[System]
The Basics
Nicknames/Titles:
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Home Planet: Lothal
Race: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Force Sensitive: Yes, but doesn't know it, nor does he really care.
If yes, to what extent is their control over the Force:
Weapon(s): A-116 Marksmen Blaster Pistol, Modified E-11 Long-Range blaster mostly for scouting areas.
Loyalty: First Order
Position: Smuggler/Marksmen/Mercenary/Bounty Hunter

The Face Stuff
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 197 lbs.
Body Build: Athletic
Notable Injuries/scars: A scar that starts below his left ear and comes across to the end of his jaw.
Hair color: Jet Black
-Length: Shoulder
-Style: Ponytail typically
Eye color(s): Blue
Skin tone: Tanned

Marking/Tattoos: None
Clothing: Highly Modified Baragwin Shadow Armor with a dark blue color to it.along with a targeting assessor.
-Anything notable of the clothing: The First Order's symbol directly on the chest

The Good Stuff
Biography:

Joran doesn't remember exactly anything from his childhood except that he would do anything to scrap by. From about the age of nine, he was taken in by a man that taught him how to fire a blaster to defend himself. From that point, the man took him under his wing, allowing him to grow into a mercenary that no longer had to fight to just get by. They would take on numerous missions for the Empire, but nothing that really put him in any limelight, as he most kept to the shadows.

The once Mercenary eventually was made a complete First Order agent who spends most of his days doing exactly what that man did for him. Give some Orphaned children a purpose. He felt he gave them a life instead of them starving on the streets, begging, or being taken to a worse fate. At least this way they would grow to have a fighting chance against the universe. At least that was always how he rationalized it, which was the same way it had been rationalized to him.

The First Order has made sure that they have kept him on their payroll, even if he isn't out on a mission, as they feel he is a valueable asset to them. While he himself not even realizing it, not that he would really care if he knew, he is force sensitive, which was another reason they have kept him on the payroll, and around.
Personality: A very crass, unapologetic person. Doesn't care if he offends people with his dialouge, nor does he really care if he steps on peoples toes when it comes to having a set plan in stone. He believes firmly that you cannot account for every variable, so why bother even trying to plan out things, as he would rather just react to the events taking place over wasting time. To him, every second planning something is a second he could be doing just about anything else. He refuses to tone himself done for anyone.

Like: Spicy Foods, High Paying Jobs, Taking Risks, Gambling, Explosions caused by him.
Dislikes: Waiting long periods of time, Being forced into planning out details, other Bounty Hunters/Smugglers. Sweet Foods. Explosions by other people directed at him.
Triggers/Hot Button: Plans
Skills/Strengths: Improvisation, Dependable/Reliable, Highly skilled Marksman, Charismatic, Outgoing
Flaws/Weaknesses: Impatient, Reactive, Never Has a Plan, Hot-Headed. Abrasive, Crass, Crude

[User]
Her gaze dropped from the fall offending wall down to the knees shed pulled upward to her chin. "Dont say thank you." She tried to speak softly towards him, still furiously pink. "Ive done nothing for thanks."

She leaned back against the door a bit more and tilted her chin up to the ceiling. "Im just watching my partners back." A smirk returned to her face as she continued, "You know I have to wonder what shenanigans we would have gotten into of we met earlier in life. Think we could have been the highest leaders of the First Order? I think we could have...or the best killers in the galaxy. That's an interesting thought." She simply let her mind wander to fill the silence between them and give Joran a chance to listen and no really have to think and put stress on himself.

[Assistant]
"We would rule the Galaxy." Joran looked at her as if he was the most serious person in the universe. Slowly he leaned over, placing his head on her shoulder while snaking his left arm around her waist. "I also say thank you, for being able to put up with me. Most others wouldn't. I feel like anyone else, and they would have stabbed me by now." That image floated through his mind once more as he just shook it out of his head.

"You know, had we met earlier, and you had realized I was force sensitive... The galaxy would not be the same. Maybe we wouldn't even be with the First Order? Maybe the Empire wouldn't have fallen? Who knows." He started to ponder the thoughts even more now as he just allowed a contented sigh to escape his lips.

"What's your favorite color?" Joran randomly asked, wanting to learn everything about her.

[User]
Solaras chuckled at his response, "Quite the ambitious one arent you?" She relaxed a bit more as his arm snaked out and rested on her waist, her brow twitched at the thought of him being stabbed. "Dont stare at me again and I wont stab you either." She cautiously stated.

She stayed quiet as she thought of colors. Which one really was her favorite? "Pink...like the sunset." Sich an odd color for her to enjoy.

"What about you? Favorite color?"

[Assistant]
"Ambitious doesn't begin to describe me." Joran smirked as he shook his head very softly. Pulling her a bit tighter to him, he made sure she couldn't hit him too hard when he decided to tease her a bit. "I think you would have been offended had I not stare at you." He softly leaned up to look her in the eyes for a moment. "If you want, you can purge it from my mind."

"Blue." Joran immediately replied to her question with a color that hadn't originally been on the spectrum of possibilities. Though he wasn't about to explain the reasoning behind it to her. How was he suppose to casually bring up her potential daughter was going to be using a blue lightsaber at some point in her life.

"Favorite food?"

[User]
"Oh I know plenty enough words to describe you, Smuggler." She gently pushed a shoulder into him in teasing. Her skin only flared red again as a real pout, not one like when she was a politician, came across her lips. She looked away from him before saying, "I'm not going to mess with your head. It was a natural reaction and I shouldn't be throwing this much of a fit it's just that...no ones ever...like...you know." Now Solaras Apontha was not one to stutter or not be able to finish a sentence but this was one of those rare occasions.

She was grateful for the change of topic as she nodded at his answer, still quite red. "Starfruit." The thought of the delicious little fruit came to mind a split second after she said it; it brought a smile to her lips. "Favorite location?"

[Assistant]
"Oh? What would those words be? I bet they are all marvelous little compliments, as there is nothing wrong with me at all." Obvious he was being entirely factious. "Well I am honored." Might as well dig his grave deeper than it already was. "I'm sorry it happened. I do appreciate the fact that you worried enough to help me... That means a lot to me, you know?" He smiled as he sighed contently, finally having someone he consider a friend that would have his back. It felt relaxing, as the last time he felt that... well he was betrayed.

"Starfruit? Disgusting." He teased softly as he just smiled, as he really didn't believe they were that disgusting, but not something he would go out of his way to eat. "Oh this is going to sound so cliche... On a personal starship. Just knowing I am able to go anywhere anytime... It's just nice. I get to be free, to do my thing, go wherever I want. Not to mention that ship I have is quite the ship." Something he hadn't been able to fly in a while, having started to think about that.

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"Cocky. Trigger happy. Impatient...only just naming a few." She lightly spoke back with a smirk on her face. She grew quiet for another moment before just quietly saying, "I told you, I'm just looking out for my partner's back even though he likes to stare at my front." Despite the embarrassment clear through out her she was making light of the situation. It would seem she forgave him if she hadn't already.

"Rude." She dug an elbow into his ribs for that response. "I like them..." then again she liked alot of 'weird' things so perhaps it wasn't all that of an off color response for him to make. Sol listened for another moment, "You'll have to take me for a ride some time." Her head lightly leaned on his shoulder. "My favorite place is a beach. Preferably and island with a nice lush forest." Her mind wandered for a moment as she imagined the sand and the ocean and the trees. Though she'd stay away from the ocean it self, it was beautiful to look at on damn near every planet she'd been to that had one. "The freedom to do, eat, speak and sleep however you want in a beautiful place...that sounds amazing to me."

[Assistant]
"Hey... It's not being cocky if you are just that damn good." Joran chuckled a small amount as he just shook his head. "Your front or back, I won't complain about either." Of course he was going to keep pushing further and further with the jokes, because why the hell wouldn't he? "You know, things are going to rapidly change now." He sighed as he just continued to look forward at the wall, not really focusing at the moment.

Taking the elbow like a champ, he acted like it was going to be the death of him. "Maybe if I ever get my ship back. Last I heard they were still inspecting it." A soft sigh escaped his lips as he knew he probably wasn't getting that ship back in the condition he had gave it to them. Most likely, it had been sent out on a mission and exploded by this point. "If you could have one planet you would live on with no worries, where would it be?" He asked now curious as to which planet she would choose to live on.

"I'd probably have to go with Serenno if I had to absolutely choose. It's a nice little hideaway planet that no one really thinks about looking for you at."

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"What? Why?" Sol turned her head to look at him in a bit of confusion.

"Do you want me to pull some strings?" She curious asked. "Oh Serreno is a fun place." She thought about previous missions to said planets. "Hoenstly Id love to live in Takodana." She smiled at the thought of the planet. "Ive only been there once on a recon mission but it was beautiful."

She gave a long exhale before questioning, "Favorite mission?"

[Assistant]
"Sorry, musing to myself outloud." Joran brushed off her question, not particularly knowing how exactly to explain the moment that had happened when he felt like he ceased existing in this plane of time for a few moments. He wondered just exactly how he was suppose to go about talking about that vision with her.

"Nah. Can't show favoritism to the Smuggler, now can you?" He spoke as he looked over at her and shrugged. "I'll get it back eventually. I already know I plan to ask for a vacation to get away from everything in a year or so. If I don't have it back by then, we'll see about you pulling some strings."

"Takodana you say? I haven't been there since I was a kid." That had been where he had actually made his first kill, but that wasn't important to the moment. He remembered it being a nice enough place. Maybe he would have to surprise her with an impromptu vacation there one day.

"I don't think I actually have one. They are just missions really...." He couldn't think of one that actually stood out to be any better than some of the others.

[User]
A hum came from her throat as she dropped her questioning of what he meant.

"Its not favoritism if my body guard works better with his iwn equiptment but I digress." She paused a moment as he spoke of vacation, "What if we are still at war a year from now?"

"Ive only been to Takadona once on an undercover mission that ended up being a failure." She grimanced at the thought. "Still its beautiful."

"Im pretty sure my favorite mission was the Gala War mission we just went on but if I had to pick it would be the first mission I went on as the Leader of the Knights of Ren. I let two youngsters live after telling them who we were...needless to say they did their job of telling as many people as possible about us." A wicked chuckle came from her as she pulled away from Joran a bit to lean back against the door.

[Assistant]
"I can pilot just about anything you put in my hands. As long as it runs that is. Someone tried to get me to fly a ship without a real working engine once, and that didn't go too well." Joran chuckled at that thought for a moment, before shaking his head.

"If we are still at War, which I can't see us not being, I still will need to take some time off. What those files don't tell you about me is, I don't do down time. If the Emperor didn't have me on a mission, then Vader had me on a secret mission. Same here. If Snoke doesn't have me on some mission, I'm typically on loan to other higher ups in the Order, doing missions not exactly on file." He sighed as he knew why that was the case. Joran was a black ops kinda guy at this point, someone that they didn't have to report to anyone.

"If I had to absolutely choose a mission, it would probably be the one where all I did was pretty much crash a party and cause an intergalactic war... you know, all in a days work." He looked over at her and kinda frowned for a moment.

"Where do you see yourself in five years?"


[System]
Age: 11 1/2

Personality:
 A kind, warmhearted boy, he is known for his intellect. His desire to learn Drives him, and can make him very competitive at times. Exceptionally different for someone who was a 'destined Slytherin' as they told him. Completely unlike his parents, he is modest, and actually has a heart, and wants to have fun, wants to be adventurous. But because of this, he likes to sneak around a lot, and it might cost him a few detentions. But he doesn't care, as long as the detentions involve something like the dark forest.

History:
 Callum was born to a rich family in London. While they were Purebloods, they were modest people. They lived in a decent house, in a good neighborhood, with good people. He had a good childhood, with good friends. All in all, his life was great. Until the money came in. While most would think it was great, it was different.

His parents had both gotten high positions in the Ministry, and had a constant stream of money, and lots of it. His parents had turned into rich snobs, caring about no one else, and having 'no time' for their son. He had become neglected by his parents, and now forgotten by friends, since he moved, to a huge mansion, in a rich part of London. They wanted him to live up to their expectations. To act like he should, dress like he should, to be normal. But this was far, far from normal. He was being micromanaged, and that's when he got his letter for Hogwarts. A chance to be free, to be nothing like them, to have friends again.

Now that he had gotten an invitation to Hogwarts, his parents started to notice him more. They bought the stuff he needed, actually talked to him, and even got him a pet. Callum's life had started to look up.

Blood Type:
 Pure Blood

Wand:
 11 1/2 inch, Dark Oak, Dragon Heartstring

Ignore the little cross marks

Pet:
Ghost, a Siberian Husky. Although it is part dog, it is 80% wolf. Ghost was named because of the fact that his coat of fur changes, white in the winter, blending him in perfectly. Ghost was a baby when he met Cal, and they have a strong bond because of being with each other for three years. Ghost will do anything to protect Cal, and Cal will do anything to protect Ghost.

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@LordofthePies@Weird Tales
Brynn was really impressed by miss Karen Diana Irving mcGravy's introduction. She was so sophisticated, if she didn't look so young Brynn would've thought she was a teacher. She didn't really know if she aught to curtsey back so she didn't.
"I'm Brynn Green, but most people don't use last names unless they're adults. I hope you don't mind if I just call you Karen, its a lovely name by the way. " Brynn introduced, smiling and waving at the strange eyed boy hiding behind Kearen.

She didn't really know anything about quidditch except that it was a wizard sport, and now was the perfect chance to find out. She peered over at Isaak. "Um, Isaak, " she piped up. " What exactly is quidditch. I know it's a sport, but what's all the excitement around it for?"

[Assistant]
Isaak smiled when Brynn asked what quidditch was, he would need to give a good explanation and compare it to muggle sports. He thought of the ones that seemed like quidditch and then explained the sport to the girl.

"Quidditch is a sport that is similar to muggle sports, I think they're called 'soccer and basketball' anyway there two teams and they fly around on broomsticks. On each side of the field there are three hopes. There are four types of players, the chasers, the beaters, the keeper and the seeker. The chasers pass a red ball known as the Quaffle between each other trying to get to their opponents end of the field without losing it to the other team and try to toss into one of the three hoops. Each score is worth ten points. The beaters carry clubs and try to whack the bludgers at opponents, the bludgers are two hard black balls that fly around the field in random directions and it is the beater's job to knock them towards a chaser in the hopes causing them to drop the Quaffle. The keeper guards the goal hoops and tries to stop the enemy chasers from scoring. Finally there is the seeker whose job is to catch the golden snitch. The golden snitch is a small golden colored ball with wings that flies very fast and it is the job of the seeker to find it and chase after it and finally catch. The game only ends when the snitch is caught and catching the snitch gives the team who caught it one hundred and fifty points. That's basically how the game is played." Isaak explained.

It was a mouthful and he had to breath deeply a few times, but he liked explaining how quidditch worked to new people who were unfamiliar with the sport

[User]
With no progress of finding Terrance, he walked up to a group who was currently talking about Quidditch. They looked like they were his age, so he went up to him, and he saw someone he thought he recognized. Boyars. Isaak Boyars. He casually walked up to the group and said,

"Are you Isaak, Isaak Boyars? You may not know me, but I'm Callum, Callum Illmore." Cal was nervous that he wouldn't know him, and would look stupid in front of about eight people, not a good way to start of the year.

Tales

[Assistant] "Hello Callum!", Charlie cheered. The more the merrier. "Will you try out for the Quidditch team?"

[User]
Their group was becoming quite popular and another boy came over and spoke Isaak, seeming to him and his family. Once he introduced himself as Callum Illmore, Isaak then recognized the last name, they were another pureblood family and he probably would also end up in Slytherin as well.

"Hello, I know of your family, I'm guessing that you're hoping to get into Slytherin like me right? The house of the ambitious and cunning" he replied to Callum with a smile, it would be nice talking to someone who also had an interest in joining the Slytherin house.

[Assistant]
Tales@KahleenCuthald
Before Isaak had a chance to reply, another girl in the group asked him if he would try out for the Quidditch team.

"Of course! My dad and my dad's dad have both been seeker for Slytherin, so I hope to be a seeker to." He should have known that talking with a Pure-Blood from a family like the Boyars meant a talk about Slythern.

"Well, it's true Slytherin is a good house, with a bad reputation of dark wizards, but there are some people in Slytherin who haven't turned out bad. It's just, I've always been praised for my smarts, and there is a high chance I'll be put in Ravenclaw, so I'll wait and see." It was true, Cal was praised for his smarts, but what he wasn't telling Isaak was that he had no intention of going to Slytherin. No one in their right mind would ever say that to a family like the Boyars or the Illmores, that's why Cal kept it private from his parents.

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Tales@TheHangedMan

As Isaak explained quidditch Brynn could almost feel her interest in the game seeping away. Beaters what kind of name was that. What awful sport would literally have a position just for hitting rocks at other people, rude. Luckily some other kid, Callum, came along and distracted him.

With the majority of everyone talking about trying out for quidditch or house teams or whatever Brynn scooted closer to the boy behind Karen who'd not said much.

"Hi, I'm Brynn, I don't think I caught your name though, " she said, hoping he'd not felt left out.

[Assistant]
Even amidst the loud talking, and some students yelling, everyone could hear the loud double doors of the Great Hall open wide. McGonagal stood in he doorway. She put her hand up to signal the students to be quiet.

"Form into two lines! When I walk into the Great Hall, you will follow me, and stop before the stool." She then waited for the students to settle into their lines before walking into the Great Hall. All the older students' gazes were on the first years, as well as the teachers'. McGonagal walked behind a wooden stool, the students stopped in front of it. There was a hat placed upon the stool, and in a split second, it became animated, moving, talking, and what the first years didn't expect, was what it did next. It cleared it's throat, the began to... Sing!

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The Great Hall erupted with laughter and cheer, students clapping and yelling. The sorting hat attempted to bow by curving down the tip of itself, which was met by even more laughter. Eventually the students quieted down and the Head,I stress was able to start the sorting. On the stool there was a roll of parchment. McGonagal picked it up and unraveled it. She began to call names.

"Charlyn Avalon!" The sorting hat was placed on her head. It began to talk, but only she could hear it.

Ahh, Miss Avalon, I remember when I sorted your father, yes, yes. Hmm... Not a bad mind, not at all. Well, Slytherin is out for sure. I'll say...

"Ravenclaw!"
The students clapped, and the Ravenclaw table cheered. She was welcomed to the table graciously.

"Isaak Boyars!"

Before Isaak walked up, the sorting hat considered his last name. As the sorting hat was about to be placed on his head, it called out,

"Slytherin!"
The Slytherin table erupted and the rest of the cheering and clapping was drowned out by them.

"Brynn Green!" Once again the sorting hat talked to her, it was like it was in their heads.

Hmm... Interesting, I've never heard of you before. Friendly, loyal. I know just were to put you...

"Hufflepuff!"
The Hufflepuff table clapped and cheered, and also audible was a chorus of laughs from the Slytherin table.

"Callum Illmore!" Cal walked up, nervous. The sorting hat was placed on his head, and he could hear it starting to call out,

"Sly-"

It stopped. Everyone looked at the hat in awe. It was the first time in years it had stopped in the middle of choosing someone.

No...? Not Slyhterin? Not the house that your family has been in for centuries? Well, that makes my life a whole lot harder. Hm... I know what to do with you then, but I'm telling you now, Slytherin would have been better...

"Ravenclaw!"
The Ravenclaws cheered louder, drowning out the Slytherins booing. As Cal walked to the Ravenclaw table, he could see his brother giving him a dirty look from the Slytherin table.

"Lavender James!" The sorting hat took. Moment to consider her.

Hm... Yes, yes, that'll do. I know exactly where I'm going to place you Miss James...

"Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table yelled and clapped, welcoming Lavender.

"Bishop King!" The Sorting had was placed on his head, and it took a while.

Hm... No that wouldn't be it. Caring, worried. Not that house either. I know... No. Not that either. You are a tough one, I'll give you that. Hm... Well you might be, I guess we'll have to see then...

"Hufflepuff!"
Hufflepuff clapped and cheered, and once again Slytherin laughed and booed.

"Jaylon Loxias!" The hat was placed on his head rather sloppily, it was clear that McGonagal was getting tired of doing this every year.

Ahh... I remember when I sorted your parents, your aunt and uncle too. Ahh... The memories. Anyways, I know just what to do with you...

Gryffindor!"
Out of all the houses Gryffindor was the loudest, yelling and screaming, it was clear Jaylin was welcomed into their house when he sat at the table.

"Karen McGrave!" The sorting hat was placed upon her head this time carefully by McGonagal, who was on and off, and looked like she would fall asleep at any moment.

Hm... Your quite the lonely one aren't you. Your not that kind of person though, no... Definitely not. I know, I know...

"Ravenclaw!"
The table cheered and clapped and smiled, welcoming her to the table.

"Terrance Neston!" This time it looked as if McGonagal tossed it onto his head, as it was slanted, and oddly shaped.

Ah, I remember your parents, yes... Your quite the trouble maker, aren't you... I know what to do with you, you'll do truly great here...

"Slytherin!"
The great hall was filled with cheers as Terrance walked over to the Slytherin table.

There were still tons more people to be sorted, and it ended when Amanda Zephasali was sorted into Gryffindor, and Nathan Zachary got sorted into Ravenclaw.

McGonagal, the put her hand up to silence the talking. She went on about how the Forbidden Forest was, well... Forbidden, and what you could do and couldn't do.

"Do to recent events, all classes will be pushed back to next week, instead of this week. Now... Let the feast, BEGIN!"

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The food appeared on the plates in front of them, and cal didn't know what to do. He immediately went for the turkey, and Yorkshire puddings. He then turned to his new housemates, Karen, Charlyn, and Nathan.

"Hi, my name is Callum, it's nice to meet you."


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Claire

"Call me bird brained again and I'll turn you into a McFlurry!"

Username: Nibnib
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Main: Anivia
Appearance: Claire stands at 5' 4" and possesses a modest physique.

True Appearance: Crystallized ice wings sprout abruptly from her back of which she can use prana to fly for a limited period of time. In her true state, her spells are more destructive and have a larger area of effect. However, she requires more focus to cast these devastating spells.

Powers:

Rebirth (Passive): Upon death, Claire is encased in ice. Prana fills up inside of the small ice fort which repairs any major damage done to her and brings her back into consciousness. Unfortunately, this consumes all remaining prana and therefore renders her unable to cast anymore spells unless she retreats and recharges. Due to the amount of concentration and energy needed to invest in this spell, Claire needs some time to recharge this spell.

Flash Frost: Claire can launch an orb of ice at a location she so chooses. Wherever it detonates, it temporarily encases the location in a coat of ice. If it detonates on a person, then that person is temporarily encased in frost at a certain location of their body, depending on where the spell hits.

Crystallize: A wall of ice sprouts at a location within close proximity to Claire. While in true form, she may cast this spell consecutively in order to hamper enemy movement however, she may only create three at a time.

Chilled Ice: Ice bombards an person, hampering their movement. If the person is affected by frost, then the ice detonates upon impact and smaller shards of ice impale themselves into the frosted area.

Glacial Storm: Claire can create a blizzard at a location. Fierce winds and ice in the air can freeze the area. In true form, the area of effect of this spell is vastly increased. So as long as Claire can focus and has sufficient amounts or prana, she can maintain this spell. If she happens to break focus or run out of prana, then the blizzard dissipates. She can break the spell at any time.

Personality: Although she may look cold and unapproachable, Claire is kind and is great at reading other people. She possesses a imaginative mind that is also curious and is motivated to take on any challenges to come her way. She likes having friends and being around others, however, should she feel threatened or emotionally overwhelmed, she'll withdraw into herself and abruptly cease contact with others for a short period of time.
Her other hobbies include free writing, horoscopes, reading, watching anime, and having deep discussions with others.

Short Biography: Claire currently attends college within the city and also holds a job as a waitress at a local restaurant. She currently retains excellent academic standing within her classes and lives in a small apartment by herself. She's lived in the town for a considerable amount of time while the rest of her family lives in Florida. Her aunt lives in Seattle and is currently the closest relative to her as far as location goes. Claire first got into league when a friend showcased the game to her and instantly fell in love with the mages that inhabited the mid lane. By far, she performs best with Anivia and often finds herself carrying the team in the later phase of the game or dealing catastrophic amounts of damage to the enemy team.

Pain was all she could feel.

Claire was hunched over on her bed, gasping and ready to pass out at the tearing sensation in her back. She panicked as she asked herself what was wrong. She was unable to answer herself but the pain seemed to cease all of a sudden, yet it felt like something was there. Claire felt weak and her head was throbbing, but she got up and stumbled over to the bathroom. Examining herself in the mirror, she realized her favorite onesie was torn apart and was held together by a mere thread. The next thing she noticed were the large blue wings that had blossomed from her back and the bluish frost that covered her arms and hands like long dress gloves.

She looked out into the small apartment which had been turned into her very own winter wonderland. Oddly enough, she didn't feel cold at all but she felt at ease with everything being frozen around her. The next moment, she passed out from exhaustion and awoke the next morning on the cold tiles of the bathroom with her apartment looking as it usually did with no trace of the winter wonderland she had . The only proof of that night's events was her destroyed onesie and the wings that were wrapped around her which already felt as if they had always been there.

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Noelle didn't even notice Garett coming buy. Her panic, shock and concerns about what will happen to her had completely overtaken her. She was barely containing from breaking out in soundless cry because of all of this. Still mist the chaos in her mind, she heard Jason talk.

 In a panic she pulled her hands by her mouth, fearing she was just going to hurt him just like she did all those people in the bank. After the initial surprise and panic, she realized something, he wasn't holding his ears or looking hurt in any way unlike the other people.

 At first she was about to start writing in her notebook again, but then realized this was probably her first chance to talk with someone in years!

 'Yes, but it seems more like sound…' She tried saying slowly so she can stop if Jason showed signs of being hurt from her words. A thing that didn't seem to happen. Still she could also hear herself talking… kind of. It wasn't exactly normal speech. It almost seemed like whatever she was thinking got turned into sound…

 'You aren't being hurt from it…?' She asked with concern, but she also felt happy that someone could hear her, a thing that also filled her with fear about what was happening with her.' The people from the bank said they couldn't understand the very strong noise and their ears even started bleeding…' She said, keeping her hand by her mouth just in case. She had no idea what was happening anymore, but the relieve of having someone who can hear her talk made her eyes swell with tears.

[Assistant]
Sound...that actually made sense. Every time she 'talked', it was like he could feel the very wind around him shifting...something he felt intimately familiar with, for some reason. No reason the innocents were hurt...but that still didn't help him figure out exactly why he seemingly wasn't affected by it. Maybe- Wait...those were tears. Oh no...he did not know how to deal with sad females. Angry females, sure. Overly-romantic females, sure - he had his fair share. But sad females? The last time a girl cried in front of him, it was because he wouldn't ask her to prom, and even then, he had awkwardly excused himself. He couldn't really do that in this situation, now could he?

"Noelle, it'll be fine. Really." He said, rather awkwardly - his voice wasn't exactly used to being all soothing and whisper-y. Putting a hand on her shoulder, Jason gave her a half-smile and gestured towards a booth that was thankfully free of distractions, a fair bit away from the otherwise populated side of the diner. "I won't lie; I don't know what's going on, but we'll figure it out."

Dropping his hand, Jason grabbed two mugs from the clean dishes and began walking backwards, eyes still focused on Noelle. "First, let's sit. This is my unofficial break time." He finally turned around, easily side-stepping a waitress with her arms full of croissants and a beaker of coffee. With a quick 'thank you', he nabbed the piping hot beaker with one hand, while holding the two mugs with the other, before finally making his way to the empty booth.

Setting both mugs down on the wooden table and feeling them with the steaming liquid, Jason slid into the booth and sighed, running a hand through long, messy black locks. As he closed his eyes, feeling the wind blow the steam into his face, the young man had a sudden epiphany. The whole near-death thing at the apartment...what if that was linked to Noelle's whole sound-mind thing? Well, who better to share the story with, than someone who also experienced something weird and traumatizing as Hell.

[User]
Annoyance grew inside her as the man remained seated in front of her. The man still didn't want to fucking leave. The way he offered her coffee, the way he pestered her not to be 'grumpy', and the way he smiled at her was all so taunting! UGH. Did this guy think she was playing around? Did he think that she wasn't serious with the murderous look he was stabbing into him? The smile he had implied to her that he was getting some kind of sick enjoyment out of irritating her. Perhaps this man had come in search of hitting on her, and now finding resistance, found her an irresistible challenge. Whatever this man had going on in his head, Sam wasn't happy about what he was doing.

She fumed at his attempts to be friendly, making the ridiculous argument that they didn't even have to talk to each other. Besides being plain silly, social interaction wasn't even what this was about anymore. It was the fact that this was her space, her bubble, and his polluting presence in it was unwelcome -- scratch that, not just unwelcome, despised.

When he relented a little, trying to make the situation less tense by saying he wasn't interested in her number, just interested in talking, her eyes flared. Oh! So it was about him hitting on her! She could see right through the ploy he had displayed. She could see him struggling to pull her in. He hoped that once he pulled her in with some kind of half-baked conversation that she would, in fact, give him her number. The heat in the small booth rose even further. It was very clear now. It was as if the hot, 100 degree summer weather outside had penetrated the establishment, unfazed by AC. Sam, however, was unaware of it.

Samantha fumed at the man until he was done speaking. It was only after a long silence following what he said did she begin to move. Slowly, menacingly, she straightened her posture and then leaned threateningly across the table. She locked her smoke eyes with his green yet purple ones. Sam wished to pierce his soul with her stabbing glare as she towered over the table. Her hands pressed into the table, making her look even more dangerous, as if she would propel herself to attack him at any moment. The heat would press into the man with even greater strength as well as her intense form. It was then, only after about ten seconds of accomplishing this action of towering and leaning across the table, did she speak, her tone dripping with venom. "Ben," She growled his name, "I tried to be nice, believe it or not." She paused. "Now, I will say it again, but not so nice this time:" She lowered her voice so it was intimately dark and quieter. "Get the fuck away from me," She let that sting a little bit before adding. "and just leave me alone." With that, she slowly lowered herself back into her seat, and despite the change in body position, she still projected a challenging air.

Samantha had no tolerance for people who vexed her, much less people who wanted in her space. The woman had few friends. She liked it that way and she intended to keep it that way.

[Assistant]
Suprised to discover that Nova did in fact play League, Xhen grinned from ear to ear. She would have to ask for the girl's username at some point during the meal. "Oh man, I hope you feel better tonight," she responded worriedly. Observing her take out a laptop, Xhen smiled and rounded the table to sit beside Nova. "Oh my gosh! If you're gonna play I want to watch. You know it's best to learn from someone more experienced than you. I just downloaded the game two weeks ago so I still have a lot to learn," Xhen admitted.

A waiter eventually came by and took note of their orders as well as granting Nova the wifi password. Seeing the girl wip out a $5 bill, Xhen shook her head from side to side. "There's no way I'm accepting that. I told yah it was my treat," she said firmly with a toothy grin as she snatched the money and returned it back into Nova's wallet.

Noticing some commotion between a punkish girl and a black haired man, she gulped and leaned closer to Nova. "I don't think those two are hitting it off very well," she whispered nervously, hoping nothing bad would happen in the diner. Xhen really wanted to enjoy her meal in peace, but definitely couldn't if the couple was going to start a ruckus.

Another pair emerged from the kitchen. Maybe some waiters on break. The aqua haired female looked rather upset and Xhen frowned. Seems like everyone in the diner wasn't doing so well. Monday's always sucked.

[User]
The issue that was occurring in front of him was too much for him to handle, especially at such an early hour. The punk bitch didn't seem to get along with the weirdo sitting across from her, especially since she didn't know him. Garrett simply watched the exchange for a few moments, blinking in slight alarm as heat started to flow off of the woman in waves. The sudden warmth only increased in intensity as she got more upset, and for a moment, he thought she was going to leap at the guy. "Listen, if the two of you are going to fight," he grumbled down at them. "Fucking take it outside. I'm not going to get yelled at because of two cunts who decided to kick each other's asses in the middle of the diner."

With an angry scoff, he whirled around, his eyes scanning the diner. The poor man that was waiting for them was still there. "Yo," he called out towards him. "Pretty busy. Just take a seat or whatever and someone will get to you eventually."

Heaving a hefty sigh, he noticed that two new arrivals-- a black-haired woman and a red-haired woman --were looking for a waiter. Garrett walked up to them, pulling out his notepad and huffing slightly. "I apologize for the wait," he didn't sound sincere. "What would you like to eat?"

This was going to be a long day.

@Kit N Kat @Kimchi @Gikel @Bourgeoisie

[Assistant]
"And here's your coffee and orange juice~Pancakes and eggs will be coming out shortly, just give us a few minutes okay~?" Claire issued them their drinks and turned around, passing a particular corner booth when she heard her name. Claire jumped and spun around, immediately recognizing the daughter of the owner.
"Oh Iris, oh my goodness! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there...when did you get here?" She brought out her pad and pen, ready to take down her order. Iris was a familiar face around these parts. But that particular familiar face looked half giddy and half bothered this morning.
Claire frowned in conern, stepping closer and keeping her voice down, her hand on the table. "Are you alright? You don't look too great this morning. Actually, a little pale if I may say so myself. Maybe a little bit of breakfast will make you feel better~! How about pancakes with a little extra syrup, hashbrown potatoes on the side, and a cup of coffee? Rather fulfilling in my opinion." she said, suggesting the warm breakfast. It was actually Claire's favorite go-to breakfast on any rough mornings she faced.


[System]
* Expert Negotiator
* Near Invulnerability (thanks to his suit)
* Deep Pockets & Countless Connections
* Hidden Hi-tech Pistols

Magical Abilities: N/A

* Coins: 1,000,000+
* Ammunition
Aliases: Mr. Strice

Crystal: N/A

Race: Beastfolk: Dog
Faction: Mutrenu / Loyal Tails Tribe
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Occupation: Chief of Staff

Verus is high strung to say the least. He is a prime example of a Loyal Tails tribe member, all business. Despite his servant-like status, his will remains strong.

Verus was born in Loyal Tails City (their stronghold's official name), like most Loyal Tails tribe members. His family were servants of the city's ruler, a tradition that he was supposed to uphold. He, however, was quite rebellious, at least when compared to other members of his family.

Instead of staying in Loyal Tails City, in the palace, he wanted to venture out into the world, or see the rest of Mutrenu at the very least. His family resented this decision, considering it beneath him. They saw no greater honor than to serve The Ruler. Leaving the city was what "normal" Loyal Tails members did, going out and eventually submitting to human masters.

Furious at Verus's constant longing to leave the city, his father gave him an ultimatum. He could leave the city, but if he did, he would be banished forever. It only took one night's sleep for Verus to make up his mind… and pack his bags. That was twenty five years ago.

Eventually, as most Loyal Tails tribe members often do, Verus found an employer, a wealthy trade merchant named Jorath, who was originally from Sutisu. Jorath immigrated to Mutrenu when he was a young man. Verus saw a bit of himself in this man who had also left his family behind.

Verus has been serving Jorath and his family for nearly twenty years now. He has helped raise the man's children and seen him divorce twice. Occasionally, Jorath has to hire outside help, when extra security is needed. But Verus is the one these temporary hires must answer to, and he is always keeping a watchful eye on them.

Key Items:
* A durable, yet ornate, uniform
* A saber that can produce invisible, slicing, energy waves.

[User]
Tempum City (K7), Late Afternoon

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The five young gang members, three human and two beastfolk, had been trailing Mougin since he left the food truck. The humans were doing little to hide their presence, while the two beastfolk remained out of sight.

The group hadn't heard how many coins were on each of the fifteen chips the shopkeeper gave back to Mougin, but it didn't matter. Even if they had only one coin on each, it would still be worth it. And what if they each had more than one coin!? This could be a huge score. Plus, this minautor seemed like a dope, a foolish newcomer to the city. Even so, they didn't want to get into a physical altercation with the hulking monster. They were going to stick to their strengths, stealth and deception. When Mougin stopped to eat, they wasted little time making their move.

One of the beastfolk teenagers, the alligator one, turned a street corner and pretended to notice Mougin by suprise. Then, he headed straight toward Mougin at a steady, normal pace. He was still in human form, but his skin was leathery and his mouth protruded a little further than normal. Despite his rough appearance, he showed a sharp, toothy smile, in an effort to appear friendly. "Hey there!" he said, trying to get Mougin's attention. "Where did you get those? They smell great!"

As the alligator-teen approached, the three human teenagers starting laughing. They were on the other side of the street, and between laughs, they would point at Mougin and/or the alligator-teen. Clearly, they were making fun, ridiculing the two beastfolk.

Before Mougin could respond to the alligator-teen, the leathery boy had turned and started yelling. "Shut the hell up!" His pointed teeth on full display, he turned to Mougin. "Those pricks are making fun of us! I'm going to kick their asses. You got my back?"

The snake-girl, the fifth member of their sneaky gang was nowhere to be seen...

[Assistant]
Stallo City (D9), Early Morning

Zara wore a smile on her face the moment her eyes fell upon the man, for one because she had been eager to see him up close for the first time, but mainly because he would be the source of her big payday. She'd gotten some money upfront from one of his staff as preparation budget - the small chip clinked around with her keys inside the breastpocket of her suit - however it had been only a teaser as far as she remembered; the headache she'd gotten that day from reading that ridiculously complicated contract, as well as the insufferable personality of Jorath's head of staff, still made her cringe inwardly even to this day.

"Mister Jorath, it's nice to meet you," she said with a slight bow after stopping in front of the lounge. "Thank you for employing my services and trusting me with your safety," she stifly recited the words Verus had instructed her to say. Jorath, either unaware or pretending, did not comment on her behavior and simply nodded in return. "I also have big hopes from you," he responded to her as he made a small gesture to a person of his retinue. The man, similarly suited to Zara, moved to escort Jorath's family out of the building. The daughter rolled her eyes, while the son barely looked up from his video game as he stood up. Jorath's wife simply smiled and nodded, her gaze flicking briefly to Zara before returning to her kids, urging them to walk out of the hotel. Soon just Jorath and Zara were left in the lobby.

Zara watched the whole scene unfold silently, only slighly raising a brow at the side-eye she'd received from the woman. After a few moments, the two were left alone in the lobby - as much 'alone' one can get with a man of Jorath's standing, of course. Zara's reptile senses could feel invisible eyes locked on her, no doubt Jorath's secret guard were watching her with as much attention as they would scan an open square for potential hostile actors. Then Jorath gestured towards the revolving doors of the hotel exit, a relic of the past that some more high-end hotels retained as a status symbol, and addressed her.

"Let's talk as we walk, shall we?" The man said to Zara, eyeing her patiently for a moment before taking off first. Curiously, Zara fell into step beside him as they made their way out of the hotel lobby. "I really appreciate you taking on this job, Zara," he continued, his voice low. "Verus has made me aware of your past, and I'll have you know I appreciate an experienced bodyguard, especially where we are heading."

Zara nodded, her expression serious. "I take my responsibilities very seriously, Mr. Jorath. You can count on me to do everything in my power to protect your family." Jorath turned to her, smiled, and clapped her on the back. "We'll get along just fine the two of us," he said as he started walking towards the aircar his family had boarded. "Go to Verus for any questions you might have, I am sure you two will get to know each other nicely during our trip," were the last words he left her with before the driver closed the passenger door behind him.

"Fuck..." Zara rolled her eyes and sighed at the mention of the canine. "It's fine Zara... it's just one man, you've dealt with worse than that... yeah..." Just as she was hyping herself up a bit, lost in her own little world, she felt a presence creeping up behind. Before she could even turn around to look at who it might be, a gloved hand landed on her shoulder.

[User]
The teenage beastman's statement was met by an expression of bafflement, as much as could be depicted by the low emotional range that Mougin's face possessed. The confusion was plain on his face, nonetheless.
"No, I am not in possession of your back..." He said in befuddlement.
If a 'back' could be said to belong to anyone, then surely one's back would be in the possession of one's self. A human witticism, perhaps? If so, the meaning eluded him at the current moment. In addition to that, the youth made mention of 'kicking their asses'... If this beastman wished to fight the 3 other youths across the street then this would indeed be a sound tactical decision. One's behind was usually a weak point, after all, and attacks from that direction were difficult to defend against.

Ah, Mougin whispered, as he was hit with a sudden burst of enlightenment. This youth had expressed his desire to strike his enemies from the back - therefore, when he asked Mougin if he 'got his back', he was in fact asking him to ensure that his own tactic wasn't used against him. Mougin nodded to himself, content with his reasoning, but tilted his head as he continued thinking. Why had this youth asked him this? Surely it would be wiser to pick someone more familiar to themselves to protect them. He mulled it over for a moment or two, but couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer. This wasn't a situation he had encountered in his life. If so, Mougin could only ask one question.
"...Why?"
Well, it probably wouldn't hurt to ask, right?

[Assistant]
Stallo City (D9), Early Morning

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Having approached from behind, Verus appeared to Zara's right, his left hand on her right shoulder. He waved as Jorath got into their car. After his employer's door shut, Verus let go of Zara's shoulder and put both hands behind his back. "Mr. Jorath has taken a liking to you it seems." His speech patterns were proper, with little sign of any emotion besides pride. "Let's get going, shall we?" he said, as he motioned to the inconspicuous black aircar that would be following Jorath's much more extravagant car...

The inside of the car was as plain looking as the outside, but at least it was comfortable. The seating arrangement was limousine style: couch-like, leather seats with a back row that elbowed around the driver's side wall and ended just before the wall that separated them from the driver. Optional armrests could be lowered down from the backs of the seats.

When Verus and Zara entered, there was already one other inside. He had black hair with a normal human build, nothing remarkable about the man. He wore the same suit Zara was wearing. His right armrest was down, and he was leaning on it when the doors opened. Upon seeing Verus however, he sat up straight, without a word. Verus motioned for Zara to sit along the wall seats. There was plenty of room, so she didn't have to sit next to the new guy.

Verus sat in the middle of the back row and put both arm rests down, on either side of him. It wasn't until the car had started moving that anyone said anything. "Jackson, this is Zara." Verus said, breaking the silence. "She is our hired hand for this little excursion." The human man known as Jackson simply nodded in understanding. Verus continued. "Jackson is one of my men." he said to Zara. Then, addressing both of them, he dove right into the details.

They were headed to an air ship, which would then take them to the Sutisu Capitol. The entire trip would only take 3 hours. When they set foot in the capitol, it would still be early in the afternoon. From there, their vacation would begin. Jackson would be sticking with the son, who would be going straight to the hotel to be alone and play video games. Verus would be going with Jorath's wife and daughter as they went on a shopping spree. Zara, would be going with Jorath, himself, as he went to visit some of his business contacts.

There was a spark of something in Verus's eyes when he told Zara that she would be with Jorath. Was is jealousy? He hid his emotions well, but obviously something was upsetting him. The spark was gone in an instant, faster than it appeared. With that, his briefing ended.

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Tempum City (K7), Late Afternoon

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The rough skin young man glanced back in momentary confusion and repeated Mougin's question. "Why?" Then he turned his full attention back to the three humans across the street. He growled his answer, so that only Mougin could here. "Because people like them, humans... they think they're better than us." His intensity rose. "And I can't stand for that."

Without waiting for Mougin's response, the young man stepped off the sidewalk, into the street. As he stepped, his body began to change. His baggy clothes started filling out, as he grew in size. His skin grew darker and small spikes started protruding all over his body. His transformation was complete in only five steps. "Now, how about you tell me why you were laughing!?" He screamed in a much deeper voice.

During the distraction created by the dramatic transformation, the snake-girl had emerged from the alley behind Mougin. With a touch of concealing magic and natural grace, she quickly but quietly snuck forward. Her eyes were on the minotaur's satchel, where she knew he was carrying all his coins. Her plan was to quickly and carefully cut a hole in the bag and empty its contents into the bag she was carrying. Then it would just be a matter of escaping back into the alley...


[System]
Age: 20
Likes: The ocean, rock music, magic, rum, his ship/crew
Dislikes: being on land too long, politics
Parents: Captain Davy Jones
Bio: The son of Captain Jones, Roger runs the seas on his ship "Lady Luck", always up to no good. He found it odd that his father would have him get married, but after his dear old dad made some promises, he was more than happy to do it.

[User] Roger slept on the couch, like he promised. He sat up the next morning and sees his new wife. "Morning dear." He said and got off the couch. He stood and stretched abit. "Hey, if you're done looking at my muscles, can you hand me a shirt? I'm not just some piece of meat, you know?" He joked, wanting to start the day by making her laugh or something. He was sure this couldn't be easy for her as well.

[Assistant]
As far as James was concerned the morning could have never come, it had been so long since he'd actually made it to a bed before falling asleep. Still the morning sun had other plans and its light trickled into the room and began to dance along his features. The warmth of the light might have even been pleasant if it hadn't been forcing him to stirs from his slumber. A loud yawn escaped from the waking man and he stretched out in the bed and went to roll over, however instead of the soft form of the mattress being there to meet him he felt himself falling.

With the stinging pain of the fall James could feel the memories of last night came running back reminding him of what had been happened. Groaning his pushed himself up into a sitting position and rested back on the bed's side, he could hear the sound of what was presumably Iris playing around behind him. Slowly but surely he got to his feet having to use one arm to steady himself and the other to fend off the offensive rays of light still filling the room.

"Morning" he grunted as he staggered passed Iris and into the bathroom, the sound of flowing water was almost as refreshing as its cool caress. His vision was slowly coming back into focus. "That should do for now" he stated more to himself then anyone else and feeling slightly better trudged back into the bedroom "What do they want now or was the envelope just complimentary?" he said actually able to notice see what was on the tray Iris was holding.

[User]
"You could have closed the door," Iris says as she hears the water running. She did not know it was coming from him or the sink. "I thought I would be the cranky one as you hogged all the pillows." She guess James did not get the meaning that he also use her soft chest as one too. "To your question from the bathroom, we sit down to eat breakfast first than we find out what they want." She sits the tray down and pulls the cover off. She is glad to see pancakes, eggs, and sausage with spices in all of her food. She looks over at the second tray to see what Is under James's tray.

"Morning, hot stuff." Lila says as she tease him back smiling slightly. She is surprise he sleeps half naked than just sleeping in his underwear. She starts to blush but turns away to hide it. She hands him a shirt, "you can make anybody ease up in any situation." She hope she can do the sas etching for him as well. "Let see what we have for breakfast and what is in the envelope." Lila says as she opens the envelope, "after breakfast they want us come to the banquet hall."

[Assistant]
"You close the door to wash your face?" James joked his mood lightening as he finds that he wasn't the only one bothered by this 'early start' to the day. He got the idea that something else was bothering her but thought better then to press of information, based on what she'd told him the night before the last thing he needed was get on her bad side anymore then he already might have been. Taking his seat opposite Iris he cover reveals the continence of an English breakfast, James calmly takes up his fork and makes short clear work of the dish.

Once done with his food James took up the envelope, giving it a once over he opened it. Surely they weren't going to be sending every message with an envelope now. Moving his plate to one side he laid the map out so both Iris and himself could see it, a quick skim was all that was needed to to surmise the note's continence.

"Ok all we gotta do is get down to the banquet hall, seems easy enough" James said placing placing the note atop the map, once Iris was done he lead her down the simple halls and stairs to the banquet hall.

[User] Roger chuckled as he put his shirt on and sat next to her. "Yeah that sounds fun. Hey, let's force you to get married, and then make you do all this crap instead of letting you get to know your new wife or husband." He said and started to eat. "You know what I mean? I kinda just wanna spend the day with you." He said.

[Assistant]
Lila stops eating her omelette and is thinking that mating is still off the the table for now. She guess that is going to happen at some point during the year. She takes a sip of her tea to clear her throat before speaking to Roger. "I like to hang out with you but we are working hard on what ever they throw at us or it could be knowing each other in another way." She says as she finish her breakfast, she did not to talk about anything else as cheeks are so red. She waits for Roger to finish his breakfast so they can get to the banquet hall.

Iris is glad to have a peaceful breakfast after shading the room a bit to hide some of the bright sunlight. After she finish eating, she quickly gets dress. She wears a purple shirt with black skirt, she wakes down the stairs with Jamestown the banquet hall. She did notices they were the first ones here and wonder who will show up next and get this meeting over with.

[User] Roger raised an eyebrow as she spoke. "I just wanted to talk with you. I'm married to ya and barely know anything about you. And I understand that these little things they make us do are meant to help us do that, but we are doing it with a group of people." He said. "I was hoping just one on one talking. Why? What was on your mind?" He asked and started to eat. He then notice the blush, and started to laugh. "Oh, you were thinking of that, huh?" He asked her as he finished eating. "Look, I'm not gonna try and rush you or anything to that. We agreed to wait until we knew eachother better." He said, still chuckling abit.

[Assistant]
The boat arrived at the dock. Since her kingdom was farther away than some of the others, Rose had been late to arrive. She wondered if perhaps all of the matches had been made already. Then she could go home and get away from this nightmare.
But she knew she was not that lucky.

"Welcome Princess Rose," someone she assumed was the steward or butler. "I trust your journey was-"
"Long," Rose said, her tone clipped and short. She was not a happy princess right now. She knew it wasn't this man's fault, but he was unfortunate enough to be standing there at the moment.
He merely nodded. "I'm sure. Your room is prepared and ready for you. Your contemporaries have arrived and are going about their business. You are free to wander the residence after you have rested. I will show you to your room."
"Thank you," Rose said. She might have been cross and tired, but she still had manners.

If she hadn't been so angry at being forced here, she would have considered the island and the house quite beautiful. She didn't see anyone in the halls so perhaps they were in their rooms or exploring the island, which was what she planned to do later on.
Once they arrived in her room and her bags had been brought in she nodded to the steward. "The room is lovely. Thank you. So when will I be meeting the stranger I am to be shackled to by force for the rest of my natural life?"
The steward coughed and looked uncomfortable. "After you have rested you shall be escorted to the chapel. The ceremony shall take place there. I'm afraid you shall not meet your husband until then."
"Lovely," Rose said and turned away as the steward left.

Rose sighed and stared out of the window. Her room faced the jungle. It was very different from the forests that surrounded her home. She already missed it dearly. And she was to remain here with strangers for an entire year?
And one of those strangers was to be her husband.

[User]
Griffin was not happy. He did not want to get married. He had no intention of carrying the bloodline. Which of course was exactly why his father had signed him up for this stupidity. Jafar knew that he would not marry or have kids on his own. So his father had signed him up for this newest attempt to keep the peace.

He arrived late. He had done it on purpose. He figured if he was late their wouldn't be as many people around you witness his humiliation. His father walked by his side to make sure that he didn't bolt. Griffin knew running would do him no good so he didnt waste his time.

Once the arrived at the hotel he was shoved into a room and ordered to change. He reluctantly put the suit on then he was taken to the chapel. He stood at the alter and waited for his bride. He wondered how she felt about this.

[Assistant] "We can hang out by ourselves after the meeting, we need friends to help us out in a rough situation or for us to give a hand to our friends when they need help as well. Anyway, I hope you keep your promise." Lila says as they hope they are not late for the meeting as she is relieve her face return to its normal color. "You are one unquie pirate, than I have heard from the Legands and you are thinking I am one odd princess." She says as she gets up ready to go to the banquet hall whenever he is ready.

[User]
Rose didn't rest long. Might as well get this over with. She opened the package her mother had sent with her, for her to open once she arrived. She froze.
Inside was a gown, a letter and a dried rose.
Picking up the letter, Rose read it with slightly shaking hands.

"My dearest treasure : it's your wedding day. I know it is not what you wanted, and indeed it is not what I wanted for you either. But I of all people know the truth that sometimes bad beginnings can turn into amazing things. When you were a child you loved hearing the story of your father and I. Now it is time for your story to begin. How it ends is up to you my precious girl.
Your father and I love you with all of our hearts, and are proud of who you are.
Remember : do not be deceived by appearances, for true beauty is found within."

Rose picked up the rose and pressed it to her lips. The scent was gone and the petals were no longer soft, but she knew it was from her mother's garden.
It was true. If anyone knew about bad situations it was her mother : the Beauty that tamed the Beast and broke the spell he was under, saving him and everyone in his castle. She wished she could be more like her mother, looking for the good in others and trying to see the bright side. Rose resolved to at least try. She wanted to be someone her parents could be proud of.

Putting on the gown, she allowed the maids in her room to do her hair and makeup. It seemed like a lot of effort for a small ceremony, but she supposed it was all for appearances anyway.
Pushing the anger from her face, Rose tried to look serene and demure as a wife should look but she couldn't quite get rid of the sparkle of spirit in her eyes. Following where she was led, Rose made her way to the chapel.

It was large and there were still quite a few people inside. A man stood at the front. So this was her husband. Finally seen face to face.
To call him tall, dark and handsome did not do him justice. So much for a bad appearance. Whoever his parents were they were good looking. Rose was not going to lie to herself that she was not somewhat relieved. But then again her mother's story had also taught her that the most handsome of men could be the biggest monsters. Putting her shoulders back, she entered and walked towards the stranger she was to be married to.

[Assistant] "Do you Rose promise to walk by Griffin's side forever. Do you promise to love, help and encourage his in all that he does. Do you promise to take time to talk to him, listen to him, and care for her? Will you share him laughter and tears? Will you become him partner lover and best friend? Do you take Griffin be your husband for now and forever more?" The minster asked the bride.

[User] He got dress as well, and chuckled as he walked with her to the meeting. "Mm, yes I do find you a bit odd. But that is why I like talking to you." He said, looking at her. "Normal people are incredible boring, it's always the odd people that are the most fun to talk with." He said as they entered to room for the meeting.

[Assistant] Lila smiles as they enter the banquet hall she notices a scholar and a women with purple hair and dark makeup. She smiles at them as she knows that all people are not morning people and did not want to be snap at as she takes a seat at random. She wonders if the meeting has to do anything with those questions from last night. Iris glance at the couple that just came in and glance away to poke James with her fingernail flier to wake him up.

[User]
@Alisdragon911 @SirSqueakalot91 @Pineappletumble
"Welcome. Please be seated. Every day we will have a group activity. Each night you will have a couples activity. These will help you get to know each other and grow closer. You have been forced together but other experts are going to do our best to make these relationships real. Each of you pulled a question out of a fish bowl. You will share the question, your partners answer, and your response to that answer."Dr. Pepper explained.

[Assistant] Roger sat down next to Lila as he listens to the Doc. "Now, that seems a little personal, don't you think? What if my answer was just something that I only wanted Lila to hear?" He asked her.


[System]
Age: 25

 Gender: Female

 Race: Naga (attempting to transition to another race through magical means)

 Class: Artificer

 Personality: Fieri Angharad is haughty and opinionated, and almost religiously believes in the superiority of magic over all other things. Fieri Angharad has spent decades working in a secluded university, away from all humanoid contact, and is exactly as desperate for affection as that implies. Beneath a thick veneer of contempt, Fieri Angharad is close to a child in terms of practical experience and romance. For some odd reason, Fieri "Diamond-Tail" Angharad insists that everyone refers to her by her full name, nickname and all. Thanks to a hostile environment outside of her birthplace and an inability to cope with it, Fieri is ashamed of her current state of being, and is seeking to change it as soon as possible. Due to this, Fieri gets flustered if her most prominent physical traits are exposed or accentuated.

 Fieri was born in the bustling town of Cartus Magnum, located in the western portion of the nation of Ithillin. Fieri's parents found work as porters and washerwomen in the prestigious university that largely encompassed the town's workings. Cartus Magnum University was a mage's college dedicated to teaching practical magic and hard sciences, and held a stable of fantastic teachers to facilitate this. People from across the continent came to the town almost exclusively to either work for or study in the university, and Fieri's family was no exception. Fieri's father was, rather controversially, a tenured Senior Wrangler, who very narrowly avoided being fired for an ill-advised fling with Fieri's mother, a migrant washerwoman. Unfortunately for both Fieri and her father, Fieri's mother abandoned the both of them almost as soon as she was born, moving on without even a word of warning. With no knowledge of how to raise a child and no wife to do it for him, Fieri's father did what he always did: let the university handle it. And so, Fieri's upbringing was brought entirely into the hands of the university's servants, professors, and students.

 Fieri spent almost the entirety of her life within the confines of the university. Educating the young Fieri was a pet project of most of the university's faculty, who found an unceasing audience in the cheerful naga. As Fieri grew, so did her wealth of knowledge. Mathematics, philosophy, theology, herbology, and artificing all opened their gates to Fieri. Thanks to her father's extensive connections with the university and Fieri's minor status as a staple of the university's live-in entertainment, Fieri was afforded the faculty's level best in education, for no charge-- after all, any money taken in for her education would go right back to her father.

 At the tender age of 18, a startling idea crossed Fieri-- she could be learning to have a job! Startled and mesmerized at the prospect of having to work to earn her daily bread, Fieri nervously opted to follow a career in artificing-- utilizing advanced magic to enchant mundane objects into powerful tools. The idea of making her job trivially easy without even needing to expend too much mana was immensely appealing to Fieri, and she threw herself into her studies with gusto. Fieri studied like a madwoman, egged on by her father, and very nearly graduated at the top of her class at the age of 24. With her magical potential unlocked through rigorous training and studying, and a bevy of spells and enchanted objects at her belt, Fieri... promptly attempted to return to her life of lazing about the university and looking smugly at the students. It was at that point that her father gently but firmly encouraged her to go find a job elsewhere, and politely informed her that, if she continued to stay at the university, she would be arrested and convicted for vagrancy. With no small amount of bitterness, Fieri moved out of the university, and set off into the world. Fieri now wanders aimlessly, searching for odd jobs and helpful servants.

 Equipment: Fieri Angharad is equipped with a variety of self-made magical tools. The weapons underneath are poor-quality, but the enchantments on them are made with love. Fieri's arsenal is as follows.
* Staff of the Diamond-Tail: a university-provided magical focus, that allows Fieri to store and release large amounts of mana. In effect, it is a battery, for intensive magical works. Thanks to the wonderful efforts of the university's engineers, this staff is also capable of drawing mana from ambient sources. In broad daylight or in the light of a full moon, the Staff of the Diamond-Tail regenerates mana very slowly. The staff is also quite sturdy and hurts to be hit with. It is currently filled with several days' worth of stored mana.
* Knife of Lacerations: A standard household bread knife, enchanted to unleash a blast of concussive force exactly the size of its blade on impact. It's useful against unarmored, unexpecting targets, but nearly worthless against armor.
* Bag of Holding: Fieri's thesis project. This is a simple leather satchel, enchanted to magically shrink down anything placed within it. Even thought it is about the size of a traveller's pack, its carrying capacity is about the size of a shipping crate.
* Mana Battery Kit: The mainstay of Fieri's repertoire, this is one of the only things that cannot be made by an artificer. With this advanced piece of magitechnology, one can handily replicate the effects of the university's staffs in a smaller and less powerful form. The kit takes any stone, metal nugget, or gemstone and fills it with mana. These mana-filled minerals can then be inserted into an artificed object to make them usable for non-mages. The more valuable and conductive the material used, the more mana the resulting battery can contain.

 Abilities: Fieri's magical powers are based around utilizing mana in its raw and pure form. These abilities are relatively expensive to use mana-wise, but can also draw from her staff's reserves.
* Mana Bolt: Fieri is capable of projecting a bolt of pure mana at her opponent. The bolt is relatively effective against uncovered flesh, and causes moderate to severe burns on contact. Against large amounts of mana, the bolt reacts violently and explosively.
* Miasma: Fieri is capable of venting large amounts of vaporized mana into the surrounding area at once. The mana, while not strictly toxic, is almost unbearably hot and temporarily interferes with any sources of magic. Prolonged exposure to Miasma results in severe nausea and disorientation. Fieri is not immune to the Miasma's effects.
* Artifice: The gross sum of Fieri's life and Fieri's true calling, this is what Fieri is best at. With a generous amount of mana, a targeted object, and some imagination, Fieri can enchant anything. The more valuable the object is, the easier it is to enchant. It takes half an hour to a day of concentrated work for an Artificing to be completed, and the resulting object must be charged with mana to function properly. What Fieri can enchant is limited only by her scientific knowledge and imagination-- if she can logically conceive of a way to make a ring capable of teleporting its wearer, Fieri can enchant one to do it. Researching and developing new enchantments takes time, mana, and plenty of test subjects. A list of enchantments Fieri currently knows follows.

	+ Emit Force/Absorb Force: Phenomenally simple, this enchantment is designed around converting mana into directed kinetic energy, either to work against incoming blows or amplify them.
	+ Emit/Absorb Heat: Exactly as simple, this enchantment is designed around emitting large amounts of heat or absorbing large amounts of it. With some more sophisticated supplementary enchantments, the weapon appears to emit flames or bolts of frost from it, though the effects are the same.
	+ Discharge/Absorb Mana: This enchantment is explicitly required on every Cartus Magnum Artificer's products, for safety reasons. Upon being discharged, the enchanted object immediately releases all stored mana in a single blast that, at higher levels, overloads other magical items and causes extreme burns. Upon its Absorb function being activated, the object briefly draws from any source of mana directly connected to it.
	+ Feather/Burden: A simple and efficient enchantment, used widely across the continent. When active, the enchantment actively lifts itself (or pushes itself down), making carrying heavy objects significantly easier. In most cases, Feather is attached to armor.
	+ Grow/Shrink: A strange branch of enchantment explored by few, the effects of these enchantments are directly tied to the current size of the object affecting it. When activated, anything touching the enchantment will be either shrunken or grown to a predetermined level. At the same time, both its volume and mass change, allowing for even heavy objects to be carried with ease.

[User]
"Don't worry, we'll meet you inside!" Al called, waving at the paladin. It was good to see that everyone was so eager to get to looting an ancient tomb.

Picking up his pace, the adventurer led the way to Haldric's Tomb. No doubt the church had hired them for a treasureful sidequest.

[Assistant] As the horse trodded onward, it slowed down its pace to match that of the adventurers. Its rhythmic galloping seemed to lul Sergeant Wykes to sleep, as she slumped over the horse's main and grabbed its neck. Slow as it was, it seemed Sergeant Wykes would not fall off. She had a countermeasure in the form of straps which snapped on- she had them installed after the second time she had fallen asleep while on her horse. It was a trick some of the king's cavalrymen used, or at least a trick that was developed by some of her peers back in training so they could catch up on sleep while out training.

[User]
Fieri, quaking and quivering, gradually regained her wits about her. The ringing, pounding dullness of pure terror washed away to reveal stark ingenuity. Through her torment, Fieri made a breakthrough. Pressure plates activate traps. If I could see and activate them, I'd be safe! Fieri's tail kicked a few pebbles out of the way as she sprang forward out of the fetal position, making a loud clattering sound against the stone floor. Pebbles are easy to throw and strike the ground with some force... I can make them strike with more force. All I need is some power, and a way to contain them...

Fieri looked over to the ruined corpse of the poor adventurer who had post-humuously saved her. With no small amount of hesitancy, she patted the corpse down, blindly searching for pouches, satchels, or sacks. Fieri breathed a deep sigh of relief when her questing hand found the familiar malleable shape of a leather pouch, and she quickly ripped it from the corpse's belt. Fieri snatched a handful of pebbles from the ground, and retreated back towards the entrance of the Prison-Castle. In what dull light spilled through from the surface, Fieri began one of her finest works.

With an artist's skilled hand, Fieri opened her Mana Battery Kit. In it was an array of tools, from paintbrushes to engraving tools, all arranged alongside inkwells, crushed mana batteries, and pastepots. This was the workbench of the Artificer, and this was the home of what makes a normal being into a hero. Each of the tools within was carefully artificed to transfer just the right amount of magic into its canvas.

Fieri gracefully pulled a paintbrush and a fluorescent-blue inkwell from her kit, and daubed the brush in enchanted ink. With one quick motion, she everted the leather pouch, and carefully began drawing arcane designs on its insides. To a layman, Fieri's caligraphy was nonsense-- a meaningless series of geometric shapes surrounded by a wordless alphabet. To an Artificer, however, the shapes and letters were given form. An endless series of carefully-calculated equations designed to selectively alter the inner workings of reality. With an Artificer's aid, one could make ice shoot fire, or a cannonball weigh only an ounce. The inscriptions Fieri was drawing across the innards of this mundane bag were relatively simple by Artificing standards: nothing more than a simple spell to grow anything touching it, as well as empowering them with magical force. The net effect would be simple but noticeable: anything placed within the inside of the bag would grow to twice its size, and whenever it was struck, it would release a small amount of magical force and light equal to a good stomp from a full-grown human foot. To finish her work, Fieri re-everted the pouch and placed a full-fledged, fully-charged mana battery in it. With a soothing hum, The Pebble Pouch filled itself with magical energy. Fieri dubbed it "The Pebble Pouch". Fieri was not very good at naming things.

Fieri smiled confidently, and withdrew the spent mana battery from the confines of The Pebble Pouch. She rubbed her scalp thoughtfully, and began brainstorming yet more potentially-valuable products. Torches that needed no pitch or fire, poles that exerted large amounts of force at one end, plates of metal that heated themselves up enough to cook by! Giggling gleefully, Fieri snatched a few torches from the walls, extinguished them, and happily began her Artificing again.


[System]
"I-if I had a 1-up mushroom I-I'd probably risk talking to girls directly..."
Gender:
Male

Age:
17

Appearance:
Matt's 5'10" and is always in some type of causal attire. He doesn't wear suits though. Even if the situation calls for it he'll often revert to wearing his black hoodie. His hair is a dirty blonde color and his eyes are a dark cyan. Matt sometimes unconsciously has a lost or confused expression on his face.

Personality:
When he's in the surroundings of a few of his friends he's live and very talkative, expressing very hit of his emotions, but then there's times when he's by himself. When he has no one to talk to he's very silent. Usually drawing and whispering to himself. Matt has a seriously tough time talking to girls. He'd stutter, forget words completely, speak backwards, become clumsy all the signs of your average boy speaking to his crush. Unlike talking just your crush it's for every girl he speaks to. Matt just doesn't do well around girls. He likes them, but is to afraid to speak to them. The only way he could talk to girls was when he was helping with work or talking about a subject that he can get lost in. Besides being really crappy with the ladies Matt is really smart and well know for being one of the smartest students around school.

Likes:
Anime (:P Otaku!)
Manga
Books
Comics
Music

Dislikes:
Bullies
Spicy Foods
Crowds
Public Speaking
Too much attention

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Bio:
Matt was born in a household that had both parents. Though his parents are from different backgrounds which leads them to getting into feuds on what's right or wrong for Matt. This often ends in him not getting a say so in whatever they're fighting over. Matt usually has is nose in a book to avoid their constant dispute. Which is probably why he's so smart now.

Extra:
•Matt always has his satchel on.
•If the school has a library then that's where you'll find him.

"We are strong
But we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart"

Matthew Stephens
F I R S T N A M E . L A S T N A M E
Relationship: (Acquaintance / Friend / Close Friend / Best Friend / Love Interest / Boyfriend-Girlfriend / Ex / Enemy)
"Thoughts on relation."

M E L A N I E . T I M E R E
Relationship: Acquaintance
"Ice Queen, she's obviously a boss level mob, but she can't really be that cold."

G E N E V I E V E .Y O U N G
Relationship: Acquaintance
"The Boss level harem Girl, she seems nice and good at lot of things...shit I sound like a stalker..."

B E R Y L . C A N T R E L L
Relationship: Acquaintance / Love Interest
"Pretty flat chested for a chick, but that's the perfect role of the Silent Heroine, she's kinda cute in her own way."

D A R I A N . G R E E N
Relationship: Acquaintance
"Okay, Okay, so you know when you play a video game and you get to this level were it makes you question your love of the game and why did you buy the game. That's like this chick! Every time I see her I question my sexuality! Like if a girl I'm dating acts like she does! Fuck that! Rage quitting that relationship!"

A L E X . H I L L
Relationship: Acquaintance
"Boom! So, he's like that character you'd have on your team that you can count on when everybody else fuck up! I swear we can be friends without a doubt!"

M A C K I E N . A C K E R S O N
Relationship: Acquaintance
"Obviously a playboy or at least the center of a harem! I know he has one! He can't be as wild as these rumors that I'm hearing...maybe I should start a harem rumor myself..."

L E N A . W I L L I A M S
Relationship: Acquaintance
"Oh my gosh! It's a female version of Ken from Street Fighter!!! She doesn't look mean and it'd be awesome to see her cosplay!"

O C T A V I A . F A I R C H I L D
Relationship: Acquaintance
"Hmmm best guess is the little sister type. That or undercover sleeping beauty. I'm not totally sure but I think she's a gamer. Once the time is right I'll see if my guess are true!"

A N T O N N I A . S M I T H
Relationship: Acquaintance
"I truly believe she doesn't see me as anything but a sex toy...I know odd right but I swear everytime I pass this chick my spider senses are telling me to run the hell away and don't look back."

R O Z A . K R A S N O F F
Relationship: Friend / Love Interest
*Gasp!* "Dickless the Clown has a friend that doesn't have a hot dog!!! Yes I know, I know calm your panties. I'm actually somewhat friends with this chick. Notice her beauty and massive hypnotizing boobs! I mean....she's nice and I bump into her a few times around the library. But I'd like to think that we are a dynamic duo and I'm Sherlock Holmes and she's Watson... Just more attravite with D cup weapons."

 A R I
Relationship: Friend
"Holy Corn Dog Fucking a door knob! Matt's friends with not one but two girls! Its the apocalypse!! Well I must be precieve as a gay dude that really hates girls! Wtf! Anyways you have your drug dealers and badies like that! I'd like for you to meet my Anime/Manga/Eroge dealer! She as all my otaku needs! Its like a drug trade but with stuff that actually matters!"

[User]
Alex

Alex just sighed at Darian's comment. He looked to the freshmen and said, "Don't worry about her. Just don't go near her and you'll probably be fine. She's rarely at school anyway." He helped the girl up and showed her on the map how to get where she wanted to go. He turned away from her and could smell a familiar scent. From having worked with Gigi so often he could recognize it fairly well.

He walked into the school and knocked the snow off his shoes at the entrance before continuing to his homeroom. The bell rang before he got there, but it didn't really matter to him. Homeroom seemed a little pointless to him anyway. He sneaked in the back looking down and sat beside Octavia hoping the teacher wouldn't call him out for being in the wrong seat. He just didn't want to go to the front and look at the seating chart. He didn't care who he shared homeroom with until he heard the easily recognizable voice of Darian. He groaned and looked up noticing that not just Darian but Roza was also in his class. Then he saw Melanie, Lena, and Matt towards the back. He looked to the front and also saw Mackien, Beryl, and Gigi. In his mind he was already running through the many problems that could occur with this group and thought, *This is going to be a REALLY long year.*

[Assistant]
Melanie

Melanie looked over to see the albino, a flicker of a smile when she saw Beryl. Good... that meant there was at least one productive student in class. A slight frown slipped on to her face as Mackien walked over to him, that guy sure was distracting... As soon as Mackien tried to say something to her, she turned quickly, doing her best not to show him anything she was feeling. Luckily, he didn't continue talking to her, but to Beryl.

Gigi was here! She kept her right hand down with her left instead of waving back. Her food was just to die for and the girl had found out about her sweet tooth... eh, she'd have to be careful this year.

Melanie slipped a book on conceptual physics out of her bag. It was better to get everything memorized first so she could spend time in her dorm reading...

Now that Melanie thought about it, the snow probably had made everyone uncomfortable. Her legs had been freezing outside, and the foot lockers were a wet mess. It was a hope that the snow hadn't ruined her shoes, she hadn't gotten a chance to get a pair of boots yet.

S-She! That girl that always had rumors about her, Roza Krasnoff came into the room... with her shirt seemingly not covering anything. It was all Melanie could do not to blush up to her ears, she hid her face in her book. Those tattoos had to be against the dress code and... and... w-whatever, she didn't care or anything.

This was going to be an exhausting day. Darian had just come into homeroom not in her uniform, her shoes dragging in snow. She had taken that Boy Alex Hill's seat and gotten it covered in dirty snow. The language, the swearing...

She... said that Gigi's muffin was hers... Melanie stood up quickly and walked over to Dar- Alex's seat.

"Darian, coming to school without being in uniform is against school policy. Your snowy boots are a hazard, a student could slip and break their skull open." Melanie crossed her arms in front of her chest, a hand adjusting her glasses.

Try me.

[User]
Beryl
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Beryl started to sweat, the cold air chilling his spine and he started to breathe a smidgen faster. Oh God, why in the world was Makien, the most popular guy in school, actually talking to him now? Makien had completely ignored him last year, so what had changed? 'Please don't tell me that he's... "interested"', Beryl thought with a slight shudder. It had happened before, guys who weren't from school would ask him out while he walked around. He always declined, but it was really hard to do so without his brother's help. They were always so pushy...

Clearing his throat, trying to keep down the anxiety that was rising up inside of him, he turned in his seat and replied to the red-headed teen. "I-I was fine...", he said to his peer softly, his voice just barely being heard by the popular boy, but completely incomprehensible. His eyes were darting around, trying to focus on Makien's face in order to see his reaction. Was his response enough?

Beryl wouldn't know, because not even a second after he gave his weak response, the other popular student walked up to them. Oh why, oh why, oh why. Did God hate him or something? He was internally screaming right now, wanting to hide under a rock somewhere and die. Outside, however, he was as cool as a cucumber, only a increased rate of perspiration was a indication of his discomfort. Then he heard what she was asking, and would have bolted from the classroom if it wasn't as rude as it would have been.

"...C-... C-Could you... repeat that?" he sounded out in disbelief, his high pitched, feminine voice actually at it's normal volume in the wake of his surprise. The moment he understood what he just did, he wanted to kick himself. Hard. What in the world did he just do?!? He just talked! With his normal voice! There is absolutely no way anyone who had thought he was a girl could ever change their opinions now. Two years of pissing off classmates and teachers, all wasted in a single sentence. He couldn't help it, he was just so deep in disbelief. Why did BOTH of the popular teens want to talk to him all of the sudden? He was going to get crucified! Could his life get any worse?!? Then, the unthinkable happened. From the corner of his periphery, he sees Darian come through the front door. Darian.

'...I think I feel faint...' This was going to be the worst school year in the history of school years. Some way, some how, he had pissed off God. This is was punishment.

[Assistant] Once Darian entered the class Matt immediately closed his manga and took a deep breath. He quickly glanced in her direction and then looked back at his desk.  "God damn it. What is this!? Did the faculty plan to have a mass murder on their hand or something..."  Matt whispered to himself as he looked at all the possible psychopaths that will come from the little classroom. He especially looked at Darian making sure he wasn't caught looking at her. She was obviously a basket case. Matt rested his head on his desk exhaling and restraining himself from searching for a banana and stabbing a certain loud mouth person in the throat. Matt chuckled at the thought of, death by potassium. Look when you have little to no friends stuff like this happens to you so don't judge him. Matt doesn't see how Roza dated her but he isn't her so he shrugged and reverted his attention to Berly. He gritted his teeth as he heard Darian speak poorly of her. If Matt was more sure about how'd he do in a fight she'd be catching his hands instantly. Luckily Berly handled the situation before Matt stepped in...well he wasn't but think of what would happen if he did. The brave hero steps in and protects the beautiful damsel in distress from the mischievous female Bowser! Lost in his thoughts Matt unconsciously whispered.  "Fuck you Goomba."  Outside of his daydreaming mind he was leaned back in his seat in starring at the ceiling with a big smile on his face.