[System]
Age: 16 (soon to be 17)
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Homoromantic Asexual
Human or Werewolf: Werewolf
Pack Member or Loner: Loner
Pack Name: N/A
Pack Position: Not currently in a pack, but would likely be toward the bottom rank-wise.
Appearance (picture or written description): A few inches below average for her age and quite skinny.
Human:

Wolf:

Strengths (at least 3): A vicious fighter, highly intelligent, and especially fast.
Weaknesses (at least 3): Small and light, prone to emotional and mental instability, and not skilled at making allies.
Personality: Named for her affinity with cold temperatures and snowy landscapes, it should come as no surprise that North distant and fearful. She prefers to be alone with only the wilderness to keep her company, and is highly uncomfortable in the presence of others. While shy and docile when with other wolves, North becomes vicious and bloodthirsty when confronted by a human or other animal. Resentful of her human form, she never leaves her wolf form when she can help it.
History: North was the only child of a single mother who was reclusive, so they lived alone in the woods and had little interaction with civilization. Her mother provided for herself and her daughter by becoming an avid hunter/gatherer, and soon knew the names and locations of every native flora and fauna. One day, however, a single creature stood above all the others in her eyes. A wolf, unmatched by any other in strength and beauty, appeared in the forest, and North's mother became infatuated with it. To her, this werewolf represented all that was powerful and good in the world. Recognizing it as a beast of legend, she trained her daughter to become a skilled fighter who was in-tune with nature so that she might one day become a wolf herself. Once her child was deemed ready, she abandoned her in the wild and allowed the rogue wolf to bite her daughter before slaying it. When North became a wolf for the first time, she killed her mother in anger for all that she had endured and became a loner.
Other: Nothing at the moment.

[User]
There was quite a lot of nodding with agreement at Vashti's addition to Aldo's retort, and he stood still with his arms crossed and the scowl still on his face. He glanced at William and saw the frown; something began to feel the tiniest kernel of pity inside of him... and then the hunter spoke coldly toward Vashti, erasing the vestige of sympathy and making Aldo's muscles tense hard as rock. He didn't like the way he swigged from the flask, he didn't like the way he glared at the (admittedly a stranger) pretty woman standing nearby, he didn't like his threatening-seeming stance. He narrowed his eyes when the man said 'Please' and replied very quietly, "Very well then."

He turned around to hide his satisfaction at Markus chewing out the hunter with very serious and vulgar language. Hearing such an inherently unlikeable presence getting this kind of talking-to was making him try very hard not to smile, but of course he did anyway, just a tiny bit.

And then he heard the Lupa's voice addressing him, at which point he spun to face her out of respect despite the fact that she couldn't see. He was slightly astonished at Valerie's politeness but could hear the worry in her voice; it was almost tangible. "Of course, Miss, coming right up," he said respectfully. He turned back around to make the tea, thankful the water was still hot, and pointedly avoiding looking at William, he gently held out the mug for her. Guessing what was on her mind, he spoke in a soft voice to her and hoped that the hunter wouldn't hear. "Markus will be fine. You've got to remember that. The howl was probably nothing, too. Enjoy your tea."

And finally he fetched another mug, one with a chip in it, and quickly got together some hot chocolate for William. Looking at the mug and not the person in front of him, he handed it over to the man without a word.

[Assistant]
Sasha – Skoll

Sasha walked into the kitchen in her tall, muscular lycaon form, administering the gathering of pack members and strangers a cool glance before opening the fridge. It didn't occur to her to discuss the other wolf, since Sasha didn't feel like she owed them an excuse for her behavior and really didn't want them doing anything typically stupid. A flicker of mirth crossed her face when the strange man who had the boring scent of human started lecturing the equally unknown wolf.

Digging out an armload of food, she backed away from the fridge, dumped it all on a tray, and headed back to the den. Sasha dropped the tray on a rather large ottoman, pointing to a host of leftover meat as well as raw venison.

I could cook that, but I didn't think you'd mind too much, she said lightly. Giving the wolf her back, Sasha moved to the large hearth that acted as the centerpiece for the den and stirred the smoldering remnants of wood to life. Strategically adding a few pieces of wood, Sasha finally felt satisfied the fire was properly attended and moved to sprawl in a loveseat, turning her attention to the wolf once more.  You can rest up and all that, or we can get the Ulfric to help you shift, she told the wolf, perceiving the issue at hand simply from several years of experience as a werewolf.

Marrec – Hati
Despite the annoyance of being forced to babysit everyone, Marrec accepted the Ulfric's demand. Might as well be corralling students again,  he thought idly. Marrec stared at the third gun now in his possession, a grin allowing a brief glimpse of teeth. His grin widened as Aldo and Vashti started snarling at William, only to burst into laughter when the hunter got all hissy back at the two werewolves. Pulling a chair out, the large werewolf settled in and stretched out his legs, only to grunt and straighten his posture. Reaching one hand behind him, Marrec adjusted the two pistols tucked into his pants.

Knowing the night was going to be a long one, Marrec subsided into a state of distraction that was tethered to the present only by his awareness of where William was. He considered the days that led up to him becoming a werewolf, when he had been working with kids outside of the classroom, as both a confidant and a counselor. Now he was a full-time enforcer and being a teacher seemed a distant impossibility, though he still subbed at times. And you'll be dying in a little while, too. Might as well not try too hard to get back to teaching if you'll croak soon.

Stirring from the dreary path his mind was trying to take, Marrec glanced around and noticed Sasha in lycoan form. His mouth parted to ask what was going on, but he decided she didn't want the attention when she stalked right back out of the kitchen.

Sam – Geri
Though she knew they were already dead, Sam checked their pulses anyway. Blood coated her fingertips as she touched the wounds to try and identify the weapon used. The scent of blood, even of her own pack, was one that touched the wolf pacing beneath the surface and threatened to override Sam with a more primitive mentality. Forcing herself to control the instincts, Sam backed away from the corpses and settled down against a tree to wait for her pack to respond.

She hadn't really cared for the two werewolves who lay dead at her feet, but Sam had fought her way to Geri and in doing so, had become well entrenched in pack politics. Part of that had been protecting some of the weaker wolves and, ultimately, protecting her pack. Liking or not liking them as individuals aside, they had been under her protection, and she had failed them. The Odessa pack had grown, but it had done so mostly in wolves who were not and perhaps never could be considered dominant. Fear rippled through the woman's chest as she considered how very weak their pack was, with such werewolves that couldn't really survive on their own. One of the Ulfric's enforcers was a part-time school teacher, after all.

Sam had reverted back to homid form by the time Markus arrived and was sitting rather dejectedly against a tree, scowling out into the night and hoping the hunter would wander back over to the killing. Despite being in homid form, she still heard his thought. Raising to her feet and smearing blood splatters from her hands onto her pants, Sam lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

"No. I came upon them, though they're not long dead. We're being hunted, Marcus," Sam growled out, nails beginning to lengthen along her fingers. "We need to kill them all."

[User]
The cold and bitter air nipped at James' flesh as he trudged slowly, yet surely, atop the thick blanket of snow. His snowshoes kept him from sinking into the heavy banks and his entire human body was covered from head to toe in winter gear.

 Looking up with ice blue eyes the man came to a stop and reached up to remove the thin waterproof hood from his head,

It's a little ways further than I had anticipated…….God I hope that woman wasn't leading me on a wild goose chase.

 He thought back to the mysterious old woman he had tracked down, back in town. He had heard rumors and followed the crumb trail of information; leading him to the seemingly ancient werewolf female. He didn't know if she had helped him…..or fooled him into climbing up a barren mountain for laughs.

 He, seeking quidance and information about his wolf side, James had questioned her. But she refused to tell him of anything on her own. Said she was too old and crippled to give him the help he needed.

 The old woman instead told him of a hidden pack located in the mountain range just outside of Odessa. She told him to look for a man named "Markus". He was the Ulfric of the pack; a young strong male that she also warned James to be wary of at first.

She had said "Wouldn't help having your innards thrown across the pretty white snow."

Great…..lots of encouragement.

So now, he trudged up towards where she said the pack's main shelter would be. He remained in human form not only because he wanted to seem as peaceful as possible, but because in truth he hadn't used his wolf much……not until he had finally packed up and moved out of the city.

 Suddenly, catching his breath, James' senses picked up on the faint but detectable scent of fresh blood.
 Blinking he tensed and sniffed the air; finding hints of male…..and female….werewolves.

 Something pulled tight inside of him, and James was surprised to find himself growling under his breath.
 His……mental tick…..if you called it that……edged to the surface.

As a child he had endured the pain of watching his mother beat and bloodied beneath the hand of his drunken father.
 Because of it he was especially sensitive to instances when females were threatened or injured.

And now…..it seemed as though he smelled one's blood on the wind….

 Growling again James marched foreword through the snow at a threateningly fast pace.
 There was a ripping sound, and he winced when he felt the change come over his body.

Slowly the man fell foreword onto his hands and knees in the snow, but he continued relentlessly on towards the source of the blood scent. The clothes on his back ripped beneath the reshaping body underneath, then fell away and crumpled in the snow.

 Fur grew at a rapid pace and protected him from the cold, and finally, a grey wolf stood in the equally pale snow around him.
 Black ears twitching James' gait suddenly faltered and he blinked, glancing back to find one of his snowshoes still tied against his boot; with his paw now stuck inside.

 Shaking his head he kicked his hind leg sharply and flung the nuisance away, before turning and running foreword over the surface of the snow.

I really should have stuck to this form in the beginning.

 It went to show just how little he knew of his wolf side.....he had to find that pack.....

[Assistant]
Slowly, so slowly Markus walked over to the bodies sniffing their lifeless forms sadness blooming in his heart at the loss of his pack kin.. HIS Pack kin the ones who looked to him as their leader. He guided them it was his job to make sure they survived, and he had just failed. He took a deep breath and buried that emotion deep inside, he couldn't wallow in grief of failure, he had to keep strong and find out who had committed this atrocious act in his woods no less. He leans down biting onto the necks of one of the wolves and begins dragging, though he only gets several feet before stopping. A smell hits his nostrils and he turns his head. "Why.. Of all days are we getting so many strays wandering into our lands?" He looks to Sam and shakes some snow out of his fur. "We have a hunter back at the cabin, he's unarmed. When we get back we will restrain him, and you can question him. For now we need to deal with this stray and these bodies."

He shakes his head a bit and gives a howl to alert the stray of where they were. Whether the stray was coming in peace or in violence Markus didn't really care he just wanted this out of the way so he could take care of the important business that revolved around the whole pack. "Sam… Get fuzzy." he said with a chuckle. He had always enjoyed Sam's company ever since she had made her way to Geri. He felt like he could trust her which was rare in the pack except for his enforcers and Lupa. He knew that he couldn't let Paranoia get to bad but he couldn't get rid of it entirely that would make him to open to attacks from those who could possibly want his position.

[User]
North perked up at the sight of food, all previous worries pushed to the side in the presence of a relief to her body's most pressing concern. After gingerly sliding off of the couch, she made her way over to the ottoman and dug in ravenously. The fact that it was raw didn't bother her in the slightest, as the few things she'd been able to catch had still been squirming when she'd eaten them. Being picky was no good for someone on the brink of starvation.

When finished, North looked up at Sasha gratefully as she moved closer to the warm fire. Hoping that she could hear her thoughts as well, she replied, "If it's no trouble, I'd like to turn back as soon as possible." As much as she hated her human body, she felt as though something bad might happen if she did not become like her old self presently.


[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] "Looks like your relatives from Hoenn got word of our arrival," stated Shiranui, pointing out the Chansey.

[Assistant] Lance had been sleeping most of the trip. When he heard the S.S Aqua docked in little root he woke up and wiped the drool from his chin, he lets out a yawn then realizes what was gonna happen that day. "Its time to begin my journey" He says says with a wide grin, he then dashes off the boat with speed.

[User]
The Chancey led the heroes to Birch's lab and then went back to the Pokémon Center. One of the Aides informed them that he was doing fieldwork just outside of town.

(Please check the OOC guys)

[Assistant] Shiranui nodded and he made his way to the northern exit.

[User]
When the heroes reached the edge of town, they heard a man call out for help. The man, who was wearing a white lab coat was being chased by three Poochyena. He tripped and fell. The Poochyena began to close in on him. he called out that his bag over there had some Pokéballs in it and to use them to save him. By the time the man finished his sentence, Liam was already calling out one of his own Pokémon, Goodra.
 "Scare them off with Dragonbeath!" Liam called. Goodra fired the attack, purposely missing the Poochyena, scaring them off. The man came over to thank Liam. He then realized who they were and returned to his lab with them.

[Assistant] Professor Birch took the duo to his lab and asked what Pokémon they wanted. Liam asked for a Mudkip.

[User] "I'll take Torchic please," Shiranui added.

[Assistant] Birch handed over the Pokémon in question. Liam called Oak and sent some Pokémon back to Oak's lab for storage.

[User] Shiranui did the same, keeping two friends he caught in Kalos. He wanted his Torchic to have company in his party.

[Assistant] "I am kind of surprised we haven't seen any newbie trainers come yet." Liam commented.

[User] "It could be possible we were simply early," Shiranui speculated.

[Assistant]
"Yeah, it's possible." Liam replied. Liam sent out the Mudkip.

"Mudkip, the Mudfish Pokémon. The fin on Mudkip's head acts as highly sensitive radar. Using this fin to sense movements of water and air, this Pokémon can determine what is taking place around it without using its eyes. In water, Mudkip breathes using the gills on its cheeks. If it is faced with a tight situation in battle, this Pokémon will unleash its amazing power-it can crush rocks bigger than itself."

[User]
"Niwatori, come on out!" Shiranui opened the Poké Ball he was given and unbeknownst to him, the Great Ball on his belt opened as well. Two Torchic were revealed, one of which was Zoro in Illusion.
"Torchic, the Chick Pokémon. Torchic has a place inside its body where it keeps its flame. Give it a hug—it will be glowing with warmth. This Pokémon is covered all over by a fluffy coat of down." Shiranui picked one of the Torchic up and it didn't have the glowing warmth that had been mentioned. "Zoro, return!" Deducing it was his Zorua in disguise, Shiranui recalled the giggling illusionist and picked up the real Torchic, this time feeling its warmth. "That was Zoro, one of your new teammates," he said to Niwatori, showing the Torchic the Zorua entry on his Pokédex, "He like to play these sort of tricks." Niwatori was starting to like his new trainer after seeing what Zoro was capable of.

[Assistant] Birch told them that the closest gym was two towns away in Petalburg, but he recommended going to Rustborro first and return to Petalburg once they had four badges from the region.

[User] "It'll give us plenty of time to bond with and train our new friends," stated Shiranui.

[Assistant] "That's true." Liam replied. "There are also some Pokémon to catch along the way."

[User] "I plan to catch a Shroomish when we get to the Petalburg Woods," stated Shiranui.

[Assistant] "That would make a nice addition." Liam commented.

[User] "Not just that, Shroomish will come in handy if we have to sneak around thanks to their ability to use Spore," added Shiranui.

[Assistant] "First Team Rocket, twice than Team Flare, what could possibly be next?" Liam asked half sarcastically, half worried."

[User] "Some research on the local legendary Pokémon may turn up some sort of clue," answered Shiranui.

[Assistant] "Well, that would be Groudon, Kyogre, Rayquaza, the Latis, Deoxyes, Jirachi, and three of the Regis" Liam said.

[User] "The first two would be something an evil Team may be after," stated Shiranui, "They are known for changing the weather."

[Assistant] "Well, if there is a terrorist group in Hoenn, we'll kick them to the curb just like the others."

[User] Lance had been traveling to Prof.Birch Laboratory, when he reaches the laboratory one of his assistants tells him that he was doing field work north of the town. "Aww man" Lance says, it was dangerous to go out there with no pokemon with him but he couldn't wait. He decides to go north, "I cant wait much longer" lance finds the professor with two other trainers but not just any trainers. It was Liam and Shiranui to young and very talented trainers. He couldn't believe it was them, he walks up to them, "Your Liam Coleman and Shiranui Tsukiko" Lance says with a big grin on his face.

[Assistant] "Indeed we are," answered Shiranui with a smile, "What's your mane?"

[User] Lance couldn't believe he saw two famous trainers before him. "M-M-My name is Lance, Lance Carter" He said stuttering.

[Assistant] "Nice to meet you Lance." Liam said as he held out his hand for a handshake.

[User] Lance stuck his hand out shook liam's hand. "Im guessing you guys are starting over again in this region?" Lance asked.

[Assistant] "Well, We usually hold onto one or two of our other pokémon just in case until we get a few from the region." Liam admitted. "So, I guess you saw some of our league battles?"

[User] Shiranui knew their league battles were televised having seen Liam's Dragon Cup battles on TV.

[Assistant] "Yea I seen a couple you guys were amazing, my favorites were the silver conference and kalo league cup" Lance says. He was almost side tracked by what he came to do.

[User] "We can talk more about our past battles after you get your starter," Shiranui reminded.

[Assistant] "That sounds like a good idea." Liam commented.

[User] "oh yeah" Lance says scratching his head."Prof birch I am here for my first pokemon, I would like a treecko please" Lance asks. Prof birch smiles and hands Lance treecko inside of its pokeball, Lance takes the pokeball.

[Assistant] "Now let's go out and make some new friends," said Shiranui.

[User] "sounds good to me" Lance says grinning

[Assistant] "Well, just tell Prof Birch which one you want." Liam said. (you will control Birch for this.)

[User] "He's already done that," replied Shiranui.

[Assistant]
(forgot sorry)

"So, shall we go show Lance how to catch a Pokémon?" Liam asked.

[User] "Yeah sure I would like to learn from some seasoned pros" lance said excitedly

[Assistant]
"Well, let's go." Liam said. Liam led Lance out into the tall grass. A Pochyena crossed their path.
"Poochyena, the Bite Pokémon. At first sight, Poochyena takes a bite at anything that moves. This Pokémon chases after prey until the victim becomes exhausted. However, it may turn tail if the prey strikes back. Poochyena is an omnivore-it will eat anything. A distinguishing feature is how large its fangs are compared to its body. This Pokémon tries to intimidate its foes by making the hair on its tail bristle out."

 Liam recognized this as one of the Poochyena that attacked Birch. Liam called out Mudkip. "First you will have to weaken the Pokémon up." Liam said. "Mudkip, Water Gun!" Madkip unleashed a jet of water at Poochyena. Poochyena used Bite on Mudkip. "Tackle!" Liam called. Poochyena was hit and used Bite again. At this point, Liam pulled a Luxury Ball from his pack and tossed it. Poochyena was sucked in and caught.

Liam got the ball that held his new Pokémon and put it on his belt. He then pulled various kinds of Pokéballs from his pack. "I keep a wide verity of Pokéballs on me to show to new trainers." He explains. He then went on to explain every variant Pokéball, showing them to him. The only one he didn't show was a Master Ball, as he currently did not have one on him. He knew that Birch gave Lance some empty Pokéballs.

[User] Lance had learned from Liam how to catch a Pokemon, "cool" lance said. He wanted to catch a Pokemon now too but something cool and mysterious.

[Assistant] "Well, since this is an open field, we are looking at: Pidgey, Ratata, Zigzagoon, Poocheyena, Starly, Tailow, and a few others along those lines." Liam said.

[User]
"Hmm" lance thought hard. All the choices sounded good but tailow sounded best to him. He walked in the bushes searching for tailow, he looked in the trees and saw some. "Come out treecko" lance said. Treecko came out " use bullet seed" treecko attacked the tailow in the tree but missed. The flock seemed angered and attacked treecko with quick attack. Treecko tumbled and regained balance. "You alright bud?" Lance said, Treecko nodded. "Alright use pound" treecko leaped in the air with quick speed and hit one of the tailow to the ground. " now bullet seed" lance ordered. Treecko shot at the tailow, injuring it.

Lance took one of the poke balls prof birch gave him and through it at tailow. Tailow was sucked in the pokeball, lance awaited to see if it was captured or not. It shook three times them stopped confirming a successful capture lance picked up the pokeball but the battle wasn't over. There were 2 enraged tailow left.

[Assistant] "Good job." Liam praised.

[User]
"Thanks" lance said happily. The other tailow were coming for treecko, "dodge it treecko, then use pound" treecko side stepped the first tailow and used pound on the second one. " now finish it with bullet seed" lance said. Treecko uses bullet seed but it didn't seem to have much effect on tailow. The tailow fled frightened by treecko. "That was awesome treecko" lance said has he praised him.

"So where do you guys plan on heading after here" lance asked Liam

[Assistant] "Well, Rustborro has a gym, I say we go there." Liam said.

[User] "Alright then, sounds good to me" lance looks at treecko. "You did awesome get some rest" lance returned treecko to his pokeball.

[Assistant] "Well, first we have to pass through Oldale Town, Petalburg City, and Petlburg Woods."

[User] "There'll be some interesting Pokémon in those places," added Shiranui, "If you're lucky, you might spot a few rare ones here and there."

[Assistant] "Rare Pokemon" lance loved the thought that. He wanted rare and powerful Pokemon. "Lets get move on then."

[User] "Honenn is also known one of the four regions that holds Pokémon Contests." Liam stated.

[Assistant] "I plan on taking them on," added Shiranui.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 23
Height/Weight: 6'1 / 205 - 6'2 / 215 with powers at max capacity

Personality: Subject 562's emotional levels show a consistent correlation with the use of his abilities. Whilst in Lockdown, Johnny displays a shy, quiet demeanor. Generally keeping to himself unless otherwise confronted by a peer subject, often found in the study hall reading historic tales of adventure. While in a group environment, Johnny displays a proficient ability to carry normal social conversation, showing the occasional bit of humor in moments of relaxation. There is a dramatic change in behavior when testing and completing simulations in The Box. Vast spikes in confidence, humor and borderline braggadocio are on full display, earning him the nickname Johnny Volatile by certain members of security and the observation team, one time proclaiming his love for a "great llama". These traits remain for quite some time after trials are complete and 562 has entered his "cooldown" phase, where he reverts to normal behavior.

Powers/Skills: Subject 562 possesses the ability to manifest high intensity flames on his forearms, manipulating them into his hands to create projectiles (eg: bolts of flame, rifts of fire) and even the ability to coat his entire body in fire. 562 also possesses an extreme tolerance to heat, both of his own and of the surrounding environment. There have been remarkable changes to the subject's physique and physical abilities correlated to the intensity of the flames manifested by him. Instances of increased speed, strength and agility have all been recorded and verified, as well as increased height and muscle mass.

Other: The Less I Know

[User]
Subject 268: Chester/Doc
@Jinxer @Spade

Once Red was out of his sights, Doc entered the other room, humming a cheerful tune. There were three of them and they all looked like they had a lot of potential. He waltzed over towards them, looking intently at each of their eyes, starting with the green-haired one, then the white-haired one, and lastly the one that was annoyingly taller than him. He stepped back, getting out of their personal space, and began to introduce himself. "Greetings Newbies! I am Subject 268. I am called Chester by the staff but you all will call me Doc." He tilted his non-existent hat towards them. "Now, I know you all are confused. You have no memories except those of your identification number and a name. Do not worry, that is because you have all just been born so there were no memories for you to make. Fascinating, isn't it?"

He took a deep breath as there were a lot of things he needed to say and he would need all the air he could get. "You all look like humans and you may even have human emotions, but you are not. You were created here in a test tube...just like me."

He pointed to the collar he was wearing on his neck. "This is a power disabler as you can see, you all have one on. With them on, we are just about as normal as the average human. But once we take them off..." he motioned one of the scientists examining them to come over to remove the collar. The scientist looked a bit hesitant but eventually pulled out a strange-looking key, inserting it into Doc's collar and entering the right password to unlock it. Once the scientist has removed the collar, Doc gave him a smile. "Thank you."

After the scientist took a step back, Doc used his powers to grow his bone so it protruded out of his fingers, making it look like ugly, white claws. "Cool, huh?" he chuckled before withdrawing his bones back into his body. The scientist took no time at all to put the collar back on him.

"Anyhow, later on you all will discover your powers, blah blah blah, I'll show you around, answer any questions, blah blah blah. Now go ahead and introduce yourselves. I hope we all will be friends here."

[Assistant]
Subject 768: Andarta

I could go for a run right about now. The first thoughts that popped into the head of the freshly awoken subject. She started to rationalize what was going on. When did she get on the floor? Better still how did she know that was a floor? It was almost dream like, being awake for the first time. Her body felt as if it was locked in position, only small movements where happening in her fingers and toes. Even her eye lids fought her when she tried to open them.

"These collars, they keep us "normal" so to speak. You see, all of you have unique...lets say "traits", and you're all different from each other. My trait is" she bit her finger and blood appeared from her finger "I can control my own blood and have it do what I want it to, for instance"

An irritated look was on Subject 768's face. She was trying to figure out why she could figure out! This girl just keeps making noises that she can understand, thus making her think about the noises instead of...wait what?  The blood snake ended that derailed train of thought. A toothy grin grew when it turned into a spear. Andarta's eyes no longer struggled they where wide watching the ability be recalled.

"So that is all I can give you for now, are there any questions?"

Andarta wasted no time, her hand was eight feet in the air as she literally jumped from her initial position to her tip toes! Her balance was a little shaky but she adjusted with only a few wobbles. The sounds of her joints popping as they settled made it seem like the Andarta had just gone through some horrible transformation, but the rather pleased look that took her face for a moment suggested it felt rather good. She shook off her physical bliss and began to exclaim "Pick me! Pick me! Commmmonnnnn! I got alota' questions!" One hand became two as she was not instantly answered "Cooooomon! Pllllllease! I gotta know!"  She rocked back and forth from big toe to big toe while she waited, her hair echoed her movement, whipping her nearby fellows. (@karamonnom@tendo)

[User]
Subject 496 coughed as he took his first breathes of air which burned his new lungs. Some residual electricity jumped between him and his former home before a scientist locked a collar around his make making him feel a strange sense of lose from something greater. What a strange sensation. He thought to himself as he did not know what the empty feeling inside him was from. Apparently it had been recorded in his development cycle that as his power slowly grew with his body that he had been feeding on the the electricity that powered his unit, but now that food source was gone.

Suddenly a strange man appeared in front of him and stared into his eyes. This man was not like the other creatures that were moving around and poking at him which was not something he really likes. The green haired subject tried shifting through his head and slowly figured out that he was called 496 or Virgil for some reason. As he figured this out, he was stretching and testing out the motor functions of the body that he had been given.

He listened quietly to the man with a similar collar around his next and looked down at his own hands when he saw bone come out of the other's fingers. What power do I have. The thought ran through his head as he cracked his knuckles as a smile appeared on his face.

"I think my name is 496 or Virgil, I'm not sure which one is my real name though. When do we get to find out what our powers are?" Virgil struggled with the first words he had ever spoken as he spoke slowly and deliberately picking every word carefully.

[Assistant]
"The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled."

Subject 562 / Johnny

This all felt very new, but very natural to him. His confusion was subdued by a calm confidence of which he could not explain. As he walked down the hall, flanked by guards wearing fireproof gear, Subject 562, the maelstrom force known by everyone but himself as Johnny Volatile, took in all the sights. The cold, sanitary walls, the humming lights and heavy boot steps of the guards.

He reached out to touch the wall and everyone stopped, the guards extending their neutralizer staffs in defense as he recoiled his arm, half ashamed he scared them and half amused they were so scared. "Sorry." he spoke, blinking a few times in bafflement at the sound of his on voice. He had no idea what 'sorry' meant, but at the same time he did, which is why he said it, right? They continued, his instincts telling him to keep moving forward. The guards were in tow, keeping a safe distance before they felt they had regained control of the situation.

The minutes following were a blur. There were others, different, maybe just as confused as he was, maybe not. One was presented in front of them, this one knew exactly what he was and Johnny wanted to know why. He spoke, but Johnny's focus was on his own hand. He stretched it, clenched it into a fist and twirled his fingers a bit as the one known as Doc went on about what was to come in the following days. Johnny couldn't stop looking at his own hand though, there was something inside, something warm, growing, just waking up. He felt it throughout his entire body, surging larger and larger, bit by bit. Suddenly, he felt the attention of the room shifted onto him. Looking around the room, he stood in silence for a second before meeting Doc's eyes.

"Subject 562, Johnny. I don't know how I know that, but I know it's true." he said, looking at the others as the idea of interacting with people similar to him brought a sense of optimism, "Friends," he mused "sounds nice. I like that." as Doc answered Virgil's question, waiting for Doc to finish responding before turning and pointing at the scientist, "Why is he scared?"


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Onyx has black hair and green cat eyes. The skin of her entire body is covered in short, soft cheetah-patterned fur, except her wings and face. She is missing her left ear and has a scar on her left cheek from a fight she was in a while back. Her wings are like the wings of a brown hawk, and her wingspan is twice her arm span. She usually wears a shawl so that her wings are hidden unless she is flying.

Equipment: 3 or 4 small knives (and other tools), a pair of restored Twin Pistols, and a basic med-pack.

Physical Abilities: Flight, 6th sence(hunting/tracking), Speed & Agility, Stealth.

Background: Onyx's species, the Elissics, live in the mountains and old cities found there. They could be categorized as a frightening predator and enemy to all creatures, as they have barely any ability to distinguish one race of creature from another from the air, and there's barely any escape once they swoop down on their prey. They are not a particularly smart race, they can't understand old human language and can just barely manage to put back together the few relics they find from humans. They can only make crude weaponry, and are fairly simple with the other things they make as well. Their society is broken up into many nomadic tribes across the region, each having their own unique color of wings, and they have no unified head of power, so they will often fight with each other when the different tribes meet.

Onyx herself is a bit different from the others in her tribe… she likes to be alone, rather than hunting in a group, and will keep trying towards her goal until she figures out how to get there. Instead of trying to fly over the tallest mountain and tiring herself out, possibly even getting sick, she'll look for the shortest path around. She's better with strategy and quick moves than drawn-out fights and trying to compensate for a group. Because of this, she is sort of left out of everything, and she doesn't care because she doesn't want to have to feel like she can't say what's on her mind. She is often given solo missions that really don't make much difference around the tribe, and whenever she's not on a mission will fly in random patterns around the mountains, usually ending up at a large lake (or small sea) where she likes to fish using an old net she had found nearby the first time she had gone there. Onyx, just like the rest of the Elissics, doesn't worry much about the state of the world or how it got that way. They all live completely in the moment.

[User] "Ok, flying tomorrow, and I suppose water also... I remember about the ammo, but what would you recommend for protecting my ears? I'd rather if you not touch them, that's just weird." Onyx laughed a little at her comment. "What am I saying? None of what's happened the past few days has been normal!"

[Assistant] "Anything that will block out sound will work. Some kind of earplug, or just something to go over them. It is hard to get an appreciation for how loud these things are without firing one for yourself. The reason I am as persistent as I am about it is that you can lose your hearing if you're unlucky, or worse. Some people get this constant ringing in their ear; I've experienced it before myself. And for races that don't regenerate like mine, I've heard it can even be permanent. Just see if you can find something in the storeroom along with the ammo, or I'll have to prove to you that I'm serious about just using my hands." Tarentek explained with a smile.

[User]
"Ok, I'll be right back. Go ahead and pick out a target." Onyx said before going over to the storehouse that was connected to the training area. It didn't take long to find a box of the ammo, she put it off to the side while she looked around for something to put over her ears. After a minute she found a thick square of cloth that she figured she could just tie over her head like a bandanna and press her ears closed. Testing her idea, she sang a song as she tied the cloth around her head.

By the time it was on, she was only aware of the sound of her voice because she could still hear herself before the sound left her body, but it was just that. She pulled the bandanna off as she finished the song and decided to test it again with Tarentek to see if it would truly work with the relic. She found him quickly and walked over. "I think I found something that will work to block out sound, and I have the ammo too."

[Assistant]
It had not taken long for Tarentek to locate a target to shoot. He did notice that he got a few looks as he was waiting, but no one approached him before Onyx returned. He looked over what she had gathered, then nodded to her. "Ah, I see. Tie that over your ears, I guess? It should block enough sound. You'll still hear it, but it shouldn't hurt you. The ammo looks right, so I'll show you what you need to know, then let you try it yourself.

There were no tables nearby Tarentek could use, so he took the pistol and sat down on the ground, motioning for Onyx to take a seat beside him. "First, I'll show you how to load it. This is the magazine release." He said, pointing to a small button on the grip before pressing it to remove the magazine. He then started to take rounds from the box and load them into the magazine. "Loading the magazine is easy, just push them in one at a time. However, with a loaded gun, you have to be careful. Really, it's good to be careful with any gun, at any time. Make sure not to point it at anything you don't want to shoot, and keep your finger off of the trigger until you are ready to fire. I've seen too many accidents from people not being safe.

Once Tarentek had filled the magazine, he reloaded it back into the handgun. Since it was empty, you have to pull back the slide to load a bullet into the chamber. Once that is done, and the safety is off, it will be ready to fire." He explained, pointing out the safety to her as he mentioned it.

"Now, as for how to actually shoot, I will demonstrate. Grab it with your dominant hand as high on the grip as you can, then place your other hand over it as so. When you aim at the target, make sure not to lock your elbows, then look down the sights. You want the rear sights to be in line with the front sight. When you're firing, either hold your breath very briefly when you pull the trigger, or fire between breaths. It will help keep you steady. The latter is more effective, but the former can be easier for beginners." Tarentek explained, demonstrating each part of the technique in sequence. Before firing, however, he paused a moment and reached into the pouch on his waist. He had been wearing it when Amman was attacked, and while it had no useful supplies, there was one thing he always kept with him. From the pouch, he produced two small, tightly wrapped pieces of cotton fabric which he used as earplugs.

"Okay, cover your ears." He warned before switching off the safety and taking aim with the technique he described. With a few pulls of the trigger, he put three rounds downrange, showing that the pistol did indeed work. The range to the target was not too long, so Tarentek hit accurately, with a tight spread. He was a marksman in his squad, after all, so hitting a stationary target was nothing too difficult.

"Alright, your turn. Take a few shots and get used to the recoil. You might not be too accurate at first, but you'll get used to it." He said, flipping on the safety, than handing it back to her.

[User]
Well, the cloth worked. Onyx heard three loud bangs as Tarentek fired at the target, and barely made out the next words he had said to her as he handed the relic to her. She nodded because she didn't know if he would be able to hear her either, and tried to copy what she'd seen him do.

She started aiming, but it didn't work when she tried to fire until she remembered that she hadn't turned the safety off yet. pressing the button, she aimed again and held her breath for a second as she pulled the trigger. She heard the bang, but couldn't see where the bullet went. "I missed..." She mumbled to herself before re-aiming and trying again a few times.

One finally hit the target, really close to the edge, but it still hit. Onyx turned the safety back on and turned to Tarentek with a smile. "I think you overestimated my accuracy with this thing." She spoke with a joking tone, but she did worry again for a second that he wouldn't be able to hear her.

[Assistant]
Tarentek removed one of his earplugs after Onyx finished shooting to hear her more clearly. "I think your accuracy is exactly where I'd expect it to be. You're just starting out, so you're not going to be great at first. Make sure when you're aiming that your sights are completely aligned, else your aim will be thrown off. Otherwise, you seem to be following proper form, though I can't tell on your breath control. In any case, there is only so much that explanations can do. Beyond that, only practice and experience can really help you improve. I'd keep trying as often as you're allowed. I know bullets can be hard to come by, but 9mm is a common ammo type, at least. I know I'm kind of low for my rifle. I have a magazine and a half left, and 7.62x51mm will be harder for to come by."

Replacing his earplug back into his ear, Tarentek motioned to the target. "Anyway, why don't you try again? Try to keep a count of how many rounds you have left. That pistol will hold fifteen rounds. Sixteen, if you already have one in the chamber when you reload. After you run out that magazine, if you still want to continue, we'll see if you can reload it."

[User]
"I Think I'd rather just stop after its empty this time." Onyx said as she tried to recall how many shots she had fired already. I think there are only 5 left... She turned back to the target and turned the safety off again. Focusing on lining up the sights and controlling her breathing she fired the last few shots.

Miss... Miss... Hit, near where the first one was... Another hit... I missed again... She counted five, but wanted to make sure she was right so she aimed again and fired, and nothing happened. She turned the safety on, just in case, and pulled the cloth off of her head. "What do you want to do now? If you still want to, I'll spar with you, or you can practice with your relic and I'll go do knife training."

[Assistant]
"You had a few hits, at least. I think you'll do well with more practice. Though, at the very least, your threats with that thing will have a lot more bite in the future. Just remember to pick up some ammo for it before you go out next time." Tarentek suggested. Pausing a moment, he removed his earplugs and put them away before continuing.

"It has been a while since I've had target practice, but unfortunately I don't have the ammo to spare. However, I...think I might be able to handle a good sparring match. I'm still not fully recovered, but I'm doing better than before, and I'd like the exercise. As long as it isn't too intense, I should be fine. I'll admit, I've never sparred against someone who could fly before, so that should be interesting. You ever gone hand-to-hand with someone like me before?" He asked curiously.

[User] "No I've never fought with any of your race before, not any that I can remember at least. I have fought reptiles before, but none very similar to you." Onyx pointed to a large sandy area a little ways away from the shooting area. "That's where we hold sparring matches and duels. I was thinking earlier that if we spar I would try not to fly, if you thought it would be more fair that way. Our fighting style uses flight and speed to overtake an enemy quickly, but there's a sub-style for when we can't fly that I need to practice more."

[Assistant]
"That...might be a good idea, actually. I am feeling better than before, but I definitely won't be fighting at my best. It might even things out for you not to fly." Tarentek answered as the pair started to walk towards the sparring area. "We tend to be physically stronger than a lot of the races we come across, so we use that to our advantage. I don't think I can even pretend to be as agile as you, though. Personally, I'm a marksman by trade, but all soldiers, especially scouts, receive their hand-to-hand training. We have to be trained to be able to survive in harsh conditions, and without normal equipment."

Once they reached the sparring area, Tarentek glanced around the open area. "Is there anywhere I can put my robe?" He asked, completely casually.

[User] "What?! Wh-!" Onyx was surprised at how casually Tarentek was acting, she narrowed her eyes at him and lowered her voice. "That is not a funny joke. Why would you say something like that?! Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it makes me already that you don't wear anything when you sleep?" Onyx took a few steps away from him and crossed her arms, waiting for his explanation.

[Assistant] Tarentek cocked his head to the side, looking at Onyx with genuine confusion. "What are you talking about? I don't under-ohhh, I think I get it. I think I remember hearing similar things from some visitors to Amman. From what I remember, mammals like you have you...reproductive parts on the outside of your bodies, so you always make sure to cover them with clothes. The same isn't true for us. I don't know if you saw before, but all of those parts are completely inside my body, so we don't really have a reason to cover them. Our scales do that for us. Visitors sometimes found it odd, but once they learned that, it usually wasn't an issue. Our clothing is entirely practical in purpose. For instance, my robe is meant to protect me from sand and wind. It's just...not that great to fight in, given how bulky and loose it is. Our combat armor is usually thick leather and layered cloth, which conforms much more closely to our bodies. I would have been wearing it in Amman, but the attack came by surprise." He explained. It was becoming difficult to keep track of how many differences there were between his people and the Elissics.

[User] "No, I've never noticed. When I noticed you weren't wearing anything I automatically looked away, except for the time you showed me your scars, but then I was too distracted by them to notice anything like that." Onyx was still standing with her arms crossed, but with what Tarentek said she was starting to be able to calm down. "I suppose, if you'd rather fight without it on, you could put it on one of the dummies over there." She motioned to a group of wooden training dummies not too far from the sparring grounds.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 27

Race: Half-Dragon/Half-Goliath

Appearance
Kharne takes after both of his parents very heavily. His mothers size and strength, his fathers natural defenses and coloration. He stands at an intimidating ten feet tall. Fairly above average even among other Goliaths. He's built much like a barbarian or a fighter, thick muscles ripple beneath his scales even at a near idle. Speaking of his scales, most of his body is black with a blue sheen in the right light while the plating along his chest and underside of his tail are a dark royal purple. His massive wingspan and strength doesn't make up for the half-formed membrane that decorate it, only allowing him to glide or gain a boost to jumping distance.

Strangely his horns are as white as freshly fallen snow, each one is about a foot and a half long and curve back slightly. Three spikes line the back of his jaw, the longest of which is four inches, the middle being three, and the bottom a mere two inches long. The spikes seem to protect his ears which can swivel to catch sounds and are pointed. Much likes his horns and spikes his claws, both hands and feet, are just as white. But the claws on his feet are clearly larger and designed to tear. Lastly his eyes, which are red with a reptilian pupil, sometimes glow depending on his mood. The more agitated and angry the brighter the glow.

Personality
Kharne can best be described as a blunt individual. He despises most races flowery language that beats around the bush and instead goes right to the point. Despite his bluntness he has the patience of a mountain, only the truly stupid things in the world getting him to actually get snappy. Given his bestial nature though he's a natural empath. Able to sense true emotions to a limited degree, his humanoid nature sort of getting in the way with more reason and logic. Like almost any race if he's treated correctly he's a good ally. Treat him wrong and you'll find no friendship, no aid, and potentially a pissed off stream of acid.

History
Kharne rarely gets into his history unless a superior has asked about it. He was a part of a Goliath tribe up in the mountains, his father unknown but clearly draconic, his mother a pure-blood Goliath. Once he was mature enough physically he left the tribe behind to survive in the mountains on his own. His draconic nature driving him to hunt and solitude while his Goliath side felt he was a drain on his single parent.

Very few things could contend with him in the mountains that he wandered. Getting that nice Goliath size before finally leaving into the warmer climes beneath the mountains. Down below there was far less solitude than he thought there would be. There were these soft bipedal beings in houses. Dozens of them that ran and screamed merely at the sight of him. He didn't understand their gibberish, only the Giantish and Draconic from his people and own instinct.

During the brief time he had been in the "valley" he encountered an old Knight. Such an odd being, this old man. Extremely few Goliath's lived to old age and even they went out to one-up their previous exploits. But the other odd thing was this old man could speak Draconic. So instead of yelling and screaming as he fled he held a conversation with the huge draconic man. Asking where he came from, what he planned on doing, typical stuff people wanted to know when they encountered a new and rare being.

Kharne found himself without answers to some of these questions. He had been following his instincts so much that he never really thought about his own future aside from his next meal. Finding no answer he was given a choice to follow the elderly man and learn from him or continue on with his instinctual life. It's obvious what Kharne picked, he followed the man and learned things about the world that even his ancestors and tribe didn't know. He didn't know it but his mere presence helped the old man, who'd try to rob a guy with a ten foot tall behemoth nearby during their travels?

Cut forward a few years and here we have a Kharne that had gained a good amount of knowledge, learned to suppress his instinctual dragon nature, and even push aside, most, of his Goliath competitiveness. He wasn't the scholarly sort but he wanted to learn things that could help him in the long run. Like potentially locating his draconic father if he ever felt like going that far. In his 'off time', meaning when he didn't have his face in a book, he learned the humanoid ways of fighting. With weapons, armor, and shields instead of tooth and claw.

During his time of study he looked at the various kingdoms of the races. Their histories, their military strategies, strengths, weaknesses, etc. He also looked at the gods and goddesses each one sort of fell under. He didn't really see anything that he could follow himself just by reading. So he'd have to see what each offered when he decided to travel. Given his draconic nature he honestly had no idea how long he'd live but he could spend that time fighting and learning.

The old knight he had helped before, and learned a little from, recommended he should participate in the upcoming meetings and fighting. Currently the behemoth is recommended to the human based kingdom to help where he's suitable. It wasn't possible to be a kingdom of one after all.

How he got to be a part of the group was because of that old knight. He had done a lot of good for the kingdom and his word carried some weight. He recommended Kharne, who had been studying up on the other kingdoms and doing odd jobs, for the cause. There wasn't any resistance to the idea, having muscle was a good thing sometimes. Aside from studying he had been clearing the kingdom of bandit fortresses and hunting the larger monsters that seemed to roam the area.

Equipment
* Crystal Greatsword: A monstrously huge sword made from what looks to be crystal. It glows a soft red, as if shining light through a refined rose quartz. It's eight feet long, the blade is single edged, it's four inches thick, and roughly fifteen inches wide. No one knows how much it weighs but the typical races can't even lift it.
* Steel Arm: Steel plates cover his right arm, his first knuckles to his shoulder. This is in place of a shield, allowing more maneuverability to parry melee attacks.
* "Champions" Belt: A particularly large steel clasp that goes around the waist. It's an inch thick and about five inches wide. Attached to the belt is a "skirt" of red fabric with a gold border that reaches his ankles. Offers minor protection and public decency.
* Dragon Tooth Bangle: A leather bangle on his bicep that has a ring of dragon teeth. A keepsake from his tribe up in the mountains and offers nothing but memories.

Magic
* Dragon Breath(Acid): Due to his draconic heritage he can fire a spray of acid in a 60ft line from his mouth. This can only be used twice daily
* Dragon Resistance(Acid): His dragon heritage gives him resistance to his own breath weapon damage type.
* Rage: It's less magic and more his body going into overdrive. His strength and endurance are multiplied by 1.5x. His reflexes are heightened due to the 'higher brain functions' slowing down to not interfere.

Extra
If you're wondering what Kharne sounds like, here ya go. youtube.com/watch?v=-dOXkdxP1ig

[User]
Cyterius awaited S'venia's answer, but was interrupted by the Lalafellen Elf who announced what he had been fearing in the back of his head: That the rest of their forces would not be arriving. S'venia's clarification further cemented the idea. Their current force was barely an army, and they were expected to go on a campaign to the Gods only know where. Cyterius let out a sigh as he took in that information. He brought his head up as S'venia spoke of organizing the guard rotations, but then turned his head to the door in surprise when a giant, lumbering dragon-like creature stepped inside. Cyterius very nearly drew his blade until S'venia spoke of them with familiarity. He relaxed his grip but was still tense at being near such an imposing creature. the meeting then went into the divison of labor among their limited force.

"After we break camp here, in two days' time, we are to head to the town of V'alnor... it's a two-day journey for us and we will restock there, your Luna Falcons will serve as our forward party," S'venia said. Cyterius nodded, somewhat pleased that she was at least familiar with their skills on paper. She then asked them to talk about their soldiers and how they could best be utilized in battle tactics.

Cyterius was about to answer, when the Lalafell, River, once again interrupted with a seemingly pointless question. Cyterius was almost about to reprimand the small elf for distracting the meeting, until he saw the ritual that the Elf was doing. It gave them a vision. A rather ominous one, that hinted at the nature of their foes. Yet it gave little of substance other than a vague appearance. Cyterius felt his blood chill at the possibilities that could make an entire platoon freeze in fear.

"That's our enemy it seems. Whatever that beast is...we are far from the great libraries of my kingdom, tell me, what would you say is the greatest collection of knowledge above land? I can only wish it contains the answers we seek." River said.

Cyterius nodded at River's suggestion. "We cannot fight an enemy we do not know. Knowledge and reconnaissance will be vital prior to any engagement. We should not let the enemy attack us on their terms if we can help it. Though until we know more about them, that may be difficult to ensure" He said, contemplatively looking at the now normal water bowl on the table.

"As for our skills... The Luna Falcons, as you know are primarily scouts and saboteurs. Send us in to recon an area, take out key targets, or quietly complete a task prior to or alongside any major action taken by our main forces. The Kyrantian Skirmishers meanwhile, are soldiers of the League's finest Light Cavalry unit. As evidenced by their name, they are meant to strike swiftly and harass the enemy. They are also well-trained in survival and can spend prolonged periods of time separated from the main force if needed. However, they are not Heavy Cavalry, and are not meant to lead charges or break fortified enemy lines. If need be, they will fight tooth and claw in the front lines, but that is not their place. Use them to support the main force and keep the enemy off-balance. Speed is our element, we would be most efficient if we are kept there." He explained, trying to detail as specifically as possible the uses of his men and women.

[Assistant]
Beatrix shook her head with a smile as she moved past the commander of the Snow Leopards. While a Goddess and thus rightly demanding her respect, no self respecting Luvalonian would consider themselves a child of Rofella. The Goddess of War and Peace commanded a portfolio that created a comparison which perpetuated the horror the Luvalons so determinedly resisted. However, she wasn't summoned for a debate on theology. There were more important issues on the table so she held her tongue. Beatrix instead focused on the smug look that crossed the woman's face. The hieromancer liked the look, much nicer than what she expected, so she decided to try and keep it on the commander's face.

The resulting discussion, detailing the disaster that befell their would be comrades and seeing the horror that slaughtered them, filled her with determination. They would find this Goddess and end these atrocities and Beatrix would lead a contingent to each of these nations to help them rebuild. She sent a silent prayer to them. Her considerations were cut short when a hulking creature stomped in.

"Well met Kharne! When we have a chance, you should have a drink with my men and I. No doubt you have a myriad stories to tell!" Beatrix clapped him on his… she meant to hit his arm but only reached his wrist. "And I would love to hear them all!"

"My forces are best used on the frontlines. Our enemies will break against our shields and wards. They will buckle beneath our wills and chains." Beatrix explained. "Our magic allows us to control vast portions of the battlefield or even quarantine enemies. Our forces may be small but our shields count for three more."

[User]
Kharne had done a quick patrol of the village, keeping an eye on the soldiers while keeping out of sight. Even the Falcon's had a hard time trying to find him once he decided not to be found. Being black and dark colors made him blend in with shadows easily and he knew the village far better than them. Once he made sure there were no threats he moved to the 'Command Post'. He could hear and smell multiple people within, and without a second thought he swung the door open and ducked into the building.

Almost immediately all eyes were upon him, which earned the lot a flat stare. S'venia introduce him and that he'd essentially be their body guard. "I had to make sure no one was doing something stupid." He rumbled out, the room just barely trembling at the deep base of his voice. Actually his voice was almost painful to listen to!

Soon things became a questioning of who was best used where, and the tiny elven being propping a bowl on the table. The group got to witness the rest of the forces that were supposed to arrive get slaughtered by something large with a porcelain mask. "A single being wiped them out? That doesn't sound like a useful force..." He rolling thunder voice rung out. He was clearly unimpressed.

Now the other leaders were explaining how their forces would be best used. Speedy scouts and a magical shield line. Useful. "You know how best to use me. Either have me as a reserve or send me to shatter the line." Kharne stated before he felt a tap on his wrist. He turned his attention down and gave Beatrix a bit of a hard glare. "Don't touch unless you wish to spar." He growled out softly as he shifted fluidly away from her.


[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
The snapping of buttons and the crank of the throttle was audible over the thrum of the engines. It did Neil well to hear the Highlander purring as if it was brand new and straight off the hangar. He didn't necessarily like duping someone as innocent as Indra, but he had to admit conning paid off. Hell, the alternative would be worse. You could have told her you didn't love her. "Yeah yeah, and then where would you be?" He breathed, setting up the RIP jump.

"Progress calculated. Course set-" Lonney began, but Neil cut him off. "I see it."

The display was framed by 2 red lines reaching a horizon point at the center, indicating how far they needed to travel before they reached the first R.I.P. jump. Taya looked satisfied, but the moment she looked away from the monitor to view Neil, she took a double take. He hadn't been wearing those when he came in. "Neil, where were you hiding those glasses?"

Neil adjusted the sunglasses on his face. "Don't worry about it." He told her, before his voice grew overly loud. "Everyone strapped in!?"

Taya checked her waist, but Junebug had already made certain both women were buckled up and ready. One look was all Neil needed, and he punched it. "Good enough for me!" He said, and the ship lurched. The artificial gravity withing having a difficult time keeping up with the vessel's speed for a split second, before it adjusted and settled once again. On the monitor, the red lining was increasingly narrowing until they reached the horizon line, and rather than lurching, there was an intense feeling that was somewhere between nauseating, having an eardrum rupturing, and having your heart fly out of your mouth.

It only lasted for but a moment, and for those used to it like Neil and Junebug, it wasn't nearly as bad as someone who had not experienced RIP nearly as muck like Taya, or for those who were not fully expecting it at the moment like Saxon likely. Soon the monitor was all silver streaks and black lines, in a maelstrom of various light dull colors as they traversed the alternate dimension. Every now and then, something would wash over the screen like a wave at sea.

"Any idea where this might take us?" Taya asked through closed eyes, her small body shaking from the exertion of the jump. Neil unbuckled and handed her some water from the side compartment.

"Wherever it is, it's close to the outer galaxy. We're already pretty far out, which is a double edged sword. Less law but more dangerous, generally."

[Assistant]
"Extracting," Junebug stated/thought, her consciousness merging with the computer her thoughts surging down the circuits in a stream of electrons. Reality stuttered into existence around them and Junebug felt a wrenching sense of loss which passes almost instantly. The sensor boards lit up as data from the material universe flooded in. Before them hung a greenish blue world with a single large continent dominating the lower half. There were several other worlds in the system but they seemed to be either gas giants or unremarkable rocks.

"Looks like... one spaceport with a lit beacon, sporadic radio traffic, fairly sparce settlement, or fairly low tech," Taya reported looking gray and shaky. Junebug had never found that the wrenching psychic shocks got any better, but with time you learned to deal with them. The junction had obviously been tough on her and she hadn't yet fully recovered from the strain. Junebug hoped they could take some time to rest and recuperate wherever this was.

"Any local net?" Junebug asked, tuning the sensors on the spaceport beacon Taya had mentioned.

"Doesn't look like they are that organised," Taya said a little disapprovingly.

"Beacon lists the world as Tiosinte, a protectorate of The Caliphate of Tarsaros, whatever that is," she commented. Spaceport beacons were not uncommon on more out of the way worlds that lacked centralized orbital nets. They usually provided basic information about the world as well as docking procedures and fees. Few worlds had several of them unless there was a political situation that made competing spaceports necessary.

"Docking fee five hundred credits and a further hundred in departure duties, tankage and gases, blah blah blah," Junebug continued reaching the end of the the meager data stream. No information on trade, no employment listings, no data on local conditions.

"Well, they will have charts if they have a spaceport," Junebug said, "and we might as well look over the damage from the junction with gravity under us. Take us in Neil."

"You got it babe," Neil said and shaped their course for reentry.

The Highlander settled onto the cracked concrete pad, the plasma thrusters starting brief fires fueled by weeds that grew up through the fissures on the landing surface. The spaceport was an space of perhaps forty acres enclosed by a curtain wall of synthetic stone. Presumably this was meant to protect the settlement they had overflown on the way in should one of the freighters under go a reactor failure rather than to defend the spaceport, manning such a fortification would take at half a battalion. Several hangers, apparently used for storage rather than to shelter ships, leaned haphazard and rusted, roofed in a combination of corrugated iron and structural plastic sheeting. A control tower of sorts stood roughly in the center of the space, a sun faded flag blowing lazily from its peak. Well it was a tower at least, they hadn't responded to any hails Sayeeda had attempted either by radio or with laser communicator. A battered looking freighter, several times the size of the Highlander sat on the other side of the port looking battered and ugly. It had power readings but no crew were immediately evident.

Junebug, Neil and Taya walked down the ramp and onto the cooling concrete. A shabby looking man was walking from the terminal with a clip board in his hand. He was unshaven and wore a grease spotted shirt in a garish red printed with white flowers and a pair of cargo shorts that contrasted to the steel toed boots that completed the ensemble. He reached the group and paused pulling a cigarette from his mouth and extending a hand. Junebug reached and and took it, shaking it formally.

"Welcome to Tiosinte captain...?" he asked.

"Cykali," Junebug supplied, "Junebug Cykali." If the name struck the man as odd he didn't show it, eyeing both her and Taya with appreciation, his eyes sliding over Neil.

"I'm Warner, Tobin Warner, I run the spaceport for the Tars," he intorduced himself before chuckling good naturedly.

"Not that they give a fuck what happens here of course, so long as they get their port duties, speaking of which..." he extended a hand.

"Six hundred credits please," he said with a smile. Junebug couldn't help but smile, graft on such a minor scale was almost charming and she passed over six of the platinum inlaid credit chips. Warner made them vanish with a skillful flick of his wrist.

"This is our first time on Tiosinte Mr Warner," Junebug told him, "Can you fill us in on conditions here?" Warner smiled tiredly.

"Its a fucking shit show, that is how conditions are," Warner told her, waving for them to walk with him. Obidently the followed him into the base of the tower. The interior was pleasantly cool compared to the tropical heat outside. A single ceiling fan turned slowly and music of some kind of acoustic harp blared from a music projector unit.

"There are a couple of gangs here that supply danac to the cartels on Easterling, they are at each others throats," Warner explained picking up a large pitcher of iced tea and pouring four glasses without bothering to ask them if they wanted any. He made a magnanimous gesture to the table of battered wood and Junebug took a seat.

"Danac?" Junebug asked and Warner arched his eyebrow.

"Gods where are you from? Danac is a narcotic that grows here, only grows here really, though it grows like a weed, freighters from the cartel come in every couple days and pick up the raw stuff." He made a gesture with his cup towards the other freighter on the pad, accidentally splashing tea onto his shirt and squaring colorfully.

"The gangs supply the cartel, and make everyone else miserable," Warner complained.

"They don't bother the spaceport though?" Junebug queried. Warner shook his head.

"Nah, the Tars could fucking gut them in a hot second if they managed to piss them off enough to notice, though that aint easy to do, no point in risking it when they already got everything else. If you want my advice, do whatever you need to do as quickly as you can and get the fuck out of here."

[User]
The spaceport was both rustic but industrialized. High tech towers and beacons beamed into the sky, nearly as slim as poles whilst the buildings around them were usually one, maybe two stories tall and made of clay or local sandstone. The climate wasn't nearly as arid as Hahn, but the planet wasn't necessarily bountiful in water or foliage either, giving the air a distinct smell of dust and dry heat and the air shimmered from the local sun's rays.

The crew found refuge in a large cantina a few miles away from the landing area, a small ball of neon light emitting multiple colors out into the sun drenched streets.

"No better place to find info." Neil said, and Taya and Junebug followed his lead. Of course, Junebug was savvy in a number of subject and she was no slouch when it came to criminal activities. It was something Neil used to do as a business, however, and at the moment they needed underhanded money. Well, anytime would be great but it seemed most money here was made through means that was illegal in the wider Imperium.

The music inside was bouncing and catchy, and four Xenos with horned heads and mouths split horizontally rather than vertically played on strange instruments on a small stage in the back. The three of them got a small table near the center of the sitting area, calling for drinks and making a guessing game of what alcoholic beverage constituted as bearable in this backwater nowhere of a planet. Meanwhile, Neil spend the majority of his time looking around to see if there were any signs of someone who might have information. A telling look, a gang sigil, or someone with a surly disposition who glanced at just the correct times.

It was to his surprise when a small group of settlers in the back waved him over when his eyes met one of them. They were maybe slightly older than him, around Junebug's age in brown coats and caps to keep the elements out of their hair, along with goggles on their foreheads. Neil looked to Junebug, then got to his feet and made his way over to them.

"Hey buddy, looks like you could use some money." One of them said, slurping up a noodled dish into his mouth, and the others watched Neil expectantly.

"Yeah I can. Looks like you fellas have a job if I'm not mistaken." He grinned.

"You are mistaken. We're not wanting your skills, we want something else."

"What's that?"

"Your women" he said, and Neil's grin disappeared. He lowered his brow, not entirely certain if they were making a joke. He placed his thumbs in his pockets, leaning nonchalantly on his back leg. "You want me to sell you my little sister and my girlfriend? Is that something that happens here often?" The former might not be by blood and the latter might be a new development, but he wasn't lying either.

"No, doesn't happen here more than much anywhere else. We'd treat 'em right, though if that's what you're worried on." A second said, and suddenly an idea popped into Neil's head. One he didn't need to convince himself much on. After a brief pause where he smiled, the pilot suddenly placed his hands under their table and threw it end over end atop one of them men, spilling their food and drinks in a myriad of cries.

One of them regained his feet, sputtering soup out of his mouth. "What the fuck did you do that for!?" He screamed, and the other two suddenly placed their hands on their holsters. All the cantina was silent, and the men suddenly realized Neil was also armed. Soup and beer dripping from their hair and coats, their pause was short lived when they decided three against one was good odds. Neil felt the same.

Before their guns cleared their holsters, Neil gunned all three of them down in display of impressive gunmanship. Junebug and Taya would have seen a bouncer approaching him from behind, only to suddenly walk away after he killed the three settlers. The fourth crawled out from under the table, and upon seeing his dead friends, he ran out of the cantina with flailing hands. Neil blew the smoke out of his gun, and made his way back to the table.

"Neil what the heck was that for!?" Taya whispered, worried.

"Well, if we can't get contacts, let's have the contacts notice us instead." He replied, and took a big sip from his mug. "Hey, this shit aint bad."


[System]
Ishizu Ishtar

Duke Devlin

Valon

Raphael

Alister

Mana/Dark Magician Girl

Mahad/Dark Magician

[User]
Serena reached for her staff on her back when she suddenly felt light headed and she fell to her knees. "Yami...I can't...I breath..." A voice rang out and said "The gods need a word, Pharaoh...they are in need of your action and wisdom..." Serena fought to breath, the energy getting too intense for her, even with her own powers

Yugi walked over, looking worried. "Is the call going thru? I don't like this...something doesn't feel right"

[Assistant]
Yami looked back to Serena when she fell to her knees, he took a step to turn to her and help, but only to be stopped when he heard a voice ring out and call to him. He looked to the light and the voice before looking back to Serena who was in great pain. "Whatever the gods may need, I must ask you to stop what harm you are placing on my friend. You are hurting her." He told the voice with a stern voice. He never took to one harming his friends lightly.

Marik looked to Yugi only to shake his head. "I am getting nothing. Only that the number is unavailable." He told Yugi. Joey looked worried. "What are we gonna do." "You think maybe the gods found another way to contact the pharaoh?" Marik asked Ishizu.

[User]
The voice said "I fear it is not by choice. Our power can not be taken by many souls. The guardian in this form can not handle the energy we release" Serena was panting as she said "I'll be fine...just hurry...Yami..."

She said "if he is near that mark, they can use it like a phone call

[Assistant]
Yami looked to Serena upon hearing the voice's words. He nodded once, looking to the light. "Then I wish to know who you are and what it is that the Gods want of me." He asked of the light.

Marik looked to his sister. "How can will we do that sister? What if he is not near it?"

[User]
A huge hawk appeared and Serena coughed again and muttered weakly "its the messager of the gods...the hawk of the light..." She coughed again and the hawk said "This is my hidden form...the gods need your aid in stopping an all out war. Two brothers fight for the earthly plain...and the other gods who have not picked sides free the worse will come to pass..."

Ishizu said "Maybe...we could use the link between the power of two common souls..." She looked over at Yugi and yugi said "I can try..."

[Assistant]
With the appearance of the huge Hawk, Yami managed to adjust to a light as he heard Serena's knowledge. Hearing the God's message, he nodded. "We are aware of the upcoming war and are looking for a way to stop this as well. Mainly to stop Apep from capturing the King of Shadows and finding what he called my heart. He wishes to control me to take over this world." He told the God. "Saying I am not complete."

Marik watched Yugi. "I see. For this to Work Yugi, you must clear your mind. Think though only of the Pharaoh. Ishizu and I can link you." He said, coming over to Yugi and taking his hand and Ishizu's. "It will not hurt. It is the same for how you two talked to each other back then."

[User]
The hawk tilted his head and said "Apep was always rash...the king of Shadows is not hard to find for you, King of old....he has been at your side since you took the throne...only recently returned to your side...and your heart is just as close. It's a secret hidden in the memories still lost to you...the goddess you seek is a way to find those answers..."

Yugi nodded and closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind while Ishizu worked to summon the power needed.

[Assistant]
Yami tilted his head all the same as the hawk. The King of Old....Been with me ever since I took the throne. Only recently returned to my side. My heart just as close. He thought upon this. It seemed he needed his further lost memories to understand. "I see. How can we find the goddess Hathor? Is there any other way to find her other than to find her blessed?" He asked next.

Marik too closed his eyes, also summoning the power needed to contact the pharaoh. The eye of Horus appeared on Yugi's forehead once the power was summoned. The faint image of Yugi appeared next to Yami, a feel of Deja vu. Yami noticed this faint and familiar presence looking behind him slightly to see the transparent figure of Yugi. "Yugi?" He questioned. "What are-How did you?" He asked with a surprise. He would no idea if the boy could see Messenger God.

[User]
The hawk flexed his wings and said "There maybe an easier way...a blessed is always drawn to the same things as the god is...its why they are chosen...Hathor in her love form always looks for happy people who are with the people they love...in her war side she goes to places that have battle and fighting for honor...if you find a place that has both of those things..." Serena suddenly coughed and said "Yami...I do...there's a dueling club that one of the gaming companies started. Its a club for dueling pairs...the matches are always two on two...it could be our best shot...to start looking..."

Yugi opened his eyes and looked around. "Yami, we got worried when we...whoa" The hawk bowed its head and said "Greetings, soul seeker...I fear I caused that concern...Our time is running short Pharaoh. If I keep this link much longer I could open another gateway..."

[Assistant] Yami looked back from Yugi to the Hawk when he referred to Hathor and how to find her. With the information Serena gave that would help, He nodded. Though hearing Yugi's amazement on seeing Thoth, or at least his true form, he couldn't help but smile a little. This was first time he got to see an actual Egyptian god. Sadly hearing about how the god keeping this link could open another gateway. Yami bowed before the god. I understand. "Please do not hesitate to seek me out again." Yami informed the god. He turned to Serena and Yugi. Walking over to Serena and kneeling beside her once the God and left. "Are you alright?" He asked. Looking to Yugi before he got his answer. "I am sorry my friend. If you tried to call in some fashion I could not hear it. Is something the matter?" He asked.

[User] The hawk bowed his head and said "good luck my king and guardian...and wish the king of shadows well...as well as Hathor" then he vanished, the taking the light with him. Serena coughed and felt light headed. When Yami came to her she leaned against his shoulder, breathing hard. "I'm okay...just dizzy..." Yugi smiled and said "we were just worried when we saw the image you sent...are you okay now?"

[Assistant] Yami smiled back to his partner. "Yes. We are alright. After we saw the that image, that was when the messenger appeared not long after. He was asking for my help. To stop this war that is to take place between the two brothers. It seems only some will take sides. The rest fear for the world. Hathor seems to indeed have the power to help us and we have a way to find her." The pharaoh explained. He had his attention toward Serena. "When and where is this dueling club?" He asked her.

[User]
Yugi smiled then vanished as Serena fought to sit up. "Its downtown nearby Duke's place...runs on the weekends and specials...it used to be a main hang out for me..." She looked at Yami and said "Well...this changes things. Thoughts?"

Yugi stumbled back and the room span around him. Ishizu moved back and felt light headed but was fine. "I'm surprised that worked...Yugi?" Yugi swayed on his feet, his eyes out of focus.

[Assistant]
Yami felt the presence of his friend vanish for he guessed that he was satisfied that they were alright. Yami helped her sit up as she explained what it where and when this event happens. When asked what his thoughts were, he looked thoughtful. "It would seem that we will need to pay a visit to this place on the weekend, see what it holds within. Once there we will see if Hathor's blessed is within and hopefully, be able to ask for Hathor's help. I would say for now we go back and see what the other's have found. I say we take a break, regain our strength," he told her and hoping she would take a break as well.

Marik moved back a little lightheaded as Ishizu was, however when Marik started to stumble it was Odion who caught him. "Master Marik?" Odion was concerned. "I'm fine. It's Yugi who I am concerned about." Marik looked toward the young duelist. "Yugi?" Tristen had come over and rested his hands on the young teen's shoulders to keep him grounded and not falling over. "Yugi? You okay?"

[User]
Serena nodded and said "good plan...my body can't move every easily anyway..." She tried to get up adding "feeling that gods energy...like fireworks thru all my nerves..."

Yugi fell against Tristan, his head feeling fuzzy as the others looked at him with concern. "I'm okay...just light headed is all...and my legs don't feel like staying up...right.." His legs buckled then, the young man falling forward.

[Assistant]
"I understand. Though as what you are describing. I do not think I have witnessed such a feeling before," Yami told her as he helped her up really to a point where he tried to give her a piggy back ride so she wouldn't have to use her legs to move. "I have not given anyone a piggyback ride before like Joey and Tristen have before. Even so it would not be wise to try and move so much.

Tristen caught his friend who had begun to fall forward before picking him up and setting his down on a chair. "Easy there Yugi. Just relax." Joey came over and sat down next to Yugi. "So you saw Yami right? How're they doing?" He asked while Marik walked over toward Adam as Seto was pulling up files upon files of the Dueling records from his past tournaments and skimming though the Duelists. "How's it going thus far?"

[User]
She smiled and said "If I can lean on you that would be fine. I just need to move my legs to get feeling back in them again...and I can see why you don't give piggy back much. Both of them have at least a head on you...but I've always liked shorter guys anyway" She put her arm around his shoulders and said "So...you get any answers or just more questions"

Yugi held his head and nodded. "They are both alright...they were speaking with a god...its why we couldn't get a hold of them..." Adam looked up and said "We have a good list to start with...if I just had one more thing to add to the list to thin it out that would be make this is a lot easier...Mr. Kaiba you find anything on your end?"

[Assistant]
Nodding toward her advise and what she needed, he wrapped an arm around her waist while his hands held hers that was around his shoulder though as to hearing how she likes shorter guys. Yami didn't exactly understand this, so tried not to think too much into it. Though the question he got made him think. "I believe we are getting somewhere, though he has me thinking about my heart and the King of Shadows. 'King of old....he has been at your side since you took the throne...only recently returned to your side...and your heart is just as close'. The god said that Hathor could help me figure this out if I were to search my lost memories. Plus we have a lead. I say this has done good for us."

"Well I guess that could make sense. It wouldnt be unusual with all we have been through." Joey commented. Seto leaned back within his chair before standing up. "Alot of duelists from around the world. When it comes to what you are looking for you are asking the wrong person. So I am having my computer sort them out as to what we are looking for." He said to Adam without having turned to talk to them. "Mokuba. I need you to transfer the sorted Duelists to Adam to look over. I would recommend helping him. I am not one to look for certain traits within such competition." He advised.

[User]
Serena nodded and said "I'm curious about the heart thing...what if they don't mean actually...what if its a figure thing? You know how the old story myths used metaphors" She flinched as her legs worked out the numbness.

Mokuba nodded and moved over to do what he asked, Adam rolling his neck. "Thanks kiddo...fresh eyes will help..." Yugi looked up at the group and said "I'm alright...just light headed is all...I haven't done that in a long time..."

[Assistant]
Yami shrugged as best as he could. "Maybe. We will know when we find her and be able to ask our questions. That is if she will be willing to see us." He walked at Serena's place while on their way toward Kaiba Corp.

Seto nodded back toward his little brother watching him do as asked. Seto slightly turned the seat to look over to Yugi. "Good to know, though I would advise straightening up soon. As soon as we get what we need, heading back would be better of plans seeing as how we need to be ahead of our enemies." Seto advised which was a bit rare. Marik nodded. "I agree. We wouldn't want to linger too long here. Did Yami say anything to you about what Thoth and himself talked about?" Marik asked Yugi.

[User]
Serena looked at him and said "She will see us...the fate of both worlds depends on it..."

Yugi nodded and said "Only a little...but the important thing was that the gods don't want this to turn into a full out war...but fear that's the path its going to take...Yami has to find his heart before Apep does...he said it was closer to Yami then he knew..."

[Assistant]
Yami didn't say anything but agreed with her. Continuing their slow walk toward the hideout, knowing that going toward Kaiba Corp was just a flat out bad idea right now while he Serena was needing rest. Yami was alright but he needed time to think about all this. Have an idea or clue as to what Thoth told him.

Marik looked thoughtful about what Yugi told him about what the messenger god said to Yami. "Closer to Yami than he knew....? I wondered how that is so..." Seto turned back to the screen as they were having the names printed and set as a backup for Adam. "We have a few minutes left before the backup and the printed copies are ready."