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Age: 20

Animal: Chameleon

Appearance:

Apprentice to Master...: Viper

Fighting Style: The Flying Mop. This defensive style harnesses Cham's diligent cleaning techniques as a janitor. It implements fluid and purposeful movements to parry, counter, and redirect oncoming attacks.

History: Cham-Cham lived in south China of Gongmen City as a janitor to one of the more premiere Kung Fu studios in town. He loved cleaning and considered it a rare art form. However, Master Yeb was not a fan of how he did things. It came to a point where he threatened to fire Cham-Cham if he did not improve the cleanliness of the studio. Unsure of how to get better, he looked to the martial artists who trained in the studio, taking from them whatever he could to make himself a better janitor. So he watched martial artists by day, and unintentionally developed his own style of Kung Fu by night. The end result drastically improved his cleaning duties, as the studio became a spotless beacon. Viper arrived in Gongmen City months after the Furious Five became the Five Teachers.

Master Yeb, as well as other Kung Fu Masters in the city knew that she was here to find her next successor, so they decided to host a tournament to display their skills. The tournament was held at Master Yeb's studio. Many fighters came, desperately trying to grab Viper's attention with flashy moves. She was fairly disinterested for the most part. Then, at the corner of her eye, she spotted Cham-Cham swiftly cleaning up the training grounds. He had delicate grace and speed, using his mop like a spear to deflect droplets of sweat and blood from touching the mats.

After several hours, Master Yeb emerged as the victor in the tournament. In a sudden twist of events, Viper called for one final match. Master Yeb vs. Cham-Cham. The chameleon was caught completely off guard. He declined immediately, but Master Yeb wanted to prove his worth to Viper and attacked him anyways. Much to everyone's surprise, Cham-Cham defended himself well by dodging and blocking. No one knew such skill existed in a janitor. However, the chameleon never fought back, so the fight ended rather anti-climatically with Master Yeb feinting from exhaustion. Cham-Cham was declared the winner by default. Viper found a candidate, and though it took some convincing, he agreed to travel back with her to the Valley of Peace.

Weakness: Cham-Cham is non-violent by nature and will look to avoid confrontation at all costs.

Misc: His motivation to learn Kung Fu is solely based on improving the way he executes his cleaning duties. He agreed to be a candidate because he knew Master Yeb would never let him work in his studio again. Plus, he always wanted to try Mr. Ping's famous noodles.

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Tuzi didn't know how to feel, on the one hand six of the greatest heroes of the Valley of Peace were renouncing their titles and one of them was even permanently retiring, but on the other hand he was chosen to be part of their replacements at least in part due to his father. With the skills he would gain he would no doubt become even more capable of teaching bullies a painful lesson.

Speaking of bullies as he was waiting in the training hall for the Senior Trainer, the Five Teachers as well as his fellow students who he had never met before, he noticed a crocodile bullying a janitor. Based on what he heard the crocodile was apparently Master Po's student, while the janitor seemed to be too scared to even talk back.

Not even the Dragon Warrior was allowed to treat their lessers poorly and Tuzi was certian he would get some praise for making the Crocodile pay for acting like that. So without thinking things through beyond that the rabbit ran up to behind the reptile and jumped as high he could in an attempt to kick the back of their head with both his legs.

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Just as Cham-Cham was about to mop up Master Sheng's spit, a blur rushed past him. He glanced up and saw a rabbit in full attack mode lunging at Master Sheng with both legs extended for his head. The impact of the blow sent Master Sheng stumbling forward and into a sparring match between a Rooster and a Goose. The two birds stopped their own scuffle and began pecking away at the bumbling intruder.

"Gah! Get off me!" He twirled his bladed spear in the air, forcing the Rooster and Goose to retreat back. Master Sheng leaped to his feet and banged the end of his tail to the ground. "Who did that!?"

Everyone training in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and observed the scene unfolding. Cham-Cham approached the rabbit "Uh, hey. Thanks and all. But you didn't have to do that." The chameleon awkwardly smiled before staring back at Master Sheng, whose eyes glared back in their direction. "Was it you, pipsqueak?" The Croc pointed the bladed end of his spear at Cham-Cham, who nervously looked around and began mopping the ground in a feeble attempt to act inconspicuous.

"Uh, nope. Not me." The chameleon shamelessly pointed at the rabbit, head still down. "It was this guy."

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Of all the people crowding the Palace Arena, there was one who appeared to be doing no exercises nor sparring. In fact, the turtle was more content to just sit atop one of the walls and take in the breath-taking view of the Valley of Peace below. He may not have wanted to come here at first, but Guai couldn't deny the beauty of the place. That, and he wanted to be distracted from the fact that he would probably have to compete with others in order to stay. It wasn't a prospect the turtle looked forward to, fighting without any cause to do so just seemed like a waste of energy.

He heard a commotion start up somewhere within the Palace Arena. He turned around to look, and from his spot he could see a fight, what could be a real one. Why anyone would think picking fights under the watchful eyes of the Five Teachers - not to mention the Dragon Warrior - was beyond him, but still it seemed to be happening regardless. He sighed heavily, such a waste of energy, it was a pity really. Especially on the big lizard's part. Going out of one's way to antagonize everyone was a quick way to make dangerous enemies. And in a place where they were surrounded by peers who were either equally skilled or more so, being antagonistic was possibly the worst mistake they could make. Looking around, Guai realized that hardly anyone was stepping in to put a stop to it. Instead they just watched, like it was some kind of spectator sport. Well if no one else was to be the voice of reason than Guai would just have to do it.

The turtle leaped down from his spot from the wall and made more leap over the crowds of spectators so he could get close to the argument, "Please, everyone, there's no sense in wasting our energy on such senseless fighting. Why not just take a few breaths, relax, and try to remember why we're all here?" by this point he made sure he put himself between the chameleon and the larger lizard.

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"Yes it was me alright. And I don't care if Master Po has chosen you as Dragon Warrior or not a bully is a bully." As Tuzi was telling the crocodile what he thought, he didn't notice the turtle who had positioned himself in such a way that the chameleon was at least somewhat safe from any retaliation coming.

Only when the newcomer started talking did the rabbit notice him."You're right I lost my temper, I always do that when I see anyone picking on someone weaker than they are." Following the turtle's advice he did indeed take a few breaths to try and calm down. While he still refused to apologize for what he did he at least wanted to show that as far as he was concerned the fight was over.

He turned his back to the crocodile and began to walk away, certain that any student chosen by Master Po would never attack someone in the back without a very good reason no matter how angry they were.

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He felt it, that burning desire, the restless legs trembling underneath him. He had to move, he had to do something, he couldn't just stand there anymore! For an hour he had barely moved an inch at a time as he waited for this utter torture to be over. A low primal growl started low in his throat, past his solar plexus chakra and in the very bowls of his being that called for an answer.

"Thank you have a good day. Next?"

FINALLY! He did not merely step but pounced from his place in line to the counter. Teeth bared in thew biggest smile possible on his face.

Two, no, four! Four rising suns, please.

"Sorry, we stopped serving rising suns an hour ago."

Elation turned to shock as he looked behind him to the seven times folded line behind him. A damascus of disappointent, a katana of cruelty! Dropping into a low squat with eyes barely over the counter to portray a childlike innocence, he pleased his case.

But I've been in line for an hour! I was here when the Rising sun was being served.

"And now it is not, nor has it been for an hour now. Please select something else or move on."

All hope dashed, all joy lost. Today would be a cruel day indeed.

Six bao then. Please.

He forlornly paid for his food and started the walk of shame back to the jade palace. But what was this? He cook, the dragon blessed cook had heard his cries and sneaked the makings of a rising sun into the folds of a bun. A secret sun!

Life once more had meaning as his ears flapped with elation. In a burst he was bounding up the stairs five at a time as he came into the dojo with a full stomach and legs trembling with chi.

"WHO'S FIRST?!?"

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Cham-Cham blankly stared at the commotion. It was comforting to see others stand up and defend him, especially since he didn't have the courage to do it himself. The turtle defused the situation with sound logic, and the rabbit heeded his words, turning his back to Master Sheng with a more calmer demeanor. All eyes seemed to be placed on the Crocodile now, who shamelessly stood his ground.

"Ha! Look at you little ones, so afraid to defend your honor. Why in the world would the Legendary Six pick the likes of you?" The Crocodile moved in a circular motion, twirling about his bladed-spear in a dizzying whirlwind. "The Valley of Peace will be thankful of my uninvited intrusion into the legendary tournament of awesomeness!"

It seemed as though a wave of 'ah's!' jolted through the crowd of martial artists, realizing that this crocodile wasn't handpicked by Master Po, or and of the former Furious Five.

"So let me do their jobs for them by weeding out the weaklings!" Master Sheng ended his dance by letting his spear fly directly at the rabbit. The crocodile then jolted toward the turtle and Cham-Cham, ready to snap its protruding jaw at the turtle's head, and flip overhead to slam his tail down onto the chameleon with all of his might. Just as Master Sheng was in position to double attack the two reptiles in mid-air, an enthusiastic lion bolted onto the scene yelling: "WHO'S FIRST!" With such a loud voice that it caught the crocodile's attention, momentarily putting him off guard.

Cham-Cham threw the mop on the ground and rolled out of the way with his hands shielding the top of his head. Sheng's tail barely grazed him as it came slamming down. "Gah!!!" The Chameleon yelled in fetal position. He hoped the Turtle and Rabbit were as fast to evade the Crocodile's attacks too.


[System]
Megan Pendragon
Character Quote: "I don't know if I have a soul."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Meg
Age: 25
Birthday: July 17th
Ethnicity: British-American
Fairytale Parents: King Arthur and Queen Guinevere
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Junior Medical Examiner
Languages: English

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Appearance
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 140 pounds
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown (Naturally Blonde)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears; Semi-Colon Tattoo (Left Wrist)
Personal Style: Megan wears her hair down, dying it regularly to keep her blonde roots from showing. She's never really felt like a blonde and thanks to her parents being doctors, it was never too expensive to go to the salon to get it fixed up. She wears earrings all the time, rotating between a pair of simple hoops and then something a bit edgier - such as skulls, coffins, or ghosts. As far as fashion goes, she typically wears a black long sleeve blouse, dark wash jeans, and Doc Martens. At work, she'll have her lab coat on top of this, with a pair of headphones in her pockets and black latex gloves.

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Psychology
Inquisitive * Unsettling * Patient * Dark * Meticulous * Blunt

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To be succinct, Megan is a goth. She spends her day working with corpses to attempt to determine the cause of death, she wears skull earrings, and her general demeanor suits Halloween better than any other time of year. Her personality is well suited for scientific pursuits, as she is able to go through tedious experiments without wanting to rip her hair out. She has the self control and the strength to sit in a quiet room, just waiting. Additionally, she is naturally curious, always wondering about the laws of the universe and how to manipulate things to get a desired outcome. She adores a methodical approach with controls.

Of course, many people find her company to be unnerving. It may be because she will casually talk about unsolved murder cases and disappearances in ordinary conversation - dropping in statistics about the differences in crime rates in the summer versus the winter. Or perhaps it is because she was a champion fencer in college and could likely skewer them with a broom. Her unsettling aura likely also arises from her candidness - she doesn't lie. If she hates you, she makes that clear - and if you bore her, then she isn't going to waste her time. She's a bit creepy, but that's just how she is. She isn't going to change that about herself for anyone.

Habits: Tugging on her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Fencing
Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cancer
* Lobotomies

Likes:
* Bugs
* Unsolved Mysteries
* Horror Novels
* Movies
* Escape Rooms
* Puzzles

Dislikes:
* Dresses
* Formal Dances
* Cigarettes
* Driving
* Swans
* Public Speaking

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Skills
General Skills:
* Drawing
* Forensic Pathology
* Forensic Science
* Driving (Car)
* Chemistry
* Medical Science

Combat Skills:
* Fencing
* Self-Defense

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Black knit sweater, dark washed jeans, Doc Martens, black overcoat, skull earrings
* Purse/Wallet - M.E. Badge, ID, debit card, credit card, $30 cash
* iPhone
* Medical Examiner Kit
* Water Bottle
* Agatha Christie Novella
* Keys (Car, House, Lab)
* Pepper Spray
* Camelot armor that turns into a signet ring
* Small pet bat that can detect where dead bodies are buried

Possessions In At Home:
* Fencing Equipment
* Diplomas
* Black Cat (Wednesday)
* Black Volkswagen Beetle
* Unsolved Mystery Novels
* Pathology Reference Books
* Childhood Dream Diary
* Current Journal
* Emergency First Aid Kit
* Laptop

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History
Biography: Megan was adopted by a pair of doctors unable to have a child. They had tried just about everything and had resigned themselves to the fact that short of a medical miracle, adoption was going to be the only way to bring a child into their home. They had intended to go adopt a baby, but they just felt drawn to the little girl with blonde braids and took her home with them. And since they expected her to become a doctor as well, they didn't change Megan's last name - they didn't need another Dr. Montgomery in the household, it was confusing enough already.

Her parents provided a loving household for Megan, but they were also relentless. She had to compete in some sort of sport or participate in an activity, and the only one she showed a remote interest in was fencing, so they paid for her to have private lessons after school three times a week. Each summer, she was sent to at least five different camps, all ranging from different STEM subjects. They worried that she might be troubled, since she was adopted, so she had to attend counseling sessions once a week. In high school, she had to take every AP class offered, even if it didn't interest her. She ended up graduating two years early. And when it came time for college, they used their connections to get Megan into an accelerated program that combined undergrad and medical school into just seven years.

Her interest in pathology came from her love of true crime stories and unsolved mysteries, prompting her to take a job as the Junior M.E. in her hometown. She really enjoys the work, finding a sense of fulfillment in working with the cases - though most of her work actually comes from overflow cases from nearby cities that are larger than Wichita. The extreme pressure put on her by her parents has had some psychological ramifications, mainly insomnia and a brief period of suicidal behavior in her first few years of college, but Megan has started to come around the bend. Now that she's living independently and does not rely on her parents financially (they paid for medical school in full), she's able to stay up all night watching horror movies if she wants to.

Do They Remember Anything?: Megan was ten years old when she left Camelot and came to the real world. Despite being one of the oldest children taken by the rebels, the psychiatrist managed to convince her (and her adoptive parents) that she simply had an overactive imagination. After all, every little girl wanted to be a princess, didn't they? She still has the little journal she used to draw her dreams in and while her dreams of Camelot are less frequent now, they are still incredibly vivid when she has them.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information: X-Men; Jack Frost
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Megan Pendragon
"It's the darkness... It has me."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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💞 Jack Gold 💞
"Ugh, he can be so disgusting..."
Jack and Megan are adoptive siblings, only three days apart in age. They grew up together in the same overbearing household, having to deal with the weight of their adoptive parents' expectations. And now, as adults, they work at the same precinct - Jack is a detective, whereas Megan is the Junior Medical Examiner. They're roommates as well and tend to have similar sleep habits (Jack drinks his weight in caffeine and Megan is an insomniac) and they get along pretty well.

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Cassiopeia Hood

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Location: Chinese Place -- Wichita, Kansas
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 Cassiopeia watched everyone else start to eat and nodded. "Well alright then. I guess we're on board. We'll have to call someone to watch the cats Lala," she pointed out to her sister. Cassiopeia wasn't entirely sure what she should be feeling at the moment. She was intrigued at the idea of visiting a place she had never seen or heard of and she was fascinated with the idea of Robin Hood being her true father. What version of all the stories she had read would he be like, she wondered.
 "Leave the poor boys along Layla, I believe you have picked on them enough today," she joked. She had to admit though, the two of them were starting to grow on her. Cassiopeia looked back at Tink. "So you've been watching us, all of us? How many of us are there?" Not to mention kind of creepy that she had been keeping an eye on them all this time. How old was she?

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Willow Jones

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Location: Willow's House
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 Willow sipped her tea and smiled once her friend answered the phone. "Hey Annie, have you got a minute? I really need someone to talk to." She sipped her tea again, listening to the sound of voices on the other line. It sounded like Annie was watching the news and it was only confirmed when they started talking about Oak Park and the dead bodies. Willow shut her eyes and had to set her tea down before she spilt it. "Annie I was there. I was at Oak Park," she told her friend.
 Of course that wasn't what Willow wanted to talk about but both things were related, she just wasn't sure how her friend would take her speaking about the wizard Merlin. Willow still didn't even understand it but it was hard to ignore the dead bodies and a sudden portal opening up in front of them all at his hands before he disappeared. Willow shut her eyes and breathed in her rose scented candle. The smell always seemed to calm her and occasionally, bring about some lost memories. In this instant, Willow would be able to remember some things of her past again. A woman's voice, the smell of freshly cut roses, yellow hair the same shade as hers and to male voices. She seemed to recognize one and slowly Merlin came into view. As well as a woman in a beautiful blue dress, standing close with another man. They were speaking of her and sending her away for her safety but they were arguing and didn't seem happy. Those had to be her parents. Willow strained for a closer look but she was pulled back to reality. Willow blinked several times, momentarily forgetting where she was and that she was on the phone.

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Matthew Madigan

Location: Table
Skills:

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Matthew nudged Colby gently as he saw him struggle to respond. His face changing slightly and making him wonder if he was beginning to blush or if perhaps he was just imagining things. His gaze lingered a bit longer than it should have, a dopey smile creeping it's way onto his face before the waitress came by with some food. The sudden voice snapped him out of his daze and sent him to thank the waitress as the plate was placed before him. Matthew immediately began to dig in, breaking apart his chopsticks and picking up the Orange Chicken to stuff himself. Again the comment of them as a couple came up, and he practically choked on the meat as he attempted to swallow, finally getting it down quickly before taking a sip of his water and sitting back in the chair for a moments respite.

"Sorry, I should really slow down a bit. I forget the food here isnt exactly Panda Express and has real orange peels on it. Honestly I'm a bit excited to meet Merlin as well. I was very excited for a free meal but even more ready to go out and meet a grand wizard of legend. I can only imagine how old he must be, and given the saying, how great his beard might be." He fiddled with his food for a second, rolling a piece of chicken back and forth on his plate as he tried to recall how many children there were all together. Each roll counted one child, one photograph he had seen moments prior, but he decided not to answer as this wasnt his show to run.

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🗡 Megan Pendragon 🗡

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Location: Oak Park
Skills: N/A

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 "I know that it does," Megan agreed. "But we need to take this step by step - once we've eliminated what is impossible, then whatever remains must be the truth. I saw what looked like magic with my own eyes. I don't know how to scientifically explain what the wizard did. He didn't just throw fire, he managed to teleport, to vanish into thin air," Megan reasoned. The fire she could have explained away - it was the vanishing act that confounded her. She couldn't think of a way for Merlin to fool their senses like that in the park. How could he have made those cards appear in their hands? Maybe he had been a light projection of some sort, yet he physically interacted with his environment. It didn't make sense.

 The address on the card Merlin had given her indicated an old warehouse on the other end of town. With the traffic due to the police cars and whatnot, it would take them a little while to get there. "I think we ought to take a leap of faith - the wizard gave me an address. We can go there and see what we can sort out of this mess." She paused for a moment, before turning her car on and pulling out of the parking spot and into the road. "If you don't want to, I can drop you off at the station - but I need to go and see if this is real... The wizard says he knew our families... Where we came from..."


[System]
Species- Miraluka

Appearance- Two Meters tall, light brown skin, light red-ish orange hair, commonly wears-- , and is a Female with her eye covers looking like cloth wrapped around her head. Age 34

Rank- Jedi Knight

Lightsaber- with Purple blades and made of Phirk

Physical ability- Can lift 150 lbs, run 50 km/h, reaction speed and coordination is based on Force sight- generally under one and a half seconds to react, nimble and felxible

Mental/Force ability- She is an incredible force wielder and intellectual who has: Good at negotiation and is skilled with the Mind Trick ability, can use telekinesis effectively and without sacrificing dueling capability, inherently strong force wall, can channel both sides of The Force, force wave, force crush, force pull/push heal light wounds, able to augment physical abilities to 1.5 normal power, very intelligent and great tactical thinker

Dueling ability- Niremon prefers the style Niman and is a master of Makashi, able to dual wield proficiently

Other skills- Can get through most locks and hack many systems

Backstory- Niremon was born on Alpheridies to farmers. Her abilities with the force was far greater than that of her parents and was noticed, and taken, by the Jedi order. Her connection to the force through her species was notable and played into her abilities as a Jedi. Obi-Wan Kenobi trained her to be a strong Jedi and closer to the force (Since Anakin didn't exist here). Mace Windu would even allow for training in Vaapad if she so choose. The great ability to channel the Dark side without falling to it was found within the Miraluka.

She defined herself in the First Battle of Geonosis. The Miraluka lead a team of other Jedi in a precision strike on one of the factories. The assault ended in a fight with a Droid who could wield a lightsaber to great effect. Two Jedi under her were killed before she defeated it with a force crush. She now wishes to lead a Padawan and further the Jedi Order in the Dark times that have fallen.

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Finn stopped his stunts at his master's request, dropping his speed and following her for the rest of the trip. He was slightly disappointed about the lack of enemy contact on this trip. He'd expected to have taken out at least four droids by now, although Finn figured this was a good lesson to learn. While it may sometimes seem like the life of a Jedi was filled with epic battles, they had their fair share of basic things as well. Scouting for enemies and the like.

When they came to rest at the cliff, Finn went over to the edge, overlooking the jungle. He concentrated, focusing on the Force energy that was moving throughout the planet, trying to sense an enemy. He tried to feel the energy that filled droids, and he felt as if something was directing him in one way. Mentally looking down over the jungle, he could sense something, something dark. He wasn't sure if it was an animal of some sort, or maybe some droids, but he figured he should warn Amber. "Master, I think there's something down at the bottom of the cliff," he called out to his master, trying to sound calm.

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"Better they know we are here then what we have." She shared as they continued on wards. The lack of combat was easing, the ability to focus on routing through the Darkness was certainly useful. It was probably about time to check up on the others to see how they were doing. Niremon took out her Holo communicator, "Hold up here, time to report in." the communicator attempted to contact the two other Knights. "This is Niremon Cal, I am calling to check in. What is your status? Over." The scouts may have found an army of a beast and the fort may have been attacked. The report on the droid she dispatched would come later.

Meanwhile...
Separatist Command ship in orbit above main CIS HQ on Felucia-
 General Grevious clanks onto the Bridge of his Capital ship. "Give me a status report on the invasion." He ordered through his raspy voice. "The last hold outs of native opposition has been destroyed. But our fear has come true, one of our scouting droids went dark where we suspect the Republic has landed." A droid informed Grevious who now stood at his command point at the center of the room. A communication came in, a hooded figure stood in blue."Give me a status report on the plans General." The figure spoke to the kneeling General. "We have total dominance over the entire hemisphere...and the Republic is here, just as you said they would be." It reported as it rose to look at the hologram. "Good. Now initiate phase two of the plan. I will be there in one cycle." The hologram faded and Grevious commanded the attention of the room. "Release the Hyena bombers and send the army to CRUSH their pitiful Clone army!"

 Alarms on the ship went off as the hangers launched 100 Hyena bombers. The closest attack group to the Clone base began to march. 2879 B1-Battle droids, 500 B2-Super Battle droids. 483 Droid Tanks were moving in columns for support.

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Aresa merely nodded her head in agreement, she wouldn't question her master's judgement, after all, she was the student and Niremon was her master. She paused her stride and then put up a hand to the troops following to get them to stop as well.

She decided to take this momentary reprieve to feel the energy of the planet through the force, definitely feeling more Dark Side energy on it than before, she couldn't believe how strong it was, it didn't seem too far away from them, perhaps a couple of kilometers from where they were, maybe it was where the droids were, she had no idea, but she'd ask about it later, she felt that she had already troubled her master with enough questions and didn't need anymore.

Amber glanced over at Finn and then went over to the cliff side, trying to sense out what he was, she did feel something, though she couldn't determine what it was, plus she didn't want to go on any wild chases, regardless, it would probably be wise to at least check it out, they were already there and it's not like they were going anywhere too specific. "We'll check it out when-" She was interrupted when her holocommunicator went off.

Seeing Niremon appear, Amber responded, "This is Amber Skyvold, my padawan and I have detected something dark in a forest just below us, I'm going to have us check it out, it might be nothing, but it's still better safe than sorry, plus if we do find anything, we can update you on the status."

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[Assistant] Finn grinned at the chance to go out an possibly see some real action, though he quickly checked himself. He had to stay focused in case there was a true threat down there. "How should we proceed Master Skyvold?" the padawan asked, listening intently for her answer. He personally would have gone down there as stealthily as possible. As eager for battle as he was, he knew that storming into an unknown forest with a dark presence in it was a bad idea.

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"Indeed." Eric said to his apprentice. "Hmm... could you go check on the barracks? Make sure it is... barracks like. Maybe mingle with the troops if you can." The Knight would then walk off to examine the base further. The base was located on a hill overlooking a lake. A wall of metal plates reinforced with dirt and stone gathered from nearby surrounded the base, the base for towers beginning to get set up. There was one entrance into the fort, a gap in the wall, on which three turrets were set up and ready to fire. Alongside the turrets were several metal barricades. Outside the fort clone engineers with the help of basic infantry were already digging a trench.

"Productive aren't they." Eric said to himself before a voice behind him spoke up, That they are sir. Behind Eric was a clone, yellow markings adorning his armor. ER-1201, clone commander in charge this division of the clone engineer corps." "Eric Betorn." The Jedi replied, holding his hand out to shake with the clone, who after a moment shook the Jedi's hand. "Everything well I take it?" Eric asked, "Yes sir. The men are looking forward to fighting the droids."

The Jedi excused himself form the clone commander. The barracks would be his destination, Eric needed to find out where he was to sleep, and if his padawan had found anything or one of interest yet.

[Assistant]
It was good to see that Skyvold was handling the mission well. They had little to report other than the planet. "Good to see your mission is going well. We have encountered one scout that I dispatched. We have been doing fine other than that. I am going to report back to main base, I suggest you do the same. May the Force be with you." She closed the communicator and attempted to contact Betorn at base.

 Nothing was happening around them, but the scout wouldn't go unnoticed. The strength of the Force in the area was pulling ever harder. Use of Darker abilities would be too dangerous to use.

[User]
Amber nodded and then signed off, she'd report back just as soon as they had finished scouting the area below that faint energy was being detected from. She put her holocommunicator away and then looked to her Padawan and the clones, "Alright, we'll stay together when we head down there, then once we arrive we'll spread out a little and Finn, you're staying with me." It wasn't that she didn't trust him, just felt that his curiosity and excitement would get the better of him and he'd unintentionally go running off.

"Yes sir." One of the clones spoke before looking to the others, "Alright, you heard the commander, let's pack up and get going." He then added, the clones were quick to pack up the little items they had pulled out during the small reprieve they had, well they were very disciplined that was for sure. 'Those Kaminoans sure know how to make some clones.' She couldn't help but think to herself as they soon began to head down to the forest below.

As they were getting closer, she felt the Dark Side pulling at her once more, the temptation just at the edge of where she could feel it, the darkness that was still inside her hungrily trying to push towards the energy it felt and it reflected outward as she resisted, panting a little as she tried to ignore the darkness calling out to her. "No, you won't have me again." She spoke quietly to herself as she focused ahead, though one of the clones easily took notice to this, "Sir are you alright, do you need a medic?" Amber glanced over at the clone, "No, No, I'm fine, just some...Jedi stuff affecting me." She gently smiled to the clone before continuing onto their destination.

[Assistant]
Jaros walked compliantly to the barracks, and apprehension began building in his chest. Not of what he would find in the barracks, he wasn't scared of clones, but of what he would find on the battlefield. He didn't want to become attached to any of these troopers, considering many of them would die. Yet, it seemed as though Jaros made friends wherever he went. He stepped into the barracks, a large, utilitarian building filled to bursting with bunks. The bunks, in turn, were filled with clones. As he stepped in, several clones near the door stood to attention. The others calmly nodded acknowledgement as they finished putting on their armour. One clone, who had just finished putting on his helmet approached. His armor was entirely standard issue, save for a red handprint on the "face" of the helmet.

"Sir, I'm R-328, the leader of squad R of the engineer corps!" He shifted uncomfortably. "My squad is supposed to be on guard with the Jedi, Sir. What are our orders!" Jaros gulped, he didn't know if he had command over the clones.

"I'm Jaros Belban, pleasure to meet you." Jaros smiled. "As for your orders, well I'll have to consult Master Betorn on that front. You and your men wait here for new orders." He started to walk away, then he paused. "Oh, and, make sure to kill some droids. Alright?" He smiled at the shout of approval from the clones. He then waited outside the barracks for the older Jedi.

[User]
Eric closed the distance to the barracks just as Jaros was stepping out. "Everything look good in there?" Eric asked as he stepped up to his apprentice. Rather than wait for an answer Eric started walking towards the only other structure that had been built thus far, the command post. It was a two story building, within was everything needed to command an army, communication systems were being set up by Clone Engineers, a storeroom/office for the clone in charge of issuing equipment. A small infirmary. Until the base could be expanded this structure was where anything at all happened.

Stepping into the map room, located on the second floor, Eric stepped over to the single window in the room, which was long and thin spanning the length of the wall. The other walls in the room were covered in machinery, mostly communication and scanning equipment while the center of the room held a holotable over which a projection of the planet glowed, adding a blue tint to the shadowy room. "Tell me, what do you think of our clone soldiers? Before anyone could say anything else however there was a sharp beeping sound coming from Eric's belt. "One moment, have to take that." Eric said as he stepped over to the holomap and pulled out the communicator. It was Niremon, one of the other knights, calling in to check on the status of the base. "Everything here is going on schedule. No sign of Confederacy forces yet. Any news?"

[Assistant]
Niremon was scanning the area when Betorn came on and reported the situation at the Base. "Good to know. We have encountered one scout so far but it was destroyed quickly. Nothing else out here, we will report back in an hour. May the Force be with you." She closed the communicator and looked at the squad. "Be ready to move out in 1 minute." They had taken out some items, one of them was even eating. Niremon saw no reason to get moving the moment she was done and decided to be kinder then other Commanders would be, mostly because she knew they would likely die on this planet.

 Nire 'looked' around, the plant life was strange and exotic. The Dark side was present, though it was not apparent why or for what purpose. Many of the plants didn't seem to be more than just large structures of neutral feeling. The plants were large enough to block CIS tanks, she noted before starting to move on wards. The team didn't have a set distance goal, but five kilometers out was the only range where spy drones would be of concern.

 "Ready to move out commander." One of the Clones in fresh armor said as t=he got in formation. The ground was mostly just dirt, no leaves and few vines to make noise or obstruct passage. But the dirt did leave clear tracks, several large footprints from native animals trailed off in many directions. A quick 'glance' back revealed that they had left a clear path back to base. "Quickly, Aresa, we must cover our tracks." Nire firmly stated as she turned around to let out a wave, pushing loose ground to make the tracks less noticeable.


[System]
17 y/o | Female | Human

Personality
Serenity is fiercely independent, a young woman who wishes to handle everything relating to herself by herself. Whether it knightly tasks or menial tasks, whether it be sharpening her weapons or washing her clothes, Serenity keeps her work to herself, even when it comes to tending to her own injuries. Perhaps she seeks every sliver of freedom she can snatch at after being the scion of House Arcedeen for so long, but regardless, self-reliance is important to her.

That is not to say, however, that she is unsocialable. Though possessing still the trappings of chivalry and gallantry instilled into her by her patriarch, Serenity remains most relaxed when shooting the shit with other warriors, possessing an acerbic wit that emerges naturally against those less-inclined to aspire to any degree of nobility. She eats heartily, dances well in both masculine and feminine roles, and will be more than happy to engage in any challenge of strength or skill...unless it comes to drinking or swimming. Serenity doesn't drink, and she professes a fear of water. Perhaps the two are related, perhaps they aren't. So long as neither of those pop up, however, she's a pleasant enough dame to get along with, the sort who can switch from flowery praises to brutal honesty in a heartbeat.

And, of course, she reserves most of that brutal honesty for the budding Knight Captain, Fannily Danbalion. After all, she was the one that took the position Serenity was made for, and only owing to a difference founded in the alignment of the heavens.

Backstory
Two hundred years ago, Sir Elvaris Arcedeen, and the twenty Mayonite stalwarts under his command, gave their lives in the protection of the Mayonite High Priestess, shielding her from the assault of assassins and soldiers alike, even as they were butchered by unnatural spellwork and cowardly poisons.

But such sacrifice, such heroic grit, is not celebrated, or even remembered.

No, for all that glory was grafted unto an orphaned whelp who picked up Sir Arcedeen's sword and got lucky against a host of foes who were already exhausted from contending against true knights. Amongst the nobility, Arcedeen's renown fell, their patriarch outshone by a precocious child, only a pittance granted to them by the church for their service. And all the while, that brat, that Elionne Carthet, became Captain of a new order, replacing the vacuum left by Arcedeen's demise, her overexaggerated deeds leading to her being canonized as a saint in the faith! Preposterous! Outrageous! Such fame belonged not to a miserable brat, but to the House whose sword she used to win her fame! For without it, that child certainly didn't have anywhere near the skill able to kill a man with her bare hands!

The Iron Rose Knights owed their existence to House Arcedeen, solely!

And so, the grudge rooted itself and bloomed its sickly flowers. Decades passed over this filth-ridden obsession, renowned knights and warriors drawn into this house as wives watched the calendar with near-religious zeal, bedding their lovers only when there was a fair chance that the full moon will shine nine months later. But, as if the budding life itself could sense that decades-old desire, could sense it and scorn it, the spawn of House Arcedeen always missed the mark. By a day, or an hour, birthed in sunlight, rejected by moonlight. And the hatred grew. Their training sharpened. Their political movements expanded. Seeking wealth and fame, influence amongst those with influence. Snatching up all the power they could, so that when it came time for it, when the next Knight-Captain of the Iron Roses was to be decided, it would be one of theirs who finally returns that mantle to the family's steps.

Seventeen years ago, a child was born to Lady Charity Arcedeen, crawling out of her womb slick with water and blood. Her father looked to the skies, and found it to be twilight, that ghostly time where the moon had just risen, brilliantly full. That time where the sun had just set, the skies still basked in orange hues.

This was the child. This was Serenity.

Born just on the cusp of what could be considered a night with a full moon, she bore the expectations and burden of two centuries worth of spite and envy, and was isolated, molded, trained, all so she could become strong. Not a barbaric strength that granted victory, but a valorous strength that granted a chivalrous victory. Her family's obsessions substituted her own, and her sword swung ever sharper as she grew and grew! More skillful, more powerful, more knowledgeable. An all-surpassing maiden knight, honed to reach the apex of humanity and match all that ought to be fulfilled!

And when the War of the Red Flag concluded with the demise of the Knight-Captain, that role was open. That role was seeking.

Serenity's training intensified. She partook in bandit exterminations with her brothers, hunted wildebeasts with her yeomen, fought duels both for practice and for honor, regularly making offerings to Mayon alongside her father and mother. Everything was clarifying. Everything was in place. The stain that had marred House Arcedeen for so long will finally be cleansed! There was not a single other candidate who surpassed her in any way!

Fanilly Danbalion, some twerp from a House with no martial repute to speak of, was granted the role.

Fanilly Danbalion, born later in the night than Serenity had, was granted plate armor made of Dwarvish metals.

Fanilly Danbalion, so weak-willed as to have fainted during training that Serenity herself underwent six years ago, became the Knight-Captain.

House Arcedeen decided, then, that the Iron Rose Knights truly have fallen out of grace. That following traditions and faith was a meaningless thing to do for a motley assembly of knights made out of commoners and low-born nobles, propped up only by a handful of non-human knights who wielded no power over society itself. It was foolish, after all, to believe that the Goddess cared for children bathed in moonlight.

The times have changed. So too, must the Order, whether from within or from without.

But Serenity remained.

She was made, from conception, to become a Knight of the Iron Rose.

What else could she do, but this?

Equipment
Pristine and ornate.

Expensive but valueless.

That can sum up all of the armor and arms that Serenity possesses. Plate armor decorative and sturdy. All matters of weapons with adornments and flourishes. Her cloak is of a rich indigo, and fanciful ribbons are pinned to her plates, bright colors to make her easily recognizable even at a distance. No great deed would be misattributed to another, after all, and Serenity works hard to maintain the aesthetics of her equipment after every major battle.

It may appear tedious, but after years of doing this, she simply finds it calming. And yet, she has no particular attachment to her equipment either. It's just a habit, in the end.

Skills
If it's something expected of a knight, Serenity can do it well. Her martial arts are orthodox and clean, taught by masters of the art and tempered by experience in duels and in skirmishes. Though lacking, perhaps, in the flexibility that indicates a true mastery of weapons, she is nonetheless a capable hand in the usage of all manner of blades, though the majority of the time, she can be expected to wield a longsword. As did her forebearer. As did the first Knight-Captain.

And yet, her martial passions lie elsewhere, and when her training is done for the day, Serenity relaxes with routines of unarmed combat. Striking. Grappling. Footwork. Throws, followed by a coup de grace with a hidden blade. She does this in private, of course. It's unbecoming of a knight, otherwise, to learn the ways of a pugilist.

Otherwise, however, she has been given a noble's education her entire life, and has been made smart due to it.

[User]
Gerard Segremors
@VitaVitaAR

Careful though he'd been to not favor these kids with anything less than a smile, Gerard found his face begin to harden at the repeated focus upon the erstwhile Bandit King— and with each increasingly outlandish quality appended to the story, he felt himself growing sterner in response. He didn't blame them, he wasn't that short-sighted— the young and impressionable always had an ear for the kinds of rumors that grew larger than life, and battles themselves were chaotic enough that the details often slipped past those who were there, let alone those who were only working from hearsay.

If such weren't the case, he would never have left the fields, after all.

No, his ire wasn't for them. While Sergio had taken the reins Gerard had pointedly shoved back into his chest, the younger knight pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment and breathed deep, fighting to keep his disdain from showing as anything worse than a little steel in the posture and eyes.

He wasn't sure if he'd succeeded. To think his fears had all stemmed from the eyes around him upon his conduct, searching for something unfitting— yet he quickly had begun to realize the setting of a Royal Ball found most scrutiny from the self.

He did appreciate the compliments regarding their gallantry and bravery. But what was the cost of it? Did the lionization come as a rising tide upon every boat at shore? If that were the case...

A beat after Sergio, his wine also touched his lips, a pensive sip that seemed to drink in the silence as much as the blood of the vineyards—

"Miss Violette's the closest."

And when he spoke, he thanked it for easing the harder edge of tension off his voice. A slight rasp aside, the words that flowed forth were now firm rather than terse, speaking with a simple conviction as though the fires within had been doused. This was a pointed statement, yes, but would be no more.

"The 'Bandit King' was a rebel whose cause had been squashed years ago. An old traitor that, for all his size and strength, didn't have the sense to do anything more than thrash angrily— and try to enact a vengeance his cruelty had long robbed him what little right he might've had to. He was no fallen divine, unfortunately—"

His eyes narrowed, gazing into the middle distance as his head tilted towards the roof. In his mind's eye, the silhouette of the mighty brigand still loomed over him sometimes with his impossible blade raised high, a dark mountain wreathed by the violent orange of the blaze. A savage figure, defiant snarl on his face even though Gerard's blade had already shown his life the door. The Captain and Fionn were the only reasons that, right there and then, hadn't been it.

A blink, and he was gone again. Gerard turned his gaze back down onto the three.

"—Just a man, lost in his own tantrum against the Crown. More rage in him than reason, pushing him to trample the innocent. A man who needed to die."

...

... Another sip.

"He was pretty tall though, yeah. Big guy."

[Assistant]
Any innuendo present in Cecilia's statement went flying over the spider lady's head, with a cheerful acquiescence to the idea of more company as the ball went on--and, with her other companion now being dragged off, she carefully turned around to join in (as much as possible) with Lilette's conversation.

On the other hand, Lilia's startled reaction to being dragged around was hard to follow. Although the elf half-drew her sword, the speed with which she stopped and sheathed it made it seem like nothing more than a trick of the light, the tall girl recovering her footing and stepping onto the dance floor with polished grace... and then standing there looking ever-so-slightly puzzled. Clearly, although she was every bit co-ordinated enough, she had no idea how to actually go about dancing. Or, from the luminescent blush, any idea of how to admit this.

Hopefully her partner was better at leading despite the height gap.

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Tyaethe

"It's easy to follow but you would be very surprised how many have trouble grasping the laces," the vampire answered, drinking the glass in her hand. Hmm, she'd probably have to go back for another one in a second... well, these two were nearly done, so that wouldn't be too hard. Although, they did display an incentive to never bother with such articles of clothing, and Tyaethe did her best to avoid anything that would get too restrictive if a fight broke out. Even a long dress ilke the one she was currently wearing could be easily adjusted without decency issues.

Not needing one more than half the time was another bonus.

There was probably something insulting in the Hundi's words, but really, did she want to waste the effort? Honestly, the paladin hadn't any clue where the animosity came from; 'stop trying to cart things out the front door where I can see' was not a difficult restriction to get around, she wasn't that much into discipline. "Oh, if anyone important works out who you are, I'm sure there'll be gossip."

[User]
Enough did, but to be a noble was to bear scorn without complaint. Only tyrants drew their blade at every petty insult, after all, and if one remained in good standing with Royalty and Divinity, one ought to hold their head up high. Detractors lurked in every corner, and even as Serenity guided Veilena to the edge of the dance floor, she could hear their scattered whispers.

The traitor's spawn, convening with the scion of the Arcedeen. No doubt to plant seeds of betrayal into the mind of one of the most militarily-powerful families in Thaln. No doubt to prepare for the second war to be ignited by the raising of the Red Flag.

Nobility, indeed, was a quality. One honed through experience and discipline. Only fools who wished to fuck their sisters believed that it was blood that made a noble soul.

As one song ebbed away, as couples exited and entered the dance floor, Serenity drew in a breath and with it, drew in herself. A back, perfectly straightened. Hands, resting firmly in her partner's. Stomach tucked in, blood pumping to measured beats. And, finally, she inclined her head, flaxen strands spilling like rays of sunlight, beams of moonlight. There was nothing but confidence and enjoyment, an appreciation for her dance partner that was so perfect, so practiced, that it may truly have been genuine.

"Well, shall we give them something to watch, my lady?"

With the thrumming of strings, the whispers of wind, the echoes of percussion, Serenity took one step forward and advanced, entering a quick sequence of waltz spins as the two of them cut diagonally across the diameter of the space. Fast enough to cut between other dancers. Fast enough to befuddle the gaze of spiteful onlookers. Fast enough to meet the scherzo of the viol!

A dynamic entrance indeed, before knight and mage, scion and heiress, Serenity and Veilena, stopped in timing with the musician who they matched, their movements naturally leading to a pose natural and noble.

The opening act concluded and with its end began the beauty of 3/4 time.


[System]
17 y/o | Female | Human

Personality
Serenity is fiercely independent, a young woman who wishes to handle everything relating to herself by herself. Whether it knightly tasks or menial tasks, whether it be sharpening her weapons or washing her clothes, Serenity keeps her work to herself, even when it comes to tending to her own injuries. Perhaps she seeks every sliver of freedom she can snatch at after being the scion of House Arcedeen for so long, but regardless, self-reliance is important to her.

That is not to say, however, that she is unsocialable. Though possessing still the trappings of chivalry and gallantry instilled into her by her patriarch, Serenity remains most relaxed when shooting the shit with other warriors, possessing an acerbic wit that emerges naturally against those less-inclined to aspire to any degree of nobility. She eats heartily, dances well in both masculine and feminine roles, and will be more than happy to engage in any challenge of strength or skill...unless it comes to drinking or swimming. Serenity doesn't drink, and she professes a fear of water. Perhaps the two are related, perhaps they aren't. So long as neither of those pop up, however, she's a pleasant enough dame to get along with, the sort who can switch from flowery praises to brutal honesty in a heartbeat.

And, of course, she reserves most of that brutal honesty for the budding Knight Captain, Fannily Danbalion. After all, she was the one that took the position Serenity was made for, and only owing to a difference founded in the alignment of the heavens.

Backstory
Two hundred years ago, Sir Elvaris Arcedeen, and the twenty Mayonite stalwarts under his command, gave their lives in the protection of the Mayonite High Priestess, shielding her from the assault of assassins and soldiers alike, even as they were butchered by unnatural spellwork and cowardly poisons.

But such sacrifice, such heroic grit, is not celebrated, or even remembered.

No, for all that glory was grafted unto an orphaned whelp who picked up Sir Arcedeen's sword and got lucky against a host of foes who were already exhausted from contending against true knights. Amongst the nobility, Arcedeen's renown fell, their patriarch outshone by a precocious child, only a pittance granted to them by the church for their service. And all the while, that brat, that Elionne Carthet, became Captain of a new order, replacing the vacuum left by Arcedeen's demise, her overexaggerated deeds leading to her being canonized as a saint in the faith! Preposterous! Outrageous! Such fame belonged not to a miserable brat, but to the House whose sword she used to win her fame! For without it, that child certainly didn't have anywhere near the skill able to kill a man with her bare hands!

The Iron Rose Knights owed their existence to House Arcedeen, solely!

And so, the grudge rooted itself and bloomed its sickly flowers. Decades passed over this filth-ridden obsession, renowned knights and warriors drawn into this house as wives watched the calendar with near-religious zeal, bedding their lovers only when there was a fair chance that the full moon will shine nine months later. But, as if the budding life itself could sense that decades-old desire, could sense it and scorn it, the spawn of House Arcedeen always missed the mark. By a day, or an hour, birthed in sunlight, rejected by moonlight. And the hatred grew. Their training sharpened. Their political movements expanded. Seeking wealth and fame, influence amongst those with influence. Snatching up all the power they could, so that when it came time for it, when the next Knight-Captain of the Iron Roses was to be decided, it would be one of theirs who finally returns that mantle to the family's steps.

Seventeen years ago, a child was born to Lady Charity Arcedeen, crawling out of her womb slick with water and blood. Her father looked to the skies, and found it to be twilight, that ghostly time where the moon had just risen, brilliantly full. That time where the sun had just set, the skies still basked in orange hues.

This was the child. This was Serenity.

Born just on the cusp of what could be considered a night with a full moon, she bore the expectations and burden of two centuries worth of spite and envy, and was isolated, molded, trained, all so she could become strong. Not a barbaric strength that granted victory, but a valorous strength that granted a chivalrous victory. Her family's obsessions substituted her own, and her sword swung ever sharper as she grew and grew! More skillful, more powerful, more knowledgeable. An all-surpassing maiden knight, honed to reach the apex of humanity and match all that ought to be fulfilled!

And when the War of the Red Flag concluded with the demise of the Knight-Captain, that role was open. That role was seeking.

Serenity's training intensified. She partook in bandit exterminations with her brothers, hunted wildebeasts with her yeomen, fought duels both for practice and for honor, regularly making offerings to Mayon alongside her father and mother. Everything was clarifying. Everything was in place. The stain that had marred House Arcedeen for so long will finally be cleansed! There was not a single other candidate who surpassed her in any way!

Fanilly Danbalion, some twerp from a House with no martial repute to speak of, was granted the role.

Fanilly Danbalion, born later in the night than Serenity had, was granted plate armor made of Dwarvish metals.

Fanilly Danbalion, so weak-willed as to have fainted during training that Serenity herself underwent six years ago, became the Knight-Captain.

House Arcedeen decided, then, that the Iron Rose Knights truly have fallen out of grace. That following traditions and faith was a meaningless thing to do for a motley assembly of knights made out of commoners and low-born nobles, propped up only by a handful of non-human knights who wielded no power over society itself. It was foolish, after all, to believe that the Goddess cared for children bathed in moonlight.

The times have changed. So too, must the Order, whether from within or from without.

But Serenity remained.

She was made, from conception, to become a Knight of the Iron Rose.

What else could she do, but this?

Equipment
Pristine and ornate.

Expensive but valueless.

That can sum up all of the armor and arms that Serenity possesses. Plate armor decorative and sturdy. All matters of weapons with adornments and flourishes. Her cloak is of a rich indigo, and fanciful ribbons are pinned to her plates, bright colors to make her easily recognizable even at a distance. No great deed would be misattributed to another, after all, and Serenity works hard to maintain the aesthetics of her equipment after every major battle.

It may appear tedious, but after years of doing this, she simply finds it calming. And yet, she has no particular attachment to her equipment either. It's just a habit, in the end.

Skills
If it's something expected of a knight, Serenity can do it well. Her martial arts are orthodox and clean, taught by masters of the art and tempered by experience in duels and in skirmishes. Though lacking, perhaps, in the flexibility that indicates a true mastery of weapons, she is nonetheless a capable hand in the usage of all manner of blades, though the majority of the time, she can be expected to wield a longsword. As did her forebearer. As did the first Knight-Captain.

And yet, her martial passions lie elsewhere, and when her training is done for the day, Serenity relaxes with routines of unarmed combat. Striking. Grappling. Footwork. Throws, followed by a coup de grace with a hidden blade. She does this in private, of course. It's unbecoming of a knight, otherwise, to learn the ways of a pugilist.

Otherwise, however, she has been given a noble's education her entire life, and has been made smart due to it.

[User]
Tyaethe

The vampire's eyes flicked over to the two knights, a too-bright red in the slowly darkening camp. "If we were to appoint ourselves executioners, the public would be denied the evidence that justice was done, and the Roses would gain a reputation as little more than barbaric attack dogs rather than a noble order." A matter hardly helped by their estrangement from the Church, but that was an argument she had lost decades ago, and pointless to revisit in a scene such as this.

"And even the worst of criminals should be permitted the time to reflect and repent their actions, rather than wander forever in the darkness," Tyaethe continued, eyes focused on something far away, "Not everyone can realise in the moment of their deaths."

@Psyker Landshark

[Assistant]
Fleuri Jodeau
Fleuri had a split second to realize what the griffin was doing, and that he had made a rather glaring mistake. It wasn't going to try and pull him off using its claws, it was going to slam him into the ground. He knew immediately that he had to get off of this beast before it crushed him. His armor wasn't made to stop something like this.

Getting crushed was a risk when riding a horse, too, but this thing was much heavier, and he didn't think that the feathers on its head were going to cushion the impact. However, there was one thing going for him compared to a horse- there were no stirrups to hold his feet in place.

Using the arm that was still holding onto the griffin, along with the leg on that side, he flung himself to the side, away from where the creature's body was going to hit the ground. Simultaneously, his other hand let go of his sword so that its not-inconsiderable weight wouldn't slow him down. It was a risk disarming himself like this but it was a much bigger risk not shedding the weight, and he didn't have enough time to think it over.

[User]
Lucas stood at the gaps of the palisade walls, waving the emancipated innocents urgently past himself. "Come on!" Some of them weren't exactly in the best shape to keep up with a brisk pace, but it was hard not to be impatient, for here he was alone, feeling completely and utterly responsible over one of the Knight-Captain's top priorities. If anything were to go wrong here, it would be on him. "We're almost clear!"

The group funnelled into a line to exit the camp. Lucas knelt down to help a child onto his back, so that their mother (at least, Lucas assumed the woman was her mother) could move quicker. Once clear of the camp borders, Lucas headed to the front and led the group away from camp and back toward the Iron Rose Rear Guard.

Perhaps giving the child a piggy-back wasn't the best idea, Lucas thought as he was hit with repeated spells of double vision. I must have hit my head harder than I thought. The clearing he'd charged across to start the battle seemed so much shorter before. He'd abandoned the battlefield. Paladin Tyaethe had told them to focus on bringing the beast down. She and a few others had held off scores of bandits just so her team could do so. And he'd left without seeing it dead. He wanted to speed up, but some of the injured would not keep up. And truth be told, he wasn't sure he could speed up anyway. Adrenaline was keeping him on his feet, but this little girl felt like she weighed as much as a cow.

Heavy breaths. Slightly staggering steps. But finally; sight of the rear guard. "Help!" was all he could think to say. He wasn't sure how to go about this, but - as always - he didn't think much about it. "Who's in charge!?"

A fairly tall knight emerged from the ranks and came forward, adding urgency to his steps when he started to realise the situation. "Sir Einrich, at your service."

"The prisoners of the Bandit King... as many as I could find," Lucas told him as he dropped down to let the girl off his back. Sir Einrich called for others to take the freed slaves away and get them some care. Lucas received a few 'thank yous' as the group was escorted past and away from him.

"Your name, sir knight?" was the commanding officer.

"Lucas... Sir Lucas Storm," was the reply. It still sounded strange, but there was a note of pride in the exhaustion. He'd actually helped save some lives. Amongst the desires and thoughts of getting back to the battlefield, his mind flashed him a vision of Sir Gerard on the night he'd saved Lucas' life and freedom. "I'm part of Paladin Tyaethe's team. The battle is not yet over."

"Very well," Sir Einrich nodded in understanding. "Good job lad."

And with that, Lucas turned back toward the bandit camp and started running.

When he arrived back in the battle, there wasn't actually much of a battle happening anymore. He could see some bandits, hands up and weaponless. Some of his comrades were no longer fighting, allowing their adversaries a chance to surrender. Lucas advanced further into camp to see what became of the griffin.

[Assistant]
And so the flames came, bathing her world a bright crimson, a brighter orange, and finally, plunging it all in relative darkness, leaving nothing behind but a strange, almost comforting warmth and the certainty that she would have to restitch the charred cloth that her ribbons had become.

She would have to check herself for burns too, after the adrenaline drained away.

Blinking the searing light out of her eyes, Serenity cast her gaze over to the griffin once more as it slammed its back against the ground. Another arrow snapped off from its shoulder, while its guts spilled out from its stomach. Sir Fleuri himself managed to dismount moments before being flattened. In the distance, the Captain's voice sounded out as well, high-pitched over the low roar of dying flames. The Bandit King had died, his Bandit Knights would soon be too, and his Pet will soon let out its death throes. Prisoners were being freed from their cages, the flaming tree had turned to a blackened husk, and above the moon rose, casting its alabaster light.

Dame Cecilia was done. Dame Katerina was done. So too was Dame Mori, while Sir Lein was still tumbling off the ground, and Sir Fleuri joined him as well. Upon reflection, despite how easy this raid was, how utterly expected the final result was, it was still a clusterfuck and still a disappointment. She'd have earned greater merits if she had held off the veteran bandits alongside Sir Renar or claimed the Bandit King's head while he crowed about how pathetic Fanilly was.

Alas, there was no merit, no honor, involved in putting to rest a dying beast.

Serenity drew her hatchet, felt its heft in her palm. Much steadier than a dagger, with a curved haft that made it a pleasure to grip and a wicked edge that sank deep with every swing, every throw. Her arm reared back, her eyes sighted the target through the visor, and she allowed all extraneous thought to exit her mind.

The griffin had lost its escape when it chose to fight. The griffin had lost its guts when it chose to strike. And now? The griffin had lost its mobility when it chose to struggle. Each of those choices, Serenity could understand, and yet...

"Time and place."

The hatchet spun through the air with a path that would not err, to a target too blind to see a projectile that was just about to cave its skull in.


[System]
Garfield Logan, also known as Beast Boy
Jason Todd, also known as Robin
Kaldur'ahm, also known as Aqualad
Kon-El, also known as Superboy
Koriand'r, also known as Starfire

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Waiting List and Previous Applications include...

Cassie Sandsmark, also known as Wonder Girl
Rachel Roth, also known as Raven
Tara Markov, also known as Terra
Wally West-Allen, also known as Kid Flash

[User]
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Location: New York City, New York -- City Streets

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Superboy had never been in a fight before.

He'd seen them before, of course, when Kara and Kal-El would spare in the Fortress of Solitude, or when Kelex would let Kon watch old news footage of Superman throwing down with his many enemies. He knew what a punch looked like, and he'd figured out how to make his hand into a fist. But he'd never thrown one before. Never been hit by one before, either. The concept of pain was itself alien to him until this lizard-breathed giant decided to introduce it to him.

'Gotta say, I don't much like it.' Kon grumbled to himself as he peeled his body out of the concrete wall he'd just been thrown into, the Kryptonian-shaped hole crumbling behind him as his boots hit the ground. Slicks of dried blood ran down his lip, and a thin layer of rock dust had infested his mess of black hair.

Conner Kent, as he'd been come to be known on the Kent farm, cut an impressive figure for his age. He stood just a hair short of six feet tall and was built like an ox, arms thick as tree trunks and shoulders that could carry a full-sized tractor on a bad day. Big as the boy was, he looked like an ant standing face-to-face with the invader. It was absolutely enormous, and the hail of punches it'd just thrown at Kon evidenced the fact that all that muscle wasn't just for show.

"That all ya got, pal?!" Kon shouted, a cocky grin dominating his face even as he launched himself at the creature for the second time. The ground shook with the force of his leap, and he flew with such speed that he was right on top of the monster before it had a chance to use that laser again. Kon narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist, picturing in his head every newsreel fight he'd ever watched just as he fired off a punch into the alien's jaw. Armored scales gave a sickening crunch, bending and snapping under the force of the blow. Sickly-colored blood stuck to Kon's knuckles like glue. There was a moment's elation as he thought he saw the alien fall.

It caught itself on its back foot, however, and turned toward the little humanoid with hate-engorged eyes. Clutching its warspear in hands the size of basketballs, it gave a mighty swing toward Kon's skull. The weapon sang as it cut through the air, moving with inhuman speed. Quick, anxious flew in front of his face to adsorb the blow, the blade just narrowly failing to pierce Kon's flesh.

Pulling back, the alien launched another two strikes at Kon, one aimed to pour his guts all over the concrete and the second to knock him to the floor. Kon managed to jump back and avoid the former, but the former caught the back of his leg and he found himself on his back before he realized what had happened.

The creature roared triumphantly in its mother tongue, lifting the spear high into the air, preparing to finish off its opponent so it could return to capturing the girl.

Superboy didn't give it the chance. With clumsy, violent speed he flung himself from his back at the alien, his head colliding with its armored chest with the force of a rolling freight train. The two of them entered the air, briefly, flying across the street until they'd landed in the parking lot on the opposite side. Kon skidded for a couple of yards on the asphalt while his much heavier enemy just sort of sunk into it, like a boulder falling into a pond. People in the nearby shopping center screamed bloody murder at the sight of them, apparently having hoped that the conflict wouldn't come toward them and that they'd be able to hide it out there. They scattered in every direction as the two super-powered beings dragged themselves to their feet.

"Damn...Now I know why nobody else does that." Conner groaned, a hand clutching his thumping skull. Hurt as he was, though, Superboy could tell he'd hurt the other guy more than himself. It was struggling to get back to its feet, even going so far as to use the end of its spear to help push its great mass off of the broken ground.

Seeing an opportunity to end this, Conner charged. "How 'bout you just stay down this time?!" He roared, punching the alien's cheek hard enough to send its head crashing through the roof of a car parked just beside it. Conner grabbed it by the arm and tore it from the vehicle's interior, tossing the lizard brain into the body of another, larger vehicle. Metal bent, tires popped and glass shattered under the impact. It didn't have the strength left to get back up.

There wasn't any time to waste celebrating his first won fight, much as he'd like to do so. That girl was still in trouble, n' all those innocent people could be caught in the crossfire- he shouldn't have let himself be carried away from the main fight by just one of these things. Conner dug his heels in and bent at the knees, jumping into the air with the force of a small explosion. Dust, debris and rock were scattered in all directions as he took to the sky. He wasn't up there for long, maybe a couple'a seconds in total, but it was long enough for him to spot out the rest of the lizardmen. The biggest one was in the process of getting itself blasted across the road by the alien girl, who looked much worse for wear than when Conner last saw her- he felt a pang of guilt for leavin' her alone out there, outnumbered n' surrounded.

Yet he could see she wasn't all that alone after all.

He landed, caught his breath for a second and then sent himself up again. This time he focused on the newest fighter, trying to get a read on him. He was more slender and agile than Kon, by the looks of him, but obviously still built, and he was a shade less pale than Conner and covered in strange, glowing tattoos. Whoever he was, he was clearly on the right side of things, seein' as how he much lizard ass he was managing to kick on his own. He wa skilled, obviously, n' he had some kinda power to control water. But he was also horribly outnumbered by a bunch'a the giants, and even just one of them had given Kon trouble. They had him pinned behind some concrete for a second, but he used his powers to knock a light pole down on top of 'em to send the pack scattering long enough to get into their midst.

Kon lost sight of them again, but he was just a single street over now. This last leap would take him soaring over a line of apartment buildings and into the midst of the fight. Taking to the air, Superboy could see now that their mysterious ally had managed to take down two of squad on his own, but the other half had caught him out with a laser blast. He'd been brought to his knees and they were just about to put an end to him.

'Not on my watch.'

He flew in like a missile, crashing directly into the back of one alien and sending his buddy reeling in surprise. Kon clumsily stumbled off the first, plucking a chunk of rebar and broken concrete off the street as he got to his feet. He reeled it back behind his head and chucked it like it a baseball, sending the object rocketing toward the second alien with the speed of a bullet. It exploded across the creature's face, knocking it onto its rear out of sheer dizziness.

Conner turned around and offered a hand to the other, intervening hero, conscious of the fact that some'a the guys they just knocked down were starting to get back up. "Thought you could use a hand." There were a lot of aliens, and they packed a hellofa punch, but maybe together the good guys stood a chance at winning this thing.

[Assistant]
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Location: New York City, New York -- Brooklyn Visions Academy

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The over-the-ear headphones hugged the sides of his head. A messy, mop of dark hair framing the boy's face. A few freckles dotted his cheeks, which were starting to take on more adult-like features. He was clearly starting to grow out of childhood. A gangly form in a junior high school uniform. The blazer hung open, enveloping his small frame. The collar of the white shirt was loose, the top button undone as the tie dangled loosely around his neck.

(Let's dance.) Put on your red shoes and dance the blues.

A pair of Vans schlepped through the hallways. Through the Beats headphones, the musical stylings of Britain's David Bowie radiated from inside the boy's head.

He should have been an ordinary kid at an ordinary school.

Unfortunately, ordinary was a word that described what other people were and Garfield was not.

(Let's dance.) To the song they're playing on the radio.

Eyes tracked him through the halls. People stared. Some openly, others tried to hide behind their text books or side-eye him from whispered conversations that echoed in the halls.

Lots of super heroes had secret lives. Lots of sidekicks never got the spotlight. And Garfield? Garfield was green. Literally. And, if that wasn't enough, his bright yellow eyes and pointed ears added a distinctiveness that ensured no one would ever mistake him for anything else than something out of the ordinary.

(Let's sway.) While color lights up your face.

He tried to lean into it. He was @BeastBoy across social media, so of course people would recognize him in real life. The nonchalant attitude seemed to play it off. Garfield would pretend to be oblivious to the attention, hiding behind a pair of noise cancelling headphones and trying to shut out the look of shock on their faces, the slack-jawed glances and conspiratorial whispers that transformed any sidewalk, hallway, or classroom from an open space to a prison in which he was the center of attention.

(Let's sway.) Sway through the crowd to an empty space!

Some wanted him to perform. Some thought he was the proof that demons must exist. Some wanted to fight him and others wanted his autograph. So it was with a big sigh of relief that Garfield arrived at his desk for the next class.

Dropping his back by the desk, the boy pulled back the chair and prepared to take his seat. As he did, a loud CLAP rolled like thunder. The windows rattled. Garfield felt something that was like the bass at a rock concert, but only for a moment.

A plethora of panicked squeals and screams sprang forth, as the other students all tried to process what had just happened.

Oh, if you say run, I'll run to...

Reaching up a hand, the green haired boy pulled the headphones from off his head. "Uh, Miss Thatcher?" Garfield uttered, raising his hand as he called to the teacher at the front of the class. Amber eyes darted for the windows. Smoke was rising into view.

That was an explosion.

"Can I , uh, use the bathroom?"

Okay, so it wasn't the smoothest of excuses. Feet sliding across the floor, Garfield shot out into the hallway, before sprinting for his locker. His old Doom Patrol uniform was stuffed into his gym bag just in case he accidentally shapeshifted himself into a clothing malfunction.

It was a couple of minutes more before the mop-head hero was bursting from out of the front doors of the private school. Clad in the distinctive red and white uniform, the boy's form seemed to launch upward as his form blurred. He took one step, humanoid shape imploding as the form of a falcon emerged in its place.

The green raptor spread its wings, beating several times as the falcon rose rapidly up into the air. Planing out, the bird spread its wings as an updraft seemed to take hold. Circling slowly, the school grounds fell away, as the boy was given a bird's eye view of New York City below.

There were some ugly dudes. A lot of ugly dudes as a matter of fact. A girl with flaming hair. A Superman fan. And… a black dude?

Hypothesis: Assume the humans are the good guys.

Folding his wings in, the falcon plunged down toward the Earth. Swooping over the street, the bird's form blurred as its seemed to explode outward -- becoming a rhinoceros that thundered down the street. A pair of brutes were launched into the air, as the rhino came barreling through.

Several laser-like shots rained his direction. The rhinoceros shrank into a rusty spotted cat, then a kangaroo as he launched himself at one of the assailants. As the brutish figure went flying back through the air, the kangaroo became a mosquito.

Zipping over and around where the black hero was looking like a total bro, the mosquito expanded out into a hybrid simian form. A prehensile tail flicked behind him, as the distinctive monkey boy form of the Doom Patrol's Beast Boy appeared.

"Sup, brah?" the kid quipped, tossing a smile over toward Aqualad.

[User]
Location: New York City, New York -- City Streets

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By X'Hal, I must be lucky.

Kori could feel her knees buckle as she tried to assess what was going on throughout the streets of the urban battlefield she was fighting upon.

As far as she could tell, the arrival of a green-skinned warrior appeared to catch the able-bodied Gordanians off-guard. The Tamaranean was grateful for such a development, but even as more warriors began to set a perimeter or engage with the Gordanians she could see the resolve upon her pursuers strengthen. Gordanians were stubborn; like a hungry glurk upon a herd, they refused to let up even when the odds were stacked against them. Had they not been hunting her down, Kori might have found their passion admirable. How many Gordanians were there exactly left? Four? Five?

Kori looked back to the direction she had sent the leader flying. He was probably still getting his bearings. The green-skinned warrior had thrown several into the air, and kicked another one into another building. Two of the others had dealt with an individual Gordanian at the very least—though the one wearing a mask was not as close as the three others. It was a small battlefield, though between her blurring vision and the chaos of the situation she found it hard to keep track of everything. She forced a smile, knowing that there were not many Gordanians left to be worried about. There was a chance she would not be taken back yet.

She could see the Gordanians spread out, some climbing out from the buildings they had been thrown in several moments prior. She was sure they were being screamed at by their leader over their private communicators as he picked himself out of the building she had so kindly thrown him into only a few moments ago.

Kori took another deep breath. The last push was coming soon.


[System]
Age: 21
Personality: Everyone who meets him will no doubt agree that everyone needs an Oscar in their life, he is a genuinely lovely guy. His ability to see only the beauty in the world around him makes him a brilliant photographer and even better friend. Naturally this also makes him naive, but there are worse things to be. All this also means he gets along well with kids, and is happy to spend his time talking to them too.
Favorite color: Orange
Reason for running away: He didn't so much run away, not like the others. His family is a loving and caring one, however also a very poor one. Unable to afford any sort of further education he tried looking for a job but in his small town there was little to offer. So instead of staying and feeling like he was leaching off his parents he decided to move away - against their wishes - to somewhere he can earn some money, and send back any spare to them.

[User]
"Maeson. Maeson... MAESON! Get your ass up and out of bed. It's your turn to cook." Raeya grumbled, kicking the bed stand trying to wake up her bear of a brother. Out of the three of them Maeson was always the last to get up and the hardest. Sebastyian and Raeya usually drew straws to decide who would try to wake him up, and unluckily it was Raeya's morning to try. "Seriously? God you sleep like a fucking rock." Rolling her eyes she gave one final kick to the bed and walked into her bathroom to use her final resort, water. Filling up her cup with freezing water, she made a quick sign of the cross and prayed she could outrun her brother this morning. Creeping back into his room she slowly poured the water on his chest and backed up as he rose, growling, hair plastered to his face.

"WHAT IN THE EVER LOVING HELL ARE YOU DOING RAEYA?!?" He choked out, teeth gritted, standing to his full 6'1 height.  "You're trying to give me pneumonia that's it isn't it? God why can't I ever sleep in on a Saturday?" He asked himself looking up at the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I swear I can't have normal siblings can I? Now why in the hell are you waking me up at seven in the morning?" Stripping out of his wet shirt and boxers from behind a screen he threw on grey sweatpants and a tanktop, showing off the roman numerals of his siblings birthdays' and his parents' death date tattooed on his chest. "And where in the hell is Sebastyian at?"
"I don't know where he is, probably doing something Sebastyian-like though." Raeya answered, stripping down Maeson's wet bed sheets for him.

Speaking of Sebastyian he was already up and running around, after doing his morning exercises and meditating for a hour, he wandered into find his siblings in a stare down. "Well I know I'm the better looking twin most days, but you've gotta clean yourself up Maes. The wet dog look isn't flattering on you. He joked, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed with a crooked grin. "Yeah yeah yeah, shut up Sebastyian, you know these guns are what the ladies like." Maeson said, flexing his arms as Raeya make puking noises behind him. Nodding Sebastyian rolled his eyes and pulled his hair back into a man-bun and turned around. "Who's cooking? I'm starved." He threw over his shoulder as Maeson and Raeya said at the same time, "Maeson." "Raeya."

[Assistant]
"Hey, guys, could you quiet down for just a few seconds? It's Saturday morning, and I need my beauty sleep."

The tall Jewish girl standing in the doorway wore a knee-length shift, and not much else. She rubbed her eyes, and her hair was wild in the morning. Missy had had a late night last night, and she wasn't the type of girl to take 'no' for an answer. She was also skilled at handling whips.

[User]
Ena was already in the kitchen making a huge breakfast, the radio turned down so only she could hear. The little artist in her made the pancakes into butterflies and dinosaurs for the little ones and really good looking pancakes for the older kids. She pulled out the bacon and, cooked to perfection, they looked mouth watering. The scent wafted through the house and a smile lit her face. Hopefully that'll wake the sleepy heads up. She heard Cool for the Summer come on and she started rocking out in her over-sized shirt and messy hair.

Today was a very good day, as today she might be selling some of her artwork to a gallery. No one knew yet, but she got the call yesterday night after coming home from work. She sang to the song, loving the best as she started cooking the eggs. She heard screaming up stairs and giggled softly. Looks like they're up, she thought. Ena shouted "bacon! Come and get it!"

[Assistant]
Nyteshaed had been attempting to sleep off a hangover, but it seemed like another morning of screaming voices had other ideas. She buried her pounding head in her pillow and attempted to block out the noise, but her brain had decided she was up and going to deal a throbbing headache and a mouth that tasted like a brewery shit in it. She slowly opened her eyes and quickly closed them as the weak sunlight coming through her blinds stung at her retinas. Never again. She thought. Not that she was never going to drink again, but that she was never going to use whiskey as a mixer for vodka again. She was suddenly jolted awake by violent revolution and she bolted from her room with surprising speed. Not even bothering to put a shirt on, she made for the bathroom and was promptly violently ill into the toilet.
"Well good morning to you too, nausea." She muttered into the toilet bowl. "I was wondering when you might show up."

[User]
Morgan had always been a morning person. She remembered her parents saying it had been a blessing and a curse, they never got a lie-in but at least she was early to bed. The latter wasn't so true anymore. This morning, as with all mornings, she'd quietly made herself a coffee before returning to her room and sitting on the window sill. She sat there and watched the city come to life, music playing through headphones with her coffee in one hand and a cigarette in another. It was her favourite way to spend the morning.

Faintly hearing the row over her music she smiled to herself. The Devonshires disagreements was also as much a part of her morning routine, signalling that it was time for her to face the world. Putting out her cigarette and taking off her headphones, she threw a flannel shirt on over her shorts and cami. When she first came here she was more concerned with her appearance, but this morning her currently blue hair was very much untamed. Padding down to the kitchen, she gave a small smile as Ena danced around. "Morning." She said as she set to refilling her mug.

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As the sun began to rise, Oscar was still very much sprawled across his bed fast asleep. For him mornings were very much for sleeping. However sleep too long and he'd miss another of his great loves: breakfast. After too many tragic near misses he'd reluctantly set an alarm so that's why suddenly his phone started to ring out 'La Bamba'. It was the little things, and it was enough to bring a faint smile to his lips as he stirred into consciousness. Fishing out the phone from among the covers he turned down the volume and jumped out of bed.

Hopping across the room as he pulled on trousers and finding a clean t-shirt, he then went and swung open the curtains. "I think today will be a good day." And then that delicious smell of bacon hit him and his smile only grew. Walking out of his room he called out, "Good morning everyone!" It was a risk - somewhere quite scary in the morning - but he was counting on Maeson's shouting having already done the most damage. Running down the stairs and seeing the beautiful sight before him, he dramatically put his hand to his heart and swooned. "Oh Ena! You are my saviour, an angel, truly!"