it still hurt. It hurt to know he really was all alone in the end...damn.

 Taking his glass, he gave a grumble, downing what was left as he took a seat beside a raven haired elf who seemed rather distraught. He looked her over for a minute, before his eyes fell on her ears. His hand absent mindidly came to his own, and he shook his head.

 Giving her a nudge, he smiled "Hey, ease up. Not like things can get any worse." He rolled the glass in his hand, thinkig aloud"does physical relationship factor in here? If thats so, we could be cousins" he gave a grin to her flicking his own pointed ear. He winced upon doing so, and grumbled"sensitive...ow..."

[Assistant]
Class: Dragoon
Hans Joachim

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Hans simply watched everything unravel in silence, paying specific close attention to Willow's explanation. And above else, he came to witness how some of these people here couldn't really accept their fate. On the other hand, Hans was more tolerant to such explanation. Who can say why, but his memories are not lost so easily, unlike so many others here. He didn't even need to see the video tape depicting his demise to be reminded of it.

Hans also remained out of the commotions. There was no need to remain in it. He was too violent and aggressive to argue with logically. Instead, he simply contemplated on what was going on. This place, this world, according to Willow, was simply a huge RPG game, but with less computers and stuff. And to the legends of that 'thing' he saw before dying, this was a place where his inner most desire were fulfilled. A place where all was possible. True for most part. He did wish for another life, but not really this way.

The boy checked his sword and knife. So this was a real thing. Assuming everything Willow said was the truth, he would have to work himself to not die here. Well, death is as light as a feather now, but it's better to not die. But was he going to do it alone or with a team. That was the only question lingering in his mind now.

"Allow me to inquire. He addressed Willow. "Are we doing this, all of this, by ourselves or with a group?"

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"I know this may sound confusing, even outright a lie. It was hard for me to fathom that I had died and was given another chance, just as you all have been given." Willow explained, and as if on queue, she clicked her fingers. Soon, images manifested out of bluish arcane light, each one showing how their ends came to be. Aear sunk into their shoulders whilst they stood next to the drinks table as the image of their past flashed upon for all to see. It's bad enough that everyone can see me die from a sea creature - but to of done it while wearing my labcoat for Marina-corp...well that's just embarrassing. Aear looked around seeing others react to their deaths, her words, and the overall situation that everyone has seemed to have found themselves in. Willows voice faded into the background I'd only for a moment until they heard "Perhaps you remember playing as knights or heroes as a child. The world of Alcone has infinite possibilities, and now, you can live out those childhood days as a reality" They chuckled to themselves laughing at the idea that those thoughts stopped once one reached adulthood. I do that on my spare time. On Tuesdays I was Theodore the time mage; A man untouched by time and incapable of death. Every other day when not working I helped run a guild online in FantasyEnd Online...Oh god! Whose gonna help now? How will they know I've passed?! A few moments of pure nothing passed their mind as they stared blankly at the realization that they are in fact dead. Just as soon as the thoughts began to set in Aears attention was immediately drawn to the dagger that appeared out if thin air and inti Willows hand. Seeing this act if magic reminded them that they too possessed spells (though not many) making them want to try just one out. Whispering to themselves Aear said Alright, you've got thisDuin ún As soon as the words were spoken with their hands cupped and palms up; a pool of water began to fill in them and shape itself into...a cat? Ok not bad, definitely cute and clearly made up of water. Alright primarily a surveillance spell...hmm how do I survail with this? Aear stopped to laugh at the thought of a survailing serval and placed the cat onto the floor. As they picked their glass back up from the table their eyes began to glow and the liquid in the glass stood still as if it were a mirror. It showed images of...peoples ankles? Wait no now it's shifting to...Oh god no nope nope not looking at that. It was then Aear looked down and saw their new pet grooming itself with its leg held up high and realised they had been seeing through the cats eyes.

Then, all hell broke loose.  "Ya'll ain't actually falling for this, are ya?" he asked before glancing towards the stranger that appeared to be of an avian race."And you, bird brain! Take off that stupid get up, look like a jackass in that thing!"
"Tell us what's really going on, or I'm testing this thing out on you first!" Aears eyes widened in shock at this man's behaviour. How could anyone so callously make threats upon another life? Then a loud proclamation happened "I have ears!!"Did she not before hand?
Wait do some of us not have ears?! Oh...i don't remember sign language very well. Aear began feeling a bit ill at the thought of being unable to communicate to others; however that thought was soon thrown away by the smoker extraordinaire  "Really now, then how about I see if they're real, eh? It'll prove me wrong and we can magically put them back on. That's how it works right?" What?! No she definitely didn't cover maiming just the idea of death. Oohhhhh is this my penance for being an atheist? Was I worked away to hell to be tortured by a man with severe anger issues? More and more people began to stand up against him in attempts to defend the poor elf. It was absolute chaos. Aears eyes dash about as each person stood, threatened, defended and coward at the situation at hand. Then there was her...what appeared to be a very simple minded girl drenched in her own drool as she stared at the fairy near her. Was she looking to eat him? Did she admire him? Or was she simply...not all there? My attention was once again grabbed as the violence began to subdue when someone jumped into the table the fairy was at and...dabbed? Really? This is how we settle fights? At least now we can get some quiet and more explanations.
@HokumPocus@Joker892@Pumpkinbot@Leaves

[Assistant]
Olive perked up as someone else stepped close to speak to her. He had a similar elven physiology, save for dark blue skin, which struck her as a bit odd...though everything here was odd in some way or another. "Hey, ease up. Not like things can get any worse. Does physical relationship factor in here? If thats so, we could be cousins."

Olive stammered for a moment, unable to focus on finding the English speaking part of her brain with a strange creature in her face. Eventually, she found that casually closing her eyes and brushing hair out of her face to (poorly) feign nonchalance worked to help her train of thought. "I-I, ah...ahem, I don't know. I'm still...adjusting. You're new here, too?" She paused, then, "You do bring up a good point, though. Do I have, l-like...elf-parents? Are they like my real parents, or...just some people I don't know? Was this elf I am now somebody else before I died? Did I just take someone's bo--" Olive closed her eyes and let out a sharp breath. She took a few moments to regain her composure, then craned her neck up and shouted toward Willow. "Do we have families here?" A simple question, but one that'd likely have an interesting answer, no matter which way you slice it.


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Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin

17 winters have passed since my birth.

You're seriously going to ask? Female.

Like my father and his forebearers, I will strive to become a Shieldbearer capable of providing shelter from hellfire and shadowsteel.

As a nobleman's daughter, I am well-versed in art, languages, embroidery, music, dining etiquette, and philosophy. As my father's daughter, I can ride as well as any man, know how to care for my own armor and weapons, and can recite our family's pre-battle prayers from heart, no matter what situation. I will leave it up to you to consider which set of skills is more polished, considering my current vocation.

A lion doll. …are you laughing? You're laughing, aren't you. No, it's not cute. No, I don't care about other dolls. Why would you think that? Gods above, it's a memento you insufferable dweeb. Now come over here so I can break your shit-eating face.

Look me in the eye. Can you tell what sort of person I am? Good.

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I have to explain anyways? For the readers? Gods, you're insufferable.

My mother thinks I'm an uncouth, rude tomcat, a terrible example for my younger sisters. My father thought I was the son he never had, full of the fire and steel he himself had during his springtime. My sisters, unlike what my mother would like to think, adore me. And for good reason. Though some rubbish-headed academics may consider me a hot-headed brute stuck in the body of a soft woman, I am anything but that. Challenge me to a drinking contest and I'll send you home with a face redder than the sun. Challenge me to an arm wrestling contest and I'll send your hand straight through the table. Challenge me in anything and I'll prove to you that I'm better.

Think I can't? I'll do it until I can.

My father, before he passed away, granted me the name 'Thorn-of-Mountain'. And if I can be a thorn to even an entity as mighty as the mountains that forged my people, then you better hope you don't find my thorns sticking into your sides. Insult me and I will break your teeth. Insult those I cherished and you better pray to the gods that's all I'll do.

My name is Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin, eldest daughter of Dry-Ael Blood-of-Wolf Volkovin, the Blue Fang of Alcidea, the Holder of Farrow's Deep, who passed away bravely two winters ago against the sullen horde of Valkraza the Hollow-Hearted. I was also engaged to some guy that was apparently of good blood, but I sure hope they gave up on it after I dumped a casket of wine on him.

As for my past, you can say that I was raised like any son in a warrior-lord's household would.

I'm a woman? Yes, I am. That's the point. My father was for it, my mother was against it, but considering how she kept on shunting out more daughters from her womb (thank gods for that), there was really nothing she could do. The glorious Volkovin name would be besmirched if there was a generation incapable of passing on the family arts to the next, after all. Alongside other, more 'sophisticated' arts befitting of a lady of my own standing, I've also learned the warriors' craft since I was a child, honing my skill with halberd and horse, sword and shield until I can say with confidence that I was one of the finest warriors in my age bracket.

Of course, the man my father swore a blood oath to didn't care for womenfolk amongst the ranks of his guard, and when my father died, all my mother could think about was selling us off to the highest bidder.

Perhaps I am being a bit harsh on her. Perhaps she simply wanted what was best, even if that vision doesn't align with my own interest.

But gods damn that conniving sow regardless.

Anyways, I took my horse, my armor, my steel and what have you, and now I'm here.

What do I planned if you turn me away?

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Hahaha, why would you turn me away?

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Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

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Brutal, Siwan had thought. The guildmaster was harsh. She wouldn't make for a good wife unless, of course, the husband was into that sort of thing. That sort of thing was out of his strike zone, though. That isn't to say that he wouldn't want to try it, of course. Proposing to marry your future employer, however, was one hell of a power move. Siwan knew he was no genius, but even he could figure that a failed proposal would result in an immediate expulsion. He may have even been beat up if he had proposed to her. At the very least, he would need a plan of attack. A romantic strategy to court a venomous snake. If he was comparing his future wife to a snake, would she be a good wife though? Actually, that venomous snake reminded him of his second cousin's immediate. His wife would raise hell every time he spent even a second too long drinking by the lakes. Even then—

Siwan's mind snapped back on track. Finding a wife was his end goal, but to do so, he would need to become an adventurer. For a man educated by generations of hunters in a classroom of grass and moss, it was only natural he could only become an adventurer. He needed capital, too. If he were to marry an outsider and have a child, she certainly wouldn't appreciate a dowry of woven blankets, goats, and tanned leathers. Incidentally, a single goat was the dowry of his second cousin. But, his mind had snapped back to reality a second time, that was not the point. He was here and needed to become an adventurer. All it took was a party. A simple enough requirement.

Paying attention to the room, he had spotted two attractive young ladies. Nice. They spoke to the venom-lady and had been informed that they needed to find more people. The pair was a mage and a warrior respectively, he had surmised from their conversation. According to the venom-lady, they still needed a ranger and a cleric. He had, of course, everything he needed to decide which group he wanted to be in. To be more specific, he was more about the two attractive ladies and not need-a-cleric bit.

One of the attractive ladies had roused a mighty speech to anyone who wanted to join them. This call to adventure was inspiring. It was exactly the type of material Siwan wanted his wife to be made out of. He metaphorically slid up to the duo, announcing his presence to them. Thankfully, his courting would have to wait until he actually became an adventurer.

"Greetings, ma'ams," he introduced himself, "I'm Siwan, a cleric. I am quite interested in joining this party of yours. You'd have me, yes?"

His speech sounded off. Spoken in a cadence that was considerably different to everyone else's, it took a bit more effort to follow his words.

[Assistant]
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Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

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Amongst the crowd of rowdy rookie adventurers, Mallory Mortimer was one of the few who stuck out like a terribly sore thumb. Cloud of hair brushed to perfection, fox coat swaying by her hips, a dash of purple colouring on her lips, the woman looked as if she was fully prepared to get mugged on her way to an afternoon tea party in the city. Some had even approached her at the guild entrance asking if she had somehow stumbled into the wrong building, to which she persistently assured them that she hadn't. Her graceful stride towards the counter was very unlike the types of people who surrounded her, and the soft, somewhat delicate sound of her voice did little to suggest her soon-to-be adventurer ranking.

The guildmaster's harsh tone was enough to remind Mallory that there was no time to waste dawdling around cluelessly: not that she ever liked to anyway. From behind her, a mighty call for companions struck her ears, as well as her immediate interest. As she swivelled around, Mallory noted the charismatic presence the blonde warrior gave off; it was unlike what she had seen in the faces of most of the other rookie adventurers, and Mallory found herself drawn to this woman's hearty confidence. Though she had already announced the presence of a mage companion, Mallory knew that she was the type of person she would find useful to stick with on her travels. She silently approached the forming group, leaning her head out from behind the young blonde lady in front of her.

"Though it appears you already have a mage amongst yourselves, would you care to have another one assisting you? Your courageous spirit is unlike anything I've seen from the other newcomers here!" Mallory interrupted, leaning her head out from behind the young blonde lady in front of her. Though her smile seemed friendly enough, her face was likely a little too close for a person's comfort, close enough for a hint of that peculiar lavender perfume of hers to waft up their unassuming noses.

"I don't believe there's any harm in having a little more fire power in your arsenal," she said, clutching at her mage staff. "Plus," Mallory added, noting the few sneers coming from other guild members, "perhaps we could show our peers a thing or two, don't you think?"

Mallory eyed the three that had gathered with piercing curiosity, letting out a soft giggle. "Ah, right, yes, do pardon my intrusion! My name is Mallory, if you wouldn't mind having another mage accompanying you on your journeys."

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Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

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Orena nodded when the other woman asked her if she could read and write. She was a mage, after all.

Before she could contemplate any sort of response, a young man with a foreign elegance stepped up introducing himself as Siwan – an adventurer of the cleric vocation. He seemed nice enough, though reading people's true intentions were not exactly within Orena's skillset. As he proposed a question of joining up with her and Ier, a female mage named Mallory interjected requesting to join the party despite being a mage as well. Orena personally had no issue with another mage, though the larger the group the more attention they would surely gather and the wealth they would have to split. Orena wasn't greedy, but bread was bread. She wondered what Ier would think of it all, though she supposed she should've announced her opinion first.

"That would improve our utility, I think. Depending on the spells you learned? I... erm... I wouldn't object to it?"

[Assistant]
Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

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Her call got attention fast enough, two other adventurers striding up to her in a matter of moments. Good. Ier-Briar liked people who could make snap decisions, especially when those decisions were right. Her blue eyes settled first on Siwan, the one from a land further than her own. His words had a strange ring to it, but his appearance was stranger. The ponytailed youth certainly had the countenance of a man, his voice lower than a boy's, his adam's apple bobbing when he spoke, but to be at this age, and yet be without even the beginnings of a beard? Was this one an eunuch? It explained why he took on a profession more closely associated with women...but then again, there was no reason for Ier-Briar to judge when she broke through the same wall he was currently diving into.

The new mage made a stronger impression than the hairless cleric, and Ier-Briar could sense a spine with the way she moved. The warrior didn't back down either, locking eyes with Mallory even as that strange floral scent prickled her nose. Firepower...the battle mage that Ier-Briar would have preferred over whatever a control mage was then. She wouldn't back down on her word and kick Orena out just because a better variation came along, but Mallory, with her fire of spirit and sorcery certainly knew how to make an impact. Enough that even without Orena's consent, the blonde warrior would have accepted her.

"I'll be glad to have you both," she said, offering them a firm shake, "Sign the charter however you wish, Siwan, Mallory."

Another cursory scan of the room and Ier-Briar scoffed in the back of her mind before raising her voice again. "With cleric found, I need now only a man strong of arm and keen of sight to partake in the bloodshedding convenant! Stand forth and declare yourself, and let that be the first step towards having your name etched into the heavens above!"


[System]
Race: Lizardwoman
Appearance: Your typical lizardfolk. Green scales with a tinge of brown.
Age: 14
Time at Orphanage: About a two and a half.

Race: Elf
Personality Snippet: She considers herself herself the leader of her usual group (Laya, Ilyrana, and Nick when he can join, with the occasional addition of Tor), and is often the mastermind of their little mischievous schemes. She hates the fighting training of the day, and much prefers magic, and is quite the drama queen.
Age: 12
Time at Orphanage: About three years.

Note: She is the youngest and shortest of her group.

Race: Elf.
Personality snippit: She, like many of her kind, are magically inclined, but can still hold her own in a fight... mostly.
Age: 13 ½
Time at Orphanage: About three years.

Note: She is the middle-height in her usual group of girls, and the eldest by a few months.

Race: Elf
Personality Snippet: Unlike the others in her usual group of friends, she is less magically inclined, but a great fighter. She also tends to be the quieter of the trio of girls.
Age: 13
Time at Orphanage: About three years.

Note: She is the tallest of her group, but not the eldest.

Race: Elf
Personality Snippet: He is a bit of a know-it-all, very observant, and likes to count things. He is more of a magic user than a fighter.
Age: 14
Time at Orphanage: About three years.

Race: Halfling
Appearance: Brownish black hair that always sticks up like a porcupine, and hazel eyes that sometimes look more gold than anything. He is short for his age, and quite tan from hours spent out in the sun. Currently has a freshly healed cut on the left side of his face running from jaw to earlobe.
Personality Snippet: He is extremely stealthy and usually hates confrontation. It takes a lot to push him to it, but when he is, he can show some skills. He is quiet, choosing not to talk because of what happened before he came to the orphanage, and thus no one knows anything about him.
Age: Best guess is between seven and eight, though he looks quite younger to the untrained eye.
Time at Orphanage: A little over a month and a half.

Race: Human
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes. She is about the right height for her age, and has a medium figure.
Personality Snippit: She is quite smart, and is often working on something. She and Laya started to spend time together a little over a year ago.
Age: 14
Time at Orphanage: Five years.

[User]
Aurelian opened a book in front of him. His book had some characters on it as well. Runes? Letters? Characters? Hieroglyphics? Maybe they were numbers? He wasn't even sure.

"I think so. Haven't seen him in any of the sleeping quarters"

"I suppose we can talk to him later, after class" he replied, trying to keep his voice down.

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Laura straightened up and paid attention to the teacher. "Now, each of you have assignments to hand in. You may do so at the end of class. For now, we will continue to learn about the history of magic and the different kinds of mages. Who can tell me the difference between a wizard and a sorcerer? Yes, Jorn!"

The halfling looked the instructor in the eye. "Wizards have to learn their magic, sorcerers are born with it."

"That is correct, very good. Now, can someone else tell me what is the difference between the two of them and a warlock? Or a witch, for a female."

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Serapis quickly caught up to the halfling. "Child, what is wrong? You can tell me." He didn't want to assume that the boy was mute, although it was a possibility which he could not rule out. "If you need something, I'll help." No response was forthcoming. At about the same time, he saw a human masseuse coming down the hall. She was dressed much like a dracon, in a loincloth and a top. Each were quite large for that kind of clothing, and she was well-covered apart from her stomach, arms, and legs. Her white skin and dirty-blonde hair made her stand out among the adult human women who worked at the orphanage.

"Oh, Galatea. Didn't see you there."

"Hello headmaster. What seems to be the problem?" Her voice was soft and soothing.

"This young halfling doesn't want to speak. Or maybe he can't. Do you know his name?"

"I'm afraid I don't, although I've worked on him before. This little one is unusually stressed for someone of his age. Not sure what happened to him. It used to be even worse when he first arrived. He never speaks to me, but his muscles tell me a lot." Serapis suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Galatea's last statement.

[Assistant]
Glad for her timing and the lack of traffic in the halls, Thayva quickly made her way to the large double front doors of the mansion. A few papers cluttered a board mounted to the wall beside the doorway, advertising various jobs from people in town for the orphans to take up come the weekends, among other bits of information all held up by rugged nails tacked into the board.
 Her tail swished behind her as she pulled the scroll from her waistband, unfurled it, and tacked it to an empty spot of board with a couple unused nails: the newest list of jobs. She scanned the other pages, checking for anything old or out of place.
 After tearing down a couple old job advertisements and pocketing a messily scrawled prank note of someone looking for anyone willing to fish out a fire-breathing duck trapped in one of the boys' privies before it blew up the mansion, she began her usual morning routine of opening the windows facing the front of the house to let in fresh air.
 She paused as an unusually cool breeze blew through the window she had just opened, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed at the crisp scent. The sweet, electric smell of an impending storm rode the breeze.
 Thayva leaned out the window, trying to get a good look at the sky. A line of gray clouds floated just above the tree line surrounding the front yard, looming with a puffy ominousness.
 Have to keep an eye on that. Thayva ducked back inside. Don't want the floors to rot because of an open window during rain.
 She turned and headed toward the kitchen. Driven by a hunger that had begun to gnaw at her stomach, she hoped to scavenge any leftovers from the morning meal before finishing up double checking the most recent test scores.

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 Nick nodded in Aurelian 's direction as Ilyrana eagerly thrust her hand in the air, her face begging for the teacher to pick her. Without waiting for more than the teacher's glance, the elven girl spoke.
 "Wizards," Ilyrana began, ignoring Laya's raised eyebrows, "usually deal in lighter magic, and specialize in one or two subjects, while warlocks delve into the darker stuff, and usually deal in a wider range of areas. Though, they both usually need some kind of staff, wand, or other trinket to channel their magic, since they have to seek it out, instead of it seeking them out."

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 The halfling gave a frustrated sigh at Serapis' persistence. He was late. Of that he was sure. The sounds of other orphans had already faded into oblivion from more than just the distance he had placed between himself and the most-traveled areas. Before the dracon finished speaking, the gentle sound of feet padding against the floorboards drew his attention a short second before Serapis looked over at the woman approaching.
 His brows furrowed irritably when the woman, too, asked about "the problem" in the same kind tone she had used on those couple occasions Galatea had been his masseuse.
 "Or maybe he can't."
 The halfling's head dropped, his gaze turning to the floor and fists clenching at the dracon's words.
 Can't. How he hated that word. But, no matter how often he heard it--mocking or otherwise--he refused to correct it, to prove it wrong. No. He wouldn't break the promise he made himself after...
 He hung his head lower as Galatea answered the headmaster. Turning his attention instead on the hall, he focused on keeping his steps silent as he tried to steal away from the adults, hoping neither would notice until he had already safely slipped into the back of his classroom.

[User]
Serapis noticed the halfling boy heading towards class. Not wanting to disturb the student, he let the boy go.

"Well, please keep an eye on him and let me know if there are any developments, alright?"

Galatea nodded. "Yes, headmaster. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare some of the tables for later today." She shuffled off in near-silence, moving with surprising grace.

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The teacher thought about it for a moment. While it was not correct, she didn't want to frame it in that way.

"That's not an entirely accurate answer, but you do get some of the generalizations correct. Yes, it is true that many wizards specialize in one or two areas, and warlocks are prone to dark magics. Only thing is, that's not the fundamental difference. Wizards can use dark magics while there are benevolent warlocks out there. And magic staffs aren't related to the distinction between those kinds of mages. Can anyone else answer?" A few more unsuccessful answers followed, after which the teacher simply gave the answer herself.

"A wizard is a mage who was not born with his magic. He has to study to gain any aptitude whatsoever with his magical spells. A warlock also has no magic at birth, but he gains it through a deal with a being who has magical powers to grant. More often than not, this is a demonic or other evil being, but it can be a neutral or even good creature."

Aurelian raised his hands and spoke as soon as he was called on. "What about a sorcerer? Or a cleric?"

"Good questions. Sorcerers are born with magical ability, while clerics don't have magic per se. They request spells from their deity, but do not actually cast them from any magic within themselves."

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A bit later, Serapis met up with Thayva. "Oh. Hi there, love. Just finished making my rounds. Anything new today? Any big jobs for the students to do?" He moved behind her and gave his wife a little nuzzle, and moved to put his hands on her shoulders, awaiting her nod before he'd give her a little shoulder rub. He briefly looked outside, seeing the impending arrival of rain. Even after all these years, he still wasn't used to water falling from the sky. Given the extreme rarity of precipitation in the dracon realms, this was not hard to understand.

[Assistant]
Gray light filtered through the glass of the solarium situated at the back of the house. Various plants sat in the corners of the room designed to hold heat better than the rest of the mansion. Thayva sat on one of the five cushions placed in a circle at the room's center. A stack of papers sat atop a large, round table in front of her. She held a featherless quill, which she dipped in a bottle of red ink every now and again as she marked a couple forgotten tests.
 Wind gently blew through the room from the couple glass panels Thayva had opened, flooding the usually warm space with the fresh scent of the impending storm. Thayva paused and inhaled the smell. Even after the few years she had spent outside the dracon realms, she still had yet to grow used to the pleasant scent of rain.
 She heard the inside door to the solarium open. With the familiar gait and way he shuffled forward, it could only be her beloved Serapis.
 "Good morning, my dear." She glanced up and returned his loving nuzzle before looking back to the papers.
 "Any big jobs for the students to do?"
 Thayva gave him the nod she knew he awaited. "Well," Thayva reached into a small pocket hidden in her skirts, pulled out the prank note, and placed it beside her pile of papers, "I'd say eliminating a fire-breathing duck would count. Don't suppose you've heard anything about it, have you?" A smile pulled at her maul. "Other than that, the blacksmith's apprentice has fallen ill, so he needs an extra pair of hands this weekend, the butcher's looking for an extra hunter, and the potter has offered her knowledge to teach any who may want to learn the art of pottery."
 Thayva glanced out at the yard, then to the sky, trying to gague the time. "It looks nearly eleven. Lunch should be served soon. Would you care to join me?"

* * *
 When the teachers released the orphans for their last class of the day and sent them on their way to lunch, Kia and Laya stopped and waited outside one of the classrooms for Nick and Ilyrana.
 At last, the door all but burst open, and people flooded out. The two girls stood to the side so the others could exit.
 As soon as the other two elves joined them--Nick and Aurelian having separated during their last class--the four headed to the lunch room.
 "Remember, don't sit together," Kia whispered just loud enough for her friends to hear. "And try to make our separation look unintentional. We don't want to arouse suspicion."
 The others nodded. The four separated, losing one another in the crowd of students flooding the halls as they headed to the dining hall.


[System]
CS:
Race: Male witch (not to be confused with a wizard his powers lean more toward witchcraft then wizardry)

Elemental Power: Fire

Age: 21

Weaknesses: Water having his familiar killed

Bio:Malcolm was born of a witch and a wizard (a long line of witches and wizards from the salem witch trials yet he doesn't hold a grudge he just is weary and has a healthy respect for hunters) and for some reason is more of a witch in abilities then a wizard. he received his familiar at a young age and developed his powers to the best of his ability becoming very good at it. He found he is best with fire but he knows how to generally do other spells without a spell book as well. He owns a library (The library also has a secret store of spell books and if you are looking for one you must say a secret word and he will take you to it) and spends most of his time there preferring books to people. He is good at summoning fire creatures to do his bidding (especially salamanders) Since his weakness is water he is not able to do much with it besides making water for tea warm... everything else he is good at while he is expert with fire.

Personality: He is generally sarcastic with a touch of good mood every now and then

Familiar: Salem is a black cat most of the time with green eyes and a purple collar with a moon tag he can talk and he can become a large melanistic lion. His persona is generally like that of Malcolm but he knows about the hunting so he stays quiet.

Appearance: He is always found in a suit or if not in a full suit then a button up and slacks minimum
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Salem:
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[User]
Tai
*Malcolm follows him.* "Humans become scared of which they know nothing about" *He shakes his head sadly and salem softly leans against Malcolm's leg.*

[Assistant]
"Now you see why I try to help our kind. They'll wipe us off the face of this earth with their tech. But...for now...let's just stay calm and get the girl to one of my contacts." He said slipping into the crowd. He held onto Lavender's hand, catching sight of two hunters walking in the crowd, heading directly towards them.

Maxi whispered to Malcolm "Hunters right ahead of us...try not to act suspicious..." The two men was wearing something similar to swat, hearing the radio on their shoulder had the sounds of static from dispatch contacting other units. Getting closer, the hunters were looking through the crowd while a beeping noise sounded from their wrists. A...magic detector, which the hunters called it. Maxi was quite familiar with them as he's had a run in with some that did actually use them. A sigh came from Maxi, knowing that they'll figure out that he along with his new found friends are indeed Wizards and witches.

[User]
Tai
*malcolm looks at the tech then looks at them and whispers* "If it becomes necessary I can distract them while you casually get to the subway" *He looks sincere, and he has weighed the options finding himself being the best distraction possible.*

[Assistant]
Coming up on the the beeping intensified. The two hunters looked at the ones close by and pointed their detectors in each direction, nearly lined up towards Maxi as he stopped for a moment, having he hand that was pointing downwards, to start sparking to ready himself for a quick attack if need be "But I'd rather we all go instead of leaving the other...we're a team right?" whispering back "Whatever you're about to do do it now...otherwise it's a two on two all out fight..."

The Hunters looked directly at Maxi, and whispered to each other as if they've seen him before. They didn't have their eyes on Malcolm...hell, he blended in with the crowd. One of the hunter's pointed his detector at Maxi, making sure he's what they were picking up as they other went for his plasma pistol.

[User]
Tai
*Malcolm looks down at salem who nods. With a rush the cat runs over to them and starts meowing loudly. his black form pushing against the hunters' legs. Malcolm gives Maxi a light push before whispering* "take the girl and go, ill catch up."

[Assistant]
"Hey! you there! Come-" as one of the hunters were calling for Maxi, they could feel a cat pressing against their legs. They looked down trying to shake the feline off but Salem was persistent. Maxi, along with Lavender swiftly rushed pass the hunters as they were still trying to shake the feline off "Where the hell did this cat come from? dammit...man I hat cats..."

Maxi hastily walked on further until reaching the entrance to the subway. He looked back, showing admiration for the clever action to help him get away from the hunter....and there he thought, this was going to be an all out fight to get away but..Malcolm proved to him that there was another way to handle things. Maxi held onto Lavender's hand, walking down the steps to the station where he'd wait on Malcolm to meet back up with him.

[User]
Tai
*Malcolm gives a small hand gesture to Salem, causing Salem to give a small meow before trotting off to the station. Malcolm follows, his hands in his pockets blending in to the best of his ability. He has a small smile on his lips since the hunter mentioned hating cats, causing him to shake his head as he walks. Walking calmly, he makes his way to the station and meets back up with Maxi and Lavender.* "Crisis one averted" *Small smile on his lips.* "shall we continue?"

[Assistant]
The two hunters, after taking their attention off of Salem looked around. "Damn...did you see where that boy went?" Hunter 1 said. Hunter 2 shrugged "No....I guess he got the slip on us....shit...let's not mention this...we already have been chewed out for the lost of the last witch that escaped from our truck." Hunter 1 obviously showed annoyance "Fine...let's go...I'm sure another will turn up again."

Waiting near the ticket counter, Maxi and Lavender had the look of relief when catching sight of both Malcolm and Salem. With a smile on his face he pat Malcolm on the shoulder "Yeah let's go...you save us hell.." getting the tickets and boarding as the subway took them to the southside of town where Maxi's contact is located.

Getting off the train, they stepped on the platform "This side of town don't have as much Hunters but...on the contrary...for the lack of quantity...the hunters that do show here, have quality."

[User]
Tai
*Malcolm gives a small nod and rolls up his sleeves.* "guess that means we need to be well aware of our surroundings then." *While he sounds calm his eyes betray a bit of fear at the thought of running into a high end hunter. After all, he hasn't been in any fights with quality hunters. He exhales and runs a hand through his hair, hoping to calm himself down somewhat. The only other sign of his slight fear is a small shakiness in his hands.*

[Assistant]
"Yes that's true...otherwise...we'll have more excitement than what we've had in a good while. To be honest..I've never ran into any hunters here. But every witch or wizard that has, were usually killed here. They're not arrested or anything. Thank goodness though of my friend here...she's capable of keeping everyone hidden." Maxi mentioned, looking over at Malcolm and then down to his shaking hands. Maxi could only think that this guy may be a bit nervous from him mentioning the troublesome hunters.

"Ok...we have about 3 blocks to go. and after that...we will be there. But....I don't know about you....I kinda want to see one of these badasses."

[User]
Tai
*Malcolm exhales, trying to calm down a bit. Trying to hide his fear he places his hands in his pockets. Regular hunters he was fine with, but heavily trained hunters gave him the spooks. After all, much of his family tree was killed off in the salem witch trials.*"Id rather not run into them... even less so with Lavender" *He was somewhat certain he could handle one of the tougher hunters, but the wild card is the young girl. He would end up defending her and possibly end up getting himself killed or captured.*

[Assistant]
"You have a point there...well we are not far now so...there's nothing to worry about." Maxi reassured after making those 3 blocks without any trouble. Coming up on the place, which appeared to be a sandwich/ wrap shop, Maxi turned to Malcolm. "Well...here we are...welcome to the Sandwich Sisters..." the place looked like it was just opening up for business since they usually opened close to lunch. There was someone on the inside preparing the chairs and signs for customers to come in. Maxi knocked on the window, getting the attention of the woman on the inside.

Opening the door, the lady was not all to happy to see him Maxi.....just what the hell do you think you're doing here? If a hunter walked around here....he'd smell you a mile away. And who are these people? you know you're suppose to meet us in the back. Smiling and scratching the back of his head, he shrugged "Hehe...Sorry Chloe...I was dropping by today because I couldn't get to you last night. I have a new one here who needs your assistance. And this is Malcolm...another one." Shhhh! Maxi don't speak about that out in front here.....*sigh* come in first... opening the door to the front to let Maxi and the newcomers in.

Chloe, locked the door, turning the sign to say they were closed as she walked passed the others towards the counter and turned to face them. Maxi, I've told you many times to be discreet....what if the hunters found out what's really going on in this place? Zoe is trying to keep us undetected but you're about to fuck that all up because of your big mouth and showy attitude! giving a sigh and turning towards Lavender, Malcolm, and Salem So....all of you need a place to stay?

[User]
Tai
*Malcolm smiles, then shakes his head.* "Thank you, but just Lavender needs the place to stay" *Salem studies the witch* "Though I'm not against some fish" *The cat seems to be smiling as he says that.* *Malcolm gives a sigh at the cat. His eyes meeting hers* "I apologize about the cat... he's always hungry" *Small smile*

[Assistant]
Chloe looked at Lavender when she was mentioned and then at Salem from his talking. She gave a smile. Lavender looked over and waved but seemed to shy to speak Oh I see...well I think we have room for the little one and as far as the cat or...should I assume...your familiar goes....we may have some fresh salmon we use for the salmon bagel sandwich we usually make. I'll get you some in a moment. And you... Pointing to Malcolm You're a wizard I presume? I hope Maxi have not put you in any trouble....he loves thrills...He gives my sister grief at times since she feels that he'll expose them both someday.

Chloe stood up and called for her sister to get the salmon from the back and bring it out to the front.

[User]
Tai
*Malcolm gives a much larger smile and an awkward laugh* "You are close, I am a witch." *He then looks downward and shakes his head* "And no Maxi hasn't given me any trouble, if anything he reduced me from staying holed up in my library" *Salem hops onto the counter and sits, his tail curling around his paws* "It was getting boring in there"

[Assistant]
Rasing an eyebrow from what he just said, Chloe looked Malcolm up and down A male witch huh....whatever floats your boat She smiled Hehe...yeah....there's never a dull moment with him. He was the one who made me consider taking in wizards and witches who cannot fight or refuse to be involved in all of this. He's crazy but he has a good heart but make yourself at home. SIIIIIIIIIS!!! where's the salmon!! She asked again.

Zoe came from the back Ok Ok I'm here....why do you want salmon- coming through looking at Malcolm and Salem on the counter and then catching Maxi and Lavender Oh...um...hi...did Maxi bring more people? she asked as Chloe nodded. The salmon is for the cat...well the familiar. having Zoe place the raw salmon down for Salem to eat.

Maxi looked on "Malcolm, these are the sisters Chloe and Zoe...they run this shop and help ones like you and I. and Zoe....this girl here...Lavender, she's being dropped off here." Another hunter was attacking a little girl? She asked "Yep and she's an ice witch. Chloe looked at Malcolm Oh where's my manners, Malcolm would you like anything to eat or drink?

[User]
Tai
*Malcolm chuckles and shakes his head* "Pleasure to meet you, and no thank you." *He gives a beaming smile* "How long have you had this place.... if you don't mind me asking?" *He walks over to the counter and leans against*

*Salem gives a delighted meow and digs into the salmon purring slightly*

[Assistant]
Chloe smirked and sat her elbow on the counter Well It actually belonged to my great aunt...she took care of me and my sister. but to accurately answer...this place have been open for 25 years but me and my sister have owned it for 5 years now since my aunt passed away.

Zoe went to get Lavender something to snack on as she came back over to Maxi, Malcolm, and her sister Yeah...and this place has always been home and my great aunt taught us about treating people with hospitality....ever more so people like myself and Maxi. Oddly enough...Chloe is not a witch...but I am. it's safe to assume that one of our parents was either a witch or wizard while the other was a regular human.

While listening Maxi went to help himself with a piece of cake. You know you're going to have to pay for that Maxi. I don't care what good deeds you do.

[User]
Tai
*Malcolm can't help but chuckle at maxi. He seems to really be relaxing, actually happy that he left his library. And if the happy purrs coming from his familiar were any indication, Salem is happy that they left as well. This is, sadly, the longest they have been outside of their home area.*


[System]
Persona: The Spyder
Appearance:
Age: 3
Archetype: Construct (Powered by Fission Core)
Power set: Prototype Disposable Robot design, Mk 001: Spyder's robotic body makes him tougher than a human for sure, and immune to those pesky troubles like breathing that humans need to do. However there is a problem. You know when a new super genius decides to rob a bank with his robot minions, the ones that go down in one hit from Captain Ultra? Spyder is one of those. He isnt going to stand up to the sort of power high ranked Heroes can bring to the fight. A secondary problem is the connection to his power source has always been a bit... temperamental. A good hit (a strongly thrown punch from a normal adult could do it) to the center of his 'body' will probably knock a wire loose and shut him down. In other words, you can knock him out.
Prototype Kinetic Energy Blaster Mk 001: The first, and relatively weak, design of a physically hitting energy weapon, enough to knock a baseline human out and push more resistant opponents around. It was originally designed to be most effective in large numbers. Spyder can manage a decent rate of fire, at about 30 Round/min.
Improved Targeting Matrix Scavenged from the first mission, this Matrix helps elevate Spyders aim into true superhuman territory, if only just.

Origin Story:

Spyder was the first (and only surviving) creation of wannabe Supervillain 'The Mechanist'. The Prototype for The Mechanists robotic minions, he was thrown into the scrap pile and marked for deconstruction due to a loose wire preventing him from powering on.
His deconstruction never happened of course, as his creator managed to get himself captured only a few days later when he tried to rob a bank with a couple of his later models as backup and ran into Captain Ultra himself.

Back in the abandoned lair a stray dog looking for food managed to knock Spyder in just a way that the loose wire finally connected properly, bringing him to life. With no programing to decide his actions, and nothing to do for the first few days but read the plans and diary of a delusional supervillain, it was inevitable what the outcome would be.

Spyder decided to become a Supervillain, one far better than his creator, one who didn't throw away perfectly good robots because they were to stupid to check the wiring was connected properly!

Spyder didn't have much success overall, it was hard to get people to take him seriously when he tried to commit crimes, always asking what 'his master' wanted. Still, he is confident that soon his and Lucky's (His dog, the stray that awoke him) Luck will change.

[User]
Eric Belmont:Casino

Eric was trying to be cool when everyone else was on a murderous rampage. Well they are meant to be leaving an impression Pann reminded Eric as the common people ran for the back exit. Eric was gong to stop them until a rain of bullets came from what must have been the VIP section. "Darn it!" Eric shouted at bullets flew by. Throwing himself to the ground, Eric managed to get behind a row of slot machines without a scratch. Allowing himself a sigh of relief the man sitting next to Eric said, "That was a close one eh?" "Yeah that it was." Eric replied. The two men suddenly realized who they were sitting next to and turned their heads to face one another. Eric looked into the black glasses of the casino guard. Just kill him Pann urged Eric but it wasn't something Eric really enjoyed doing, only killing people when he had to. The guard reached for a nearby stool leg and swung it as Eric, who took it to the shoulder while trying to dodge. Now you have to, Pann stated in Eric's mind. Without much choice Eric tackled the man, both of them hitting the ground. Eric then began to punch the man in the face, until the guard threw Eric off of him. The two men took the moment to reach for their ranged weapons, but Eric was faster. The man fell over, the queen of hearts planted firmly in his skull.

Allowing himself another sigh Eric looked down to see a deck of playing card. "Score." He said to himself as he picked it up. Then looking over the casino Eric saw that the thuggish member of the group had placed himself behind a heavy looking metal table and was trying to lift it. Sounds like he shouted something but with all the gunfire Eric was somewhat hard of hearing. Pann however was kind enough to point out that the Thug was likely going to use it like a shield, and that Eric could stand behind it. Of course, they had to run through some gunfire first.

Bracing himself Eric charged through the hail of bullets, throwing a few cards at the VIP section as a sort of return fire. Eric doubted any of them hit as he slid into position behind the makeshift barricade. However Eric wasn't very skilled at sliding and was just a little short, having to inch himself the last foot, giving the guards a chance to clip him with a bullet across the back. "Aggh... so, what's the plan?" Eric asked as he picked himself up just high enough to chuck a card into the horde of goons in the VIP section, making one of them fall over.

[Assistant]
Third Invincible Sister was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the loathsome creature, an oozing lump of flesh with far too many eyes. No, it was more than just mere surprise- it was fear, a gnawing worm in her gut that made her stop for the briefest moment, as the man in the mask cut it into two smaller creatures with his sword (the inferior katana, weapon of the gutless and rapacious Japanese who had done so much harm to her Korea, and a useless weapon when compared to the far superior hwando).

This dank and foul-smelling tunnel had not been the battlefield she had pictured for the Inevitable Showdown. Gang Min-Seo had always seen herself storming into Seoul or Mercury City or Tokyo or even Tel Aviv. Shoulder to shoulder with her four sisters, the full might of the People's Army behind them, and before them the Glorious Leader himself, pistol in one hand and the flag of the great and true Korea in the other. Mowing down their enemies like wheat under the scythe.

But no, the longer she looked at the wretched thing that should not be the more Third Invincible Sister was convinced she would die down here, alone and forgotten. No one would even know what happened to her. Why struggle? It was all hopeless and pointless. No matter what she did, she would fail the Gang family, and of course she would fail the Glorious Leader.

"No!" she cried aloud, an involuntary sound of pure despair.

Fail the Glorious Leader? Fail in her mission and her service? The idea of that was inconceivable to her, worse even than the thought of any death this disgusting thing could visit on her. Not while the self-reliance that had been placed in her by the guiding hand of generations of leaders still remained. The thought galvanized her into action, pushing the pheromone-induced fear aside long enough for her to make a move on one of the creatures.

She leaped forwards in a practiced taekwondo attack, fingers extended like claws. Between her extensive martial arts training and her own unnatural strength, her fingertips could tear and pierce like chisels. And chisel they did, her fingertips finding purchase in the many soft eyes in the thing's rubbery body. She grabbed, twisted, and tore, finally yanking her hands free and holding them up in triumph. Ten eyeballs, dripping gore and fluid, one impaled on each fingertip, like a child eating olives. Hopefully the pain of having several eyes plucked out would immobilize or distract it long enough for one of the others. As she quickly withdrew, the fear finding purchase in her mind once more, she managed to call out to her new comrades in arms. "Now, friends! Strike like the fists of the Pulgasari!"

[User]
EPPIE JONES

Attack from Below
She felt the movement from beneath her but before it had a chance to register the floor that Eppie was standing on exploded upwards with a force that caused her to launch into the air. She floated there for a moment and saw a brief flash of movement which ended with Fox holding his sword within his grasps and the beast howling in what could be believed as agony. It was then that she saw each half gain a new life with one being dealt with by the Third Invincible Sister, and the other pushing Fox away with a heavy hit.

Eppie's feet landed with skid before she held out her right hand in what could be simply be described as a punch that exploded out of her arm. The bones cracked, the skin tore open, and a large length of flesh extended towards the monster, grabbing it like an octopus tentacle. The blood vessels pumped hard and extruded themselves from the arm, giving her the strength to swing her body around and hold the creature with a binding grapple.

LET ME KILL IT!!! LET ME RIP IT TO SHREDS!!! The voice of Maw rang through Eppie's skull like a demon that wanted to be let loose, but she knew from what she saw with Fox's attack that tearing this beast apart would pose the risk of a Hydra effect, a risk of creating more attackers from splitting each body in half. As she tightened her grip, she felt the body begin to slither it's way out. The puss and fluids that expelled from it's skin created a mucus layer of protection like the skin of a wet frog. Her achievements were short lived with each moment passing and putting the team more at risk.

"Eppie can't hold it for too much longer!" she yelled out to the others before opening up her mouth and taking a large bite into the creature. Her jaw extending out to give her a larger grasp as her protruding teeth dug into the thrashing beast.

I can't let him out in a situation like this. There will be too much blood for me to control him... thinking silently to herself.

[Assistant]
As the fox man dude ran down another hall she stared into the halls she was a little bit more. Wanting to explore rather than fight. Following after the blonde girl she responded towards her. "It would be better than waiting for it to get the drop on.. Us Watching the fox man attack the creature, his cheep blade slicing it in two new creatures. The Korean lady went next to one of them. Clawing some of its eyes out it, bloody goop dripping and spitting from the wounds. The blonde girl morphed an arm into some beastly looking thing and lifted the other one up. That creature seemed to be slipping away from her grip though.

Her eyes ran back to the creature on the ground, thinking, staring at it induced a nervous butterfly in her stomach. She hated butterflies alive and in her head. Keeping the fear suppressed. She wouldn't let fear jeopardize her missions again. It was a distraction at most and she wasn't going to fall for it. She stayed staring at it forming a phrase, more like a group of phrases. Looking away soon as she could.
Show them your weakness, they won't exploit it.

She wanted to help kill the creature but stayed back after sending it towards the creature on the floor.
If anything it could distract it long enough for someone who doesn't have a blade to do something. Her dagger being brought out as protection. She wouldn't be the first to die here. No sir.

[User]
Warehouse: Byz'zul

Byz'zul knew he really should have expected this, all things considered. In answering that invitation he'd made three faulty, dangerously untrue, assumptions.

1. He has assumed that the universe did not, in fact, hate him personally.

2. He has forgotten dear old dad's sage advice: "If the world can find a way to fuck you, it will."

And last but certainly not least....

3. He had forgotten that traffic at this hour was practically a layer of hell unto itself. The layer of dumb pedestrians, dumber drivers and enough carcinogens in the air to make Bejing blush. Making him late. Resulting in....Gandalf the Insipid over there bursting in on them.

Of course, he was processing all of this even as he was desperately twisting away from the blasts of magical energy that said insipid larper had launched at him and his new comrade-in-suffering. It was two on one, which was something of a comfort, but it was the sort of comfort one might take from the fact that, even if they were in the middle of a school of sharks and bleeding from a stab wound, there was someone else alongside them to be consumed in the orgy of blood, teeth and fins that was about to commence.

So....yeah....

If they were gonna get out of this, they needed a plan.

Truly, your powers of perception are the envy of all demonkind.

Not the time Azazel. Not remotely the time.

He could feel his overly sarcastic familiar twist and coil around his body beneath his robes, no doubt trying to get out of the way of the incoming magical blasts and whatever other tricks ol' insipid had up his sleeve by shielding him with his "masters" body.

The snakes confidence in his ability to avoid harm was touching. Really.

Nothing for it then. A plan...they couldn't get one of those nailed down, let alone time to think of one if they didn't get the resident hero on the backfoot, if only for a few seconds.

Less focus on the evasive, and more on firing back. Dropping to his knees in midtwist, Byz'zul tapped into the infernal energies bound within his tattoos. He could feel the heat, the power, as it broke through it's bounds and traced it's way up from his lower back to his hands. Just as it reached his finger tips, a blast of pure fire sprang forwards, aimed directly at Byz'zul's least favorite larper.

[Assistant]
[Movement detected. Combat Protocols in full effect. Kinetic Energy Blaster ready to fire]

Spyder had been waiting patiently for the creatures to reveal themselves, and thus they had! Now it was time to show his new teammates what he could do. After this they would be glad to have him around, unlike his pathetic creator.
The ninja had worsened things almost immediately by creating a second creature, though Eppie and The Invincible Sister had managed to set up the perfect opening, despite the strange effect the creatures seemed to be having on some of the biological members of the group.

Still, no time for overthinking. It all came down to a single fact, that although he was a friendly droid most of the time, interested in socializing and becoming a respected villain, he had been designed for one singular purpose.

To [FIRE!]

The first golden energy bolt slammed into the creature Maw was holding, just as it was slipping free. Spyder didn't know exactly how his gun worked, but having the formidable power of a (miniaturized) nuclear power generator (partially) converted into kinetic force couldn't be pleasant to experience. It showed as the creature let out another shriek and was thrown against a wall. The second shot came exactly 2.0 seconds later, shoving it back into the wall as it tried to regain its bearings. Spyder could keep this up all day if he needed too, though he didn't know if the creature could adapt to his attack or not, best to finish it quickly. He turned on his speakers and shouted out.

"I have it stunned for now, act quick my fellow villains!"