[System]
Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Stands at a large 6'4. Broad of shoulder and hulking in build. Well-defined muscle, though deeply scarred across his body. Favors furs over silks when outside of his armor. Typically favors massive two-handed weapons, and is most commonly seen wielding a massive flanged mace.

Abilities:
Dragan primarily utilizes both blood magic and necromancy in tandem, befitting a vampire known as the Death Knight.

As a blood mage, Dragan specializes in physical enhancement, preferring to fight in melee with a physical weapon in hand. Of course, he's entirely capable of utilizing the other aspects of blood magic as well, resorting to blood weapons when disarmed and blood barriers to defend against magic. Strangely, though, he has never been seen actually casting a ranged blood spell.

As a necromancer, Dragan keeps it simple, traditional, and efficient: zombies, skeletons, and other such more mundane undead with which to drown his foes in a sea of corpses. One will occasionally see larger abominations within his forces, but these are rare and tend to be pre-prepared, with Dragan seemingly unable to raise these at will in the field as he could with groups of lesser undead. Of course, Dragan cannot simply raise armies at will. Without preparation, he tends to be able to create a dozen or so undead soldiers at a time, given enough materials. With the proper rituals and rites, however, Dragan is entirely capable of acts such as raising entire graveyards at once or binding the shambling bones of large creatures into his service.

Both of these aspects combined leave this particular vampire as a frontline general, leading undead armies into the thick of battle.

Personality:
Dragan follows a twisted sense of noblesse oblige in his dealings. To him, vampires are inherently higher life forms as compared to humans, and thus bear responsibility towards them as a result. Humanity in Dragan's eyes are, at the very least, higher than cattle. It would be more accurate to say that he treats mankind as ignorant children: unable to fend for themselves or make wise decisions. Thus, vampires are to safeguard humanity within their borders, and for this service, deserve the blood they require to survive. After all, this was simply the feudal contract as existed in eras past. Only now with more worthy lords to rule over man.

As a follower of noblesse oblige, Dragan strives to be as great as he can in his personal conduct. He conducts himself with elegance and decorum. However, this is also matched with a penchant for violence and direct action. Where other vampires prefer subtle manipulations and secrecy, Dragan simply strides through problems with a suit of hulking plate armor, a massive weapon, and an undead horde at his back. He is a lord, after all, and lords do not skulk like cowards when their authority is challenged.

In regards to the Goddess, Dragan is a loyal enough follower that he swears to fulfill his divine mission without complaint. Having served the Queen once already, he sees little issue with working to bring her back.

Bio:
The vampire lord known as Dragan Meszaros, the dreaded Death Knight of eras past, was once known as the crusade's greatest shame. Born as an orphan ward of some irrelevant church of a now-dead god, Dragan grew to be a paladin of the same church, setting out on quests throughout the land. He slew monsters, saved the innocent, and championed the light of his god.

Despite his successes, however, Dragan slipped ever into deeper frustration and melancholy as he saw the same stories happen time and time again. Men create problems for themselves that he had to solve for them. Tragedies and villians were created through human sins. The apathy, greed, and wrath of humanity were greater foes than any mere monster that had ever stood in his path. Men were ever more incapable of managing themselves.

Dragan's final days as a paladin were spent chasing the rumors of a vampire in a great duchy of a now-forgotten kingdom. When he arrived, however, every value he held was challenged. The duke was a vain tyrant, working his people past the breaking point and abusing the fruits of their labor to glorify himself. The commoners barely cared about this vampire in the territory: a few deaths a month barely compared to the starving masses. In fact, when Dragan did finally track the vampire's thralls down to an outlying village, he saw something there that broke him. The people in that village, the vampire's cattle, were doing far better compared to the rest of the duchy. Better fed, working for themselves, and just...happier.

It was then that Dragan knew his truth: man was inherently unable to rule itself. Left to its own devices, humanity would eat itself alive. Dragan gave up. He fell. Returning to the duchy's capital, the once-vaunted paladin launched a brazen assault on the duke in broad daylight, slaughtering him and his meager guard. Afterwards, Dragan returned to the vampire's village, throwing the unworthy ruler's head into the middle of the town square. With the vampire's attention piqued, Dragan knelt before him, stating that he had seen the true light.

Bemused at the thought of taking a fallen paladin as Ichor's child, the vampire turned Dragan. After a period of time adjusting to his new existence and learning all he could of vampirism, Dragan took his leave, setting out on his own with his patron's blessing. Centuries later, the vampire known as the Death Knight scourged the land, conquering a kingdom with his undead army in the name of the Queen. He sought to replace the incompetent rule of man with his own benevolent tyranny. But this was not to be. Not in this era. Such a public, reviled monster was one of the first targets of the Hundred Paladins, made more urgent by the shame that he was once a paladin himself. While the bulk of the Hundred tore through his armies with their silver swords and divine blessings, their strongest champions engaged Dragan himself and laid him low. The Death Knight was shattered with his kingdom, his dreams dashed as the Hundred moved on.

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@Psyker Landshark@Rune_Alchemist

The heart of a great snake, and a ritual dagger that stank of something divine, something not of Ichor's domain. Her 'father' would no doubt be pleased with these gifts, but as for Ilena herself? The shadow witch toyed with the dagger briefly, allowing it to spin from one digit to another, before flipping it hilt-first towards the former paladin.

"Take it," she rasped. She would let it drop even if he did not.

The serpent's heart, she kept in her hand for a while longer. Plump still, fresh still, and reminiscent, in a manner, of that feline-serpent they had encountered on the way there. It could not have been that creature's heart though, not unless it possessed multiple. Too large to belong to giants, too small to belong to humans. Regardless, Ilena lifted her cloak to the side and slipped that heart into her fabricated form.

"Your piety shall be rewarded," she spoke, setting aside for a moment the idea that other lords have survived, have revived. "Do you wish to join your master, Thrall? Or be reborn again, under the servitude of another?"

[Assistant]
Luna Emeraltide

Luna allowed the dwindling thrall to touch her cheek, albeit briefly, before softly taking her hand and pulling it lightly away. The tenderness of the dying woman was a welcome feeling after eons of sleep, but at the same time the gesture was unsolicited, and by a servant no less. She nevertheless held the woman still, and followed her words towards the heart Ilena held up until it disappeared into blackness.

"Other lords? Were they awoken here in Alavaris as well?" Luna hummed, then turning her eyes to the cathedral's entrance. "And you... where did you come from? How did you even survive?" The vampiress listened to Ilena, and promptly squeezed the thrall more tightly -possessively. She offered Ilena a wholly lighthearted glare -almost pouting- and retorted.

"She will not die! Such a dedicated servant could never be discarded. Look at her," she continued, "She has surely gone through quite the ordeal just to rejuvenate us. And... all without drinking a single drop herself; otherwise she would not be in this state. To say nothing of completing it without a master. Tell me thrall, what is your name?" she asked.

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As his companions bickered over the fate of the thrall, Dragan murmured quietly in prayer. The familiar practice, in life and in death, centered him. Ichor saw fit to reverse his fate after what should have been his true death, and for that, he would be forever grateful. To say nothing of his centuries of service in her name already, of course. As the vampire lord finished his prayer, a sensation bid him to look up.

A red light came from the doorway leading to the cathedral yard's balcony. A sign of the Goddess's favor, perhaps? Dragan stood, placing his helm back onto his head as he looked to Ilena and Luna.

"Enough." His voice rumbled as he gestured up towards the balcony door. "I agree with Ilena. For leal service, we ought to reward the thrall with the fate she wishes for herself. Should she want to continue to serve, we will allow it. Should she desire the peace of the grave, we ought to allow her to make that choice." He stared Luna down unflinchingly. Of course the bloody siren would choose to be obstinate now and disregard a loyal servant's choices for her own wants.

"In the meantime, it seems we are beckoned. Join me if you wish, or continue to debate over the thrall." With his piece said, Dragan leapt up toward the balcony, extending a hand to crack the door open and see what the source of the crimson glow was.


[System]
Looks:
6 feet tall, strawberry blond hair, slightly freckling, pale blue eyes, lightly colored skin
Personality: I haven't quite decided. Let's see how he develops, shall we?
Abilities:
light manipulation: This ability is fairly basic. It is what it is, the manipulation of light. This can be in any sort of attack. Light weapons can be created, and the light can be manipulated into illusions and into enabling it's user to hide.

Cody can at the current moment manipulate light in a way that enables him to see the world, seeing figures, objects and the like by light, whether it is the presence of light or merely the absence of light.

He can also manipulate light in a way that gives him some defensive a and offensive properties, but this ability is quite new and takes a lot of of him.

Essentially, Cody is learning what he can do, but it is not in leaps and bounds.

enhanced touch: whether this is a super power or merely an effect of Cody's blindness, this is never the less useful

enhanced hearing: again, whether this is merely an effect of blindness, this is beneficial and is more then a typical blind victim.

History:
Cody was born to what could be a normal family. Well, normal for them anyway. It became apparent quite quickly that something wasn't normal with him. His eyes were a pale, pale colour, perhaps the lightest blue you would see, and sightless. But the baby didn't appear to see anything wrong, and was a bouncing, bubbly boy. Off times, people would forget he was blind.

He excelled in grades, using what aids he had to complete school work, and to do everything he could. It became apparent that despite his lack of sight, he was not hindered. He could play musical instruments with ease, he could cook, he could do just about anything that a normal boy could.

He didn't see any hinderance, and as he grew, he began to find that images began to form, light seeming to swarm around him, forming the images of what was there. He did not know if this was normal or not, but it helped him to further his life, giving him a better quality as he began to realize how much of the world he was missing.

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Cody bowed his head and closed his eyes. They didn't understand him, they didn't want his help. He couldn't allow them to destroy the world...and yet he wanted to save them. He didn't see an option that was both. As he found himself flung into the air, his body reacted before his mind could truly understand what was happening. Light enveloped him, cradling him before placing him safely on the ground.

"I'm sorry" He whispered, his voice softer then the wind.

He was sorry about having to do this, having to fight them when he didn't want to. He was sorry about having to stop them, but he couldn't let them destroy the world. His heart broke, knowing that he had failed them. Knowing that he couldn't save them, couldn't show them kindness. Couldn't show them, there was still good in the world. It broke his heart, shattering it into a million pieces.

"I'm sorry"

As he faced his would be killer, his eyes able to perceive the light, growing fainter it seemed by the mine, of Thy's being, Cody felt tears sting his eyes, and he didn't try and stop them. They fell, shamelessly, down his cheeks, his heart heavy, his body seeming to be filled with a never endless supply of them.

"I'm sorry"

He bowed his head again, steeling himself for what he had to do.

"I don't want to do this"

His body shook with the emotions churning through him. He knew the boy didn't seem to understand him, knew that there was no way he could convey how he wanted to help, how sorry he was. Nothing. He began to gather light to him, bright, encasing him, letting himself fill to bursting with the bright, light.

[Assistant]
Thy was fierce in his stance and just as volatile and aggressive in mind. He could not understand this bastard's tongue. He could be making fun of him right now! Making fun of him! Him!, a literal being of amazing power! He'll show him! He'll squash the bastard!

To have such awesome power in a person who knew how to control it was dangerous. To have such awesome power in a child who still has no complete grasp of what he was capable of.... was reckless. Thy could feel his control of the Earth was absolute, and with a swoop of his hand, he would summon the Earth to roll like a wave of water, the soil and hard earth becoming so smooth and liquid. Then he swept again, and again, and again. Soon, dozens of waves were coming for the bastard, each sharper, harder, and bigger.

[User]
Cody's power reacted in response to the waves of earth, light aiming to crush it in force, even as Cody began to move, light making his steps even more graceful, and sure as he lept into the air, using light to spring his jump so that he moved over the wall of earth waves, towards Thy. He wanted to do this quickly and easily… and maybe bring the boy down without killing him.

A moment of insight slammed into Cody, and he suddenly understood something. The boy was facing him, having sent his sister away. Cody hated himself for even contemplating this… but he could use the girl. And if he'd sent the girl after Caits and Gershwin… Then the girl would be in trouble, especially if Gershwin had lost control.

"I'm sorry"

He whispered again. Light burst like lightning all around them, a flash bomb, and Cody used it to get away from the boy, leaping off the ground again in another light fueled jump. There was a way Cody could stop this… he knew it. Even as it made him feel sick, he knew he'd do it. It was the best for them all. He just hope he'd be able to pull it off.

[Assistant]
Thy's eyes burned but he had closed his eyes on time. There was no damage but all he could see, for now, was white. In a burst of power, tall, towering, sharp spikes shot out from the ground. Quick, jagged, and huge. It's hard to remember that there is so much earth under the surface which would make feats like this possible. Entire terra-ecoystems were being played with just at the hands of a little boy. These spikes then became squid-like tendrils and swung around the air and above the ground, weaving past around Thy, and just as crazy around him. Tendrils spun around him in a protective, living armour. He spun the tendrils crazily, hoping to kill the being.

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Dara was deep underneath the ground but she was not uncomfortable. Her brother made it so if need be, she could live there long enough, save for hunger and thirst. Dara was safe, and her location was completely unknown, yet her mind was powerful and encompassing. It sought for the insectoid being that was somehow stopping her Stone Army. Dara's mind sensed the soul of the being and realized that it was human. Unbelievable. So much pain... so much anger....

ENOUGH. IS. ENOUGH.

Dara's mental blast was piercing and strong, and she knew it had an effect on the insect. It was dying.

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...What is this!? Gershwin felt a sense of pain, the likes of which she had never felt before. It was agonizing, and it felt like the pain was getting worse but her powers were not getting any strong. She was failing. She was falling. The towering, disgusting mass that had held off the Stone Army for so long was struggling and her strength and durability was now being overtaken by the massive number of soldiers.

Gershwin screamed her insect-like, monstrous scream, but there was a hint of human in that cry for help that begged someone to save her life.

[User]
There were many advantages to Cody's disability, to his lack of sight, just as there were many disadvantages. One advantage was that his hearing was greatly enhanced-even with his slight ability to see, Cody's hearing was just as, if not more so, advanced as any deaf persons. This was, quite easily, due to his powers. As was his heightened sense of touch. Whatever it was, it was what saved his life. The whistle of earth coming towards him, the woosh of air on his skin… it all let him move, all let him know where something was coming at him, and Cody engulfed his own body in light, hardening it to make an armor, he mimicked Thy, creating tendrils of light, like whips, to slash out about him.

Even as he prevented himself from being skewered, Cody was moving towards his destination, and yet not once did he make a move against The boy, preferring instead to leave him. He didn't want to have to kill him… but if he had to… if there really was no other way… he'd have to.

And he knew he wouldn't be the same person if he did have to do it.

He continued, and he flinched at the scream. "Gerswhin… " He whispered, hearing her voice in it, and he charged forward, covering distance easily, propelling himself forward using light, making great bounds.

"Gerswhin!"

He shouted, his voice echoing, projecting it in that sometimes magical way he had. He wouldn't leave Gerswhin… he couldn't lose her, not after everything. She was perhaps the only one that understood what he'd… they'd been through. He didn't want to be alone again.

He landed, with a crouch, bowing his head slightly, and breathing hard. He looked up, looking for Gershwin's light, looking for the steadily familiar Caits. He stood, raised his head.

"Gerswhin!"

[Assistant]
Gershwin was in pain but there was no mistaking that her powers were not helping her in storming through it and making her stronger. Why had her powers activated before when she had nightmares? Her dreams showed a being that was so like her but was different in so many ways - everything that Gershwin was, except the very concept of her existence flipped and it was coupled with every evil manifest for pain, disease, all that is not good in this world.

What little did Gershwin know was the more pain she took, physical or mental, in any way at all, it is not through sheer will via her powers that she lives; it is bringing out her other side. If Cody was the Angel, Gershwin was the Devil... But if Gershin was the Angel... this was the Devil.

Gershwin's mind broke slowly but surely until she gave out... and in her place was her counterpart. Pure pain and terror.

The insectoid form she had taken grew back, stronger, tougher, uglier, and it began to tear through everyone. Gershwin had rage before, and was single-handedly responsible for the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands. This was an even more ruthless version of her manifestation. It did not stand her ground. It ravaged through everything, pouncing and flying, spitting and gnawing, grabbing and piercing and tearing. It played with the Stone Army like toys, and it had no confines, no inhibitions, no reservations on attacking whomever and whatever.

Cody was there to watch, and from behind him, a giant, enormous, hectare-sized hand made of stone was crashing down onto him. The thing that's replaced Gershwin saw the hand... and leapt for it.

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Cody was never too sure what Gerswhin looked like, when forces turned her into her monstrous forms, never quite able to perceive the forms... but he knew her light, so distinguishable to him, from all the others, often fluctuated, going brighter, stronger, or fading and causing him to worry. He never saw the world as anyone else did, and never really knew how to perceive things with his sighted abilities. Often, it was intuition. But he was, despite everything, human. Even if some percentage of his DNA wasn't… he was still susceptible to… humanity.

But he could see the destruction around her, he could tell that a lot of damage had been done because of the twins… and Gerwshin, never able to really control herself in these monstrous forms, had done the rest. Yet Cody didn't think any less of Gerswhin. He knew that she was a good person, and that every time this happened to her, she seemed to gain a little bit more humanity… at least, it seemed to him.

She always came to his rescue, when he needed it the most.

Thoughts of Caits distracted Cody for a few seconds, wondering where she was, and hoping she was safe. As Gerswhin sprang towards him, Cody wasn't afraid, instead he ducked, rolling out her way, as she went flying towards the hand. He came onto his feet, looking about wildly for a moment, searching for the signatures of the twins. It shouldn't be quite so hard, what they were would affect their light in his eyes. If they were underground… Cody knew that would be hard to perceive, but he was ready for them.

And now he knew he had no choice. He had to take them down.

Even if it destroyed him.

[Assistant]
The form that was Gershwin quickly destroyed the earthen hand with ease with its razor claws, yet it was quickly replaced with another hand right behind Gershwin, hoping to crush the being in between. Thy's control of the earth was amazing and fast - unlike everything people have seen about giants in movies, moving all slow and sluggish. They were blindingly quick.

Clasped in between two fists, the monster sprouted huge tendrils and extended its carapace, like those of a sea urchin.

In the meanwhile, Dara's mind, whose body is hidden and protected deep beneath the earth, sought out the light being's mind, hoping to "grab" it and pull away the being's literal soul out of his body.

[User]
Slowly, in a steady trickle, Cody could feel his energy being sapped. He wasn't truly worried, as long as he had contact with light, he'd be fine. He wasn't foolish, however, he knew that that meant one of the twins was attacking him in a vicious mental assault, and he turned his mind to that.

Light began to flow over his hand, in a thickening glove, before rolling into a ball. She'd be in the ground, her brother would make sure that she was safe. So he'd just have to go to her. He struggled against her mental assault, knowing that it was only his abilities that were keeping him from being ripped apart.

"Don't make me do this" He whispered, before he slammed his fist into the ground, unleashing the stored up energy of the light, the power of it, into the ground. He did it again and again, tears stinging his eyes, as the pain grew steadily worse. He shook, shuddering against each impact, tears rolling down his cheeks freely after a moment.

He knew what he could do.. What he could do to put an end to this… but there were too many innocent people around… he couldn't do it…

"Please… "

He continued his assault, knowing he would until his dying breath. Even if it was only a few seconds away.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 35

Birthday: February 29

Blood Type : B-

Height: 8'2"

Weight: 398 lbs

Measurements: I have no idea how this part works.

Likes: Exercising, Horses, Large hats, Text books, Non-fiction books, Vegtables, Working, Pharona

Dislikes: Cosmetics, Scratchy clothing, Candy, Cars, Explosions, Fire

Parasite/Living Weapon: Pharona: A Remote Parasite that forms itself as a little girl on top of the giant, she stole part of Angus's brain to bond with each other. Pharona must keep constant contact to the head at all times, it can be touched from any point of the small body, but Pharona prefers to sit on Angus's shoulders as it is much more comfortable for her body. For being able to live on his shoulders and feeding her, she is able to give the body an immense amount of growth and muscle generation once combined and making the body extremely agile and flexible making his size deceptive for opponents. She controls Angus's body completely, but Angus can have control of his own body whenever the two aren't fighting. If they would ever be inside of a fight, Pharona and Angus switch between controls to do rather devastating combos.

Apperance:

Biography: Living inside of the Canopy Kingdom, he was always a rather large kid when growing up through his life. However, it wasn't the muscles that made him large, it was actually his fat that made him so big. An easy target for kids to laugh at him at a young age, Angus tried everything to make him lose weight from weight loss pills to becoming a vegan. However, nothing worked for him making the ridiculed boy depressed for several years, even dropping out of school.

When he reached the age of eighteen, his parents as a last ditch attempt to get him out of his depression as nothing seemed to be working, his own personal gym. They set up the rather expensive home gym just for their son and tried to push him to get out of his deep depression. He never used it, making his parents give up on trying to get him to leave his deep sadness. Leaving the house to figure out if they could return the home gym, they were involved inside of a fatal car accident by a random drunk driver hitting them from the side, instantly killing both of his parents. After hearing the news, Angus had decided to use the home gym in honor of his parents and not letting their lives go to waste.

Several years later, Angus is now 25 with his birthday the next day, he was a changed man. The fat that had been retained had become slimier, but it still remained under the fat. However, under that fat was pure muscle that made him able to lift and carry most things than any regular person could ever hold! Later in the day, he was outside ready to get some groceries to celebrate his birthday until in the corner of his eyes saw something stir the trashcans. Curiosity gripped the man, and he peeked his head around the corner to find two large men wearing suits stuffing something that was muffled and squirming into the bag. He immediately knew what to do, grabbing a nearby trashcan lid, Angus quickly threw the disc towards one of the men to hit one directly in the head, immediately knocking the fiend out. The other man, quickly realizing what was happening pulled out his gun, and started firing upon Angus giving time for the squirming thing get out of the bag. Angus ducked behind some trash, but soon realized that the creature they were shoving into some dirty bag was a little girl, and that further enticed him to punch that guy shooting at him. The loud gun shots of the pistol were soon replaced by clicks and Angus knew what to do at that point. Quickly, he ran up to the man and sucker punched that man right into the jaw, leaving his body to slam into a nearby wall and collapse. Angus was finally done with those thugs and looked upon the little girl staring at him with wide eyes, the large man was about to say something to the little girl, but she suddenly latched onto his face with surprising speed and Angus blacked out on touch.

The large man soon found himself waking up on his bed, his head feeling like it was splitting into two while something else was stabbing something into his eye. Angus was thinking if that heroic act was all in his mind produced by drinking? He never drank alcohol that night, however, but when he tried to rub his head, he touched something. Angus quickly screamed, which also made his mind scream like an actual little girl. Angus looked up to see that the little girl he rescued was latched onto the back of his head... After several hours of explaining as her voice echoed through his mind, this entire thing was insane. Several days after staying inside of his house, Angus finally accepted the fact that he now had to share his body with some parasite that took apart of his brain... His life is kinda messed up at the moment.

Special Attacks/Blockbusters:

Iron Thighs(Level One) - If within grabbing range, Pharona commands the body to jump and grab the enemy's head between his thighs. He then squeezes his thighs together and causes moderate damage and smashes them into the ground leaving the enemy dazed for one second.

Running Man(Level Two) - Angus goes into a mad dash, anyone in the path takes a large amount of damage and are thrown into the air. However, if blocked, the damage will be low but will still be thrown into the air.

The Full Workout(Level Three) - Pharona and Angus control the body in sync to create a devastating combo. Angus suddenly tears out a large piece of the ground starts to smashes it against the enemy repeatedly until it is only rubble. Pharona takes control and jumps high into the air, the massive body weight speeds them down and the body points the large knees towards the enemy and directly lands on top of the person, crushing them completely.

[User] "No," Ash responds, simply enough "We might dump him in a dumpster and go flower shopping." she continues with a dreamy smile, already hoisting Liam over her shoulder. Ash turns around, and scans the crowd for Gale, until she finds her feral companion standing in front of a tall man in a onyx tuxedo, how strange. Ash begins to walk forward, but pauses when she senses Rorschach's attention shifting from that Jane girl, to a little girl standing at the large man's feet 'What is that?' Ash asks Rorschach, who says nothing. Nervously, Ash tip toes through the crowd, until she's standing behind Gale, looking down at the trio, as disgruntled Ferals and Dagonians press past the trio "Come on Gale, we're going to dump our Egret friends in a dumpster somewhere in the Meridian, then get more flowers!"

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Morgann

After walking around for hours now, Morgann's heels were killing her. It was not a good idea to go out for a stroll in these golden stilettos, but there weren't any other shoes that would quite match the entire outfit, and she always wore at least some part of Magnolia. Not only were all of her weapons in there, but her wallet, her money, and all kinds of goodies. It was easier having all of the necessities conveniently stored within your suit's never-ending "body", and that was exactly how she liked it. In past incidents, those who had attempted to mug Morgann and threaten her through physical contact found their bodies full of either holes for her tommy gun or wound up as a snack for the suit. She had no problem with causing physical harm to thieves or, to be honest, anyone that even looked at her wrong. She simply didn't.

As she waltzed herself closer and closer to the circus, she also became closer to the country's coast. Walking along the bay and adjusting her mask each time the wind moved it even an inch, she noticed a commotion going on a far distance away from her. It was quite a scene to take in form such a long ways away, and to be honest, she wasn't quite keen on what was going on. "What the hell?" she breathed through clenched teeth, shoving her hand into her coat and pulling a pair of opera glasses from within her coat. After fiddling with its burgundy handle for a few moments, she finally had it adjusted so that it would lock in place and took a look. It looked like some sort of ginormous figure holding up another...pedestrian, she was assuming, and to top it off, some other girl was running away. "Now why would she be running away?" the magician wondered while tossing the tool back into the coat, tapping on her chin as she thought of the possibilities. She narrowed her leafy green eyes as she stared out through the mask's white fabric before thinking, "No one runs like that unless they've got something to hide..." Her attention shifted from the fleeing passerby to the woman being held upside down. "But damn, no one gets held up by some big lug like that for no reason, either."

"Hold on tight," she murmured to her hat, whose multiple hands held onto her light brown hair from the inside. "From now on, I wear some sort of flats when I go out," she growled, dashing as fast as she could in these heels that she could towards the situation. Skidding to an abrupt halt, she stared up at what seemed to be a man who was a few inches shorter than her. She looked at his black cloak that covered him to the axe in one of his hands, grimacing. "What drab attire," she thought in a disgusted tone, clearing her throat loudly. "Excuse me," she announced loudly, tapping her shoe's tip against the ground. "What are you doing to this woman?"

Gale

Turning his attention from Pharona to Ash, Brandy nodded and relinquished Gale's body back into its rightful owner's control, her entire body shuddering visibly from the abrupt transition. "Just going to toss him into a dumpster?" she whispered to her roommate, scuttling back up her tall form to rest on her shoulder. "Are you sure that this is the right thing?" she asked, before shaking her head, "No, you're right. The bosses wouldn't like us throwing this trash at their feet." Curling up on the Gigan's shoulder, she yawned and stretched her small wings before uttering a small, "Let's go."

[User]
Upset that some random stranger had dared to break the normal order and intrude upon his doings, Grumm whirled around. The clockwork arm flashed by, easily forty pounds of solid metal thrown in a vigorous slap that could have dislocated Morgann's jaw had it connected. Fortunately, the savage blow fell short, and when he saw that it had, Grumm spewed forth a spray of bile that created a miniature miasma between the monster and the magician. While he didn't speak, punctuating his attack with an angry sputtering noise instead, the message was clear: back off.

Grumm then turned away, with no reason to believe that a simple civilian would persist in the suicidal act of provoking an undead armed with a Living Weapon. A flick of the mechanical tentacle whose maw was holding Halte aloft flung the former pirate in the ghoul's direction. With practiced efficiency not completely offset by the sorry state of his body, Grumm brought his axe up in a cruel diagonal arc meant to cleave the incoming Halte in two. At the last moment, however, Halte brought her boots around so that they were facing Grumm, and from their soles twin blasts of water gushed forth. They splashed against Grumm's face, disorienting the creature and slowing down Halte's fall enough to avoid the headsman's weapon completely. Immediately after, Halte landed with both feet planting on Grumm's face, causing him to grumble in protest. Before he could grab her, however, Halte kicked off, flipping through the air to land twenty feet away in a spray of mist.

The next second, Grumm leaped into the air, hissing like a sick cat. More noxious bile spewed from his face as he sailed toward his target. Halte steadied herself before raising a leg and slamming her boot into the ground, causing a jet of water to erupt from the marble beneath Grumm as he landed a yard away from her. Beneath her mouthpiece, Halte smiled grimly, only to cry out in pain as her foe dealt her a crushing hydraulic punch. She staggered away and collapsed to the ground, holding her stomach as if her guts had been liquified, her vehement curses lost in a wave of furious static from her mouthpiece. Though sopping wet and even more flustered than normal, Grumm had executed his Rot Wrecker without more than a split-second's delay. Only a few seconds had passed, but it already seemed that the duel had been decided.

[Assistant]
Pharona smiled brightly as Brandy took the coat, even though Angus could see the hesitation when he took it, the large man always wanted to help people even if they did not really want it. Angus kept his gaze upon the downed Egret solider, feeling like these people did not really have to put so much pain upon the Egret and so much ridicule. However, Pharona on the other hand was having quite the time of her little life as she had managed to meet up with several parasites, but one of them had even offered for the two to come with them on their adventure! This made her feel all warm inside and quickly asked permission for Angus to see if they could actually go with the two. "Angus! Brandy just asked us to come with them! Can we please go with them! I want to just continue this amazing day!"

"Well, even if I said no. I bet you would ignore me anyone and follow them," mumbled Angus within his own head which only hurt Pharona as she did actually respect and care for him... Most of the time.

"Hey, I think your opinion still matters, and if you don't want to go, we don't have to. I think I have had enough exposure to Brandy to have this day as pretty successful." Angus smiled slightly at the thought of leaving these strange people and going back to their daily lives, but he could not abandon this victim to these parasites and he must follow them to see if they don't merciless murder him or something similar in that manner.

"No, we can go with these people. I just need to keep a watchful eye upon the solider, and I hope that you will understand if they try to further hurt this man. I will have to intervene." Pharona thought about the proposition and nodded to it, she knew that these people were good and wouldn't murder someone. Even if they have different beliefs than them. The little parasite girl used the massive arm to tap the shoulder of the the curled up Gale and started to say something, "I think we would be delighted to join you and the merry entourage of strangers! Also, if you were wondering, my name is Pharona!"


[System]
UserName: Lucius Cypher
Age: 19

Mageblood type: Lues

Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy

Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood.

Race: Narsea Human

Appearance:

Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan.

But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself.

That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it.

Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him.

Good Attributes:
Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency.
Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles.
Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed.
Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important.

Bad Attributes:
Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you.
Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best.
Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation.

Secret Word: Rebirth

Rewards: Stealth Ring

[User]
☆ Helena ☆

Helena looked between Henri and pretty much everyone else in the carriage and rolled her eyes some. She understood Henri pretty well. The two of them were very much alike in a lot of ways. She figured that if Athalus didn't have Lyn to think about, he'd probably like Henri a bit more. The three of them weren't all that dissimilar after all. But Lyn was there, and whether Henri was actually interested or not didn't matter, because Athalus had already decided he couldn't be interested.

"Or how about we all stop ganging up on Henri," she sighed, looking over to her friend seated not that far away. She gave him a playful little wink and a smile that let him know she was on his side. She understood what the other's were saying as well, but that didn't mean that they had to be so rude to him. He obviously had had experience in the past, where most of them probably didn't in the same way.

[Assistant]
Leith Calder

"I think you'd have to be crazy to not be excited," Leith answered E'nasha's question with a smile. "Or a resident, I guess," he added thoughtfully. It felt strange to be going to Shimmerstone. Even though the college and all their inhabitants were welcome at the capitol city, they still had students that either had a taboo Blood, or was a vampire, or... Leith glanced at his hand, tainted demonically. Hopefully they didn't run into anyone that held the values of Eania as close to their hearts as some people he had the pleasure of meeting.

He shook his head of dark thoughts and made sure his had was covered by his cloak, now sporting another patch. Satisfied, he turned to Ssarak's question. "I don't know, really. Maybe we could see what they have for entertainment here, or find some food." He glanced at Helena, the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. "Play some games." He decided to learn how to fight better than he could about three months back and sought out Althalus. Turns out the man had been training some of the other fellow students, and now he had a test in mind for their time in Shimmerstone, and it's turned into something of a game. One that he intended to win.

Leith glanced over at Henri. The man had the unfortunate luck to be seated next to Lyn, Althalus and Alaira, and because he was an unknown, that immediately made them protective of the hybrid, and while not necessarily hostile towards Henri, definitely quite heated towards him. Leith chuckled to himself before turning to E'nasha. with a smile. "So where's your shadow?"

[User]
Lyn, Shimmerstone

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Lyn fell into quiet thoughtfulness at Henri's conversation, though she nodded at E'nasha's question. Her eyes switch back to the city, noting its wonders and busy atmosphere woven through its streets. People from all walks of life tread here without a care. Thankfully they would be spending most their time among the common people rather than the diplomats. Unlike Lidda. At the thoughts of the vitamancer teacher, her eyes lifted upward and spotted a dark bird flying around the city. It was a raven. She recalled Lidda had traveled ahead of the carriage to connect with her father a few weeks back.

 "Really? I would love that!" Lyn nearly squeaked in her enthusiasm at the notion. Then she caught her mother's raised eyebrow and clashed her hands over her mouth, silencing it.

"Sorry," she managed to say in a more appropriate tone.

She had missed Alaira's kick at the bottom of Henri's seat, but she did catch the comment, "I've never known you to be completely silent about what you felt was wrong, Alaira."

Her attention focused more on the festive going on around them than inside the carriage. Gradually it came to a stop as she made her way onto the cobblestone street. The streets were so busy with life that she couldn't help but stare, her eyes drawn to the activity so familiar to her. Her thoughts were broken by her father nearby causing her to spot him near the wall. She smiled a bit. Her feet cut down the distance between them while she leaned over, giving him an affectionate peck on the cheek before noting her mother wasn't beside him.

Before she could comment on it, Helena's word came to Henri's defense. Lyn noticed the wink exchange and her gut churned a bit. She wondered if there was something between them. Not wanting to dwell on it, she moved toward the carriage where her mother was located. She stepped up high enough to peer in through the carriage window. Marya appeared to be just daydreaming causing Lyn to speak up.

 "Mom, everything alright?"

 "Um?" Mar said then faced her, seeming to slip out of her trance, "Yes, it is. I'm sorry, I was thinking about something. We've arrived?"

 "Yeah, need help out?"

 "No, I can do it," Carefully Mar began to exit out of her side, standing now by the carriage. Her arms crossed over her front slightly defensively while she approached the group.

Naturally, Lyn looked at her father.

 'She alright?' Lyn mouthed to him when mother's back turned away.

[Assistant]
Since their return from Djarkel, Annabeth has been training with Helena and Athalus. And nothing sexual either; while Annabeth still has regular contact with her lovers, she had been putting those off for legitimate training. Honing her skills and agility to be better prepared to face off against the creatures the college tends to pit against their students. Of course Annabeth in general has also tried to patch up her life. She felt that maybe she had gotten too... Eager with all her relationships. Not that she regrets any or intends to cut them off; but perhaps she had spent too much time playing around and not enough actually improving her skills. She had let her vices get the better of her. Slowly, she was trying to change that.

Annabeth rode alongside the carriages on her trusty steed Samson. Ever since their cooperation dealing with the roc, Annabeth and Samson had gotten to know one another better and they both improved. Using her magic she was able to train Samson to be quite a war horse; his strong body and great endurance was great when running from or towards threats, and his sturdy body would ensure that he can hold his own in a fight alongside Annabeth. Annabeth herself had also begun training her swordsmanship. She had mastered the basics but now needed to hone her skills to a more refine point; she can duel most people just fine, but when fighting monsters she needed to figure out what she was good at and worked on it. Thus she started to improve upon her agility and changed from a brute-force style of swordsmanship to a thrusting style; a mix between using a spear and a two-handed sword. And thus her weapon had changed from a regular longsword to an estoc; a thin but sturdy thrusting blade, like a heavy rapier. It's tip was sharpen for slicing but it's main attribute is to be a thrusting weapon capable of piercing armor or hides, or seeking out weak points in such things. While mounted it can also serve as a light lance.

Annabeth's armor had also chained from her heavy coat of plates to a lighter armored jacket. This time the armor was more evenly distributed over her body, making it easier for her to move around as opposed to having everything concentrated around her torso and turning into a more sluggish but enduring fighter. She still had a long way to go, but compared to before she had gotten much better. Annabeth's magic had also been improving; telepathy was much less of an issue for her now even when used over a long period of time and with multiple parties. She focused much on wide concentration spells allowing her to be more useful for others by becoming a mobile communication hub, as well s seeking out and detecting threats when she otherwise can't. Speaking of magic, Annabeth finally saved up money to purchase an enchantment for her sword. The enchantment itself makes her blade innately magical and thus more capable of harming her enemies and withstanding the strain of battle, but there was a specific enchantment that allows her to bypass magical wards and protection related to Psychomancy, so long as she cast her spell the same time her sword peirces the body. That should help deal with pesky people who actually have resistances to her magic.

None of which Annabeth actually brought, for better or for worse. They weren't in Eania for a quest but celebration. She couldn't help but feel excited; they were finally going to her homelands after all, and she already knows that she'll be meeting her family in the city for celebrations. She wanted to show off all her friends to them as well as show them her new abilities. It almost felt like years since she has seen her relatives and she wonders how much they've changed since she left. When she saw the city ahead, Annabeth couldn't help but ride ahead and get the scent of her homelands back. The smell of hot oil sizzling doughy goods in the sun, fresh fruits being served and sliced for customers, the strong aroma of butchered meat that roasts on a split, and the occasion dog dropping. Fortunately, Eania does employ street sweepers. As the rest of the college students arrived into the city Annabeth dismounted and fed Samson an apple. "Follow the others and be good, okay? I'll come back with treats." She said affectionately to her horse before giving him a peck on the snout and meeting with the others.

"Ah, smells like home. Welcome to Shimmerstone! Capital jewel of Eania, and my city!"


[System]
Long Term Character
Appearance:

She wears this headband (not the one seen in the pic)

Age: 14
Room: 2
Race: Human
Traditional Magic and Draconic Arts
Magic Specialty: elemental control
Rank of the Basic 4:
1) Water
2) Wind
3) Fire
4) Earth
Magic Affinity: Mental
Unique Traits: Ayaka tends to wear a headband that looks like cat ears.
Likes: Cats, Animals in general, learning new things, reading
Dislikes: obnoxious people tend to annoy her though she tries to hide that fact,
Personality: Most the time, if she isn't busy with something, Ayaka would more than likely be one of the first people to introduce herself to someone new. She likes to stay as organized as possible when it comes to school.
History: Growing up, Ayaka was most the time hanging out with friends or studying in her room unless one of the cats decided it was time to bug her, which happened quite often. She got used to the idea of her cats waiting until she was busy to demand attention since it seemed that's what they do. Her parents were always taking in stray cats either as their own or to later find a home for.
Pet desired: Frost Wolf named Rikami
Dragon Type Desired: Riding Dragon - Element Air (as for a picture, I don't have one yet)
Other: -Follow the rainbow?-
 Education Completed:

Independent Study Courses Completed:-currently enrolled in every independent course available for the semester-

[User] After Skotadi had told Thomas that she had wanted to be in Draconic Arts and he had given her the box, she looked through the boxes as instructed, she liked the idea of sentient, that way they were hers and hers alone which worked for her. As she hadn't even known that magic even existed and was still having a hard time with out all this talk about it was making her really confused and annoyed. She badly wanted to see the rooms, she didn't mind the fact that they started off light blue but she was going to change hers to either back or midnight blue if she could. Skotadi also wondered about the pet that she would choose and when and how she was going to get her wand, she thought about what it might look like. She doubted that she would need the phone or to get her equipment fixed as she was especially careful with anything that she was told or she thought that she would need. "Are we going to get our wands later then?"

[Assistant] She quickly sent back that she would like to do calligraphy and a musical instrument in future years. She replied to Lady Violetta smiling "I have plenty of time, and a lot of energy, I'll try my hardest to do everything thats thrown at me". "Also I don't think I ever want to leave", she laughed.

[User]
"I only heard about the independent courses for this semester. Not sure how many classes there are besides that...." Ayaka said. "I guess I'll just fill out this form as best I can." She started filling out the form as she spoke. Or at least tried to. Thinking about what Lady Violetta's answer to her question about joining the Exploration Team, Ayaka thought that taking every Independent course would be worth it. The problem was how many classes would be on top of those 5.

Then there was the question asking what Independent courses that they'd like to take. It was great that Violetta was trying to give them options in all, but Ayaka really had no ideas on not only courses she'd like to take, but courses this school already teaches as core curriculum. "I'm guessing we just ask Lady Violetta, I can't fully complete this form without saying something stupid..."

[Assistant]
Elizabeth as well opened her laptop, in order to answer the message she received. She read through the message with a small smile, slightly mischievous. She would answer the questions by number, in order to keep things simple.

Thank you, Lady Violetta, for taking the time to craft us this message.

1. I would prefer one long table.

2. Per my desired profession, it is necessary to take all five of these independent courses, so I would like to take all five.

3. I would like to take all available independent courses in the future.

4. I would like to begin running my own country after I graduate.

Satisfied, Elizabeth pushed send.

[User]
Thomas smiled as he did his best to explain everything.
"Your wands are in your room. Any other questions?" Thomas asked.

 Lady Violetta typed back to Desirae
-You might want to start your Independent Classes now because each Semester more will be added.-
Lady Violetta responded to next Note.
-Elizabeth, will you be in Traditional or Draconic or Both? Running will be included in Physical Training.-

"If I heard right... There are seven levels here, independent courses- I'd assume five because then you would have one Monday through Friday- and then there are summers courses and more!" Mystique spoke in awe.
"It will take a lot of years so I am going to take everything as it is offered. Lets ask Lady Violetta together since I might be able to use her answer as well."
Mystique began working on her PLTs assignment.

[Assistant] Skotadi was thankful that her questions were finally getting answered and decided that she might as well ask everything else that she had wanted to," Yes actually, firstly, where in the universe is this place? Secondly, how does the portal in the painting work? Thirdly, what happens if you haven't had any experience in magic or is that okay? Lastly, how does the sentient work? Okay, I think that's all." She wasn't sure that Thomas could answer all of her questions but she was extremely curious.

[User]
"You are not in the Milky Way Galaxy. This is a new galaxy called The Bridge Mix Galaxy.
Most people have a Magical Core but can't activate it. The Painting is Spelled in such a way that it seeks out Magical Talent or untapped Magical Core in people who sees the Painting then does its best to pull you through the picture.

You will be taught all that you need to know and no one has done magic before coming here.
Everything has been Spelled and given a bit of life as well as a set of rules." Lady Violetta spoke to Skotadi.

[Assistant] Okay and can I change my independent classes in the future to all of them please?, she replied to Lady Violetta.

[User] Skotadi listened carefully to what Lady Violetta said but still didn't understand very well," Thanks but I'm still not too sure about it, I'll understand more as I go along though," she then thought for a moment while she tried to figure out how she had heard her question from that distance but then she figured that she would probably find out soon enough. The more Skotadi found out the more comfortable she became.

[Assistant]
-You can change to that right now if you want to.- Lady Violetta spoke to him.

-All knowledge comes from both experience and bookwork. - she spoke to Skotadi.

[User] "Of course we can ask her together." Ayaka continued with filling out the form they were asked to fill out. She'd planned to maybe type the question to Lady Violetta, but Mystique needed the answer too, so she decided not to. "You think we can just get up and walk over to her?" she asked remembering how things went with both life and Shermie earlier and the fact that they never really got a set of rules they were expected to follow.

[Assistant]
Mystique thought for a minute then spoke.

"We aren't exactly interrupting a lecture or anyone so should be all right.... I think. Let's try it."
Mystique got up and gathered her courage. She looked at Ayaka and smiled.
"Let's give it a try."

[User] "Sure" Ayaka smiled back at her and got up herself. She started walking over to where the headmistress knowing Mystique would most likely be following. She hoped this wasn't the wrong thing to be doing right now.

[Assistant]
Jak awoke with his face in the pizza which was odd and he was quite embarrassed but as he awoke he guessed that they were actually applying for the actual independent study or normal courses.

"Lady Violleta I actually really want to take Arcaic Languages so I have made my decision and I will make sure that I will study a lot and work my hardest,"

Jak said as he wiped the pizza sauce off of his face then continued.

"And could I study the language of Divine and Infernal beings if I take this course Lady Violetta?"

He asked with a small smile on his face because he thought if he could it would be really neat to confuse people in class even though he already knew the Demonic tongue he wanted to study the Infernal tongue as well.

[User]
Irena didn't take too long to answer this as she had most of it in her mind

 1) A long table is fine

 2) Archaic Language (Will make my own). Auras. Basketry. Caligraphy

 3) Maybe something related with shapeshifting yes?

 4) Probably going to left out to explore the world, maybe... maybe, become a leader of a small group.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth typed back to Lady Violetta:

I intend to take both traditional and draconic magic.

[User]
Mystique followed Ayaka to where Lady Violetta was and waited while she was typing into the PLTs.

Lady nodded at Ayaka and Mystique while ignoring Jak's outburst since she had her hands full.

-When you do your laguage, be sure to work with the Autobot and give it a name. It will spell your own language. Shapeshifting is a class that you will be taking in the future. Keep thinking on your career. Take what you can.-

-Elizabeth, thank you. Please note it in the PLTs.-

She then turned to Ayaka and Mystique.
"How may I help you?"

Thomas walked over to Jak when he called over to Lady Violetta.
"Jak, it is better if you want to talk over something with another person, go to that person. Otherwise it would be considered rude.
 Divine and Infernal are Archaic Languages but you must think about what would happen if someone found your personal books. But theoretically you could choose one of them. You would have to talk to the Autobot assigned to you about the language."

[Assistant] "um Lady Violetta? Can we ask a question?" Ayaka asked the headmistress when they got to her. "I'm confused about the question asking what independent courses we'd like to take in the future, but I have no clue what to put there. And I think we're both wanting to know how many classes we'll be taking on top of the independent courses we choose."

[User]
"Yes?" Lady Violetta smiled.
"There are 7 levels and I hope to be able to offer at least 5 independent study classes each level. I have a few for next level but I wanted some input from all of you. These classes will enhance your skills in one way or another as well as earning the extra credits for your career.
 After I finish making the list of possible careers, I will have a list of suggested classes for each one. I will keep it updated as I add classes."

[Assistant] The answer somewhat helped her. At the very least, Ayaka should be able to finish filling out that form now. "You said that all of them would be helpful for a career in exploration?" She just wanted to double check she heard Lady Violetta correnctly earlier. Ayaka wondered if Mystique still had another question and looked over at her in case she did.


[System]
Stella Herbalem

Character Quote:"Beware the most beautiful flower, as it might be the most deadly."

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Character Summary
Aliases:Flower Girl, Star, Stella-Bella
Age: 12
Birthday: March 20th, 2008
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Berkeley, California
Godly Parent: Demeter
Cabin Number: 4
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: N/A
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, some Spanish

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Appearance
Height: Currently 4'8"
Weight: 85 Lbs
Body Type: Skinny but healthy
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One piercing in each ear lobe.
Personal Style: Stella likes to keep her hair nice and long, and she usually has it loose, but she will braid it sometimes when she's working in the gardens. She tends to wear easy to wear clothing, jeans and zip up sweaters the most, casual clothing. She hasn't really found too much of a personal style yet, as she is a twelve year old girl, but she does like wearing more 'earth tones' or things in green that match her eyes.

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Psychology
Cheerful* Spacey * Friendly * Sheltered * Optimistic *Impulsive

Sexuality: Unknown, she's twelve and not sure yet
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Stella is overall a very bubbly young lady that honestly has nothing but good and happy thoughts for the world. Part of this is because of her upbringing and her fathers influence on her. This has led to her being a bit sheltered about some things, like some of the issues of the world, as well as issues that might arise from being what she is. However, overall, she is a cheerful and spunky young girl with bright eyes and a happy smile.
Fatal Flaw: Excessive curiosity: She is too curious about the world and sometimes it can get very distracting, as she will wander off, her head being in the clouds (according to her fathers.)
Habits: Chewing on her nails, skipping over cracks, whistling when gardening.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, reading, and hopscotch.
Fears:
* Fires
* Homophobes
* Pure black darkness

Likes:
* Strawberries
* Tea
* Puppies
* Books
* Poppies
* Rain

Dislikes:
* Big felines (Lions, Tigers, ect.)
* Snow/ Frost
* Bullies
* Strong Black Coffee
* Horror Movies
* Baseball

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Chlorokinesis: As a child of Demeter, she has the ability to control plants, like accelerated growth and plant sensitivity.
* Karpoi Summoning

General Skills:
* Baking
* Gardening
* Reading
* Some knowledge of poison
* Sewing
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* Some self defense lessons
* Some knife lessons

Magic Item: * A seed packet full of flower seeds that never empties. (Gift from her mother.)
* Sickle from Demeter. (Helps her control her powers.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* (Less carried and more being followed by) Arbor, their pet plant wolf.
* Clothing - Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, stud earrings, necklace with a peace sign on it and a flower watch.
* Purse/Wallet - Backpack~
* Wallet- With a library card for Berkeley Library, $250 US Dollars, A Berkeley Bus Pass, A few gold drachma.
* Celestial Bronze Dagger, gift from her mother.
* Paperback books
* Photo album
* House keys
* Small makeup bag with a collection of normal seeds in it.
* Sewing Kit
* Stuffed Red Panda plush
* Cell phone
* Small otter plush

Possessions In Cabin:
* Extra clothing
* Tablet (Not really used.)
* Practice weapons
* Small planter of her more interesting plants
* Extra soft pillow from home

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History

Biography
Stella always was an unusual child from the time of her birth, as she had two fathers that loved her and one another very much so. They were rather quiet about whom Stella's mother was, always saying she was a surrogate that wanted to remain anonymous, and Stella was alright with that until she was twelve and things changed.

Stella was raised by her fathers, with both a wealth of information and plants around her, as one of her fathers was a professor of biology, and the other was a celebrated flower arranger, as a Japanese-American man. It was still clear that she was a bit odd, as she had attention issues, and she was always happiest when outside in the sun and among the plants, and talking to them happily. Her fathers never saw anything odd with it, and encouraged her more.

Things started to change as she got a bit older and entered middle school, and she started to notice more and more weird things. Like creatures that others didn't see, and that people were following her. Her fathers assured her that she was alright, and nothing was wrong. It was only towards the middle of December that things changed drastically in her life.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Stella technically hasn't made it to Camp Half-Blood yet, but they are on their way there. It was half-way through the school year, and she was struggling a bit as usual with her ADHD and dyslexia when she caught the attention of one of her classmates. Around half-way through the year, the classmate introduced himself as a satyr, and told her that there was a camp she needed to go to. After talking with her dads she set off for the camp, on a grand cross country trip.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

Extra Information:
See previous Character for Sample
Favorite God: Hades and Persephone, followed by Freyr
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.

[User]
Michel Braun

Skill:N/A
Location:Camp Half Blood- Camp Forges

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Grimacing as he set his hammer aside, Michel stretched. "Nothing much, I just wanted to make something, but I can't quite get it right. Thinking of abandoning the project and starting another." He wheeled himself so that he was facing Lauryn. "What about you?"

Michel looked like he always did: jacket, white undershirt, blanket over his legs, a distinctly assholish demeanor that seemed to be temped down due to the exhaustion he must be feeling. He'd been trying to make a small sword, one he'd seen his dad make before: a kopis, one of those weird Greek-Egyptian hybrid weapons. But he gave up on it. Too much effort for sonething that probably wouldn't be that good.

Michel leaned back a bit, grunting and sighing. His limp legs were getting to stretched, he better adjust them. But he couldn't be bothered.

[Assistant]
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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Camp Store
Skills:

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Demetri nodded along as he was instructed on what to do by Lauryn. It seemed this would end up being only the top piece, but truthfully Demi didn't know what that even meant. Nevertheless he trusted her and her ability to make magic happen around a forge, watching the bronze closely until it began to glow a bright yellow with red hues surrounding it. It was then he was told to pull it out, as he carefully maneuvered the tongs and bowl over towards the mold and began to slowly pour it in, making sure it wasn't fast enough to splash nor slow enough to cool down before he was finished. His tongue stuck out as he concentrated on the task, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead until it was all done.

Demi wiped the sweat from his brow before placing his hand on his hip. Looking towards Michel who had joined them for a moment. "Well that's no attitude to have, and I should know… it's what I would do. Take a break, make something else and come back to it from a new perspective. Staring at something won't make it make any more sense, sometimes you gotta stand back to see the big picture before you can focus on the details. Ya know?" He gave the kid a cheeky smile of encouragement before turning back to Lauryn. "Granted I know nothing about forgin so what's next."

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Cassian Rudenko

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Location: Dining Pavilion
Skills:

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Cassian watched as they all walked away, dropping his smile and sticking his 5ongue back at Andy. He rolled his eyes and was about to go sit down when suddenly another person was by him. Pale skin, ginger hair, she must be a Weasley. Her accent was delightful however, and brought a genuine smile to his face. "I do have that talent I suppose. Not really sure why they were so annoyed, I was only saying what most others were thinking." He offered Janelle a shrug of his shoulders. "Names Cassian, and who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

Cassian's introduction was cut short as suddenly he felt a shift behind him as an Ares kid decided to give him a wedgie. Cassian's eyes flickered purple as he spun in place, hand grasping at his panflute and bringing it up towards his lips with a devilish smile. "No worries friend" He punctuated his sentence by playing a melodic sound, something one would attribute to faeries and weefolk. A jovial tune with a whirlwind of whimsy and mystery. When the playing stopped he held up a hand to his mouth "Oops wrong note"

Skills: Panflute Playing, Inducing Madness, Using his Magic Weapon.

Want to make Jace inflicted with Madness and have him strut around like a chicken.

[User]
Location: Woods
Skill:

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Andy wholeheartedly agreed with Arthur on his assessment of Cassian. That kid was weird. But she expected any kid of Mr. D would be weird. Mr. D was weird himself. She couldn't imagine what having him as a father would be like. She doubted her early life would have been any different though with how little the gods paid attention to their children most of the time. Nancy was speaking though. Saying that what she had to say was heavy, Andy didn't know what ralph meant, but she had seen Back-to-the-future once and knew that if something was heavy it was considered bad.

She tensed up. Half tempted to take the pause that Nancy gave as the excuse to leave. But she had been invited along by her aunt so she saw no reason to actually leave. Andy was glad she was holding Arthur's hand. Glad she had something to keep her grounded and from running to her aunt. She didn't want her aunt to die. Her free hand went and covered her mouth automatically. She turned and looked at Arthur wide-eyed.

Andy saw how Mads looked at her. The concern on her face. She wanted to run over and hug her aunt, which was saying something since she didn't do much hugging. But Mads asked exactly what she would have. Were there any more details? Anything that could make this not an absolute. Quest visions were mailable the could have many meanings.

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Location: Woods
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Niah wanted to collapse. Wanted to scream and cry and fight the universe. But she had been around long enough that Mads would fall into the Pit. There was no avoiding that. Apollo had shown up and maybe given them a lifeline, or maybe a trap. She wasn't certain. But she knew that if she were presented with the need to give the potion to either Nancy or Mads she would. She would take Jupiter's punishment to save them.

She sat down on the other side of Mads. Glanced at the kids standing just in ear-shot. And then turned to her best friends in the whole world. "Alright, how do we get her back after she falls in." There was no avoiding the fall, but it wouldn't be the first time someone had gone into the Pit and back out again. It wasn't easy. One didn't simply walk into the Pit.

[Assistant]
Location: The Dining Hall -> Divine Cabins/ Camp
Skills: N/A

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"Cabin 4 then, that's mom's cabin? Cool. I can't wait to see it and the other cabins! Everything here is going to be exciting and new!" Stella tugged on the straps of her backpack at that point as she dusted herself off. She was pretty sure she hadn't spilled crumbs all over herself, but with good sourdough toast once could never be too sure. She did smile when Jason said they would be joining them on the tour. So she would have three older campers there with her, taking her on their tour of the camp. She was so sure that everything would go well on the tour.

As they headed towards the cabins, she caught sight and smell off the strawberry fields. They smelled delicious, and she couldn't wait to get out and help with then. She knew that she was going to have a fun time helping with those. She looked over at her cabin and nearly squealed in delight. It was a beautiful building, with greenhouse roof and gardens on it. She already felt like she was halfway home at that point, and her grin only got brighter at that.

"That is so cool! I can drop my things off inside you said? Where can I put them? Any free bunk or are bunks and sleeping places assigned?" While she was waiting for the answer to that question she looked over to the tents and nodded. So that was where that Roman girl that had been a bit rude to Marygold earlier would be. She had a feeling she wouldn't want to head over there that often, to be honest.


[System]
* Age: 24
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Like so. She's rather short and youthful looking for her age, possibly due to her growth being stunted as a result of the Li-Ron family's "blood purity".
* Personality: A woman prone to wild mood swings, able to go from maniacally happy to deeply melancholic at the drop of hat. She has a tendency to act like a girl half her age during the former phases, bounding with energy and babbling and giggling a lot when she talks, and referring to her familiars as her "babies". What makes her especially childlike, however, is how cruel and self-centered she can be, caring only for herself and her "babies" whilst taking far too much pleasure in the misfortune and pain of others. Kalea either doesn't realize that other people have feelings or she simply doesn't care; why should she care about such pointless things anyway? She doesn't really see the value in others or their meaningless existence. Whilst she is far more concise and to the point during her depressive episodes than whilst she is manic, one thing she shares during both times is sheer intensity; once she focuses herself on something it is nigh-impossible to make her stop.
* Skills: The Li-Ron family are old money, possessing an inherited fortune that they surprisingly haven't completely squandered over the generations. If she needs to buy anything, Kalea can easily obtain the necessary funds.
* Abilities:
	+ Magecraft: The inheritor of the Li-Ron magic crest, Kalea is a powerful magus with an affinity for water and a specialization towards the use of familiars. Her magecraft mostly revolves around drawing moisture from the air and turning it into bubbles and streams of water; although due to her personality she's not averse to, for example, creating a bubble of water around someone's head to back it difficult to breathe, or sending out high pressure jets of water like throwing daggers.
	+ Mystic Code - Etheric Leech: A wicked looking dagger passed down through the Li-Ron family, eventually ending up in Kalea's hands. The blade does not exist in a physical sense, and thus it cannot cause actual wounds, but any living being it passes through has some of their mana drained and passed on to the wielder; if used over a prolonged period the target will become weaker as they are drained further and further, until they eventually and rather painfully pass away.
* Brief Backstory: Kalea is the scion of two old mage families, her ancestry including both the American Li-Ron family and a foreign family whose name has fallen into obscurity. The Li-Rons are in fact one of the oldest mage families of Redrock, and claim to be the most prestigious of them all, but their elitist and insular tendencies led to their family tree doubling back as they tried to maintain their pureblooded status. Generations of inbreeding began to take its toll, and by the time Kalea was born the various forms of madness her family suffered from had become infamous amongst the others. Despite this, despite the fact that they were generally regarded as embodying all the worst aspects of the old magi families, their age and knowledge led to them aiding in the construction of the Redrock Grail, and their heir becoming a Master in the war that was to come. Ever since her childhood, Kalea has been intensely prepared to represent the Li-Ron family in the war, undergoing special treatments and exercises to ensure that she would be the most effective Master they could produce. Despite how hardgoing her preperation was, she went through it all enthusiastically and full of glee, looking forward to the day when she would obtain the Grail and be granted her deepest desire...

[User]
Dialouge ❖ Colour❖ ✦ ✦

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❖ ✦ ❖Thought ❖ Colour

With an exhale of a breath, Archer looked forward as his fingers were released from the bowstring that had been drawn only moments ago. The sudden appearance of a fog emanating from another aggressor who decided to challenge Saber had announced their presence that they were one of the remaining two Cavalry Servants. It did not seem to suit Caster who would build their resources, so his guess was that the aggressor was the Assassin class. Despite this information, it did not shake his confidence with his own bowmanship, before he dematerialized himself as his position was exposed and began moving closer masking his presence in the process. A flurry of arrows had been fired...

Presence Concealment: C

To call it difficult for Archer to see through this fog wouldn't be a lie but it wasn't exactly correct either, for his eyes was capable of piercing somewhat through its magical nature even from the distance he was from the scene of the fight. Combined with the skills he had, it made such a thing possible for him to partially ignore abilities like this for him. But was that to be unexpected for someone of the Archer class? However, it was beyond normal means that made such a fog which had surprised him the least and made him wonder what its capabilities could do. It would take a moment for him to adjust to its potency but he'd be fine once he took the moment to do so, he was indeed curious about this Servant.

Clairvoyance: C+

In the meantime, the Servant was peskier to locate despite his own skills seemingly countering such a class. The fog was really doing a number on his vision as he focused on the duo that Saber was, looking for the moment to strike. Having summoned his two quivers that sat on both his sides during the earlier engagement between Saber and Rider, the ammunition was already created and easily attainable for whatever he decided to do with them. With him earlier tempted to help the Knight Class Servant in her earlier disadvantageous position, he saw himself as an opportunistic troublemaker that made his actions decided on whatever his whimsical nature brought. Having the perfect opportunity to individually take down the Masters that were earlier present if he chose to, but that wouldn't be fun would it? Besides, Saber would owe a favor to him for assisting in a time of need, a valuable currency in such an event and who said you couldn't make alliances?

Having the task of locating the aggressor in the fog was more of a game for Archer, his eyes still trying to get themselves accustomed to this magical fog, he watched Saber for the opportunity that would present itself if he guessed correctly the nature of the two Servants. Besides, there wasn't a better chance than now with what was happening that fulfilled the condition to his own skills to work at their best. Specialized in using the element of surprise to his advantage for a brief exploitation, the two conditions he needed to achieve were to have eyes on his target and for them to be unaware before using his abilities to their full extent. After entering combat, most of his capabilities would be reduced after entering initiative but who would know the difference?

Instinct: B++

With the opportunity of attack that he was waiting for eventually presenting itself as he expected. He understood the drawback of Presence Concealment, which had the requirement to materialize oneself for physical interference with the world causing it to decrease in rank. It gave the opportunity for his arrows as they soared through the skies aiming for the general area that he thought the servant was to be after their last action. The attack on Saber enabled him to locate that general area for him as the arrows he shot flew across the sky. With her bleching blood before getting herself up once again, she must be a really formidable foe as expected of her class container... The arrows themselves, accelerating far faster than Archer himself could make his way over there, a group of three arrows had targeted the area around Saber with some power behind it.

Strength: B

He made sure the first attack counted always even if they proved to be trickier to handle than others, he'd at least make it some sort of a challenge for the two of them. Making sure of his action would disrupt the battle and he aimed to separate the two parties from each other. His intangible form had already moved closer to the scene of the battle, he looked for another vantage point that was half-a-mile away from the area where he took his shots. He had no reservations to attack either party if they decided to continue such a battle, for it was entertaining for him but it was the long game that his eyes were focused on.

@VitaVitaAR@Raineh Daze@Crusader Lord@Rin

[Assistant]
Rider

"Good," Rider tersely replied. He had been quiet the entire trip home as well, and had not bothered to glance down at the girl once after their departure. When they arrived at her estate, he had ordered his chariot to hide itself within the premises but did not dismiss it. If there was one thing Estelle undoubtedly remained good for, it was her near-bottomless reserve of prana, and the longer his Noble Phantasm remained active, the more powerful it would become.

"When you step onto the battlefield, your sole concern should be victory and how you can achieve it. If you allow yourself to be distracted by fear, hesitation or thoughts better suited for more amicable surroundings, you will surely fail," Rider continued speaking as they entered her home.

"As we are now in such a place, however, I will ask: Is it true? The things she claims about your family and the Holy Grail," Rider closed the door behind him, his spear fading along with his armor. He was now wearing a blazer over a white button-up business casual shirt and black pants.

[User]
Estelle Varianbec, Master of Rider

Estelle frowned, her eyes narrowing.

"Of course not," the tiny girl said with a huff. She still didn't understand what Johanna Faust was attempting to do by saying such things. They were obviously lies. They had to be. Perhaps she was attempting to get her to drop out of the War? As if that would work. Estelle would never, ever give up. "My family didn't place me here simply to die. I was born to uphold their memory. Even if they're all gone... I won't fail. In fact, because they're all gone it's more important that I don't."

The white-haired girl nodded firmly to herself as she spoke. Her resolve, even after her moment of panic, had only become strengthened by explaining to her Servant why it was so important she kept fighting. A family she never got to meet had left her so much so she could complete her task. Her catalyst... everything. Failing would be failing the memory of the ones who were the reason for her existence. As such, Estelle wouldn't surrender. She couldn't back down. This wouldn't be a world where Estelle Varianbec failed her family. It would be one where she succeeded, no matter what.

"Whatever she was trying to do, it won't work!"

[Assistant]
Rider

"I suppose it wouldn't make much sense, would it?" Rider speculated, walking over to a large sofa and throwing himself back onto it. Rather crudely propping his black sneakers on the coffee table in front of it, he folded his hands behind his head. "Why sacrifice you to summon the grail if there aren't any living Varianbec's to make a wish once it's here?"

Needling his temple in irritation, Rider shook his head. "Bah, I hate magic. It's so pointlessly complicated."

Honestly, he couldn't imagine fighting for the grail under such circumstances if he were in her shoes. That is to say, if she was somehow supposed to die for it. "...What is your wish, anyhow? I don't think you told me."

[User]
Estelle Varianbec, Master of Rider

The moment Master and Servant entered the mansion, there were maids. Several greeted Estelle, but she waved them away. From that point they simply watched in silence, though several cringed when they saw Rider's shoes now resting on the coffee table. It seemed they couldn't hold back their dismay at such a sight.

Estelle, meaning, sat upon a large, rather fluffy armchair, that seemed to dwarf the tiny girl with its expanse. Needless to say, it seemed quite comfortable to sit upon, but the tan-skinned girl's expression was still rather sour. Tonight's course of events had irrevocably tainted her mood. She still didn't believe a single word that Johanna Faust had said, of course, but that didn't mean she would stop being angry about it any time soon. In fact, the falsehoods made her even angrier, but the anger at herself was still far greater.

"... My wish?" the white-haired magus hadn't been expecting such a question. For a moment, it took her out of her irritable mood. Her wish... Estelle hesitated for a few moments.

"... Once I've obtained the grail, I'll decide. I'll need to think long and hard about what my family would have desired," she said, finally. But deep down... was that really the truth?

Did she have a wish, or not?

[Assistant]
Caster
"Aaaah, it's just so gloomy down here! We really should decorate, Master. Maybe some more lights to start, and some flowers, and a cute little table for tea time!"

Caster had been pacing back and forth for a while now, unable to sit still. Her long, white hair bobbed about as she walked, the frills of her intricate dress swaying with each step as she glanced about the catacombs. Yes, it was way too dark and dank down here, and that wouldn't do at all. But she just knew that with the proper decorations and furnishings even this dingy rabbit hole could become a land of wonder, somewhere she and her Master and all the friends they were about to make would be able to have fun together. And of course, fun would include a tea party. Nothing would be more fun than a pleasant tea party with all her friends, after all.

...But that was getting ahead of herself. First she had to meet them all, and wouldn't that be wonderful? The very thought of it made her smile, and thus she was practically beaming as she skipped over towards Cassandra. Her Master was... Odd, to say the least, but she had to be a good person really deep down. After all, she was her Master, and that meant they were going to be the best of friends!

"Um... So the familiars saw, um..." Caster bounced onto a seat beside Cassandra, brushing back her hair as it threatened to cover her eyes. Her hands were somewhat notable, really, as despite how pale she was they were almost solid black and seemed to be segmented, almost like a doll's joints. For a moment, she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the familiars... It would've been a lot easier if she'd been allowed to send her own creations out to spy, but her Master had insisted on sending the rats out instead. Something about them being far less immediately noticable than anything Caster could produce.

"Aaah, so many new friends to make! Saber and Rider were playing together outside the church, but they were having so much fun Berserker wanted to join in too! But then Rider got bored and left, and... And then it suddenly got really foggy for some reason, and then... And then Archer used his bow on the fog?" Caster tilted her head in confusion, her long hair once more bobbing about. "Why would you do that? The fog isn't going to hurt you! What a silly billy!"

Giggling to herself, Caster leaned over towards her Master. "Anyways, it's time for tea! I demand blackcurrant flavour macarons!"