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Age: 31

Gender: Female

Appearance/Description: Kelly has a dark complexion, that which is accentuated by her hair when it is occasionally dyed. She has dark-brown eyes and full lips. When not at work, Kelly has a tongue piercing which she believes to be a great conversation starter.

Height: 5'4

Weight: 125 lbs

Personality: Fun, bubbly, although when it is time to work she'll be as serious as the next person in the room.

Occupation/Skills: Assistant to the Vice President's Chief of Staff. Working in the White House comes with its obvious perks, such as having first-hand knowledge on the government's day-to-day operations and having the opportunity to meet some high-ranking individuals.

Bio: Prior to her admittance into Bridgewater State Hospital, Kelly had the seemingly perfect life. She had a great job, lived in a nice condo in downtown D.C., and was a total social butterfly when she was not tied up at work. Unfortunately, her life took a turn for the worse just after her 31st birthday. Kelly had to work late one Friday evening, and after finally leaving work, she headed to her favorite bar to meet some friends. Even though they were patiently waiting, Kelly never showed. As a matter of fact, she never even made it to her car. Instead, she was taken by surprise. As she strolled across the south lawn of the White House, someone grabbed her and pulled her behind some tree. Kelly was only able to see the black leather jacket and black gloves her assailant wore as struggled against them, but after the uncomfortable sting on her neck, her vision became blurred and she found it impossible to move. She had been paralyzed.

What came next was unexpected. She heard noises behind her, those which terrified her because she couldn't even turn around to take a good look at whatever was going on. As she tried to wrap her mind around the current situation, Kelly felt some soft fur brush against her left cheek. Whoever was doing this to her had gently positioned her to face away from them, so she could not do anything even though she heard a low growl half an inch from her ear. Her worst fear then came to life when she felt the painful bite at the base of her neck. Kelly wanted to scream, she wanted to thrash her legs and arms and more importantly, she wanted to get away from the monstrous being that was causing such great harm to her. But instead, she just lay on her back, a single tear pooling on her eye before gravity pulled it down towards the soft grass.

Kelly wasn't too sure about what happened next as she lost all consciousness. When she finally woke up in a random field, all she had with her was a manila folder with clips, photos, and other types of evidence implicating her in the murder of one of her co-workers, that amongst other terrible crimes. She sat in awe as she went through the documents, and the photos of her apartment with planted evidence hit her the hardest. There was also a note instructing her to avoid contact with anyone else, informing her that the second she went to the police or to a hospital, all the evidence would be released. Whoever had framed her did a damn good job. Kelly decided she wasn't going to play by their rules. The wound at the base of her neck had been bandaged, but she knew she needed to get professional help. It took her a few days to get back to Washington D.C., but once there, she came across trouble. Apparently, whoever she was up against hadn't played by the rules either. Her face was plastered in every place imaginable; and she was wanted by the same government she worked for not too long ago. Figuring her best chance was to get out of the country, Kelly fled. She headed northeast in a vehicle she had carjacked from a poor stranger, but not before she switched license plates to avoid getting caught for as long as possible.

Some time later, near Boston, Massachusetts, Kelly was pulled over by the police after she was carelessly caught getting some lunch. She was followed for some time as the officer had to match the license plate to the vehicle, but when a positive hit came back, he knew he had the right suspect. Alone, and scared for her life, Kelly fled on foot, but she didn't last long. She was locked up, tried in court, and found guilty for the crimes she hadn't committed. Due to the nature of the evidence, a decision was made to have Kelly admitted to the hospital instead of locking her up in prison. She's been there ever since, but with each passing day, she feels her sanity slowly leaving her.

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Kelly was shaking, beads of sweat stuck to her face as she had watched Jimmy's beheading a few feet away from her. But her reaction wasn't necessarily due to Czigani's violent outburst; she herself knew that once the beast took over, it was nearly impossible to control it, but rather, it was Jimmy's look of helplessness as he was killed that got to her. Kelly stared at his headless corpse until Czigani's weak words brought her back to reality, and she reacted almost instantly to her friend's pleas.

"Fuck...okay, let's get out of here," she whispered, getting up off the ground as she wiped the perspiration off her forehead. She didn't have to stand by Czigani for long to figure out how to take her back to the house. For anybody else, the task would have been a rather hard one given the fact that any moment now the young woman would be dead weight as the tranquilizer agent took full effect, yet that wasn't the case for Kelly. She picked up Czigani and proceeded to slide underneath her torso to lift her up in a fireman's carry, an effortless move already made easy Kelly's increased physical strength. With no time to waste, she looked back at the dead man for a second then hurried back to the house as she wondered what would go through people's head if they came across this bizarre scene.

A few minutes later, both women were safe inside the farmhouse. The sun had just finished setting and Kelly had laid Czigani down on a bed in one of the empty bedrooms. The next thing she did was clothe herself. Kelly had had enough of being in the nude, and her prayers were answered when she found an outfit that fit more or less her size. She put on plain beige shorts, a black t-shirt, and a brown sweater. After she was decent, Kelly went back to check on Czigani. The poor girl was still out like a light, no sign of even the slightest hint of life aside from the rhythmic breathing indicated by the rising and falling of her bare chest underneath the thin blanket.

"Sleep tight."

Kelly left the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible in order to not disturb Czigani, regardless of the fact that she was under a strong sedative. Finding herself with nothing to do at that moment, Kelly went to the kitchen to search for something to drink.

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"They'll come for me one day, Czigani, as they've come for many of our kin throughout history."

The girl, much younger at the time, stared into her grandfather's deep-set hazel eyes with much concern in her own expression, as he recounted stories of old -myths perhaps- but stories nevertheless of things that didn't quite make sense to her early adolescent mind. She loved when he'd come to visit -much to her own parents reluctance to accept him and his unusual folk lore- but she felt a closeness with him that she didn't have with her father and mother and that tight knit kinship allow an otherwise sceptical mind to open up. However, even as the girl got older, she'd forgotten much of those stories; ancient tales that spoke more of her own future.

Her eyes suddenly sprung open, as a brief glimpse of the vicious wolf form flashed in her head, petrifying any further movement in her otherwise sore body for a few moments. "Okay, Czi...it was just a dream" She finally muttered, finding herself laid out on the cold, hardwood floor next to a bed that appeared to be in disarray with fragments of shredded fabric scattered about. The girl sat up with the partially torn sheet covering her bruised and blood-stained naked body, causing a gasp to escape her lips as she examined the mess. Her hand ran along a few of the older cuts and scratches that scarred over, and even the bullet hole on her thigh was gone, leaving only a slight blemish. Her guess? Being in werewolf form facilitated healing of her flesh, although she wondered if the bullet itself was still lodged inside. She tried to push herself up from the floor, and while she had the strength, a searing pain still resided in her leg.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes as she stood to her feet, throwing the sheet aside and limping over to a tall mirror hanging on the wall across the room.

"You're a disgusting mess…" She mumbled to herself while examining the apparent bruising and markings left by the change, her dry skin showing signs of stretching and contorting in certain areas, and a sour -yet empty- feeling was left in her stomach that made her want to throw up. Even her own stench repulsed her as she realized she hadn't bathed in what could have been days or even weeks. Czi drew closer to the mirror and, for the first time since her transformation, saw a face she didn't recognize anymore, albeit it was still her face, but it seemed to take on an altogether different feel that was unsettling and this thing inside her was wanting to take everything away.

"I guess you were right, purodad…" She whispered, referencing the Romani word for "Grandfather", before stepping away from the mirror and rummaging through one of the dresser drawers, pulling out a soft flannel long-sleeved shirt and holding it up to her nose while taking a deep breath. She could sense the hints of aftershave still embedded in the fabric, reminder her of her own father. Her eye was drawn to an old photograph partially covered by a book laying atop the dresser, and when revealed, it showed a young smiling couple sitting on a porch swing holding hands. Czi picked it up and stared at it blankly for a few moments before snorting and carelessly letting it fall to the floor. She knew simplicity like that would never be found again.

Not now. Not ever.

The woman stepped out into the darkened hallway -the wooden floorboards creaking along every footfall- and stopped, closing her eyes and listening intently. She needed to focus on the here and now, not a past that has already happened and can't be altered. Her senses wandered through the winding corridor, in and out of each adjoining room, picking up nuances throughout each until it landed on a single irregular heartbeat and raspy breathing. Instinct directed her movements toward Kelly's location, and without use of sight by choice, Czi eventually found her curled up in one of the far bedrooms, most likely asleep or at least lying with her eyes shut. The woman stood for a moment in the doorway before opening her eyes.

"We need to talk." She finally said in normal vocal range. "Soon…"

Czigani turned back out into the hallway and walked into the adjacent bathroom they were in earlier that day, tossing the flannel shirt aside, and stepping into the now chilled water in the old clawfoot tub. A gasp escaped her lips as the cold was instantly felt through her body, but at the same time, dulled the remaining pains she felt as she settled. Grabbing a washcloth that hung loosely on a small brass hook along the wall, she ran the dried soap bar along the rough texture and began scrubbing at her arms, chest, and face, eventually working her way along the rest of her body. She wanted to feel nothing, wanted the stings of loss and hopelessness to disappear into the icy liquid that surrounded her…

But it wasn't just about her anymore.

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Kelly recognized Czigani's voice in her half-asleep state. "We need to talk. Soon...", she had said, making Kelly wonder just what was so damn important. But at least Czigani was awake now. Well, both women were.

Kelly was hesitant at first, lying in bed for nearly a minute or so before she pushed the covers aside to get to her feet. She walked across the room, rubbing her face in the process as her mind started to flood with various thoughts of the events that had led up to that very moment. Kelly stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, and right away she knew where Czigani was when she saw the bathroom light flood out through the crack underneath the bathroom door.

"Czigani, you wanted to talk?" Kelly knocked lightly on the door before she let herself in. It was an invasive move, but it's not like privacy wasn't already abused by both of them.

"How are you feeling, is everything okay?"

Czigani was relaxing in the bathtub, barely moving but still acknowledging Kelly's presence. She took a seat on the same bench Czigani had used earlier, a bit anxious at this point as she wondered why the woman was taking her time with a response.


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Duchessa Brunisente Scarcella di Castrolibero

The Duchess is the one who *technically* holds the ruling title to the city. She was born into the position, where the Duke married into it.

This means that the Duchess' blood will take priority when determining lineage.

The Duchess herself is a kind woman, often referred to as benevolent. She cares for her subjects and hears all who wish to bring their issues to court. She was known to hold wilder parties than anyone else in her youth. Now, her age has caught up to her, and her knees aren't what they were.

She has some low-level magical powers relating to judgement and justly ruling.
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Duca Salicaro Scarcella di Castrolibero

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NAME Scarcella di Castrolibero

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Feri di Castroliebro

All I wanna write here is that there is a bastard!

This bastard was conceived by the Duchess after her and her husband attended an orgy.

Usually bastards hold a very weak claim to heirdom. But. The Ducal couple has only borne one legitimate heir. The line of succession would go: the heir, the Duchess' sister, the Bastard.

Nobody knows who the other parent is, and this may be a plot hook we can leverage. It's likely they were magical.
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Nicola Veseli di Castrolibero

Brunisente's personal servant. The two are very close, and grew up together. There's a bit of an unhealthy dynamic here which developed from a crossover of two things: the Countess' rank, and the Handmaid's tendency to come out of situations with a better deal than her friend. This extends from youthful courtships where the suitor would run off with the handmaid, all the way to more practical skills where the Handmaid showed much better general hand-eye co-ordination than Brunisente.

All that being said, the two are as close as if they were sisters. They love one another nonetheless.
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Lady Odette Scarcella di Castrolibero

Odette is the sister of Brunisente. She is the head of the military Office in the Ducal court, and has always loved the thrill of the fight. Low-key an adrenaline junkie. She's second in line for the Ducal throne.

She has a strong loyalty to her sister and no interest in ruling. She's a very positive personality, always chipper, and always looking on the bright side of situations. This doesn't mean she's one dimensional - she's known hardship, and she knows when a situation is sombre - she just tends on the positive side of things.

Her leadership as general is well-respected, even among her detractors. The general skill and morale of Castrolibero's soldiers has increased by huge margins since she entered office. This is in large part due to her chipper attitude rubbing off onto her underlings as she trains personally with them.

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Ambience

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Catarina walked down the spiral staircase behind the loose bookshelf in her study. Her footsteps reverberated off the stones and down the staircase, heralding her descent. She took her time with the stairs. Each footstep was allowed its own room, space to breathe, time for the echoes to decay. Time for her prisoner to digest them.

The stones in the stairwell were rough-cut and darkly coloured. A perfect fit for a secret chamber. The way was lit by a hand-held tallow candle, mounted on a little polished bronze dish. The wick had been soaked in oils to brighten the light it let off. Candles were cheaper and more efficient than an oil lamp, so Catarina saw no reason to not use one. In all fairness, it did reek like burnt animal fat, but small sacrifices must be made.

The last step always let out the quietest echoes, somewhat anti-climatically. The room at the bottom was a secret study, with books and alchemical reagents cluttering shelves, ink-stained carpets lining the floor, and arcane tapestries lining the walls. A tall, three panel mirror features against one wall, partially obscured by purple velvet curtains. Keen eyes would spot that this mirror reflects nothing. Instead, it showed smokey white swirls which shift and change when one isn't looking at them.

A writing desk occupied the opposing wall and a lectern stared over a large, circular portion of stone flooring. The lectern had shelves built into its column, which were filled with candlesticks and bowls.

Catarina stepped into the chamber and turned to her left.

There sat her long-time vexer. A subject of fascination and frustration, finally within her grasp. The rival, Aïtana Du'Vall, had been seated in and tied to a chair. The chair was made of a rich wood which matched the writing desk, and was well-cushioned. The ropes were thick cord, and tied well.

"Are you... comfortable?" she asked in her low, slow drawl. "I am terribly sorry about this situation. But then again, it would have been different if you knew where that nose of yours isn't welcome."

She turns and paces around the room, tending to the candles. "So. We both know I can't keep you here forever. Start talking. How - and why for that matter - did you come to be snooping through my shit?" A crack pierced the air as she slammed her hand against a nearby bookshelf, staring over into Aïtana's eyes, fury tearing at her eyes.

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"Hehehehe...hahahah!" The woman was laughing as she saw the child run around her. But she was just a child herself. Not more than fourteen years. The kid was making her dizzy. He was running round and round and round as she spun her body to keep her focus on him, pretending to throw her claws out at him, growling and hissing. "Aïtana! Aïtana!", the boy yelled her way as his body jerked away from her dangerous claws. "Aïtana!!" Suddenly his voice changed. She sounded angry now. The meadow was gone, they stood in a small wooden room. A kitchen. The stove was on. The water was boiling over. "Aïtana!", the same scream came at her again. The boy's amber eyes glared at her with malicious intent, with hatred and anger deeper than his 9-year-old soul should have been able to carry. "ARGHHH!", he screamed. A high-pitched ringing hit her ear, at the same time something burning hot sliced over her face. She screamed. She could hear herself scream. "Aïtana! Aïtana!" The boy was crying now. He sat beside her on the floor and shook her arm with his two small hands. Big tears were running down his face. "I didn't mean it. Aïtana!" The boy blurred before her eyes.

"Nikolai...", soft lips whispered from a clouded mind. "It's okay. I know. Nikolai...." Aïtana's eyes opened to a blurred intake of colors she couldn't place. Everything seemed gray... Her head felt heavy. She tried to pull her hand to her forehead but it was stuck. Aïtana let her head drop for a moment, her eyes closed. She felt sick to her stomach.

When she reopened her eyes and forced her brain to process her surroundings, the blur slowly lifted. She didn't recognize where she was. It was some kind of dark cold room. The walls were made up of gray stone. She saw bookshelves. A single entrance, the door closed.

She pulled on her arm again and this time it dawned on her that she wasn't simply stuck. She was tied up. Her mind began to understand that something had happened. Asess the situation, her logic commanded. She was tied up on her hands, her ankles and for good measure around her midsection. She could see. Her mouth was free, she could use her verbal magic. The stool she was positioned in seemed to be of simple wood. It stood close enough to the entrance. The door seemed to be made up of normal wood, it looked thick but at least it wasn't metal. She quickly took notice that she had no further belongings but her clothes on her body. Her eyes darted around the room. Books... so many books. A strange big stone circle stood on the opposite side of the room, opposite from the only exit she could make out. A desk. A cabinet. She would need to get out of the chair. The cabinet might hold something sharp enough to cut through the robes that tied her up. The desk might offer a letter opener. Not exactly a weapon but worth a try.

Aïtana took a breath. Her head still felt heavy. She didn't exactly have a headache. It felt more like the aftermath of a painful night. She was exhausted. Her body desperately needed fluid. Her mouth felt dry. How long have I been out for? It was impossible to say what time of day it was as the room proved to offer no windows. Underground, was her first explanation.

Aïtana almost yelped as the door flung open. Her eyes grew wide for just a second. Then her face was stone. She hoped the woman hadn't noticed. She thought she didn't. Before stood Catarina Loveti de Monte Scifo. The memory of sharp, unbearable pain all over her body resurfaced. The traitor began to talk to her. Aïtana would have loved nothing more than to knock her unconscious and throw her into the darkest cell they could find to leave her there to rot. Her suspicions had been proven right. If not before, then now beyond any doubt. Her captor began to light up the rooms with candles.

A loud crack almost made Aïtana jump. But she had felt the show of power, the attempt to scare her coming. Her heart might have jumped but her body had not flinched. She wanted her to talk? Aïtana gathered some strength and spit right in front of Catarina. Her eyes darted back into those furious orbs.

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Catarina's anger dripped away from her face, almost becoming kind when Aïtana stared back. But she never broke her gaze. Never stopped analyzing and studying. The other woman's face was cold and inexpressive, but things were never that simple. In the same position, Catarina would hide her own emotions. She would be a fool to assume Aïtana wouldn't. The spitting told her everything she needed to know. Disdain, frustration, defiance, and hatred. Meeting this with more hate could never help.

Cata was the one to break the gaze when she paced over to the cabinet in the far corner. She placed the candle on a small raised slab and opened the cabinet door. Strange glass and marble apparatus filled the shelves, placed in tidy and organised rows. Rags were folded and stacked on the bottom shelf. Catarina lifted one from the stack. She walked over to where the spit had soiled her carpet, and crouched down to clean it.

"This was expensive, you know," she said. "I wouldn't do that again if I were you."

She stood and began toying with the rag before leaning against a nearby shelf, eyes looking her captive up and down. Her nails tapped on the spine of a wood-bound book. "Aïtana, darling, look. To be frank, I don't like imprisoning people. It's disgusting, honestly. I don't want to have you as my prisoner any more than you want to be my prisoner..." she trailed off. The tapping stopped. "So believe me when I say that I only want to know how you came to be here so I can avoid having to do this to others. It's just damage control, see?"

Cata closed her eyes for a few seconds and let out a long, defeated sigh. She slid the wooden book off the shelf and clutched it against her. Iron clasps held it shut, and strange shapes were burned into the back cover. "I suppose if today is to be a day for honesty between us, then I should take the lead... I do admire you. You have strong morals, which I would genuinely love to hear about some time." Her eyes found Aïtana's as she lowered herself to the floor to sit down. They were playful and full of interest. "Maybe after I've got you situated in a more appropriate cell. It's being outfitted to hold a guest of your esteem at the moment. It should be ready by tomorrow. But, I digress. You must have left traces, and so many people are wont to follow such clues. If they do, then they'll just wind up here, like you. You don't really want to get anyone else captured, do you?"


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Age: 23 (Appears younger.)

Gender: Male

Race: Sanithian - Hailing from the planet Sanith, this race of humanoids is signified by their abnormally short stature, usually averaging no taller than 5 feet. Furthermore, most (if not all) Sanithians are born with hair colours ranging from red to pink, and on rare occasions pure white. They are known for being excessive introverts, rarely socialising with anyone outside of their own race. The few Sanithians that do branch out to the other races are some of the most loyal and steadfast allies anyone can obtain, birthing the common saying, "He/she has Sanithian loyalty."

Specialty: Pilot

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Additional: A timid yet capable member of the squad, Aura has served Team Nova as it's designated pilot for some time, barrel rolling them out of the stickiest situations and the craziest of conundrums. Has occasional, but rare, bursts of outgoingness, and is one of the most loyal members of the group. Gets pouty and mad when people mistake him as a girl, which (unfortunately for him) happens a lot.

[User] Hero had just finished wrapping a crewmate's burn received from working on the reactor. "You need to be careful around that reactor. You were lucky this time." He sent the crewman off and cleaned up the supplies he had pulled out. Not much had happened on the ship. It was quiet for a long time. It seemed the universe was at peace. Hero didn't know what else to do. His med bay was spotless, everything was re-organized, and the most trouble he had to deal with were minor burns and cuts. Life didn't seem to be too exciting at the moment. That was, until the captain of the ship called everyone to the bridge. Saying that we had an emergency response job and he needed to debrief all his head staff. Hero smiled, finally, there was something about to happen, and he would be on the front lines to see it. He walked to the bridge in a comely fashion, expertly hiding his emotions as he went. He wondered what it was going to be, but no matter. He would go. Once at the bridge he saluted the captain and told him that he was ready for duty.

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"Beep!"Beep!"Beep!" "All crew members please report to the bridge." Adrian panicked and banged his head on the table he was hiding over. Wow some master of stealth. Everything has been so peaceful on the ship recently and when it's peaceful it's boring. So being the generous person Adrian was he decided he'd steal some extra food from the cafeteria every day and give them a detective case to have fun with. Sadly this only satisfied his boredom for a little bit. There was nothing worth enough to actually steal and get a rush. The only reason he hasn't gone crazy is that he hasn't had to delve into the demon world recently to sneak into somewhere so he's actually gotten to get to know his own team for once without being in extreme pain. He's also had a lot of time to practice with his shadow blades and now he can summon them almost instantly.

"Come on a boy's got to have a little fun." Adrian pleaded to the guard that looked like someone just ate the last cookie. Probably because the last cookie is stashed away in Adrian's room. "I mean it's probably a good thing I stole some food so know you can loose some of that weight." He said while poking the guards belly. The guard was setting his plasma gun to stun, his face as red as a tomato. Then "Beep!"Beep!""Beep!""I said ALL crew members get on the bridge NOW!!!" "Saved by the bell or alarm I guess." Adrian said to the guard, that Adrian didn't think spoke English, judging by the lack of responses.

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Spinning slowly in his incredibly comfortable pilot chair, Aura lay back as he watched the bridge spin around him. Closing his eyes, he silently prayed for a chance to take the ship off of auto-pilot, before slowing his spins to a halt to stare out the cockpit at the dark, empty void of space. "Blegh," he grunted under his breath; whereas others would sometimes be scared, or driven insane, by the vastness of the void, Aura simply felt disgust and boredom. It's never good for a pilot to be bored; that's when crazy stunts happen. Come to mention it though, Aura wouldn't mind a bit of crazy to replace the current dismal mood.

Fortunately for the rest of the crew (who probably weren't wearing seat belts), Aura's prayers were answered as the captain entered the cockpit, explaining that he would be calling everyone in for a debriefing, and something about an emergency response job. Though Aura was calm and silent, simply nodding and activating the captain's intercom, his thoughts were screaming and cheering with joy. No random barrel rolls today! Giving the control panel in front of him one last look over, checking that all the lights that should be on were on, the meters that should be working were working, he signaled the captain that all was good as he relayed his message over the intercom.

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The captain stood on the bridge waiting for his elite members to rally. After an acceptable amount of time had passed the captain looked upon the present members. 3. "There are only 3 members here!?" The captain rubbed his brow and sighed. Standing before him was his medic, Hero. His pilot, Aura, and his infiltrator Adrian. Though, this current line up wouldn't be bad considering the message he had received. "Alright men. We recently received an emergency communication from a military group a few sectors from here. Turns out that they received a distress signal from a colonizing planet and are trying to find someone to rescue them. They can't go because there commander insists that his mission is far more important and can't spare the crew. He was however, willing to pay us a decent sum of money to see if we could do anything." He looked at his little group in front of him. They all looked so excited, he guessed that they would go even if they didn't get payed. The captain kept this in mind as he played the distress signal.

"Hello?.. an..on..there?..S.S we need immedia...evac...help us plea... (Indistinct screaming in the background)"

 As you can see, you will be flying in blind if you so choose to accept this mission. If you do accept, then take the "Mighty Light" (a small fast ship equipped with photon beams and a generous docking bay) We will wait around orbit in case you need to evacuate. With that, he dismissed the motley crew and ordered Aura to take them to the corresponding sector.

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Aura had dutifully got out of his seat to join the others, leaving the ship on auto-pilot for the time being while he listened to the captain. Standing beside his fellow crew-members, he listened intently to the distress signal as it played through the speakers. Difficult to pick out a lot of information, he thought to himself, his mind trailing as he tried to piece together what was going on. It's clear they're in a tight spot; after all, something had to have blocked out most of that message.

He was brought back to reality all of a sudden when he heard the captain mention the Mighty Light. Aura had always had a good time with that small ship. Oh, the manoeuvres I'll pull off with that bad boy. After having been dismissed, he nodded his head to the others before they left, and then quickly returned to the helm, leaping back into his chair taking the ship out of auto-pilot. Hearing the captain's order, Aura designated the sector in question, prepping the ship's drive core and readying it for lightspeed, following a resounding "Aye-aye captain!".

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Giza was surrounded by machinery and the so called operators who were supposed to work them. They kept buzzing around telling her not to touch the vital power source or don't mess with the engines and recently they came up with some bull about the captain needing her. That last part ticked her off, "We're in empty space and about to jump, don't make up stuff about distress calls!" She snapped at them and was about to upgrade their fuel lines when a higher up stepped in and gave her a look. "Heh looks like you weren't lying at all and I'm in trouble now..."

Giza scrambled into the main bridge looking the part of a mechanic, grease smudges and oil stains all over and a smell that was fairly unappealing. "So distress signal, thats real huh? I assumed that the guys just wanted me out of the left engine room.... They don't like how I keep upgrading things." She chattered nervously until she realized that she was either being ignored or stared at by everyone in the room.
"I think I missed something?"

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Boarding Mighty Light and Preparations

 After the captain had dismissed everyone from the briefing Hero left for his Med-Bay. He would need to stock up on all the usually essentials seeing that there were probably going to be a lot of casualties when they got there. He was so busy preparing that he almost didn't notice the ship go warp speed. "Let's see. Medical Tape, check. Extra casings of pain killer, check. Torch and bone saw operational, check." Hero had to make sure that his whole kit checked out before every mission. He couldn't afford for there to be malfunctions with his mechanical parts. He remembered that day so clearly.

 His parents and family were dead, killed in the initial invasion, all he had left was his father's med bag and a first aid kit inside. With that in hand, Hero stood there in a shattered building looking on the warzone before him. A group of people were desperately trying to hold their ground against an oncoming invasion of aliens. They were successful, but one of the members had suffered substantial injuries that would have been fatal. Hero, knowing the danger that man was in, stupidly ran across the short expanse nearly getting shot. When he arrived, everyone in the group was confused. There before them, was a teenage boy with a med bag in hand. One of the members, thinking that he brought the bag reached for it. He was even more surprised when Hero stopped him from grabbing the bag and opened it himself. He examined the injured man's body, multiple bullet wounds were in his shoulder, which weren't fatal. What he was most afraid of was the large amount of shrapnel that peppered his body. Hero took out some sterilized gloves and began to operate. The man was obviously in pain, and the crew stared at Hero dumbfounded as they watched this teenage boy expertly save their captain.

 Hero smiled, then rubbed his robotic arm. His life had changed in more ways than one that day.

 Finally finished with his check log Hero left the med-bay and made his way to the cargo bay where they stored the Mighty Light. Hero wasn't a fan of flying, but he did enjoy space travel. He was pretty happy about the mission, what bothered him the most was the pilot, Aura. He shuddered knowing what was in store for him. Hero had gotten much better at not throwing up during the random barrel rolls and flips Aura would pull off, but it still made his stomach churn. He made it to the docking bay only to see that the pilot was already going through his mandatory flight check list inside the ship. Hero boarded the ship, said Hi to Aura, then sat down in one of the designated chairs. Once seated, he gave himself a weak sedative to help him survive the inevitable flight down to the planet. Once that was over he sat back and began to relax. Waiting for the other members to show up. He hoped Giza would sit next to him. Hero was very grateful that Giza had built this special arm for him. He also thought her attractive, but he would never admit it. What really grabbed his attention were Giza's eyes. He was very curious why the way they were, but he never bothered to ask her why. It was a mystery to him, and something about it being a mystery is what intrigued him.

[Assistant]
The thrill of warp travel always got Aura exceptionally pumped for any mission, no matter how dire; as the ship eventually slowed to signal it's arrival at it's destination, Aura could feel his blood surging through his body. This is going to be fun! Once he had set the ship back into auto-pilot, patting and consoling the dashboard a few times while muttering, "I'll be back soon, you gorgeous piece of machinery," he hefted up a small bag of supplies from under the main console (he always kept one ready at his desk in case of emergency) and set course for the cargo bay.

Marvelling at the perfection that was the Mighty Light for a few moments, he quickly shook himself out of his reverie before hurriedly rushing inside, chucking his bag into his designated locker. Once that was done, he got to work on his mandatory flight check list, zipping around the ship hurriedly so that he could get a hold of the controls as soon as possible. Focused on his work, he almost forgot to say hello in response to Hero as he walked past, evidently heading towards his seat. Is it just me, or did he look queasy? Probably just had a bad lunch. Or none at all.

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Adrian awkwardly walked around his room wishing he had a list to check off. He scanned his room and in his head he thought "clothes, check... the end." He had payed the Mighty Light a visit earlier only to discover it was completely empty. So he went back to his room and then did, well absolutely nothing. Until he fell asleep.

"Aww what time is it?" Adrian sleepily asked. He glanced at his clock and assuming it would be early, immediately turned to go back to bed. But wait did he see that right? "I'm late!" Adrian screamed as he popped out of bed. He sprinted over to the docking bay only and almost fell into the Mighty Light only to discover an already sick looking Hero and an excited Aura just sitting there. "Well I guess I'm not gonna get the worm, but since when was I an early bird." Adrian mentioned trying to pretend he wasn't out of breath.

[Assistant]
After everyone had gotten themselves seated inside the ship, Aura made the last few checks of the engines and thrusters before setting aside his clipboard and shifting himself up into the pilot seat, spreading his hands out across the dashboard. "Buckle up, everybody," he called back, before inputting the co-ordinates for the planet of Gameia, within the Corath sector... At least, that's what the captain had told him anyway. I cannot be blamed for getting lost. Not entirely anyway.

Engaging the thrusters and activating the drive sequence, Aura turned his chair around to check that all the passengers were ready, giving them two thumbs up before spinning back around. When the warp drive had heated up and was revved to go, he began pressing the various buttons, sealing the doors closed and slowly lifting the Mighty Light off the ground. With one push of the throttle, he flew the ship straight out the hangar doors, aligning towards the chosen destination before engaging warp speed, feeling the ship surge forward with incredible velocity.


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Fatima

"Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet. If you have met one, hold on to her, she'll allow you into her chaos but she'll also show you her magic."
― Nikki Rowe

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Character Summary:
Aliases:
None
Age:
316
Birthday:
June 21st
Race/Species:
Hyllian (But pretends to be Dhemlan)
Gender:
Female
Birhtplace:
Eldan
Jewel Color:
Birthright - Sapphire
Offering - Grey
Class/Caste:
Healer Queen
Languages:
Dhemlan, Common, and Hyllian.
Occupation:
Queen

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Appearance
Height:
4'10"
Weight:
120lbs
Body Type:
Curvaceous
Eye Color:
Pale Gold (nearly the silver of white gold)
Hair Color:
Black, wavy
Skin Tone:
Bronzed

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Character psychology
Sexuality:
Heteroflexible
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:

She behaves in an airheaded and foolish way. Rather enjoying tea parties or galas. She appears to be easily manipulated or controlled by her Court and others around her. She smiles often and giggles too much. Good, kind, and benevolent. Her knowledge of the world seems rather closed and her trust in people naive.

But, behind the mask of stupidity hides a happy, bubbly, and vivacious woman. In her heart she is wild. She would much rather be riding horses and running barefoot through grass fields than spend another day doing needlepoint and watching theatre. She loves to feel the wind in her hair and the dirt between her toes. Dancing around a fire, drinking, and carnal delights are her preferred form of celebration. Climbing trees and getting dirty are second nature to her, but this has been stuffed down and tied tightly into a corset. She is a woman who believes in violence and sacrifice if it is for the right cause. Death is just as an important part of the cycle as life. She loves a good joke.

She doesn't have any qualms or misgivings towards any other living being, except perhaps Dorothea and her pets. However, if she is crossed or someone she cares about is hurt she will hunt down the offender and flay them, heal them, and then flay them some more. (By no means is she a squeamish woman.) She cares not what would happen to her own person as long as vengeance is had. She is also willing to sacrifice for the sake of her goals. The loss of one is nothing to the loss of many. That being said, she is compassionate and understanding. Her hatred is hard earned and she will always attempt to put herself in the other's shoes. There are actions those take in order to keep those they love happy and healthy. It is just as important to understand that their actions do come with a consequence.

Habits:
* Sneaking off to do something fun for a change
* Waking early and sleeping late
* Stopping to pet adorable animals

Hobbies:
* Mushroom hunting
* Potion making
* Herb collecting
* Horseback riding
* Soap and Candlemaking
* Dancing (in the rain or around the fire sort, though she can do proper fancy dancing.)
* Falconry

Fears:
* Death of a loved one
* Loneliness
* Loss of her jewels
* Centipedes

Likes:
* Being outdoors
* Thunderstorms or sunny days
* Carnal, earthly pleasures
* Getting dirty
* Howling at the moon
* Bathing in rivers

Dislikes:
* Stiff, thick clothes
* Skirts
* Shoes
* Clothing in general really
* Cabbage
* Sweet foods
* Curmudgeons

Skills
General Skills:
* Herbology
* Horseback riding
* Bandaging and suture (knowing traditional ways of healing are important)
* Creating salves and potions
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* None

Magical Skills:
* Healing

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Histoy
Background:
She was born to the court and to a family that aligned themselves with Dorothea. She was the daughter of a Queen and herself a Queen. She was doted on and spoiled as a babe. As she grew older she showed strong promise in her abilities but was wild by nature. It took many punishments to finally groom the girl into being able to sit still long enough to read a book. Once she discovered the magic of the written word she was insatiable. At her birthright, she received the sapphire jewel. She was in love with it, cherished it, and would often stare into the blue depths. She studied healing both through the jewel and more traditional versions of healing, believing a place should be had for both. She also soaked up information regarding the ruling and caring for her territory. She studied economics, agriculture, and diplomacy. She wished to do right by her people.

Seeing her daughter's power, her Queen mother hid her away - often sending her to nicer areas of the realm. Fatima was never allowed to develop her own court. For the first time, her mother actually feared Dorothea and what she might do to her daughter. But, Fatima being the wild thing she was, would often go off and play with the other children. And as she got older, began to see the hardships her people were put through. And her heart was saddened.

At her offering, it was the Grey jewel that chose her. Her mother felt more desperate to hide her, using members of her own court to keep her safe. She was made to wear her Sapphire for the sake of her safety and to always keep her Grey hidden. No longer was her guard lax enough that she was able to slip away - though she tried. She was truly awakened one day when a small, dirty street urchin was run over by her carriage but no one seemed to care or give a second thought to it. The lack of appreciation for life outraged her. And she disappeared from the realm to go among the people of her territory and to pay back the life of the child that was killed. Though Fatima was small, she worked fields and sewed clothes. She learned to cook during these adventures and lived as the people. She came to truly understand their hardships and the lack of love the reigning class had for this realm and its people.

Fatima was eventually found by her family after about 50 years (at about age 205) and returned to her home. She vowed that she would do all in her power to make things right and change this realm for the better. The time for decadence was over. She had to focus and forget her wild ways if she wanted to help her people. Her mother's death has left her in a position to gain the sort of power she requires as the Queen of her village. Now she must navigate the nuances of the court and attempt to rise in power.

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Additional Information
Other:

Theme Song:

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Vaclav Domonkos  & Artemis Fleur

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi:

Vaclav tensed further when another warlord prince showed up at the doorstep, warblade in one hand. Despite the Eyrien not showing any hostilities towards Artemis or him, Vaclav did not enjoy being outnumbered in case anything were to happen. "Out pleasure," he responded. "I'm glad she could come home safely." He silently worndered who this Faeril was as the prince talked to the woman who opened the door for him. Was she the keeper of the house- the true black widow who was rumored to reside here?

So who was the person who opened the door? Vaclav assessed Fatima further, eyes glazing at her without trying to stare. He felt a strange pull to her, telling him to accept her offer of breakfast. However, despite his curiosity, Vaclav needed to move along so he could get Artemis safe. He didn't mind doing a favor, but they already had wasted the morning away. "Thank you for the offer-"

As he was ready to excuse himself, Artemis cut him off. "We would love to join for coffee and dinner." She could tell that Vaclav wanted to leave and go off to wherever was safe, but she didn't think that a quick break would do them any harm. The woman who greeted them at the door seemed friendly enough. She was also sure that despite how intimidating the two warlord princes looked, they would did not mean any harm. She also felt it rude for them to turn down an offer.

Vaclav met her eyes as she cut him off, surprise. Artemis smile back at him and simply shook his head. Even though they didn't have any verbal conversation, the two knew each other well enough to understand what each did not want to say in front of strangers. Vaclav's raised eyebrow inquired Artemis about her decision while her head shake told him that she felt that there was no detriment to them staying for a bit. When his eyes narrowed with reluctance, Artemis grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door.

This led to Vaclav rolling his eyes, acquiescing to his friend's decision. He didn't want to argue with Artemis and would seem rude when she already agreed to breakfast so he followed her as the two were led into the kitchen, sitting down next to her.

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Blood's Jewels
"Terreille in Trouble"

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The two Eyriens had escorted their mother into the dinning room to make sure the woman was eating well. Belor vanishing his war blade as he tucked his wings tightly to his frame lest he accidently bump something off the table. While that wasn't likely, the Warlord Prince didn't want their resident Healer and Black Widow going for his throat. They had been friends since Fae had turned up dragged along by a joyous Gen who proclaimed her his. Nevermind that even back when they were young that Gen showed more interest in boys than girls. She was his and she had agreed that he was hers. A slight smirk graced Belor's lips as he remembered their protests and their mother's insistence that, as they had claimed her, Fae did have a say in things now too. Their families had grown close and when the Old Queen and Fae's Black Widow aunt died, the brothers had risen to the killing edge to help their friend and family met out the proper punishment.

So when a stranger appeared within the eryie looking like a predator despite the fact he was merely a Prince, Denar and Belor's attention shifted from doting over their mother to the strange male. Both were a step away from the killing edge even though they wore lighter jewels than most in the room. That was what held them back from drawing blades as they glanced to Fatima, waiting her decision. Belor shifting his form to cover the exit out of the kitchen and Denar moving to flank their mother and future Queen. Though they didn't feel the pull that Faeril's Mother had discribed to them back when they had been learning Protocol, they didn't exactly care. If this Queen had Faeril's support then she had theirs.

"You speak familiarly with the Queen." Belor rumbled deeply with narrowing eyes, as he flexed his hand as if testing to see if he could grip that massive blade he had again. "What do you mean 'bed used for the session'?" Denar demanded sharply as he bristled as well. "Lady, I find it hard to believe that Healer Faeril Ashkevron would be so exhausted." Belor nodded his head slowly.

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Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

The mood of the room was palpable. She could feel things turning more and more sour. Breakfast served and the men in a state of disarray. Without their master and commander, so to speak, everyone was dancing on the edge of a knife. Things finally came to a crossroads when Mikhail re-appeared. He had a warm smile for her. His face becoming something nearly handsome but then the sight of the others brought him back to the ice he held around his heart.

His words sent the energies around her into a chaotic swirl. She set aside the cast iron skillet which had the half-done makings of a pancake within it. It would burn but at this moment it was not her concern. She was a Queen. Not a practiced one to be sure, but she was one. Her grey slowly seeped from her, pushing down and quelling others as she prepared to speak. Her psychic energy created a cloud of calm about her. She did not turn from the stove. Instead, she busied herself with ensuring that the breakfast would not go to waste. Placing a cover over Faeril's plate, finishing up final cups of coffee, and turning off units of flame.

The room was quieted, only the ring of the boy's speaking their piece pierced her cloud. Finally, Fatima turned from the stove and looked over all the people in the room. Her green eyes searching faces as the silence lingered much too long. "He is mine and he will speak to me as he likes until I say it is wrong," she began. Her words were firm, her chin tilted upward as she surveyed the kingdom of kitchen.

"And do you not think our dear benefactor would be tired? How many has she healed?" Her moss hues studied each of the boys. "When was the last time she has worked this hard?" Each Eryien, protectors of the Black Widow, were shockingly naive at the way consumption of power could drain a woman.  "I had hoped she might ask for help, but it seems our lovely lady of the house has deigned to drain herself." A wry smile came to her lips as she looked over the Eryien men who had made themselves Faeril's protectors.  "How very like a lady. She has things to curse at me about, as you know. However, it is high time someone gave her a stopping point too."

Fatima moved from the stove and gently placed her had on Mikhail's arm.  "Lead me to her, please." A small, nervous smile and then she looked back at the men who teetered on the edge. Her features held her determination to not let this situation become a bloodbath. "Belor, would you come with me? I believe you are more practiced at dealing with how she will spit and hiss." Playfulness edged her tone, but she wished Lucivar was there. Having his power to back her own would make her feel even a little bit more confident.

She left the room with Belor in tow and Mikhail leading the way to the room of secrets. How she would have liked to dig and snoop into the Black Widow's cabinets. Unfortunately, there would be no time. There, on the bed, as promised, was the sleeping form of Faeril. Fatima, ignoring the men at this point, pulled a stool close to the bed and sat down next to it. Whether they entered or not was of no concern to her. Now she would focus on her patient. The Healer Queen gently smoothed back the hair from Faeril's face. Her first step was to reach in and feel what ached. She had dwindled herself down, in Fatima's opinion, quite dangerously.

Fatima sighed and looked up toward the ceiling, closing her eyes. Her breaths were slow and steady. In. Out. In. Out. She prepared herself before placing her hands at Faeril's stomach. Her first job was to relieve these tired muscles of aches and pains. Her fingers phased into the woman and processed the emptiness of her stomach and the tiredness of muscles. It would take time as the young healer began the process of helping an overly worn body relax.


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Nickname: Yuu, Dollmaker, Puppeteer
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Guild: Harpy
Rank: Mage
Personality: To sum up Yuuyami in three words: Stubborn, sane, and vulnerable.

Can be said to be a more sane person outside of her work, quite often looking at the antics of others with amusement, but withholding from joining in the mess. Of course, if someone intentionally drags her into the mess, that would be a different story.

Whenever making a decision, if she chooses one way and someone chooses another, Yuuyami will not change her mind, even when knowing her decision was the worse of the two choices.

Her views when it comes to medical attention also pulls from this stubbornness, but possibly in a good way. It does not matter if the patient is her rival or friend. As long as they aren't directly hostile, she will treat them without discrimination.

However, all this completely changes the moment someone touches her tail. It's enough to prevent her from even thinking straight. Continuous touches basically makes her putty in their hands, accepting whatever they declare.
History: Though Yuuyami doesn't exactly care to remember too much of her history anymore, she does remember certain important events that have occurred throughout her life. Eve since learning that she was capable of casting Living magic, she has always been fascinated by the thought of creating a living person. at first this started with creation of wooden and sometimes metal puppets, before being moved with string. This was a practice to become accustom to dealing with joints and angle of movement.

Afterwards, she had started attempting to build a puppet without the need to utilize strings. While she technically did create an self-moving doll, it wasn't exactly what she wanted. It didn't exactly have the characteristics of a living being. However, her research and work were deemed as some sort of blasphemy, and her family ended up taking the brunt of the hunt.Her parents were killed, and her sister would have been too, if Yuuyami hadn't used her magic on her sister's own body. The heart might have been dead, but the brain had not ceased to function. After running to a different city, Yuuyami had continued to research, albeit cautiously.

If was here that she had met with Shinrei, who had picked up the trails from the previous city, and found Yuuyami. Instead of turning her in, the woman promised to keep quiet on one condition. Attempt to recreate the event with 'reviving' her sister. Luckily, it had worked, and Yuuyami now included the woman in her 'collection'.

It is not exactly known what happened afterwards, but Yuuyami had accidentally 'revived' Kurenai'. Although Shinrei seems to know what happened, and why it happened, however she hasn't said told anyone how Kurenai happened to be there.
Magic: Living Magic and Requip
By utilizing Living Magic, Yuuyami is capable of creating puppets. This, combined with Requip, allows her to bring in any puppets she has prepared, along with the Coiled Cables. By combining the used of the strings along with the puppets, Yuuyi can generally set up a hard to breach defensive position. However, if one cuts the strings between Yuuyami and her puppets, it effectively stops the puppet(s) from moving. Even just severing half of the strings causes the puppet to be unable to move correctly/at all. The only except to this is the Ouka Set.

However, don't think that without her puppets, Yuuyami is useless. With the strings, she can set up a dangerous trap, with the thin wires laid out carefully to cut anyone who unknowingly walks into them. At other times it can be multiple wires coiled together, then wrapped underneath around Yuuyami's body, acting as armor. The possibilities may be endless. Except weaponry. You can't exactly form swords out of piano wires.

Unfortunately, she can't exactly hurt someone by hitting them. The strength of her physical strikes can be laughed at.
Other:
-It is current being debated whether Shinrei is older than Suki. Real age VS Creation date.
-The Seraphs have no hands. Don't ask for hugs :3
-Creation of the Ouka Set is extremely odd. One is due to the inability to let go, another a complete accident, and yet another is someone else pushing their luck.
-Her goal isn't necromancy. It's the creation of a completely new person. She only counts the Ouka Set as 'success', since they retain their freedom.
-It's rumored that Komakai is made from ---------- parts, and the parts are from different ------ here and there :3
Coiled Cables, a set of rings that have a coil inside them. Allows the user to utilize the strings without accidentally cutting their own fingers.
Nyano, a rather odd item. It is actually a biological tail that is attached to Yuuyami, due to an experiment on the nerves within the body. The tail has a high amount of nerve endings, and is extremely sensitive to touch, hence the reason why she doesn't attempt to remove it.

Suki Enkou, a puppet that looks to be at the age of a young teenager, and also the biological sister of Yuuyami. She still retains her personality, habits, and her Fire magic from her life. Soft spoken and extremely shy, especially around anyone taller than her. Just glaring at her may cause her to hide behind her sister's back. However, you can somewhat lure her out using sweets or juice. Nicknamed 'Rose of the Flames'.

Shinrei Kisaki, a rather eccentric individual, she had volunteered herself to become Yuuyami's puppet, despite the latter's objections and warnings. The same method that had been used on Suki was also successful on Shinrei, with her retaining all of her memories and abilities. She is capable of Shadow Magic, although it is rarely ever seen. Her eccentric behavior, along with her untold past has definitely mystified just about all those who have interacted with Shinrei. Asking her a question can earn you a philosophical answer that creates even more questions. Currently titled 'Orchid of the Darkness', although during her lifetime she was known as 'Ethereal Queen'.

Kurenai Ushio was a complete accident, plain and simple. Yuuyami had casted Living Magic on Kurenai, a recently dead person. The former had casted it as an experiment on a hand sized doll on hand, and mistakenly hit the latter. Unfortunately, Kureni seems to have suffered amnesia, only remembering her name, and her sword skills. An extremely serious and hard worker, she acts as the motivator, trying to keep others from becoming too lax in their actions. Currently titled 'Lily of the Wind', after her skill with the sword.

Komakai Ryuuseigun, the final puppet out of the Ouka trio, and also the youngest. Can be counted as Yuuyami's most successful puppet, as she wasn't created from a very recently deceased person. Not exactly. Though the details are kept behind closed mouths, it is somewhat disclosed that Komakai is technically also unfinished. She doesn't have a sense of taste. She also seems to have a rather basic personality, generally staring off into space unless talked too, having no desires nor dislikes of her own. It has been hinted that the puppet is learning, and starting to develop mentally. She also can't fight, and doesn't have a nickname.

Squishy, a rather odd puppet. It is unknown what material they are made out off, but they do seem to hop and roll around without a problem. Named for the sound that they make when they find something, one has to point them in the general direction you want to search, and let go. They will roll forward, bounce over any obstacle, drop down any depth, until either they hit a wall, find a labelled object/person, or die. That's when they will explode. Depending on what was loaded inside, one can find themselves having needles embedded into their skins, to having whip cream coating them. If they were not given any instructions, they will mill about.

Cherub, is a general, all-purpose puppet. Generally made out of a mix of wood and metal, these puppets have numerous hidden tools that can be flipped out. These tools can range from cleaning brushes to daggers. They also have a self destruct mechanism inside. Requires two strings minimum, ten strings maximum. The strings are connected directly to the corresponding limbs, unlike Seraph.

Seraph, a puppet with the sole purpose of combat. It is made of interlocking blades and metallic parts that when completely connected, forms a massive broadsword edged with spikes. When opened, it forms a metallic humanoid shape, with single edged swords for limbs, and a spiky but rectangular body. The spikes can be launched outwards with a strand of wire attached to it. That wire connects back to the puppet, before entwining with the rest of the wires, and leading out the back of the puppet to Yuuyami's rings as a single, sturdy cable. It takes five strings to operate a single Seraph minimum, but can be upped to ten.

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Revan

Revan sighed as the Fire Dragon Slayer reacted, he was tired and didn't want to have to deal with this. He moved quickly standing behind Sable, his hand out and one of his rings leaking a large amount of dark energy. "Infernal Arm of he who can stop the movement of the gods, I call upon the Ring of Sloth."

The dark energy leaking from his ring condensed around his hand, until they replaced the ring they came from with another ring, this one a lot more stylized than the other plain black bands. Suddenly, a ring of black surrounded Sable, and it seemed to drain all of his energy, rage, and motivation to do anything.

"Now then, stay down for a few minutes and rethink your attitude. Your only going to get your guild in more trouble like that."

[Assistant]
Sable Rhodroth - THE WRETCHED ONE

He narrowed his eyes as his flames split between a brilliant white shield and smashed into the guild doors, sending them barreling out. He let out a sharp tsk, leaned back, and raised a brow.

"Out of the way, girl. You can't last too long against me, you're magic isn't meant for it!" he shouted, raising his hands up in the air and beginning to summon a carriage-size ball of fire. He gripped hold of it and smiled, they'd learned how Vyper operated soon enough, this was all part of the fun.

When he sensed someone coming up behind him, he raised his flames over his back and tried to push them back. "I'm not like my predecessor, I'm stronger than Natsu!" he declared with confidence.

But even that didn't halt what was happening to him. Like some soul sucking wraith feeding on him, he felt himself slipping. His emotions, ambitions, rage. Everything that made him him was leaking away. Slowly his flames dwindled to small embers, and sparse tongues that lingered on the wooden floors. He kept himself from falling on his stomach with his elbows, frustrated groans leaving his clenched teeth.

"The fuck is happening?" he questioned.

The fiery pool in his guts was bubbling and even he was beginning to think it was unbeatable. He lowered even further but maintained his defiant glare. The one thing that he was known for was his recklessness and that was all. He fought through the overbearing magic that drained his emotions but failed. Before he knew it, he was angrily and weakly struggling to his feet. Though without the motivation or energy, he could only stumble towards the shield and lean on it, fist banging against it in straight jabs. He tried to summon his fire but it wouldn't come.

"That's some fancy magic you got there, jackass. Next time," he uttered, looking over his shoulder at his lethargic enemy. "I'll kill ya." Then he sunk against the front of the shield and fell unconscious, a soft and gentle expression on his otherwise noble face.

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Cynthia

Cynthia watched Revan's magic take effect, making sure it would hold before she let her shield collapse. Sinking to her knees, she sighed heavily as the tension in her body melted away, gone with the shield. She reached up to wipe sweat off her face and her fingers brushed the white feathers that had started showing themselves on the sides of her head. She quickly jerked her hand away, covering her face and trying not to break out in tears. "I hate this." She whispered to herself.

Standing up and brushing the dust off her knees, she approached the edge of the Sloth barrier that held Sable and pulled a piece of magic chalk from her pocket. Kneeling down, she began to write in a circle just outside the range of the magic, moving around until she had completely closed the circle. Once it was done, the spell energized and a barrier of magic letters rose from the ground.

The person held within this circle may not leave until they agree not to attack members of Vyper Bolt or Harpy's Wing.

[Assistant]
Revan- Amused

"Better and stronger people than you have tried that, but hey, maybe you'll be the one." Revan chuckled, before he dispelled his magic, letting Cynthia take care of handling this guy. "Man, how does Nathan deal with this guy. Is it customary in this guild to attack your S-class mages when they return from a mission, cause if so I'm renting an apartment once we're done dealing with the council's bullshit." Revan asked the dark-haired mage that the Dragon Slayer had been talking to. He then remembered that a councilmen was in their presence at the moment, "No offense Cobra, but you guys are kinda full of it some times."

Aiden

When Sable exploded at the dark-haired mage, Aiden had been about to charge at the reckless idiot(didn't he remember they were supposed to be going on a fucking mission!) when Cynthia made a shield to protect them all from thrown tables. When she but it down, he noticed her covering something that seemed to form around head. 'Feathers?' Aiden was about to ask about them, but his focus quickly shifted back to Sable as he noticed the dragon slayer actually stopping his attack, a ring of black seeming to surround him. Aiden had no idea what that was, but decided t stay away from it if it was able to knock out Sable the way it did. He watched as Cynthia use some magic around the circle, which seemed to be another type of binding magic, and moaned as he saw the requirements to get out.

"Fuck, we had a mission to do, and now we're going to be stuck here forever. God dammit, Sable, can't you keep out of a fight for 5 seconds." Aiden cursed, before walking back over to his previous seat and picked up the supplies he had gotten for the trip and sat down near the circle, glaring at the unconscious mage.

[User]
Yuuyami-Mostly recovered from Revan's punishment.

"Guh....." Every single time, whenever she accidentally annoyed that shadow mage, she always suffered by his hands. Or shadows. Getting up on unsteady feet, she looked at the scene where the Vyper's flame dragon slayer was downed. "Others make trouble, so why am I the one targeted by him?", she complained to herself, as she watched the scene.

Walking over and looking at the unconscious dragon slayer, she turned her attention towards his companion who sat beside the circle, as if waiting for him to wake up. "Does he ever have a nice day?", Yuuyami asked, gesturing towards the unconscious Sable, her tail flicking back and forth slowly.


[System]
Age: 19
Deck Theme: Spellsword
Summon Method: XYZ/Phase Shift
Ace Monster: Spellsword of World's End

Information: Unknown, one day he woke up with no memory of who he was before then, only the name Xavier Starfall

Features: He has Spiky Silver hair that falls down his neck much like this  He has a thin build without much muscle on it. he wears a Black t-shirt and a Red and black vest over it with black skinny jeans for pants.

[User]
"Alright my next opponent!" Moros said eagerly ready to get his next duel started. This should be a lot of fun. He stepped up and activated his duel disk, "Alright let's duel!"

Turn 1
Moros 4000 Cards 5
Keio 4000 Cards 5

Keio walked up to the dueling area and drew his first hand. "I'll summon Dark Blade in attack position and end my turn." He said with little enthusiasm.

Turn 2
Moros 4000 Cards 6
Keio 4000 Cards 4 -> 1 monster

"Hmmm," Moros said speculatively as he examined his hand, well this could get bad pretty quick, but hey visa versa right? "I'll Set one monster and one facedown and end my turn." Moros said, he was excited to see how exactly this duel would turn out.

Turn 3
Moros 4000 cards 4 -> 1 set monster, 1 spell/trap
Keio 4000 cards 5 -> 1 monster

"Alright this is getting to be a slow match." Keio said. "I summon my Mystic Swordsman LV 2 in attack position. I'll have him attack your monster with Mystic Slice."

"Aw" Moros said disappointed as his monster was destroyed the mystical energy clashing briefly with the facedown card. A robed skeleton appeared for the briefest of moments before shattering and going to the graveyard.

"Now I'll have Dark Blade attack directly with Darkness Slash." Keio said still looking uninterested.

 "Ouchy." Moros said again standing his ground as the dark attack slammed into him dealing 1800 damage, it stung a bit but he had taken worse hits, "Well this isn't a good start." he muttered.

Moros 4000->2200

"With that I end my turn." Keio said still looking bored.

Turn 4
Moros 2200 Cards 5 -> 1 spell/trap
Keio 4000 Cards 4 -> two monsters

"Ah finally," Moros said relieved as he drew his next card. "I'll summon the Lady in Wight in defense mode." An old skeleton wearing a brown dress with an abnormally large head appeared sitting on a dark and dusty throne appeared with an impressive defense of 2200. "That should hold him for a little while, uh, I'll end my turn now." Moros said hoping that he got some good draws, with just a couple of the right cards...

Turn 5
Moros 2200 Cards 4 -> 1 monster, 1 spell/trap
Keio 4000 cards 5 -> 2 monsters

"Okay my draw and I summon the Calculator. He may not be a warrior but with his ability his attack points become 300 times all my monsters combine levels. Which gives him a force of 2400. Now Calculator strike that Lady in Wight

"Well I guess I have to keep her alive, I'll activate my trap card Fiendish Chain, now your monster's effect is negated and he can't attack either." Moros said triumphantly as chains wrapped the robot constricting it.

'Well in that case since I already summoned then I'll end my turn." Keio said still looking bored.

Turn 6
Moros 2200 Cards 5 -> 1 monster, 1 spell/trap
Keio 4000 Cards 4 -> 3 monsters, 1 spell/trap

"Ah goody, now we can make some magic happen." Moros said clearly happy at his draw. "First things first I'll activate the card One for One. I can send one Monster, Wightprince, to the Graveyard to Special Summon 1 level 1 monster from my Hand or Deck. I'll summon the King of Skull Servants." A large regal skeleton robed in purple appeared standing atop pile of skeletons and the ATK of 1000 was displayed. "It may not look like much but now Wightprince's effect; activates when he is sent to the Graveyard I can send 1 Skull Servant and 1 Lady in Wight from my Deck to the Grave." The proper cards popped out of his Deck and Moros put them in the Graveyard.

 "Now my King has an attack of 4000! And with it I'll attack your Mystic Swordsman LV2." Moros said confidently and the King raised his hands summoning a dark sphere accompanied by the cackling noises of the monsters in the grave, "Revenge Blast!" Moros cried out and the King pushed his hand forward the darkness crossing the battlefield and exploding in the form of a gaint skull in front of the magical swordsman destroying it and the remainder of the blast flew past dealing 3100 damage, Moros winced a little, a hit of 3100 was pretty severe, Keio would probally feel it for a while. Lets see him look bored now Moros thought confidently, "With that I'll end my turn."

 Keio 4000-> 900

Turn 7
Moros 2200 Cards 3 -> 2 monsters, 1 spell/trap
Keio 900 Cards 5 -> 2 monsters

Keio drew again still looked a bit bored. "Since my Calculator is just in the way i am going to sacrifice him to summon Freed the Matchless General in attack position. I'll switch Dark Blade to defense mode and I'll equip Freed with Synchro Boost. Now he gains 500 attack positions and 1 level increase. Now Freed attack Lady in Wight with Matchless Blade. Oh and I set one card before I end my turn." Keio said still looking really relaxed.

Turn 8
Moros 2200 Cards 4 -> 1 monster
Keio 900 Cards 2 -> 2 monsters 1 spell, 1 spell/trap

Moros grinned; destroying zombie monsters was basically pointless because of how easy it was to bring them back. Keio may look confident now but that would change real quick. Obviously he thought his facedown would be enough to protect him. "Well I'll open up with the spell card Book of Life; this allows me to Special Summon one Zombie monster from my Grave and banish one monster for yours. I'll Special Summon Lady In Wight back to the field and banish The Calculator. Now let's see if we can't end this duel King of Skull Servants use Revenge Blast to destroy Freed the Matchless General!"

'I activate my trap Draining Shield, now I can negate your King's attack and add that damage to my life point.' Keio said triumphantly.

Moros grinned, it always went this way, it's like they thought Lady In Wight was on the field for no reason, the shadowy energy of the King's attack blasted through the device that attempted to block his attack, shattering it, and slammed into the enemy general, "Lady In Wight's effect activates, while she is face-up on the field level 3 or lower zombie monsters can't be affected by spell or trap cards, meaning your trap is worthless." The dark energy exploded the skull blast annihilating Freed and the last of Keio's LP. No general could calculate for the forces of the undead.

Keio 900->0

Victor Moros.

Duel End

Keio with a bored look still on his face left the arena. "Good luck in the finals." Keio shouted as he walked away.

Moros frowned as Keio left, what was the point of dueling like that? It was like he wasn't even trying to enjoy the game until he activated his trap card. But right after he had just dropped back to that "I don't care" look of his. Oh well, some people just didn't enjoy dueling as much as he did. Shurgging Moros replied "Thanks, fun duel!" before he went back to his seat and eagerly waited for the next match to begin.

[Assistant]
"The park again?" asked Jin, frowning at his friend. "You always come here whenever you're feeling down. Yuji sat down on one of the nearby benches, then began looking at the sky. Doing so always seemed to calm his spirits a little. "Shut up already, I'm not feeling down," he said closing his eyes, while feeling the nice breeze, blowing at his face. "You're thinking about him again huh?" asked Jin, sitting next to him. "You know, you shouldn't blame him."

Yuji slowly opened his eyes, now watching the clouds. "Why is life like this?" asked Yuji, looking at a confused Jin. "Why is life like, what?" responded Jin, not understanding. "Life is boring. No one's interesting to me. Every time I duel, I always win without a challenge. Dueling is so boring," said Yuji, with a depressed sound in his voice. "You know, you can always watch others duel. Maybe then you'll be able to tell who's worth dueling, or you could always duel me," said Jin with a smile on his face. "I've dueled you enough as it is, I'm sick of dueling you," responded Yuji, looking away from Jin. Jin laughed a little, then joined him in watching the sky. "You know, there's a duel tournament going on right now," said Jin. "Maybe we should go check it out. Who knows, maybe you'll find that special opponent, you're looking for."

Yuji didn't really care about the tournament, but he saw how much Jin was trying to give dueling a meaning to him, so he decided to give in. As much as he tried to deny it, Jin was his only friend. "Whatever," responded Yuji, standing up from the bench, preparing to follow Jin to this Tournament. As soon as he rose from the bench, he and Jin heard a huge scream, that was so loud that it hurt their ears. "Noooo!!!" screamed the voice of, what sounded like a girl's. Both Jin and Yuji looked around, trying to find where the scream was coming from, also noticing others in the park holding their ears as well, showing that, they also heard the screams. The instant the screams ended the earth began to shake, shaking everyone to the ground. The sky became distorted, changing the color of the blue sky to a black and purple one.

"What the hell is going on!?" yelled Jin, while the both of them tried to gain there composer. All of a sudden blinding light appeared in the sky. The light condensed in a huge ball then dispersed into smaller balls of light, shooting off into different directions. One of the balls of light fell towards Jin and Yuji. When the light hit the ground in front of them, it didn't cause an explosion, but revealed a young girl, in a black cloak, covered in light. The girl appeared to be in a slumber, while floating in the air. She began dropping slowly, as the earthquake began dying down. Jin and Yuji watch on as the girl shrouded light, landed gently, on the ground, the light covering her, suddenly fading away.

[User]
"GAHHH!" I cried out as I jolted awake, I looked around realizing that everything here was foreign, from my surroundings down to my own appearance. There was a card shop nearby that seemed to have a lot of guests. I got up and decided to walk in and see if anybody could recall what I was doing before I lost my memory. As I walked in I tried my hardest to remember SOMETHING, ANYTHING about my life. All that came to mind was Xavier Starfall and Azure Flame. I figures that the former must be my name, and the latter must be a card in my deck or something. Stoping to watch the tournament within the card shop, which was being carried out by Duel Academy Students, I rifled through my deck, 1, 2, 3, 4 times but could not find any monsters with "Azure Flame" in their names. One card stood out from the rest though.

Spellsword Of World's End
Atk: 0
Def: 2000
[Spellcaster/Phase Shift/Effect]
Phase a/b monsters who's levels equal 8
When this card is summoned, remove one Phase Unit and enter the corresponding phase.
Phase A (CHARGING PHASE): This monster cannot be targeted by card effects or destroyed by battle, during any battles involving this defense position monster and a monster with greater atk than this card's defense, inflict the difference as piercing damage. Once per turn: you can place 5 Mana Counters on this card and move all Mana Counters on the field to this card.
Phase B (DESTRUCTION PHASE): This monster cannot be in defense position, if it is change it to attack position. this monsters Atk and Def become ?. This card's attack and defense become equal to the number of Mana Counters on it x300. Once per turn: remove any number of Mana Counters from this monster; Add Spell Cards from your banished pile equal to the number of Mana Counters you removed, then recalculate the ATK of this card.

Something about that card felt special, like it was made to serve a specific purpose, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Anyway, I'd better ask around to see if anybody knows me, I thought and approached a random spectator who looked as if he had already lost and said, "Excuse me, have you met me before?"

[Assistant] "I'm afraid I have not seen you before stranger." Keio said as he walked some odd duelist. He looked as if he had been through some kind of ordeal. "Do you have some sort of name?"

[User] "I'm not entirely sure, but I think that it's Xavier, Xavier Starfall." I responded, hoping he had at least heard of me.


[System]
"Come now, we're only outnumbered ten to one. I'd say the odds are in our favor!"

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title:

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single.

Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight

Family Ties:
Petros Argyris - Uncle / Only living family member not associated with Mustaf's treachery and subsequently current head of the household.
Carmela Argyris - Mother / Former Lady of the house / Currently serving a prison sentence for her actions in the war with her husband.
Gavriil Argyris - Father /Former Head of the Argyris family/Former advisor to Emperor Mustaf/Believed to have died during the war.

Class: Mage

Weapon Mastery(ies): Tomes

Inventory: Arcwind
 Arcfire
 Arcthunder

Personality:
 Tybalt is a flirtatious scoundrel, a free spirit with a swagger about him. He is bold, gallant, and practically exuding charisma. Unusually outgoing and sociable for a mage, he never passes up on a potential adventure or an experience and will jump at the opportunity to try something new. With a never say die attitude about life and carefree machismo to his actions, he possesses a sharp wit and a silver tongue that makes him extremely charming, though it can occasionally come off as insulting. Heroic and daring, Tybalt is quick to deliver a quip and a smile to brighten even the most somber of situations, making it easy to see why the people of Alistaf have warmed up to him.

However, beneath this outgoing and bold personality lies a man of compassion and kindness as well as impressive tactical acumen and magical knowhow. He may not act like it, but he is a very experienced and talented mage and tactician, brilliant and knowledgeable in his craft. While he more often than not spends his time using his magic to do simple parlor tricks and goof off, he truly has a untold brilliance when the situation demands it, revealing his intellect when the situation demands it. A cunning and calculating strategist, he is more than capable of assisting his unit when the time comes, both with his mind and his magic.

Biography:
Tybalt comes from the desert town of Alistaf, he hails from a noble family of dukes disgraced by their affiliation with the former dictator Mustaf. Once the city was annexed to Jotenvarr, his family immediately fell into bad standing with the new king. Even at a young age, he was very aware that the people of Alistaf despised his family's affiliation with a monster and also expressed shame at their defeat. They were only a noble house in name, prisoners of their own city and targets of their people's hatred.

This was something Tybalt refused to stand for. He began to feel it was his responsibility to give Alistaf back a member of nobility they could respect, and a noble house they could feel pride in. He worked tirelessly to assist his people, spending days in town trying to rebuilt broken homes and defend the city from bandits. He won their respect though hard work and determination, enough so that he caught the eye of Jotenvarr's royal guard. Already Tybalt could see that this was his chance to truely redeem his family's name by coming the Royal Guard to the king, to make up for the horrors his family had done during the way. He departed for the Capital on the very same day he received the invitation, intending to give it his all and prove he can be more than just some noble.

[User]
"Mounted units? Ugh... At times like these, I wish I'd become a mage" - Pauline muttered, clearly wary of the flying units ready to assault them. Taking a long breath, she rushed to the nearest tree and climbed on it, hiding inside it branches. "The ruins, huh..." - she thought, trying to decide what do to - "I'm so lucky that my parents are historians".

A pegasus knight rushed past, shaking the branches. Clenching tightly onto the tree, Pauline grabbed a kunai. None of the mounts seem to be stopping unless they're above, aiming for someone. But then, maybe getting the ruins might be easier and the riders would probably die if they fall from such heights. Still, might be worth a go...

Pauline climbed as far as she could without revealing herself and threw a kunai above, aiming for one of the pegasi flying above. Quickly, without paying attention to whether the kunai hit or no, she jumped down. Pauline looked around the area where they stood, searching for her companions. Aha - there was one who looked quite familiar with the forerst.
"Itazu, right? It seems you know this forest well, do you want to try and get to the ru--"

As she spoke, the war cry of a wyvern came from above. Gasping, the ninja dashed aside and threw another kunai - this time aiming for the wing of the beast. Yes, a hit! Yet the gale created by the rider's dive swept her away, slamming her into the nearest tree. Groaning, Pauline got up and glanced at the Fox. "Ruins. As soon as possible. Are you with me?"

[Assistant]
Hiro Anu

Hiro felt the back of his hood rip as the axe came upon, how did this man come out of no where without the Archer noticing? However, this was not the time for questions and the Sniper rolled forward to avoid another blow if the person had decided to attack once more. Instantly, he drew his bow and took aim at the looming figure that attempted to hit him, as well as listen to the instructions that he was give. Unfortunately it was true, Hiro would not be able to take proper aim in the forest but it would also hinder the movements of the knight, given that they are paying attention to where they fly.

He fired off a shot at the left leg of the knight that attempted to hit him, planning to get him incapable of attacking before he had the chance. However, Hiro was being targeted by the a the Pegasus knights so he quickly began to run, wanting to avoid being caught by the mounted Knights. He ran towards the main group so he could have someone act as a distraction so he could do something.

"Guys, help!," Hiro called out as he ran to the main group, rolling forward and dodging a Pegasus Knight's sword swing. This was not what he imagined was going to happen on his first day of recruitment, especially with the possibility of death. Relying on instinct, he fired of a shot at the Pegasus knight that had tried to decapite him, a snap shot bound to miss. However, he did make it to the main group.

[User]
Tybalt felt his breath be drained from his body as he felt the lance brush past him, the weight of the situation coming strikingly clear as the wind off of the pegasus' wings flutter his coat back. He recoiled quickly, reaching for his shirt to feel the tear in the cloth that the lance had made as the Pegasus knight returned to the sky to reel around for another strike.

"That was Alistafan silk, you clod!" He joked, letting his mouth bely the obvious terror he had felt evidenced by the color lost in his face. The maid want ahead and explained the situation as Tybalt managed to once more regain composure, citing the rules for this original training and the stakes for failure. Tybalt's eyes widened as she mentioned that death was a very real ending, these winged knights would be more than glad to put the whole squad down of they did not perform. Was the nation of Jotenvarr really so cavalier with their trainee's lives? He knew training would be brutal, but threatening death upon their volunteers? It seemed tactically insane.

However, a smile crossed his face as the exercise began, his cunning mind beginning to relish the idea of such an opportunity. This was not some recruiting for the main army, nor for the reserves, this was for the best of the best. The Royal Guard, the men and women who would serve the highest power in the land, the Lord of Jotenvarr. Of course the training would be lethal for such a position, the very position they were being considered for would be to protect the most powerful man in the country, and Tybalt relished in the opportunity. If not for his honor, than for the challenge alone was this task worth pursuing, as a task is only worth completing if it one has to work for it. He needed this, his family needed this, and if he was going to be sent home, it would be in a body bag or not at all.

Another pegasus knight made an advance, but the mage was ready for it at this point. With a well-timed leap, he avoided the second strike, a tome of arcwind coming to his hand from his belt as he once more touched ground. With a twist of his waist and a flick of his wrist he managed to whirl about and fire off a crescent of wind rippling through the air after the retreating knight, intending to clear her of her mount in one fell swoop. Unfortunately the knight was more than prepared for his retaliation and easily maneuvered out of the way, the wind blade slashing into a tree and bisecting the tree from its trunk.

Cursing under his breath, he was quick to get a bearing on his surroundings as the situation unfolded. Visually, the wyvern knights and Pegasus knights were moving too fast to get a bead on and take them down on his own, and trying to take them down as they came for him was far too risky. He darted for the forest, barely scraping by a wyvern knight's swooping axe strike as he maneuvered deeper into the trees. They brush would provide cover for now, enough cover so the flying mounts could not maneuver to them and give him time to think, though he clearly could not stay there.

He had to come up with a plan, and luckily for him, he was within earshot of the others, especially the archer known as Hiro.

"Ah! Mister Hiro! Perfect timing!"  He called out to the Archer, regrouping with the others at least in earshot. "We need to discuss a plan if we're going to pass this test!"

He glanced up as he spoke, still trying to lock on to the patrolling squad.

"Those mounted bastards will skewer any one of us who tries to make it through the clearing to the ruins, so I'd suggest we try to work together to take them down. If you fine folks are willing to listen, I may just have an idea to fight back." He said, trying to get a read on the group's respective professions were before trying to come up with something. "Itazu, Pauline, if you think you two can get by the riders unnoticed, then the ruins are probably where you should head, they can't stab you if they can't see you, and Miss Hirotsuka didn't say all of us had to get to the ruins to pass the test."  He turned to Hyakuya and Diana, though he had to take a double take at Hyakuya. "Okay, in all honesty, I have zero idea what you are capable of, but if Miss Hirotsuka knows you personally, then chances are you're stronger than all of us, and probably a good choice to help equalize the playing field. Diana, I can only guess that you are a ground unit, but with that fancy lance you are toting around, I can imagine they will have a hard time swooping past that spear point for a clean hit. Hiro and I can take those winged scoundrels down, but we have to be out in the open to do so. If we're going to do so, we'll need the two of you covering us. The range on Diana's spear point and your...uh...whatever you do should be able to prevent swooping assaults, which gives us opportunity to strike back."

Finally, he whirled around to Hiro, a confident and enthusiastic grin beaming from his face. "Which means it comes down to us to actually take them down. Neither one of us is going to be able to reliably strike down a mounted unit on our own, so it may be within our best interest to target the same unit, take them down one at a time. If I can guide them with my wind magic, do you think you'll be able to land a clean shot?"