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Character Sheet
Age: Around 247

Legion: Unknown - Suspected to be the Death Guard

Planet of Origin: Unknown - Terra or Barbarus

Physical Description:Standing at an average height of seven feet and three inches, when out of his armour, he has the look of an experienced pugilist and wrestler - not at all strange, considering he is both - his shaven cranium of dark stubble sloping down to an almost Neanderthal brow line, two eyes of stormy grey glaring out from deep-set sockets and brows of black hair as if challenging anyone and everyone.

Continuing from the top, his nose and ears are certainly that of a fighter, the former having clearly been broken a number of times, and the latter both formed into the well known 'cauliflower ears' of the martial man. His thick-set jaw is kept equally as hairless as his head, crossed with faded scars, and nearly as square as the remainder of his body, his torso very much seeming like a solid slab of rock...except made from muscle, bone and sinew; each limb is like the trunk of a tree, stretched psychically as far as the unique physiology of the Astartes will allow them to go, muscles rippling clearly beneath his rather pale skin as he moves and his hands more than able to crush the skull of both mortal man and Space Marine both.

In battle he girds himself in his not-always-reliable suit of Mk III 'Armorum Ferrum' Pattern power armour, the entire construct a walking edifice to brutal frontal assaults and wars of attrition; from the numerous pits left by solid shells and projectiles, to the deeply burnt scorch-marks of more laser based weaponry, Ferreus accepts them all on his re-painted armour of deepest black - however, if one looks close enough, they may be able to see through the murky and well worn layer. Just under the surface of those colours which obscure his true origins, if you look close enough without becoming a target of his ire, one may peak the crimson shoulder plate, gauntlet, knee and stormy coloured ceramite of the obsolete Dusk Raiders.

As a loyalist member of a so-called 'traitor' legion, and as one of the re-minted blackshields, the sturdy armour of this Astartes goes completely unadorned apart from several Imperial Aquila to show where his loyalties lie. On the other hand battle scars are the only decoration that a warrior needs, and he has plenty of them as well.

Skillset:Oddly enough, Ferreus combines the skill-sets of several differing legions - the stoic attitude and casual aloofness of the Dark Angels, the ferocity and thrill for close-quarters fighting of the Blood Angels and World Eaters, and the immunity to biological substances and extra ordinary constitution of the Death Guard. In hand-to-hand conflict or a close-range fire-fight he is truly to be feared, whether using his weapons or his fists alone, coming at his enemies directly and without hesitation or mercy.

His specialisations include trench warfare and wars of attrition, as well as warfare in harsh or toxic enviroments.

History:Istvaan III...the Choral City...

The whole sordid affair was where the life of the Astartes known simply as Ferreus had truly began, a rebirth if you will, the final awakening of a once loyal soldier and follower of his Primarch to the depth and breadth of corruption and betrayal which had slithered its way into the heart and soul of the once-beloved Warmaster and his now twisted brethren. It was here that the loyalist, primarily Terran-born elements, of each of the legions was to be purged from existence by their own former comrades - thereby destroying any inner revolts, and showing the utter loyalty and commitment to the cause of the traitors. Loyalty to the Warmaster and their Primarchs over the Emperor, and commitment to the cause of placing this maniacal pawn of Chaos at the head of the burgeoning Empire of Man.

Well, needless to say he believed he was dead; rising stiff and alone on the dead surface of a dead planet, digging his way through fallen rubble that had buried him for over three weeks before finally reaching the surface once more, wary to the point of paranoia and mistrustful of any other he came across whether purported loyalist or one of his blood-enemies of his former legion and their allies.

While not Istvaan III itself, each and every one of the loyalist combatants massacred on that damned planet as far as he knew, Ferreus had been forced to turn his gun on at least half of his own company to save his own skin. It had been on a planet called Leandros IV, he and his company - for he had achieved the rank of Lieutenant, before being placed down to Sergeant for an unspecified infraction, and was trusted to complete his tasks with efficiency - that formerly jovial and friendly brothers-in-arms had turned their weapons upon he and his own in just another attempt to thin out the ranks of those more loyal to their Emperor than to their Primarch and his cause.

After fighting his way through his 'brothers', leaving those he could not protect to the tender mercies of the enemy, he fled into the thick undergrowth and forcefully boarded the Thunderhawk which had been used to land upon the planet, urging the pilot at gunpoint to take him up and away from there even as he began to scrape the paint and insignia of his legion from his ceramite.

Upon learning the full extent of the atrocity on Istvaan III, and with every intention to do his utmost to bring the Emperor's wrath to those he now saw as nothing more than prey, Ferreus painted his armour black and marked himself with several hand-painted aquila to show where his loyalties lay to any that would see.

Between then and his meeting with the Rogue Trader Balixus Kyros, a meeting that would turn out to give him a goal for his efforts and a chance at seeing justice meted out in full, he took part in numerous guerilla actions against traitor formations - it was in once such action that he claimed his chainaxe, plucking it from the still twitching fingers of a World Eaters officer and spitting upon the corpse as he did so. Sieges, ambushes, and frontal assaults, he took part in any and every action that he could if it would damage those that he had once counted as allies and peers.

Such things take a toll even on a superhuman warrior, and the respite now given to him after being picked up and bought to relative 'safety' aboard Balixus' vessel is a blessed relief...and yet there is always the tugging at the back of his mind, the primal need to pile death upon those who wronged him, and perhaps he is once more let loose against the traitor Horus and his cronies there will be no more peace for him. Only war.

Psychological Profile:Ferreus is almost as dour as they come; although his demeanour is rather without emotion, fatalistic, and black, there are plenty who have seen this as a sign that he must therefore be mentally slower to boot! This, as those many have found, is certainly not the case and Ferreus is actually in possession of a rather keen, logical, and cunning intellect that has allowed him to foresee many things that others cannot both on and off of the field of battle. When the bullets and dirt starts flying is when he truly comes alive, amidst the cries and screams of his enemies, fighting alongside his brothers and in the name of his Emperor - who he still considers his true liege - and in the rarest of circumstances he has even been known to sneer, which is as close to a smile as he can get.

Equipment:
* Phobos-pattern Bolter with attached combat blade.
* Ikanos-pattern Bolt Pistol
* Chainaxe - taken from a World Eater
* Standard issue gladius (the blade coated in various poisons to which Ferreus is immune)

Notes: Accompanied by four Astartes armed in a similar manner, with a bolter, close-quarters weapon and sometimes a sidearm;

- Sergeant Gentian
- Apothecary Lőrinc
- Brother Kazimir
- Brother Tihomir (is the squads designated heavy weapon expert, carries a Multi-Melta)

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No Quarter Given, None Received

With all sounds of screaming extinguished unto the final breath, Brenard was satisfied his sector was clear. The sounds of gunfire elsewhere in the chateau seemed to have also died down, which likely meant his brothers had too finished their work. "Sector clear." Brenard acknowledged in a grim voice by vox as he turned to regroup at the entryway with the others. He was not the least bit surprised when Kurak ordered the purging extended to the rest of the complex. It only made sense.

Cold unfeeling red light shone from his helm as Brenard stood close behind Kurak's World Eaters. The door broke open, shattering like the lives they took by bolter and blade. The vision that met them on the otherside was somewhat unexpected, but not at all unfamiliar. All of the astartes had the same reflex, to dodge the inevitably oncoming storm of fire. Yet the narrow hall was unforgiving, pitting the warriors between the wall and merciless arms. It was the armor and bodies of his traitor-son brethren that provided Brenard with the cover he needed to pull a grenade. He threw it forward as he dropped down with his pistol. The fire was so bright and the explosions intense at this close distance. Only his sensory modulators kept him from going blind or deaf, even briefly.

Brenard couldn't stop himself from uttering a reflex prayer, for which he immediately kicked himself, btu there was no time to think of it. The grenade he had chucked in the general direction shredded through a dozen lives and injured at least as many, throwing the guard into disarray behind a cloud of smoke and failing ceiling tiles. To their credit, guns still blazed into the hall. The autocannon choked to a halt as its handler fell, spattering bullets into the wall in an off direction. Brenard got up. He brothers got up. The Emperor's wrath had yet to be be brought.

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The lone knight heard the sharp repeat of bolter fire, he knew instantly a fight had begun outside the garage. Having locked the front doors and garage door he moved to the door at the rear of the repair bay. Kicking it sending it flying clear of the doorway. He broke into a sprint, he did not pause when he saw the strange red creatures. He saw them attacking his brothers and knew that they were a foe, so they would die. Letting off rounds from his bolt pistol as charged into the massive bringing chain sword biting into from the side as another fell under the fire from his pistol.

"We are the Emperor's angels of death! And you will die scum!" He cried, while he might have been younger warriors present, he was one of the most devout and unflinching. He had survived trials on Caliban, the trials to become a space marine, fought with one of the most tactically renown Primarchs. Has was the only son of the Lion currently taking to the field against the enemies of the Emperor. His fury had to be enough to stand for his entire legion and no traitor or their pawns would overcome his wrath. His brothers, his leaders, and his mission were failed, to him only thing left was redemption in death and joining his brothers their.

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There were things in this universe that their fathers had seen fit to keep from them, things that existed beyond space and time, creatures that they had been told were a differing breed of Xenos and would die as easily as any other – they had been lied to. These creatures were not aliens, although one may have thought of them as such, bursting from the flesh of living beings or appearing from nowhere through portals of pure energy. All Ferreus knew, and what he voxed to his squad mates, was that they had to die.

"Are you seeing this, sir?" Crackled the helm-vox with Kazimir's agitated voice.

"Aye," grunted Ferreus in return, "I see it...no doubt the spawn of the Arch-traitor will not appreciate our help."

Oh yes, 'Prodigal' made it very difficult for others to know anything of he and his men – their armour was as black and marked with Imperial symbols as his own, they did not speak to outsiders, and none of the former Death Guard had ever seen them without their helmets. There were other ways, if one knew how to observe, that ones identity could be revealed and, no matter how hard they may try, the modus operandi of the currently engaged tetrad was at least clear to the leader of the Fourteenth Legion loyalists.

"What are they?" Questioned Gentian as he checked his bolter was loaded, a slight hint of nervousness evident in the veterans voice, a taint that had never before sounded from that throat.

"It does not matter from whence they came, or what they are, all that matters is we destroy them utterly; bring that melta to bear, Timohir, the rest of you form a line and fire as we advance. Short bursts, conserve your ammunition, and try not to hit our brothers."

They did as they were told, the things currently engaged in close-quarter melee with the Luna Wolves only now beginning to register this new threat as they were flanked, the Dusk Raiders (for they were Mortarion's sons no more!) opening up with their own weapons; humanoid beasts of crimson flesh and horned heads, eyes burning with unholy hate and blood-lust, as tall as an Astartes and bound in muscle bearing two-handed blades of sizzling metal. What caused them to sizzle? A constant dapple of blood that seemed to cascade from out of nowhere. Had they been of lesser creation, their mind would have broken.

Ferreus raised his Ikanos-pattern pistol, firing of single shots of .50 explosive-tipped rounds, refocusing and firing again as he moved forward at a walking pace alongside his battle-brothers. Within the confines of his helmet, covered by the face grill and sloped eye sockets, his jaw was set hard in an expression of determination but also of annoyance. Why would these beasts not die like normal creatures? The unearthly roar of one burning daemon shaking his very soul as melta fire consumed it, miniature explosions tearing chunks out of them even as others simply ignored their dead and dying.

Terran born they may have been, but this did not stop the five silently forward-moving Astartes from employing the stoicism and brutally frontal tactics of their erstwhile Primarch, loosing off salvo after salvo in a fusillade of close-range fire power as they moved ever closer.

Once within charging distance the line was halted by a single word, the carefully targeted fire never ceasing until a magazine ran dry, Ferreus reaching for his chainaxe and activating it with a thumbing of the stub on the hilt that sent the teeth whirring. On either side of him he was imitated perfectly, smaller side arms and combat knives unsheathed with clockwork precision, each transhuman warrior prepared to give their lives for the good of the Imperium they still served.

"We are the voice and the clarion call; We are tyrant's ruin and rival's fall." Voxed Ferreus through his helmet, and as they strode forward with extreme purpose of will the Dusk Raiders motto was echoed by all.


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General Information
* Gender: Female
* Sexuality: Heterosexual
* Age: 21
* Home Nation: Half Hearing, Half Touch

Appearance
Penetrating green eyes, a delicate and elegant face and immaculately white skin and hair give Karina quite the unique and exotic appearance. Her body although small and apparently delicate hides a surprisingly agile, dexterous and flexible frame, fruit of her training. Usually wears an military style uniform with her hair tied and a cap. On formal occasions she unties her hair and prefers to wear dresses.

Bio
Karina was born out of the unusual union of a scholar from the Nation of Hearing and a general from the Nation of Touch. By the choice of her father, she went to live on together with her mother on her home nation as he wanted her to have a peaceful life, away from the chaos of war. On the Nation of Hearing, Karina would show her love for knowledge as her and her mother often passed their time studying together.
But unfortunately, having a life away from the was wasn't something that Karina would be able to enjoy for much longer... When she was only 10 years old, her mother fell ill with a very serious, contagious disease. Without any other option, Karina had to go to live with her father on the Nation of Touch.

There on the Nation of Touch, Karina's father became cold and even more distant, dedicating his entire time to his work trying to forget the pain from losing his loved one. Karina on the other hand was literally raised amongst soldiers and other high patent officers. Her education was already very good, in fact, it was better than most people, since she was herself the daughter of an scholar, but there were some things that her mother couldn't teach her in the pacifist Nation of Hearing. It was only natural that being so instructed and intelligent, she would learn certain military knowledge fast as she heard her father talking with other officers. But another one of those things was Fencing. After seeing two high patent officer sparring, she immediately fell in love with the Rapier. It didn't resemble violence, it was almost a dance. The way the officers moved almost effortlessly through the room, their rapiers singing as the edges kissed themselves... It was the perfect balance between violence and art. Since that moment, fencing became another one of Karina's hobbies, other than studying and debating with other officers about military strategies & etc.

As she grew older, as the General's daughter and after proving herself to be knowledgeable enough that not giving her a patent was deemed an absolute waste of talent, nobody dared to mistreat her. Known as the 'flower' of the military due to her beautiful looks and because she was always walking around the headquarters, either reading, talking with seasoned officers (often surprising her due to her intellect) or practicing her fencing, her influence grew both by her father's position and her patent.

Maybe because of her mixed blood or maybe due to her spending half of her life on the Nation of Hearing and the other half on the Nation of Touch, when Karina turned 15, a very unique magic awakened on her. Completely the opposite from the usual Tempraisionism magic that was common to the Nation of Touch, Karina was able to use the humidity and the cold on the air in various forms. Incredibly dangerous against other Tempraisionists due to her strength being their weaknesses, it was almost an irony that an officer from the Military of Touch having such magical talent... After that fact became known by the others on the Nation of Touch, she started being referred by some people as "The Ice Flower of the Nation of Touch".

Personality
Despite her nickname as 'The Ice Flower', Karina is actually not that cold when around friends. Enjoying a good conversation and often seen with a mysterious, but enchanting smile on her face, she is a real treat to look at.

Despite her quiet demeanor, she certainly has a very strong personality, maybe due to her father or to the fact that she was raised in the military, but her enchanting smile can turn into a real cold stare when angry and her cold but firm words are famous around the army for being able to frighten even a seasoned soldier.

When amongst other soldiers or in a combat situation though, Karina is almost a completely different person. Really living up to her nickname as the Ice Flower, she is practical, logical and cold both regarding strategizing or fighting herself.

Quirks:
Karina has a soft spot for sweets and hot beverages such as hot chocolate.

Skills
* Fencing: Karina developed her own style of fencing. More agile and elegant than the normal fencing, it's characterized by it's high mobility, deadly lunges, feints and extremely fast movements. While it lacks brute, raw strength, it more than makes up with agility and dexterity. Hence why the Rapier is the perfect weapon for her.
* Adept of Hearing: Just like her mother, Karina is an adept of hearing. Unlike her who used it for music and to distinguish the small difference in musical notes, Karina uses it in a much finer and complex way. By concentrating herself, she can go as far as hearing someone's heartbeats or their movements in order to be able to react much faster than she normally could.
* Natural Resistance to cold: Due to her magic and the fact that she trains so much with it, Karina developed a certain resistance to cold. Enough to allow her to use her magic for some time before she needs to stop.

Magic
Cryomancy:

Using the surrounding air temperature, or even her by lowering her bodily temperature, she can create ice in a myriad of ways. Be it creating blades made of concentrated ice to control through the air and cut her enemies, lowering the air temperature in order to counter Tempraisionists or even by lowering another person's bodily temperature in case she hits them with one of her ice blades or with her rapiers. Coupled with her fencing, it is incredibly dangerous as she can overpower opponents much stronger and tough than herself by lowering their bodies' temperature with each cut.

The drawback is that if the air temperature is high, she will have to resort to lower her own body's temperature and depending on how much time she does it, she can even pass out with hypothermia. Using clothes that preserve the bodily temperature like gloves, coats & etc. can allow her to use her magic even when the temperature of the air around her is a bit higher than the necessary for her to use her magic. In the other hand, when the climate is cold, Karina can use her magic almost freely.

Weaknesses
* Heat: Exactly the opposite from normal Tempraisionism, if the air around her is too hot (for example... if she is around a fireplace or something like that) She will need to use much more energy than normal to use her magic.
* Brute Strength: Karina is not that heavy or tall. In a contest of brute strength, she will most likely loose. This also means that if someone pins her down, she won't be able to get out by herself without resorting to magic.
* Too many blades: When creating concentrated ice blades, Karina can only create and maintain a maximum of 4 blades at the same time.

Equipment

Almost a piece of art, this rapier's blade was forged with an special method. It's dark red colored blade has an intricate pattern, formed naturally due to the way the steel was forged. It was a gift from her father when she became an officer. A little something he did trying to redeem himself for being such a distant father.

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Chres

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Quiet were the tunnels under Shimmertown. Quiet and empty.

Chres, the rest, along with unit of soldier at Karina's command, followed the two guides cautiously as they traverse the cavernous labyrinth. They had planned for this the night prior. Planned for another trip through the tunnels in the event that it became necessary to sneak in close to the Cult's base of operations, A ritzy inn near the center of town, in order to attack the Seed.

Greeting them at the entrance of the tunnels were two females wearing clothes native to these lands. However, judging from their accent and the broken way the spoke the language, it was clear that these two women were one of the Kharu-Natjer's people rather than being native to this country.

Chres eyed them curiously as the guided the group through the tunnels. The Hue of their skin did not have that Orange-tan hue to it, unlike the rest of the Kharu-Natjer's people, nor was their hair silvery either.

Ferris and Octavio had mentioned that during an earlier excursion to buy salt from a trader, one of the Kharu-Natjer's people had used some type of magic to change their appearance so that they could fit in. Chres idly wondered if that was what they were doing now. Hiding their appearance. Perhaps less so for Chres, Jen, Karina and Octavio, but more so to hide their differing appearance from the soldier who towed behind them.

"Something's different here..." Sil whispered, cowering a top his shoulder. "It feels... scarier..."

Chres drew his mouth in a line. As curious as their guides appearance was, it was not the only thing curious. Sil was right the tunnels did seem different. The only echoes throughout the caverns came from their own footsteps and voices. And the numerous crystal jade candles that use to litter much of the tunnels seemed absent. Here and there, they passed a jade candle, but for the most part there were none. It was almost as if the Kharu-Natjer cleaned house.

"Where are your friends?" Chres asked one of the women leading the way.

"They be." Was all the woman answered.

"They be where?" He asked more persistently.

"Not they be this tunnel." The other woman said.

Chres narrowed his eyes but took it that he likely wouldn't get much more from them. Instead he turned his attention to his comrades.

The army of touch had graciously tended to their wounds, providing the few touch healers that they had to spare. Still though, He had little doubt in his mind that, they like him, were tired from today's earlier battle. It was a fortunate thing that the army spared them soldiers for this last battle. The question was, would it be enough?

"Its been a long day." Chres said wearily to the others. "How are you all holding up?"

[Assistant]
Jen had managed to reunite with the group amidst the din of the invading army versus the cultists' legion. He noticed that among his fellow pactmakers that they were accompanied by soldiers. It felt odd being in the presence of military member, but it was unsurprising given who one of their members was and the nature of the situation. He figured, that it might help to have additional members with them. He was afraid his encounter with Syella would have delayed him, but it seemed he had arrived more or less on time.

Ahead of them lay the tunnels beneath Shimmertown. Once again, they'd have to go in again, and once again they'd have to rely on the Kharu-Natjer's people to guide them. He didn't care for going back in again, but it sure beat the alternative of a head on attack against a horde of cultists. Chres would speak, asking about how they're feeling. Jen would look at his direction as he was reminded of his deal with Syella. That was a thing he was going to need to work out sooner than later.

Pocketing the lone jade crystal, he'd be the first to answer Chres' question, "It's been surprisingly productive. But I worried I was going to be late. I wonder how many sightless are going to greet us? The good news is we should be plenty equipped to take them on." He'd give a coy smile as he was obviously hinting at something.

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Chres

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"Equipped?" Chres repeated. "It seems Sil unfortunately lost our crystal jade during their fake-out. If I'm not mistaken, Lynx, Octavio, you've lost yours as well, correct? It also seems that crystal jade is rare amongst our soldier friends. I personally worry we aren't equipped enough. How about you Karina? Do you still have yours?"

[Assistant]
"Even though you have all been briefed about what the cultists and most importantly, the sightless can do, we don't know the exact limit of their powers, so keep your eyes open and expect the worse." Karina said with a firm voice to the soldiers she was leading as she made her way together with the group down the tunnel they were supposed to meet the Kharu-Natjer.

Meeting with their guides, the group proceeded as they guided them through series of tunnels. While Karina did notice that the two females that were guiding them didn't seem to have the common characteristics most Kharu-Natjer had, like the silver hair and the tanned skin, she didn't think much of it. She knew just how secretive the Kharu-Natjer were and the presence of the soldiers probably made them be a bit more careful with their secrets and their own identities... That was, until she noticed that the many crystal jade candles that previously dotted the tunnels weren't there anymore, saving for a few. With the arrival of the Military of Touch, the Kharu-Natjer knew how serious the situation was about to become and disappeared like smoke, taking their things with them. It seemed that these two guides were the last help they would be able to expect from them for now.

With a discreet nod and a few hand signals, Karina informed the soldiers behind her to be alert. While she didn't really expected the Kharu-Natjer to betray them, it didn't hurt to be cautious. Besides, even if they didn't have the intention of betraying them, it was clear that they could not expect any other help from the Kharu-Natjer other than guiding them. Their very guides might as well be disposable, for all she understood about them.

"They're gone, Chres. This is probably the last bit of help we can expect from them." she said in a serious tone.

"Well, at least they're smart. If I were in their position, I would be gone as soon as possible too. It would be insane for them to hang around while the Military and the Cult are in what basically is an open war..." Akai said, shrugging as she followed Karina, flying just behind her.

Karina was about to reply to Chres when he asked her about the crystal jade candle when Akai began to search for something under the folds of her kimono.

"It should be somewhere around here... Oh, here it is!" she said, producing a crystal jade candle from under her kimono.

"Next time you guys need someone to be the bait, don't count on me. I already did enough and even brought back the candle." Akai said as she handed the candle to Karina, with a rather smug expression.

"Thanks Akai." Karina said, getting the candle and handing it over to Chres.

"It is as you said. We are not exactly well equipped regarding crystal jade candles, but we will need to do the possible with what we have." she said, sighing.


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Age: Looks like a fully-matured woman, around 30.

When you were turned: unknown, all she knows of life is being a vampire.

Clothes: Often seen in traditional Mohawk garb – a poncho-like tunic called an overdress and a wraparound skirt with shorter leggings.

Hair: A dark rich brown with forest green highlights throughout it, gathered in a long, loose braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and breast.

Eyes: Emerald green with swirls of cerulean blue.

Weapons: none

Powers:

- Mother Earth –
Mo can commune with the spirits of the flora around her. She speaks with the plants, and feels their joy and pain. It is in her nature to protect them, to fight for them against human destruction. They see her as a mother of sorts, and bend to her will. As she fights for them, they to, will fight for her. In short, Mohowauuck can commune with and control plants, including speeding up their growth and reproduction.

- Wild Shape –
Lady Mo is just as attuned to fauna as she is to flora. Mo can take on the shape of any animal found in the Northeastern forests of North America, as these are the homelands she was born to. (Wolf, bear, fox, etc…) Mohowauuck is most commonly seen in the form of a giant arctic white wolf, making her one of the only vampires to gain the respect of and sometimes even the following of the werewolves.

- Colors of the Wind –
Mohowauuck can channel her emotions into the forces of nature, sometimes without even realizing it. Where one's sadness might be expressed in tears, Mo's despair brings the clouds and rain. When Lady Mo is angered, the raging storms and blizzards can wreak havoc and destruction upon humanity.

-Spirit Speaker –
It is a common Native American belief that all living things have a spirit and a name. Lady Mo can sense the spirits of those around her, both the living and the dead. And should they choose to speak to her, she will always listen and maybe even respond to their needs.

Bio/Personality: Being an ageless immortal, Mohowauuck has a cold aloofness towards others. The only humans she has taken company with were the original peoples of the US, as they were the only humans she ever encountered with a true respect for the earth and religious relationship with nature. She fought alongside the natives in what is now NY that's modern day tribe name shares a likeness to her own chosen name. Mohowauuck is the Algonkian word for man-eaters, as the enemy tribe often called the group of people she led in battle. As a vampire, she sired a few warriors in her fight against humanity, and their pension for partaking of their enemy's blood in battle did not go unnoticed, apparently. Lady Mohowauuck wears the name with pride, as do her chosen people, who have simplified it to the Mohawks.

Lady Mo is fierce in battle, a combination of the forces of nature, a Mohawk warrior, and a savage beast. She does see herself as a goddess of sorts, a protector of the lands. She believes that being a vampire is superior to humanity, as the vile humans need a predator to limit their existence and their potential to destroy the Earth. As a self-proclaimed Mother Earth, she needs to protect her child the only way she knows how… to take down any enemy in her path.

[User] "I'm going to scout the area. I know Kilo Point very well, and I will be able to tell what we are up against. It looks like the humans have been snooping around Magnus' hideout already. Don't worry, I will avoid being discovered and shall report back long before daybreak. Fortify the base and get communications up with the east coast vampires. I don't want the humans to regain access to their nuclear weapons." Mithias set off on foot toward the SOLDIER base.

[Assistant] "Allison, Tell Second Squad to get ready. we got a Kill or Capture target just left the site." Katya said quickly training her sights on the Vampire. Mithias, she thought his name was. responsible to turning a Valued ally for SOLDIER into a Freak Show Vampire. Oh how the tides of War will turn if they bag him for Torture and Interrogation.

[User] "Got it." Allison replied and turned her radio on. "Team 2, we got a high priority target which just left the site. Capture him alive or neutralize him. Sniper Team 1 and 2 will provide cover. Over.". After she transmited the orders she waited a bit for the confirmation of team 2 and then moved back into position. "Missed anything?" she asked as she resumed her duty as a spotter.

[Assistant]
Mithias made his way casually through the wilderness before arriving at the scrapheap that was now Kilo Point city. Going slow gave him time to be wary, and to think. They had survived a full month now since the war officially began, but there were still a lot of enemies to kill, a lot of necessary slaughter to be had. Kaminokage had yet to be seen. Presumably, Kami had suffered severe injuries at the hands of Magnus, and any human, bionic or otherwise would need time to heal. The psychotic Purge were much less than they had been since human infrastructure had been broken down. Hopefully, they would have no chance to create more robotic vampire hunters, but their secret labs had not yet been discovered.

Various roads in the city were warded with armed humans and fires. Of course people still lived here, and they had to band together for support just as the vampires did. The lights in KP Soldier base were on, but of course it was a military base, not a shelter. There was no way it could function if it served as a refugee camp for the entire city. Mithias recalled visions of the past, sights from within the base, a summer sunset long ago. He remembered the white tanks rolling up Main street pouring fire out their muzzles. He would see those days come to an end forever.

Mithias lept high and climbed up the back of an old apartment building. From the top he could look around much more effectively, as the darkness hid nothing from his vampire sight. He walked to the ledge, not half as cautiously as he would have had he been back in his Soldier days, hunting his own kind like a fool. Alone, he let his eyes unfocus for a moment and drift down to the streetcorner below. It was wide and round, like the one he had last played on. Had he forgotten the violin? Had he forgotten than humans made that, could feel emotion, and had he forgotten the mercy of the blonde hunter who had spared his life in Alaska? ...the pact he had made with his father, and where was the lying devil now?! He had escaped him, like always, and had certainly not invited 'the boy.' It was obvious why. Mithias was dead to him, just as he had said, and always had been since his creation. "When you look upon me, all you can see are my ashes." Mithias repeated, settling into cold acceptance of eternity abandoned.

A plane took off from within KP base. So, Soldier still had air power did they?

[User]
Now that he had calmed down Hale was intrigued by this 'surprise for him'. Did she bring something back? Did she have some kind of plan?
He was surprised to see a young girl introduced.
"Mother, you're finally here."
'surprise for him.'
'mother'
"a vampire-werewolf hybrid."
'for him.'
A deep sense of horror overcame Hale as it dawned on him what might be going on.
Was she... How? When? He didn't remember a thing. Vampire magic!
He couldn't imagine how, but it was possible. Wasn't she a shape shifter? Could she appear human?
A few possible candidates from a fitting time ago popped up. How old would she be?
"I-Uh.. Hello Ash." Carefully he shook her hand. "How is that possible? I thought vampires and werewolves couldn't eh.. "

[Assistant]
Lady Mo chuckled at Hale's obvious befuddlement. "Well, vampires and werewolves can certainly try to procreate." she said with a a hint of a wink in her eyes. "The prophecy has been fulfilled, I have become The Great Mother, the founder of a new race - A new era. She is my daughter in that I created her, she did not spring forth from my loins, as is traditional. My body is dead, but hers is something different, eternally alive and able to reproduce. But there is more: she can create more like her with a simple bite, we've experimented a bit. Humans will turn, as will werewolves, but vampires..." her words halted in a brief silence. "They don't turn, exactly." Mohowauuck could continue to gush on, as any proud mother would, but Aislinn spoke up.

"Come now Mother, you speak too highly of me, I am too young to be anything great." she blushed deeper when she realized how much this man was staring at her and she began to intently study the ground.

"Okay, okay, just one last quite important thing. She can walk in the sunlight, all the hybrids can. I said this was a surprise for you, because the wolves you brought with you shall be granted the gift of her blood. All of my wolves will. Today, we build an army."


[System]
Appearance:

No especially unusual features except for his Darkness Wielder glove and his signature pen and scalpel.
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Birth place: Galio

Weight: 175 lbs/ 79kg

Height: 6.1 ft/ 1.84m

Personality: Olivier is a soft spoken and formal individual, with a penchant for being condescending. Hard to surprise, frighten, or excite, he keeps a stiff upper lip about most anything. He is a determined person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it, and won't be swayed by petty things like empathy or remorse (although he does possess the former, it's just that he prioritizes himself to the point where the feelings and even lives of others become background noise). When someone else starts becoming a key component in one of his schemes, he will adopt the behaviour most conducive to luring that person in. As a result, Olivier has developed a high proficiency both with lying and knowing when he is being lied to over time. He can be very patient and friendly if someone is of great importance to his machinations, and might even develop feelings over time, but he will always be out for himself first and foremost. Lastly, Olivier is both amused and angered by gullible people.

Bio: When he was a young boy in the city-state of Galio, Olivier was thought to manifest an affinity for fire wielding, and was trained appropriately. He was quite mediocre at the art of bending the flames, however, much to the chagrin of both his mentor and himself. Olivier just seemed to have plateaued hard after easily mastering beginning techniques. Eventually, the school for young wielders where Olivier was then studying had to endure some budget cuts in light of the new war tolls, and the number of students had to be reduced accordingly. This was done in a series of one versus one fights where students that wielded the same element were pitted against one another.

Olivier had to fight against one of his old friends. None of them minded that a loss meant being expelled, they were both highly competitive. Even before the battle started, they mockingly decided it would be a "battle to the death" and shook hands over that. After half an hour of thrashing, where Olivier won purely on the grounds of superior stamina and tactics rather than wielding, his exhausted friend conceded. Then, "The Contractor" was born.

The moment Olivier's friend conceded, shadowy arms started coalescing around him, tearing him apart with numerous amorphous mouths with razor-sharp teeth. It was a massacre. Even as the teachers tried to intervene, the shadowy appendages consumed the student whole, as though immune to the teachers' wielding. After there was nothing left to be devoured, the shadowy arms faded away.

A disturbed Olivier was quickly moved to the Principal's office, where the latter explained to him all about the advanced Dark wielding type and the way his special power worked. He was thereafter made to promise never to consciously make use of that power again, or even speak about it. Even at that age, Olivier was considering his new-found abilities with curiosity and apprehensiveness rather than abject horror, so, when he did accept the Principal's demands, it was not sincere.

Then followed years of honing his skills, both general-Dark and related to his unique talent, leaving many dead or scarred in his wake. In the interlope world, he became known as simply "The Contractor". Amused by this moniker and his call to Fame, Olivier decided to give himself a distinguishing feature: As such, wherever he travels, he wears a black suit with a small, white notebook protruding from one of his front pockets, next to a sharp, thin scalpel.

Olivier decided to follow Rohad Academy for the specific reason that he had gotten intel from his various sources about the oncoming war, and sees participating in that event as a way to further push the limits of his power.

Wielder or Dual Wielder: Olivier knows a tiny bit of fire wielding through sheer repetition, which has gone down from lack of use over the years. Now, without straining himself, he can barely light a cigarette. So, for all intents and purposes, he's almost completely a Darkness wielder.

Element: Darkness. He uses Darkness wielding in two ways:

1. His unique power, Contract. Once he strikes a deal with a person wherein whomever loses has to give up either their life, a limb, a sense, or years of their life, the contract cannot be interfered with. The catch is that the people who enter in contracts with Olivier have to do it willingly, of their own accord. Now, if there is a breach of contract, the penalty will be exacted by horrors of Darkness, greatly empowered by the Contract to the point where they cannot be defeated, not even by Darkness wielders with more power and experience than Olivier himself. The contract can be two-sided (like a fight to the death) or one sided (like Olivier going on a quest for someone or vice-versa). For the sake of drama and to give himself authenticity, Olivier often makes small cuts with a scalpel on the fingers of himself and whomever he is making a contract with, and having the contract meticulously written down in his notebook with a pencil and then signed in blood. This is however optional (something which many people do not actually know about The Contractor, and a way in which many have lost their lives). It is said that The Contractor himself never lost any of his own contracts, but whether this is genuine truth or hyperbole, nobody knows.

It is important to note that over half of the people who make contracts with Olivier (aside from two-sided ones) DO NOT lose them. This has helped him become quite respected and trusted with the black market folks and the criminal underworld, not just feared and avoided.

2. Other more normal Darkness powers. He can envelop targets in darkness, jamming their senses, elongate his fingers into blades of darkness useful for both slashing and piercing, tap into the surrounding darkness at night to improve his senses, and create illusory eyes to spy at a distance. Whenever Olivier wins a contract that results in a death, or wins a number of contracts that total up to a death in a weird way of Dark mathematics (for example, having three people bet their eye sight away is equivalent to having one bet his life away), his normal Darkness powers improve by 0.5%. Olivier is currently 47.5% more powerful than the normal Darkness wielder of his age and experience, having killed (or equivalently maimed) 95 people with his contracts.

Weapon: His wielding and he sometimes hires henchmen, either with money or secrets.

[User]
Nova stood back away from the conflict, watching from a safe distance. With all of the Wielders at each others throats Nova knew that she probably wouldn't stand a chance is they all started fighting again, especially now that her weapon had been destroyed. Poking her head out from behind a nearby tree, she watched with wonder at Olivier's dark and mysterious power. She had never heard of another Wielder with abilities like his, so terrifying and fascinating at the same time. "I'm sure glad I'm on your good side." She mumbled to herself with a chuckle, hiding as yet another Wielder showed up, spouting flames where flames should not have been. "This is getting ridiculous."

Sensing Olivier's rage, Nova stepped out, hoping to see the situation to a conclusion. She hesitated, looking at the others before rushing off after Olivier, recognizing him as her only ally at that moment. "I'll give you some company." She smiled warmly in an attempt to make him feel better, not liking to see people she considered friends upset.

[Assistant]
Rhea looked towards the dark magic wielder. He was just as much of a cocky ass as their captive, but he was ultimately strong, and willing. With a small sigh, Rhea sheathed her whips, keeping her gauntlets on. She stood up fully, confidently, and started to walk forward. Before she did though, she noticed how the darkness wielder had lingered on the girl with blue eyes, and she felt like gagging.

Romance? Already? First he tries to kill someone, now he's all starstruck. What a creep. Albeit a successful creep. With a roll of her eyes, she caught up with the dark wielder and the blue eyed lady. She looked at them, her expression blank. "I don't know how you like to function. I do know that you like to lead though, so as long as you stick to my directions, you can command. Just until we get out of here. I can help you, and I'll make a good follower. For now. As for you, lady friend. I don't care about how we interact." She started to recall her map that she had made in the dirt, although she had veered to the left, she knew it was the same idea.

She waited patiently for a response, her hands feeling like small weights under her gauntlets. She didn't hate the accessory, and excepted it as her sign of power. She wondered what others thought about them, and the thought made her tune out. She forgot about the dark wielder and sighed, her rapid thoughts taking over. "If you need gauntlets to wield, who found this out? Did people keep dying? Or was it just fashionable and it worked. What if I took off my gauntlets?" She muttered, talking to no one but herself.

[User]
Adeen's eyes flitted back and forth between everyone who had gathered here.

Hm . . . I don't like him, I maybe don't like her, she's alright I think, she's wierd, aaaand I like his fire! thought Adeen about Olivier, Nova, Rhiannon, Rhea and Lao, respectively. Of course, most of her judgment came from how they looked like and ow they acted - she didn't bother too much to listen to what they were saying. Her impromptu judgment was of course not created on who would make the best allies but on who looked like the friendliest. Lao was of course, on the same level as Rhiannon in this case, he just got bonus points for letting Adeen witness his blue flame.

Adeen just stood there and waited, her heels bouncing about, anxious for them to stop talking already. Of course she wasn't concerned about their topic of discussion and would much rather run to where Lao was and pester him endlessly with questions, but she thought of herself as a girl that was raised properly, and girls who raised properly don't interrupt other people's conversations.

And so, she waited.

. . .

For about a grand total of one minute, then she took off. Then again, given her usual patience, this was an accomplishment

The twelve year old shot forward towards Lao, right as Olivier turned around. Her excitement agitated the fire inside her, and as she ran towards the other fire user, various things in her path were set ablaze. Rocks, plants, trees, water - if it was near her, it was probably already on fire.In fact, a good portion of the jungle around them was lit up and on fire.

Of course, as she had no intention of actually burning anything and was just excited, the fire reflected that; nothing was consumed by the flames. They stood as they were, seemingly unaffected, but still radiating heat. It was quite suffocating really.

Then Adeen reached Lao and set herself on fire with excitement - again, literally.

"That blue fire wash - I mean was - so pwetty~!" she exclaimed, pausing momentarily to correct her lisp. "You have to have to have to HAVETA SHYAOW ME HOW TA DO DAT~!"

[Assistant]
Nova looked at Rhea with confusion, sensing some of her agitation, though at what she couldn't tell. Instead of dwelling on it Nova chose to wear a smile and extend her hand in greeting. "I'm Nova, it's a pleasure to meet you." She hoped that she could become friends with the Wielder too. She didn't seem to be as unique as some of the others with her Wielding element, but the skills and quick thinking displayed by the girl were brilliant in her eyes. The eyes that had begun wandering now that things had cooled off between everyone. Nova had reached her limit at suppressing her extra 'sense', all of the feelings of the jungle now pouring in.

She could feel other students in the distance, animals and plant life alike, the life of the very forest surrounding them were all things she could "see". Usually it was toned down, but this was the result of trying to ignore it all... Even if it were only for a brief amount of time. Her distracted gaze wouldn't hinder her ability to keep up with Olivier and Rhea, however she had begun humming a song softly to herself, admiring the scenery as they walked on.

[User]
Olivier was glad to see Nova come after him. For a while now, he really did start to view her innocence and plain lucidity as just pleasant traits, not just tools, as hard as it was for him to admit to enjoying another human being's company. He was somewhat surprised, however, when the lightning wielder came along. This was much of a mixed blessing - on one hand, she was as strong as him, which said a lot considering his Contract boost, and also well rested; on the other hand, her arbitrary sense of "morality" might prove to be a hindrance in the future. In the end, he decided the benefits outweighed the cons. That didn't stop him from being a tad ironic, however. "Welcome aboard! As long as you don't find yourself passionately discoursing about the sanctity of life in the middle of battle, I'm sure we'll be able to tolerate one another."

Saying that, he noticed that Nova trailed a bit behind them, taking in the scenery. Space wielders could be weird indeed, but Olivier was not frightened for her now, that he saw the girl having better dodging reflexes than him. He still, however, said to her "Try not to veer off too far back, please, Nova.".

Meanwhile, the lightning wielder seemed to inspect her gauntlets intently. Her question was something that puzzled Olivier too for the longest time, and it was only a year previous that he had found out. "I happen to have quite a good understanding of how we got to gloves, actually." he explained, quickly adding, with a small grin: "It is, however, the case, that I have illegally broken into an archive to find out, which may or may not have required silencing one or two guard. So, would you like me to explain, or would that make you feel complicit in murder?"


[System]
Sex: F
Age: 17
House: Odd-Eyes House

Duel Disk: Looks like a big rolled up scroll and produces green fields. A short retractable blade can extend outwards from the distal end. The proximal end houses a secondary holographic projector.

Personality: Personable but predatory.

History: A trainee Iga ninja and duel disk technician from the Aichi prefecture out to complete her 100-man trial and be acknowledged by her clan. Since killing 100 people and getting away with it in modern Japan is quite difficult so modern shinobi have switched to duel monsters. As such Minoru is trained in the Iga clan's Ambush Duel style which hybridizes ninja techniques and action dueling. She has infiltrated Saotome Duel Institute to test her mettle against the students and complete her trial.

She also has a friendly rivalry with a Koga trainee named Fujita Shun.

Wish: The fall of the Japanese government and a return to the warring states era.

Deck:
Solar Legacy
Yosenju Aman
Level 4 Wind Beast-Warrior
0700/0200
Effect: When this monster is destroyed by battle, it's controller takes 2000 damage. This effect cannot be negated. If this monster is sent to the graveyard, return it to its owner's hand.

Preparations For An Ambush
Action Field Magic
You can use Action Cards, but you can only have 1 Action Card in your hand. This card does not count as being part of your deck for the purposes of deck construction.
* Activate the following effect only if your opponent refuses a duel: Play this field; initiate a duel with your opponent. If you do, you automatically receive the first turn and skip your opponent's first turn.

Yosenju Kama 1 x2
Yosenju Kama 2 x2
Yosenju Kama 3 x2
Yosenju Tsujik x2
Yosenju Kodam x1
Yosenju Shinchu L x2
Yosenju Shinchu R x2
Yosenju Magat x2
Yosenju Misak x1
Yosenju Oyam x2
Mayosenju Daibak x2
Yosenju Aman* x1
Goe Goe the Gallant Ninja x1
Masked Ninja Ebisu x1
Lady Ninja Yae x1
Yosenju's Divine Mountain Winds x2
Yosen Training Grounds x2
Yosen Whirlwind x1
Divine Wind of Mist Valley x1
Spring of Rebirth x1
Jackpot 7 x3
Dark Hole x2
Creature Swap x2
Mystic Box x1
Illusion Ninjitsu Art of Hazy Shuriken** x1
Dimensional Fissure x1
Yosenju's Secret Move x3
Dizzying Winds of Yosen Village x1
Vanity's Emptiness x2
Macro Cosmos x1
Waboku x2
Ninja Smoke Ball** x2
Rainbow Life x2
Torrential Tribute x1
Ninjitsu Art of Transformation x1
Hyper Quick!** x1
Trap Reclamation x2
Spell Reclamation x1
Seven Tools of the Bandit
Fuhma Shuriken
Opti-Camouflage Armor
Molting Escape
Smoke Grenade of the Thief
Kunai With Chain
Blast With Chain
Sword of Kusanagi
Doppelganger
Cursed Bamboo Sword
Soul Devouring Bamboo Sword
Great Kite of Ninja**
Raigeki
Labyrinth Wall
Pineapple Blast
Guard Mines
Adhesive Explosive
Preparations For An Ambush*

2/20/17 - Removed 1 Yosenju Kodam, 1 Yosenju Misak, 1 Yosen Whirlwind; Added 1 Spell Reclamation, 1 Trap Reclamation, 1 Dimensional Fissure

[User]
"HAH! I knew you were afraid of the Power of the Pyramid! IT IS AS THE DEVIL SAID!" triumphantly declared at the girl. "Or perhaps you don't wish to cross paths against the Absolute Sovereign of the Damned! EITHER WAY YOU SHALL PERI- Fyodor was monologuing as he made his draw. But just as soon the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell drew his card, someone took the opportunity to intrude as the Gauntlet allowed for.

The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell slowly turned his helmet to face the hatted man who, strangely did not have any bruises or dings on his head. Fyodor swore that was one of the targets he threw one of his many bricks at. Perhaps it was some different preppy? After awhile the mundane non-devil worshippers tended blend in together.

Well at least that one provided a useful note about the name of that other target. Fyodor made a mental note to remember the name Ayami for future brick throwing or other mayhem causing destruction. Behind the helmet did the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell watch as a pitiful bobble-headed swordsman charged against the Absolute Sovereign of the Damned. And that's when Konstantinovich noticed that its ability came into play.

There was certainly an expression under his helmet upon seeing Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned get sent to the graveyard. Of course, as was typical it was not a long visit as Dokurorider Heisei arose out with Dokurorider. Heisei hugged the classic, as Fyodor banished Dokurorider.

"Where is my brick?" Fyodor demanded as he looked at the card he drew. A monster was set onto the field face down in defense mode. In his squatting position he glanced at Matt.

"No. Seriously. Where is my brick? You're not dead, so clearly you would've read it. It was supposed to be returned back to the address. I listed it there for a reason." He nodded towards his Pyramid Turtle.

"Now Pyramid Turtle attack..."

A dramatic pause was utilized. He solemnly nodded at Pyramid Turtle as he slowly craned his head towards Nekroz of Valkyrus. "...the Sorcerer. The Infernal One demands me to make this command of you Pyramid Turtle! GO FORTH WITH YOUR SLOW AND STEADY SURGE!"

Fyodor raised both of his arms skywards as he awaited the 1700 LP drop that was sure to come from Pyramid Turtle's suicidal mission to battle against Nekroz of Valkyrus. Now he just needed to see how this played about before going on with the rest of his Battle Phase.

The Pyramid Turtle's signature pyramid-shaped turtle shell cracked as the monster faded away from the aftermath of the attack and entered the Graveyard. The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell began to wax poetics as he deliberately held out his right hand to hold an imaginary object.

"Alas, poor Pyramid Turtle! I knew him. A fellow of infinite mirth and of most infinite fancy..."

Konstantinovich utilized a dramatic pause.

"This is not time for mourning, as Pyramid Turtle shall live on through his special ability and the monster he brought forth."

Another dramatic pause was utilized as from the shattered remains of the Pyramid emerged another Pyramid Turtle.

"Now Pyramid Turtle, you carry on the legacy of an esteemed servant of the damned! GO FORTH AND SHOW YOUR RACING SPIRIT! ATTACK THE SAMURAI!"

Now this Pyramid Turtle went to go destroy Sasuke Samurai 4. And again, he just needed to wait and see how it would play before moving once again with his Battle Phase.

There was certainly an expression underneath the helmet as The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell watched as the coin was flipped, once then re-done because of that little spell card and the result of it caused Pyramid Turtle to be destroyed but without activating his special ability and taking that Samurai down with it, but that was just between him and the Devil

Still squatting, Fyodor pointed at the two of them. "I know the two of you are terrified of the great fury of the Pyramid Turtle's racing spirit... He waggled his finger, "But despite the current absence, the power of the pyramid will haunt your dreams from henceforth."

He then simply pointed at Nekroz of Valkyrus, as Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned revved up his engines to perform a wheelie to destroy the sorcerer.

Another dramatic pause was used by Fyodor Leo Konstantinovich as he saw the face down card, revealed to be Storming Mirror Force, flip up. Dokurorider Heisei - Absolute Sovereign of the Damned turned his head back towards the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell as he popped off the field and into his hand.

"Oh the nightmares you two will have. It won't be a good night sleep for the two of you; but I'm going to get a rather strong sleep based on you two boring me to sleep." Fyodor raised his arms upwards as he began yawning, he flicked his left index and middle fingers at the both of theme to demonstrate that he was finished with his turn.

[Assistant]
Bidding on time? Was this lady trying to say she was some kind of garbage pro? Was this some kind of high-profile trashcan he was unaware of? The gloomy boy shook the filthmaven's hand absentmindedly, finding it unpleasantly sticky. Probably from a juice carton or something.

"Eh?", the boy said, sounding genuinely surprised. He opened a moist towelette and cleaned off his hand-shaking hand as he spoke.

"Whoa, let's slow down a little, lady... We're trash buddies, don't get me wrong, but I'm not gonna let you touch my deck with your nasty garbage hands. I don't know where those things have been. I, uh... Maybe later, after you take a shower or seven."

An awkward pause settled over the two. Cicadas chirped in the distance. The boy coughed quietly.

"So, er... Rock-Paper-Scissors, then?"

Being a great lover of paper and the paper recycling bin, the boy, of course, threw rock.

* My character shook your character's hand
* My character refused your character's request to see his deck.
* My character did rock-paper-scissors (to decide who goes first).
* He threw rock.

[User]
"Uh...ok!"

She eyed her opponent closely.

Statistically most RPS players open with rock. Therefore...

She waits a split second and sees that yes, the boy throws out rock. She, of course, throws out paper.

"Oh would you look at that. I guess I go first >.>. Also my hands are not that sticky >:|"

She shuffled her deck and slid it into her disk.

[Assistant]
The boy with the guitar seemed a little distraught at Drake's comment, pouting to show his disapproval but not speaking out, in the back of his mind hoping that it wasn't him after all.

"Well. You can consider me as... not weak!" he blurted out, making an awkward expression, obviously not knowing exactly what to say. Then, trying to save face, his duel disk activated, deck shuffling within the deck compartment. "I'll even let you go first." he added.

Leaned outside the auditorium was a boy chewing a toothpick and stroking his hair. A look at his duel disk suggested he was at 4500 lifepoints- he had dueled someone before- and won. As he noticed another person passing by, his eyes lit up, turning his attention to that person.

"Hey" the boy said to Cooler. "You don't look like you've faced anybody," he took the toothpick out of his mouth, "yet. You one of them losers try'na hide from the competition to the very last second? Think you can take on all the stronger folks that show way at the end? Trust me boy. I've been there, done that. Gotta pick 'em out while the pickin's good. See, back at home, I was a fry cook. Back then it was just me and this here spatuler." He produced a steel spatula out of his pocket, twirling the handle around his index finger.

"So. I don't suppose you're itchin' for a duel too badly but see, you ain't gotta choice. Compared to all the other folks, you look pretty dang strong, so I reckon the two of us would've faced off eventually. Amirite?" the boy smirked, putting the toothpick back in his mouth, still holding onto the spatula.

[User]
The boy looked at the lady's hand while she projected frantically, talking about sticky hands even though nobody asked her. What kind of garbage diver gets self-conscious about being dirty, anyway? Was her head okay?

"...Hey. Maybe not my place to ask this, but... Are you really a student here?"

He pointed at her duel disk.

"Since, you know, I'm pretty sure a student would know that duel disks have an autoshuffle function... And also how to play rock-paper-scissors."

He folded his arms and sighed. Well, even if she was some kind of disabled hobo, a person was a person. 100 wins wasn't something you could accomplish quickly if you were choosy. He explained as best he could, voice tinged with pity.

"Okay... So you clearly, you have a vague idea of how this works. But, see, the thing about rock-paper-scissors is that you have to go at the same time. Otherwise it defeats the purpose of even playing, right? So let's try this again..."

He halted after each part this time, so she could follow along.

"Rock..."

"Paper..."

"Scissors."

He was committed to rock, so the boy threw rock a second time.

"See? The timing's not so hard. Let's do it for real this time."

He made a fist and brought his hand back up.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

* My character questioned if your character was a student here
* My character cited how your character didn't seem to understand duel disks
* My character also cited how your character went late on rock paper scissors
* My character gave a short explanation on the mechanics of rock paper scissors
* He demonstrated, throwing rock
* My character then did rock paper scissors again, this time to decide who goes first
* What my character threw was not revealed. Try thinking of this like a puzzle.


[System]
Nickname: The Gruff (Human)/ "The King Of Monsters" (Beast)

(Minus the Sword)

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Guild:  Vyper Bolt

Rank: S-Class

Personality: Matt is a proud and honorable member of his guild Vyper Bolt, despite usually being silent most of the time. He is a very kind and protective person towards his guild mates and will protect anyone that are in harm's way, even if his opponent is stronger than him. Yet if a person harms his guild or anyone he cares for deeply, he will go full berserk on his opponent and would show no mercy on him/her until they are permanently broken.

History:  Matisuki Kiryuin was born in a small and quiet village with his parents, his dad being a retired wizard for the Vyper Bolt guild. As a child, he was born with special powers that would allow him to sometimes grow reptilian, beast-like scales and parts at will. The reason that he was able to do such feats, was because his father had the same abilities, which was the Take Over magic ability. When Matt was old enough, at age 8, his father began teaching him how to control and wield this magic to his advantage.

By the time he was 18, Matt had already mastered the ability of Take Over, having the ability to transform his arms into massive reptilian ones. So he was taken into the Vyper Bolt guild and served as his father's partner. Yet several years into his acceptance, utter tragedy broke out. While serving his father on a mission to stop a rampaging demon from destroying a village, it managed to crush and ultimately kill his father. Matt saw the whole event with his own bare eyes and was most devastated by this.

Rage and adrenaline built up within Matt's body and transformed him into a giant reptilian beast, the Lizardman Beast Soul. Thanks to his new powers, he was able to avenge his father's death by going fully berserk on it, ultimately destroying it. The next day after the fight, his father's funeral then took place. For several days Matisuki became depressed over his father's death, until making a vow that he will continue his father's work and serve his guild with pride and honor. He has been doing so for over a decade, resulting in his promotion as an S-Class Wizard and is arguably one of the most powerful members in Vyper Bolt.

Magic: Take Over (Kaiju Soul/Lizardman)

Other:

The Honorable Warrior

Awakening Of The Beast

The Beast Berserks!

[User] Kyuuten stood over the felled demon his flanges settling. "Oh yeah, who's next? I'll barbecue the lot of 'em!!" He celebrated with wide grin as Kara's persona took over momentarily. Kyuuten's much more relaxed demeanor returned as Black Mamba called for him. "Yeah, let's go lend a hand." He sheathed his sword and rushed over to her with Meteor taking her hand swiftly.

[Assistant]
Matisuki Kiryuin - Cedar Town

Matisuki continues to charge through the demon's, almost totally unaware of the nightmares that affect the rest of his guild members. It seems as if nothing could stop him... until Matisuki stopped dead in his tracks. Just several feet away from him, with his vision going blurry, he sees his father standing motionlessly. He couldn't believe his own eyes. How could he be alive? He looks so real, so pure, just as he remembers him from long ago. Matisuki begins slowly walking towards his father mesmerized, blocking out any demon that tries to get ahold of him.

Suddenly, without warning, a giant demon forms out of the black fog and roars at Matisuki. It looked exactly like the one he and his father fought so many years ago... when they were partners. Yet this was the same demon... that killed Matisuki's father. A horrified reaction run downs the warrior's face as his soul runs cold with fear.

"Father!" he calls out as he begins running towards him with all of his fight, transforming his fists into Kaijrian fists. Yet alas, the demon's fist crushes down on the old nobleman as blood splatters across the floor, some landing on Matisuki's face. The warrior's face begins to tremble as he looks upon the remains of his father. Then with a violent outburst he leaps in order to punch the demon in the face, only to punch nothing but smoke and dust. This was nothing more... than a nightmare. Matisuki was already on the verge of breaking down, realizing that he was fooled by his own memories. Yet he remembers the rest of his path... he overcame that horrible memory and brought honor towards his father. He would be proud to see him as a strong S-Class warrior.

As demon's began to swarm around him, Matisuki's emotions turned from grief into what he would call 'honorable anger.' With another violent roar, he manages to smash the demons around him and tries to find the demons responsible for this deception. More demons try to push him back, but seemed to fail as he pushed them right off. He was PISSED. And he will smash the ones responsible!

[User]
Ajax Thera - Council Member

As dangerous as it was for the hooded figure to place his hand so close to Ajax's face, the large Wizard Saint didn't bat an eye. Rather, he simply kept his thousand-yard stare on the mystery man. "You've shown us more than you think," Ajax responded simply, setting down his empty mug. "You aren't the first of your kind and you won't be the last. After you run away with your tail between your legs in... fifteen minutes or so, you'll take the information you gathered on Fiore's mages and try to work a way around their strengths."

The large man stood up from his seat. "Only your new plan will be worthless." Ajax let out a sigh and began walking away. "Where's the restroom here? And make sure he doesn't escape while I'm occupied. That was directed to you, Alec." After being given the directions Ajax walked calmly out of the room. It was only when he was out of the Masters' sight did he break into a sprint. Drinking too much hot cocoa had its side effects.

Piper Hatfield - Ms. One Shot

After informing Aiden and Oriel, Piper was again abandoned as Aiden carried Oriel away and used a spell to travel faster. "Ugh, of course," she said to herself. Out of politeness, Piper gave a reassuring look to the storeowner that seemed to care about Aiden before taking off in a jog. She wasn't unfit, but running around like some kind of errand-girl seemed to exhaust her a lot more than, say, running for her life.

[Assistant]
Sable Rhodroth - Wretched One

Ethereal light vanished into the air as the teleporter finished its job, leaving Sable amongst a bunch of crazed guildmates. He sidestepped a feral slash from Cynthia out of instinct, his eyes narrowing in her on hysterical expression. Something was off, everyone that had just arrived was acting like dogs in a corner and that didn't even begin to explain the sudden color change of his scarf. He gripped the black scaled-cloth.

He had to figure out what was going on but he wanted to save Cynthia first. It would be tough, especially if it seemed like she'd be attacking him with everything she had. He'd have to do something to snap her out of it but what?

Smashing his fist together, flames barreled over his forearms before releasing outwards in the form of a shocking but harmless heatwave. "Wake up, Cyn! I need you on my team!" he yelled out.

[User]
Cedar Town

"Two woke up, and one seems immune, should I head in there, Acedia."

The raven haired teen shook his head, already working to solve the problems. In front of him were 3 dozen captives, each one scared out of their minds. Good.

"Nightmare Terminal."

Acedia made a sweeping gesture, and several lines shot out from it, stabbing through all of their heads. While there was no physical harm, they were all trapped in a hortible nightmare, their fear growing exponentially.

Acedia took a dozen of these minds and focused it into one nightmare beast, a shadowy demon-esque figure, increasing it's power by a large amount. Also, it wouldbe able to reform 3 times before one of the hostages died, which meant the creature could revive itself 36 times off of the hostages' mental energy. It would be facing Maitsuki, providing him with a tough fight.

He had another 6 and focused them on Cynthia's nightmare, intensifying the emotions she felt to a maddening degree, as well as covering her in a dark gothic armor. As long as she was suffering from the nightmare, she gain an increase in strength, magical power, the potency of her magic, and speed. Sable's cry's would fall on deaf ears. He did the same to Oram with the other 6, leaving a dozen spare minds for him to draw in.

"Avaritia, go out to the area and start sniping at them from outside the dome, but don't go in. I'm not skilled enough to keep the nightmares from you. . . and there is no way in hell I'm putting you through that again. Do you hear me!?" Acedia asked, his voice stern and unflinching.

"I got ya,. . . . Acedia, please be careful, okay. Don't over do it." Avaritia's response lacked it's usual mirth, the sadness hitting him harder when the teen failed to respond. Wordlessly, Avaritia left the room, standing a top a building with abords eye view of the area with in the dome. Pulling out a knife from out of nowhere, Avar focused his energies on his arm, which took on a soft glow as he did so.

"Celebres Duae: Sonic Rifle!"

The boy yelled out as he rapidly launched the knife, his arm not even a blur he moved so fast. The blade moved even faster, breaking the sound barrier as it passed though the dome and went straight at Matisuki. Avar sent 3 more his way, as well as one each at Gwen and Sable, all from different directions ashe moved from vantage point to vantage point in the blink of an eye. By the time he was finished, he had to catch his breath on one of the buildings, doing all that movement was exhausting, though he'd recover in a few seconds.

[Assistant]
Matisuki Kiryuin - Cedar Town

Matisuki was finally coming from out of his nightmare, when suddenly he feels a sharp pain coming from his side. He grunts as he looks to his side and finds several more knives coming at him at blinding speeds! With a quickly dodge, he lands on the ground and rolls out of the way. Once he got back up, Matisuki's right side was beginning to bleed a bit, but he ignores the pain as he growls at whoever attacked him. He then a boy who seemed to be the culprit of the attack. Not only had he thrown knives at he, but also at Gwen and Sable! With a grunt he runs towards the boy's location and with tremendous power he leaps towards the building he was. In the air, he raises his arms and fists up, preparing to smash the puny boy below him with a loud enough roar to make people just a few feet away from him to become deaf for a good minute..


[System]
Age: 21

Appearance:

Though opinions vary on how beautiful Artemis is, no one can deny she's a striking figure to see, with her brown skin, starlight hair, and aqua eyes. She's a tall, slender thing standing at 5'9", with long, willowy limbs and subtle curves beneath her clothing. Her wardrobe is eclectic, with various scarves, jewelry, and feathers. She paints different markings on her skin and arms, adding to her unique look.

Occupation: Traveling Mystic

Personality: Artemis is whoever she needs to be to get by. But whether she's quiet and mysterious, or flirtatious and inviting, the one constant is that she's always looking out for herself. Though not particularly interested in other people, she enjoys using them as her primary source of entertainment. It's difficult to know who Artemis truly is or what she cares about, as she keeps everything truly important locked away – especially from herself.

History: Before she was Artemis, she was Emira Janan Mathilde Basira Felicity Lujayn Cosima Airtifae-Alqamar, Grande Duchess of the Silver Valley. Young Emira and her little brother Idris grew up with all the advantages that came with nobility. Idris, though younger than Emira, was the heir apparent. This was just fine with her – Emira was not quite suited for nobility. She was clever, worldly, and even charming when she wanted to be, but she had no interest in politics and governing. Idris, with his patience and generosity, would do well, while she entertained herself with seeing how quickly she could insult a dignitary and how long she could keep him from storming out of the palace after that.

When she was fifteen years old, a plague swept through the valley. They called it the Climbing Vine for the slow, crawling way it choked the life from its victims. Their mother was the first to catch it. Then their father. Emira and Idris were quarantined from their parents for more than a year before their died. The night before Idris' coronation, he fainted.

Preparations were being made for Emira's coronation even before Idris passed. Half a year after he first started showing symptoms, Emira charmed her way past the guard and crept into her little brother's room, as she had so many times before. Sometimes he had good nights, in spite of the sickness. His eyes would be bright and his laugh would ring out like a bell as she gossiped with him about the stuffy dignitaries, so full of themselves it was a wonder they fit through the palace doors. But that night was not a good night.

His eyes were glassy and his smile was weak as he clutched his big sister's hand with his waning strength. He whispered how proud he was of her, and how wonderful a ruler she'd be. Emira was the cleverest, strongest, funniest person he knew, and the people would adore her. They'd love her as much as he did. Emira looked at him for a long moment. Then she placed a kiss on his damp forehead, careful not to let any tears fall on him. She ran from the palace that night.

When she was eighteen years old, Artemis locked Emira away with her guilt and tried not to look back.

When she was nineteen, she heard a rumor that the Grand Duke of the Silver Valley had finally died without an heir.

Artemis traveled from one town to another, making her living as a mystic. In reality she was little more than a charlatan. Her ethereal looks, intelligence, and the skills she learned at court – languages, dancing, and singing, among others – helped her sell the facade. Before waking up in the forest, she made her living telling fortunes, selling "enchanted" baubles and sometimes outright stealing. Artemis played whatever role was required to entice her customers, and dazzled them with petty revelations about their futures or innermost thoughts (either flat out lies, generic statements that were easy to read into, or educated guesses based on how the customers presented themselves).

She told herself it was easier to forget over time – easier to push away the guilt. She could turn into someone else and feel nothing at all. After all, it was Emira who'd turned her back and ran from her Valley. Her little brother. Not Artemis.

Maybe if she said it enough times it would make it true.

[User]
For Anise, releasing the light felt perfect. As if everything could be made right. She felt warm. Clean. Happy. She looked at herself to see the dirt and wounds on her appeared to be washed away. She found herself paying little mind to the squabble going on behind her. Then one pulled ahead of her on a larger and older gryphon.

She nodded once with a smile. "Very well, go ahead."

As Anise watched the lady walk away the blue egg whispered to her. She listened as hard as she could, but she couldn't tell what it had to say, and something seemed wrong. This instantly put her on guard, and while she waited for the lady to return she decided to keep glowing softly. She could still see the green lantern from here. She then remembered Rhea and the purple lantern from before. Perhaps it was here as well.

She closed her eyes and whispered to herself. "Peck, I promise I will do everything in my power to save you."

When she reopened them she saw an old man standing before her with a skeptical look on his face. She considered for a moment how she should introduce herself. She understood that not everyone believed that she was the new Lady of Light. She would have to earn that, and she knew for a fact that wouldn't be easy. However, she felt she would lose all credibility if she just used her real name to introduce herself.

She smiled and looked the old man in the eyes. "Greetings, I am the new Lady of Light. I know that the previous Lady was slain by the Lord of Shadow. I understand the challenge that is before me because of this." She paused to let him think about what she said. "I am here because a friend named Peck has been taken by the Lord of Shadow. I would like to gain possession of the Lantern of Scales to save him." She stared off towards the mountain feeling that time was pressing. "I am afraid I cannot stay long. I know this is no small decision to make, but time is of the essence."

Anise felt certain that the urgency of the situation got across to him. She faced the old man again. "With or without your help, I must save him. I must do it by myself, but that doesn't mean I can't get help from others before I arrive." Again, she paused. "Even if the answer is 'no', I thank you for your consideration."

[Assistant]
Naia smiled, partly to be polite, as the man was laughing, and partly because it was a joke. Gryphon's Roost, huh? That sounded like a good name. The man continued, and Naia looked at him as she listened, until he mentioned the glasses adorning her face.

"Oh, they're just my glasses. They help me see," she said. His next words after glancing at the lantern intrigued her. Sun-child? What did that mean? However, before she could ask, another girl interrupted. So he was a captain? Naia listened to their conversation, not wanting to interrupt. She didn't understand some of the information, but that didn't stop her from storing the information away for later.

Then the old man addressed her. She listened intently to his instruction, picking up the lantern when she was told, holding it close. He had been nice to her so far, and he was a captain/leader, meaning he clearly knew what he was doing. She watched as the man hurried past the other girl, whom she now gathered was Palla, lightly tugging on one of the fingerless gloves she always wore, as they made it more comfortable to hold a quill with and kept her hands warm during the cold nights when the only heat came from a single candle.

When Palla motioned for her to exit the tent, she began to stand. Upon the mention of covering the lantern, Naia quickly grabbed the sheet that had been wound around the man's legs, wrapping it around the lantern as she began to walk out of the tent.

"Oh, um, my name is Naia, and, er, I've been told I can run pretty fast. But if we're running, maybe you should save the explanations for later?"

[User]
Lucky for Erin the door to the cabin didn't squeak or creak as she made her way outside. By the red light of the Lantern she could see a clearing spread out in front of her edged by the looming trees of a dark forest. She paused a moment to listen to the sounds of the forest around the clearing, and to try and hear if the people were still talking or not. She could see a path through the forest ahead, a relatively straight shot across the clearing. She could make it in a few seconds if she ran.

Before she could though, a sound directly behind her made her freeze. Looking up, her fractured green-and-gold eyes met a pair of bright yellow ones, accompanied by sharp fangs and, as her eyes adjusted to make it out of the darkness, a huge, monstrous body. It looked like a giant wolf and, despite the stab of fear she felt, Erin had to wonder again where exactly she was. Could witches make such creatures?

She was glad her instinct had been to freeze, because now as she thought what to do next she was sure that if she had tried to run or hide back in the cottage she would either be caught in the wolf's jaws now, or trapped in the cottage where the witch would be able to find her. Slowly, Erin began to back away from the wolf, into the clearing. If she ran, it would probably chase her, but if she could get close enough to the trees before it realized...

She kept eye contact with the beast as she backed away, until she felt she was about halfway to the treeline. This had to be enough for her to have a good chance at getting into the forest and away. The wolf didn't look like it could maneuver the dense trees very well. She took a breath- her only attempt to ready herself before she ran for it.

[Assistant]
Artemis mirrored the citizens' urgency as she moved through the streets, careful to try and look like she belonged. It was dark, people were frantic, and fog was rolling in from the sea – hopefully that would all be enough to keep eyes off her. She didn't like how she stood out though. Her uncommon features usually drew at least passing attention, and Artemis knew even without those she looked odd. Her clothes were wet, torn, covered in soot, she was barefoot, she somehow had picked up a Kith of all things who looked up to her for being a murderer or something…

At least the soot dulled the white shine of her hair to an ashy grey. That was… something, at least.

Artemis needed to blend in better if she was going to spend any more time in this city. And she needed to figure out how to ditch the creepy kid before a Pirate noticed her and zapped them both with lightning.

She looked up to see lines of clothes hanging high above the streets. Well, it was a start.

Ducking into a deserted alley, Artemis started rummaging through her bag.

"I'm sorry, did I invite you on this adventure?" she said to the Kith girl as she pulled out her stolen knife and a persimmon. Shame. She liked persimmons. "Get lost kid. I don't need someone catching me with a Kith." Her hands were busy carving a crude, sharp-edged rune into the skin of the fruit. She looked up one more time to make sure the coast was clear and then peered high above at a line of clothing. Artemis set her jaw. She'd always had terrible aim.

Artemis cranked her hand back and threw the persimmon. It didn't even come close to hitting the line. For one thing, it flew at least a yard below the line. Artemis tried to not close her eyes at the embarrassing display. The persimmon landed on the cobblestone ground with a muffled splat and… and another sound. A sound like cracking stone. Artemis blinked in surprise at the half-squashed fruit. Then a small smile began to curl the corner of her mouth. Hurrying forward, she bent down and picked it up with careful fingers. One side was completely caved in, the skin torn apart on the impact. The meat of it, once hard, was more of a squishy pulp. But below it, almost hidden beneath juice and bits of fruit on the cobblestone, was a small, clean cut.

Damn, but Artemis loved runes. A new idea came to her then. Knife in hand, she drew another small, plane rune under the first one (it hadn't been on the side that'd been destroyed at least) and stood back up. Artemis cocked her hand back once more and threw.

This time even her terrible aim couldn't stop the persimmon's flight. The second rune guided it up with perfect aim to the line. The moment the fruit touched the cord it severed. The persimmon fell to the ground again, but Artemis wasn't looking at it. She was beaming, watching the line fall, bringing the clothes with it. It wasn't quite long enough to reach the ground when it was still attached at the other side. But Artemis was tall with a long reach, and her prizes were well within her range. Artemis ran and plucked clothes from the line. At least now she'd have something better to wear than her heavy, ruined skirts.

Looking around the alley once more she ducked behind some sort of large trash bin. It'd have to do for. Artemis started stripping out of her old clothes and putting her stolen goods on.