[System]
Race: Human

Position: Imperial Guard Master Sergeant

Appearance:

Allegiance: 122nd Astryan Airborne

Abilities:
Upon Wings of Vengeance: As head of the small, elite infantry taskforce maintained by the 122nd, Atreides has dozens of years experience leaping out of just about anything that flies in the Imperial Guard, and Navy, arsenals, and making it to the ground with the rest of his squad and their supporting gear, and making the most of this sudden assault from an unforeseen angle.

Fire for Effect: As the platoon leader, it is expected of Master Sergeant Atreides to be able to analyze a situation, pick out the most effective form of ordinance to solve the situation, and call it in. From airstrikes, artillery, and even man portable weapons, Atreides has an eye for picking out what will hurt the most, where, and when to hit with it.

From the Frozen Void, to the Hells Below: Stemming from his homeworlds close relationship with the Imperial Navy, all standing soldiers of the 122nd are trained to fight in just about any environment, from void combat and boarding actions, to the vicious street fighting and combat along open plains. For obvious reasons, Atreides is also highly competent in most fields of battle.

Bio: To know Master Sergeant Alexander Atreides, one must know his homeworld, his regiment, his upbringing and training. The Astryan system has only one habitable world, and habitable is being stretched in definition. Classified a Death World, Astryan VI orbits a supermassive star, the gravitational forces acting on the planet meaning that it spiraled far faster then a normal Terran day. With far more rapid day/night cycles, generally inhospitable atmosphere and nightmare climate shifts, scarce solid ground to settle on, and ruthless aerial predators make the world lethal to all but a select breed of man.

Each Astryan born on the planet learns fast how to fly various vehicles, sometimes before how to walk, from the home built flyers to decommissioned Imperial aircraft, always armed with at least several different automatic weapons. Dogfighting with aerial predators, traitors and criminals, and the odd invasion, every man, woman, and child that survives is already a natural pilot.

The Imperial Navy favors drawing upon these natural aces to act as pilots, and much of their tithe to the Imperium is paid in bodies, the best and brightest of each of the plateau cities pilots originally enlisting with the Imperial Navy. But a Guard Regiment was needed with the invasion of nearby systems, and the Imperial Navy had to learn to deal with a reduced number of pilots.

To raise such a regiment, the Astryan were equipped with a high number of aerial craft. Vultures and Valkyries were by far the most popular, but they got access to craft normally reserved for Naval use, such as Marauder Bombers and Thunderbolt Heavy Fighters. One suspects their close working relationship with Imperial Navy forces as a reason why, as Astryan work as often as auxiliary marines for the Navy as they do ground forces for the Guard.

But as impressive as the firepower and flexibility of the 122nd Airborne was in their air superiority, they still needed boots to put on an objective, as was their purpose to being raised. The core of the 122nd infantry were well trained, equipped, and motivated men and women who normally wouldn't have made the taxing standards required of the Aces assigned to the fliers.

Numbering barely 2,000 total troopers, the organizational structure of the infantry aspect of the is odd in the fact that no commissioned officers run the infantry aspect, their highest rank usually being a Master Sergeant. The infantry are split into four divisions, and subdivided from there as necessary, numbers and squads formed as needed rather than formally before hand, promoting flexibility in the field and not relying on command. Normally, the 122nd have to commit three to all four divisions to meet manning requirements in a theater of combat, though, so often times, the four divisions are only used as designators for where they are dropping and objectives.

Troopers are issued carapace armor and a choice of either las carbine, shotgun, or auto gun, depending on personal preference. Auto guns and shotguns are more popular, due to many simpler worlds being able to supply the ammo far easier than any sort of las weapon. Any heavy weapons must be man portable, either by a crew or individually, and for the same reason as before when it came to autoguns and shotguns, heavy stubbers and mortars are more popular than their more modern counterparts. Specialist weapons have to be drop friendly, so flamers, grenade launchers (And accompanying specialty payloads, krak being by far the most popular), and high powered hunting rifles from their home world are by far most popular, as they are durable enough to withstand a beating in a hard landing.

All troopers are issued grav chutes, and further specialty gear is on an as needed basis prior to deployments. Generally, though, light loads are preferable to being ready for anything, as its expected that a trooper can improvise what he or she needs on the field. Advancement is on merit of survival, as cowards are weeded out at the jump into combat, and survivors are either lucky, talented, or both. Promotion to Master Sergeant requires a board of senior officers of the 122nd Airborne's approval, but otherwise, promotion is left to the judgement of the Master Sergeant.

Alexander Atreides is not an uncommon story within the ranks of the 122nd Astryan Airborne's infantry ranks, although his carried on farther than most. A natural flier and hunter back on his homeworld, his practical experience with small craft and man portable gear was not helpful for a pilots life, but made him a natural fit for the infantry aspect. Recruited as part of the founding tithe of the 122nd Astryan Airborne, he was deployed on numerous fronts, and like many raw troopers, expected to either die or do great things.

Luckily for the then young man, the latter occurred. Deployed against a chaos held hive world, his first drop was into a heavily held Hive, where it had been reported no other assaults had gotten any footholds. The objectives were deceptively simple. Open the gates, and keep them open for reinforcements to relieve them. Marauder Bomber, and its Colossus variant, bombed much of the outside of the hive into oblivion, days of ceaseless bombings and raids from the massive bombers pounding the hive into supposed submission. The drop still went badly, the green regiment suffering heavy causalities as Chaos AA weapons, hidden from the bombers wrath, opened up on the descending men. Then Corporal Atreides took charge of a group of survivors, fighting to the gates and holding them open long enough to get relieved, only several hundred of the original 2,000 surviving the suicide drop.

The 122nd Airborne learned from their mistakes, however, and replenished their numbers before deployment to other theaters of war, the core veterans teaching the rookies how to survive their first drop, and Atreides made a name for always making it out alive, a core group of veterans forming the future for his command squad once he made Master Sergeant. Lacking formal schooling in warfare, tactics, or formality, he often came across as uncultured and brash when dealing with the officers of other infantry regiments in the field. But one look at the results often convinced them to overlook the Master Sergeant's demeanor, and he got along rather well with most enlisted men.

The 122nd Astryan Airborne were just finishing restocking when word came for their deployment to a new front. A Forge World, held by Chaos and having an Ork incursion occurring at the same time, and all available help was requested. The 122nd Astryan Airborne were mustered for duty, attached to a Naval patrol heading to support the already entrenched forces, the whole Guard Regiment based out of an old Ironclad, Undaunted Spirit, which had long ferried the flyboys around and was well liked by the Guard serving on it, despite the odd looks it got arriving in a system. So, with the arrival of the Undaunted Spirit and the accompanying Naval Patrol marked the beginning of the 122nd Astryan Airborne, and Master Sergeant Atreides, involvement in the battle for the Forge World.

Gear:
Combat Shotgun
Stub Revolver
Combat Knife
x1 Fragmentation Grenade
x2 Krak Grenades
Grav Chute
Carapace Armor
Rebreather Mask with Self Contained O2 Unit

Regimental Information

2,000 Drop Troopers
6,000 Airmen

Experienced

Due to Arrive in the Theater of Operations within 24 standard hours

Based out of Ironclad Class Vessel, the Undaunted Spirit

40 Marauder Bombers
10 Marauder Colossus Variants
30 Thunderbolt Heavy Fighters
120 Valkyrie Transports
40 Vulture Gunships
50 Tauros Venators
15 Drop Sentinels

[User] "You want to know our names? Did you here that lads? The emperors true sons, want to know who we are!" Though his mind told him it was a bad idea, the inquisitor's answer had pissed him off a bit, and he wanted to make her as angry as humanly possible. So, he got out of his chair, walked up to the space marine captain and did something he would probably get shot for, and offered his hand for a shake. Though he kept the biggest, dumbest grin he'd ever made on his face, Domenico was absolutely terrified. All the relaxants in the Imperium couldn't stop the cold, nervous sweat that had broken out on his brow. He couldn't believe he was high enough to have done that, and it just got better. "I'm colonel Domenico Di Giamberadino, Regimental commander of the 1523rd Ferian penal legion, at your service my lord" Domenico was fairly certain the inquisitor was going to shoot him, actually the space marine would probably just crush him, or snap his neck or something else terrible. But now he was committed and emperor be damned he wasn't turning around till the space marine shook his hand, kiled him, or ignored him.

[Assistant]
The Captain looked Colonel over, he was brave no doubt even those high or chem's retained enough sense not to approach the Astartes. "I look forward to watching your men fight Colonel, Redemption in the eyes of the Emperor is a worthy goal. Forgive me if I don't shake you hand however I power armor it hard to judge one's strength. Now I believe we should leave the Inquisitors ship and head down to battle. We shall command from the front as the Emperor wills, if you would you may join me in personal shuttle down, it can fit all of you and your command crew easily." Finally he turned to acknowledge the Inquisitor. "If you have need of me I will be planet side, winning your war and doing my duty and if you attempt to order MY fleet let me remind you that Brother Librarian Amos will contact the Rock, the Dark Angels are here to kill the heretics and Xenoes and leave. If you attempt tell us otherwise I'm sure Grand Master Belial wouldn't mind explaining further. He was here for one purpose and one purpose alone, to hunt Fallen Lord and to seek repentance for his brothers sin's.

Unknown Forgeworld, Ork territory

Cypher stalked quietly through the battlefield, he was searching for the guardsmen he spotted earlier, no doubt they lay up ahead, he found them sitting upon a hill, he heard one of them moan about how the Asartes took all the credit. So he spoke up, greeting them with a joke of sorts. "Yes I've come to do your job, fear not Guardsmen. The Dark Angels are here to assist, it you who deserve the credit." He smiled placed a hand on each of his pistol. "I come with a warning, it seems Chaos forces are headed this way no doubt to steal your prize, I suggest you hurry your mission along. The Chaos Space marines are much tougher than your average Ork." He spoke from experience. "I you wish I shall lead them away and buy you time. Unless you think I would steal your glory with that."

[User]
Domenico thought his heart had just burst, or maybe he was delusional, but he wasn't. A space marine had just asked him, HIM, to ride to the front with him. Domenico stood up straight,"Of course, I'll uh, gather my command squad." he then withdrew his hand and began ordering his squad to prep, and get their lazy asses up out of their nice comfortable chairs and get their collective criminal boots stomping.

As they were leaving, Domenico walked up to the inquisitor's throne, and said,"Some men in my regiment just picked up some weird looking xenos tech. They say it ain't orkish at all. I'll vox you the coordinates once rat tells them to me." With that, he winked at her, waved at the other officers, and followed the space marine captain out.

[Assistant]
Master Sergeant Alexander Atreides was standing on the bridge of the Undaunted Spirit as it was nearing the end of its trip through the warp, the Drop Trooper was already in full carapace armor, helmet tucked under his arm. Warp travel always unnerved the man somewhat. It wasn't like a drop where you could salvage if something went wrong with your gear. He heard the horror stories from surviving armsmen and guardsmen who had fought off daemonic incursions, hell, he knew how bad daemons could fight. He'd rather be down at the drop trooper's barracks, finalizing organization. But, as head of the Drop Trooper division of the 122nd Airborne, he had to be up here to deal with the officers and play niceties.

The overall commanding officer of the 122nd was Air Marshall Fredrick Sturmburg, or for folks outside the 122nd, Air Marshall was the equivalent of a Colonel. Beyond that, and Marshall instead of Major, the ranks worked out the same as other Guard regiments. Air Marshall Sturmburg was a good man, far as Atreides was concerned, smart, didn't let politics cloud his judgement in combat, didn't throw Atreides or his men into the grinder lightly. Respectable, at least. Sturmburg was holding an archaic watch, watching the hands on it move as it ticked down to emergence into realspace. Nodding to the comms officer, the man got onto the shipwide band. "All hands, prepare for shift into realspace. I say again, all hands, prepare for shift into realspace."

Atreides braced himself on a railing, this bit never excited him. Within moments of the relayed message, the ship tore a hole back into realspace, the Ironclad led the Naval patrol into its positions, other ships moving into screening positions around the aging model of ship. The Undaunted Spirit Began to move, while Air Marshall Sturmburg opened a hailing frequency towards the Imperial Fleet and its current leading vessel, and assuming the hail was responded to, he would begin earnestly, Sturmburg speaking with little flair or wasted verbage. "122nd Astryan Airborne, aboard the Undaunted Spirit, reporting from Astryan System as requested. Air Marshall Sturmburg, and Master Sergeant Atreides, standing by for further orders."


[System]
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15

Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"

Appearance:

Occupation: Blacksmith

Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.

Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.

Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.

Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.

Other Gear: None.

Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.

Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.

When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.

Other:  Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.

[User]
Gin didn't know if he was enjoying this yet when there wasn't all that much talking going on in their first trek out, but then again none of them really talked to him so when he was not talking it may as well be silence. They probably should talk more given what they were supposed to be doing, but he didn't really feel like talking to anyone anyway. Following after everyone he stopped when they stopped but didn't see the reason for it, only hearing why they did until he moved out from behind the others. It was some strange man, it seemed, probably the guide they were told about. What a strange man, at least considering the guy talked a lot and seemed to ramble on about something probably important. He didn't care much, he just wanted to keep going and finally get to the fighting part and show off how good he was with his blade.

Looking to each side he let out a sigh as Jiang decided to take the lead in talking a whole lot not, his attention soon dropping away again as he went on with one of his long speeches. This was going to be a drag if he was going to do this every single time he met someone new. Letting him ramble on in his own dramatic way he looked back to him, waiting for him to finish up; however, instead of finishing up he instead decided it was time to introduce himself after so long. Thinking maybe he could finally introduce himself he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could so much as get a breath out Jiang decided to talk up again. Growling lowly he gave him an angry glare before huffing, looking away for a moment before quickly speaking up the moment Jiang stopped chattering. "I-I'm Gin, by the way! There's other people aside from him and…uhh…her", he spoke quickly, looking quickly to Yuudai before sighing, "I'm Gin the Halfling, or whatever. You don't have to take his advice if you don't want to regarding routes…"

[Assistant]
Takumi smiled as he looked up at the Half-Oni, making sure to give a bow to her directly since she introduced herself. He made a mental note of where she wanted to go, and began to go over possible paths to each in his head, as Baji began to give a long explanation for what he thought of each location. This guy was talking way to much as far as Takumi was concerned, thinking way too hard about the possibilities of what they know or don't know. He was more used to people just quickly deciding where to go or already knowing beforehand. He was about to simply go introduce himself to someone else, when Baji had a question for him mixed into an introduction. It was a fair enough question, though he wasn't too keen on tacking paths specifically used by criminals.

"W-" he was about to talk when suddenly a smaller odd looking boy spoke up, causing him to look down and tilt his head some. The boy looked a bit young, but it wouldn't be the first time he had to escort a child to where he would later die so he didn't comment on it and just mentally sighed. "Hello Gin. Yes I planned to speak to the others as well but your friends happened to speak up to first, especially Jiang. As for the routes it's up to all of you really, whatever you decide is what I'll do. I'm here to take you where you need to go after all. If you have an idea of your own, just speak up and make your voice heard." He smiled before turning back to Jiang.

"Yes I do know of places such as those, paths used by various individuals and groups who I'd rather not run into. If we are searching those areas for whoever you are after, you may want to make sure with the others first. Many people wouldn't take kindly to you snooping around if they happen to be trying to escape from somewhere at that same moment. They often have scouts and stuff watching out to make sure the wrong people don't end up finding out about such places. Hell I'd be at risk at just taking you if I didn't check out the area ahead of time." He figured it was more likely to run into bandit gangs going down those paths, likely counting loot in a hideout nearby or watching out for bounty hunters and the like.

[User] Jiang Baji was more offended by the half-hearted introduction than he was by the passive aggression from Gin. Jiang's eyes were wide open and staring down at his friend when he heard him say whatever after introducing himself and immediately jumped in to correct him after Takumi was done speaking once more. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gin, you can't do that, man! You gotta sell yourself! You have speak valiantly and with pride in your title!" Jiang moved behind his buddy, lifting him up and putting him on his shoulders like his kid brother. "Now we say "I'm Gin The Halfling, greatest blacksmith in all of Shima and soon to be all of Baji!" We'll working on your posing moves later." The azure warrior placed his friend down and got more serious as he put all of his focus on to Takumi's response. It was a possible route but it was very dangerous compared to the other two and they would have no help from Shima villages, nor we they have the righteous advantage of the law aiding them in a non-Shima territory. The group would more than likely be outnumbered if they were to go down that route and he wasn't sure if they would be capable of fighting together in order to preserve one another's life. "Well, I would hate to ask you to do something that you would rather not do. I'm not sure if we would be able to make it through if we get into a fight, but I like our odds so long as those two are by our side." He said, nodding his head towards Yuudai and Gin. Jiang then turns to his allies and asks for their input. "This is a group decision, going that third route seems to be potentially risking our lives. If anyone is against it, then I say we don't go at all. How do you all feel?" He asked while looking at his friends and awaiting their valued opinions.

[Assistant]
A quick-written farewell letter. That was all Lord Oja had to bid farewell to his vassal Kenji. The Yang was not at all displeased about this. His Lord was never a man of words, always keeping it forward and blunt in both oral and written. "Tell Lord Oja farewell as well." Kenji ordered the Oja messenger. "And to pray for our success." The messenger bowed and went on his way just as Kenji did along with his compatriots. The village also bid them farewell, some believing they were a lost cause while some believing they will return in one piece. Kenji really preferred the latter.

In time, the guide had appeared and introduced himself as Takumi of the Kunteki Clan. He was from Naji but assured the group that will not get in the way of his job. Yuudai was the first to speak up then Jiang then the halfling Gin. Their conversation was mainly about where to search first and the three routes include the Shima village Uta, the village of Ru or the bandits' route. The third one was no doubt dangerous and so Jiang and Takumi turned to the others for the group's decision.

"If I may," Kenji spoke up. "We already know the village of Uta may be helpful since likely everyone there would cooperate with our search. However, the thieves may know this and so might not go there at all... or they could and use magic to properly conceal themselves. The village of Ru, on the other hand, is their logical choice to flee since it is outside Shima influence. The villagers there, however, may require more to cooperate or they may be in agreement with the thieves' not to reveal their location."

"The third route, while dangerous, may provide the most information since it is bandits and vagabonds who are most knowledgeable in the latest gossips of plots and schemes." Kenji finished. "Or so I believe. I am merely relaying my thoughts and I could be wrong in everything I said."

[User]
Yuudai was picking through what Lord Shima had decided to give them in terms of supplies and she had to admit that she was rather impressed by what they had gotten. The food was what she was most interested in of course, making sure to pick through the assortment and try and wonder just what she was going to do with it in terms of a proper meal. For a moment she looked back to the sword on her back, the old hilt of the blade poking out from the clothe it was covered in, wondering if she should obtain a new better blade than the one she had now. S shook that thought out of her mind, she was sure she would not even have to use it.

Though she had been listening to the group and their talk on what to do she decided that just stating what each section would entail was not going to get them anywhere. Turning around she watched the silly poses that Jiang was putting on as he was thinking, she would never get use to that. Yuu decided to put the issue to rest "We are going to Uta to check up on some freindly sources, it will provide good leads and then we can head to Ru where they may have passed on their way out of Shima land. However if we must then we can go with the more shady areas, but I would like to avoid it as long as possible."  Clearly she was not use to working in groups like this, as her indifferent tone was very much 'my way' about it.

[Assistant]
It was against Metou's nature to jump into a heated conversation if she wasn't needed, and although she had an opinion, so long as the others were still discussing the matter of their next target she felt no inclination to voice it. It seemed like too much energy to involve herself in Jiang's theatrics, or to get in Yuudai's face. However, once the latter tried to put her foot down on the side Metou disagreed with, she felt the need to intervene.

"Going to Uta would be a waste of our time, and we don't have any time to spare," Metou said, looking primarily at Yuudai. "Whatever plans these thieves have for the stolen relics, they undoubtedly lie outside of Shima. Uta is perfectly capable of searching for the relics within their own borders, our skills are better used outside of Shima territory." After speaking, Metou felt her tone was probably more authoritative than necessary, but Yuudai acting the same to push everyone in a direction she disagreed with had made the old woman a bit defensive. She tried to lighten her tone a bit and continued, "We should go to Ru to look for clues and inform the leadership there of Shima's plight. Some den of thieves may hold more information, but considering the risk it should be a last resort." Metou felt flexible about that last part.

[User]
Gin thought he had done pretty alright with introducing himself, at least for someone who had never actually met someone in his life that wasn't from Shima. He wasn't a great conversationalist that was for sure. Staring up at Takumi he sighed lightly when the guy took his greeting well, staring up at the man as he spoke before gasping when Jiang's voice suddenly raised up, his head immediately turning to him as he watched him all confused.  "W-What? What are you-!" Before he could even protest he was suddenly lifted up in the air, his arms going out desperately trying to balance himself. Panicking at the strange action he kept his arms out in desperation, not wanting to touch him. "Ahh! I-I'm Gin the Halfling of Shima with blacksmith-uhh greatest blacksmith of Shima and soon Baji now please put me down!"

Letting out a groan once he was finally placed back on his feet he dusted down his cloak and gave Jiang an annoyed look. He was not at all happy that he had been treated in such a fashion and was already starting to get sick of being treated like he was a little kid, even if he was short and young. All this guy seemed to do was pick on his height in different ways whether it was commenting straight out that he was short or trying to make him taller; either way, he hoped this wasn't going to become a regular thing. Grumbling as he folded his arms he looked to Jiang as he spoke, wondering at first if he was looking to someone else when he nodded in his direction before feeling confused all over again. Frowning, being asked what the best way to go was going to be a pretty useless question for him when he had never been beyond Shima, especially considering what he was. Looking to the others as they gave their input he soon shrugged himself, shaking his head. "I don't know where anywhere is so I don't know why you'd think I'd be able to give input too. Never been out this far before…"


[System]
Designation: CC-1313

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Race: Human Clone

Appearance: As of The First Battle of Geonosis, CC-1313 has black hair, fashioned into a buzzcut, and has no facial hair. Otherwise, he looks like a normal Clone. His armor is also standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper armor, with the yellow rank notion, like all Clone Commanders on Geonosis.

Weapons/Equipment: His weapons and equipment as of The First Battle of Geonosis are standard issue, one DC-15A Blaster Rifle, the Clone Trooper Utility Belt which has a Grappling Hook, Spare Ammunition, Rations, and Medical Kit. He wears the standard-issue Phase I Clone Trooper Armor.

Affiliation: GAR

Rank: Clone Commander

Personality: CC-1313 is either extraordinarily brave, or stupid. As a Clone Commander he doesn't have to be on the front lines, however he insists that he stand by his brothers on the front. He leads by example, and cares deeply for his troops. Disliking rash actions and tactics that would yield high casualties, instead his method is slow and steady, ensuring the least amount of casualties. However he understands the value of haste and will not hesitate to charge or hold the line.

Bio: Born in 32BBY, he was one of the first Clones ever bred for GAR. Despite being one of the first, CC-1313 is uncharacteristically individualistic. This is likely due to his tendencies to sneak in records of past battles into his bunk any way he could and read them before sleeping. He studied these records religiously, reading about soldiers disobeying orders and saving thousands, unorthodox tactics used by cunning commanders, soldiers who were heroes. He grew up wanting to be like them. He kept his individualistic actions to a minimum, the most he would do is run extra combat simulations, to see how he could shape the battlefield with his troops, or to see how well he could do in dire situations. Up until right before The First Battle of Geonosis, where he demanded very loudly, that his troops be issued extra medical kits. Threatening to sit down and not deploy with the rest of the army, Republic Strategic Command gave him his extra kits.

Other:
Quirks:
-Each soldier is given an extra medical kit. [Improved trooper survival]

The 24th Infantry Regiment = 2,640 Troops
24th Infantry Regiment, 118th Legion, 64th Star Corps, Second Sector Army

First Battalion = 660 Troops
First Company = 165 Troops
Second Company = 165 Troops, lead by CT-2231
Third Company = 165 Troops
Fourth Company = 165 Troops

Second Battalion = 660 Troops
First Company = 165 Troops
Second Company = 165 Troops
Third Company = 165 Troops
Fourth Company = 165 Troops

Third Battalion = 660 Troops
First Company = 165 Troops
Second Company = 165 Troops
Third Company = 165 Troops
Fourth Company = 165 Troops

Fourth Battalion = 660 Troops
First Company = 165 Troops
Second Company = 165 Troops
Third Company = 165 Troops
Fourth Company = 165 Troops

[User]
Ruhk Pic had not expected the clones, but he quite enjoyed their arrival. As the gunships circled to extract the jedi Ruhk heard a new voice of his communicator,"Commander Pic, your regiment is on standby, awaiting your arrival and orders" Pic responded, "What is my regiments designation?". The voice, obviously a clone commander most likely at the forward base, quickly answered the jedi's question, "The 24th infantry regiment sir, led by clone commander designated CC-1313"Ruhk thanked the commander, and stowed his communicator, it would almost be time to meet his troops.

As the gunship landed and Ruhk disembarked he saw a clone in yellow lined gear and assumed that must be CC-13, "You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again."

[Assistant]
Arven found his company, it had about a hundred and fifty men. When he arrived they stood and saluted. "Be at ease, gentlemen." Arven replied. "Who is the captain here?"

"That'd be me sir!" Arven saw a clone with blue markings on his armor. "I'm Captain CT-5252, if you prefer, our company refers to me as Fox." The clone stood still awaiting orders.

"I am Jedi Master Arven, I'll be acting as your general today." Arven looked around for a bit. "Captin, be at ease." The clone relaxed more. The rest of the troopers were just staring at Master Arven. Perhaps they've never really seen a Jedi up close..? Or perhaps they're nervous that I don't know how to command? "What are your currrent orders?"

"We are to repell the sepratist from their left while the rest of the army does this from their respective area."

"That seems simple enough, do we have tanks? Walkers? Gunships?"

"Yes sir, we have three RX-200 tanks, two AT-RT walkers and a LAAT gunship at our disposal."

"Good, then divide your men into teams, I need the beam tanks mounting an offensive from the rear with the walkers providing support. I will use the gunship as a command center and for support." Arven looked at the clone captain. "Do you agree with the plan? Do you have any ideas?"

"Yes sir. No sir."

"In that case, get to it." Captain Fox turned and began dividing his men into the teams Arven had specified. Soon there were six men ready to operate the tanks, two for the walkers and six, including Captain Fox, ready to operate and ride in the gunship. "Now everyone, make sure your comlinks are open! I will be using them to advise your movements from the air." With that Arven jumped into the gunship and they were off.

It didn't take them long to reach the droid front, it backed up very far, it was just droids - perhaps a few patches of geonosians, but it was a huge army. "Take cover, form a line and take cover." Arven spoke into his comlink. He saw the clones, like rats on the ground form a defensive line. "Tanks, take out their first line. Men keep in cover." The beam tanks swiped the line of droids, easily disabling them and several behind them. The droids were in disarray. "Clones, begin firing - do not advance. I repeat, do not advance."

"General! There's a hellfire tank." Captain Fox pointed it out. Arven saw the two wheeled tank approaching his men.

"Tanks! Concentrate fire on that hellfire. Everyone else, take cover!" The RX-200s turned and fired their beam cannons at the droid tank, it quickly exploded. "Continue the assult, do not advance until I say to do so. Keep firing." Arven remembered that the gunship had side mounted beam turrets. "Pilot, bring us in, lets use our beam turrets to take out some of their droids and anymore tanks." The clone pilot complied, the gunship hovered above Arven's men, facing the droid army. "Turrets, destroy what you can. Pilot, be prepared to take evasive maneuvers." Arven saw that the droids were falling back.

[User]
CC-1313 was rubbing his temples, but he was in a combat zone, so in actuality he was rubbing the front of his helmet. It was more symbolic than anything, to express his displeasure at the new change of leadership. It was only a short while after the orders that a lone gunship arrived, dropping off its passenger. It was the Jedi that was to be his new superior. CC-1313 had only glossed over the information about the Jedi, having never thought that the Jedi themselves would become officers in the army. He did read that in times of war, the Jedi did not shy away from armor. This Jedi though, did not wear any armor. The Jedi walked over to him and introduced himself,
"You, commander CC-13? I am Jedi master Ruhk Pic, your new general. I want a status report before we join the fighting again." He requested,
CC-1313 looked around at his troops and nodded, "We have just destroyed this droid factory. My troops are currently holding position with a secure perimeter. We have 2,534 battle ready Troops out of 2,640. The remaining 106 are WIA and are being treated, we have no KIA or MIA. We have been assigned two wings of 44 Gunships each as transport and air support, and we have no armor support."

[Assistant] Ruhk Pic smiled, as much as an Ithorian could smile, "Well then commander or role is clear. Load each transport with troops, and have the pilots listen for stress points in the battle line. We will deeply either where the druids are about to break or where are forces need backup. We shift with the battlefield, a good idea no?" Ruhk began to first examine the ships, and once satisfied boarded one, "Well commander? Got rocks in your shoes our do you have tactical input?"

[User]
CC-1313 ignored the aliens' remark about rocks in his shoes. Yeah, he did have rocks in his boots, and sand. But sand and pebbles got everywhere, and they didn't bother him that much. He rubbed the chin of his helmet and nodded,
"Very well General, I'll call over the Battalion leaders to brief them on our plan. We shouldn't spread ourselves too thin." CC-1313 determined, he called over the Battalion leaders over, and in a few seconds they stood in a circle. CC-1313 explained the Generals' plan to them and they all agreed. "Alright, since we're all in agreement over this, I recommend that we deploy by Battalion." He said, looking at the Ithorian Jedi, "Each Battalion would have discretion over how many troops to deploy at a zone, as well as the ability to call for reinforcements from the other Battalions." He explained, "We'll go on your green light."


[System]
Nyoko

"Don't waste my energy, or you won't get any more."
— Genki Nyoko

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Gender
Female

Age
15 - August 6th

Appearance
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135 Ibs
Fashion Sense: Nyoko is athletic, but doesn't typically wear the clothing that an athlete might. She dislikes wearing clothes that feel heavy like sweatpants or jeans, and finds such clothing items to have little aesthetic value. Instead, she gravitates towards more fashionable clothing that she can still freely move around. As such, she prefers to wear things like rompers or high waisted shorts. Nyoko can also be seen wearing skirts and dresses, but does so rarely and will wear spandex shorts underneath them.
Distinguishing Features: Eyes are a physical indicator of Nyoko's Quirk use. While her ability is in use, a ring of light circles the iris of her eye with a vertical line at the top. The symbol is uncanny in its similarity to a power symbol found on electronics. The light ranges in color to represent the amount of energy that Nyoko has available to her. Green signifies that her energy levels are maxed out while yellow suggests that her energy is at a more neutral level. When the light becomes red, Nyoko has likely pushed the limits with the amount of energy she is able to expend at that time.

Personality
Nyoko's temperament is often indicative of her Quirk with frequent fluctuations in energy levels. Brimming with kinetic energy usually yields a more sprightly and unrestrained disposition. However, her upbeat nature can quickly become overwhelming after absorbing too much energy. With her Quirk, she is rarely in a state of being calm. Typically, Nyoko falls on the more active end of the spectrum. Sometimes her Quirk puts her energy levels into a deficit when utilizing her ability through expending energy or transfering that energy to other people. When this happens, Nyoko's mood becomes more negative, often resulting in a somber or easily agitated attitude. Despite her past, she is incredibly proud of the fact that she is lucky enough to possess one. However, her past experiences have lead her with little confidence elsewhere. She expresses this through wearing clothing that she finds visually pleasing, even if it isn't practical with the athletic nature of her Quirk. Nyoko's lack of confidence also extends to her relationships with other people, which causes her to form emotional attachments easily. With complicated feelings about love and relating to other people, she develops crushes for simple reasons. That being said, her crushes fade easily as well.

History
Nyoko refrains from talking about her family, and is likely to dodge the subject. She often finds ways to give vague non-answers that reveal as little information as possible. She hates lying, but the truth isn't something that she's willing to publicize. When it comes to her Quirk, she finds herself bending the rules in order to prove herself. Although she has no aspirations of becoming a hero, her ultimate goal is to remove the negative connotations associated with Quirks so that it will no longer be stigmatized by others.

Being a first generation Quirk user is something Nyoko views as a double edged sword. She often feels resentful about the fact that her family wasn't more accepting of something she views as a gift. A lack of training and understanding has made it difficult for her to gain much experience with her Quirk, leaving her ability in a very raw state.

Quirk
Short Quirk explanation: Nyoko's Quirk is based on the use of kinetic energy with her body acting as a vessel that stores this type of energy. Using the pads of her fingers, she is able to absorb energy from another person. Touching them also allows her to transfer energy to another person. In addition to the ebb and flow of energy, Nyoko is also able to translate stored energy into momentum.

OTHERS
Likes: * Eating
* Daydreaming
* Physical activity
* Sleep
* Nature
* Camping
* Scavenger hunts
* Board games
* Karaoke
* Shenanigans

Dislikes: * Studying
* Intellectual activity
* Heavy clothing
* Travel
* Public displays of affection
* Closed spaces
* Sour things
* Bitter things
* Repetition
* Waiting

[User]
Emi

Location
Side Entrance
Algorithm@Moyai

It was the first day of Emi her brand new life. The new school year was just about to begin but before that... Emi was inconspicuously trying to walk by the huge crowd of protestors that were in front of the school gates. Emi had taken all the necessary measurements in order not to be spotted. She wore a big sunhat together with sunglasses, a mouth mask and a scarf around her neck to hide her bulging neck. Anyone that had seen her could tell she was hiding her identity.

Underneath her undercover outfit she wore the school clothes she was suppose to wear. Her jacket was hanging over her shoulders so her sleeves were hanging loose over her arms. The girl her socks were that of a perfect white, stretching till halfway her upper legs. Emi her hair was long and wavy reaching till beneath her butt. Her side hair was nearly tied into two pony tails with two smaller pony tails on top.

She was swiftly walking past the crowd hiding behind any tree and car she could find and somehow she got through unharmed. She could just about witness the shrimp girl her wonderful goodbye between herself and her parents. After heading through the side enterance like suggested in the student paper, Emi was met with a few students together with what were presumably teachers. The girl threw away her outfit back into her bag and joined the rest. It appeared that they were all introducing themselves to the other students so Emi guessed she had to do so as well!

Without realising her excitement Emi opened her mouth and introduced herself with a somewhat too loud voice.

"Ohayooo gozaimasu!!! My Name is Onsei Emi. Student identity number 19!"

Her voice revibrated against the school walls as she lightly introduced herself. She showed a flashy smile as she stretches both her arms to the side behind her back.

"I'm looking forward to this year! Let's all be friends!"

She happily exclaimed as she finally quieted down. Her gaze went around the area looking at the various people. There were a bunch of cute girls and cute guys already, she wondered if they would all be in the same class. Only the shrimpy girl did show of quite the quirk so maybe those others people weren't in her class.

Emi vividly hopped over next to the shrimp girl, squating down right besides her. Emi poked the posing shrimp her large claws quietly before poking her belly and cheeks. Then she moved on to observing her red hair and uniform all while she was still posing. Emi her mouth opened again, it was bound for trouble.

"You're my favorite nehe!"

As fast as sound Emi moved on and went to the clutz Yuuki. Poking her in her thighs and butt. She then raised herself up making Yuuki her hairs fall over the top of her own head giving herself a white hairdo. Emi swiftly stared up at her hair in awe. The girl moved her nose to the nape of the girl her neck sniffing lightly as she opened her mouth once more. Being more on volume right now in order not to hurt her ears.

"You feel nice and smell good as well!"

[Assistant]
It was safe to say that Hanazawa Lacara was not herself today. Normally she would be a highly excitable individual, but today she was visibly tired; so much so that even getting up off her bed for the day may have very well taken up all the strength she had to give. Her movement was all over the place, involuntarily zigzagging from one side of the footpath to the other, and she had a hand right up to her forehead this whole time, the sun burning its way into her eyes and affecting her vision of what was ahead of her.

This was the first time Lacara had been out of the house since living in Detroit, and the first time she'd seen the outside world of Japan. She wasn't particularly enthused about having to go out; in fact, she was so absolute in her refusal to leave that she pleaded he mother Yatsumi to let her sleep in. But Lacara was immediately reminded that she still had so much to learn, and that Yatsumi was never going to be able to teach her all of it. That was what got her to enroll Lacara into UA in the first place; so that she could learn things in peace, without any of the discrimination that Yatsumi or her father Fedarius would've had to endure for being in a quirkless society.

Well, that was the idea at least, but the illusion shattered the second Lacara stumbled her way up to the front gate. She knew those boos and jeers all to well. It was the sound of a protest that was starting to transform into a riot... if only because of course that was what would inevitably happen. All sorts of memories flooded Lacara's mind. The beatings. The kicks that were inflicted upon her and Yatsumi back then. All the times the both of them were smacked by signs that their attackers wielded.

And the labels. Those accursed, abominable labels!

...

A violent discharge of lava from her back had brought Lacara back to her senses. It also burned a hole in the shirt that made up the top half of her uniform but, as it could be quite handily and affordably replaced, it didn't matter so much. What mattered was that Lacara was pissed. She scanned the crowd ahead of her, eyes immolated with a wild, unadulterated rage.

Three people looked to be wielding megaphones in order to make their voices heard, from what Lacara could see. One was a man in the center of the protesting mob, but there were way too many people that Lacara would have to fight through to get to him, regardless of the angle she could try to attack from. To say such an endeavor would be physically taxing would be a severe understatement, so that would be a hard pass. A woman with a megaphone could be spotted through the cracks of the back of the crowd, but the men that surrounded her looked to be too strong. No dice on her, either. However, Lacara spotted a particularly bold woman right near the front of the crowd. True, she'd have to go right round just to get access to her, but those in front might very well have had most of their energy sapped from combating the riot police and security, and the woman herself was probably someone Lacara could easily overpower if she had to. Perfect.

Her move determined, Lacara took a confident and much more stable stride, through to the same side entrance that everyone else took to get to UA. She stopped to say hi to neither the students that had got there before her nor the members of the staff that were there to greet them. All she cared about was getting back into the front gate, using whatever mixture of bravery and insanity was there to guide her.

It was safe to say that Lacara had enough of this farce...

[User]
"Maybe we should have looked into this program before we agreed to send her there."

"It's a little late for that now, isn't it?"

Nyoko hadn't been awake long, and they were arguing. Again. Her mother was having second thoughts about the sending her away. That was really no surprise. It didn't change the fact that Nyoko didn't want to listen to it. Instinctively, she reached for her phone and pushed earphones into place. The music would drown out their dispute. At least she wouldn't have to put up with the constant fighting for much longer.

Most of Nyoko's belongings were already sent to her new school. As such, her room was quite barren. It looked more like a hotel room with a lack of clear identity or ownership. Other than her uniform, which she was already wearing except for the blazer, the only thing she had was her phone. Having everything sent away made leaving feel more real, but it wasn't as bittersweet as she anticipated. She was looking forward to not having to come back. As much as she wanted to go to UA, the dorms only made her want to leave even more. The guilt she felt regarding her eagerness to leave was minimal. The bitterness she felt was nearly nonexistent.

As Nyoko prepared to leave her room, her parents were waiting outside the door. She felt every muscle in her body tense, worried that they were going to intervene with her leaving. They had said their goodbyes the previous night. The argument that took place when she woke up was expected. Their sudden presence wasn't. Anxiety overwhelmed her as she worried about what they could possibly want.

Nyoko tugged one of her earbuds loose.
"Is something wrong?"

"It's about your new school," her father began. "Your mother has concerns."

"It's the first day. My things are gone, and I already have the uniform," Nyoko rambled quickly as she tried to make her case before they gave her no opportunity to do so. "If you were going to say I couldn't go, then you shouldn't have waited until the first day of school."

"That's not it," her mother stated. There was no reassurance in her voice. Nyoko's parents weren't like that.

"I have to go. I'm going to be late." Nyoko began to move, attempting to force her way around her parents. "Just text me."

Her father derailed her by sticking his arm out to block her path. "Your mother is talking to you. You better listen to what she has to say."

"I don't know about what you told me about this program at your new school," her mother began. "I want more details, so I want you to update me about what they're doing. If it's not up to my standards, I'm going to pull you out."

She couldn't be serious. Nyoko knew she wouldn't be permitted to leave the house without agreeing.

"Yeah, sure," she relented. "I'll update you."

"Then you can leave as soon as you put your blazer on. If you're going to show up on the first day of school in an incomplete uniform, then I may just change my mind."

Nyoko scowled as she grabbed her blazer and shoved her arms into the sleeves. Blazers felt heavy and weren't to her liking, but at least her parents had let her out of the house.

The closer Nyoko got to the school, the more her excitement began to grow. Even though she hadn't used her Quirk since waking up, the surge of adrenaline almost made her feel like she had excess energy. It wasn't long before she showed her ID to the teachers standing watch at the side entrance and shuffled her way past classmates to stand in the waiting area. Hopefully they wouldn't be idle for long. Patience wasn't one of her better attributes.


[System]
Age
Early to mid 20's
Gender
Female
Birthday
Unknown
Ethnicity
American
Birthplace
California.
Occupation
Tattoo artist.
Languages
English, some Spanish.
Strengths
Willing to handle jobs most others don't enjoy doing.
Surprisingly good with plants, but tends to baby-talk them.
Knows her way around some small arms.
Weaknesses
Even with the crisis going on, and traditional currency being all but useless now, Sam has an unhealthy obsession with money.
Frequent nosebleeds.
Has a 'for the good of the group' mentality.
Weapons/ Notable Equipment
Switchblade.
9mm pistol.
AK-47 [no ammo].
Carries a dufflebag full of money.

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Appearance

Height
5'8''
Eyes
Blue.
Hair
Light blonde, going to about mid-back and usually in a ponytail. The ends of her hair are a faded teal, considering she didn't even keep up with dying it before the outbreak.
Skin Tone
Fair.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings
Missing her left ring finger and pinky. Septum piercing – a faded bronze ring. Her left arm also has a full tattoo sleeve from shoulder [and a bit of her chest] to wrist, full of vibrant colours and in homage to the ocean with various sea creatures – even a kraken.

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Psychology

Sexuality
Hasn't specified, but doesn't hesitate to drop a flirtatious line to anyone given the opportunity – it may just be teasing since she does it even to those she doesn't get along with.
Personality
Relaxed. Charming. Realistic. Mostly reliable. Distrustful of outsiders.

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Relationships/Status
Father: Unknown.
Mother: Unknown.
Siblings: Unknown, mentioned before siblings can be a pain however.
Partners: Unknown.

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History

Your First Walker Encounter
Never talked about it other than a friend of hers was bit.
History Before Outbreak
Just a simple Cali girl, grew up with a normal family – though her parents were exasperated with her rebelliousness at times. Honestly, Sam thinks they were just happy she settled down and got a job, even if it was as a tattoo artist instead of something fancier. But she moved out to learn more about her trade, ended up with her own shop in New Mexico, her own crew of artists – she hopes they're alright. Other than that not much to tell, really.
History Since Outbreak
Tried to hold out on her own with a couple friends for awhile, but after one of them she was close to was bit it all seemed to fall apart. Doesn't talk much about it otherwise.

[User]
Jorel was in the middle of gutting a river fish with the knife he had grabbed earlier. It was routine for Brook and Jorel to make the food, though of course today would be the first without Conrad. Jorel of course could understand why he had done it, but... After 9 months? Really? It occupied his mind throughout the entire course of prepping the food.

Earlier he had found Conrad follow Brook into the kitchen. He stood up to do the same, but he came back out with a number of items in hand. "Mate, what are you doing?" Conrad looked into Jorel's eyes, and it really didn't take too long to realise what his motives were. He looked at the bundle of items Conrad held; packaged foods, drinks, other consumables, some bits of survival stuff here and there, and a random pot plant that Sam would kill him for. "If you're leaving, fine mate. Just take that and go." It was a armful of stuff, but it certainly wasn't going to hinder the group's survival, except maybe Jorel's for allowing Conrad to leave with the plant. Conrad nodded, and the two exchanged a brief handshake - albeit awkward with Conrad's gear - before he left the cabin. Moments later, the Explorer sounded, and Jorel watched Conrad roll off. He sighed. Turning around, he headed towards the kitchen.

Jorel had finished gutting the fish, removing the organs from it and chucking it into a bucket that he had kicked beside him. It made a lovely splat as it hit the bottom. He grunted, then began to drain the fish of blood, before filleting it and removing the bones. The work took just as long as it took Brook to do her amount of cooking, but he had chopped it into bits in time to dump into the pot. "Voilà," Jorel half-heartedly exclaimed as he tossed the fish into the pot. "One less mouth to feed, and another mouth to feed. Let's hope she isn't wasting air." Jorel hopped up onto the bench once done, leaning back to look up at the ceiling, cranking his neck. "I'd like a bath..." He sniffed himself, scrunching up his face. "Haven't had one in almost a year, it seems."

[Assistant]
"Being underestimated is good. It means they never expect you to be dangerous," Sam gave a little shrug with her words, another lopsided grin adorning her face. "But I'm sure they realize now that you're a fighter. Which is good! No one likes a dead weight." Herself least of all, when it could strain the group. Who knows, what with the gear the little stray was packing she could even be useful if she stayed. Really that's all Sam could ask for!

Well, that and knowing who the hell was driving off in the Explorer. The sound caused the tattoo artist to frown, tilting her head as she listened to the engine slowly fade away. Leo's room didn't have a window, but it was probably Conrad going to cool off. He didn't seem too happy about the situation, but in these times sometimes the best thing to do was fall in line. Sam didn't particularly like the thought of wasted gas, but as long as he killed a few corpsewalkers who cared?

And he was fanatical about that, so no worries there.

"Hm?" Once again Sam's distraction caused her to slide her gaze to the other occupant of the room, quirking a blonde eyebrow at Ash. "Right," She stated and got up from the bed, stretching her arms above her head.

"I'll go grab a change of Brooklyn's clothes – you'd be swimming in whatever I have, short stuff." It admittedly make Sam's skin itch slightly at leaving the girl alone since they hadn't known each other for even an hour, but it was just a brief trip. Sliding the door open just slightly the blonde slipped out and closed it behind her. A frown briefly pulled at her lips seeing Leo, the image of him with his hand on that little gun of his flashing through her mind, but it was soon smoothed over with a quirk of her lips.

"One minute, soldier, need to grab our stray some clothes." She slipped by Leo and within minutes of rummaging in Brook's things – and checking briefly on Beaumont and George, her pair of red robin tomato plants that Sam had stashed by Brook's window – she had grabbed what looked like the smallest sets of clothing the other woman owned. She was sure despite what happened Brooklyn wouldn't mind. Sam liked rummaging through her things all the time after all. Sometimes she folded towels into elephants – it was the only animal she knew how to fold though.

Within short order the tattoo artist was once more brushing passed Leo and inside the room, offering the armful of clothing to Ash.

"Here you go. Best you're going to get unless you want to wear my spare hoodie as a dress. Best apocalypse fashion there is!"

[User]
Taking a moment to breathe as Sam left the room Ash flopped back onto the floor, blinking for a few moments as tears sprung to her eyes. Furiously she began to wipe away the tears, sniffling angrily as she sat back up. The Sam would be back any moment and the last thing she wanted was to be caught crying after she had just made a big fuss about being strong. By the time Sam had returned she was mostly under control, though her eyes were still a little red but she was running her fingers through her hair.

Inspecting the clothes there was the slightest hint of distaste to her face, but she said nothing and slipped the dark blue cardigan on and pulled on the pair of pants. They were not things she would normally wear, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
"It's fine, most of my clothes are really big on me too. When you grow out of them as quickly as I do sizing up is not necessarily a bad thing. I've got a belt." She took the belt from her pants that were hanging up and drying and used it to help hold these ones up. She just didn't have the hips to hold up adult pants. She then began rolling up the pant legs and pushing up the arms.

She looked dumb, but she was warm and mostly dry so she certainly wasn't complaining. And if anyone made a comment? Then she would try to just grit her teeth and take it. She didn't want two incidents in one day where she attacked the people who had helped her. For a moment she glanced at her knife too, also hanging up. She wanted to bring it with her, but thought it would make a better impression upon the group if she wasn't walking around armed. It was dumb but for now it was the smarter move.

Exiting the door she looked up at the tall man cautiously before casting her gaze back down once more, lose strands of hair falling over her face, one arm holding the other as she waited to be told what they'd be doing now. It had been a long time since she had been in a situation like this and she remembered how much she hated it.

[Assistant]
Leo wanted to get himself back downstairs, more than anything to get confirmation on who had left. Sam quickly emerged from his room before rushing back in with a a handful of clothes. A few minutes later Sam emerged accompanied by the young girl, the close she wore rolled up where possible so they didn't hang off her. She looked rather stupid but Sully was just glad that she had something warm on instead of the water drenched clothes she had arrived in. He squatted down to her eye level so she wasn't having to crane her neck upwards to him.

"I'm going to talk to you like an adult and let you know the situation." Leo removed the rifle from over his shoulder and rested it against the nearby wall. "This cabin has always had a policy of tying up anyone who arrives, just as a precaution because of the risk of hidden bites. What you woke up to was a disagreement about whether to tie you up or not. Fortunately the group has agreed to not having you bound and gagged, but what everyone will expect is for you to stay in my room under lock and key for a couple of days. It is only a precaution and i'm sure you'll be able to come out when you need to go to toilet and eat. Once a couple of days has gone by and everyone's happy you're healthy then you'll have the chance to roam around whenever you like."

Leo paused for a moment looking over his shoulder at the nearby staircase. "So now we are going eat. I think it'd be a good time to properly meet everyone and maybe you could apologise to Brooklyn. She's had a hard time and didn't really mean anything bad. I mean if you'd rather we can hold off going downstairs and I can bring it up to you of course. Either way though, once dinner is done you'll be expected to return to my room." Leo cast a glance at the gun he left resting against the wall with the chair nearby. "I'll be outside the entire time you're in there so you'll be safe." Turning back to her and looking her in the eye he tried his best to show as soft and welcoming a smile as he could muster. "So what do you think? Do you want to go and eat downstairs?"

[User]
Well, at least Sam could respect Leo for being upfront about the whole affair. Still pissed at him, though. However, his words sparked a thought and the tattoo artist made a thoughtful hum, tapping a finger against her bottom lip.

"You know, we never even asked Ash if she had a safe house to return to or anything." She commented aloud, but then after a moment just shrugged. "Well, at least you know now you can stay here, I guess." The last part had an overly dramatic lilt to Sam's words, obviously teasing. However finally she just gestured downstairs.

"Now come on, I worked up an appetite getting those fish and I'm fuckin' hungry." With the two following her – presumably at least – the blonde descended the stairs once more, though as her gaze flitted across the room a frown tugged the corners of her lips down. "I told them not to move my plants," the woman muttered under her breath, dragging her gaze around the room. Abigail – her budding cucumber plant – was no where to be seen. Finally she shrugged and just moved to the kitchen and leaned against the doorway. It couldn't have gone far.

"Well hello Mr. And Ms. Cheerful. Making that gumbo? Because I am fucking starving." Gesturing into the kitchen, Sam called over to Ash. "This is Brooklyn and Jorel by the way. Conrad's run off somewhere - I'm eating his portion if he's not back in time, I don't even care."


[System]
Basics
Alias: Trick
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Alliance: Good
Power: Teleportation – Lexa can teleport herself and whatever she's holding to any location that she can see
Enhanced Healing – Lexa has enhanced durability and heals moderately fast (an injury that would normally take several days to heal instead takes several hours), though this has the side effect of injuries scarring more often than not

Physical Description

Image:

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 111 lbs
Hair: Long, deep red
Eyes: Amber
Typical Clothing/Equipment: Casual – baggy, loose fitting t-shirt and pants, with a pair of old sneakers.
Uniform – A black, lightly armored ensemble with gloves, a jacket, and a mask that covers the bottom half of her face. She also carries a katana, and dyes her hair black to help conceal her identity.

Personality/Attributes

Personality/Attitude: Quiet, aloof, thoughtful, self-blaming, sarcastic, couragious, just, secretly empathetic
Skills/Talents: Karate and aikido black belt, weapons training, parkour, fluent in French and Vietnamese, superior reflexes
Favorites/Likes: Her dog Frank, japanese candies, quiet nights
Most Hated/Dislikes: People who enjoy hurting others
Goals/Ambitions: To help as many people as she can
Strengths: Resourceful, driven, takes no shit
Weaknesses: Brooding, quick to blame herself, stand-offish
Fears: Watching someone die when she could've helped

Additional Notes: Her parents and little brother died in a house robbery gone wrong eight months ago. Now she lives in an apartment by herself with an old one-eyed dog she picked up from the pound named Frank. Never been kissed. Has a day job working at a bookstore.

[User]
Black Jack leapt at Trick – only for her to teleport away. Like hell she was letting these people touch her. Time to be annoying and teleport spam. In a flash, her katana was drawn and she was in the fray with the other two, flitting around them like a razor-edged spark. Keeping track of the two opponents – each decidedly deadly on their own – was a fast-paced challenge, to say the least. Duck a fist, teleport to a better angle, block a sword, teleport away, on and on, the three of them in an intricate, dangerous dance. Trick had to fight to keep from losing herself between Shirley's raging brutality and Black Jack's lightning quick aggression. She was tiring. She was built to hit hard and hit fast, but she didn't have much in the way of staying power. This needed to end. Soon. Or she wasn't going to walk away from it.

That was when her sword found its way into the middle of Black Jack's back. She'd learned not to stay in contact with these people for long, even after landing a blow, so as soon as the strike hit, she'd teleported away, four yards to the side. The three combatants were standing in a triangle as blood gushed from Black Jack's back. He treated it like a particularly nasty splinter. Trick cursed in her head at his goddamn healing factor. Her eyes narrowed as he taunted her and she spun her blade in her hand, flicking his blood off it.

Then Shirley swatted her away like a fly.

It was a testament to her exhaustion that she hadn't reacted fast enough to teleport away. Her sword flew out of her hand and landed on the ground with a clatter. Trick was shot like a bullet through the air, breath catching in her lungs. She barely had enough presence of mind to teleport herself forward in space, giving her more room to lose her momentum before she hit the wall. She tumbled to the ground, rolling and colliding with the wall with a dull thud instead of a bone-smashing shatter. Trick coughed as she got her bearings, pushing herself up on unsteady arms. Forcing herself to her feet, she spat blood that had begun pooling in her mouth. She heard Black Jack trying to direct Shirley at her because apparently it was her fault Black Jack had started a murderous manhunt resulting in countless lives of collateral damage. Because she'd lead his merry band of freakshow murderers to the city. Right.

God, she hated him.

But then the sound of cracking and splintering above her caught her attention. Trick looked up to see that apparently the rafter she'd used on Shirley had been an important one. It was now completely severed, hanging in bloody splinters. The ones around it were starting to bend and buckle, too. The ceiling was shuddering, dust beginning to fall. Trick's amber eyes widened as realization came to her.

The roof was going to come down on them.

Another sound drew her then to look at the far edge of the room, towards the entrance. Police officers, with body armor and glinting metal guns were starting to approach, sights aimed on the three of them. They had no idea what they were walking into.

"Shit," she breathed out. How had they gotten back here so fast? They couldn't handle Shirley and Black Jack no matter how well equipped they were, and now they were walking into a goddamn collapsing building.

Trick didn't think. She just teleported to the first one – who apparently already had his finger on the trigger. A shot echoed through the building as a bullet tore through the flesh of Trick's left shoulder. She cried out, fire igniting all down her arm, but she didn't stop – couldn't. Adrenalin forced her on, as she grabbed him and teleported forward to the next, and the next, down the line and away from the danger. She had one, two, three… twelve of them by the time they appeared outside of the warehouse, a jumbled tangle of limbs and guns.

Trick stumbled and fell out of the mass, barely catching herself against the wall of a building. Her hand tried to catch her, but she'd forgotten about the bullet wound and instead she cried out as her hand fell uselessly, her arm unable to support her, and she fell against the wall with her shoulder. She turned so her back pressed the wall instead, and slid down to a heap on the floor. She slumped, barely managing to stay sitting against the wall instead of just collapsing wholly to the ground. Her breath was coming out in shallow puffs, her energy completely sapped by the effort it'd taken to carry so many people. Her world was spinning. Her vision was going in and out, her whole body aching as she looked up to see the roof of the building falling in on itself. In the haze of her mind she wondered if Shirley and Black Jack had gotten out in time.

She hoped they hadn't.

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Black Jack was too busy fighting Shirley to notice the roof coming down on the both of them. He heard Trick cry out and was distracted for a moment. This gave Shirley the opportunity to swing his arm and hit Jack. The young man went flying and slammed into a wall. "Nngh..." Black Jack groaned as he slid down the wall leaving a blood trail in his wake. While Trick was busy teleporting the innocent ones out of the way of danger, Jack was fighting for his life. His two stab wounds hurt like hell and his vision was blurring from loss of blood however his wounds were already beginning to heal, very slowly, but enough to make sure he wouldn't die just yet. Shirley's uninjured arm shot out and reached for Jack's neck once more. The young man rolled out of the way in the last second. Black Jack looked up when he heard an awful cracking sound and before he knew it the entire roof was coming down on him and Shirley. "Shiiiiit" And then, the entire roof came down on them both.

An eerie silence fell upon the area. Both the young man in the strange disguise and the older inhumanly giant man were gone, crushed under the rubble. There were no signs of movement.

"OH GOD, I THINK I BROKE SOMETHING." A familiar voice could be heard shouting from under the rubble. Black Jack had managed to create a curved wall made of the same cement he was lying on. He protected himself from the falling rooftop. He slid out from beneath the wall and pushed rubble off of himself. "Heh, heh. Didn't think I'd make it, did ya?" Jack grinned beneath his mask as he stood up, dusting himself off. Gracefully, he lept into the air, flipping over all the rubble and landing in front of the building. "Trick???" He spotted the girl collapsed and ran to her. "Er.. heh. What the balls am I supposed to do in this situation??" With a heavy sigh, Jack knelt down in front of the girl and looked into her amber eyes. "Hey, hey you, can ya hear me?"

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Trick was beginning to lose feeling in her body. Even the bullet wound's fire was dulling to a low warmth. Blood oozed out of it, slow weak like her heartbeat. Sound was a muffled thing, like someone was holding seashells to her ears and all she could hear was the ocean echoing in her head – screams, crashing, sirens, all blurred together. She couldn't focus her vision, black quickly closing in around the edges, and her eyes were barely open. Her breath was too shallow.

She was so tired.

Then a shadow blacked out the blurred lights in front of her.

"Hey… hear me?"

She couldn't quite place who it was that was speaking to her, but the voice was familiar. Somehow she knew the sound of it should irritate her, but she didn't have the energy for emotion. Her eyes drooped closed and she didn't know if she had the strength to open them.

"T…" She tried to speak, but what came out was just a forced sigh. She closed her mouth and tried to breathe more, mustering what little energy she had left. "Too many," she finally got out.

And then Trick, drained and hurting, finally fell unconscious.

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"Shit, shit, shit, Trick!!" He felt a strange feeling like that of caring and worry. But that was blocked out by an even more overwhelming feeling of anger he felt toward Trick for all she had done. She hated him, that much was obvious, she wanted him dead. Not only that but she wanted to steal his kill from him, HIS KILL. To think, if she had killed Shirley back there.... Shirley... Oh god he had forgotten about Shirley. Was he dead? No he couldn't be. Where was his hulking body now?? Perhaps he returned to his normal form and died. Or something of that nature. Did it matter? There were cops and others everywhere, he wasn't sure if Shirley was dead or alive, and Trick was unconscious before him in need of medical assistance. What was a simple Jack card to do?

Black Jack the first thing his impulsive brain thought of. That was to scoop Trick up and carry her over his shoulder, rather roughly. "SHE'S MINE!!" He shouted out to the cops. "YOU CAN'T HAVE HER. ROAAARRR" He felt somewhat like King Kong grabbing the girl and running away with her. Which is exactly what he did. Jack ran, ran as fast as he legs would carry him in his weakened state. "Don't worry, girly, I got you."

His only escape was through that of the rooftops or the sewers. He decided NOT to drag Trick through the wretched smelling sewer waters and to make a break for the rooftops and leap from them like a gazelle running from a freaking cheetah. Once they arrived at his place he practically kicked down the door and ran to the bedroom. "Oh god, oh god. What do??" Jack pushed all the crap off of his bed except for the sheet and the pillow. He laid Trick down and did what he needed to do.

In the back of his mind it felt wrong removing her disguise and her shirt to get to her wound. But it wasn't like he hadn't seen a naked woman before. To his surprise the wound had already began to heal, with the bullet inside. "Oh you are not going to like me for this, kid." Jack removed his mask and tossed it away to go in search of medical supplies. He pulled out a box from underneath the bed and began tearing through the box. Inside he found random things like: Socks. "No." Rubber chicken. "Uh. No." Dildo. "HELL NO." His cheeks went slightly pink as he tossed the thing away. At the bottom of the box was another smaller box with med supplies in it. PERFECT.

With ease and precision, Jack used his tools to cut into the wound and remove the bullet, quickly covering the wound and then moving to stitch it up so it wouldn't allow her to bleed out. After which he wrapped up her shoulder and any other nicks or cuts she had on her body. Then he replaced her shirt and covered her with the cleanest blanket he could find.

"Alright. rest now, ya psycho bitch." He collapsed onto the floor and laid there staring up at the ceiling. "I'll be here. Waiting for my wounds to heal... wish I healed as fast as you...."

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Lexa dreamed of quiet warmth, her family sitting together in the living room. Her parents were reading together on the couch, Papa sitting upright as he flipped through a romance novel, Maman draped sideways, her legs hanging over Papa's as she read a crime thriller. Elio was sprawled out on the floor as he played some video game. And Lexa was curled up like a cat, napping on the couch in the corner. It could've been any day of their lives, before their murders.

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She woke up in a fog, consciousness trickling back to her. She was warm. She was on something soft. Everything hurt. She ached all over, she was still exhausted and there was a sharp throbbing pane centered on her shoulder and spreading through her arm and back.

What the hell had she done to herself?

Lexa cracked an eye open, blinking in the harsh sunlight. After her eyes finally adjusted, she opened them fully. She had no idea where she was.

Shock rang through her and for a moment she was fully awake. Lexa shot up to a sitting position – only to immediately regret it. Exhaustion rammed back into her like a freight train, turning her limbs leaden and sending her head spinning. Pain ricocheted along her bones and muscles in her shoulder, blinding with its intensity. Lexa curled in on herself, eyes squeezed shut against the pain and her right hand clamped down around her hurting shoulder.

A bullet wound. She'd been shot, she recalled distantly.

"Damnit," she hissed out. It'd be healed in a day or two, but it would still hurt like a bitch until then. And she'd have one more scar she couldn't explain.

Lexa forced her eyes open, and released her white-knuckled grip on her shoulder to run a hand through her hair. Her head was still pounding. She froze when her palm came back stained black with hair dye. Looking down, she saw she was still in her dirty, bloody Trick outfit. But her mask was gone. Her heart pounded in her chest. What the hell had happened last night? Was she finally caught?

Her eyes shot up to look around for answers.


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Age: 23 (Physically) 62 (In reality)
Gender: Female
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Half-Demon

Physical Description:

Talents:
 -Using Firearms
 -Hand to hand combat
 -Stalking/Sneaking
 -Controlling fire
 -Parkour
 -Faster Healing

History:
 Claudia was born in 1953, into a prominent family of demons due to an affair between a demon woman and a human. Her family had wealth, power, and most important of all, reputation. Her birth was not wanted by the elders, seeing as her parents were both young, and the fact that Claudia was a half-demon, which were considered disgraces and looked down upon. Claudia's grandfather, Harriet Laurel, decided that Claudia and her father were to be executed. Claudia's mother didn't want this, and helped her daughter disappear, along with Claudia's father. They began a new life (on earth) in America as James Williams and his young daughter, Claudia Williams.

 Two years later, Her father was drafted into the Vietnam war at the age of twenty. Claudia was sent to live with her aunt in Virginia, and spent the next twenty years staying there, waiting for her father to return. He never did. Her family was informed of his death, and Claudia received his possessions. In a trunk was a stack of letters, mostly love letters between her mother and father. After digging through the trunk and reading the old letters, she came upon addressed to her, from her parents. The letter told her all about her heritage and why she didn't have a mother with her.Claudia had hoped to get in touch with them, but was not able to enter their world and when summoned, they rejected her because she was a 'Halfling'.

 Left with no where to go, she wandered until one she walked in on two people fighting. One pulled out a gun to shoot the other, and Claudia threw the nearest thing she could find at the man, which happened to her shoe. The man ran off not wanting to be seen, and the other, Tom, introduced himself. The two became quick friends, both having no where to go. They lived off the streets, and eventually joined a gang. The two became tangled in a web of crimes and violence, and Tom decide that they needed to learn to defend themselves. They became more active in the gang learning from the other members how to fight, and later how to kill. Claudia and Tom advanced from just people taken under their wing to some of the most able members.

 Eventually the gang was busted, and Claudia escaped with Tom. They moved to New Camden, and decided to try to lay low. It didn't work out, as they were in desperate need of money, and Claudia ended up taking jobs which weren't quite legal. She eventually got arrested for vehicular manslaughter, of all things. She was sentenced to five years in prison. When she was let out on probation, she discovered that Tom had passed away. With nothing left, Claudia became a servant for a supernatural household in the court. When Nemsemet took over, her master was killed, along with his family. Claudia was given two choices. Join his side or die. She did what she thought every sane person would have done, and chose not to die. She needed the money anyway. She now works as a servant/hitman for Nemsemet, and though she may not like it, money always comes first. And her dog.

Psychological Profile:
 Due to her history, Claudia is very pessimistic. She doesn't believe in the whole 'heart of gold' thing, and distrusts everyone around her. She doesn't like to show emotion, believing they are weaknesses. She believes that the court and the wealthy families in New Camden are all corrupt, but also thinks that Nemsemet is the same.
Claudia has two 'modes', in place of emotions. There's stoic and uncaring, and then theres angry. When taking out targets, she remains cold and collected, but her anger can be triggered easily; she is sensitive about her family, and will physically harm anyone who insults her parents. She is also angered by the social hierarchy of fullbloods and halfbloods. Although she is willing to kill in cold blood, she is not merciless. She prefers to take people out quickly and painlessly, and if you give her good reason not to do something, she'll listen to you. Although it's hard to get her to trust you, if she believes in your cause then she will remain loyal.

Possessions:
 A silver ring, which hides her identity as a supernatural creature, given to her by her mother. Two handguns, Several knives, and a sniper rifle. Has extras at her 'home', which is actually an abandoned building. A large husky she adopted off the streets. The closest thing she's ever had to a familiar.

Yes, and:
 Claudia met Karram when she was sent to court for vehicular manslaughter. He was one of the people who helped get her a shortened sentence. She has mixed feelings about him. On one hand, he shortened her punishment, on the other hand, he still sent her to prison.

Now though, they're going to meet under much different circumstances. Karram is one of the people she has been requested to kill, so thats awkward.

(I didn't really know what to do here ^, so it can be changed.)

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This was the worst mess Parry had ever seen since retiring to the human plane. And he'd seen 32 semi-potty trained toddlers on Mountain Dew not four years ago. His house was taking artillery fire from Russian missiles, a platoon of Nemsemet's goons were unloading assault rifle rounds into the walls and windows, and here he lay on the front lawn behind a dirt barricade while the motley band of supernatural misfits alternately ran for their lives or tried to fight back.

It wasn't all bad though. Between Flint's hand cannon, the Demon's pistols, and (judging by the screams out back) Tony's lycan abilities, they might just have a shot at getting out of this whole thing-

Which was when he heard the whine of the rocket, in seemingly slow motion, plunging into his apartment's bedroom window up above and exploding in a massive fireball. Bits of metal paneling, bricks and glass showered down onto everyone outside the building (including Parry) who continued to stare up at the gaping, burning hole in the building.

"My clothes..." Parry whimpered, a tear forming in his eye. "All my clothes... and my scented candles... and my iPhone collection..."

Now Parry may once have been a Celestial, a being of goodness, order, and devotion whose very existence was meant to keep the universe in line, protecting the innocent and doing no wrong. He served at the pleasure of the divine spark, being a total Tool for the forces of Light.

But that hadn't lasted through the silk boom of the 1400s. Parry was now the most self-absorbed, materialistic and hedonistic motherfucker in the whole goddamn city of Camden. He ate fashion magazines, dreamed of walking the runway, and bagged every "stud muffin" he could convince to come back to his place on a Saturday night. So when he rolled onto his knees behind Flint's crumbling earthen barricade, eyes twitching in absolute rage and starlight forming in his hands, he was nothing short of a fucking mess.

"This is for GUCCI!" He screamed, hurling a bolt at one of the gunmen across the street. The ball of gold light struck the vampire thrall square in the chest, forcing him to drop the AK in his arms as his clothes were consumed by fire.

"AND YOU, BITCH!" He screamed, backing up to the front door to the daycare. "THIS IS FOR ARMANI!" The thrall woman, hefting a rocket launcher over one arm, caught a blast straight to the face as she turned to see the source of the shrill yell. Her eyeballs melting and shirt on fire, she dropped to the ground, rolling in the concrete to put out the flames.

"MOTHERFUCKING CHANEL!" Which was right when someone, Parry wasn't sure who, grabbed him by the arm and hauled his ass back inside the building as a rocket landed not ten feet from where he'd been standing. And when he landed on his Prada diaper bag, that mad, fashion induced berzerker fury disappeared from Parry's eyes.

"Oh. That's right. I always keep all my iPhones in here." Parry reached one arm deep into the bag and pulled out a gold 5s and a silver 6 Plus. "We're good everyone! I've still got my phone collection! Tony? Tony, where'd you go?"

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Rikive was rising to her knees with her newly formed shield between her and the gun fire when another explosion rocked the building. She flinched, but kept her shield where it was as she rose up to her feet, looking toward the backdoor where the lawman had gone. Where is Parael? That question answered itself when she heard him yelling at the front of the building. "Oh no." She quickly ran to the door and watched with wide eyes as Parael laid waste to the ranks of their attackers.

She had never seen him so angry before and she had certainly never seen him use his powers in such a way. It was frightening at the same time it was awe inspiring. She snapped from her amazement when she heard another horrific shriek fill the air. She lunged forward and grabbed Parael, pulling him back inside and onto the ground. She crouched in front of him with her shield protecting them from the debris of the blast.

At his voice returning to normal she turned her head and gave him a flat look. His moods often changed so quickly and starkly, she truly wondered about the ancient beings sanity. "Out back." She informed him, pointing toward the door way. She heard wood begin to crack and she looked up with wide eyes. "MOVE!" She shouted, trying to keep at a crouch as she made to grab Parael's arm so they could quickly flee the building before it fell onto their heads.

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The patter and boom of conflict sounded through the windows. Gray's attention was slightly distracted as he drove. Several times he shifted his gaze to the source of the sound as they drove to make sure they weren't in immediate danger. They were heading downtown at Autumn's direction.

Autumn spoke over the distant gunfire. She sounded like she was trying to butter him up with basic info he knew for some big secret. Gray responded to the question. "Yeah. I know the myths." He glanced briefly at her just enough to see the hesitation in her face. "Arachne was cursed by the gods like Medusa was. Pissed them off really bad. Some perfect gods they were to lose their cool that easy." He trailed off, again looking at some movement on the side of the road.

"Is that who we're gunning for? Is Arachne behind this?" He assumed.

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He knew, that was good. It was always a little odd hearing someone else talk about her as if she was not there. It was forever ago though so there was no way they could have known that she was still around. Shaking her head slightly she couldn't help but smile at Grey's jab at the gods. Indeed they were a fickle bunch. More easily wounded by mere words than just about any other creature in existence. It was then that he asked if Arachne was their target. For a second she almost corrected him harshly but held her tongue. Looking out at the flashes in the distance she took a breath to calmed herself.

"No, Arachne is not the cause of this. Nor is she the target. I wanted to know how much you knew in case I needed to explain it to you. But I don't have to." The noise outside continued and she leaned forward so Grey wouldn't have to take his eyes further from the road. "That chaos out there may find us eventually. And when it does I want you to know who I really am, what I really am. Autumn Weltich is just an alias. That woman in the myth is me. I am Arachne." Unsure how this information would be taken she sat back and waited. There were many directions revealing who she was could go. Very few of them seemed good at the moment. It wasn't like they didn't know each other. She had assisted him several times in the past and given him work but that didn't necessarily change the fact that he hunted monsters. Up until this moment she had always maintained the guise of being human and Grey was doing work under human supervision.

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Claudia continued shooting, from the wall, steering clear of other bullets. She was outnumbered, even with the help of others. This house would be taken soon, if there was anything left by that time. It hadn't even been a week and she'd be dead because of her job. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Karram's movements, but chose to ignore him, so when the roots curled around her ankle it as a surprise. One moment she was flat against the wall, facing towards the shooters, and the next she was pulled back and caught by someone. Looking up, she realized that someone was Karram.

She allowed herself to be guided through the unfamiliar building towards the back. There were bodies in the kitchen, though it was hard to tell what they were due to their condition. So far she had suspicions of a lycanthrope or some other beast because of the carnage, some kind of celestial if the horrid smell invading her mouth and nose were any indication. She hated that smell, as well as most everything about beings from the other side of the supernatural street. Especially angels, all the ones she'd heard of and met were major snobs.

There was a large explosion, much closer than before. Too close. She growled, the sound muffled slightly by the once clean mask she was wearing. It had been pure and white, now it was dirtied by dirt and sweat. It seemed like a metaphor for life. Everyone started innocent, but in the end, every single person was guilty in some way. Claudia let out a bitter chuckle as she shook her head. Right, back to the present, as distasteful as it was. She took off her mask, shoving it back into her pocket. Might as well go with these people for now. Not like she'd be allowed back. If she did get out, she'd take the alley took get to the abandoned building she lived, grab her supplies and dog, and go from there.

"We need to move. Now." She informed the others in the room and shoving herself away from Karram. There was no point in aiding her, the wound had mostly healed except for the bullet shards still lodged in her calf. She would deal with those later, but she could walk fine now.