[System]
Physical Form
Umbra
Umbra has no real physical form, but rather takes control of various objects most often statues, and in rare occasions even people or animals. In order to get around this Umbra does have a human companion that he uses as a temporary body if the situation calls for it.

Christopher
His companion is a small child named Christopher who is around the age of 7 who stands at just under 4'. The child looks like a normal human commoner, and wears nothing but very simple clothing, a plain white t-shirt and light brown pants (both loosely fitted and slightly torn). Christopher looks very unkempt and often appears covered in dirt and grime.

Abilities
Umbra
-Possess:Umbra attempts to take complete control of the person or object for an unlimited amount of time if successful. If the object is inanimate and is unprotected from magical wards then Umbra can possess it with ease. If he is trying to posses something protected by a magical ward or something that is living than it is slightly more difficult, and if the person is strongly willed or if the object in mention is protected by a powerful enough ward than Umbra will become unable to posses said object and will become unable to repossess something for the next twelve hours.
-Inanimate Possession: If Umbra takes control of an inanimate object than he will be able to move around as that object as if it was another living being, only without the physical limitations of a normal human either, granting him as much as four times the physical capabilities of the average human.
-Living Possession: If Umbra takes control of a living being than he is able to interact with people as if he was one. Though this comes with the risk of failure due to the person's willpower and their own physical limitations, it is often the easiest way for Umbra to get around.
-Trapped in Purgatory: When Umbra is not taking possession of an object or person he is unable to interact with the world of the living or be seen by those who inhabit it.
-Frozen Touch: If Umbra is able to pierce or cut a living thing or object it will immediately begin to freeze until the person or object is completely frozen (It can take upwards of two days to become fully frozen from a minor cut, but a major wound can take as little time as an hour). The only way to prevent this is from fully happening is by cutting off the afflicted wound, using advanced healing magic or any kind of fire based magic to stop the spread.
-Enemy of the light: When Umbra takes possession of a person or object he is unable to walk around or move in direct sunlight or any source of light as strong as sunlight, as well as unable to leave the possessed body because of it (fire lit rooms don't affect him). If he comes into contact with any form of shade he is able to continue as if he wasn't in sunlight.
-Personality Disorder: When Umbra takes possession of a living being he will adopt that person's characteristics and personality completely.
-Flight: When Umbra is not taking possession of a person or object he is able to naturally fly from location to location at immense speeds.

Personality
Umbra
Umbra is often extremely apathetic showing little care for morality or others around him beyond achieving his own goals and surviving. This makes him not inherently evil nor inherently good, but rather someone who will chooses the quickest and cleanest solution to solving a problem.

Christopher
Christopher is extremely outgoing and talkative for a small child. His childlike behavior is often easily noticed, and sometimes will go out of his way to show this to those around him. He is extremely naive and will attempt to befriend anyone or anything he sees. Much like Umbra, over the couple of years Christopher has spent with him he began to lose any concern over morality. Often seeing killing or other despicable activities as normal things that you must do in order to survive.

Wants/Needs
He has two ultimate goals, to find a permanent body of his own, one that doesn't age, need rest, or get exhausted, and to be able to move freely in the sunlight. He is convinced that "the master" will be able to one day provide this to him or at the very least find him someone who can.

Relationships
Umbra holds a close relationship with Christopher. The small child being the closest thing he could have to his son he began to grow fond of him. Eventually befriending Christopher.

Backstory
Once a wealthy man named Jackson Rider, Umbra lead a life with little care until he found a beautiful woman named Rosana, who promised to marry him if he proved that he wasn't only wealthy, but brave. Eventually he came to the conclusion the only way to prove this was to defeat a witch outside of the village, and bring back her head to show all of the towns people. As a week passed by he prepared buying weapons, armor, and potions to eventually defeat this witch.
Eventually the time came and he set off on his journey, eventually arriving within two days. The witch though proved much more powerful than he had ever expected. To her, he was nothing but a mere bug waiting to be squashed maybe even less so. Before striking him down she found it more interesting to curse him instead. "A child born without soul to the newly wed wife. A husband to a weeping woman and a child without purpose in life. Forsaken by god and forsaken by man. Simply to prove one's bravery matches his wealth hand to hand."
It wasn't long before he arrived home with feelings of failure and confusion. When he went to tell Rosana of his failure, she accepted him saying "an honest man is more virtuous and worthy of being my husband than the bravest of men," and so they married. It wasn't long until his wife told him of her pregnancy and the child was born not long after and was named Christopher. Sadly much like the witch had told him long ago his child was born without a soul.
That day he journeyed to the witches hut, leaving behind both his wife and child. He begged and cried for forgiveness. For the witch to lift the curse on his son. She smiled wickedly and whispered. "Death will be both your salvation and your punishment." She quickly pulled out a dagger and stabbed Umbra through the chest, whispering a chant.
When he finally awoke he was greeted by the witch. "You are no longer man nor are you demon, simply Umbra taker of lives. Forced to walk in the shoes of others and the shadows of the night. Enjoy your son's soul for yours."
After many years after that day, how many exactly is unknown to him, he slowly began to desire what he once lost many years ago. Eventually he stumbled upon the dungeon keeper. Sensing his power and strength he decided it would be best to seek his help. They eventually they came to a compromise, if Umbra helps him achieve his goals he will one day return the favor.

Other
-If Umbra is in the body of a living person and said living person suffers a fatal wound Umbra will not die, but rather he would suffer a great amount of pain and will be unable to possess a body for a great deal of time (usually around a couple of weeks).
-There is no real way to permanently 'kill' Umbra, rather you can banish him to another plane of existence. While this can be accomplished through powerful spells or other magical means, the easiest way to do this would be to destroy his possessed body completely before the possessed can die. (Note: He can technically leave the possessed body at anytime so this would be best accomplished if he was under direct sunlight, or if it was by surprise.)

[User]
As the sorceress was abandoned by her guards, Athinar kept moving forward, breaking the fleeing ranks of men like so much water upon a stone. Then, the street before the sorceress and himself was suddenly clear for the nine meters ahead. Sprinting across the gap, Athinar had halved the distance, when she turned her attention back to the massive fighter, pointing at him. Immediately, Athinar knew that she had cast some kind of spell. A hex. Dehydration. It'll make me shrivel up, and then make my blood escape. Athinar paused, cocking his head. Where had that come from? (Anyone with soul sensing abilities would be able to feel the pressure from Athinar.) Shaking his head like a dog, he began to run forward, only to be forced to stop in his tracks, and fall to his knees. He started gasping, his lungs now dry. Head pounding, tinges of black fading into his vision.

Would he be stopped like this, by a puny mage? No! Roaring with rage, even through the dehydration, time seemed to stop, and the borders of the world seemed to liquefy, like quicksilver. A dark mist poured out through the surrounding alleyways, and swirled around Athinar. Circling him, as if studying him, the mist spoke.

So... you don't want to die here?

Athinar said nothing, because he couldn't move. The mist flew closer, until it was in his face.

I suppose I could help you out a bit.

As the mist faded, and time seemed to flow, a black, featureless figure waved at the edges of his vision, ominously.

We'll be in touch.

And then with a snap, time returned. Athinar stood up fully, without the feeling of being choked. Looking down at himself, steam still rose from his body, but it stopped almost instantly. In his hands, was a black, guardless, hand-and-a half sword, one that had several dull runes engraved into the blade. It was about half a foot wide, and three feet long. Curious, Athinar waved it around a bit. It was weightless. Curious. Shrugging, and cracking his neck, he grinned. Whatever happened, it had rendered the sorceress' spell ineffective.

Pouncing towards the priestess, he cut horizontally, chopping the woman in half. Her torso flew upwards, spraying beautiful blood, and her legs stayed standing, spurting like a geyser. The look on the woman's face was that of extreme surprise and terror, at which Athinar began laughing madly, baying like an animal. Looking around at the other guards, he saw some knight in shining armor. Literally. Growling, he sprinted, holding the sword easily. If anyone got in his way, he would barrel through them, shoving them out of the way.

(Note: Anyone who was in position to see the mist come out from the surrounding alleyways, would only see smoke pour out, and in a cyclone, turn into the blade in Athinar's hands. It happened almost too quickly to see, so if you were distracted, you would've missed it. Narza would have felt an immense power, unstoppable by herself, pass through the walls of 'us'.)

[Assistant]
The days had gone well enough for the two adventurers, Putting a kind inquest with others for their 'missing' companions they were still waiting in town for. The town was known as 'Mossgate' for the thick stone walls covered in the green growth that seemed to never stay off no matter what, dozens of bards had dozens of tales why the moss would grow so abundantly and they had heard them all. The big walls lead to archer towers which would make for difficulty with the few hundred guards of the few thousand inside meant that at least one in ten could fight with true knights to call in for guidance and reinforcements.

After barking around for long enough, he managed to get directed to the tower that housed the mage guild. He made a bargain with them to try and combine the heat enchantment of the dagger and the reflective spell of the shield in order to make a new enchantment to reflect fire. IF they could make that for him, he would let them keep the three magic items he brought with him. He also had a chance to recharge his wand on his arm from all the mounts he had been summoning. Tinkerhell was quite crucial in getting the wizards to comply with his requests and maintain their silence.

Next he went to the mapmakers to get the most detailed layout of the city possible, down to the spaces between stores. He took that map and had four perfect copies made measured out to the inch. Those three copies found their ways into the hands of best woodcarvers in the city, each tasked with taking a quarter of the town to make little buildings for a scale model with enough detail that he could pour water down the street and watch it trickle between alleys. None of this was cheep, but you would be amazed how easily the simplest charming spells and a sack of gold does wonders to put one at the top of the list of projects.

Wizards and warriors can protect the city, but it is the temple that protects the faith. Here is where tinkethell would falter if she were truly unholy and not just wholly amoral. Gossip and rumor were the meal of the day as the two took turns twisting every word from any mouth on either side to something worse. The seeds of distrust got planted to water in the temple of the sea and fan the fires of their goddes while the order of light was founding themselves in righteous indignation at perceived sleights.

All in all it was going well when the trouble of faith means that one in ten at temple was a warrior on the wall.

[User]
Umbra stood silently watching the situation unfold in front of him. The priestess had what seemed like an unbreakable grip on Athinar, only for something strange to happen. In almost an instant Athinar had defeated the mage, and suddenly held a strange sword in his hand. Soon attention turned towards the knight.

Umbra quickly took action and found a nearby archer, terrified and confused, attempting to flee from a nearby rooftop, a perfect target. Charging towards the man he quickly possessed the archer and took aim towards the knight. "This chaos is making it difficult to aim" he scowled, but time wasn't on his side as Athinar had begun blindly charging towards the knight himself. Feeling almost pressured Umbra took the shot anyways, managing to strike him squarely in the shoulder.

Both the soldiers and the knight looked confused, most likely wondering if it had been friendly fire or an enemy arrow. Suddenly, the wound began to freeze. It wouldn't be long until his entire shoulder would go numb, but by the looks of it, they wouldn't live long enough to find that out. Athinar was quickly closing the gap between them, and their attention had turned elsewhere. "Not exactly a killing blow, but Athinar can handle the rest." Umbra quietly muttered.


[System]
Appearance:

Alias(es): Silver Spider

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Description:
* Height - 5'9
* Weight - 160 lbs
* Skin Colour - White
* Hair Colour - Brown (buzz cut)
* Eye Colour - Brown
* Build - Lean

Magic Type: Ki

Role: Knight

Specialty: Swordsmanship

Personality:
* Cool
* Calm
* Cocky
* Reckless in battle
* Listless in peace
* Adrenaline junkie

Background:
Unlike most knights of Belisio, Leo did not come from a prestigious family or long line of warriors. Instead, his father was a wandering strider and his mother was a battlemage in the army, both seasoned pirate hunters but nonetheless of common stock who would have lived ordinary lives if not for their talents.

Trained by his father, Leo learned the ways of ki and swordsmanship to be able to fend for himself should anything befall his parents. It was hoped that he would live a peaceful life and never have to use his skills in practice, but the more he trained, the more bored he became with ordinary life until nothing else interested him except for swordsmanship.

Growing up, he entered every competition he could and always proved himself better than everyone else. Never knowing defeat, Leo grew arrogant and proud, but it wasn't enough to be the best in competitions. He wanted to fight for real. As soon as he came of age, he joined the military and passed through training with flying colours, eager to prove himself in combat at the first opportunity. An opportunity that came in the form of pirates attacking a convoy of mist tankers which Leo had been assigned to guard.

The attack came sudden and swift with the pirates using their speeders to ambush the convoy before anyone could react, their movements having been concealed by the clouds. With the military escort airship leading at the fore and the pirates attacking from the rear, it would not have been able to turn around fast enough to address the threat before the tanker furthest away would be taken over. Its fate was in the hands of the soldiers serving as security aboard the vessel, a single squad including Leo.

With the pirates already on board and en route to the bridge, it was already too late to shoot them out of the sky. The fighting would come down to close quarters combat within narrow corridors and spaces. As it so happened, Leo excelled in such conditions and like a spider striking from its nest, he sprang his own ambush upon the pirates before they could make it to the bridge. With a single stroke of his sword, the entire raiding party was wiped out in an instant and Leo felt the greatest thrill of his life.

After that, his ascent to knighthood was all but assured as he went on to achieve similar feats throughout his career, honing his skill and developing new fighting techniques between missions. Seeing what he was becoming though, Leo's father expressed disapproval at his son's increasingly reckless attitude and addiction to combat. Leo remained unfazed and unchanged however, so the day he became a knight was the day his father disowned him, telling him he was not welcome back home for as long as he remained a spider.

His mother, long retired from military life, tried in vain to get the two to reconcile over the next few years. However, even to this day with the Vaimese fleet upon the horizon, father and son remain estranged, and Leo is all too eager to plunge into the fray once again.

Equipment:
* Silverfang - The sword that gave Leo the first half of his knightly name, the Silverfang is a master crafted saber with a simple yet elegantly designed silver hilt and black leather grips. Its blade is always kept to a mirror polish and honed with obsessive care. Easily shattered without ki reinforcement.
* Nerve suit - A body suit made up of artificial muscle fibers, designed to augment Leo's strength without sacrificing speed and mobility. Also capable of hardening to stop shrapnel and high caliber bullets, but vulnerable to bladed weapons and offers no protection against concussive force or extreme temperatures.
* Gilded plate armour - Ornately decorated steel plates meant more for protecting the nerve suit than the wearer, but can protect from low calibre bullets in a pinch. Denotes the wearer's status as a knight.

Abilities:
* Ki Reinforcement - Rather than using ki to reinforce his body or armour, Leo focuses all of his power into the blade of his sword, allowing him to cut through anything and anyone.
* Air Slash - Charge sword with ki and send it forth as a flying blade of energy, attacking foes from a distance.
* Enhanced reflexes - Years of training has honed Leo's instincts to a razor's edge, allowing him to dodge bullets or even deflect them with his sword.
* Enhanced senses - By focusing ki into his sense of hearing and touch, Leo is able to pick up vibrations in the ground, walls and the very air to detect enemies like prey within a spider's web.

Extra:

[User]
Tyrhallan's eyes changed for a moment at the mentioning of the man's name and Battalion.
The fact he was still alive, was quite miraculous. Not unlike his own Vanguard Battalion they were close to the front, they usually took the hardest hits, since the main focus would be on them, unlike Tyrhallan's who were truthfully more comparable to raiders.
Knives with stealth, leaving the enemy in disarray.
The insulting string of words Arn let out would have earned him a couple of demands for a Duel if he was facing any other knight.
"Yes, thank you." He said curtly and coldly, keeping in mind that the man either simply didn't care for manners or simply wasn't aware of his own rude behaviour.
Tyrhallan wasn't going to flare up for this man's enjoyment. As far as he was concerned if the man was actively trying to goad him into a reponse then he was truly to be pitied indeed.
It also didn't contribute to the actual sparring match.
Tyrhallan wouldn't bite anyway, he stepped away from them, making sure he gave orders to his Sergeant before disappearing, though as soon as his men would hear of the Duel they would want to observe it. It was only fair that he would inform them.
"We will reconvene at your suggested location."
Undoubtedly the bets would be placed.

[Assistant]
"Finally," Leo drawled as he hung his sabre over his neck and followed after Tyrhallan with a swaggering gait.

The Spider had more than enough of all this talking, but looking back at the hilltop they were leaving behind, he couldn't help feeling a tinge of regret for moving away from that spot. Two knights crossing swords atop a hill in the light of dusk, nothing could have made a more ideal scenery. Then again however, there was something to be said for the wide open space and even ground of a windswept meadow such as the one they were heading towards.

"Here will do," Leo said as he lowered his sabre, letting it trail over the stalks of grass all around them before turning to face the Crimson Rider. "What do you think?"

Seeing soldiers and other onlookers pointing at them from a distance, Leo smirked as he continued while taking up the same guard stance from before, "Ready to demonstrate how a knight talks?"

[User]
Tyrhallan took the liberty of informing Sergeant Firenze of his sparring match, telling him for the time being he had command whilst he was occupied with his opponent.
Naturally the most curious of the bunch caught on and eagerly informed the others.
"Cap'n is gonna fight Spider. This is gonna be good."
"My money is on the Captain bet you 5 silverlings he's gonna make the boy eat dust..."
"Nah, I'll put my money on the Spider, I've seen him fight before, he's got some mean moves."
Tyrhallan ignored the other knights as they saw the opportunity to start a betting pool and placing bets.
His men eager to see the outcome followed quickly in his shadow as they moved towards their 'new arena'.
Here will do," Leo said as he lowered his sabre, letting it trail over the stalks of grass all around them before turning to face the Crimson Rider. "What do you think?"
His eyes ran over the desired area, following the lay of the land, the sweet early summergrass glowing golden as the wind sung through it.
He looked back at Leo and gave a single strong, weightful nod, before he watched the sun for a moment more.
Quickly the men began with setting up the ring, a large set of circles were drawn in the meadow, the grass flattened to establish the small little world Tyrhallan and Leo would contain themselves to.
A knights world.
A world wherein you waltzed with Death.
If the men did not take care and restrained themselves to a fine lined degree their dance would end...forever...
He watched Leo smirk, eagerly taking up the same guarding stance once more.
"Ready to demonstrate how a knight talks?"
Tyrhallan smiled at those words allowing a pause to fall as he moved fluidly, nonchalantly into position.
"Dalmer, tell me...What defines you?"
"What will you tell Death when Death finally shows you its face?"
"When it has had enough and is tired of all those poor fools that have had the sad predicament of being in the way of your blade?"
"Will you embrace it or will you battle it, I wonder..." Tyrhallan said as he slid his own blade out of its sheath.
As he held it up he gazed for a moment in the black abyss that reflected his image.
There were few that ever had the good fortune to see the unsheathed sword. This was due to Tyrhallan's fightingstyle and if they did, it was usually the last thing that flashed before their eyes, before they met the sharp steel of 'Fatebringer'.
As the wind changed so did Tyrhallan.
The wrist of his right arm turned and the blade rotated with it, its glint eerie, as it almost seemed that the rays of sunlight that reached the blade were slashed into a broken myriad of colours.
The predatory gaze had returned, his eyes darkened as his arm moved in a creeping pace into its position.
Starting in an open Vom Tag position he waited for the Arbiter to start off their little sparring match.
The muscles and nerves in his legs tightening and straining to literally burst into action. As soon as Arn had opened their match, Tyrhallan, true to his name, dove forwards at his opponent with a terrifying speed. Bringing in a mastercut, using his speed and momentum to swing the blade upward and tilt it. Knowing his opponent used speed in his attacks and dodges too not allowing Leo to simply block his blow.
Now it would come down to technique and skill.
As the blades collided, they sung, Tyrhallan turned his Zwerchhau inward, knowing most opponents would be too off guard by the first strike, that the follow up often was fatal.
He also knew that Leo wasn't a fool and had talent, but he would be pleased if their fight lasted for bit longer at the least.

[url](For the move youtube.com/watch?v=yejU_Cq8Qzs for those interested)[/url]

[Assistant]
Arn followed the pair to the designated area. He gave a sweeping look towards those in the vicinity. Almost as if it could be sensed in the air, heads started to turn to their passing. He noticed that the White haired knight seemed to command respect. A very obvious shield with two crossed swords became evident. How had he missed that? The battlemage's opinion of the man grew some. If the white haired knight was indeed the commanding officer, and if Arn remembered his knight ranks correctly he was, then the amount of reservation and propriety at Arn's apparent impudence was astronomical. Most knights, especially high born ones, would have lashed him with tongue and later maybe even with a proper cat o nine tails.

As it was, Arn had observed some dissatisfaction register on the face of the knight but he had attributed it to the way he usually talks which off puts people. Their short walk to the designated area had gathered quite the following. The news of the match spreading like waves upon a still lake. The anticipation was brimming on the eyes of those starting to gather. A group of designated men prepared the area eagerly. He caught the names and code names of the knights' he had been so bold as to lecture.

It seemed like the white haired Knight was indeed the Captain Tyrhallan in command of the current outfit which he and his mage battalion had been assigned to. The other, as he had suspected upon hearing the family name was the one named the Spider. Both were renowned fighters and the usually calm and collected battlemage started to feel a twinge of excitement at being able to witness their prowess. In battle, its hard to actually measure a man's skill as any move that wounds or kills is a good one. Even efficient fighters must sometimes sacrifice finesse for numbers in the battle field. But here, it was just the two of them. Only skill would determine the victor.

Sensing the impatience of those gathered added to his own desire to witness a good show, Arn pronounced loud and clear the match to begin. A burst of noise followed. Jeers, cheers and swears stirred a cacophony that would have been appropriate if this was a covert mission. Their position on the hill would perhaps work to their advantage. The ruckus might travel to the village of Presper. Any person in favor of the Belisian's would take the noise as a sign of hope. Those that would raise arms against them would interpret it as a sign of danger.

Whatever the case, the fight was underway. Despite the chaos on the sidelines, the two fighters were all on their world own inside the circles. Arn himself was captivated by the dance that the knights had embarked upon. He would be able to learn about these me in each strike. For though he was only a mage, he appreciated all aspects of martial prowess. The battlemage gulped as he felt more than saw the disturbance in the Aether fields around the two opponents. After all, blade wilders tapped in a different way to the life force of Gia.

This match was indeed something to devote one's attention to.

[User]
"That's not exactly what I meant by how a knight talks," Leo responded wryly as Tyrhallan finished speaking. "But I can show you the answer."

Then the Knight Captain drew his blade and Leo noted the shift in his demeanor as he took up his stance, his eyes like that of a predator about to strike. There you are, Leo thought as he controlled his breathing, channeling ki into his sabre and bracing for whatever might come. The Crimson Rider.

Time seemed to slow down as Arn called for the match to begin and almost immediately, Tyrhallan was upon him. His sword came as a blur from the left, tilting up towards Leo's head which he narrowly caught on the strong of his sabre, just above the hilt.

My reflexes are a match for his speed, Leo realized in that instant as he countered with a vertical slash, only to meet Tyrhallan's follow up attack whipping around to the other side of his head. Their blades clashed once again and Leo leapt back to avoid a potential third strike.

"Trying to give me a haircut?" Leo casually asked as he slowly circled around his opponent, watching every little movement. "I see you're good with the high guard, but what about..."

All of a sudden, the Spider dropped into a crouch and swung his sword in a wide horizontal arc, releasing the ki in his blade into the very air and sending it forth as a blade of wind aimed directly at Tyrhallan's feet.


[System]
Leda Storm
Character Quote: "When it rains, look for rainbows. When it's dark, look for stars."

---

---

Character Summary
Aliases: Leddie, Princess Rainbow Unicorn
Age: 16
Birthday: November 28th, 2002
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: Los Angeles, California
Godly Parent: Iris
Cabin Number: Cabin 14; Year Round Camper
How Many Years At Camp: Two
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Shrine Maintenance and Upkeep
Languages: English, Ancient Greek, Spanish

---

---

Appearance
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 120 pounds
Body Type: Skinny
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde (Rainbows)
Skin Tone: Tanned (Rainbows)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars on her knees
Personal Style: Leda generally will wear a jean jacket, a tie-dyed Camp Halfblood t-shirt, white shorts, and converse sneakers. Any deviation from that usually means that her grandparents are coming to visit her in the United States and they tend to expect a little higher dress for outings. She loves to style her hair and explore with various colors, which makes sense given her godly parent. Of course, even if it is fashionable, it has to be comfortable and practical or she won't wear it. Heels for example are out - monsters would so show up to fight the instant she put them on and she does not want to get permanent blisters.

---

---

Psychology
Creative * Idealistic * Empathetic * Careless * Insightful * Two-Faced

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Dating Rebecca Eventide, Daughter of Hecate
Personality: (One paragraph or more)
Fatal Flaw: Excessive/Personal loyalty
Habits: Fidgeting, braiding and unbraiding her hair
Hobbies: Running
Fears:
* Wasps
* Enclosed Spaces
* Complete Darkness

Likes:
* Reading
* Nature
* Wide Open Areas
* Marshmallows
* Colors
* Sweets
* Celestial Auroras
* Design and Construction
* Comic Books
* Thunderstorms

Dislikes:
* Tripping (fuck you, Zeke)
* Dismissal of any god/goddess
* Bigots
* Modernism
* DC Movies
* Any man who tells her to calm down
* Coffee
* Cliques

---

---

Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Superhuman Speed
* Rainbow Manipulation

General Skills:
* Greek Mythology
* Singing
* First Aide
* Weaving
* Lock Picking
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:
* Sword-Fighting
* Agility
* Endurance
* Flexibility

Magic Item:
* Enchanted Compass: It always points where to go, as long as a question has been asked.
* Ultraviolet: Celestial bronze sword disguised as a necklace, gives off a faint hue that varies depending on Leda's mood

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Denim jacket, camp necklace, tie-dyed camp shirt, white shorts, black converse, rainbow socks
* Purse/Wallet - 20 Gold Drachma, picture of her grandparents, $100, £50, driver's license, lucky silver Drachma
* Celestial Bronze Sword (appears as her necklace)
* Witch's Pendant - gift from her girlfriend, Rebecca
* Swiss Army Knife - Celestial Bronze
* Light purple backpack
* Baggie of Ambrosia Squares
* Assorted Twinkies
* Water Bottle
* Enchanted Compass
* Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Possessions In Cabin:
* British and American Passports
* Wardrobe of Winter and Summer Clothing
* Shrine Maintenance Kit
* A crate full of Twinkies
* Letter from her mortal mother; unopened
* Kindle
* Celestial Bronze Sword
* Remaining Harry Potter books
* Polaroid Camera
* iPod
* Earbuds

---

---

History
Biography Leda was adopted by her grandparents, as her mother was deemed unfit to raise a child. She was too free spirited and flighty, claiming that Leda didn't have a father and that her mother was a goddess. It was strictly speaking nonsense. Contact from her mother was forbidden and since she a little under two years old when her grandparents took her in, Leda didn't really feel like she missed out on much growing up. She loved her grandparents dearly and they took good care of her - so what that she didn't know her mother or father?

Her grandparents were rather rich and wealthy Brits, living in southern England. They paid for her to attend the very best schools, especially when she was diagnosed with severe dyslexia and ADHD. She could never quite sit still. Her teachers complained that although she was sweet and bright, she was wild and undisciplined. There was some improvement when she joined a running club, discovering that she was easily faster than anyone her age. Yet when she could easily outrun all the other kids without breaking a sweat, she was accused of using performance enhancing drugs and kicked out of the school.

This pattern kept on happening, causing Leda to withdraw slightly into herself. She quit running and would instead sneak out of her house in the middle of the night. Her grandparents, while good to her, were fairly easy to trick as they were getting rather old. She didn't really have any friends and of course, that meant that she had more than enough bullies. One night the bullies were chasing her and she was heading for the water - and something told her to take that leap of faith. She dashed across the water's surface, going faster than she ever had before, as if she were some sort of superhero.

She had never been happier than in that moment.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Leda didn't tell anyone at first. They would think she was insane - she even went to comic book stores, reading about the Flash and trying to figure out how she could run so quickly. Unfortunately, her scent grew stronger and attracted a group of Empousai. They cornered her in the locker rooms at her school and would have killed her, had her powers not triggered and she blasted them with rainbow light. The monsters crumbled into dust and a satyr located her soon after, taking her to Camp Half-Blood.

As a daughter of Iris, she feels safe staying at camp year round. The entire concept that she didn't actually have a father but rather a divine mother still confuses her... Yet given that Iris doesn't have a cult of worship, Leda has gotten interested in the restoration and maintenance of shrines to all gods and goddesses, minor and major. She created one for her mother.

---

---

Additional Information
Theme Song: E.T. by Katy Perry
Extra Information:
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]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Truck -- The Road
Skills:

---

---

 Ezekiel walked up to the gentleman, hoping he would calm a little bit when he saw it was just a bunch of kids. He looked pretty angry already but Ezekiel just help up his hands. "You okay? We got a first aid kit if you need it," Ezekiel offered. Behind him he heard Leda start to swear, her accent coming out strong and Ezekiel turned to see her coming at him with her sword. He dropped down and ducked out of the way. "The hell Leda?!" He watched her stab the man in his shoulder then miss an attack from him.
 That was when he realized that they had crashed into a monster. Well of course, why the hell not. Ezekiel took a step back, ready to jump in if he needed to but he had a feeling Leda wanted to take this one on her own and get some of her anger out. "Just let me know if you need to tap out," Ezekiel said and just stood and watched this. If only they had a video camera.

[Assistant]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: North Carolina, The Road Again
Skills: N/A

---

---

Kristin stumbled out of the truck her head was still pounding a little bit from the sudden hit, but the healing was better. Kristin watched Leda rushing forward, and then heard the cyclopes roaring in rage. And attempted to swing at Leda again, only to miss though she was really gratful for Zeke's healing he was just watching Leda attack the monster and not helping at all. "She'll need some help Zeke." Kristin said as she drew out her bracelet which turned into her spear and rushed forward at the cyclopes driver.

She didn't feel bad anymore that they were basically fighting against a monster either. "Hey ugly!" Kristin said, as she thrusted her spear at the cyclopes' leg causing it to drop down to its knee before getting back up again and tried to swing at Kristin now only to miss. She looked towards Leda for a moment, knowing that she was probably embarrassed from crashing.

[User]
---

---

🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

---

Location: On the Road - North Carolina
Skills: Sword Fighting, Agility

---

---

 Leda almost wished that the cyclops would land a hit on her. She certainly felt like she deserved it, being relatively unscathed from the crash whereas Kristin, the annoying daughter of Athena, had gotten hurt. She didn't want others to pay for her actions. That wasn't fair. Her sword, Ultraviolet, continued to glow a faint shade of red. Kristin had managed to wound the cyclops in the knee and Zeke seemed to just be watching what was going on - and that was fine by her. She and Kristin had taken care of the cylopses in the old house while he was outside.

 "You fucking bloody old git, just die already!!!" she screamed at the cyclops, bringing her sword down in an attempt to chop its head off, but she missed. The cyclops tried to hit her again, only to fail. Leda swung again, this time blinding it in the eye. "Urgh, you're such a piece of shit monster!" Leda raged.

[Assistant]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Truck -- The Road
Skills: Light Manipulation

---

---

 Ezekiel looked at Kristin and frowned when she charged forward. "You know Kristin, sometimes people don't want help. Sometimes they want to figure it out on their own. Don't speak for Leda, let her speak for herself," he said annoyed at Kristin. It wasn't just Kristin he was annoyed with though. He was annoyed with the crash, the delay and yet another monster battle. They. Were. Running. Out. Of. Time. And his father was counting on him, the camp was counting on him. Who knew what the hell would happen and what Apollo's wrath would be if they didn't finish the mission. Gods weren't known to be nice.
 He shifted his hand, pulling on the light surrounding them and concentrated it on the Cyclopes. He burst into flames but the bastard didn't die but he was pissed. Well, so was Ezekiel. "Anyone what to skewer the fool now?" His hand slipped into his pocket and held the sun medallion in his hand encase he needed to take the shot.

[User]
Kristin Reynolds

Location: North Carolina, The Road Again
Skills: Spears

---

---

The cyclopes roared in rage as Leda managed to blind it, and then was set on fire by the fire that Zeke had lit him on fire, Kristin then swung her spear again missing miserably again. "Really?" She said and then turned to look over her shoulder at Zeke giving him a little bit of a glare and gave him the finger. When the cyclopes finally burst into dust after the fire had hurt it to much, Kristin closed her eyes for a moment letting out a slight sigh as her spear turned back into her bracelet again. Looking over at the two of them and then over at Leda. "Are you okay?" She asked.

Kristin looked at their truck seeing the front end didn't look like it was in good shape and smoke coming out of the hood also wasn't a good thing at all either. She made her way towards the car that the cyclopes was driving and then looked into the window seeing that the keys were still in the ignition. "At least we have a new set of wheels." Kristin said as she opened up the passenger side door and got in the cyclopes wouldn't be needing it anymore.

[Assistant]
🌈 Leda Storm 🌈

---

Location: On the Road - North Carolina
Skills: N/A

---

---

 Leda didn't know whether or not to be irritated by Zeke or Kristin. On one hand, she loved shouting at people to let others think and speak for themselves. She resonated very strongly with that. On the other hand, she preferred Kristin to Zeke. Zeke liked to trip her at super speed. Kristin didn't. Falling at super speed was very painful. She was still crying slightly, but the tears turned to laughter as Zeke burned the cyclops alive, killing it. She took a few steadying breaths, drying her eyes as best as she could. "I fucked up. I'm really sorry about that - I'm not exactly chuffed with myself..." she admitted, trying to calm down.

 "No more Iris Messaging and driving," she promised, getting into the car. She was going to wait until her hands were steady before she tried to drive. She didn't want to get into another accident. The car wasn't in too bad shape, sure the back end was dented but it wasn't enough for them to be pulled over. Leda started to adjust the mirror when she froze, seeing what was in the back seat. "...Guys... Erm... There's a babe - a baby cyclops..." she gulped. "We can't kill it... Should we take it to the nearest beach or something, offer it to Poseidon? Maybe he'll take in Heracles into the Forges..."

 She may or may not have already named it. Baby Heracles was super cute.


[System]
Alias: Animal aka one of 'the Wonder Twins'

Experience: 55 days

Hometown: Gotham

Age: 17

Personality: Loyal, loud, reckless, short fused, witty

Powers: Animal shapeshifting respectively. J is a little stronger but nothing superhuman.

Weaknesses: Just as human as anybody wearing light body armor. Also has to be within a mile of his brother for his powers to work, in time this will fade.

Reason for joining Robin?: The twins had no place else to go. After their single father discovered they were hiding metahuman powers he 'seemingly' abandoned them in their apartment and within weeks the kids were evicted and on the streets. Still managing to get online Robin found them and offered them a place on his team.

Appearance: Will have micros as soon as photobucket stops being a dick or a find a new site to save pics on.

BRIEF Bio: The twins were first discovered at an orphanage as babies and soon after a man and his wife adopted them while they were still very young. Ten years into the Gotham family's lives had the twins losing the woman they'd called mother in a car wreck during a time when the Jokerz gang was really making a name for itself. Over the course of the next several years, their grieving father made it known he didn't care for the criminals in Gotham or the 'heroes' who hide behind masks trying to battle them. However several months ago, the twins' father Greg Winston, went out to pick up dinner and never returned home. It more than likely had something to do with him witnessing the kids using their new metahuman abilities days earlier. After only a few weeks the kids were evicted from the apartment. They were close enough to eighteen that nobody really cared if they were homeless or not.

That's when Matt McGinnis and his mother saw the twins defending themselves against a handful of Jokerz. Matt knew that those kids had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Days later the younger brother of Batman found the teens picking up an internet signal outside of a Pizza Play restaurant on electronic devices they hadn't yet pawned. A couple bags full of clothes and a few belongings were all they had to their names. Matt explained how he was the new Robin and was forming his own team of Titans, and the twins quickly agreed to join. Living in an abandoned 19th century arcade, they agreed to let it also serve as the base of operations for this new team who's first mission was to knock Batman himself down a peg.

Two weeks later when Matt McGinnis was killed the boys were back to square one. That was until Batman returned and said he was putting the team back together. He told the twins Matt was his brother, and how he had to do it to honor him. Both understood and helped Terry construct a bunker HQ under the old arcade. The twins moved downstairs into the HQ where one or two other teammates could also have a room there. Over the last four weeks, the eight times Batman had showed up for training were the highlights of the month. Each member of the team got new suits and in memory of Matt a statue was put up towards the entrance of Robin.

Notes:

* After the first arc the boys will get tired of being called Wonder Twins and stop dressing alike. Their powers will also begin to evolve [like Beast Boy to Animal Man and Poison Ivy to Swamp Thing].

* J and Z no longer attend school. They were both however juniors in high school when they dropped out, with Z excelling in academics and J being into more physical sports at Hamilton High. Matt McGinnis was a sophomore before being killed and Terry/Batman is currently in college.

* Only the members of the team who saw Matt more frequently at school [possibly any who were in his grade or in several classes with him] knew his identity but they were still unaware he had an older brother who was Batman. The twins now know his identity as well as Batman's since Terry opened up to them about Robin being his younger brother. His secret is safe with the twins.

* One of the twins will have a day job.

* Bruce Wayne is funding the team but also on the verge of dying. With Paxton Powers in jail the ownership of Wayne/Powers falls on the stockholders and Terry McGinnis' shoulders, as Bruce Wayne gave Terry his remaining shares of the company.

-00492

[User]
Red Arrow

"If you guys think I'm even a little on point I'm doing a damn good job." Jonathan retorted as Katty commented on his skills after his questioning of his ability to pay attention to his surroundings as a hero. He shrugged and chuckled though as the conversation continued and then Carmelita added in her thoughts. Or rather, her thought. "Oh yeah that was it! Catwoman." He said happily dropping his right fist into the open palm of his left hand. The young man couldn't help but mentally facepalm. How could he not remember such a simple and historic villainess. "But yeah, old man or not, he must have been young at some point. Otherwise, it would be hard to envisions there ever being a Batman before this one at all."

After that things seemed to be moving rather quickly, even if some present wouldn't look it by comparison. Even so, one would expect Red Arrow to have been the first into action after his miniature reaction, but of course that was Carmelita's thing. "It would probably be helpful for somebody to carry here." He said before catching a glimpse of Katty changing. His eyes widened for a moment before he quickly jerked his head to the left to avoid staring. Though the small glance was enough to deepen the pigment of his face. To call him a bit red in the face would be quite the understatement as he could just about be compared to a tomato if not the red of his very uniform.

Still they had a job to do and he wasn't about to be left behind. Jonathan shook his head and rushed to the elevator after Catherine and only then did it occur to him. "Hey guys... How are we getting there?" He questioned for a moment. It wasn't like he had anything to drive, though he had been looking into getting himself a motorcycle. John would have to teach him how to ride first, if he couldn't get Batman to or anyone else to do so. How hard could it be in comparison to riding a bike? "It's not like any of us are very oriented in the ways of mobility." He continued his thought on how the team would make it to the scene of the crime.

[Assistant]
G-Man

A hostage situation? That was hardly a beginner-friendly trial mission. Everyone else seemed all for it, however, so off to Gotham Harbor. He donned his hero outfit like everyone else and began making his way to the elevator.

Red Arrow then addressed the issue of transportation. None of them actually owned a vehicle. Calvin could simply lower his gravity and make it in a jump or two, but he couldn't exactly take them with him. Or could he?

"I think I have an idea," Calvin announced. "But we'll need to borrow a bench."

[User]
Katty rolled her eyes as she finished changing. Red seemed to have missed her point in the comment about Batman. She'd meant that what applied to the original Batman might not be true of their mentor. He'd seemed to take her calling the original "Old Man" to mean that she thought he was too aged to be able to have the kind of romantic relationship they'd been discussing. Not that the distinction really mattered either way, they had more important things to do.

Katty smirked at the abashed look on Red's face and the scarlet tint to his skin. She'd definitely pegged his age correctly, mid adolescent around sixteen or seventeen. When he suggested someone carry Accel she shook her head but didn't say anything. They'd had several discussions on how to ease the extreme inconvenience that Accel's powers imposed on her mind. Red's had been to have someone carry her while she accelerated them. Katty could see the thought process behind it but had discounted it as an option. The communication would be one way as Accel though travelling and observing at hyper speeds could still only react at that of a normal human. The most promising suggestions had been to have communications with her written down so that she could wait for the message to be finished before reading it and so not have to concentrate extensively on stringing together the slowly forming syllables. The other option was to program her comm link to wait for a message to be finished before relaying it in it's entirely at an extremely sped up rate. The problem with both these options was that they created a delay of several seconds between message and response. Not bad in a casual setting but potentially dangerous in a combat scenario.

As they ascended into the arcade and the street level of Gotham a question was posed that Katty had been expecting, that of transportation. Though Batman had both the flight capable Batmobile as well as thrusters in his suit for mobility he'd provided no means of transport for the Titans. Katty thought she knew why. They were still as far as Batman was concerned in training. He never meant for them to be deployed without his supervision. Like that was going to stop them. Katty was about to voice her solution when G-Man proposed his own. She could gather his plan from his remark. "Or we could try an option that doesn't leave us smeared over the concrete."

Katty didn't like or trust G-Man and she was not about to put her life in his hands. He'd made no attempt to conceal his identity and like the rest of her teammates Katty had looked into him. What she found neither impressed her nor inspired any confidence. He was a high school student who until Robin recruited him had used his powers to cheat at sports. From all she could gather he'd joined the Titans for some thrills that his athletic career no longer sated.

"Come on," she said motioning for the rest to follow her. She scanned the street looking for a vehicle that fit specific parameters. They were in the Historical District so options were not extensive but after several seconds she saw something that fit her criteria. A car from the early twenty twenties. It was old but the make and model were the sort designed to last forever rather than look good or be flashy. The parts were outdated enough that no one would actually want to steal it which explained why it was still there. As she walked towards it Katty pulled out her phone, an old model by any standards but still serviceable. She dialed the number for the non emergency police tip line in the fifth borough.

After one ring a very tired male voice picked up, "GCPD tip line, how can I help you?".

As she responded Katty pushed her hand through the window of the car's driver side door pulled the lock open. "Hello," she said in a business like voice that was a far cry from her usual sardonic tones. "I'd like to report a crime."

"What is the nature of the crime ma'am?" the man said in the same bored tone.

"I'm at the Gotham Harbor near the mouth of the West River, there's a number of drunk teenagers who look like they're joyriding in an old car."

"Can you see the license plate number?"

Katty glanced at the plate number of the car she was in the process of stealing. "Yes, it's FBR 1449."

"Thank you ma'am, we will act on this information at the earliest opportunity. Have a nice day."

Katty rolled her eyes. "If it's not a homicide or a super villain the cops almost don't care anymore." She looked at the rest of the team. "Get in, I'll leave it near the Harbor a distance from the action, the cops will get around to acting on that tip in about twenty four hours at which time the vehicle will be returned to it's owner. No harm, no foul."

Katty got into the car and stuck her hand into the circuitry beneath the steering wheel. She positioned her pointer and middle fingers in just the right spot before causing her quantum frequency to fluctuate ever so slightly. There was a spark and the engine roared to life. Katty held her fingers there a second longer to ensure that the engine would stay active before she pulled them out. She'd used her own flesh to bridge the ignition circuit. It hurt like hell but it was effective, especially on older models. After all, intangible girls weren't high on the manufacturer's list of anti theft concerns.

They could be at the Harbor in about five minutes, the Gotham highways were so numerous and efficient that you could get almost anywhere in the city within an hour and they only had to go about fifteen city blocks.

[Assistant]
Z had yelled at his brother because he didn't appear to be at the elevator with the others. However, he didn't notice his uniform wasn't under glass and looked down to see his brother had shifted into a squirrel. Heading out everyone had their own ideas about how to get to the docs. G-Man might be able to get them there in one piece, but Phantom Girl's way was a little more reckless. J had a thing for that. Sure, he could've shifted into a dinosaur, or an elephant, or another large land animal to get them all there. In squirrel mode still his nose picked up the scent of Phantom Girl's bandage.

"Is she hurt?" he thought.

The team arrived at the harbor and drove right through the 5th Precinct's barricades, taking out several of the Jokerz. They sprung into action in their own ways... Red Arrow with his bow, G-Man with his gravity manipulation, and Zack jumped out of the car shifting into his plant form. Jeremy shifted into a T-rex and began scaring the piss out of every clown faced goon within twenty feet of him.

Zack, in his plant form, grew a thick layer of bark over his body, giving himself a bulkier looking build and increased strength. With this Zack leaped into action as he stretched a tree trunk sized fist out and knocked two gang members into a nearby wall with enough force to incapacitate them. Suddenly Zack hatched a plan.

"Hey Animal!" Zack yelled as he quickly made his way away from his brother and grew one of his arms into a long tree like club "Play ball!"

The longer haired twin picked up one of the Jokerz with his enormous T-rex mouth and tossed the goon over to his brother for a direct hit. The main Joker, who called himself J-Man, was dancing on a yacht with Judge Conroy's wife while the chaos erupted. The judge was forced to watch as he was tied up and being watched over by the Dee Dee Twins. These particular twins weren't much of a problem when something made one of them lose their weaponized marbles. That something being Batman in stealth mode.

Surely the team didn't think Batman wouldn't check this out.

-00492 / rocketrobie2


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:
5.8ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

"Scylla" [Custom-Built Handgun], .50 caliber, 7 round clip size x 3 carried.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

Servo-Skull: Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls.

Savior – Saved an influential nobleman by foreseeing his assassination, tossing him out of the way of the sniper's bullet with her telekinetic powers and into a big wedding cake instead.

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Hates Surprises – Accidentally electrocuted and sent three of the arbiters she had saved above to the infirmary when they tried to surprise her with a party later. Being so used to foresee danger before it happens, she is prone to freaking out over minor surprises that eludes her farsight.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne for ever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

[User]
"That should slow them down! But the rest will soon be upon us!" Adrianne yelled to Zhevon, but he had already dived into the dust cloud, bits of tile and glass peppering his coat. He kept his eyes peeled for the signature glowing pink eyes of the statues and attacked where he saw them as he sprinted towards the other end. He heard Adrianne's voice through the vox. "...The madwoman with the bolter at the other end, what should we do about her?"

"They can't see past their nest, I'll get her out of the hallway! Everyone else should get out as well!" He replied, ducking under a stone fist. As the dust settled, the statues began to speed up again.
Another voice crackled through the vox, it was James, his Vindicare. "Psyker how stupid are you? You no doubt just pissed off every tainted thing within the area. I do not have the ammo for this kind of prolonged combat."
"Then save them. I have my own ammo, and it's INFINITE!" Adrianne yelled back.

"Pick your shots carefully James, only fire if needed!" He replied to the assassin, "And don't insult the Psyker." He added, glancing back at his team. They had come after, which he half expected. With the rug now in shambles, he twisted and slid on the dusty floor for about a meter, ducking under a swipe, he brought his inferno pistol up and blasted a Statue in the chest, throwing it back several feet. That's when he noticed the small whirlwind of dust. It quickly gained traction, as rocks and pebbles was brought into the whirlwind. He narrowed his eyes. The whirlwind was vaguely familiar, he had seen many psyker abilities over the years, and he had seen this particular one a few times before. Then he recalled that Adrianne said something about a vortex. That jotted his memory.
"No vortexes!" He said over the vox, fearing that it would tear the walls right out and reveal a new foe. He glanced behind him to check on their new guest, he was close enough to yell at her, but the problem was the twelve or so Statues between him and her. "Nevermind! A small one, tiny vortex!" He said to Adrianne. Several of the Statues noticed the Inquisitor and turned their attention to him. He turned to face his new aggressors, the first lunged right at him. Zhevon expertly dodged the attack by ducking under the statue, it's momentum sending it right into the growing vortex in the middle of the room.
Zhevon looked at the Sister and yelled at her, "Get out of the hallway! They won't chase you there!" He turned off the power field on his sword and stabbed it into the ground, the blade cutting into the floor fairly well, giving him an anchor.

[Assistant]
Aviza snapped from one statue to the next only pausing for a second or so before she opened fire once more onto another one of the statues. They would ignite in a brilliant white flame that illuminated the hallway before turning to ash upon the decorated tile floor beneath them. Everything around her was happening so very quickly that she barely had time to react. The dirt and the dust upon the ground started to move away from her slowly as if being pulled into a vacuum. Looking down to the end of the hall that was filled with murderous statues from the warp, she saw Adrianne, and quickly braced herself upon the floor after watching the motions that the Pysker was doing with her hands. She wasn't exactly sure, but she thought she could see the shockwave travel across the ground, creating a ripple in the air before hitting her head on. Everything had gone completely silent, as if going deaf after an extremely loud explosion. What happened next even caught Aviza off guard, who merely brought her weapon back up and started to shoot at the statues that were floating in some sort of zero-g field behind her. The amount of destruction and carnage that one person could cause with a simple cast was quite impressive, at least to Aviza. Her hearing came back all at once, causing her to jump ever so slightly as more gunfire echoed through the building.

It was at that moment that she heard a man speak to her in a cold, serious tone, threatening her life if she did not cease fire immediately because of that fact that an Ordo Malleus Inquisitor of the Imperium and that she was shooting at him. "James Mathias Dyrdunn of the Officio Assassinorum, Temple Vindicare." She responded in the same hostile and cold tone while switching her ammo, "I am Aviza Niskaru of the Adeptus Sororitas, Bloody Rose." There was a pause as she shot a statue that lunged at the Inquisitor, it exploded in midair showering him in small debris. "I know exactly where my shots are going and who they are going to hit." There was another pause as she fired upon a statue that was trying to attack her. "I am fighting alongside you, the Inquisitor, and the rest of your squad so focus on the battle at hand, then we shall have ourselves an actual conversation, in private if you wish." The Inquisitor had yelled at her to leave the hallway immediately, and that is exactly what she did. Now standing next to the Pysker, she bent down on one knee and returned to shooting the statues, watching the warp vortex grow in strength upon the middle of the room.

[User]
"Nevermind! A small one, tiny vortex!"

There was no reply from Adrianne, as the had all her focus on the summoning of the destructive Vortex of Doom, to the point she didn't even register one of the statues that charged her during the channeling, only to be blasted away by a shotgun blast. The usually dark eye sockets of the skull adorning her helmet were now burning with a ferocious, unholy light!

A strong wind was now blowing through the room as purple tendrils of pure warp energies lashed out from the center of the growing vortex! The walls of the hallway began to murmur, creaking, as a deep groan, almost roar emanated from the structure around them!

The vortex gained momentum at a steady pace, but the slow buildup would soon be interrupted by a terrible, metallic daemonic roar from the center of the vortex!
A thousand screaming voices soon filled the entire corridor as the vortex just quadrupled in size. Lights flashed as the haunting voices echoed through the hallway, and the speed at which the the vortex rotated had now become blindingly fast! Nearby statues were picked up from the floor without a warning, alongside whatever pieces of glass; tiles and everything else that was unable to resist the pull of the vortex; to be sucked up into the center of the destructive vortex where they were obliterated into nothingness!

But the vortex would not stop at the statues.

On the outside, James got quite a view as the very walls of the hallway began to move, before suddenly caving in! Large stone pillars, stones and bricks, not to mention tonnes of dust soon fell inwards into the hallway, threatening to crush anyone or anything in its path before the walls were sucked into the annihilating center of the vortex! Where there once had been a wall with a series of ornate windows, there was now a clear view straight up into the sky for anyone standing in the hallway!

Any statue located near the center of the hallway would be sucked in and annihilated in the vortex. Zhevon, who had been anchoring himself to the ground with his sword could feel the vortex's grip on him increasing, threatening to pull him alongside the very floor beneath him straight up into the vortex as it grew constantly in strength!

Adrianne had stopped channeling the vortex, her eyes returning to normal as she stepped back. The vortex had now become a phenomenon of its own will and action, and continued to grind the hallway, tearing anything it could pull into it apart at a sub atomic level!

Utter chaos now ruled in the hallway, between the screaming voices and the destructive & constantly expanding vortex in the middle of it!

"This is why I love my job!"

Adrianne thought to herself, studying the destruction taking place before her almost awe behind her mask. But before the psyker could really sit back and enjoy the show, she soon found herself gripped by the vortex's expanding reach! The vortex had expanded to begin pulling to every end of the hallway, and anyone in it would find themselves lifted up into the ground, and pulled straight towards the core of the vortex!

"Oh-no, crap-crap-crap-crap!" Were the only words Adrianne could fathom to say as she found herself being pulled towards the center of the vortex like a ragdoll; alongside anyone else in the hallway who wasn't literally anchored to the ground; straight at her own vortex!

But further away, another one of the miscellaneous objects nabbed by the vortex's pull was the null-rod lying on the floor. It began to slide across the floor, before it too was pulled up into the air and brought towards the center of the vortex. As the null-rod reached the center of the vortex, its effects would be immediate!

With no warning, the vortex would immediately disappear in the blink of an eye, alongside any screaming and lights that had haunted the room! Neutralized by the aura of the null rod!

But even though she had been saved from assured annihilation by her own creation, Adrianne realized that - she was still flying through the air at an alarming speed, and heading on a collision course with everyone else(including debris) in the room who might have been picked up by the vortex's pull before it had been dissipated!


[System]
image found by Grin, the mightiest of drawers
Age: 16
Gender: male
Granted Type (If you are playing Shallow please indicate here): Born

Style: Earth/Water
Personality: Bitter and volatile, like brine soaked phosphorous, hidden deep beneath a quaint, simple, and oddly reassuring mask.
Notable Physical Features: Hands bear several small scars from cuts, on the back of his fingers and hands.

Abilities:
Immunity to natural poisons and venoms
Breath underwater

Backstory/Bio
The bastard rape child of a Blooded father, and Chosen mother, he's never been looked upon with favor. Even his mother abandoned him when he was young, because he looked to much like his father. Raised by his father's youngest sister, a girl permanently marked by a childhood accident that burned her face and side of her head. Desperate for a child of her own, she immediately took to raising her little Roberto, though everyone else just called him Bastard Bob. He loathes all blooded Granted, but is careful to keep his thoughts hidden behind a marvelous facade, that seems to be quite laid back and unconcerned with the world around him.

[User]
@gravity22

"Okay." Shiro replied to Alex. She was just about to run up the stairs when Akia started talking to her. She tilted her head slightly and listened to her curiously. "Oooh. Sound like fun!" She told her happily, grabbing her arm. Whereas Akia didn't want to invade personal space, Shiro had no concept of such a thing. "Shiro is Shiro." She told her happily as they walked up the stairs. She hadn't expected to make a friend so soon, she was fairly sure everyone thought she was a weirdo. What with the way she looked, talked, and dressed.

[Assistant]
@Tracyarmav@Ally610

This was definitely starting off an odd bunch. He wasn't even sure if there were more coming today but he didn't see anyone else outside of the door. He grabbed the his training guide from his office and he was walking back into the kitchen he decided to check something.

Is it still there? He thought this on a loop while rummaging through the office. And sure enough he found the letter that Ms. Moore, the leader in his time, had took from him. The letter that got Chloe's memories erased and nearly killed. He grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket violently before leaving the office, locking it and sitting on the couch waiting for the poor brats upstairs to finish their crap.

I hope they get close to each other, because the Syndicate will have their head and mine if they get dangerously close to any shallows. They sure picked a way to punish me, didn't they?

[User]
@Shikaru@Tracyarmav
Akia ignored Roberto's comment and turned to Shiro.

"That's a really awesome name! Nice to meet you Shiro," She stuck out her left hand, "I love your eyes! Red is my favorite color. It suits you well!"

Even though Akia noticed how Shiro said 'Shiro', instead of 'I', she didn't exactly care. There must be some kind of reason. Who am I to ask personal questions? She dropped her hand and walked into a room on their right.

"Oh, look! We get a view! Isn't it beautiful?" Akia exclaimed, and continued without waiting for an answer, "Oh, and look at that bed. I would love to squeeze in a nap, but alas, we have to get back out." She tossed her bag into the corner, "I'm ready! I'm so excited! I don't think I'm calm enough to unpack. What about you? Do you want some time? If not, let's just get going!"

In her hurry, she didn't notice a nail sticking out from the doorway. When she turned, the nail scratched her deeply on her right arm.

"Ouch!" Stupid me, why didn't I notice? What an idiotic mistake to make! Who cares if you made a friend? You have to lose this clumsiness!

[Assistant]
"Thank you!" She told her excitedly, smiling happily. Most people thought her eyes were weird, then again, most people thought everything about her was weird so she supposed that point was moot. Shiro followed her into the room and walked over to the window Akia mentioned had a nice view, "Oooh. Pretty." She commented. She looked at the bed and shrugged. Bed was a bed, hell, even the floor was a bed if you added a pillow and a blanket to Shiro.

Tossing her bag that had a few extra outfits and such in it onto the bed, Shiro more or less agreed with Akia. Packing later, school thing now. "Shiro wants to go now too!" She shouted happily, following her soon after looking out the window one more time. She stopped once Akia shouted in pain and stopped herself. "Shiro can help!" She exclaimed, running up to her and removing her glove..mitt..thing placing her hand on the cut on Akia's arm. A green glow ensued and soon after the cut was healed. Placing the glove back on her hand after wiping the blood off on the nearest fabric that wasn't either of their clothes with a satisfied expression on her face she spoke, "All better."

[User]
Akia looked up at Shiro. "Oh, so that's your ability? That's pretty cool. It must be really useful," she said, half talking to herself, "All I can do is talk to marine animals. What fun is that? It's not like I can talk to goats..."

She quickly put on a smile and continued, "Well, thanks! We're going to be the best roommates ever! Let's go! The fifteen minutes is almost up!" She hurried down the stairs, checking to see that Shiro was following her. Once she skipped the last few steps and landed with a soft thud, she saw that Roberto was all ready there.

"Hey! I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I?" Stupid me. "My name's Akia Thakrar. Yours is Roberto, right? That's what Alex called you."

[Assistant]
@Tracyarmav@gravity22

Shiro nodded, "Yup!" She replied. Akia didn't even know the half of it, Shiro was pretty sure without her healing she'd be confined to a bed unable to move or dead by now. Hell, she hurt herself simply by walking on a constant basis. "Awesome! Okay!" She replied excitedly, running down the stairs after her. Her foot kinda slipped on the third to last step causing her to faceplant on the floor with a loud 'whump'. "Oww.." she whined, leaning up. Of course her nose also happened to be bleeding too, though it hurt, she knew it'd heal eventually so she simply wiped the blood off on her glove and continued on. "Shiro's fine." She confirmed, mostly for everyone else who wasn't used to her being well..her. Walking over to a chair she watched the three intently, waiting on Alex to go over the rules and stuff. Though, if someone talked to her, it'd most likely distract her and turn her attention to them.

[User]
@gravity22@Shikaru

Bob had been somewhat surprised to learn that the rooms were pretty well insulated for a boarding house. Growing bored after a few moments, he slipped by the girl's room, shuddering slightly at the sheer volume of chatter emanating from their room as he passed them quietly and quickly. He moved down the stairs, taking time to note which ones squeaked and how loudly they did so, the number was surprisingly few, He'd have no trouble moving up and down the stairs silently in the future. He nodded to Alex as he took a seat, but otherwise ignored the man. As the two girls came down the stairs... with a clatter, was perhaps the polite way to say it. He sighed quietly to himself, and then stared at Akia as she blabbered about having forgotten to introduce herself, before putting his face in his hands and mumbling through them.

"If you'd forgotten to introduce yourself, how did I call you out by name as we went to our rooms, I wonder?" --I sit back and stare at the floor in the center of the chairs, at least she wasn't mocking me, I suppose that was a plus-- "Yes, Alex called me Roberto and that is the name my mother gave me, though you'd only be the third to use it, if you choose to do so. Can we get this over with already?"

[Assistant]
@Shikaru@Ally610

He just stared back at the dynamic taking everything in. Making notes in his head as needed.

"Now that everyone has been introduced here is the sitch. You're here because The Council think you need a little guidance to find your role in our Society. Now I'm not going to feed you the bullshit you're used to about us being better than the shallows and protecting them and blah blah blah. I'm pretty sure you know as well as I do..." He eyed Bob. "That it ain't all it's cracked up to be."

He half glanced at the other too, who seemed to be getting along rather well. He'd have to keep an eye on that.

[User]
Akia glanced back at Shiro, worried, but when Shiro said that she easy fine, she relaxed. Akia didn't want anyone to be hurt. After all, the only reason she, herself, was hurt was because she was clumsy.

Oh, I guess Roberto over heard me and Shiro. Stupid. I should have remembered him calling me.

Although Akia didn't approve of Alex swearing, she kept quiet. She didn't want to hurt his feelings. Plus, she agreed with him.

She nudged Shiro's arm, and whispered, "I'm glad he's skipping that part. I try to be all enthusiastic about it, but it really bores me."

Akia sat quietly, and waited for Alex to continue.

[Assistant]
@Shikaru@Ally610

Bob chuckled mirthlessly at Alex's choice of words, it was cracked up all right, and probably on crack to boot. Bob wondered if most societies were like they were because the Society was so cracked up... He wouldn't be surprised if that were so, but he also didn't have a clue as to how one might go about proving that, so he tossed the thought aside and shrugged it off. Right now he wanted ... Well, to be honest he didn't really know what he wanted, but he was pretty sure it wasn't what ever the Society had planned for him. He continued to stare at the floor in the middle of the arrayed chairs, vaguely watching the others with his peripheral vision.

[User]
Sena's heart thudded against her chest as she dashed her way around the street, her sketchbook clutched against her chest. Sena was at first hesitant to even set foot at The Cottage, but her mother figured that it would be best for her to go.
"At least make a few new friends that you can relate to your new... predicament," her mother had told her years ago when she had discovered her new abilities. They had come to her as a surprise; an unsuspecting cooking accident that set the kitchen on fire. Sena had mainly gone to the Cottege to train and control herself. Though her overactive imagination told her that she wasn't welcome -- hence the reason why she fled after the first few days of training. So even thinking about going back was a bit of an accomplishment. As the Cottage came into view, her little heart started pounding again. Sena flew through the door panting. Taking a deep breath she softly called out, "Sorry I'm late!"

[Assistant]
Alex looked at the flustered redhead who just bounced in the room. He recognized her, she was a newbie the year he was assigned his apprenticeship. Wow she sure grew up. She left shortly after, tried to go back to her parents. Shallow-borns never learn do they. Once your involved with the Granted, you never leave. No matter who you are, or where you are from.

"Hey, have a seat we were just having our first meeting." He turned back to the group after gesturing for her to take a seat.

"You're two biggest responsibilities are training and shallow service. Shallow service is when you all get to go out and pretend to be happy go lucky Jr. Park Rangers so we can fund this place and keep it on the island. There are two shallow service shifts per day. Normally when you aren't with the shallows or training you're training. Training schedule will start on Monday. This will be the only weekend you are not permitted to leave the island. After that if you aren't scheduled for shallow service, go ahead and leave. Dinner will be ready at 7:00. And for the love of god be nice to the entertainment system, I will be in my office if anyone needs me"

He stood up left abruptly and went back into the office and slammed the door. What had he turned into. A military man. He used to be so much like Bob. Cynical, thinking you could screw over the Granted. If he couldn't no one can, the best he could do is make these kids believe that.

[User]
Roberto barely reacted to the new arrival, glancing up at her and then resuming his vigilant stare at the center of the floor. Who are you? ALex will introduce us probably ... The rest of Alex's little spiel went as expected, though Bob hadn't anticipated him fleeing so rapidly to his office afterwards. What was he so afraid of anyway? Not recognizing the new arrival, Bob considered just heading outside to let the girls get acquainted and settled in. Alex never did introduce her... Was he running from her? Nah, she's too scattered to be able to cause any much more than a dull ache, usually between the temples. Still, I'd better be on my way, while I still can.

Bob stood, and shuffled out of the room and then on out the front door, where he paused briefly on the porch steps before starting off on a walk around the grounds of the house, slowly lapping the property as he mulled it all over in his head. Alex was weird, and not in a good way, He didn't seem to hate me like the others but he never stopped glancing my way either. He's either paranoid, or an idiot, being that obvious in his observation. I'm not sure where I want to put my money yet on that one... On the plus side, there didn't seem to be any other guys here yet, and that couldn't be to bad right? Who am I kidding? The guys at least will play it straight, Girls don't seem to know the meaning of the word... So this is hell, and I'm here until "they" say otherwise, great. Well, can't say as I didn't anticipate this, but it'd sure be nice to be wrong, maybe just the once.

The first two gals seemed okay, a little loud, and very awkward, but that was highly preferred over actively hostile, and that greatly above the stubborn dismissal of his very existence. I don't know anything about the new girl though... probably a plant, arrived late and flustered to earn our sympathy and worm her way under our guards so she could parrot our unguarded thoughts and dreams to those with the power and desire to crush them. I'd just have to stick to my usual routine, ignore people until they get over trying to lord everything over me and then have fun retaliating when they no longer thought that was possible.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User]
Shiranui knew May was no slouch in the contest circuit, having placed in the quarter finals in the Hoenn Festival and making the semis in Kanto. After the coordinators took their spots, the timer began. "Munchlax, take the stage!"
"Zoro, it's ninja time!" May sent her Munchlax out and Shiranui sent his Zoroark out.
"Munchlax, Belly Drum!"
"Zoro, Imprison!" Zoro donned his Ninetales guise and conjured a translucent red forcefield around Munchlax. Munchlax played a catchy rhythm on his belly and maximised its Attack. Both coordinators lost points, Shiranui losing more than May.
"Munchlax, Brick Break!"
"Zoro, Foul Play!" Zoro switched guises and now looked like a Krookodile as Munchlax charged at the disguised Zoroark. Munchlax jumped into the air and readied a chop while Zoro stood his ground. When Munchlax's attack was about to connect, Zoro grabbed Munchlax by the chopping arm and did a judo throw, slamming Munchlax onto the stage. Munchlax barely held together as May lost a lot of points.
"Munchlax, Self-Destruct!"
"Zoro, Protect!" Zoro took a defensive pose as Munchlax unleashed an explosion of raw energy, covering the stage in smoke and dust. When the dust cleared, Munchlax was knocked out and Zoro had changed disguises, now looking like an Aegislash in Shield Forme. The judges' screens all had crosses as they declared Munchlax unable to battle.

---

"You've done well to get this far, May," Shiranui praised after he and May returned to the green room.
"Thanks Shiranui," replied May, giving Munchlax a PokéBlock of her own design, "My brother Max is a big fan of you and your friend."
"Would he be the same Max that Liam and I met at the Petalburg Gym?" Shiranui inquired.
"That's him," May confirmed, "He would not stop talking about your recent tag-team double battle with Gabby and Ty."
"Typical fanboy," commented Shiranui, "Anyway, we shall see each other in the Grand Festival."
"Count on it!" May agreed, "I may be your friend, but we will be rival coordinators!"
"I would not have it any other way," replied Shiranui, "Cheer for me in the final." May nodded as she left the green room with Munchlax tagging along.

"Well, you just made yet another friend," commented a voice that sounded like May. Shiranui saw what looked like a perfect double of May and jolted in surprise.
"Zoro, you scared me," stated Shiranui.
"The look on your face was priceless!" replied the May lookalike, chortling as Zoro dropped his illusion. Shiranui let out a chuckle as well.
"There's never a dull moment with you around, Zoro," Shiranui stated.

[Assistant]
Liam defeated his opponent, who used a Makuhita.

1 RP
2 Shiranui Tsukiko
3 May
4 RP
5 RP
6 RP
7 RP
8 Liam Coleman

Liam was ready and took his place.

[User] Shiranui took his place after he was ready.

[Assistant] "Obsidian!" You're up!" Liam called. The shiny Spoink appeared and the audience "ooh"-ed and "ahh"-ed at the discolored Pokémon.

[User] "Zoro, it's ninja time!" Shiranui opened Zoro's Poké Ball and dark stars issued forth, coalescing into his Zoroark.

[Assistant] "Start off with Confuse Ray!" Liam ordered.

[User] "Zoro, Substitute!" The Zoroark let off a brief flash before standing still like a statue. The statue was a Zoroark decoy while the real Zoro was out of sight. Obsidian let off a brighter flash, but Zoro was unaffected thanks to his Substitute. Both coordinators lost points, but Shiranui lost more than Liam did due to his less flashy display.

[Assistant] "Double Team!" Liam called. Spoink bounced around, making many copies as he did.

[User] "Zoro, Feint Attack!" The real Zoro reappeared behind the real Obsidian with a fist at the ready.

[Assistant] Liam smirked, that was what he wanted. "Simple Beam!" Obsidian fired a beam toward Zorro that would take away Illusion, which would most likely trip up Shiranui's strategy.

[User] Zoro was blasted by Obsidian's attack and his ability was changed to Simple. "Zoro may not be able to use his illusions, but this opens the door for a few new possibilities," Shiranui mused as his points went down, "Zoro, Swords Dance/Hone Claws combination!" The Zoroark sharpened his claws while performing a fast frenetic dance. He finished the dance by showing off his newly-sharpened claws to the audience. Thanks to the change in abilities, Zoro's Attack stat was at its maximum and his Accuracy stat sharply rose.

[Assistant] "Charge Beam!" Liam called. A blast of electricity rocketed off from the pearl on Obsidion's head toward Zoroark.

[User] "Night Slash!" Zoro charged at Obsidian with his claws glowing pitch black, ready to deliver a devastating strike. His substitute took Obsidian's Charge Beam and held up.

[Assistant] Liam lost some points when the attack hit. "Confuse Ray!" Liam called.

[User] "Show off your Night Daze!" It was a clash of light and darkness as Zoro conjured a dome of dark energy and Obsidian let off a bright flash that didn't affect the Zoroark due to his Substitute still being present.

[Assistant] "Grass Knot!" Obsidian tried to trip up the fox Pokémon.

[User] "Feint Attack!" The Grass Knot landed, but all that was left was a broken decoy and a Zoroark that was nowhere to be found until he reappeared behind Obsidian winding up for a powerful attack.

[Assistant] Obsidian was hit by the Super Effective hit. "Flash! into Bounce!" The black pearl on Obsidian's head gave off a bright light to blind Zoro, while it couldn't see, The Spoink would bounce up high to be out of sight for the next move.

[User] Shiranui lost points from the flashy move. "Zoro, Hone Claws and follow it up with Protect!" Zoro's Accuracy stat was dropped back to normal from Obsidian's move, but Zoro brandished his claws again, boosting his Accuracy back up. A green shield formed around the Zoroark in time for Obsidian's Bounce attack to land.

[Assistant] Protect had ruined what Liam had planned for the rest of the move and Liam just let Spoink crash down to finish he attack ,that Protect had negated the damage to.

[User] "Zoro, Night Slash/Fling Combination!" The Zoroark proceeded to show off his Night Slash by slashing a 'Z' in the air. He then grabbed the 'Z' and used Fling to throw it at Obsidian with a high velocity.

[Assistant] "Power Gem!" Liam called. the Rock-type beam blasted forth and collided with the flung move. "Time!" Vivian called. "Once the smoke clears, we will see who the winner is!" Once the dust settled, both Pokémon were still standing. Shiranui's bar had just a hair more points left. "The winner is Kalos Champion, Shiranui Tsukiko!" The crowd cheered. The judges all praised both co-ordinators, talking about the things they liked about each of their performances, such as Liam's clever idea to use Simple Beam to stop Zoroark's illusion. Vivian gave Shiranui the ribbon, and Vivian said the next contest was in Sootoplis City.

[User] Shiranui thanked Vivian and was soon in the Pokémon Centre waiting for Zoro to heal. He knew they would take on the gym there after beating the Mossdeep Gym.

[Assistant] Liam arrived at the center and handed Obsidian's ball over so he could be healed as well. "I should have known you two would be here." Said a familiar voice behind the heroes. Looker walked up to the heroes.

[User] "Hello Looker," Shiranui greeted back, "I gather from your presence that either one or both of the Teams are around here."

[Assistant] Looker confirmed Shiranui's theory as he had seen a submarine bearing Aqua's logo going into a cave just outside of town. He also said that we need to make a final stand and that they should both bring their A-game teams.

[User] "Will do," replied Shiranui, "Liam, the first thing we'll need to do is send in Kage and Plasma to do some reconnaissance."

[Assistant] "Sounds like a good idea." Liam agreed. He in a hushed tone told Shiranui that "A-game" or not, it may not be a good idea to bring legendaries into this mess.

[User] "I fully agree with you," Shiranui whispered back, "We'll only spur them on in their plans." In his normal voice he continued, saying, "We can take Titania and Gallade to help with interrogation and any heavy resistance they throw at us. Plasma can shut down their alarm system as well as help in battle; and Kage and Kinoko can provide incapacitation."

[Assistant] "Jiriya may will also prove useful." Liam added. Joy brought back the healed Pokémon. Liam thanked her and went to rearrange his team.

[User] Shiranui altered his team after Liam was done. "Ready to kick some Aqua tail?"

[Assistant] "You know I am!" Liam said. Looker than took the heroes to the entrance of the cave.

[User] "The first thing we need to do is reconnaissance," Shiranui instructed, "Zoro, Kage, come on out!" He sent out his Zoroark and his Gengar.

[Assistant] "Grimm! I need you're help!" The Dusknoir appeared.

[User] "Kage, Grimm, your job is to explore every nook and cranny of this base without being detected," Shiranui instructed, "When you're done, return here and report your findings to Zoro as he can create a map with his illusions."

[Assistant] Grimm nodded in acknowledgment. He turned intangible and went to investigate. Liam wondered what they should do in the meantime.

[User] Kage gave Shiranui a big grin and disappeared in another direction. "We need to maintain constant vigilance just in case any grunts are nearby; at least until our spooky spies return," said Shiranui.

[Assistant] "Maybe a Pokémon could bend the light around us to make us invisible." Liam proposed.

[User] "Zoro, make us disappear!" ordered Shiranui. The Zoroark nodded and conjured an illusion that made the group invisible. "Loud noises from us will give away our positions," warned Shiranui.

[Assistant] Liam and Looker nodded to show they understood. Liam quietly sat down while he waited for the ghosts to return from the recon.

[User] After a while, Kage came back and relayed his information to Zoro. The Zoroark conjured an incomplete map illusion based on the Gengar's information.

[Assistant] Grimm returned a minute later and gave the rest of the info to Zoro.

[User] Zoro completed his map. The map showed the base consisting of two floors and three separate rooms. "This could be a little tougher than I thought," said Shiranui, "They use warp tiles to go from room to room."

[Assistant] "Fun." Liam said sarcastically. He thanked Grimm and recalled him.

[User] Shiranui thanked Kage and recalled the Gengar while getting an idea. "Liam, is Plasma able to get the warp tile routes?" he asked.

[Assistant] Liam called out Plasma. phased into a warp panel that was nearby and rewired it to take them as close to the boss as it could. It returned snickering, obviously pleased with its mischievous deed.

[User] "Very clever, Plasma," Shiranui praised, "That'll cut a lot of time out of our assault."