[System]
Note: The glasses are actually an accessory to look nerdier. She doesn't have any sight impairment.
"Learning from humans is not shameful, one can learn many things from observing nature."
Age: 24

Gender:Female

Height & Weight:166cm & Mind your own business.

Sexuality:Bisexual, with a dash of Zoophilic (if you consider humans as zoophilia, anyway)

CCG Rating: B~ (The CCG can't figure her out for their own good. Way too careful and erratic, with zero confirmed kills. Could potentially skyrocket to S, or SS even).

CCG Title: Honeybee

Mask:

Kagune: Her Ukaku Kagune actually resembles a pair of crystaline, insectoid wings, with jagged edges. Like most Ukaku, she can use these wings to shoot a shower of detached crystallized shards on targets. Compared to other types ghoul claws, it's very prone to break and chip away with use, and while she can wield it in close combat to cut targets with its razor sharp edges, it can't parry many blows in a quick succession.
However, Hana can actually partially manifest her kagune, in order to produce crystallized shards which can be wielded as easy to manufacture, easy to throw away scalpels. These kagune daggers can be easily concealed and produced and are versatile tools in addition to weapons that can cut ghoul flesh easily.

RC Type: Ukaku

Special Quirk: Gifted Intellect: Hana has the uncanny ability of being able to assimilate and interpret knowledge rather fast thus making her learning curve and intellectual prowess leagues ahead of the average ghoul. Hana didn't just conquer the barrier of literacy among ghouls, she steamrolled through it once she had gained a solid base thanks to her mentor. She mostly uses this ability to further her scientific pursuit, by devouring books and data like some ghouls devour tender infants, with special focus on medicine, for the forensic perks of easy access to corpses people won't miss, and in order to help other ghouls to heal. However, she is also equally able to devastate ghoul and human alike with her intimate knowledge of anatomy, her Ukaku speed and razor blades.

It is this precise trait why Hana is so hard to assess for the CCG. Her patterns of feeding and thought are very outside-the-box when compared to most ghouls as she often scavenges, or destroys the evidences after feeding. She is not above mimicking patterns of other ghouls to disguise her kills. More often than not, she also is fond of using other methods to kill rather than her kagune.

Personality: Hana is a firm believer of predatorial mimicry, and as such, she displays a sweet and coy attitude, always eager to please everyone around her. She also downplays her own skill and intelligence, and even calls herself in third person in a belitting manner. A coward in most direct confrontations, Hana would rather flee than fight, and humilliate herself rather than escalate the violence.

However, when the honey doesn't cut it, and people actually threaten or hinder her advances above an acceptable threshold, Hana proves to be quite the cunning bitch, taking a leaf out of the Art of War. She will respond to threats throughoutly and often in deceptive, ruthless ways. From kidnapping, to poisoning, and even goading the CCG to capture rival ghouls.

Hana believes in some sort of ecosystem balance between humans and ghouls, and as such she won't attack underdeveloped prey like children, and will sometimes tag and personally dispose of the rotten apples of the human basket. She also is a self-confessed lover of human literature and science, and she also indulges in quick, sporadic relationships with humans.

Backstory:

Most tragic stories about Ghoul orphans either involve faction wars or the CCG. In the case of Hana, it was just a freak car accident. There was no tension, no drama, no against. One day she was a lovely spry ghoul child, and the next day she had exited a car who was set aflame after dropping down a cliff, panicked, cold and relentlessly calling for help.

But no one came. Hana resigned herself to the fate. She learned quickly. there was no returning from that much damage and fire. They were dead. Life in itself was a fragile thing. That much, the child understood. Tumbling and wandering, she ended up congregating with a bunch of other kids. All orphans, and ghouls aswell. Safety in numbers. Upon being found by the old man, and after some time of hesitation, as she was at first untrusting of someone who would pick a bunch of lil' human chompers out of mere kindness, she was among the first to fall in line. She understood, that just like a parent cared for children, some ghouls cared for other ghouls at an species level, and she answered the old man's altruism with a healthy dose of her own, using her intellect to learn quickly and become a dependable older sister to others, in order to make the whole effort be more efficient.

However, to all things came an end, and when the old man suddenly disappeared, the group fell apart like a house of cards. Even though she advocated for sticking together, she eventually conceded in parting ways with the others. She quickly formulated a new route, a new life plan. She would use her memory and top notch academic skill to pursue a medical education (as the car accident still painfully reminded that even if ghouls were more durable than humans, their lives could also be extinguished easily).

But first, she needed a new sponsor... and while she was growing up quite nicely, she didn't think seducing a rich old man would be a viable possibility, because of the sheer low odds. However, an equally low odd happened before her eyes. A washed up backalley doctor, being assaulted by Yakuza.

Food, and sponsor in one neat package. Althought the medic had to be calmed at first, seeing as the teenager girl had just eaten a couple of yakuza in front of his eyes, he seemed to cave in to reason. He would teach her, a ghoul, medicine and higher education, in exchange for a little protection from both the mafia and fellow ghouls.

It worked for a time. Her double life did not take an excessive toll, she was getting good at this. She could even pretend to take a stroll into the 1st ward for bibliography without being caught. At worst, a wild goose chase where Investigators were always one step too behind, and laying down for a while.

But the doctor eventually died. Because sometimes, heart attacks kill people, not just ghouls. And Hana felt for the first time lonely and homesick. She then wondered what had happened with her colleagues...

Other: She currently has a backalley clinic in the 3rd Ward in which she treats humans and ghouls alike. Those humans who aren't going to make it end up as food. She has acquaintances in the 1st ward, and sometimes takes a stroll right under the nose of the CCG there. She keeps a cadre of "bed friends" both human and ghoul.

[User]
Rin

Her comforting seemed to have helped some bit at least, she was happy that she could be off help to someone at the moment. With a slight smile and blush on her face she looked up at Itsukiwi. He looked like he was in some kind of distress. Rin glanced around too just like he did and sniffed the air to know if there was anything dangerous nearby. She could faintly feel something, that was for sure. Itsukiwi than made the stupid suggestion to get Rin back to safety of the clinic. Rin lowered her head a little and looked a little mad at Itsuki.

"I'm not out here for myself you know... Do what you need to do."

He would probably get mad over the persistent twat but she did not care. She wanted to protect him from harm for as far as she could. She knew from the start he would get in the same kind of trouble as yesterday. She was prepared for something like this even if it would cost her something.

[Assistant]
Itsuki

Itsuki didn't reply, merely rolling his eyes in exasperation as he headed in the direction of the clinic, sparing another quick glance in the direction of the white clad individual he saw in the distance while Rin wasn't looking in order to be sure they weren't following the two. While he was confident he could deal with a single Dove easily enough, there was always the issue that it would only bring and more of the white coated bastards on them faster than you could blink, especially in this ward.

Luckily, the Dove didn't seem to pay them any mind, and thus he was able to relax a little, though not too much. Turning back to look at Rin, the two would head back to the clinic in silence, as Itsuki couldn't really think of anything to say. Words were never his speciality, even when he was younger, he usually showed how he felt through what he did rather than what he said. While he didn't necessarily mind the quiet, he figured from the girl's comment that she wasn't happy with him, and while he couldn't think of why she'd be angry with him at the moment([i]she wasn't this annoyed on the walk over here, so it couldn't be because of the fight. . . could it?[i]), he didn't want the two to leave this walk on bad terms.

"So . . . how've you been?"

Moments like this almost make me wish I was back in the 24th. At least there, I didn't have to worry about this sort of crap, just whether or not I'm about to get jumped when I turn the next corner.

[User]
Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

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In the end, the beast triumphed over reason. Hana watched as the new ghoul finally decided to snap and attack Takumi. It possibly was related because Takumi still smelled delicious, humanlike, and Hana herself would've been tempted to chew his succulent face off at times, had she not know the truth and was a tad feral like this woman who was attacking.

All masks had fell, and the pretenses of goodwill and politeness had tumbled down and crashed. Ghouls, in the end, were pitiful beasts, always prone to lash out answering their hunger. Unable to realize their potentials. Takumi was a gentle soul, one that had been forced to walk the path of ghouls despite being humans. Asoka had momentarily halted her desire to control to give this chance.

Only to fail.

Hana's Wrath was patent, as she sprung forth into action, the six Kagune knives she had produced earlier being tossed with surgical precision at the target. She had chosen only two weak points, having to eschew targetting the back of the neck due to how her target was moving. Even so, with her back turned at her, she would never notice how swiftly three shards embed deep into the base of each wing, with the intention of trying to damage the Kakuhous producing each of the Kagune's pieces.

But, that was far from Hana's action. No, that was just the opening of the attack, as Hana's Kakugan sprang to life, her Kagune bursting violently. With the speed of an Ukaku, she also sprung forth and lunged, her bee-like wings a sparkly blur closing the distance between her, and the struggling duo.

Bits and bobs of the pyjamas torso scattered everywhere, having the unfortunate consequence of partial nudity, but for Hana, nudity was just a human issue. Ghoul's skin was bulletproof, after all. Twin red eyes bore a hole in the skull of her target, a pronounced scowl full of disgust, and killing intent patent in her.

I had better hold back my most powerful attack a bit, lest I wreck the clinic or Takumi, although I have to resign to collateral damage. Anything less than .3 won't hurt this freak Her mind raced through calculations as she exhaled strongly...

...Unleashing a good thirty percent of her Kagune RC cells in a single attack eschewing even limits set by feral ghouls and usual common sense. The subsequent flechette explosion peppered Miyako's body, part of Takumi's and part of the clinic. It never hurt to use a strong double tap to be sure. If her opponent was a normal Ukaku ghoul, she'd be a hamburger by now.

But, alas, this was a kakuja who had sent Itsuki reeling.

"The nerve of some people! A-chan! Negotiations have fallen through!" Hana hollered. Others would have stood up and gloat, but not Hana. Her scowl now had an eerie feeling... It was similar to those of the Doves.

Please don't get up. Please stay down you freak


[System]
Erika Anne Dominique

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Birthday
August 26th.

Age
17.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Demisexual.

Relationship Status
Single.

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Basic piercings on ear lobes. Usually wears a pair of diamond earrings.

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Likes & Dislikes
Likes

•Fiction books
•Cats
•Her laptop (and the internet)
•Her friends

Dislikes

•Dirt/Anything dirty
•Insects
•Being alone/left out
•Loud people

Hobbies
•Reading books
•Writing poems
•Taking pictures
•Painting
•taking daily strolls

Habits
•Cleaning
•Reading until falling asleep
•Combing her hair from time to time

Fears
•Being alone
•Insects and other creepy crawlies
•Doing anything in public

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Personality
• Approachable • Tends to overthink • Clean • Crybaby •

Biography
Erika is a normal human. She likes doing arts and enjoys literature. She's been raised by her aunt and uncle her whole life and was treated as an only child. Erika is a straight A student in her school and surrounds herself with people who were like her; people who enjoyed taking pictures and reading books. She also spends most of her nights on tumblr.

Erika grew up with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). She wants everything neat and organized. One thing that's out of place will make her frustrated. Because of her OCD, she is described to be a perfectionist, which is slightly true, though she only wants everything neat and arranged. Whenever she can't do anything about something she wants to fix, she becomes frustrated and lets loose by crying.

Erika was an unwanted baby. Her mother never wanted to have a child but had one by accident. Because of this, her mother sent her to her Aunt Mary and Uncle Stew. She treated them as her parents and they treated her like their daughter. Erika never found out who her father was and she barely remembers her mother. Her aunt does not talk about her mom either and says it's for her sake.

Famile Members
Aunt: Mary Dominique Oak
Uncle: Stew Lowell Oak

Your Mahlimae
Three

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Relationships between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "Opposites do attract. We're a living proof."
• North pole and south pole in human form. They're close with each other but they sometimes get irritated with each other as well due to them being almost polar opposites. Though Erika isn't the most showy person when showing affection, it is very evident that she cares about Georgina, even if she doesn't arrange her school works alphabetically.

• Yuki Fuyuko
• "Probably the only person I can be with twenty four-seven."
• Erika treats Yuki like the sister she never had. She shares a lot of hobbies with Yuki and they bond mostly around books. Out of the group, Erika is the closest with Yuki as they seem to understand each other more than anyone else.

• Titus Omar Calloway
• "I don't hate him... I just don't like some things about him. Okay, I hate his tattoos."
• Erika isn't the biggest Toc fan. She doesn't like how he smokes weed and how he wishes to leave the town she grew up in. Toc's physical appearance isn't Erika's favorite part about him either. She believes that tattoos are permanent litters on one's skin. Anyone who has tattoos, she has bad impressions of. In the group, the two have the least interaction. Despite that, Erika and Toc can be labeled as friends.

• Vivian Anastasia Locke
• "I'm glad she's part of the group. Like really glad."
• Vivian and Erika were friends since middle school. They were never each other's best friend but continued to be friends until they were in high school. Erika was a bit weirded out when she found out Viv was bi but got used to it cause they were in the same squad after all.

•  Kenneth Edward Vartilli
• "Kenneth's fine... it's just a bit awkward between us. He's a good guy though."
• Erika and Kenneth were a thing for a short while. It didn't quite work out for them because Eri wasn't ready and Kenneth rushed into things. Eri never talked to Kenneth about why they broke up. They remain friends, though there's a little bit of awkwardness still.

[User]
"Gina watch out, I'll kick the door in."

Georgina moved out of the way and down the steps hurriedly, placing herself back in the group as Titus moved into position. As everyone voiced their opinion on what to do, Georgina couldn't help put let out a few laughs. "Viv's right, she's more capable of knocking the door down than you!" she added to the teasing, sticking her tongue out playfully. Around them the wind picked up gently, sending a chill through the area at high speeds.

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Within the house six small creatures no smaller than a typical mouse spoke quietly to one another, to the outside ear it just sounded like a small squeak repeating the same sound: "mahlimae, mahlimae, mahlimae." but in their own language they had conversations. "There are people coming. Young people. New people. People coming." they whispered between themselves as they scurried across the dust covered floor, some unwrapping themselves from the layer of mold they were resting in. They climbed under the stairs, peeking through an open slit of broken wood so they could have their piercing eyes watching the front door.

[Assistant]
@MissCapnCrunch

Right when he was about to kick the door in when Gina moved, he halted himself and turned to face Viv when she challenged his claim and to make it worse, Gina joined her to tease him. As arrogant as Titus was, he was going to prove he could kick the door in to shut both of these girls up. He spoke up I bet I can prove your ass wrong Viv...and Gina don't you start either because I'll kick this shit down. I know I can knock it down and to prove it, in fact, when I kick this door down....both of you chicks will be kissing me. That's the bet!

Titus turned towards the door to give it two frontal kicks that caused a little cracking but was still closed. Titus was attempting a third kick, hitting it again but this time with more force.

[User]
Vivian Anastasia Locke

Vivian couldn't help but laugh as her friend joined in teasing the boy. "There is no way in hell I am kissing you, she said. Watching as Toc began to kick the door, Viv could swear that she hear small voices. "Did anyone else hear that?" After 2-3 times of his attempts, the girl would roll her eyes. "You know there is such thing as a bobby-pin."

[Assistant]
@MissCapnCrunch

Hearing her still not believing he can do it, Toc looked over Hey...that was the bet...I kick the door down...you two kiss me....and....that's going to happen now...I don't need assistance. as he gave two more kicks finally breaking the door open and turned to the girls I don't hear anything and uh....pucker up... He stared back, then turned his head to take a look at the inside which looked a little creepy.

[User]
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Earlier that day | 6:30
Thick lashes fluttered open, revealing chocolate brown eyes. Yuki laid there for a moment, enjoying the warmth her bed provided. One slender hand reached out and turned off the alarm that had woken her up so early. She sighed before she pushed back the blankets, taking away her warmth and extinguishing the tempting desire to roll over and go back to the sleep. But today was a big day and she had to get up! The girl swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, rubbing her eyes. She padded towards the bathroom and flipped on the light, blinking owlishly as her eyes adjusted. She made her way to the shower and turned on the water, slipping out of her clothes while she waited for it to heat up. She took a quick shower before she blow-dried her hair and made her way back to her room. The smell of coffee drifted down the hall, signalling that her parents had gotten up.

Yuki got dressed and slipped on her shoes. She tucked her phone into her skirt pocket and made her way down the stairs. The kitchen was empty though the coffee pot rumbled as it made the life blood that allowed her father to not be a grump first thing in the morning. The residents of the Fuyuko household knew to leave Satoshi alone until he has had at least one cup of coffee. Yuki hummed softly to herself as she poured herself a glass of milk and stood by the kitchen window to watch as the sun peeked up from the horizon. As Yuki stood there, an elderly woman slipped into the kitchen and smiled to see her daughter standing there. Kana told her daughter good morning but frowned lightly when the girl didn't move or respond in kind.

The woman approached the girl and leaned over to peer at her daughters face. To others that didn't know Yuki, they would think the girl was simply lost in thought but to the people that did know her, they would recognize the vacant and dim look in her eyes as she stared off into the distance. Kana simply smiled and gently ran a hand through her daughters as she waited for Yuki to come out of her seizure. When the girl did a few moment later, Yuki jumped in surprise at her mother standing there. The girl gave the woman a smile as she set her cup down and gave her mother a hug. "Okaasan! I didn't notice that you had come in." "Happy 16th Birthday Yuki." Kana hugged the girl back before stepping over to the coffee pot and pouring herself and her husband a cup of coffee.

As she stirred in sugar and cream, Kana asked Yuki what her plans were for the day. "Spending the day with the group. But I'll be home in time for dinner." Yuki said in a cheerful voice as she finished her milk and washed the cup before placing it in the dish washer. At she was talking, her father came shuffling into the kitchen and accepted the cup of coffee her mother held out to him. He sat at the table and sipped his coffee in silence for a few minutes before he spoke. "Are those boys going to be there?" Yuki sighed while her mother tsked at Satoshi. "Yes, Otousan. Both Toc and Kenny are going to be there. Anyway, I better get going!" She kissed her parents on their cheek and exited the kitchen, her father grumbling to himself in Japanese.

She slipped her coat on and headed out into the rain. It was a short walk to the diner where they had all agreed to meet up and so Yuki thankfully wasn't that wet when she finally entered the warm building. She enjoyed breakfast with her friends and was glad when the rain let up while they ate. As they walked through the woods, Yuki admired the nature around her and tried to watch where she was walking so she didn't trip.

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Present Time
As she stared at the broken down house, Yuki felt surprise and unease skitter through her. She was sure her and the others had combed through the town twice-over and never came across this house before so where did it come from? As Gina questioned if they should check it out, Yuki bit her lip nervously. She wasn't so sure about this. Plus, the house looked like a breeze would blow it over. Should they really be going inside? Then Toc proclaimed he was going to kick the door in and Yuki's worry doubled. That didn't seem like a good idea!

Yuki hesitantly made her way up the creaky steps that looked like that were going to collapse at any moment and peeked into a broken window. The inside of the house was dim with dust covering every surface. Her nose wrinkled. That look like an allergy attack just waiting to happen. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw something scurrying through the dust and grim covered floor and rats popped into her head. Shuddering, she took a few steps back and squeaked when she almost went tumbling down the steps. She managed to save herself by latching onto the stair railing and slowly regaining her balance. "Guys? I'm with Kenny and Erika. I-I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, who knows what's in there and besides, we could get in trouble..." Her voice grew quieter and quieter until it eventually trailed off as Toc climbed the steps and proceeded to try and kick the door open.

Yuki retreated down the steps and stood by Kenny, worrying her lip between her teeth as she unconsciously leaned into the boy as she stared at the house with anxious eyes.

[Assistant]
"I definitely heard something. And that's one more reason why I'm going to stay here, Viv."

Erika was a bit relieved to know that Kenneth and Yuki also want to stay outside. The temperature slowly continued to drop while the atmosphere seemingly changed around the house. It was weird, the aura that was surrounding the house. Erika was more than sure that it wasn't only her that felt it. Alongside the fact that there were weird noises that were coming from inside the house, she's come to a conclusion that going to that house was a bad move.

The door was open, waiting for the six to come in. Eri suddenly realized that they'll be split into two groups, one group outside and one in. She didn't want to be left outside and freeze to death.

"Okay, okay. If Gina's coming, then I'm coming. Yuki, you should also come with me. Same goes to you Kenny."


[System]
* Staff Sergeant Axel 'Riff' Clifton @Hostile
* Colonel Jackson 'Carnage' Calhoun @Hostile
* Specialist Cecelia 'Ace' Garron @Rogue Colm
* Delta 556 'Mach' @Hostile
* Zeron 'The Merc' Altima @Thecrash20

Inhabitants of the world of Ceas
* Princess Camilla Amethyst @Hostile
* Gabanre van Houten @twannyman
* Mary Azalith @Aix
* Senna Aurelius Constance @Rune_Alchemist
* Azrez Van Houten @twannyman
* Jana tiBatisvani Sumbhaya @catabasis
* Amma Stormborn @Xiro Zean

NPCs controlled by @Hostile
Dr. Stuart Travesty, Head Researcher of Project RIFTGATE

[User]
"That's a negative, 101 Recon. I've got nothing on the scopes." COMMs Officer Brandon Harley informed, standing in behind several monitors and a small holographic pedestal. The COMMs area was hastily set up, with only a few pieces of equipment in the still-assembling firebase. He checked the scanners, and noticed an unidentified blip. "Be advised, I've got an unknown life sign at that position. Could be just some form of wildlife. Proceed with caution. Command out." He looked out one of the windows to see that there was a rising cloud of dust as recon teams headed off in their vehicles.

Each recon convoy was comprised of a SLV31 Pitbull Scout/Transport Vehicle, a LAV32 Puma Light Attack Vehicle, and a Goblin ATLAV Attack Scout. The convoy wasn't meant for direct combat, but were armed with enough munitions to ward off any potential hostiles. They were used all the times on worlds were war was waging. One such convoy was currently cruising through this brave new world. Thanks to the Pitbull's amazing suspension systems, the journey was smooth, with just a few bumps here and there. Its passengers, meanwhile, were chewing the scenery.

"Blimey!" An Australian-accented voice exclaimed. "I haven't seen sights like this Dover!" Specialist William Turf sat at the back, his BXR-12 by his side and his helmet in his lap as he stared out like a toddler. He was known for his excellent aim, so it was no wonder he was a Designated Marksman He was decked out in a set of Recon powered armour.

"I agree with you completely!" Another voice said, this one belonging to Private First Class Dexter 'Rook' Bitters. He kept his helmet on, but his visor was up, his face mirroring Turf's. He was currently cradling his M453 Squad Automatic Weapon in his arms. Its twin barrels spat out white-hot 8.41x63mm rounds at a ridiculous rate. He was wearing the Support variant of regular armour.

"Nah. I've seen better on Avalon." This one didn't sound very impressed, and it came from a Marine wearing Standard-issue grey armour sitting next to the driver. He held onto his ACAR-38 as he stared out the vehicle's ballistic glass, his face unreadable under his helmet. Corporal Desmond 'Traction' Harper wasn't exactly the friendliest type. Not since he was forced by his family to abandon his dreams of racing back on his homeworld of Tarmac. He was always bitter for that.

"Aw, come on, Tract. We're in a whole new world! It's like a vacation every time we go on a deployment. Except we're normally getting shot at, and always getting shouted at." Staff Sergeant Axel 'Riff' Clifton said, clutching onto the steering wheel. He wasn't human, and it was more obvious when he took off his helmet for all to see his glowing blue photoreceptors. Other than that, he looked completely human in every shape and form, and he would've passed off for one without his armour were it not for his inhuman strength. "Do you think we'll see any... I dunno, cat chicks around here?" And of course, there was his flirtatious attitude. He liked to hit on any girl he could find, even though he was an android. He tried, anyway. Together, the four of them made up Fireteam Castle, one of three such teams in Strike Recon Squad Alpha-4, 'Typhoon' as it was designated.

The convoy continued cruising down an oddly beaten path, kicking up a large amount of dust on their way.

[Assistant]
In the forests surrounding the quaint town of Norton, life lavishly continued. Despite the frequent lumber operations that occurred in the area, the woods expanded and grew faithfully with each passing season, invigorated by the natural magic that suffused the earth itself. The endless canopy of green swayed with the morning winds, dew shining upon the leaves as the sun rose above. By a small pond, a ibak drank its fill from the earth's providence, lapping from the watering hole to quench the thirst that had come with its awakening as the pronged horns upon its head jutted proudly into the air.

But, from the brushes proximal to it, a powerful predator eyed its prey with greedy delight. A large, scorpion tail waved silently in the air as the tensed, muscled limbs of a lion readied to pounce. Two bat-like wings trembled in anticipation as the carnivore finally took its chance, pouncing from its concealed position towards the unprotected left flank of the ibak, revealing itself to be a mantcore of a ripe age. With the twin calls of a harried bleat of fear and roar of triumph, claws quickly reached their prey, victory within reach... When suddenly a hand took hold of the ibak's right antler and tugged the herbivore out of the predator's path. With no cushion of meaty flesh to stop it, the manticore could not unfurl its wings fast enough to avoid crashing into the waters instead. Landing in a decidedly regal manner, the manticore turned to face its prey, snarling with tempered rage as it was rewarded by the figure of a human who had become a familiar sight within the territory.

Said human sent the manticore a sly grin, running her hand through the soft pelt of the ibak's neck. A calming gesture, but also a taunt for the predator if it had ever seen one. "Now, now, Canti," the human started, facial expression becoming vulpine as mischievous intentions lathered her feminine voice, calling upon the manticore's name with the undertone of a growl. "Hunting more than needed? Your third hunt before mid-sunrise... greedy. Am I wrong?"

Hammer wielded in one hand, Amma Stormborn stood before the manticore, denying him of his newest meal. She turned her head to the ibak, seeming to have dismissed Canti with the motion as her dialect sliped into the meticulous baying of the deer-like creatures. "Flee, Shakuntala. I will not save you again from ignorance. Your herd searches for you." The ibak lowered her head in deference as she replied with a terse but honest, "Thank you," then pranced away into the foliage that Canti once skulked within. Throughout the entire exchange, Canti chose to do nothing. He did not come to fight over a meal that was only meant to satify his desire for hunting.

"You stopped me, Speaker," he finally growled as his prey disappeared from view, using one of the many names the creatures of the wild used for her specifically. Glancing at the carnivore, she tipped her head in agreement.

"Find a new hobby. Prey has been scarce."

"Then why are you here?"

"So it doesn't get worse."

"Lies," Canti's amusement breaks way through his irritation, suffusing his growls with levity. "Wanderlust never fades, does it?"

Amma's superior smirk widens to a smile. "Well, you're not wro-"

The conversation was cut off by a quick blur of movement that caught both of their attentions, claws unsheathing from furred paws as steel weapon was grasped in both hands, human and manticore turning as one to meet the threat...

And confronted a hummingbird, who had quickly stilled as it wrestled with its fear and duty.

The tension was lost as quickly as it came, Canti beginning to groom himself as the avian recovered from its temporary shock, coming to rest upon the human's shoulder to chirp softly into her ear as she lowered her hammer. It's become commonplace to see a small creature of some kind appearing before the Stormborn, informing her of important happenings and developments. Most likely, it was one of those "messengers" that had notified the human of Shakuntala's absence from her herd.

As the hummingbird took flight once more, having delivered its message, Amma strapped her hammer into a holster upon her back and stretched her legs as if preparing for a hundred meter dash. Intrigued, Canti lifted his head from his personal grooming to observe the human. "What is it?" he finally asked, the hermit having fully limbered her body and prepared to leave. "Strange appearances nearby, apparently metal golems arrived through a magic passageway. Moving to observe." As she left the watering hole in a breakneck sprint, the manticore eloped from the area moments later, flecking water aside with each stride he took. As tempting as it was, there was no reason to follow the Stormborn. Despite her uptake of pacifism in recent years, her record has been full of life-threatening events that outstrip anyone he knew. No matter what mantle she wore, it's been a universal fact that danger followed the Stormborn's footsteps.

[User]
The calm and serene quiet of the forest a fair distance from the portal save for the chirping of a few birds was destroyed by the loud and rumbling heavy-duty hydrogen engine of a Pitbull currently cruising down a natural street made by the parting of trees. Its thick rubber tyres kicked up a large cloud of soil and rocks and grass as it sped through the undergrowth. Inside, some ancient music was blasting over the vehicle's stereo system as its driver floored the accelerator. Sergeant Caleb Everett, or known as Riot for his previous work as a riot officer on Circumstance had one hand on the wheel while the other tapped the vehicle's bulletproof polyglass perfectly in sync with the beat. "Ha ha! Now this is more like it!" He laughed, his helmet off and his ACAR-38 by his side.

Corporal Arsen 'Quake' Calder couldn't agree more. "I'm so glad you dug these tunes out! It's the perfect song to blow stuff up!" He, of course, was his team's demolition expert who had an unhealthy obsession with gigantic explosions, and even now he was tossing a 47mm grenade up and down, a G15 SGL Grenade Launcher sitting on his lap. The launcher could launch self-propelled homing grenades a fair distance, and it was considered a game changer in firefights.

Behind, a rather brooding Marine in typical Recon armour devoid of colour sat hugging his SR2991 Railgun Sniper Rifle. Unlike conventional human-made weapons which relied on coil propulsion systems to launch projectiles, the SR2991 used a much more powerful rail propulsion system that could lob a .62 caliber round at a few kilometres per second up to eight kilometres. "It's alright. I would've preferred something quieter, but this'll do." Specialist Garvan 'Alley' Stillman commented. He wasn't exactly the most talkative, and was about to go back to his quiet contemplation when the Marine sitting next to him slapped his shoulder.

"Aw, come on, Alley. This reminds me of all the times I went on road trips with my dad!" Specialist Lance 'Fuse' Gannon said. He was the team's combat engineer, and he was the one who helped move everyone around on missions. As someone who was expected to run into hostiles a lot while constructing, he carried an AUTS-29 Automatic Utility Tactical Shotgun. The poor bastard on the other end normally expected a 10 gauge slug to the face. "It is a whole new world, after all." Driving through an unknown forest in an unknown world with no idea where you're going?

Just another Tuesday for Strike Force Recon Team Hammer.

They were the guys who scouted out enemy territory and sabotaged vital equipment, before disappearing like they weren't there. They were also deadly, with a mix of ranged and close combat. The music and vehicle continued, until something small dashed past the vehicle. "Whoa! Shit!" Riot swerved, but the Pitbull's accident prevention system prevented it from crashing. He took a breath and continued on. "Damn animals."

He wasn't laughing when a large beast suddenly crossed paths with the Pitbull. This caused him to slam the brakes, but it was too late. The creature felt the full impact of a 5.3 ton vehicle speeding at a few dozen kilometres an hour. The animal was flung a fair distance as the Pitbull veered off-course, and its passengers were rocked around before it finally came to a stop.

"What was that?" Riot coughed, slipping his helmet on and running out the door with his rifle out. Quake was the next to exit. "Dunno, man. Some kind of big cat."

"What? Like a puma?" Fuse asked, exiting but standing next to the vehicle. Alley was the last to come out, and as soon as he did, he sighed. "That thing's too big to be a puma, jackass." He turned to survey the damage, and was pleased to know that the Pitbull's composite duratanium armour had taken the whole impact, and was barely dented save for maybe a broken headlight.

Up ahead, Riot was bent over the unmoving creature. He poked it with the tip of his gun, but received no response. Unsure of what to do, he activated his COMMs. "Uh, Command? This is Strike Force Recon Team Hammer. I've just crashed into some unidentified creature. Uh..." He inspected it, noticing its wings and tail for the first time. "Looks like a manticore from those old myths."

There was a pause for a few seconds. "Hammer Team, please confirm." Riot did so, spreading its wings and picking up its scorpion-like tail. "Command, creature has bat wings and a scorpion tail. Resembles a lion."

Another pause. "Hammer Team, is the creature alive?"

"I'm not sure. Doesn't seem like it's breathing."

"Copy that. Please take some samples when available. Command out."

Riot sighed and took out his combat knife. "Well, here goes nothing."


[System]
Character Sheet:
Nickname/Alias:
Butcher

Gender:
Female

Age:
19

Appearance:

Hqir: Silver with red highlight infront
Left eye: Blue
Right eye: Silver
Pale very lightly tanned skin
Thin body type
167 lbs
6'0"

Personality:
Aleksi is a very... unstable girl, one minute she will be happy and laughing (All-bet a bit crazily) with others around her, but when she sees violence she can't help but reciprocate the the feeling to major degree. She loves to hum tunes through her face mask and is also an excellent cook.

She really doesn't have a bad record with others per say but she is a loose cannon ever since she left the imperial army. Her fighting style is to slash her enemies as quickly and as painfully as possible which is easy with her weapons that she had obtained from her time in the army. This fact has made her well know but she enjoys the attention saying that it's just "free publicity and advertisement". Aleksi likes to walk around in an easily releasable black and blue strait jacket as she feels safer in it and in a lot calmer when it's clasped since she had been in it for so long while she was in the army even though it doesn't do its job very well.

History/Bio:
Aleksi was born to a poor family who didn't have a lot going for them and to add onto their woes the Army began taking children to try and turn them into killers. Her family had no choice but to give her up and they dragged Aleksi away to be subjected to a training program that was designed to break her spirits and train her body but it only accomplished the later in the intended way while the former took an unintended turn.

Aleksi was basically a living weapon for the Imperial Army by the time she was 16 years old but part of her mind had also slipped away at that point in time. During the time Aleksi was in the Imperial Army they broke down her senses of fear and caused her to only fear not completing a mission and losing which both became the equivalent to death. She was one of the more dangerous soldiers in the Army since they dropped her into enemy territories from above and at that point the blood lust in her would be in full swing and her weapon would be right next to her just begging for her to start the butchering, after a few hours the deed would be done and Aleksi would fall asleep before being picked up.

Her life in the Imperial Army consisted of sitting in a hidden room with most things she wanted, away from other soldiers since she was dubbed "Dangerous" or "Unstable" but this left her wanting attention from those other than her superiors, so she would take walks into the city but would have to be accompanied by a guard or two. Aleksi was given a wide breadth whenever she was out and about, even when she tried to be nice to the civilians they looked at her with fear or in some cases ran from her. Was it because she looked scary? Was it because she was part of the army? At that time she didn't care as much because there was no real point, that and she didn't care about them.

After 2 years of this process being repeated... she got bored of it and broke out of the Army. The way she broke out was very bloody and Aleksi stole her weapon before running out into the wilderness. She was dubbed as a psycho in the capitol and can't show her face there without heavy disguise. She had lived in a run down shack and stayed there until she was found by Xerxes and was almost killed but had ended up convencing him that she would join the resistance, and she did.

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Weapons/Items:
x2 of these

Armor:
Armored Straitjacket
Steel Mouth Cover

Imperial Arms:
weapons abilities:

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Combat Specialty:
Close to Mid range with swords and tonfas

Other Talents:
Cooking, Singing, Hunting

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Other:
She is ambidextrous

On the inside of Aleksi's sleeves are strings that when pulled by her either restrain or release her her arms.

She eats through the mask and keeps it in pristine condition.

[User]
The world was a large place filled with dangers and destruction beyond anyone's imagination. Ancient creatures lurked in the dark shadows of caves and forests and prayed on the weak and helpless citizens of The Empire. The Young Emperor Maxim on his thrones does what he can to elevate the suffering of the people but his efforts are hindered by corrupted officials who either block or even modified the words of the Emperor himself. The Empire itself contending with these beasts has increased the need for an army which have only helped further corrupted and or sociopathic generals who feed on war. Though the Empire had many good men and women in it there is no escaping the fear in the hearts of those who do of those with the need to murder, maim, torture, exploit, and dominate them. The Empire needed a savior...or group of saviors...

Night Raid...They seek to help the masses...they seek to kill those in power...overthrow the Empire...install a new order that caters to the people, made for the people, and for the people. And it will be GOVERNED by the people. It's the assassinations that feed their growing rebellion. Many flock to their righteous banner in need and seek their help and call them heroes. The Empire calls them traitors and beasts who would kill any innocent man or woman to fit their own needs. And in reality they are a group of misfits who seek to simply change things. For their own reasons they will cause a revolution they will save the people...and they will be heroes. But can a government run by the people itself truly thrive? Can Night Raid truly say they are able to change everything and wipe away the hatred?

Salvation...Salvation is what the people need. They don't need a new government they need one that works. One that doesn't thrive on benevolent hog wash and or continue on people who seek to live in their own decadence. Formed twenty some years ago in secret by a group of intellectuals and experienced generals. Their goals are different their end games varied their but one thing was for certain. These men didn't want to kill the Empire...they wanted to reform it with a new hierarchy. Leadership was needed. Solid, unwavering, and temperant leadership devoid of corruption and selfish intentions. These men wanted a home for the citizens. One of these men were one of the most dangerous men in the entire Empire. Xerxes. Xerxes promised his comrades he'd get rid of the belligerents of chaos and pave a way for the others to fix the Empire. Be it with rebels or with the people inside of the government. He formed a group initially consisting of just him. Then came two more people then more and more until it grew into what it is today. The group took the name of their end goal...Salvation...

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Today is a bright shining day in the middle of the mountains where Salvation calls home. An ancient monastery rebuilt by Xerxes now serves as the home of operations for Salvation as they go about their lives. From all walks of lives and from various groups and organizations comes the members of Salvation. From the Empire to the Rebellion come many different and highly talented people. Some have Imperial Arms some are simply extremely deadly warriors and poets. The Temple itself consists of a large courtyard in front and a meditation garden with a small alter in the back. A three story high tower in the middle and four other smaller one story towers to the left and right corners of the square compound. It has underground highways and prisons made by Xerxes and more than enough room for a small army.

Heavily fortified and protected by heavy iron walls and gates the temple stands as a monument to the willpower of the Salvation group. Xerxes is planning a small time assassination plan on two individuals today but he needs to finalize the information before sending out his men so he has given them free time to spend as they will.

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In the back towards the meditation garden sits Natsuo Phoenix. He sits underneath a tree his silvery hair blowing in the wind as his emerald eyes gaze through the pages of a book. It is a book about a family who travels all around the world doing all sorts of things and in the current chapter they are going around a fair talking and having an overall amazing time with their friends. Natsuo wished he could have had that life but in the end he knew he never could and probably never would. And that was fine with him. How many people had he killed in his life so far? Tens, hundreds possibly? It didn't matter to him especially he liked a good challenge.

He flipped through the pages gently as he hummed a sweet little tune to himself; a smile graced his lips. He couldn't help but wonder...what were the others up to? There were quite the number of people here but there were others in Salvation...The Lone Spirit, Hardin, Shinto to name a few. They were probably off doing their duties or gathering allies or info. It didn't really matter to Natsuo but still he couldn't help but wonder.

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Other than Natsuo there were at least two others doing their usual routines. Nako Homura was in front of the pond dancing around practicing her absolutely gorgeous moves by herself. Her pink dressed flowing in the wind as she twirled and spun on her heels and did all various movements each as elaborate as the last. Some were simple but each were practiced and each had their own dedicated part in Nako's movements.

Kotaro meanwhile sat by himself in front of the main gate whiddling away at a wooden box with a knife. He had been making wooden dolls, and other mundane objects in his alone time. He found it boring but it gave him something to do and that was all that mattered to him. Not enjoying the company of others was one thing but he found talking to the crazed people Xerxes and others had recruited to their cause to be even harder to get along with. In a compound full of the crazed he found it more comforting to talk and sit alone by himself just him and his thoughts.

[Assistant]
When she was a bodyguard, there was a clear order. There was a master, a charge or a client to protect and she either stuck by their side and scared away everyone from potential harassers to possible assassins. Here, however, she was surrounded by equals - theoretically - and that thought made her feel strange.

Hiding her discomfort, however, Halia was in her room within the complex, examining herself in a mirror and making sure that her appearance was up to the standard she demanded of herself. Her clothes were clean and neatly ironed, her hair was not a mess and her knives were polished to a sheen - not that anyone would see that, but it would still have been improper for her to have her knives rusty. The things that blood did to a blade.

Checking the pocket watch that was her imperial arm, Halia figured that she had spent enough time in her room. Closing the watch and pocketing it, she headed out and prepared to head throughout the entire monastary, in the order of the laundry river, the kitchens and the general cleaning to see if there was anything she could pitch an extra hand to. Anything she could do to keep herself busy.

Patience may be a virtue, but idleness bred weakness.

[User]
Aleksi stood in the kitchen with almost a ring of open space between her and everyone else which only a few people would hurry through as though she would kill them. "Well I can't blame them can I" Aleksi said under her breath but continued chopping the meat and throwing it into a pan that had been sitting on the stove over a fire. The pan sat there and Aleksi leaned back on a counter with her arms crossed in her sleeve, the others in the kitchen began starring at her more at the fact that she wasn't even watching the delicate ingredient as it cooked then the fact that until very recently she had been part of the imperial army's "Dogs" though now she was happy since she had at least a bit of freedom to cook and do what she liked.

She had joined the group "Salvation" over a month ago and a lot of people didn't trust her yet since she had come from the army. "86... 87... 88... 89... 90 time to turn it over" Aleksa said before releasing her arms and walking over to the pan where she picked it up and began to flip the food inside it like a pancake and added a few extra ingredients to it, after she finished this process Aleksi backed up again and began counting all over again but this time she constantly tapped her finger on the counter like the ticking of a clock which seemed to echo throughout the kitchen.

After She finished counting Aleksi pulled the pan off the fire and dumped it onto a chopping board where she sliced it into what looked like a rose with petals made of meat. She did this multiple times until there were five large "Roses" sitting on the cooking table, "I hope they trust me after this, OH I forgot the sweets!" she gasped and began to rush around the kitchen collecting materials for her next dish.


[System]
"Don't worry, I've got you."

● Name:
Isaac Chapel, sometimes goes by "Doc."

● Age:
Seventeen

● Gender:
Male

● Sexuality:
Heterosexual

● More In Depth Appearance:
Isaac is a big dude. He's about 6'3", a little bit overweight but plenty athletic for his hobbies. Isaac keeps his hair short, and otherwise dresses comfortably. Isaac is often fidgeting and seeming to take stock of his surroundings, as if preparing for something to go wrong at any time. His hands are large and calloused, and he has his fair share of small scars from his adventures in the woods.

● Resourceful ● Distant ● Kind ● Worried ●

● Personality:
Isaac is the kind of guy who seems to always have one foot out the door. He spends a good deal of his time taking care of those around him if he can, but he never sticks around. Isaac has broken up more than one fight in his Highschool career, and has gotten black eyes for his efforts, too. There are few people, if any, Isaac won't offer a helping hand to. If any girls have ever liked him, he wouldn't know and probably wouldn't believe any even if she told him to his face. Isaac is something of a loner by nature, but won't turn down invitations to socialize. Perhaps because he's the only person he knows who keeps a first aid kit on hand at all times, hence the nickname "Doc." Isaac isn't socially inept, and can handle himself just fine in a conversation, he just tends to keep to himself. The fact that he tends to spend long stretches of time by himself in the wilderness only adds to the perception of Isaac as some kind of strange medicine man.

● Quirks:
+Keeps a first aid kit and basic pharmaceuticals on hand at all times.
+Will spend entire weekends camping on his own. Doesn't let people come woth him.
+Always wears running shoes, keeps boots in his backpack.
+Knows a lot about medicine, first aid, and wilderness survival.
+Has never been a boyscout, surprisingly.
+Will occasionally be seen holding an ice pack, ice cube, or other cold items against his cheek, especially after long social interactions.

● Hobbies:
Camping, Running, Reading, Shop Class, Shooting, Skills Courses at the local Library.

● Likes & Dislikes:
LIKES:
+Nature
+Quiet
+Reading
+Animals
+Hunting

-Crowded Parties
-Rap music
-Subpar trail mix
-Beef Jerky from stores
-Drunks

● Family Members:
Mother: Emilia Chapel
Father: Don Chapel
Younger Sister: Clara Chapel (14)

● Biography:
Isaac moved into town in his Sophomore year from another small town in Arkansas. He lives with his parents, who both work full time at the local pharmacy, which his dad runs. The Pharmacy is new and is still struggling, so their income is pretty sparse. But they're making rent.

In recent years, Isaac's younger sister has suffered from depression severe enough to merit hospitalization at least twice. Isaac gives up most of the cash he earns as a janitor for the local grocery store so his family has spending money. His dad is away from home for much of the day. Isaac doesn't talk much about Arkansas, and only really says that he's glad he doesn't live there any more and he has a lot of shitty memories there. Isaac won a few shooting competitions in Arkansas, but hasn't done much more than regular hunting now that he's here.

Isaac plans to go to medical school and become a doctor, though he seems to have a flair for psychology. He toys with the idea of being a psychiatrist, but has made no real decision as far as his future specialization.

● Theme Song:
Cut My Hair by Mounika

Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love
But I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you-you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now, but I swear
When I'm ready, I will fly us out of here

[User]
"Players are probably on edge over SHS," DJ offered, tossing more popcorn into his waiting mouth (store bought crap from the school concessions, but it was something). "Can't say I blame them."

Since the website's attack on Deus, followed by Claire and Ron, DJ had developed a more serious opinion about the page. At first, he merely saw it as an elaborate prank, maybe to get back at some particular students, but once Deus' name showed up, DJ knew it was far more than some practical joke.

Whoever ran the site had a mission to expose every one at Sterling Heights. Every last student, staff member, maybe even the custodians. Nobody was safe; especially not DJ and his friends.

But if someone were running the site, that meant that said someone could be tracked down, caught, and brought to justice before anyone else fell victim to the hateful perpetrator. And from the moment Deus' name scrolled across the green on Halloween night, DJ made that his mission.

For now, though, that mission was on the back burner as DJ enjoyed the homecoming game with his friends, minus the two that had vanished after their own secrets were exposed. DJ didn't care all that much (Ron was kind of an ass, let's be honest), but a part of him was sad to see them go. Another motive for him to find this SHS mastermind and put a stop to their actions.

...After another handful of popcorn or two.

"Hey, Rob," he called, plucking a single kernel from the box. "If I make this, you owe me a dance."

DJ tilted his head back and opened his mouth before tossing the kernel into the air...

...which landed perfectly on DJ's tongue.

A fist pump and swallow later, DJ slapped Rob lightly on the back. "Get your dancing shoes ready, brother. Shit's gonna be magical."

[Assistant]
"That was a shitty play," said August, looking hard at the players, "... right?" He didn't really know the rules of any sport at all, and despite this, he could tell from a mile away that they were losing badly. Fortunately for him, he wasn't really invested in the game, but he was enjoying the company.

"Hey Deus, at least you can take satisfaction from the fact that they suck ass without you," Augie said, leaning across Bernie. "They're gonna miss you."

He hated everything about this website, everything it had done, and everything it was going to do. The miserable lowlife on the other side of that disgusting page was going to suffer a fate. He hadn't decided what yet, but it probably involved Rob, who had just been invited for a dance. "Do you guys need a room?" he said, winking at Rob, who was seated to his right.

The tips of Augie's fingers began to feel numb. For some reason, the cold was starting to get to him more than it was before. He reprimanded himself for not bringing gloves while burying his hands in pockets full of old receipts and lint. The big black coat he was wearing did a marvelous job at keeping his body warm, and his boots provided more than enough heat for his feet, so it was really only his hands that suffered, but oh boy did they suffer. "Guys, I think we all know how this is gonna go. Who wants to ditch it and do something?"

[User]
Isaac sat quietly, looking as if he was watching the game when in reality he was just staring vaguely downward. He was seated just behind Bernie, so it almost seemed like he was just staring at the back of her head.

He didn't really react to the game or to what was going on around him. He just seemed to be having a very cerebral evening, almost locked away, struggling with some problem in his head.

That was, until the mention of going inside. Isaac blinked for what felt like the first time in several minutes and looked around, as if making sure he was caught up with his surroundings. "We could go in. I'm not seeing this turning around any time soon. Though I don't think they'll be set up for the dance yet. We'd basically just be sitting in a partially decorated, basically empty school."

Isaac realized fairly immediately that this prospect was probably an argument in favor of going in rather than one against it for most of this group. And... well... with a blush, he realized that it might be worth his efforts, too.

None of the Sinners were aware in any real way, but Isaac had been giving Bernie rides home from work for several months now. They got to talk, quite a lot. They often had lunch together.

Isaac had one goal, this evening... and he was nervous as hell about it. So he was quiet, stuck in his head, and strongly considering an attrmpt to be alone with Berns for a few minutes. It would probably happen later when he inevitably gave her a ride home, but... he wanted this done before he could make himself chicken out, or before something bad happened like at the Halloween Party.

Isaac blinked again. How long had he been stuck in thought? "I think it sounds good... Berns?"


[System]
Senua

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Character Summary
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Sorei, Eteria
Magic User: No
Stamina: 6/6

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Appearance
Physical Description: Senua's most obvious features are her chest-level chocolate-brown hair and her brooding sky-blue eyes. She often wears her hair in a braid down her front. Her face is round, slightly-oval in shape, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. She stands at a height of 5'7" and her posture befitting that of a trained and skilled warrior. Her build is athletic and lean, with a fair share of muscles befitting that of a warrior. Despite being burdened and covered by all the armour, her figure still manages to boasts a fair share of feminine curves, especially around her bosoms. Senua's ivory complexion boasts a hint of golden undertones, and is unblemished of any scars or tattoos.

Clothing/Armor: [Picture]

Senua wears a mixture of leather and chainmail as part of her armour, effectively classifying it as light armour. The top comprises of a white tunic-blouse as her inner clothing followed by a layer of chainmail directly above for extra protective purposes. What comes above is a layer of harden leather that forms into a shape of a vest complete with somewhat ornate looking straps and buckles. An unrestrictive form of a leather corset is worn above a similar set of chainmail to provide protection for her waist and lower torso region. A leather skirt equally underlined by a layer chainmail similarly to what the top has. A belt is also worn on the waist that holds her pouch and dagger sheaths. The skirt is stitched and arranged in layers to allow greater freedom of movement in action, Primely, the reason she had stuck so such light and simple armour as opposed to the heavier-plated variant.

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Inner Workings
Personality: Despite how the woman may appear to look, Senua is not a cold or a mean person by nature. Her brooding eyes often give off a look of arrogance and that of coldness, but she is anything but. She considers herself pragmatic and a realist. An ambitious and determined individual, she is also remarkably industrious and sees life as a storybook, it's empty pages simply waiting to be filled of stories both of tales of adventure and the like. Once she sets goals for herself, she becomes incredibly dedicated to her goals, pretty much almost to the point of stubbornness. Those victories sure smell sweet though, and it is that though that keeps her pushing through when the going gets tough.

She is friendly to a certain degree, but don't expect her to remain so if you cross her or ruffle her feathers. Her sense of humility only stretches to a certain extent as there are still times where can come across as domineering and bossy. However, this isn't so apparent as when combined with her eloquence and natural charm, most people, especially guys don't seem to have a problem with it, not knowing they have been somewhat bewitched by her feminine wiles. She often treats it as the traits and quality of a good leader with bright new ideas, although in most cases, she doesn't really appear to be the leader sort.

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Combat Overview
Weapons: Senua's main weapon is a steel broadsword measuring forty-five inches long. She wields the sword with both hands a vast majority of the time. She also keeps the weapon in a sheath that she carried on her back. Her secondary weapons are a pair of daggers that are sheathed on a belt she wears on her waist. The daggers are usually used together, dual-wielding them as twin weapons of fury. Her weapons are well-made, crafted specially for her by her father, a talented and skilled blacksmith.

Combat Overview: Senua is well-versed in the ways of the sword, the various technique of combat and swordsmanship passed on from her former soldier and blacksmith father. While she may not have any knowledge in the arts of magical knowledge, she is quick, nimble and agile and as her father likes to call it, a natural with the sword.

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Backstory
Personal History: Sorei was not a safe place, not without its walls to shield its inhabitants from the dangers that lurked in the open. With martial law declared on the city, being able to protect oneself was becoming an increasingly important skill one needed to have if they wanted to prolong their time being one of the living. From a young age, Conway, Senua's blacksmith father had seen fit to train his only child in the arts of combat and swordsmanship. Her mother had died in childbirth, and the pair only had each other for company. It was needless to say, that the pair were close. She started with wooden swords when she was young, and eventually progressed onto real swords made of iron and steel. Her talent for swordsmanship was present from a young age, and Conway was immensely proud of his girl. Eventually, the father and daughter was not spared from the fate that awaited most that lived in the city, 'conscripted' into the city's military force that comprised of mercenaries, former soldiers, thugs and bandits. Many of them were made to carry out deplorable activities, and it was only due to their skill and aptitude with their weapons that kept them alive, for teamwork was often unheard of among this hive of scum and villainy.

Despite all this death and unhappiness that went around, Senua was as satisfied and content as she could be, for she had her father, who was like her whole world to her. She was simply happy to have him around. It was not shortly after the twentieth name-day that she lost her father. While out on a monster hunting expedition, Conway had saved his only child from a monster ambush which left him fatally wounded. His life tethered on a thread as she half-carried him home to the city. Unfortunately, his wounds were too serious and critical for anyone to do anything much, and he passed soon after. Her world came tumbling down as she buried her father and attempted to get use to life without her father. With the home she shared with her father, too full of painful memories, Senua decided to leave Sorei for good. She eventually found herself in Armistice, Azra where her future and destiny awaited her.

Significant Relations: N/A

[User]
Sister Ezheia

Unknown Location - 500/500 HP - 6/6 Stamina

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 Ezheia's eyelids slid ajar, welcoming her not to the faces of her troupe in the wagon, but to a dead, slate sky. Her ears rang and vision blurred for several moments, before she forced her senses to normalize. Her nostrils burned with the scent of embers, followed by the reek of decay that lingered after a battle. Her fingers eased themselves around her bow, which had slid from its sheathe and now lay parallel to her. The grass beneath her resembled white ash more than it did vegetation. The Decanus strained to lift herself from the ground; a struggle made harder than it should have been, given that she did not feel completely... inside of her own body.

 The other members of the troupe were easing themselves from the dirt. She recognized their faces, but struggled to piece each to a name. The only one she managed to recall in that hazy moment was Fiona, another sister of the Order. Ezheia drew herself to full height, approaching her subordinate to discern her condition. The girl was unhurt, but no less dumbfounded by whatever instance had led them here. As Fiona pushed herself to her feet, Ezheia caught a glimpse of the trio in red.

 They stood facing the party, faced hid in the folds of their hoods. While Ezheia could clearly see them, they appeared... unwhole; as if they were both present and somewhere else entirely. It was a strange notion to wrap one's head around, and before Ezheia could attempt to draw an explanation, two of them were gone. The third raised its - her? hand, and a handful of figures materialized from the wisps of shadow that rolled lazily through Ezheia's vision.

 The summoned were grotesque amalgamations of men and excess flesh. They bore no faces where they should have had them. They were armed with rudimentary weapons, but did not brandish them. Their movements were sluggish, unsure. The last crimson wraith disappeared from view, and Ezheia's ears caught the words, "...survive this ordeal, a great reward awaits you." Now, the featureless constructs gurgled and moaned to each other. Though difficult to look at, they were peculiarly nonthreatening.

 Almost as if they weren't intended to...

 Several members of the party were already charging with blades in hand, nothing on their minds but the annihilation of the ghouls before them. Ezheia raised a hand, shouting "No!" in warning, but blades had already struck flesh. The Decanus cursed, striking her thigh with a fist. She prayed her hunch was wrong, as she notched an arrow and let it fly into the bare face of the nearest brute.

[Assistant]
Annalynne

Unknown Location - 248 HP 8/8

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Annalynne had enjoyed the conversation in the wagon. While she was completely unused to such a thing, it actually eased any tension, allowing her to close her eyes for a moment of brief bliss. So this is what normal people do, hmm she thought, allowing the words, the voices, the rhythm and charm to circle through her head. She still had her hand clutched to her hip, ready to draw her weapon if need be, but the possibility of not having to use it was nice for a change.

The sudden crash threw them all into chaos. Normally, she would've paid extra attention, taking note of every single thing that happened. It was easier to get through a situation if you know what you were dealing with. Unfortunately, she couldn't recall much. It was as if the crash had completely wiped her memory, or she was somehow asleep for it all. She woke, face down in the dirt. The hilt of her dagger digging into her hip, leaving it tender to the touch. The rancid smell of death and smoke billowed from the earth itself, snaking its way down her lungs, smothering her in its embrace. She sensed the others were near, but there was something else there ... someone else. She tried to keep quiet, her keen ears listening to each syllable, each tone. But the smoke was becoming too much for her. She turned herself over to face the sky, as if there was something to see through closed eye lids, violently coughing as if to expel the vile smoke that was choking her. It wasn't much better top side, but her coughing had eased. Had they fallen into an abyss of nothingness? Not even their carts were to be found. Nothing but darkness, smoke and death.

'A test', the others had mentioned. A grin tugged at her lips. "Should you feeble humans survive this ordeal, a great reward awaits you"

You pack a bunch of 'low lifes' and 'holier than thous' in a cart together, and then threaten their lives., she giggled quietly. And suddenly she felt that this was where she was supposed to be, like all her life was leading up to this moment, why else would she have had to endure such tortures. She wiggled her fingers and then her toes, ensuring that not only were they still there, but that she could move. She slowly slithered back, returning to her previous position, digging the toes of her boots into the ground. She was quite low to the ground, the fog lifted just enough to cover her almost completely. She could barely see much, but the preparation of the others told her all she needed to know. A dagger in one hand, she slipped to the back of the group eyeing her enemy. Her brows wrinkled slightly. These we certainly not human, they weren't beasts either. They were but figures in the dark.

"No!" someone shouted in warning. But it was already too late. The others had mounted their attack. All that she needed now as for them to advance, and then she would make her move... She waited patiently.

[User]
Unknown Location ♦ 500 HP 6/6 Stamina

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The last thing Senua remembered was the carriage they were riding on, overturning which had tossed her flying into the air. That was the last thing she remembered, and now as acrid and putrid scent of fire and smoke drove her to her senses, her head still somewhat throbbing from the accident. Her ears were ringing and as sound came back gradually to her, it did not help that the first few sounds she heard were of a man yelling for his horse. The sounds of the man rambling on about some other matter she was having difficulty focusing on. Oh god, who cares about your stupid horse.

As her eyes slowly opened, she realised that she was lying down onto the ground, and groaning, she lowered her head to check for any possible injuries on her person. Fortunately, there were none,except for a few aches here and there. The combination of both chainmail and hardened leather wore and done enough of job protecting her from attaining any serious injuries.

As she moved, she could feel the weight of her broadsword on her back. At least she still had her weapon with her. A commotion could be heard up ahead, and Senua moved towards the source of the noise. It was there that she saw the rest of her party who had recovered and risen before her and seemed to be engaged in battle. She must have been one of the last few up and running, as there were already quite a number of them here. The male mercenary was there, the one who she had her conversation with, the one who had introduced herself as Annabelle, and the Priestess as well. Not to mention the Giant of a man, walking around with his hand in hand. The enemies they seemed to be fighting were some kind of inhuman bandits.

They had no eyes, lips or nose, simply skin. Other than the missing facial features, these bandits were dressed and armed for the part, and she had no doubt that they would equally as lethal as your usual bandits, and not to be underestimated. Drawing her broadsword from her back, Senua gripped the sword tightly in her hands, before she took a deep breath before charging towards one of the bandits, her sword angled to decapitate one of her foes once they got into range. If the rest of the members in her party wanted a battle, she wouldn't want to be left out as well,and thus Senua had thrown herself into the mix.


[System]
Slick Drake

Basics
Epithet: "Oilburn" Slick

Race: Human

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Slick is 5'5 with green hair and green eyes, typically wears simple single color shirts along with a green jacket over it, black pants, fingerless gloves, and black boots when on deck. When fighting in enclosed quarters he wears a gas mask on top of all this so he doesn't inhale smog from his fires, otherwise he just keeps it clipped to the waist of his pants. Somewhat pale, has lots of burn scars on his hands.

Position: Cook and Weapon Repairsman.

Bounty: 5,000,000 Beris, wanted for Serial Arson

Jolly Roger: A charred skull dripping oil with green flames surrounding it in a circle.

Background
Ambition: To find the gun and sword of Gol D. Roger.

Likes:* Fire
* Weapons
* Cooking
* Gol D Roger
* Money

Dislikes:* Marines
* Wasting Food
* Bees

Quirks: Slick regularly obsesses over any new weapon he may come across, studying the weapon and taking notes immediately upon seeing it even if the user is in the middle talking. His unique laugh is "Kekekekekek!" Slick is also a bit of a kleptomaniac and will regularly steal stuff just to see if he can get away with it.he has actually built up a small hoard for himself. If he thinks something would be interesting to light on fire he will try to light that thing on fire with the matches he always carries with him. He also believes his fires are works of art.

Personality: Slick is a pretty jovial guy, rarely in a bad mood unless something actually bad is happening. Tends to laze about when there's nothing important to be done or he'll go through his stash of stolen items to make sure everything is in good condition. He is afraid of drowning as most Devil Fruit users are, but his more prominent fear is of bees. If he sees a beehive or a swarm of bees he will likely go for his flamethrower immediately. Slick is also a very curious person, whether it be how flammable something is or how a device works. He likes helping people out but he won't go out of his way to help others if it's gonna be a long arduous task, not unless everyone else decides to. And the most important thing of all, Slick loves fire. He loves fire so much, fire is one of his favorite things ever really, which is why he always carries matches with him.

History: Slick grew up on a small island in the South Blue, born to a pair of blacksmiths and repairmen. He was raised on learning how gun barrels were made and how to clean a cannon, basically everything a child should never know. One day when he was 6 a group of drunk pirates had come to his parents to have their guns and swords repaired after a hard battle with the Marines, when they left they forgot some of their treasure on the island, the most important one being a mysterious Devil Fruit they had planned on selling. Now Slick was a hungry 6 year old, not knowing how valuable it was he took a bite of it. It was absolutely disgusting, it tasted like gasoline (not that he knew what that was) but he had already taken a bite of it and he had been taught to never waste food so he swallowed it down like a champ.

This was a horrible idea, for this was the Oiru Oiru Fruit, a Logia type Devil Fruit that turned you into an Oil man. Slick began to melt into a puddle of oil immediately, which was quite terrifying for a 6 year old. As he panicked and flailed his arms about he splashed highly flammable oil everywhere and knocked over a lantern, setting his home on fire. He struggled to maintain his human form and ran outside, his parents did not make it out with him. Orphaned at the age of 6 he was horribly traumatised by the whole incident, mentally locking away the ability to physically become oil so he could never kill someone close to him like he killed his parents. Instead he sought to control what killed them, fire.

He spent the next 13 years of his life tinkering with various ideas and mastering the use of his powers in conjunction with fire, he also rebuilt his parents business and began repairing weapons for pirates. Over the years he became enamored by tales of Gol D Roger and his prowess in battle, some stories had him destroying entire armies with one placed bullet while others would make him out to be a master swordsman. Either way, Slick wanted these legendary weapons, he wanted to be just as strong as Gol D Roger was. but to do that he needed to get a hold of his weapons. So he set off on his journey at the age of 19.

Combat Specialties

Skills and Abilities: Talented repairsman in regards to all different types of weapons, is somewhat skilled in the art of inventing new weapons. Great cook, spent a lot of his life learning to cook for himself. Very fast and somewhat strong, he built up muscles from hammering metal.
Devil Fruit: Oiru Oiru Fruit (Oil Oil Fruit): A Logia with the ability to let the user turn into oil and endlessly produce oil, Slick has currently mentally handicapped himself so he can only use it like a Paramecia.

Haki: N/A

Gear: Custom Flamethrower, built to be fueled directly by Slick even in the middle of combat.

Fighting Style: Slick likes to stay away from his opponent and control the battlefield, either by covering it in oil or covering it in oil and the lighting said oil on fire.

Techniques: Oil Oil Skate: Slick covers the bottom of his shoes in oil and skates around the battlefield at high speeds, leaving a trail of oil behind him as he does so.
Oil Oil Getaway: Slick covers the ground in oil and then lights it on fire, leaving no way for the opponent to reach Slick as he runs away. Also applicable to deadly effect in sea battles, pouring oil into the ocean, waiting for the enemy ship to sail through the oil and then lighting it all on fire.

Nakama
Crewmate Name:
Captain Boone - Slick only kinda respects Boone, sure he's the captain but he hasn't done anything quite memorable enough for him to be truly worth respect. They get along pretty well, but Slick doesn't quite respect Boone despite his status as captain. If it really came down to it, Slick would actually take his position in a heartbeat. He does enjoy his stories though and likes to ask several questions to get details.

Caesar Inu - Caesar and Slick get along, mainly because Slick likes to talk about fire during his therapy sessions and Caesar appreciates that Slick knows how to relax unlike most members of the crew.

Bonesword - Slick likes Bonesword for 3 reasons. One he can make a lot of flammable stuff which is super great, he can make ingredients for cooking which is nice, and he really wants to see how milk affects a living skeleton. Whenever someone is arguing about stuff with Bonesword he'll generally take Bonesword's side, something about the little dude is endearing to him.

Lily Merrycure - Slick gets annoyed with her occasionally when she offers to take over cooking, but does his best to remember that she's just trying to help. He was talking about fire once and she mentioned lighting the fires in people's hearts, Slick took this a little too literally and now thinks she wants him to light people's hearts on fire. Not that he has a problem with that, he quite likes the idea. He finds it a little weird that she tries to mother him considering they're only two years apart, but he takes it in stride. He's very interested in her strange symbiote and wonders how flammable it is. Final note, Slick bugs her from time to time about creating more flammable oils and compounds for him to use. When she doesn't he will either back off for the day or just try and swipe some stuff from her to try and figure it out himself. He has caused more than one explosion on the ship.

Feya - Slick hates hearing about the food pyramid so much, he occasionally sees the food pyramid chasing him in his nightmares. Slick tries to avoid her as much as humanly possible, not out of hate but out of pure unadulterated fear. No human should eat so much every single day. Occasionally he steals from her but after the 3rd time he found his door broken down and the protein powder gone he stopped. Now he just lays down oil in front of her door every now and then. Whenever she starts nagging Bonesword about working out he'll side with Bonesword, but is strangely silent when milk gets brought up. He really wants to see Bonesword drink milk.

Dirk - Slick is kinda indifferent to Dirk, he recognizes the guy doesn't like him too much but doesn't mind. Dirk likes his cooking so he's alright in Slick's book.

[User]
Meeting the New Crew
Bonekid fell backwards onto the deck as he 'took a breath', using the opportunity to try and regain his stamina as he raised his arm into the air for a thumbs-up towards Captain Boone. "I'll be heading over shortly, Cap. I just need a minute."

Laying on the deck of the ship, Bonekid turned his head to Wafer, giving the man commencement for his work as well as an order. "Solid job at that fix speed, Kite. I was a bit skeptical, but you've definitely proved your worth. Mind droppin' the anchor?" Bonekid asked as he climbed back up onto his feet, using his sword for a bit of support. "I'd do it myself, but I'm gonna let my headache settle before I try any plant stuff for a while."

Quickly grabbing his bag (which was put in a safe spot on the ship's deck), Bonekid followed the captain of the Rums as he pulled out his Devil Fruit Encyclopedia, sheathing his sword in exchange. Looking at the captain of the opposite ship, Bonekid had to ask a question to him directly. "Excuse me, Captain?! Was that a devil fruit power you had demonstrated?!" Bonekid asked while he opened the book to the Table of Contents, looking for all the fruits he could to identify what the captain had used.

[Assistant]
Dirk Messir - Hanging Out With Your COOOOL New Friends
Huzzah. Dirk has achieved it. Only Dirk. Not only me, though, Caesar helps, and probably everyone else somehow.

Good Job Dirk! You're Number One!

Caesar did everything. The fact you think you contributed only shows how deluded you are.

You are bad Loser! Go jump off the boat Fool!

...but why was also saying this? Who wanted to even do that? Where is porpoise?

...OHHHHH, so they can all get to the other slide. The ship oft the enemy mothercrab. Okay, yes, the Divine Purpose was that perfect the place to go. Yes, good plan. Good plan. Go to the sea.

'I'm going to the other boat, Caesar,' Dirk muttered, sliding out from under the furry man and then moved to the closest side of the boat, and prepared to jump into the sea to go to the other sea boat sea. This is a brilliant idea. Divine Purpose says just go up the other side once you go... oh wait, it said an even better idea now.

'Shave.' I'll walk in the air as I leap out of the side of the boat off of the rails. This is still a brilliant idea.

[User]
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Caesar laughed as the ship reached the end of Reverse Mountain, and missed the beginning exchanges between them and the other ship.

But Dirk was heading over now that they had dropped anchor, and Caesar moved to follow him as he -

"Dirk, you blasted fool!" he growled, pulling him off the railing and slinging him over his shoulder. "There's a boarding thingy. You don't have to... Do whatever you were thinking."

He walked across to the other ship, setting Dirk down once they reached the other side with a soft pat on his shoulder.

Bonekid was already asking questions to the captain. Mystery Hands Shooty Guy. Shooty McShootyhands, maybe.

Caesar looked around before he roused his confusion.

"Has anyone seen Slick?"

[Assistant]
"Tibularapier! I got the milk!" Slick's voice emanated from below deck right after people began asking where he was. A brief moment of silence passed. Then Slick made his entrance as he exploded through the deck of the ship, holding two bottles of milk and looking slightly singed. If anyone bothered looking through the hole he had just made they would notice the charred remains of a pig head and several broken bones from... something. Also several melted plates and utensils, but they had plenty more. Probably.

Slick landed on the deck gracefully, holding up the milk with a bright smile on his face and his flamethrower strapped to his back for some reason. He looked around and his smile turned into a look of confusion, why was everything broken? Slick looked at everyone else as if silently asking what was happening when he spotted the other ship right next to them. He gasped and dropped the milk, the bottles shattering as he brought his hands to his mouth with a look of... excitement? "Why didn't anyone tell me it's time for art?" Slick turned on his flamethrower and jumped off the side of the ship, flinging a whip of sticky oil towards the other crew's mast and using it as a grappling hook to pull himself the rest of the way. "WhAt ArT sHaLl I mAkE tOdAy CaPtAiN?" He called out to Boone as he helped out an injured Lilli. How long have they been fighting for! He could've made so much art by now!