[System]
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

[User]
Cedar eyed the baron cautiously, and waited for the man to actually take a bite before even permitting himself the very idea of taking any of the food.

If there were to be a torture special made for a being such as he, this would be among the top contenders.

A powerful instinct to lay claim to the entire table and eat like a beast until he could no longer swallow (then continue trying to eat anyway, should any food still be present) was clawing and howling in the back of his psyche like a rabid dog, while the dignified and human part of him struggled and fought to retain composure and control.

Remaining quiet and dignant in posture and poise amidst this assault on his senses was pure existential agony. He doubted his companions truly realized the degree to which his self-control was being tested by this exchange. Had this truly been a genuinely friendly invitation to dinner, from a truly trusted friend, he would have been at ease, and indulged in a way only a true and real friend would have understood, but that was not what this was. This was a fattened hog placed over a vicious trap, hungry and eager to ensnare... or at least, had every potential to be. The cruel memory of being trapped in the Rascade dungeon was about the only mental defense he could bring to bear against this most heinous crime of civility.

He did his best to not shake, and discretely swallowed the drool that was threatening to baptize his face if not attended to.

'For fuck's sake, don't drag this out!' He cursed inwardly at his companions.

They were likely completely oblivious to the thin vaneer of composure that was holding back the flood...

[Assistant]
Well, the baron's eating. Didn't seems like he cared which plate he grabbed from either. Not fully reassuring, but it's a start. Yvonne, who out of complete total and utter coincidence (yeah right) sat the closest to the rotund man, casually reached over for bread from the same basket. The motion was a bit awkward since it's not exactly in an arm's reach, but who cares - if anyone complain at all she'll shoot it down.

It was a damn good bread, actually. No wonder the baron grew so fat if he's eating like this every single day.

Now, hmm. Maybe an apple. Surely there's no way to poison fruits? She just started peeling it on the spot and bite into the flesh. Nice and crisp, juicy, with the right amount of sourness. And hopefully not poisoned. Surely the man didn't employ some sort of nefarious witch capable of poisoning an apple? That would be too much of a fairytale.

[User]
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When the baron started eating, so too Jazdia started scooping her oatmeal. Not because of suspicion, but genuinely due to respecting the host himself. It was not proper table manners for a guest to eat before the host started digging.

As for the concern regarding poisoned food, she would know it on the first bite, and so far nothing seemed out of ordinary, being an elf and food connoisseur herself, she had great confidence in detecting and avoiding that kind of old-fashioned assassination.

The Rosenving daughter was eating as well, probably having a similar mindset. Jazdia herself was already on her third scoop and washed it down with some milk.

"Nice place." Said Jazdia, glancing at the corners, and dusty furniture, and ceiling before turning to the host. "Very vintage yet a rare style nowadays... I always have things for unique decorations, you see. I own a restaurant and our patrons like it when we change the decor that matches the season. And you have a great cook too."

[Assistant]
[GM Post]

"Indeed! Being a bit far from the capital is no excuse to not keep up a good appearance, is it? I'll make sure the cooks get their commendation, they've done great job today." Baron Otto seemed to be eating slowly, yet the food just... disappeared into his gullet. Buttered bread, vanished in seconds. Scrambled egg, it took him longer to sprinkle the cheese than it took him to inhale it all. A few bacon and sausage followed, barely two chew between them. All without breaching decorum or looking the slightest bit distracted - it's like the man had perfected eating as an art. He took a sip from his cup before continuing the conversation. "I believe I hadn't caught your name, miss?"

[User]
Noticing how the baron followed by Jazdia started to eat without dying, Kaito figured that the food should be at least safe enough to not die instantly and grabbed a piece of bread as well. It was surprisingly tasty and the fox quickly grabbed another bite. When finished chewing it all down, he turned his attention towards the baron again.

"We knights tend to talk a lot in between all the training and missions we do. So news and stories kind of travel fast that way." The kitsune paused a bit as the elf took the word. Fitting that she started about the food and the furniture. Baron Von Kruber's hall was indeed rather retro.

"I've heard many good tales about Sir Caspar. I'm sure he will be a great tutor for your son. It must be lonely with the baroness and your boys visiting an acquaintance. Do you get many visitors at your castle?"

[Assistant]
Considering that Jazdia herself was a guest in Kindeance, she hoped that it would be Matilda who introduced her. The orc captain unsurprisingly did not interested.

"Ah, where are my manners?" smiling, Jazdia put down the utensil and placed her palm on her chest. "The name is Jazdia Crystalspark. I am Fred's-- I mean his Highness Fredricus's long-time acquaintance. Currently a citizen of Helvetia, and a restaurateur by trade. On my right side is Miss Yvonne from Rosenving Clan, our mutual acquaintance Madame Matilda, next to her was Doctor Solomon, and our woodland guide, Master Cedar."  Jazdia looked at Kaito and reassured herself. "And last but not least, Sir Jurgen Von Drexel whom you had the pleasure of exchanging pleasantries with."

[User]
[GM Post]

"I'm sure the knights have a strong bond with each other! My youngest is always fascinated by it." Empty plates was taken away and replaced, the food flowed as if the baron had no worry about possible excess. None of the servants seemed bothered by it either. "I get visitors all the time, yes. Not as often as an estate closer in the capital would be, but my guest rooms are seldom empty for long. There's a traveling wizard at this very moment, in fact. Mister Aster have an eccentric streak, but he offered some service in exchange of hospitality. He would've joined us here if a saboteur didn't ruin the road, but I'm sure he'll be back any time now."

Perception check: Faint whispers echoed at the edge of one's hearings, easily masked by conversation and ambient noise of various utensils. The source was impossible to pinpoint, and should one try to focus on it the voices seemed to entirely fade. Please make a response.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss Crystalspark!" Otto caught the slight correction, and wondered what relationship the king had with this elf. The knight-captain didn't look fazed by the supposed faux pass either, how curious. "And everyone else as well! My door is always open, should you be in the area for a... less official capacity in the future."

[Assistant]
Cedar's ears twitched at the unusual sound, and his eyes went wide for a split second as it cascaded across the taught drum skin of his consciousness.

Far from being alarming, it was actually a welcome diversion from the slowly closing trap that he found himself in: if he failed to take any of the food, it may anger their host. If he took some of the food, his composure and self control could break. (He was an avid practitioner of 'avoidance' based self-control. If you dont put yourself in the situation where something will tempt you, you wont be tempted, and you wont succumb. It's arguably the single best reason he did NOT have any bastard bear cubs on wild mothers back home... If he increased the temptation, the risk that he would break would only increase, possibly beyond his ability to stop, and that frightened him). If he took food and didn't eat it, his host would surely notice.

There was no winning move, and the feeling of being caged was palpable for him.

The mysterious noise was a very welcome diversion from the trap, perhaps, even a way out if he played it right.

Very carefully, he held his empty plate out for one of the servants, and motioned for them to please fill it, muttering under his breath in a low tone for only that one server, that the serving utensils were too small for his hands. At least with some of the food served, he could sidestep an angered host.

He trained his full attention on the sound, and swallowed hard once more, banishing the salivary flood his body was trying to drown him with.

If he could keep that blessed distraction in his ears, then discretely call attention... he might continue to overpower the intense, visceral urge to bury his head in his plate, and escape the trap.

He trained his ears harder, tuning out the Baron... only to be met with suspicious silence.

"Di'd anuh'buddy else jus' hear fertive whisperin', or were it jus' me?" He ventured aloud, taking the risk of sending drool everywhere after a fresh swallow.

He hated having a way out dangled in front of him, then snatched away just as quickly. Now he was forced to try conversation as a distraction, and risk baptizing the table.

There were certain real and unavoidable reasons you did not invite bears to sit at the table, and expect them to obey table manners...

[User]
"The pleasure is mine. Sir Von Kruber."

Though smiling, Jazdia's violet eyes watchfully fixed on the Baron. The bowl had been set aside, almost empty, with its utensil perched nicely atop it. She heard the whisper alright, but ignored it. This place was still a madhouse no matter how friendly the reception was, and as long as a such state remained maintained, she had no desire to be the one who break the facade.

"It was just you, Master Cedar." the elf spared a moment of her attention to the bear-man and shrugged.

"Interesting you mentioned something about guess." she continued, reaching for the napkin to wipe her lips and palm. Despite the use, the piece of cloth remained folded in a cone shape fold, but now had its pointy end directed at the Baron. "I will be more upfront with you. We are here for one of your guests who arrived here six, or seven days ago. Important person-- so obviously he had several escorts with him, keeping him safe, or perhaps they were with him to prevent him from taking another path?"

The elf leaned on her chair, still seizing the nobleman with her piercing glance. "Blonde. Blue eyes. Roughly in his mid-teen. Do you still remember this particular guess?"


[System]
Age: 36

Race: Caucasian

Sex: M

Skills: Medicine and Botany/Hydroponics. Formally educated in The Institute so has a wide breadth of knowledge for various Bioscience topics (chemistry, genetics etc.)

Personality: Generally reserved and not too keen on getting close to people. Mostly because he's afraid they'll discover his past and associations. He is generally friendly and polite however, and usually very willing to help. Like many in The Institute he's very analytical and also maladjusted when it comes to wasteland living.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Has a well-worn hazmat suit that he uses to traverse the wasteland. Normally however, he can usually be found wearing a Vault-Tec doctor's lab coat taken from Vault 88. He also wears a pair of eyeglasses, which he is virtually blind without.

For self defense, he carries around an Institute laser pistol, which he claims he scavenged off a destroyed synth, but was in fact his own personal firearm while he lived in The Institute. Which he never needed to use until recently.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Institute Bioscientist

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): The Institute. Occasionally, he still sends and receives coded radio messages to friends, family, and colleagues in Vault 88. But only rarely, given the considerable risk involved for both parties.

Backstory: Arthur was born and raised in The Institute and like most there, never saw the surface, having spent his whole life within its sealed environment. As a child, he was raised on the notion that the surface was a horrifying place: a nightmare realm full of mutated monsters and savage raiders. An idea which stuck with him well into adulthood.

After receiving his doctorate, he entered The Institute's Bioscience division where he served as a medical assistant for some time before jumping from project to project in various research roles. Eventually however, he was pulled into a top secret classified project within Bioscience after having been highly recommended by his superiors. He started work in the FEV Lab immediately.

Arthur was a part of the FEV Program for years, working very closely with his good friend and colleague Dr. Brian Virgil, and for years he experimented on wasteland test subjects. Injecting them with the modified variants of the Forced Evolutionary Virus and analyzing the results. Subjects that successfully transformed would typically be tagged and released back out into the wasteland. Those that did not, were terminated on the spot.

For years, Arthur never questioned his work. Many of the test subjects that were brought in were raiders, mercenaries, brutes, junkies, and savages. People who behaved as less than animals. All of these served to confirm his beliefs that the surface was a brutal, monstrous place. Experimenting on them for the betterment of science and even releasing them back to the surface, therefore, made perfect sense. After all, monsters belong where monsters live.

Every so often however, an individual would be brought in which didn't meet this profile. They were scared, no petrified even, of him. And they certainly didn't look like brutish savages. But they too would be used and then disposed. He initially justified this with his belief that even if rare exceptions occurred, the surface was still a terrible place where the weak would eventually be killed, tortured, or eaten. If anything, turning them would help them to survive in the brutal animalistic world they had to live in. And once they were turned, there was no going back anyway. And monsters belong where monsters live.

As the frequency of these 'exceptions' continued without noticeable change however, his doubts soon began to gnaw at him. They grew constantly, until it became an ulcer in his life. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and confided in his colleague, Dr. Virgil, that he was having doubts about the program and his role in it. Far from giving him the solace and reassurance he wanted however, Virgil told him that his feelings were the same and that he felt the project was both useless and deeply wrong. Together, they penned a formal letter of protest to The Director and requested the project be shut down, but it was summarily rejected.

Unsure of what to do next, and unwilling to continue their work, Virgil proposed a radical idea to Arthur. Sabotage. He made his intentions known that he planned to destroy the lab and escape The Institute if he had to, and he asked his friend to join him, knowing full well it might mean both of their deaths, but convinced that it had to be done. Arthur was shocked and terrified of the idea of leaving The Institute to live up top. Despite his misgivings about the project, he was still mortally fearful of anything above ground, and nightmares he'd had as a child about horrible things crawling around in the world above him crept back into his memory.

Arthur asked Virgil to give him a night to think about it, and they both agreed to discuss it the next morning. As Arthur lay awake in his bed however, his fear grew. Fear of being exiled and fear of what awaited him on the surface. His cowardice got the better of him, and he broke down. In the middle of the night, he reported Virgil to the SRB.

While Arthur waited in his apartment quietly, Coursers stormed Virgil's residence. They did not find him there. A second group had moved to secure the FEV Lab, and there Dr. Virgil was found, alone, at the lab. Arthur never fully learned what transpired there that night. But from what he understood, Virgil had been up making preparations for their departure, in anticipation of his friend agreeing to join him. The lab had apparently been completely destroyed and rendered useless in the scuffle. He never saw Dr. Virgil again.

Guilt ridden at what he'd done. Both to his friend and in his work on the FEV project, Arthur requested medical leave from The Directorate, which he was granted under the circumstances. The ensuing days became a blur for him. And when The Institute was destroyed by an act of an outsider, The Director's own father it seemed, Arthur made little protest or show of grief. Unlike most of his colleagues, he understood the reasons why this had happened.

When The Institute relocated to Vault 88, alive but resource strapped, and began the process of rebuilding. Arthur stayed for only a short while, before gathering what material possessions he owned, saying his goodbyes, and leaving. He journeyed out into the wasteland, fully expecting to die. But he knew he had to do it. After all, monsters belong where monsters live.

By some twist of fate though, he did not die. Instead he began roving from settlement to settlement and plying his services as a wandering physician, only asking for food, water, or a bed in return. In more than one instance, he had rather close encounters with the mutated monsters he'd helped to unleash. His own terrible creations. And in a few horrifying moments, he thought he recognized some of them.

Now Arthur's wanderings have led him north to Salem. The quiet ruins of the seaside town has attracted his attention and hope that perhaps he can find a measure of peace here. Although he rather doubts it.

[User]
Steve cooper- Shopping – Moring

"Hey Steve, yeah sure," Waylon looked at the guns on the wall display, he pointed at a refinished rifle, an SKS if Steve recalled correctly and it came with an pointy bladed bayonet attachment., "I like the SKS rifles myself for mid-range, and the bayonet is a nice touch too and umm..."

"Nice rifle but I already have my level action, looking for something abit more compact for those close encounters."

He narrowed his eyes as he looked and pointed at what appeared to be a Mini assault rifle "I have this AR pistol, kinda cumbersome to carry, but you 30 round mags at your disposal. I have one in 9mm and 5.56mm."

I get the feeling that will break alot.

"Interesting got anything else?"

That was when Waylon pointed to a small boxed shaped weapon with a long stick like magazine sticking out of the handle "This Cobray M11/9 has had all the internal parts polished and functions great, sorta uncommon. But the 32 round mags don't like being packed full, but with around 25 rounds it works great.

I like the look of you... bet you could stick to mags together for a quick reload... is that a Threaded barrel too? Wonder if he has an silencer for it?

"I am working on an old grease gun, but they're hard to find, so I have to either search other guns for parts or make my own, either way, it won't be ready for a while."

"Well if you're looking for any notable models or gun types in general tell me and I'll keep an eye out for them, junkies are always trading stuff for their next fix." Steve replied

And then I can trade them for ammo

Waylon put his elbows on the glass display case and nodded down, "But you can never go wrong with a Colt 1911, I heard they used to say ABC, Always buy Colt," he laughed a little, "The .45 round has some pop to it, it'll take out a lot more than you'd think."

"Yeah I've used one before, very good gun but then again any weapon that was used by the USA military for what was it? 100 years? has to be a bloody good gun but I already have a hand cannon." Steve chuckled "I am however interested in that Cobray M11/9."

"I'll buy it along with 200 round of ammo and a couple of spare mags if you them it." Steve stated "oh and by any chance do you have a silencer for it? I imagine it will be pretty deadly with one."

And give me something to grip onto.

[Assistant]
Ace Makovich - Salem - Morning

Ace watched as Brandy made her way up the ladder. Ace shook his head, he had only mentioned going out the side door for her own benefit. He shrugged and made his way out the cellar door, this was something he would deal with later. As he walked out he saw Brandy making her way to her place, part of him wanted to go after her, but when he looked up and saw the generator, he figured he better go work on that.

As he headed up the old apartment he looked up at the ceiling. The trusses and beams he installed were holding. The ceiling and roof would need to hold out, but with this support structure he set up leading from the roof to the basement, should hold out. He kept going up and made his way to the generator. As he looked at it he noticed that it was few inches off from where it was needed.

As he pondered on what he should do, after all the generator was extremely heavy, he saw Rook sitting doodling on the ground. He looked back at the generator and then over to Rook. He smiled as the thought of using his brute strength, came to mind. Sure it might be heavy for Rook, but it was either that or risk the roof collapsing under the uneven weight distribution.

Ace quickly ran down the stairs and headed over to where Rook was sitting. As Rook drew on the ground Ace slowly approached him, he didn't want to startle the green giant. He stood in front of rook, "Hey there Rook…I see you're drawing on the ground…Hey listen, I need your help for a bit. We placed a generator on the roof of that apartment building, and it's slightly off and need someone strong, like you to move it. What do you say?"

As he stood there in front of Rook, sudden gunshots could be heard in the distance. Ace looked towards the direction of the gunfire. "What the hell was that?" Ace said t as he looked back at Rook. Ace's hand fell down to his gun; he could hear some bellowing screams. It was deep and angry, sounded eerily familiar to certain green skinned mutants. "Shit…" Ace muttered.

[User]
Dr. Arthur West - Salem Clinic
"Okay…did she say they dropped off a generator? Why would they… so I take it that's why I saw some scribes up on that roof. Are they setting up a power grid for the town?" Rick said out loud as he watched Frieda leave and then turned to the doctor. "Is it me or does she seem a little off to you?"

Arthur gave a small shrug,

"Hard to say. She's...different, to be sure. She grew up in a highly disciplined, structured, military society after all. Her whole life was probably regimented from dawn to dusk. I imagine anyone trying to transition out of that life would be...off to say the least."

A brief moment of reflection crossed Arthur's mind then, as he reflected that what he'd just said could easily be applied to The Institute as well, just with a few changes to verbiage.

"As for The Brotherhood," He continued, "I'm worried about the town reaching out to them for help. I know little about The Brotherhood's operations, but from what I heard from the settlements I talked to: The Brotherhood used to go around asking for food and supplies in exchange for support. In effect, they attempted to align with towns and get a tribute system working. I can't imagine they would try that here, but its not impossible I suppose..."

Arthur turned to Ace, his hand rubbed his chin in thought,

"It does give me an idea however, I wonder if we might be able to send a similar request to The Directorate for assistance here. Word it in such a way that they might find interest in sending some aid. Some medical supplies and equipment for the clinic would do wonders here and if we could get a Courser requisitioned...well, the town wouldn't have to worry about attacks from raiders anymore. That's for sure. Its a long shot, I know, and we'd have to be extremely discrete about it to the townsfolk. Perhaps we should give it some thought at least..."

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Edit: Forgot to include the response to Frieda
Sometime later

Arthur was sitting up in his small residence above the clinic when a knock came at the door. It was Frieda,

"Uh, hey, Arthur. Something...has come up. I need to show you something. I'll just take a second. Brandy had this in her possession." She procured the vial from her pocket and held it out to the doctor. Enclave branding. I don't know what it does, but you're the only person I know who would be able to figure it out." Frieda swallowed, then added. "I kind of...found it by accident, then took it without asking. If...you catch my meaning..."

"Enclave branding? Let me see..." Arthur replied as he adjusted his glasses and carefully took the small vial from Frieda's hand, examining it closely.

Frieda cleared her throat. "She's keeping baby chickens in the basement. I was looking for their food when I found, well," Frieda gestured at the vial. "What do you think it is? Why would she have it?"

Arthur turned the vial over in his hand, "Hmmm...accelerated growth...well I haven't the fainest idea about The Enclave's cataloging system or what it's designation could mean, I'd say its clearly some sort of growth hormone. I can't know for sure its composition unless I run a few tests on it of course. If it is a hormone supplement of some type its not particularly concerning by itself: not dangerous I mean. But...the more intriguing question is how she acquired it in the first place..."

He paused for a few moments and looked back up at Frieda, "I don't suppose its possible Brandy is ex-Enclave is it? Barring that I suppose we can only speculate. You mention she was keeping baby chickens as well...did they look odd in any way?"


[System]
Age: 29

Class: Soldier (Acolyte?)

Equipment:
Bionic augmentaton: Ben's left arm, and both of his legs are bionic limbs. The lower half of his spine is made of metal, and his left eye is a red monocle, surrounded by scar tissue.

Power fist: Ben wears a power fist on his left hand.

Plasma Pistol: Ben's side arm of choice is a plasma pistol, useful for it's stopping power against the enemies that have burned Ben's home.

Shotgun: Ben's shotgun is a relic from his time on Armageddon, useful in the bloody close quarter fights he often found himself in with the green skins.

Background: Ben is from the underhive of Armageddon, Hive Tarterus. When the Orks attacked, the gangs enlisted in droves, finding a common enemy to defend the planet from. After a short basic training, lasting only two weeks, he was flung into battle. Age 20 when the war broke out, he fought for 5 constant years of hell, before being conscripted to the Inquisitor's aid.

Notable Deeds:
-Served 5 years in the third war for Armageddon.
-Received field promotion to Lieutenant and led his platoon in constant fighting actions for over a year.
-Led from the front, taking a trench by storm. Accounted for over a dozen Ork casualties, included the Warboss. The fight is where he suffered his near mortal injuries, and led to his augmentation.

Skills:
Veteran - Ben has seen some of the worst the galaxy can throw and has emerged the other side.
Hard to kill - Ben has suffered horrendous injuries at the hands, or rather klaws of the Orks. As such, his willpower to survive to fight another day is absolutely resolute.
Angel of Death - Although not as well known as commissar Yarrick, Ben was known among Orks as a man that was impossible to kill. His 5 years of war on Armageddon make him a master of dealing death to Orks should they ever rear their head.
Hatred - Ben hates orks.
Commander - Ben has proven himself as a skilled commander, especially of mechanized divisions. He doesn't actively look for the opportunities, but if needed, he will get the job done.

Time with Inquisitor: 4 years

Appearance: Ben is around 6 Feet tall in his full combat dress. He wears the mustard yellow great coat of his home legion, wearing his gas mask, goggles and helmet. His bionic limbs are hidden, but his power fist is now, worn over his gloved hand. His pistol is on his hip, and his shotgun is slung over his shoulder. He wears an inquisitorial rosette, on his collar, but it is small, and quickly concealable.

Out of uniform, he wears black pants, a gray tee-shirt and a leather coat that can hide a plasma pistol. He also wears leather gloves to conceal his bionics to blend in.

At one time, Ben was probably a handsome man. His hair is long on top, and shaved on the sides in a style that was popular in his old gang. His entire torso up to his neck line is covered in tattoos. His single human arm is also covered in various tattoos. He is unshaven, with a respectable beard, and his scar tissue around his left eye make him a rough looking person now. Under his real eye are usually shadows, caused by the night terrors that plague him.

[User]
"Everyone except Psyker Valenthin will go with him to a safe house."

"That's usually not a good sign!"

Adrianne, although ever so slightly alarmed, remained quiet as the rest of the group departed from the gallery. Being singled out for whatever reasons, whether it be quarantine or general grilling, was something she was quite used to. After all, she was the psyker; which made her special, but not always for the better.

As the excitement from the battle ebbed away, she could feel the exhaustion hit her like an anvil out of nowhere! It felt as if she had been stomped flat by a particularly angry warboss, as her muscles ached in every part of her body!

When the Inquisitor finally returned to her, alone as they now were in the hallway, the inquisitor would look at the large, gaping hole in the building before making a comment.

"I said a small one."

"There is no such thing as a 'small' vortex. When you tear the very fabric of reality apart, you never know what you are going to get." Adrianne commented as she gazed back at Zhevon from behind her skeletal mask.

Moving her hands up to her helmet, she'd depressurize it and remove it, instead holding it under her right arm and letting her snow-white hair flow down her neck as she looked back at Zhevon with her deep, purple eyes. Whatever warp glow that may have haunted them previously had by now burnt out and was long gone. Although her helmet and armor may have been covered in dust and grime, the psyker's face remained pristine and clean, shielded as it had been beneath her gear.
She would stare at Zhevon for a moment with an unmoving gaze, before Adrianne would conjure up a small smile on her lips as she looked at the Inquisitor.

"Speak your mind, Inquisitor. I will listen to you."

Her gaze was only interrupted by a small series of beeps suddenly emanating from further back at the end of the hallway, as her servo-skull, M4R1-A appeared around the corner to hover into the ruined corridor where they stood! M4R1-A would pass them by, spinning around to scan them, before continuing out into the lobby area.

As the servo skull passed out of sight yet again, Adrianne would shrug, before returning her gaze towards Zhevon.

[Assistant]
Smiles firing the weapon right next to his head was not the best thing for Stukov's hearing, but as he turned back to see the statue collapsing, he would take ringing in his ear over the complete and total loss of his own life. He was busy wiping the blood off his hands as the Sister spoke about injuries that she could help treat, which got a snort from the former Armsman. Nothing could be done out in the field for patching him up, and odds were it was nothing that would affect short term performance. Maybe long term, some surgery might have been needed, but it would not have warranted being pulled from the field anytime soon. Not like they could have the luxury of such things typically. While Smiles concern was appreciated, which got a smirk on his face, it was, again, not like anything could be done for it and he effectively said as much to the group. "Nothing I can't walk off, Smiles, appreciate the thought though. Besides, its not like its anything that could be fixed here, unless one of you lot have a medical suite stuffed right up...."

Probably a good thing that the Inquisitor stepped in and began talking and dispatching orders at that point, considering where his sentence was going at that point. Was it terribly surprising most of them were being dispatched back to a safehouse? Probably not, all the noise, commotion, and likelyhood of any cultists of importance remaining for capture and interrogation still hanging around were pretty much nil. Even so, he had a gut instinct that the fact Smiles was instructed by Boss to hang back was not a good thing, at best a chewing out that wasn't being done in front of everyone else. He'd seen that before, drag the sorry sod off to make everyone else think they were getting strung up, but all that happened was simply getting an ear full for their mistake. But tearing a gaping hole in the museum was not really a minor mistake. Warp spawned abominations of statues were gone, thank the Emperor for that, but it did leave them with no leads to work with at the moment. Being shipped off to a safehouse was hardly interesting, but considering he probably needed to take a few to get himself straightened out, it was not terrible. Before departing, he turned from the group and send a message right to Smiles, on a side channel to avoid it being caught by others. "Catch up when you can, and good luck."

Stukov made sure his weapons were sheathed and out of sight, so he looked unarmed as he reached the escape vehicle and climbed in. Far too nice for his tastes, then again, anything above his paygrade was typically too nice for his tastes, so that could be taken however one willed. Leaning back against the seat, he readjusted his shades and caught his breath, considering how he would go about fixing himself up since Boss so kindly noticed that he had been injured. Alpha had introduced himself prior, and he responded to the man who sat in the driver's seat finally, not touching the drinks for the time being. "The ride is appreciated, Alpha." Beyond that, he kept an ear out for trouble, still ready to jump into a fight at a moment's notice, should the need arise.

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Once the dust and debris had settled in the heavily damaged hallway of the Military Memorial Art Gallery, Aviza would be able to clearly see all the destruction and chaos they had caused while fighting the warp statues. They were lucky that the hall had not collapsed on top of them, due to a wall being blown out and most of the room stripped bare. With the slightest effort they managed to do this together, and Aviza wanted to see what they could do in a real combat situation. For the moment though, the Sister of Battle was trying to shake out the dust and dirt from the cloth areas of her armor with little to no effect. After a couple more tries, Aviza finely gave up and let her arms fall limply next to her body, realizing it would take more than shaking out the armor to clean it. From the right side of her peripheral vision, she saw the Psyker known as Smiles struggle onto her feet, with the help of Stukov. In a calm but cold sounding tone of voice, she glared at the Pysker and said "I am not a fat-ass, in fact I am in better shape than you and most of your squadmates."

Aviza placed her helmet back onto her head and locked it into place with a slight hissing sound that meant it was being pressurized. "I have wasted enough time around all of you and will now be taking my leave."  She rolled her shoulders lightly before turning to leave the building, but was cut short when Inquisitor Zhevon ordered her to return to a safehouse to rest, refresh, and rearm. Aviza nodded her head once respectfully at Inquisitor Zhevon before turning to leave, but he was not done with her it seemed. "I will be speaking with you later." The Sister of Battle nodded her head once more, "I understand Inquisitor Zhevon, I will be waiting at the safehouse for your arrival." Aviza knew this was not going to end well for her, or for Smiles who was already getting lectured. "I need to inform the Adeptus Sororitas of my absence or they may do something rash, I am unsure." thought Aviza to herself before getting into the truck with the rest of her new squad. Bringing her right hand up to the side of her helmet, she held something down before speaking into the built in microphone in her helmet.

At this time, no one else could hear what she was saying or what anyone else said from the com inside of her helmet. "This is Adeptus Sororitas Aviza, I have been ordered by Inquisitor Zhevon to join his squad and to hunt down what appears to be Chaos Forces upon the world. Only contact me on this private channel and none other unless absolutely necessary." The com would close and those inside of the truck could once again hear Aviza speak. Eyeing the Ginger Ale, Aviza thought about how she rather have something much stronger to drink. That time would come later, but for now she scooted back into her seat and tried to let her body relax. "Guess I am stuck with all of you against my will and my better judgement. Don't get use to my presence though, once the Canoness hears of this, I will be joining her." Aviza smirked from under her helmet at the thought of Cannoness Colistis walking up to the group and yelling at Zhevon as well as the rest of the squad. Colistis, a very heavily decorated solider that had seen many long years of endless war was intimidating to even some of the most bad-ass soldiers who were unlucky enough to fall under her command or meet her in a combat zone.

"Since I am here though, we should get to know each other. I am Aviza Niskaru of the Adeptus Sororitas, Bloody Rose."

[Assistant]
Zhevon took the rod from Ben and mentioned that it can cause brain damage. I suppose he'd concede the point that just keeping it on would be bad. Ben nodded to Zhevon's orders to head to the safehouse, and proceeded to the transport, getting in. Much nicer than the APC's they used on Armageddon. Ben holstered his pistol, and looked at the ginger ale. He eventually would open a bottle, and sip at it, craving some water instead.

Ben rested his head back against the seat and closed his eye, wanting to sleep, but not actually tired. He stayed like this until his twitching hand caught his attention. Ben looked at his metal hand as the finger twitched occasionally. He assumed he had damaged some of the finer circuitry when he punched the statue. He'd have to have it repaired at some point.

The newcomer spoke. "Since I am here though, we should get to know each other. I am Aviza Niskaru of the Adeptus Sororitas, Bloody Rose."

Ben sniffled and looked at her, he hadn't been paying a lot of attention to her after the fight. He nodded to her. "Ben. Or Sergeant Duren. I'll respond to either." Ben gestured to his bionic eye and the surrounding scar tissue. "5 Years on Armageddon." He didn't mention his metal legs in their boots, or his bionic arm covered by coat and glove, but if she figured it out, so be it.


[System]
Student:
* Age: 15
* Gender: Male
* Appearance: Yasuo walks shoulder to shoulder among the average person. His stature is typical, at about 5'8" he's neither imposing or noticeable. However, his empowered eyes deceive his timidity at times. His heritage… his blood defying his perceived nature.
* Personality: Firstly, one should know that Yasuo was an orphan. He fought for survival for several months before being found and placed into government care. This brought about a kind of feracity when it came time to be screened for adoption. When he was finally chosen, it was a surprise that a former general had taken interest. His feracity would prove to be a requirement for the man due to his intensive regimen. The regularly timid Yasuo was not berated outwardly though he could sense his father shied away from the condition. So in compensation, Yasuo would work hard during his training and when enrolled into Otsuki Academy was a furious competitor… for a short time. That was until he nearly killed someone out of anger. That sorrowful moment sent Yasuo into a depression, suicide almost. After months of unsuccessfully attempting to coax his beloved son out of it, his father came to the end of his rope. He had lost most of the will to support him and instead avoided the sombering problem. Now Yasuo, shamelessly wallows. An unrelenting gloom over his incident continuously prodding at his abilities. However, he has bouts of empathetic sensory. Whenever endangered or looked down upon, he rebels. Its as simple as that and it runs in his blood; a stream of diluted yet always present tendencies that leans towards a thuggish demeanor.
* Skills: Yasuo is the only protege of his adoptive father's martial arts. Quite accomplished at it, his flexible kicks and open-palm strikes can deal heavy damage to anyone. This coupled with his masterful use of a staff can be compared to a beauteous, graceful dance. He is also disciplined and very physically well off. When it comes to literature he excels and while mathematically impaired, its due to a physical condition, perhaps phycological, that induces headaches when trying to work through an arguably complicated problem.
* Equipment: Divine Gear: Innocent Ruyi Jingu Bang. A mysterious memento and replica of the greatly admired Ruyi Jingu Bang. Yasuo has had it ever since he could remember, wrapped and tied to a woven bracelet. He assumes it was left to him by unknown parents.
* Abilities: Innocent Ruyi Jingu Bang is a steel rod devoid of colour; a trio of golden bands each embedded with light engines are wrapped around its form near the middle. A plethora of natural abilities are granted. A significant boost in physical strength. The ability to crush stone, dent steel, and move the length of five feet in a single second is all that Yasuo has been capable of jotting down without equipment. Along with these abilities comes Innocent Ruyi Bang itself, which can shrink, grow, and expand. When not in use, Yasuo conceals it as small pendant dangling from his bracelet.
* Brief Backstory: Yasuo is the adopted son of a Japanese naval general. Through rigorous training and effort he was accepted to Otsuki. He was raised by his lone father, who was an adept practitioner of several martial arts. The Ojima man had passed down his artform to his son. Many may recognize his martial feats, from placing second in the national competition to being rumored of having taken down the first in a private contest.

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NAGASE ERI

"Nagase-san, right?" Miss Hoshino asks.

Instinctively, I straighten up my posture a bit, standing more at attention when addressed by a teacher. It's a habit I picked up somewhere in the middle of always being coached something back home, I think.

"Yes, sensei. That's me." I reply with a small bow.

Fortunately, slipping back into habits help ease me out of feeling overwhelmed by things most of the time. It's probably something to do with the familiarity of a certain action or way of carrying yourself, like an anchor you can rely on to steady up the ship in rough, unfamiliar seas. Or, something along those lines. To be honest with you, I've only ever been on a boat three times in my life total.

In any case, it's a relief to hear that whatever situation I'd stumbled into seems more or less resolved for now. Nobody's hurt, nor is anyone really in trouble...

Although this Matsuoka guy's— excuse me, his Goddess, Cloacina's— getting a bit of an up-close-and-personal talking to from her. She takes control of his body? That's an odd pact if I've ever heard one. Apparently she needs to ease off on it too...

Only, judging from those tomato-colored ears, she doesn't seem like she's got a complete domain over him.

I bite back a smirk, a skill I've spent years cultivating. You're kinda cruel, aren't you sensei? Poor guy's heart must be going crazy.

I'll throw you a bit of a bone, buddy. You and I are probably gonna need to stick together anyway—

Here's why.

"She does do your accent pretty well, though. Somewhere close to Kobe?" I ask conversationally, having pinged the region at an "almost-certainty" level after the first three words left his mouth. A small chance at Osaka, but I really doubted it.

I'm not as alone as I think I am!

[Assistant]
MATSUOKA MINORU

Be still, my heart. Do not focus on how incredibly close Miss Hoshino had been to your face and how you could feel her breath on your ears (You're only focusing on it more, Matsuoka) or Cloacina's constant colour commentary. This entire situation really isn't what I had been expecting when I first entered the simulator rooms; certainly, the future I had originally envisaged did not contain two irritated upperclassmen and being lectured by a pretty teacher-ack (=D). I flush again, taking two quick rapid steps backwards before I embarrass myself further. I will not be able to uphold the faith the bigwigs have in their students in this manner!

It's absolutely necessary that I find a way out of these circumstances, and I am immensely thankful for the interruption of the newest person to enter the room. I try my best to control the rapid beating of my heart as I turn to the face the girl who had just addressed me; hopefully the redness of my face has died down but if the heat in my cheeks is any indication it's likely still, to use the American expression, a mere stone's throw away from the DPRK in colour.

You truly have the strangest of metaphors, Matsuoka.

Rogue states aside, I immediately take in the new girl's appearance. Her ponytailed-hair is a warm, chestnut brown, a shade uncommon to those with clearly Japanese features like her. Those golden - maybe amber - eyes are quite evident as well. Maybe she has foreign blood in there? She's definitely of a greater height than most girls I've met, although that could be chalked up to the way she carries herself. Does she do sports, then?

More importantly, that accent of hers is faint, but I would recognise another one of us anywhere.

"Amagasaki, yeah," I reply, failing to keep my lips from quirking up into a small smile. "Guessin' yer from Kobe then, mate?"

[User]
NAGASE ERI

I smile in turn. Knew it. And luckily for him, it looks like he's already starting to cool down. Literally. I could almost make a dumb joke about me fulfilling the wishes of my patron god with this, but nobody wants to hear that. Instead, I'll just keep things moving right along.

"You bet! Nishinomiya and proud!" I state, folding my arms as I give him a once-over. Now that I see his face, I can tell that in spite of his height, he's younger than I am. The color-coding of his uniform, which I hadn't really paid much attention to at first, confirmed my suspicions for me. Matsuoka is a first-year.

Looks like I've found myself a kouhai.

...Okay, not really a kouhai in any capacity, I know. I'm as new to the school as he is, since I got transferred at the start of the year. But still, he's someone with common ground, and in this crazy place that's an invaluable trait in someone.

"Nice to know some old neighbors are along for the ride too, huh?"

Now, I'm starting to feel a little more like myself. I thank you for that, Matsuoka-kun. You've helped me out in a way I'm sure you could never know.

I'll have to pay you back.

[Assistant]
MATSUOKA MINORU

Nishinomiya, huh? It isn't exactly within Kobe proper, but the difference is so utterly miniscule that she's essentially from the city anyway. A gentle warmth fills my chest at meeting someone from the same general area (right next door, in fact) from me. The Kanto plains are a far cry from home in many ways, so it can be positively bizarre dealing with the culture of the easterners.

"Yeah, all these Tokyoites start lookin' at me funny whenevah I open my mouth, yaknow?" I reply, taking note of her uniform and the colouring upon her lapel. She appears to be another upperclassman then. (Upperclasswoman, Matsuoka) I seem to be meeting a lot of upperclassmen today. "Though yer accent sounds pretty standahdised."

Those from Nishinomiya speak in a manner more similar to the Tokyo dialect than we do; Amagasaki is pretty Kansai through and through.

"Anyway, nice ta meetcha senpai," I continue, bowing to her in greetings. "The name's Matsuoka Minoru. With the kanji for 'pine', 'hill' and 'to bear fruit'."

[User]
Jennifer White

Jen accepted the tap on the head gracefully, because her normal reaction to someone's attempt to touch her hair had ended with her being accidentally tossed into a wall the last time she'd objected. Maybe she should have asked Ruriko to wait whilst she got a teacher, but how was she to know that someone that started off seeming irritated hadn't snapped under the pressure and decided on fights to the death?

That god, though, spouting off about their own power... sure, maybe she could have told actual trajectory of the weapons at that point. But it was obvious that they had no practice at this sort of thing if they thought there was any danger. If they weren't practised with these sorts of fights, then...

A now angry-again blonde stomped up to Minoru and kept waiting for an opening to speak that wouldn't get drowned out by the babble about hometowns. When none was forthcoming, she simply pointed a finger at the boy and started anyway. "Hey, god, I don't care if you think you're better than me: listen up!

"Stop being cocky! Nobody wants you to step in and mess things up. You don't even know how things work, idiot. Your stupid power would've been useless if I'd turned the cutting off and there's no way you would have been able to stop that in time. Watch some videos of the last tournament and see what we're supposed to be doing!

"You must be going senile if you think anyone would want to follow some shitty god like you... and I think Tsu would be mad if she heard you saying things like that about the students."

Rant finished, and feeling a bit better about it, the blonde girl crossed her arms and waited for permission to leave. It wasn't like she was going to be getting any training done in this room, so she may as well get changed and go home.

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Tachibana Kaede

"The hard part would be convincing someone that maybe we should take advantage of all the training tech to make it less dangerous. We'd have to win to be listened to, but that means having to put up with the thing we need to change in the first place... politics is such a bore."

The redhead closed her eyes again, slightly irritated that the sun had sunken lower over the course of the conversation in such a way that it was now shining right at her face. Pity that she didn't have arms at the moment to shade them with. Well, she could just lie down the other way round if it got too annoying...

[Assistant]
Adachi Ruriko

There seemed to be a bit of conversation, things relaxing... though Ruriko certainly didn't feel relaxed. What was all that supposed to mean?! What, that an outside observer could predict her moves better then she could? Even when it was a goddess, Ruriko still felt insulted. Her glare returned to laying on the boy, but before she could speak up, the other girl spoke up before her, landing quite a rant at the goddess inhabiting the boy's body.

Akira was quick to step between them all, interposing herself into the verbal conflict.

"That's enough!" she began, "There was a lot done wrong here, but fighting about it will get us no-where. I think everyone needs to leave the room and cool off immediately."

She glanced back at Matsuoka for a moment. That goddess in there... she was so sure of herself about some things. It was hard to say that a goddess wouldn't know anything, but a lot of things about the scenario felt wrong to the teacher.

"..."

Ruriko glared for a few more moments, before turning towards the door.

"I guess I'll train somewhere with less idiots," she said, before huffing and marching for the doorway.

[User]
Yasuo Ojima x Kuzunao Sakamori

Yasuo felt like her words held truth and wisdom in them. She was right, there was no way avoiding it would solve anything for him. But at the same time, he knew he was no ready to face those demons. He lowered his eyes in somber thought for just a second before looking back at her with a smile. But your query about him having mock battles were kinda interesting.

 "None, at all. My father has stopped training with me. And… I've been too afraid to battle anyone since." The black bar hanging from his braclet held a eerie energy that ran through him. "Just what are you suggesting, Kuzunao-sensei?"


[System]
AGE:
28
SEX:
Female
APPEARANCE:
A lithe, pale woman standing at 164 centimeters (5'4) with slight curves and little muscle definition. She has an oval shaped face with a sharp chin, straight nose, and murky green eyes. Her raven hair is cut in a straight line and above her shoulders. It is long enough to tie into a short ponytail, however. She has a slightly messy fringe that falls into her eyes, which doesn't seem to bother her. Jay prefers wearing business suits; black trousers, jackets, and even cravats. She will sometimes spruce up with colourful and/or patterned dress shirts or cufflinks, however. She wears a silver wristwatch on her left, and occasionally accessorizes with broaches or earrings.
Link to the Artist

In her esper form, her complexion becomes outright greyish, and her hair is longer and wilder. Her esper outfit is a fancy full plate armour.
Link to the Artist

GRIMIORE:
An engraved silver ring. She wears it on her right pinky.
INSTRUMENT: Havoc
A metal war pick with a simple design but some tasteful and subtle engravings. Its handle is about a meter and a half (5 feet) in length. The head is a blunt hammer on one side and a sharp, slightly curved spike on the other. The spike part is 13 cm (5 inches) long, while its width peters off from 6 centimeters at its widest to half a centimeter at its narrowest.

GRADE: Silver
KEYWORD: Great Axe
DAMAGE TYPE: Arcane
DAMAGE: B
SPEED: D
SENTINEL: D
SPECIAL: Pry. When the spike end is hooked into or against an object or part of an object (such as an opponent's shield, a door…), the user can pry that object free of wherever it's stuck or from whomever holds it as long as that thing's or person's sentinel rank isn't higher than D.
STYLE: Eternal Knight
Her whole body changes hue, giving her an ash-gray, silvery complexion. There are some splotches of a darker, tarnished gray here and there – most notably around her eyes – and a few flecks of a near-white scattered around. Her hair is now a steely black, while her fingernails are a dull aluminum. Her irises are similarly leaden, while her pupils glint a bright red. Jacqueline becomes attired in full steel plate armour, which is finely engraved.
Link to the Artist

Grade: Bronze
PHYSICAL: E
ARCANE: C
CHAOS: D
SPECIAL: Perfectly polished. The armour is so speckless, you may even catch your own reflection in it.
GENRE: Forged Arsenal
Everything from rough chunks of metal to finer constructions such as bullets, shivs, spheres, chains, etc.

GRADE: Silver
ELEMENT: Earth/Metal
NOTES: [Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)
SPECIAL: Breakthrough. If a target of Jacqueline's melody has their defenses enhanced, her melody gains a free rank-up.
LEITMOTIF: Iron Dust
A cloud of small metal particles surrounds her. They do not obstruct her vision, nor do they aid her or hinder others in any way.

GRADE: Bronze
SPECIAL: The particles swirl around her; gently swaying while not in combat, and buzzing angrily when she is.

BACKUP: Lifeblood Crystal

A small blood gem created by Lada. Shatters upon use. A creeping crimson vein-esque pattern forms upon Jacqueline's esper form, both her body and her armour.

GRADE: Silver
BACKUP MELODY: [Bronze Self][Stabilize][Enhance][Heal][Delay][Reflect]
SPECIAL: There is power in blood. This backup can draw upon nearby human blood (injured enemy, fresh body) the very moment it is used to empower the melody, granting it a rank-up.

PR: Unchivalrous
Some extra stuff that hardly fits the 'knightly' theme, but then again, Jacqueline isn't one to sweat the details. Survival is survival.

GRADE: Bronze
GEAR: Pistol, Molotov
SPECIAL: The gun is metal-silver and engraved, the Molotov is in an elegant dark gray glass bottle and produces haunting white flames.
FACTION:
Gemini Agents
TRIVIA:
Jacqueline is ambitious and driven, always striving for something. While no-nonsense, professional, and assertive in a working environment, she is much more casual in her free time. She teases and snarks, and is more receptive to humour and such. Though, if an idiot gets on her nerves, she'll certainly let them have their piece. Otherwise, she is a faithful adherent of the 'work hard, play hard' adage, and often indulges in alcohol at bars – in moderation, now that she's so close to her 30s. She enjoys adventures – such as travelling, discovering new eateries and other locales – and a tad of a thrill seeker. Bungee-jumping, skydiving, water surfing…if it's a new and exciting experience, she'll likely go for it. This trait has also made her quite the enthusiastic, even bloodthirsty monster-hunter.
Born to a banker and university professor, Jacqueline was firmly in the upper middle class since birth. As the only daughter, she faced strict guidance and high expectations. She fulfilled them all, and due to some good friends, avoided the fate of being too stifled or too much of a perfectionist. She excelled academically, and went on to study business. She completed part of her education back in France, but moved to USA for her master's. Not long after graduating, she found a job, and was looking to permanently settle there for a while.

She became an esper fairly recently. Jacqueline had been visiting her parents and some friends back home. While on a jaunt around town, she was inexplicably drawn to a pawn shop. There, a fairly plain silver ring stood out to her for some reason, and she purchased it. Upon putting it on, she immediately gained knowledge of what she was now capable of. It was certainly a strange event, but an exhilarating one. A few days after returning home, she had another chance encounter, in which she used her powers properly for the first time. She'd been at a small eatery in the late evening, and upon leaving the establishment, heard a strange noise an alley or so away. Leaving to investigate, she found a monstrous racoon the size of a large dog crouched over a person, ready to attack.

Both Jay and the monster were startled. The monster acted first, but Jacqueline knew what to do – she transformed into her esper form, and killed the thing. She'd been too preoccupied with what had happened to think of the possible consequences. When she was contacted not a week later by Gemini Agents, however, she learned that apparently despite the time of day and location, the fact that she'd saved a person and was an esper had been discovered. Having some things explained to her, she agreed for an official transferal to their establishment. Now, she works and trains as a government agent and monster slayer.

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28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D |750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 750

[User]
Even with all the various defensive measures Ashley had in place, the foes arrayed against her were far too numerous to completely repel. The Knight of Tomorrow ground her teeth in annoyance as her anti-gravity buzzsaw became embedded in, and subsequently engulfed by, the increasingly growing mass of blood tendrils, even as a shot from Pac's laser pistol shattered the protective aura around her body. A swarm of buzzing flies was also assailing her from every angle, and despite her efforts to blast, block, or bat them aside, it was inevitable that one would eventually reach her body. Landing on her back, it disgorged a stream of acid onto her shoulder. Ashley hissed in pain as the corrosive spray ate into her flesh, but even as anguished tears streamed down her bloody cheeks, the high-tech heroine remained fiercely fixated on her goal…

A moment later, a swift blur of motion gave evidence of Leroux's rescue, and its continued path toward Pac meant that the gamer girl would have significantly more pressing concerns to deal with than taking shots at Ashley. Thus, the Knight of Tomorrow joined her rescued teammate in her attack upon Justin. However, while the armored agent took the literal high ground, Ashley would come at their foe from a decidedly lower path. Moving to take cover behind one of the wrecked cars, the high-tech heroine finally caught sight of vampire once more. Even through the crimson downpour, she could see that his body had been utterly ravaged, and Ashley only hoped his injuries felt as painful as they looked…

And you're going to be feeling a lot worse, you fucking monster…

Justin's attention was fixed on Leroux, while his blood barrier remained focused on Samuel. Ashley herself had yet to be seen… Her skin had begun to itch from the rapidly spreading boils, but the young agent didn't care. Her foe was in her sights, and that was all that mattered. Her pain only sharpened her focus, only accentuated her desire to see Justin experience even greater agony. From her place of concealment, the Knight of Tomorrow crouched down, braced herself against the car for added stability, and fired off two orbs of neon green annihilation in quick succession. The first came via a melody. The second, more powerful, bolt originated directly from her techno-wand itself. Both were aimed at the vampire's now-exposed heart…

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18 | Female | GEMINI | Vision of Tomorrow
Implements of Tomorrow | Wand, Shield | Arcane | Tune of Tomorrow
Raiment of Tomorrow | Stride of Tomorrow
Light of Tomorrow | Light | Power of Tomorrow
PRO-TEK 4000 Defensive Surgery Implement | Kevlar Coat, Kevlar Padding, Clip Light
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Heal (6), Major Heal (18), AoE (2), Powerful (0), Piercing (2)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: C | 750

[Silver Projectile][Damage X] = -90 mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: B | 252

[Assistant]
Marrie Knight

I'm saving you whether you want it or not, damnit! Marrie thought as Pac fell out of her chain. She used the last bit of flight given to her by her note to drop down at an angle in an attempt to avoid the starship and it's attack. As she fell, and her skin began itching, she used her backup. The bracelet she had been given worked its magic to heal herself up again. She had to conserve mana at this point, she knew. She hit the ground and rolled before bursting into a sprint towards Pac-a-fist. She was not going to give up, and Pac had to be running low on mana too. A quick glance at Justin made it clear that they were in the second phase of the boss fight, and the damnable Diver was still making things worse. What was the next one again?

Oh. Oh shit.

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19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps
Apexer Predator | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chain
Arctic Storm | Masking
Step of the Hurricane | Wind | Riding the Currents
After You Get Smacked UP | Disco Fever
[Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage X (6), Multi-Cast (4), Blink (4), Magic Sense (6), Heal (16), Portal (8), Rain (2), Scatter (2), Bounce (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: C | 156

After You Get Smacked Up : Bronze Self - Powerful - Enhance - Heal

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: B | 156

[User]
Justin was damaged, but of course, not yet dead. He whirled on her, and she suddenly couldn't move. So, that's what his trick was. Even though he made for a gory image, he was clearly still functioning perfectly fine. He could probably heal somehow or other if given time enough. He had to be finished off now, somehow. All she could do was cast a melody. That'd have to be enough. The very moment she realized what he intended to do – felt the blood rain under his control herding her closer to him, saw his arm raise and grow claws – her decision was made. She channeled magic throughout her body. An attack he shouldn't be able to see coming until it was too late.

It didn't even matter when her skin broke out in boils. She strained under the pain, but was unable to move. Inevitably, her eyes teared. It was painful, and it would get even more so. But her melody was primed and ready to go. As soon as the vampire grasped her, he'd be in for a surprise.

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28 | Female | Gemini Agents | Iron Dust
Havoc | Great Axe | Arcane | Pry
Eternal Knight | Perfectly polished
Forged Arsenal | Earth/Metal | Breakthrough
[Quake (2), Mass (2)] Damage X (6), AoE (2), Enhance (2), Powerful (0), Dispel (6), Zone (4), Pull (2), Restrain (4), Blink (4)

DAMAGE: B | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Silver Touch][AoE][Damage X] = -120

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 140


[System]
appearance:
age: 17/18
species: winged enchantress
powers(if any): magic spells, healing powers, speed, agility, some hypnosis to a point, and a couple others.

sexuality: bi
bio(optional):She is a winged enchantress. She is a winged creature that can use magic spells. However, her powers are limited. Her parents had sent her to this school to be a part of the program. She is also there to follow in her brothers' footsteps. He had graduated from the school long before the one year thing started. However, she heard he had become a teacher and wondered what class he teaches.

other(optional): none

appearance:

name: Alexander Thorne
age: 24
species: male version of what Angel is.
powers(if any): same as Angels and fairly limited
sexuality: he prefers guys
bio(optional): He is Angels' older brother. He was a student at the boarding school before the school welcomed humans. He now teaches crafts and Pottery at the school. He works hard and hopes to help the school. The rest may be revealed in rp.

other(optional): none

[User]
The arrival of even more creatures caused Jasper to freak out "Jesus mother of god I'm surrounded" shook in fear as the thought hit him. "They're everywhere, they're coming out the god damned woodwork. My supplies won't be able to cut it, I need a full-on goddamned kill team!". Never before had he had to deal with such a large number of supernaturals alone, the most he'd had to handle was a particularly nasty cult headed by a demon duke but never these many creatures and never in such a large variety when he was alone. Jasper needed to exfiltrate from this room and he needed to do it quickly, so he fell back into his training to come up with a clever lie "I'M NOT FEELING WELL! Tell the teacher I'm having family problems with my dog! He needs a new kidney!!!" he shouted to nobody in particular.

Grabbing his school bag, Jasper jumped out of the open window and landed with a roll before sprinting into the distance. One hand quickly took out his phone, then he typing furiously as he ran "Situation has gone from code white straight into red. Requesting reinforcements. One dozen count supernaturals, half unknown in arts and crafts class. Mobilize teams Guzman, Tavera and Escolano, Bring heavy weapons. Mobolize Archers 1 and 2 and Guardians 1 to 5 on standby for bombing runs. The situation is FUBAR! FUBAR!!!". Jasper hid behind a pillar where he trembled in fear as he waited for the bombs to drop.

Peter walked into the room just seconds after Jasper's breakdown "Howdy guys, nice to meet you all. I thought I was late but it looks like the teacher's not here yet.". He just took a seat in the middle, not really minding where he sat. As the young man got comfortable, he wondered where Jasper was since he was should have been here earlier than Peter until his phone started to buzz full of messages.

"///>>>Dervish Actual has elevated threat level to red.<<</// "
"///>>>Dervish Actual has requested Kill Squad Guzman on site, Tanner Actual Confirm YES/NO<<<///"
"///>>>Dervish Actual has requested Combat Squad Tavera on site, Tanner Actual Confirm YES/NO<<<///"
"///>>>Dervish Actual has requested Support Squad Escolano on site, Tanner Actual Confirm YES/NO<<<///"
"///>>>...<<<///

Peter swore inwardly "Well at least he hasn't gone on a rampage... probably.". Peter smiled at his classmates before talking "Whoops, looks like I gotta take this call. Just tell the teacher I'm coming in late or something. See you guys in a bit" He smiled before dipping out of the room. He started to call his support handler when he saw nobody nearby.

"This is Tanner Actual to Vigil Actual. Give me a rundown on the situation."
"I dunno man, you know how Jasper is. Must have started freaking out when too many freaks started showing up. High command REALLY messed up not having somebody watch him."
"God damn it Jasper, why the hell can't you just pretend to be normal for even an hour."
"Like you're one to talk, Pete. At least it's obvious Jasper's a weirdo, you totally give me the creeps you know that? I mean what the hell's up with your stupid smile?"
"Stow it Vigil, terminate those orders for backup and ordinance then send me Dervish Actual's coordinates."
"Stowing it and sending you the location agent psycho. Vigil actual out."

[Assistant]
The Nephilim didn't go to class. Really, what use did the son of Hasmed have for Crafts and Pottery? Instead he was simply walking around campus, familarising himself with where everything was. At least u til he heard someone rambling about calling in some kind of strike force. Walking around the pillar so he could look at the person who had clearly lost it, on the first day no less. Needless to say, the Nephilim was not impressed. "Rough day?" Zienaknuen asked casually. "Come on, human. Call off whatever strike you ordered. This is bigger than you and your petty racism." The nephilim ordered. Of course it would be a human to start shooting at the sight of this many supernaturals. Not at all thinking about the nueanced politics of Supernatural Culture. Hell, if the Human really wanted this whole experiment to fail, there were much easier ways of doing it, that were much less overt. Turn the wolves against vamps. Play to the Fae's tendancies towards pranks, and make them a nuisance for everyone. Even demons could be pitted against each other with a little manipulation. However, as it always was, the Humans attacking everyone first. Well, maybe one good thing could come from this, it could unite the Supernatural world against the humans. Ending a mellenia old war.

Zee dropped his bag on the floor. "So, how is this gonna go? You calm down, and tell your little friends to stop the attack, and let the Church handel this. Or, I pummel you into the sidewalk until you can't stand. I would very muich prefer the first one, as violence is unbecoming. Have faith in the church to do what is right. Hell, get your superours to call the Vatican. They want this experiment to work. End eons of war. Don't stand in the way of greater good, because you can't see past race."

[User]
Emily, Jason, and Angel all gasped. The entire class would seemingly be in a frenzy. There were many frowns to go around. Alexander sighed and stood up.
"Excuse me, class. I am going to see what has happened with that student. I shall be right back."

Angel stood up.
"Can I come with....sir?"
She tried not to address him as her brother while she was in class and he was the teacher.

Alexander looked at Angel. He raised an eyebrow for a moment. He sighed.
"Very well, miss Angel. Just be careful."
He turned around and left the classroom with Angel following. They looked around.

Alexander soon spotted Zee @Sanity43217 and walked over to where they were. Angel used her wings.

[Assistant]
Sasha was about to respond to Emily when the classroom burst into chaos. Was school supposed to be like this? Not that she minded a little mayhem, but she hadn't expected students to be entering and leaving the classroom so frequently, much less by jumping out the window. She chose to stay put despite the urge to follow everyone leaving and find out what exactly was going on. As the teacher left, Sasha looked around at the few students left in class. "What do we do now?" she asked them. @Vampiretwilight @BiffleChump @Kierankaos

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Benji had sat silently observing as everyone entered and exited the room in various levels of panic. This was definitely the best first day at a new school he had experienced so far. Guess no one's gonna be taking attendance today, he thought to himself with a grin as he stood up from his chair. Shortly after the teacher had left the room, he made to leave as well, giving a playful salute to the remaining students. "Someone make a killer bowl for me." With that, he left the crafts and pottery classroom. He looked down the hallway and saw that a demon-looking guy was headed in the opposite direction the teacher had gone. Probably best to follow his lead.

Benji quickly caught up to the guy and began walking beside him. "Hey, mind if I join ya? Skipping class is a hobby of mine." He wore a devious smile, unafriad as he looked up at the supernatural creature. @Spike

[User]
Emily looked worried. She shrugged. She did not know what to do. She frowned and bit her lip.
"I...I don't know. I haven't been around this much chaos since my girlfriend dumped me last summer for a 'well experienced' hunter."
She took a breath. The vampire managed to keep herself calm. She hoped that the human was alright and that he was not going crazy or anything. The experiment would be scrapped and she'd never be able to go into the human world ever again. There would be no chance for her to have any human friends. That would be absolutely terrible, she thought. She looked at Sasha.
"are you alright?"
Emily showed some concern for the demon she just met.

[Assistant]
Marcus couldn't help feeling mildly surprised that the first person to spaz out in class was one of the mortals, but then realized that a human, xenophobic or not, would be getting a little nervous when surrounded by powerful supernatural creatures with the capability – if not the intention – of reducing him to a dark red stain or heap of ash with minimal effort.
An already unstable person would go over the edge all too easily... whose idea had it been to send him here?

Marcus had at least enough presence of mind to answer Sasha's question: "- I think we should stick together and try to get along, so we have someone we can trust when… unexpected... scenes like these happen. It would be pretty pathetic if the grand experiment meant for peace and tolerance had to end because of some incident happening on the first day." He twiddled his fingers a little nervously at his last words.

He did not openly state his last thought: an openly loony person would at least be easier to avoid than someone who was crazy in secret.
He felt tempted to dream-read the boy when next night comes, but decided against it; some people's minds could be dangerous to contact.
At least nobody else had shown any signs of insanity or really boorish manners thus far, though it was clear not all students took the classes as seriously.

[User]
Jasper just fucking ran. Apparently logic wasn't something he understood. Zienaknuen guessed he didn't like not being in control. Must have liked being the most informed person in the room, and whenever someone went over his head, he lost his mind. To be fair, threatening to turn his femur into dust may have been a bit much, but he desered it, calling in whatever strike teams in on the school.

Zienaknuen heard footsteps and wings approaching behind him, as he watched Jasper sprint away. He turned to see Alexander and Angel. "Morning." He said with a cheery dispostion. "I assume your looking for the lunatic." He said gesturing over his shoulder at Jasper running off into the distance. "Oh, I'm sorry. Lunatic isn't the word I meant to use. So insensitive to Werewolves. Who are actually effected by the lunar cycle." He said, as he remembered that the term lunatic actually had its origins from people who behaved oddly under a full moon, and was likly a result of Werewolve trying to stay hidden in the past. "Would you like me to grab him?" He said gesturing back to Jasper who had tripped over and was getting back up. "Or are you here for me?" He asked, placing a hand over his heart to gesture to himself. "I'm Zienaknuen by the way. I request you call me that, until we get to know each other."

[Assistant]
Alexander sighed and nodded. He introduced himself.
"and I demand that you return to class immediately before I call the head of the school."
He crossed his arms. He narrowed his eyes. The teacher was very unhappy.

Angel sighed. She frowned. Her wings dropped a bit. She glanced away. She hated it when her brother got strict, teacher or not. Anyway, she cleared her throat.
"I can escort them both back if you'd like...sir."
She, then, looked at Zienaknuen @Sanity43217. She gave a faint smile.

Alexander sighed again. He nodded once.
"Very well, miss. But you must return to my class quickly. I will not be patient for very long."

Angel nodded, not looking away from Zienaknuen.

[User] "You're going to call the head of school because I am not in the class, you should be teaching, but aren't, because your here? Sir." He said, just wanting to make sure he understood the situation. "What if I called the head of school, on my Crafts and Pottery Teacher who didn't show up to class. Or the Crafts and Pottery Teacher who let god knows how many students just leave the class." Zienaknuen knew this 'teacher' couldn't do shit. He looked barely older than the students, which in itself wasn't much, but the way he spoke, he sounded young. The Vatican had taught him how to guess an entities age, independent from their physical body. "How old are you? 23? 25?" Zienaknuen had no idea how they thought this was going to work. He looked at his watch and smirked. "Well, it been fifteen minutes. You're not teaching the class. I'm legally allowed to leave."

[Assistant]
"after retrieving this one, I was intended to make them return, student. Security has already been called on the others."
Alexander narrowed his eyes.
"That is detention for you, for talking back. Anything else?"
He crossed his arms.
"my age is none of your business."

Angel sighed.
"please, sir, calm down?"
Angel sounded worried, nervous even. She looked at the other student.
"I volunteered to help. I didn't want anyone in serious trouble."
She frowned. Her eyes closed for a moment. She bit her lip. Her wings dropped all the way down.

Alexander sighed.
"Stay out of this, student."
He addressed his sister that time.

Angel simply nodded.


[System]
Age: Unknown. If one was to the ask the Ork directly, the answer would either be 'Lots' or a series of unintelligible grunts.

Gender: One uv' da Boyz.

Appearance: Ya din't see dis, cuz I'z too sneaky.

Canon, AU, or OC?: OC

Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40k.

Personality: As a Kommando, Arragoz displays a level of kunnin' uncharacteristic to most Orks. Rather than simply charge into battle while yelling 'Waaagh!,' he prefers to sneak up on the 'stoopid humies', plant a few explosives here and there, before proceeding to shoot, stab, and explode his way out of whatever situation he got himself stuck into. In the event he is outmatched, or 'has uvva fings to do' according to Arragoz, he will promptly unload as many explosives as physically possible, set them off, and use the chaos to cover his retreat. Truly, a master tactician.

Despite this, he is still an Ork, and will gladly get stuck in wiff da Boyz in a proppa fight. He is also quite fond of nickin' weapons, armour, and shiny fings in general, especially off of humies.

Abilities/Weapons:

Slugga: Arragoz' prized slugga, while poorly made by the standards of most civilizations, is both reliable and incredibly effective in the hands of a proppa Ork Boy. With the Ork's latent Waaagh! field keeping it in working order, and the almost nonsensical volume of fire it can produce more than making up for its poor accuracy, it has served as Arragoz' preferred tool for krumpin' unsuspectin' gitz.

Choppa(s): In the unlikely event that the hailstorm of bullets from his Slugga fails to do the job, Arragoz will be more than happy to fall back on his tried and true choppa. If that still fails to kill something, he will use his second choppa (which also doubles as a knuckleduster), for double the choppin'.

Stikkbombs and other 'Splodey Fings: Arragoz carries a variety of explosives on his person, ranging from simple grenades and mines to shaped charges and melta bombs.

Stikkbomb Types
Stikkbombs - Most common and basic type, these are the Ork equivalents of Imperial frag grenades.

Krak Stikkbombs - Rarer version analogous to Imperial krak grenades and used against enemy vehicles.

Stunbombs - Basically the Orky version of a flashbang.

Stinkbombs - These are made from cultured fungus and other unsavoury substances and release clouds of noxious green vapour. The resulting stench is beyond description, having significant effect on any non-Orkoid with a sense of smell.

Fungus Gas Bomb - Releases a gas cloud of very old, fermented fungus. While harmless to an Ork, it is poisonous to almost all other living creatures.

Firey Stikkbombs - Filled with flammable liquids, these stikkbombs are used to cover a target area in flames.

Smokey Stikkbombs - Functions in a similar manner to a smoke grenade. Good for making 'taktikul retreats.'

Goo-bomb - Contains a sticky greenish-black ooze made from the fermented leftovers of dead squigs. Upon exploding, the surrounding area will be coated in the substance, thoroughly trapping those hit. However, the effect is temporary, for the ooze will eventually dry out, allowing any victims to break free with relative ease.

Buzz-bombs - A rather unusual type of bomb, a small swarm of carnivorous Buzzer Squigs is trapped inside. Detonation will release the swarm, which will almost immediately proceed to devour anyone or anything caught in the general area.

Super Stikkbombs - An 'upgraded' version of the standard Krak Stikkbomb, they are essentially a large number of their smaller cousins wired together in order to make a much larger explosion.

Da otha' stuff
Landmines - Pretty self-explanatory.

Tankbusta Bombs - Heavy magnetic discs the size and shape of manhole covers. They are directional and are used when Stikkbombs simply aren't sufficient to destroy something. They're attached to the vehicles by magnetic clamps and detonated with deadly efficiency.

Melta Bombs - Presumably stolen from an Imperial Armoury, these deadly contraptions explode with intense thermal energy, effectively melting the target with microwave radiation. However, their range is infamously short, requiring them to be directly attached to a target in order to be effective. It is also worth noting that they possess an integral timer which can be set for up to one hour.

As one of the countless greenskins which make up the dreaded Green Tide of the forty-first millennium, Arragoz possesses a number of traits that make him into an excellent fighter. His tough hide and semi-fungal physiology make him immensely difficult to harm, and even when he does suffer an injury, it will likely do little to impede him. An Ork can easily survive being dismembered or even decapitated, and just about anything short of extreme trauma or outright disintegration. In short, he is, as Orks often say, Ded 'Ard.

Paired with this immense degree of durability is an exceptional level of strength, allowing Arragoz to easily overpower normal humans and hold his own against a 'Spess Muhrine.' However, it is worth noting that, like any proppa Ork, Arragoz is in a bizarre state of authority-fuelled growth. So long as he remains the biggest and strongest Ork in the area (not exactly a difficult task, given the circumstances), he will continue to slowly get bigger, greener, and meaner, eventually ascending to Nob status and beyond.

Due to his race being genetically engineered by the Old Ones to serve as soldiers that could be mass-produced on a moment's notice, Arragoz' brain contains a wealth of instinctive knowledge regarding both the waging of war and the crafting, operation, and maintenance of his wargear. Combined with his experience as a Kommando, this makes Arragoz 'da best there is at wut he does.'

Backstory: As an Ork of the Blood Axes clan, Arragoz spent his early life fightin', winnin', and lootan', as most Orks are wont to do. However, as time passed, he began to exhibit a particular fondness for being kunnin' and sneaky, even more so than the average Blood Axe Boy. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Arragoz to find himself working with a unit of Kommandos, where his talents could be put to proper use. The next several years were also spent fightin', winnin', and lootan', but in a sneaky 'n' kunnin' way.

Eventually, a crack team of Kommandos, one of which was Arragoz, and a few Mekboys were chosen by Warboss Mardrug to partake in 'Da Great Titanheist.' As the name implied, they were to sneak onto the forge world of Canto II, which had recently been attacked by a Tyranid splinter fleet, and nick a Warlord-class Titan called the Wrath of Caseopea while nobody was looking. The first few parts of the plan went exceptionally well, with the forge world's inhabitants being none the wiser as they snuck on board the Titan. Well, with the exception of the Titan's crew, but they didn't really count, since the Orks shot them before they could do anything.

Unfortunately, that was the point where things started to go wrong. When the Meks jump-started the fusion reactor, the machine spirit of the Wrath of Caseopea was a tad grumpy. Because they had slaughtered the Titan's crew, the Orks had no way of actually controlling the Titan. A minor oversight on their part, obviously. Arragoz and the other Boyz were carried along for the ride as the confused and enraged Titan went on a rampage across the forge world, prior to overloading its own reactor and violently exploding. Despite this spectacular failure, Arragoz 'died' happy, knowing that he got to see such a massive boom before the end. However, instead of going up to the big green Waaagh! in the sky, where he could spend eternity fightin' and winnin' with Gork and Mork, the Ork found himself transported to an unknown location, surrounded by some weird-looking humies.

Before he had the chance to shake off his confusion and start krumpin' gitz, the group explained that if he were to aid them in their endeavours, he would be greatly rewarded. Arragoz asked if he'd get to 'fight fings,' to which they said yes. It was all the convincing he needed.

Faction: Shadow Eternity.

[User]
Blake, Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir

Skidding to a halt, Blake's eyes darted over the group waiting for them at the entrance to the passenger berths. As the girl produced her weapon, Blake did the same, pulling Gambol Shroud in its entirety off of her back plate. In one smooth move she slipped the sheath from the short sword's blade, holding it in a reverse grip in her left hand while her right leveled the weapon's pistol form at the intruders.

"Jaune, I think they already know we're with UMMA." She said, her voice cold as she stared the pink-haired girl down. A gauntlet-user? Ranged attacker or close-combat oriented? Impossible to know until the attacks started flying. "Step away from the door and no-one has to get hurt."

[Assistant]
Zyland Bannon- CMS Terra Nova, Fore Station

Zyland quickly leaped through the gap of the shelf, grabbed the shelf above him, and flipped himself up onto it. He did this in complete silence and with perfect execution. The hurled item flew just underneath of where he was. 'Next plan' was the only thing in his mind. He jumped up and grabbed a metal ceiling beam and hung there. He looked over at the corner of the room at several boxes of ripper blades accompanied by an explosive. It would temporarily reveal his position, but by the time the man could probably react, he'd be in a different location. He raised his handgun and fired at the explosive, setting it off and launching dozens of circular saw blades in he and Dio's direction.

He flipped himself off the beam and timed his dodges so that he avoided all the blades coming at him, but they were few compared to what Dio faced on the ground. He then tined his next attacks so that he would shoot stasis at the man while he was dodging, and the slowing effect would most likely lead him to a saw blade filled death. He hoped. He stayed on the move in case the man proved to be even more than what Zyland perceived.

[User]
Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza

Upon hearing that he'd be doing some demolition work, Arragoz immediately broke off from his recital of butchered Spess Muhrine dogma. Reaching into his pack once more, the greenskin began to withdraw a staggering array of explosives, and began sorting them into piles. While the nature of his mission meant that he'd primarily be using heavy-duty explosives, it never hurt to account for the rest, just in case. The wide variety of stikkbombs in his possession were all in working order and in good supply, save for the fungus or squig-based ones. Until the Ork's spores started to take effect, they would be impossible to replace, forcing the Ork to be frugal in his deployment of them. Which was a shame, as Arragoz was particularly fond of the Buzz-bomb. As for the mines, melta bombs, and Tankbusta bombs in his collection, they seemed just as functional as the rest. Luckily, the Titan's reactor overload and the subsequent dimensional jump had done no harm to any of his wargear.

All in all, Arragoz was ready to 'blow fings up,' as the saying goes, and promptly went about returning his arsenal of explosives to the inside of his backpack.