[System]
Birthday
December 10th

Age
18

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Pansexual

Relationship Status
Single

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
She has helix, conch, tragus, and lobe piercings in her left ear. She has three lobe piercings on her right ear as well as tragus and daith piercings. She has a nose piercing as well as a septum. Lauryn also has several visible tattoos and plans on getting more.

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Likes
• Art
• Tattoos & Piercings
• Weed
• Reggae and Hip Hop Music
• Autumn mornings
• Musicals

Dislikes
• Cold weather
• People who talk too much
• Being bored
• Chocolate
• Horror Movies (They bore her.)
• Gossip

Hobbies
• Painting/Drawing
• Singing
• Martial Arts

Habits
• Writes with left hand, but does everything else right-handed.
• Drinking coffee
• Excessive swearing

Fears
• Cancer
• Boats
• Large insects

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Personality
• Easygoing • Stubborn • Adventurous • Brutally Honest •
When talking to Lauryn, one could expect to hear at least one snarky or sarcastic comment. She is extremely honest, blunt, and at times can be a bit rude. She's always been described as having "no filter." Because of this, she doesn't make friends very easily, but once she does she proves herself to be a very trustworthy and loyal friend. Lauryn has always been a clever and intelligent girl, but has problems concentrating for too long on things that don't immediately interest her, and puts more time and effort into her artwork than schoolwork. She's always looking to have fun, and is a very easygoing girl.

Biography
Lauryn was born on December 10th, 1998 in Brooklyn, New York. Her parents had been dating for just three months before her mother ended up pregnant with she and her fraternal twin sister, Erykah. As a result, the couple got married and moved to Iowa just two years after they'd been born, something about them being tired of living in the city. Lauryn had a fairly normal childhood. As she and her sister grew older, they started to develop their own different personalities. White her sister was more quiet and reserved, Lauryn was a "wild child." While her sister was more intelligent and practical, Lauryn was more creative and imaginative. By the time the twins were eight years old, they knew exactly who they were and who they wanted to be. Everything came crashing down, however, when Erykah was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of nine. Just two short years later, she passed away. Life had never been the same since her sister died; it was like a piece of her died with her sister. That was, until, she met her best friends, who have slowly helped bring her back to life.

Family Members
Mother - Maria Greene
Father - Tyrone Greene
Sister - Erykah Greene (Deceased)

Your Mahlimae
#4

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Relationships Between Friends
• Georgina Anne Berglund
• "She's a really great friend."
• Along with being the only two girls in the group, Lauryn and Gina's similar personalities and love for the arts have bonded them pretty closely. Gina can sometimes annoy Lauryn by talking too much, but they never get into big arguments. Overall, they get along pretty well.

• Titus Omar Calloway
• "He's my brother from another mother."
• Lauryn has known Titus ever since he moved into his Grandmother's house next door. They didn't officially meet, however, until they ran into each other while getting new piercings, and from that point on, it was history. Lauryn sees Titus as a very close friend, a brother, even. It was nice for her to have him around after her sister passed away.

• Sebastian Monroe
• "One can never be bored when hanging out with Sebast."
• Lauryn sees Sebastian as an overall cool and fun guy. They have a lot in common, and though they are usually calm and peaceful when around each other, they can still enjoy getting into exciting situations together. Though he can be a bit too dramatic, he is very energetic and thrill-seeking, which is one of the reasons why she genuinely enjoys his company.

• Kestin Alderson
• "He's a great actor, and has the potential to become an amazing artist."
• Lauryn and Kestin have very much in common. The two of them met during the Freshman year school musical, and have been good friends ever since. Lauryn knows that Kestin is a much better actor than she is. Also, they often sketch things for each other and/or give constructive criticism, Lauryn sometimes being a bit too harsh when critiquing. Overall, they are good friends.

[User]
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December 19th, 2016. 6:45 AM

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For Zane, his start of the morning was greeted with a nice, lovely, blaring alarm clock to the ear, jolting him awake as he quickly raised his left hand and pressed down on the IPhone's home button to shut it up. He always made sure to have it up to near full blast so that the shock of waking up to it would really hit him hard, and placed it on the side of his bed so that it was close. While it wasn't the most sane decision to some, it did do it's job in making sure he'd get up. And if he did decide to go back to sleep or the snooze, he had made several alarms set on his phone to go off each minute afterward. But today, he made sure to get up on the first alarm, hastily turning off the others as he stretched his bones. A bit earlier than planned, he thought, but it was worth waking up a little earlier to hang out with the others, even if he knew they'd most likely ask him several questions. Or, well, one in particular.

After a nice, hot shower, he decided to wear a grey and black hoodie under a leather jacket, making sure to pull the hood out and over the jacket's collar, fleece lined blue jeans, black boots, and his iconic watch. Going down the stairs, the house was still silent as his parents were either sleeping or at work. Well, at least his father that is, he knew his mom was probably still in bed. He stopped and considered making them breakfast, but felt he didn't have time if he was going to meet up with the others at the diner. Besides, they knew he was going to hang out with them today, so he supposed it would be fine. He'd make it up to them by cooking dinner, yeah, that would work. With a nod to himself and a lot of reassurance going on in his head, Zane left to meet up at the diner.

He was glad he was among one of the first ones there, and when everyone arrived, he ordered some french toast with sunny side up eggs and, like usual, an iced coffee. While it was cold out, he always did prefer his coffee cold than hot, and was already dressed up for the cold anyway. He did his best to eat fast so that he wouldn't hold them behind, and was glad that they set off to explore, despite having explored every inch of this place on several occasions. Or so he thought.

When they found the home,Zane was actually surprised, having thought they couldn't miss a place like this, and yet they had. But at the same time, he was kinda excited to see what was in the damaged place. It was like a horror movie, except this was real life and not like the things he studied on screen or on stage. It seemed Toc had a similar interest in exploring, and while he didn't feel that confident in going in first, the groups presence gave him a feeling that he could very easily do so. Seeing as the door was locked, he began to think of other ways to get in.  We could probably get in through one of the busted windows, or if you want, I'll try that and see if I can unlock it from the inside. He suggested, a confident smile on his face.

[Assistant]
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December 19th, 2016. 6:50 AM

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The coolness of the morning permeated Sebastian's room as his alarm went on by his head, coaxing him awake with gentle tunes and simple melodies. The drowsy boy uttered a guttural noise from his throat and rolled over, throwing his hand in the general direction of his phone. After a few failed attempts at grabbing the ringing device, he cracked open an eye, grabbing the phone and shutting off the alarm. He settling back into his covers, enjoying their warmth, slowly... dozing... off-

The sharp ring of a second alarm jolted him from his drowsy state, forcing him into consciousness. He muttered a few unintelligible squabbles before accepting that regardless of how tired he was, he still had to get up.

Sebastian rolled over and threw off his sheets, letting the cold air cover his entire body. The crispness of the surrounding air brought his exposed skin to life, causing a small shiver to run down his spine and fully awaken him. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and sat up, quickly grabbing a towel before making his way into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he had showered and dressed himself for the day, wearing a pair of deep blue pants, thick black shoes, an off-white long sleeve shirt, and a grey coat and scarf. He ran his hands through his hair to put it into shape, leaving it in a messy pattern that he took more time than he wanted to admit working on.

After grabbing his phone, wallet, and a pair of earphones, he quietly exited the house, making his way down the street while he blocked out all noise with his music. After a short walk, he arrived at the diner as the second to last one, with only Titus still missing.

After the group ate, they headed out to trek through the woods, more to see the nature than to explore; they had practically explored every inch of the town.

After a short walk, the group eventually came upon an abandoned house none of the recognized. Confusion Sebastian's first reaction, however it was quickly overriden by curiosity. After they swapped a few ideas of how to get inside, Sebastian piped up.

"Looks like there's a fairly clear window over there." He commented, pointing over towards the right side of the house. "Or we can break down the door. Whatever floats your boat." Either way, he was anxious to explore the house, albeit slightly nervous. It concerned him that no one recognized it; it seems d vaguely reminiscent of a horror movie.

[User]
December 19th, 2016. 6:48 AM

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As the phone alarm jostled her awake, silently, Lauryn groaned at the thought of leaving the comfort of her warm bed. She had never been a morning person. She often wished that she was. The grass is greener on the other side of the fence, she supposed.

Like most days, her very first thought was, "I wish I could sleep longer." The comfort and safety of her bed screamed loudest in the mornings. Her vision was blurry, and she could not read the screen clearly, but there was no need. Her hand found the snooze button instinctively, as if it needed no help from her brain. She wasn't very sure what good her brain was that early, anyway. Lauryn dragged herself out of bed and stumbled towards the closet, wiping the sleep from her eyes and in an almost robotic fashion, pulling on a pair of ripped jeans and a T-Shirt—whichever is conveniently residing at the top of the "clean clothes" pile. After that, she quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face in the hallway bathroom. Then she threw on her black fur jacket before stopping by the bedroom window, using the reflection to fix her hair. The street light at the top of the driveway illuminated a steady stream of rain. She grabbed a scarf, a pair of socks and her rain boots before leaving the house.

Lauryn was the third of her friends to arrive at the diner, and it was then that she realized just how hungry she was. She ordered a stack of pancakes and, after drenching them in blueberry flavored syrup, scarfed them down until she was satisfied. She washed the meal down with an ice cold glass of apple juice. By the the gang was finished eating, the rain had stopped, so they decided to go exploring in the forest that surrounded the outskirts of the town. When they'd come across the unfamiliar home, Lauryn was very skeptical. Her skepticism, however, turned to concern as soon as Gina started up the weak and wobbly steps, almost falling right through when she stepped on the termite infested wood. Pushing her concern away, Lauryn scanned the ground as she listened to her friends converse. "Looks like there's a fairly clear window over there," She'd heard Sebastian say.

"It's funny," she said with a laugh as she continued to look around, "how we find a strange ass abandoned house in the middle of the forest, and our first instinct is to look around." As soon as she'd finished speaking, Lauryn found exactly what she was looking for. After retrieving the largest rock she could find in the area, she made her way to the right side of the house, wrapped her scarf around her hand, and, without warning, used the rock to break in the rest of the window. Lauryn grinned as the glass shattered and a few shards of splintered glass spilled onto the ground.

"Why bust down the door when we can climb through the window?" she said, dropping the rock back on the ground and unwrapping her hand. "Now," she said with a smirk, "who's up first?"


[System]
Oni no Hanzo

True Name: Hattori Hanzo

Class: Assassin

Gender: Female

Attribute: Man

Height/Weight: Variable depending on disguise, 156cm, and 56kg in original form.

Era:Age of Man

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Personality: A pleasant sort of person, one that was easy to talk to, as well as easy to approach. Seemingly benign, and soft spoken, it would seem that she could never really get angry. Soft, and looking unlikely to the next person to stab you in the back. While she can be boisterous in battle, she never truly loses that soft edge, as if trying to lure the opponents into feeling a bit complacent. Other than that, the strongest reaction one can get out of her to anything would just be at most a small jump or the like. Has utterly no qualms about using dirty tactics, lying, or manipulating people to get the desired result. Answers the call to the Grail War to fulfill a selfish and simple wish.

Character Objectives: To once again prove the Iga was a force to be reckoned with.

History:Other than her being a woman, nothing much else has changed.

— Parameters —
STR:D | END:C | AGI:A+ | MAG:C | LCK:B | NP: D
[MASTER APTITUDE:Removed modifier from STR]
— Class Skills —
Presence Concealment -A+
Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. It is possible to disappear completely and become almost impossible to be detected, even against a Servant's perception. However, efficiency will decrease once preparations to attack are taken.

— Personal Skills —
Ninjutsu(Hanzo) - A+++

At A+++ Rank, one stands shoulder to shoulder among the legendary ninjas. Being one of the more prominent ninja during her period, she was naturally extremely adept at this. Includes usage of ninja tactics, strategies, torture techniques, and other arts. Due to her legend of fearless tactics even with only a few against much more numerous enemies, she specializes in defensive battles and counter attacks, especially when outmatched and or outnumbered, thus gaining appropriate bonuses to those.

Subversive Activities - B

The ability to reduce enemy's war potential in the preliminary stage before going to battle.
An expert of traps. With this skill at Rank B, it is possible to disable close to 30 percent of the enemy forces before they advance.

Disengage - C

Bonus effect of returning battle conditions to what they were at the beginning of the match.

Projectile (Ninja) - B

With special throwing technique, any throwable ninja weapons like the kunai and shuriken, gains the same destructive power as firearms when thrown, typically spelling certain death for human targets.

— Armaments —
Very literally all her tools, including kama, kama with chains, shurikens, kunais, strings, poison, clawed gloves, clothings, swords, short swords, longer swords, bows, and even her spear.

— Noble Phantasms —

Ninja Escort Service
Though even hellfire we reach our destination
Type:Anti-Unit/Anti-Army
Rank:D
Range:-
Maximum Number Of Targets:1 - 300

A recreation of her most famous feat, the escort of Tokugawa through Iga. With only his 300 men to escort Ieyasu, they marched 200km in just 5 days, undetected and unfettered. With this, she can summon any and all of the 300 ninja that helped with the journey, as well as well as unconditionally shortening distances. By default they take the most optimal path possible, making it much easier to reach destinations.

Due to its nature, its the sort of Noble Phantasm that did not require activation through calling out its true name, and was most noticeable when she's actively escorting someone. However, Each of the ninja summoned aren't at all on par with a heroic servant being only at the level of a wraiths. They do however benefit from her Noble Phantasm and Presence Concealment, and can demonstrate their skills as Ninja fully. The noble phantasm also doesn't have any additional effects beside summoning the escort ninja as well as the shortening of distances unconditionally. Thus, this Noble phantasm doesn't drain much magical energy unless all her escorts take the field.

"Sorry, I ain't gonna give up yet."
Title(s): Ultra Explosive NEET

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Rank: Count

Objective for the Grail: To reach the Root, for the ultimate and best kaboom.

Character Objectives: Prove to the world she wasn't a retard and wastrel who squandered her family's history.

Command Seal: Three crescent moons arranged in a circle, with the one placed near the knuckles having a point in the middle.

Personality: A rough, brash and rather strongwilled person, she was the kind of person you'd expect to be working in a construction job, not as the heir to one of a relatively young magus family. While intelligent at times, she's more partial to more direct methods rather than more convoluted and indirect methods. Has a tendency to focus on odd things at times, as well as having a soft spot towards those weaker than her.

Bio: A family of mages, who first started in Japan, but fled from it in an old old incident, crossing the seas and eventually settling in a remote mountainous area of China, before spreading towards Russia. Tenryuu, as a product of this, was more Russian than she was Chinese or Japanese, though they kept their Japanese roots close to them. They were primarily focused on immortality, and focused on making or transferring then maintaining consciousness to a new more perfect body, developed simultaneously due to corpses being a poor substitute, though there were extensive efforts made to gather parts from them. Taking inspiration from the terracotta soldiers, they tried making a perfect body from other materials as well.

However, all of their methods remained Japanese, even while taking in foreign influences. Their martial arts retained their Japanese base even while incorporating outside influences, their rituals were tempered by their roots, they still spoke mainly in Japanese within their households. Even the clay dolls were made with words of power inscribed into them to induce the transference, though there wasn't any actual true successes that meant true immortality. There were some that had good power in them, but none that fit the family's true goals. While their magecraft, being from a different origins, were far weaker, their desire for infinity meant they persevered nonetheless, pursuing their goals with the same dogged determination as they did in Japan.

Tenryuu, however, ran away to join a remote Grail War across the world. To her it was simple; her family, while relatively well off, didn't have much in terms of actual assets, and Paris would be a grand prize indeed. Wielding a byproduct of her family's research, she would also try to prove to them, that making things explode was a good thing and should be researched more.

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Magic Circuit Switch: A gunshot.

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: B

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Elemental Affinity: Fire

Origin: Expansion

Magecraft:
High Speed Aria
Magecraft refined through time, they eventually learned how to save time in their endeavours to cast them, as if ever wary that their time might be growing shorter. For Tenryuu, it was incorporated into her movements and kotodama.

Magecraft basics

Rituals/Greater Rituals
Arguably her family's greatest strength, doing elaborate rituals for their experiments, as well as minor ones for smaller scale operations.

Kotodama
"The Soul of Language", a Japanese centric magic that revolves around the belief that even just words alone can contain power. A simple magic with little power on its own.

Automaton Creation
Or rather the creation of high quality bodies, made and refined using any sort of materials around.

Advanced Reinforcement
Unsurprisingly, through their pursuit of infinity, the simple magic of Reinforcement was honed and used to create higher quality materials that can stand more duress. She can use this far far easier with much less effort, with far greater results than any other magus who did not train as much in this.

Spiritual Evocation
Something that her family was very proficient in, considering they were very interested in capturing spirits and souls to transfer into their ever growing pile of experiments. They could be considered experts in this field, and by extension, so was she, though she uses them far more unconventionally than other people would.

Crest:Old, around 5 generations or so.

Weapon: Gloves with just a kanji for Power sewn onto its back. Special chalks.

Exceptional Benefit: Superior Mystic Code- You may have an exceptional mystic code. It is a very high grade mystic code that won't count against your mystic code section in the sheet. For example if it was a puppet body, it would be a puppet body that would defensively fight against even a Servant. This should only be used for extremely strong codes at the highest tier. Superior Mystic Codes are extremely powerful, so they should be approved separately over PMs. To preserve their secrecy, do not add them to your public sheet.

[User]
Sylvester II
Seine Right Bank, Business District
@SubjectVision@KoL

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"Perhaps if they wish to speak with us I would not be against such an interaction. Though this is a war and our goal is to analyze our opponents, one should never dehumanize them. From heathens to heretics, I care not, but of humanity I love. I am not so bloodthirsty to take the first action against them if you wish not to battle, but know that if they are to wish any form of harm to you Master, I shall not allow them to do so."

"Even if I am but a man of science and a man of the cloth, that does not mean I do not have enough bark to my bite. You are speaking to the man who was able to single-handedly defeat a Lord of the underworld with nothing aside from my own hands, after all."

Striking a rather triumphant pose in the face of his Master, Sylvester seemed to show off in a rather simple manner by flexing his muscles above his shoulders like a boxer taunting to a crowd. Even though he seemed mostly composed in his speech and composure, it appeared that Sylvester did have at least a modicum of belief in himself. He was, after all, a Heroic Spirit; those class of people who had 'saved' humanity. And even if they were unable to do so, their effects were still felt today.

"... Pervert. You just want to know if they are a woman or not, don't you?"

"O-Of course not. I simply see no issue in discussing with other heroes. Though I am no Hero myself, I had been selected by the Grail to grant my Master the Grail. If my enemy is not hostile towards me, I'd wish to avoid confronting them if possible."

For but a moment, the facade of stoicism seemed to fall at the face of the statement by his wife berating his previous actions. Though the agreement between the two was that a mutual love between one another, Sylvester was but a mortal tempted by the wiles and woes of mortal women. While he did love his wife, there were times where his moral compass was to redirect himself. After all, he was only human.

"Hmm. Well, we shall see about that, won't we then? That is what you said about that village girl in Avenguine. Not even to speak about the lady from Prague! How many homewreckers have you brought home in your time?"

"That is that and this is this."

With a dismissive sigh from Sylvester and an irritated "hmpf" from Meridiana, Sylvester cleared his throat before he continued.

"I shall accompany you, Master! Do not leave my side unless I tell you to. Even if they seem friendly, I do not want you to let your guard down. If they try anything funny, I'll give them the taste of my Demonic Drill of the Divine Blessing … Yeah! That is what I'll call that! It will be the greatest!"

For whatever reason Sylvester wore a look of excitement that could only be compared to a child who had gotten a new toy. He seemed pumped for whatever reason.

.... Maybe he did want to fight against strong heroic spirits, despite what he had said earlier?

And with that, Sylvester began to escort his Master towards where he felt the enemy Servant was currently, moving at a comfortable speed for his Master's sake. Masters were, after all, not at the level of Servants when it came to speed. And in the event that the enemy Servant was one that used trickery or range to take out Masters, he did not wish to allow his Master to get caught in the crossfire without his support. Even if that Old Man was more capable of his own from Sylvester's appraisal, Servants were on a tier of existence greater than humans when it came to physicality.

[User]
Oni no Hanzo
Eiffel Tower - Core District

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A curved blade, withdrawn from a curved sheath using a particular technique. Even that was enough to narrow down this Servant as samurai. A certain Shogun perhaps?

She did not force her sword when it was parried by that Servant, for that was a foolish gesture novice made, which left themselves overcompensating for the blow. Hanzo wasn't just a shinobi after all, she was samurai, and served on the battlefield before. And if the enemy started to attack her like this obvious samurai did, well... She simply parried one or two blows before jumping backwards out of reach, almost disappearing, throwing spherical balls onto their feet, surrounding the area with pinkish smoke.

"Fu hu hu~" A smile as she disappeared into the smoke.

A trick within a trick, one perhaps the samurai would have recognized should she be the type that encountered shinobi before. She was familiar with the trick, and therefore immune, but how will the samurai and their Master react with her vision obscured and that cloying sweet smell blocking their noses?

Like ghosts from within the smoke, a lead weight at the end of a chain flew at horrific speeds towards the Master.


[System]
Appearance:
Gender: Female

Age: 17

Grid: Focal

Secret Gift: Pyrokinesis-She can create fire from her palms. She can also control any fire she comes across. She can increase the heat of the fire or reduce it. She can manipulate fire into a spherical shape to throw at enemies, as a weapon.

Weapon of Choice: 8 inch daggers and ninja stars

Gear: Medical pack, compass, rope

Bio: Paige was born in Focal. Her parent's weren't Council Members, but they were close to becoming so. She never wanted anything that she didn't get. But, with her parents running a political campaign, they never had time to spend with Paige. She found herself acting out to get their attention. Instead of getting her way, her parents erased any mention of her from their lives. They said she was too big of a risk if she couldn't constantly be on her best behavior. So her parents bought her her own penthouse, which she's been living in since she was 13.

Habits (Optional): She is always chewing gum.

Theme Song (Optional): Ain't It Fun by Paramore

Other:

[User]
Dyana kept buttoning her jean blue button down in anticipation "Just act like you, im sure they're will be other's from my districts...just for gods sake try to make it through this" she looked out to see others already standing near the stars and it seemed that the districts were colored differently "huh...thats a bit of an interesting choice..." her limousine stopped and a man opened the door for her. Grabbing her back pack, she slung it over her shoulder and stepped out. Brushing her faded blue jeans off, she looked around the area and was in awe almost.

Looking to the building ahead, she almost couldn't contain her excitement, there had been buildings in Luminosity but not like this. She wasn't obvlious to these, it was just amazement to see that they could be this big. Walking over next to another Luminosity boy she kind of found a bit of comfort in knowing there was at least one other around her that she knew was from her district, even if she didn't know who he was "Uh...I know you Limo was white, as was mine and I think that means we're from the same district, so..." she hated being awkward "Nice to meet you, my name is Dyana Dolaso" she extended a hand towards the boy.

[Assistant]
The ride to the building was just as Nyaleena Vega had expected. She had been to the Guard training facility many times and knew just what to expect on Recruitment Day. Her brother, Codeeva, sat next to her in the limo, completely silent and staring out the window. To occupy her thoughts, she replayed the morning scene again in her head:

Nya stared intently before throwing her hands up in defeat. "This is hopeless! Focal is about to be overtaken!" she exclaimed. She took a deep breath and adjusted her posture. She was a Guard and knew it needed to show. She tried not to let the sound of panic enter her voice before she continued, "My forces are surrounded on three of the four perimeters but I can clearly see a head on approach will be a slaughterfest. Our rations are low; we haven't slept in days and…"

"Nya," her brother interrupted, "how do you know your regiments haven't slept in days?" He set his blue, Anomalous game piece down and looked across the board with a twinkle in his eye and a slight smirk on his lips. "I mean, we've only been playing for 2 hours."

"Oh shut up." Nya replied, throwing her red, Guard Commander game piece at his face and slumping back in the dark, leather chair. It was cold. Only the edge of the seat had been used. "I just hate that I always lose." She paused, leaning her head back to stare at the ceiling. "I need to drown these sorrows." She got up from the low coffee table and headed into the kitchen for a drink. Her brother followed silently. He leaned against the counter, watching her. As she poured two glasses of juice, Nya continued, "I don't even know why I play with you. I mean, the Guard's best and brightest graduate should be playing with people in his own league. Not a lowly recruit." She was purposely playing a hurt victim and rolled her eyes dramatically at the last point. In reality, they were quite evenly matched in the game. Codeeva just smiled, not wanting to encourage her outburst, and picked up the beverage she handed to him. He glanced at the bright clock on the wall behind Nya's head.

"Speaking of," he started. He swallowed the last of his juice, set the glass down, picked up his jacket and headed to the door. He stood in the doorway and attached two guns, two knives, and a small medical kit to himself, all in one swift movement. Nya watched him like a child watching fireworks for the first time. He continued, "We need to head out. A Vega will not be late on their first day. You will become the best and brightest in no time." His face became stern, the look of The Guard. Then he winked.

Her thoughts returned to present day. No pressure. She sighed and stepped out of the car. "Good luck." Codeeva smiled at her one last time. Nya failed to return the smile as she turned to face the next year of her life.

[User]
To say that Sarah was nervous as she sat in her limo was an understatement "Keep calm Sarah, you can do this" she said to herself as she nervously played with her hair in the back of her limo and looking over her jeans and t-shirt. Looking out of her window she noted the different colours of the cars and was left in awe when she caught sight of the Guard training facility. As her limo pulled up next to the building and the driver opened the door for her, she climbed out out mouth agape at the impressive structure.

"Thank you" she said to the driver as she took in the building and the other recruits, the building was impressive and gave Sarah the confidence to know she was joining something bigger than herself. Looking around at the other recruits she assumed by the colour coding that there were three others from her district. She could already see two of them had paired off, while another in a dress and made her way to the back of the crowd. Smiling, Sarah decided to introduce herself to her. Making her way over she reached out her hand and said.

"Hi, I'm Sarah and judging by the colour of your limo were both from the same district, pleasure to meet you and that is a lovely dress"

[Assistant]
Logan had never in his life left Till. Now he was on his way to Focal and to his training. He was both excited and scared. Course there was no way he would ever get back home. He was going to be a Guard or die trying. He was gonna be the top recruit if he had to beat the hell out of all this snotty rich creeps. Not a single one of them had ever had dirt on their hands. That would make them easier to beat. He figured none of them could take a punch. Logan knew he could beat any of them up.

He saw two of them jump out of their limos while he walked like a normal person. He had basically convinced the driver to let him out since he hated limo's. He was just a farmer's son. He was wearing a pair black jeans. It was something he would wear out into the fields. Course he had a grey tank top over his shoulder since again that was something he would do back home. There was no real shame in his family and these rich snobs would be all a flutter over something like that. He stood at about six four inches tall and was built from years of farm work. He looked over at the other guy standing there. He could tell that this guy was pampered. "You snobs are all the damn same. Glass jaws and pedicures. I could kick you up and down this street." Logan said not backing down. His brothers had taught him to study some one by if they could fight.

 He said looking from the guy and towards the rest. "Seems I'm the only real person here." He said looking at the girl who popped out of another limo. "Wow. Anyone else want to wear their jewels? I thought this was for the Guard not some sort fashion thing..."

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Light leapt into Alda's eyes when she felt a rough tap on her shoulder as the limo driver turned to wake her up. "I'm sorry, Miss...Bayne," said the man awkwardly, but she nodded in thanks and pushed the vehicle's door open. The daylight made the young woman squint and rub at her eyes. As soon as her eyes were adjusted, she looked with dread at the massive slab of glass that loomed so high above her, reminding Alda of an improperly-cut tree that was about to fall on its slayer.

Enough of that. Gotta go. She made her way toward where the rest of the crowd were coalescing and scanned the group of people warily. For a few moments, she let her eyes settle on a good-looking topless guy from, she presumed, Luminosity. Certainly loud though. A few girls nearby giggled in an infuriating way when the young man winked, so quickly Alda looked away and focused on finding a relatively-clear part of the crowd. There was no point in getting involved in anyone here. Her "gift" would likely just be revealed sooner or later, and that would only mean trouble.

But that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate handsome males. She stole another glance toward Colt, reasoning with herself that it was simply like admiring a good piece of art. She had been taken away from the calm, peaceful forest, so she figured she should make the best of it. She absentmindedly pushed someone who had stumbled too close to her away, surreptitiously continued to ogle the complete stranger, and waited for someone to announce that dinner was ready.

[Assistant]
Flashback
"Ready or not, here I come!" Braylen yells from afar. Lincoln could hear it, as he hides in a crevasse between two large rocks. Lincoln peeks around one of the rocks, sees nothing. He begins to look around, checking for another hiding spot he could get to if things get bad. "Where are you Linc?!" Her voice is getting closer, but Lincoln can't abandon ship just yet. "I gotta wait for the right time." Lincoln thinks to himself as he peeks around one of the rocks. He sees Braylen. Her long dark brown hear flipping around as she checks every corner of the woods.

Lincoln and Braylen takes hide and seek very seriously. It is 6-5 right now, Braylen's lead. Lincoln has to win this one, if he doesn't, he will never hear the end of it until the next "season" of hide and seek starts. "If you come out, I will make you a batch of yummy peanut butter chocolate brownies!" Braylen yells out, smiling greatly. Lincoln's eyes widened, those were his favorite dessert, nothing ever comes even close to Bray's Famous Peanut Butter Choco Browns. It's tempting, but Lincoln stays strong. Lincoln peeks around one of the rocks again, but to his dismay, Braylen is standing about five feet away, gleefully smiling. "Crap!" Lincoln starts to run, locking in on the "safe zone." If he gets there, he will be safe, and it is his turn to seek. But Braylen begins to close in, her long hair and dress flapping behind her.

Braylen's leap deems successful. Lincoln was on the ground, Braylen on top. "Yaaaaaayyyyyy!" Braylen screams, blissfully jumping up and down. "You stink, Bray." Lincoln chides, brushing dirt off his pants.

Present
Lincoln snaps back into reality, looking up to the large tower out his window. It was one of the last memories he had of his sister, before she was killed by an Anomalous. His eyes filled with anger, promising himself he would kill all of the Anomalies. Lincoln tells himself to relax. The limo stops, now Lincoln sees a group of people at the stairs. "Must be my fellow recruits." Lincoln thinks to himself. His door is opened by a large man, and steps out. The cool breeze feels nice. Lincoln stared at the multi-colored line of limos. He always liked the colors for some reason. He begins to walk towards the group of recruits. He looks behind for a second, seeing other recruits make their way to the same destination. Before Lincoln gets the group, he stops. "This is it. My chance." Lincoln whispers, a tear runs down his cheek. He quickly wipes it off, and makes his way to the group, tossing his bag on his back.

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Finn sighed as the limo he was currently seated in approached the gleaming towers that housed the Guards. To say he was nervous was an understatement. While he had been eager to join the Guards, despite his powers, he was now terrified. What if someone found out? He'd probably be shot on the spot, or at best, sent to the Outlands. He chewed on his nails as his limo neared his future home.

As the limo pulled to a stop, Finn grabbed the duffel bag that Alessa had helped him pack. He smiled as he thought of his kind hearted nanny, the one who's eyes were lined with wrinkles from smiling so much. He hopped out of the dark green limo that signified he was from Principle and looked around. He saw at least four white limos, but there were only two people from Principle, himself included.

Finn was not the average child from Principle. While he had been raised with mass amounts of money, he didn't take after his Grid mates with their snooty attitudes. Years of having to hide his powers had humbled him. However he knew that he'd most likely be targeted by one of the Recruits, someone who had a grudge against those in Principle.

Finn looked up at the instructor who had called for everyone to gather at the front of the steps. Having chewed his index finger nail to a stub, Finn moved onto the thumb as he walked forward with the rest of the recruits. He stopped, duffel bag slung over his shoulder and his eyes focused on the instructor.

[Assistant]
Paige drummed her fingers against her kneecap waiting for the limo drive to be over. It wasn't that far for her. She was just going from one part of Focal to another. Pulling out a piece of gum from her pocket, she unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. She was surprisingly nervous about arriving. This was the first time she was doing something for her benefit and not someone else's, specifically her parents. Balling up the gum wrapper, she stepped out of the limo. She flipped her curly hair over her shoulder before walking over to where the group was gathering. This was definitely an experience you couldn't be prepared for.

Looking around at some of the other people, Paige resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose. She wished that the Guard training facility wasn't in Focal, then all these other people wouldn't taint her home. But, at the same time she couldn't imagine leaving Focal for something less than amazing. Blowing a bubble with her gum and popping it loudly, she dropped her bag at her feet and crossed her arms. "This should be an interesting time." She mumbled to herself. She looked down at her nails and picked at the day old nail polish. "I need a new color." She held her hand away from her face trying to imagine what color would best suit her.


[System]
Recent picture of Captain Stojan Markovic (Right), and his second, Lieutenant Zlatan Milosevic (Left).
Species: Human
Faction/Unit: Rebel Alliance/412. 'Viteska' Company (Independent partisan company currently shadowing the 7th Uslam Liberators Regiment)
Location: Uslam Wilderness near Lorya
Role: Captain of 412. 'Viteska' Company of the Uslam Sector Force.

NOTE: 412. 'Viteska' Company is looking for members. Take a gander at the roles and post your character accordingly.
* 412. 'Viteska' Company [52 personnel]

	+ 1. Section

		- Captain Stojan Markovic, Commanding [Blaster Pistol]
		- Lieutenant, Executive [Blaster Pistol]
		- Staff Sergeant, Senior Enlistedman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Radio Operator [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Combat Medic [Blaster Pistol]
		- Seven Privates [Rifle].
	+ 2. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive [Blaster Rifle]
		- Lance Corporal, Automatic Rifleman [Repeating Blaster]
		- Private, Assistant Automatic Rifleman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ 3. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive [Blaster Rifle]
		- Lance Corporal, Automatic Rifleman [Repeating Blaster]
		- Private, Assistant Automatic Rifleman [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ 4. Section

		- Sergeant, Commanding [Blaster Rifle]
		- Corporal, Executive & Assaultman [Blaster Rifle + Launcher]
		- Lance Corporal, Heavy Machinegunner [Blaster Rifle + E-Web]
		- Private, Assistant Heavy Machinegunner [Blaster Rifle]
		- Eight Privates [Rifle].
	+ Company Victor (Vehicle) Pool

		- A-A5 Speeder Transport 'Crvena'
		- Corporal, Driver [Blaster Pistol]
		- Private, Gunner [E-Web]
		- Sergeant, Crew Chief [Blaster Rifle]
		- Capacity of 25.

[User]
Uslam, Aryon Mountains, Two Klicks South of Acting Imperial Command

The sky was on fire.

Xaxus Shang stood at the old mine entrance- a small, rusted metal doorway in the side of a sheer rockface- the ruin of his face turned up, enjoying for a moment the spectacular and terrible display of light as the Moff and the Admiral's ships brawled in low orbit. Flashes of emerald and crimson scarred the sky; fiery trails burned in all directions as debris rained down from the embattled vessels and ignited on descent- like a thousand comets, like the stars falling. Lightning arced through the clear winter sky: stray energy shots dissipating in the atmosphere.

"Beautiful," he said, wiping spit from where it had leaked and frozen through gaps in his mutilated left cheek.

"Trapped the old pirate up there, I guess," said a Bothan soldier to Shang's right. He was peering through a scope not at the sky but at the Imperial Command Center down the valley, an octagonal compound of grey plasteel and low, square buildings at the base of a long white slope. The command facility was bustling with activity. The faint whine of TIE patrols was a clear beneath the howling mountain gale and the thunderous crackle of the orbital battle, "That's it for fleet support."

"Wouldn't be so sure," said Shang, "I've worked under Xen's command before. The man has a way. Rumor is he's spooky, touched by the Force, but don't let him hear you say that. Unreconstructed Seperatist- he doesn't take kindly to Jedi types, or the other kind."

"I doubt any of us'll get much to say to the good Admiral again," replied the Bothan.

Shang shrugged and turned his gaze from the heavens to the men around him. A semi-circle of SpecOps soldiers in white fatigues, hunkered down among the pines and the boulders, most wearing rebreathers and goggles against the cold.

Two blasts of static came over their comm-units. The wookie's team had planted the charges.

Shang clicked his communicator thrice, then once, not speaking.

Get to the speeders. Blow it when you're out of range.

In Orbit, the Ancestral Right

The observation chamber was dark, like the nave of a temple, the only light coming from the blue glow of the central holodisplay, Uslam's pale radiance, and the turbolaser exchange taking place just beyond the thick glass windows.

Admiral Xen stood at the holo-projector, where the ferocious and silent battle outside was playing out in miniature before him. His head was bowed, like a man at prayer.

He was not praying.

His narrowed eyes were tracking the markers for Intruder squadron as they completed their run on Punisher. He watched as the squadron CO's X-Wing flashed red, then was gone, and as the XO's ship spun masterfully out of flak and tracer fire, taking out two TIEs in the same number of seconds.

Clang. The XO's callsign was Clang.

The Admiral tilted his head a moment, seemed to consider something, then straightened up. Outside, Punisher drew near, venting flames and atmosphere from at least four serious holes punched in her hull by Cutlass and Intruder. Good sized, but not fatal. Xen would see to that. Behind Punisher loomed Vronskr, already directing long-range fire at the rebel flag-ship, shrugged off for the moment by the Right's intact shields.

The battery exchange between Xen's battlegroup and the Punisher intensified as the rebels closed on the Star Destroyer. The Imperial vessel's forward shields glowed red, with ragged tears beginning to open along the energy seams.

"Alright, get in close and ugly," said Xen, "Keep Punisher between us and Vronskr."

Captain Zyme shot back a terse acknowledgement from the Right's bridge.

"All vessels," said Xen, "get your shots in on the Victory destroyer, then jump. Scimitar and Saber squadrons stay with me, keep those TIEs off the Right and use the vulture-screen to absorb fire. When I jump, you jump. Intruder, Cutlass, Broadsword and Stranger squadrons, get out of here."

Acknowledgments crackled in over the comms. The Right pulled alongside Punisher and let loose a catastrophic broadside, popping the Imperial ship's shields in a bloom of azure and crimson light.

The rebel fleet unloaded on the un-shielded Victory as one by one ships disappeared into hyperspace, fleeing to relative safety. Not all of them were so lucky. Vronskr's guns claimed the Corellian corvette Ashland and the Recusant destroyer Gamekeep as they powered up to jump.

Xen watched their icons disappear on his display. He spat onto the deck with a sneer.

Meanwhile, his flagship and Punisher danced, the rebel ship pivoting constantly to keep out of Vronskr's line of fire. The space between Punisher and Ancestral Right was a blinding flurry of scarlet and jade. Explosions raked Punisher's failing hull and the vessel began to come apart, its serrated-dagger frame splitting crookedly.

Vronskr- eager for a chance to take the rebel flag ship- fired on its lesser cousin, obliterating it and sinking a row of shots into the Right's prow, setting scores of decks ablaze.

There was an azure flash, and it was over. The Right was gone.

Xen had fled. The only rebel ships remaining were a handful of suddenly mindless vulture droids and the burning husk of Gamekeep spinning in the void, amid the vast smoldering ruin of Punisher.

Uslam's orbit belonged to the Empire once more.

[Assistant]
Aboard the Warspite.

The growl was almost audible from Wyte as the Rebel ships cut as close to the Punisher as possible. Credit where credit was due, the bombing run had been effective. The asteroids in the system had always had strange properties, she was told it was something to do with the mineral composition in them. Something warranting further study, however for now she had bigger things to worry about. The Punisher was going to go down, there was nothing she could do about that. She'd soon bring an end to this Rebellion, her tactic had been strong however in doing so it decreased the ability to take down a large number of ships, had she jumped into one formation she wouldn't have takena nything with her, and now she knew what she was up against. The loss of life was regretable, however in war it wasn't unexpected. The Rebels were better prepared than she had previously thought, fighters and bombers more heavily armed. Luckily numbers had prevailed and the sheer volume of TIEs in the conflict had eliminated a large amount of the Rebel Squadrons.

"Have the Vronskr fire across the Punishers prow, order Captain Fillx to abandon ship-" there was nothing she could do about the Punisher now, but she'd show her resolve. She could see as the order was instantly relayed, the Vronskr lashing out at the aging Providence, some of its shots missing the dying hulk of the Punisher others striking her and tearing through. As the last Rebel ship jumped into hyperspace she couldn't help but notice that not all the fighters had made a retreat into hyperspace. "-Admiral." She turned to face him, and he looked up in acknowledgement "Order the Vronskr to actively ignore the Rebel Fighters in their retreat, have it appear to focus on the rescue of personnel from the Punisher however I want an officer tracking each individual fighter on sensors. They've got a base somewhere, and I want to know where it is."

Quint nodded. "Yes Governor."

Things were moving along nicely, track those fighters discretely back to their base. That would give her wherever the Rebels were planning to launch their assaults in system, then all she had to worry about was the fortifications in Lorya. The city itself was already in a defensible position, situated up in the mountains. The shield generator that she had installed was the best available to the Imperial Military for shields of its type. With the fact that her space station was missing important components she had to run under the impression that the rebels had further fotified the capital, it wasn't that much of an issue for Star Destroyers but it was an issue for launching TIE fighter support and landing craft.

The information packet from the Colonel came in, detailing where the Rebels had dug in. The Warspite and absolution continued to pull into orbit. She smiled as the ship then slowed, it's powerful engines preventing gravity from taking her. "Begin blanket bombardment of Rebel Positions-" She turned to look out of the viewports. "-Clear a path to the capital, all ships and all batteries." She watched as the turbolasers lanced out down towards the planet, she could only imagine the fear from the Rebels as they heard the shots ring through the sky. It wasn't precise fire, given that the ships were holding in orbit and the targets weren't designated and marked. She turned around. "Prepare my shuttle, inform the Colonel to prepare Firebase Alpha for my Arrival. As soon as the orbital bombardment stops, launch the Gunships to clean up any survivors."

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Near Phase Line Bravo, Grolsk Wilderness Reserve, 5:04 AM

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The fire died down soon after, the Imperials seeming to draw back their fire altogether as what was left of the company cowered and waited behind felled trees, disabled hover sleds, and other debris. Stojan took a deep breath, flooding the hot air in his lungs and throat with cold air. He tucked his DL-44 back into its holster, adjusting his position as the sound of repulsorlift engines grew louder, until the sound seemed to come from everywhere, and the white vehicle, no larger than a cargo truck, pulled forth, the E-Web atop it swiveling wildly as the gunner searched for targets.

The entire company was abuzz. The wounded were packed on by those brave enough to stay, and the rest of the disorganized mass began to pile aboard, taking seats or simply taking place on the metal floors between the cots of wounded. Stojan made to be the last on, standing at the end of the cabin as the door closed, shrouding them all in darkness, leaving only the sound of moaning wounded and quiet chatter to flood the ears of all.

It was not a long ride, supposedly only half a kilometer, but it seemed so much longer as the cabin illuminated idly with what seemed like a million stars bursting and falling to the ground. But it was simply a bitter reminder that the battle had truly begun. The fleets were engaged, and the main Imperial force was gathering just beyond the woods, with enough men to simply trample the partisans. Stojan mulled at the thoughts as he looked through the port which the E-Web gunner stood, watching the exchange far above him.


[System]
Race: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Outside of armor

Inside armor

(Replace the pink with grey and add white highlights on the arms)

Personality: Pixy follows the route of Archangel, mostly a lone wolf. She's also a bit destructive with her moves. She'll shoot an ally if it means the mission or objective is completed. She keeps to herself mainly, to keep up her identity of White Glint, and for other reasons. Pixy enjoys humming and singing to herself in battle, to keep her thoughts steady and focused, her actions have gotten her several nicknames in merc groups, such as "Hummingbird of Death", "Last Song" and "Musical Murderer". She appreciates the nicknames greatly. She's also trigger happy.

Backstory: Pixy grew up on a backwater planet. Well, was born there. Cerberus sent a retrieval force to the planet and stole her at a young age, then was forced through genetic experimentation. She became smarter, faster and has well-honed reflexes. VIs experimented on her, leading to a hatred of sentient machines, plus a distrust to everyone. She was trained to be a Cerberus sniper, an amazing one at that. Cerberus even made her custom armor, despite their past.

After a while though, Pixy began to question if she should take orders blindly, she was murdering Alliance soldiers trying to defend themselves, and kids with guns who frantically tried to escape. During a Cerberus attack against the Alliance, she began shooting Cerberus troops and surrendered to the Alliance. After a bit, she was finally released from them and made her way to Omega. While she was there, she heard rumors of a guy named Archangel, a master Turian sniper. He sounded just like the guy Pixy wanted to be, and thus followed in the blood-ridden footsteps of Archangel.

She began making herself a name on Omega, an anti-merc lone wolf. Eventually, her name was spread amongst merc groups, White Glint, Archangel's successor. Everyone knew they didn't need a new Archangel, yet their attempts to stop her failed. This message that was sent intrigued her, and she decided to check it out...

Specialty: Infiltrator

Powers/Skills:
Tactical Cloak
Sabatoge
Operational Mastery
Disrupter Ammo

Equipment:
M-98 Widow (Painted white, lightly modified for more ammo.)
Stiletto VI x2 (Painted white)
Dual Plasma Knives (held within shoulder pods)

Custom "S-Configuration" Medium-Heavy Armor
- Sensor array for highly accurate shots at extreme ranges.
- Backwards facing Proximity Sensors, housed in the "horns"
- Shoulder Pods, containing knives.
- Extended Knee Guards, for kneeing enemies, sniper stability when no cover is present, and to push knives deep into armor.
- Energy Shields

Misc: Due to the Armor's construction, Pixy cannot wear clothes inside it. Thus, she only takes the armor off in private when changing into casual clothing.
Approval was given in Discord

[User]
Elijah

Elijah nodded his head to Alexis. "Sounds like this just got more interesting. Their rank and file are easy pickings. Just gotta wait for their more elite units. Those will be more of a 'challenge'." He stated. After Alexis had walked away, Elijah turned to Lokea. "So they got air support as well? Well that's gonna be a bit of challenge, hopefully someone as anti armor. If not our best bet is to hit it with as many biotic or tech detonations as possible. I'm gonna position myself in the building over yonder, try to make some type of cover really quick. If you guys need me, here's my contact info." Elijah said as he forwarded his info to the others nearby.

As he made his way over to the far off building he sat his duffel bag down and grabbed the last few pieces of his equipment. "Helmet check, rifle, shotgun and pistol, check, knife, check. Alright looks like I'm all set." He said touching all of his equipment to double check if it was really there. Closing the bag he tossed it near the wall of the bay so it was out of the way and less likely to be shot. Once he made his way into the furthest building. Finding the building to be mostly empty save for some old office equipment. Flipping a few of the tables and pushing them closer to the window just to give himself a few more layers of protection. Elijah readied his rifle.

Through his comms he hears someone with a very neutral voice state that the blue suns were here. "What a pretentious prick. Acting like they are something. 'White Glint' the fuck kinda name is that?" He muttered. Raising his M-7, Elijah started to fire at the blue suns, killing a few in the process. Softly under his breath he muttered "ils ne passeront pas" In a way it was in homage to his ancestors who had held the line. And as they had held the line so shall he. More round spat forth from his rifle some hitting some missing. Even if his rounds missed they provided cover forcing the blue suns to attempt to stick to cover.

From his current position he had difficulty seeing where his new teammates where or their status. But from what he could tell things were going decent at least. Spotting a small group of blue suns, Elijah gathered his biotic power into his left hand threw one of his most devastating abilities at them, Flare. When the flare landed it sent the small group flying. "How many Blue Suns did our glorious employer say there was again?" Elijah asked through the group comms.

[Assistant]
Galm Ralquera

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Galm quickly gets to work, taking a flattened pre-built Sentry turret and sliding it across the ground, while it slides it springs to life, lifing up from its pod and gunning down Blue Suns, once it comes to a stop it begins focusing on the main force, shooting relentlessly. It seems to be firing faster than the other sentry turrets, likely custom modifications. Ethen hides with Galm, as the turian begins assembling a... Drone. A large one at that. He runs out and fetches one of the higher end assault rifles from a Blue Suns who tried to sneak around, but got riddled with bullets in return. He steals all the thermal clips, proceeding to run back to his drone, shields taking a few shots. He begins hotwiring up the gun to the bottom side of the drone. "Cover me! We're gonna rain down rounds from all angles! Glint, good to hear you're sniping stuff, but stop bossing us around!" He peeks around the corner and sabotages one of the LOKI mechs from his omni-tool, the head and arms of it exploding. "Taria, why didn't you tell me you had biotics? Isn't that impossible?" He seems to be ignoring the Geth, it's the least of his concerns.

[User]
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Looking up from checking her M-29 Incisor she was greeted by the batarian she had noticed earlier when seeing all the others who had seemingly been messaged by the same person. She followed where he pointed and gave a roll of her eyes behind her mask."Fine you watch mine I'll watch yours," she stated all ready making her way to the place he pointed. She gave a simple nod when he gave his name.

"Alya, hope you are a good shot Cicero," She replied after reaching the catwalk spot and getting in position. By then the Blue Suns had made their presence known, a few all ready being taken out by the few others there ",These bosh'tets won't know what hit them." She peered into the scope of her weapon gazing down its sight finding her target and letting off a round, nailing one Blue Sun in the head.

"That's one," she stated quietly to herself as she began picking her targets, aiming to keep the front-lines of the forces thinned while also watching for any of them that might of had some air superiority with jetpacks. She scoffed listening to some bosh'tet on the comms called themselves White Glint with some speech on anyone being a liability would be shot by them. Having some higher then though complex or acting like a pompous commander. The quarian simply shook her head while keeping focus on the enemy debating if the payout this Solis guy had was worth working with some ragtag set of fools.

Of course her interest was peaked when she noticed her omnitool acting up, noticing that it was oddly familiar before later in the fight catching a glimpse of a Geth."Huh so they still live... Maybe I can take it apart," she thought to herself as she switched over to assault rifle and rained shots on the Blue Suns.

The Krogan was an interesting addition though she wondered if he simply was there to kill and didn't care what side lost, either way she was more then happy to have him on their side. Along with spotting a biotic turian which was an interesting sight to behold.

[Assistant]
Drex

"Which one of you wants it next?!"...

Blue Suns Mercenaries fill the warehouse surrounding Drex. The Krogan readies his shotgun for the next onslaught of Blue Suns, ready to take out anything that is stupid enough to be in his sights.

*Shotgun cocks* "Which one of you wants it next?!" ..*BOOM! A huge a explosion goes off not far from Drex, taking out a group of Blue Suns that had their aim trained on him. The Krogan flinches his head to the side, covering his eyes from the blast. "Well damn! It's getting hot in here! Lets turn up the heat a little!" Drex hurls a pair of Inferno Grenades into another group of Blue Suns, lighting them up like a wild forest fire. With a smirk on his face from the destruction he has already caused to the Blue Suns, Drex kicks on 'Heavy Fortification', increasing his Battle Armor's damage resistance. With a loud Battle Cry, Drex rushes into the enemy line ahead of him with ill intent. Blasting off rounds from his Spike Thrower, crippling Mercs one right after the other. Firing a 'Carnage' blast into a group of the Blue Suns in the distance, and before even watching the impact of the shot, Drex turns his attention to four Blue Suns that have an unfortunate fate of being distracted by the large Lifting Mech that came to life, wreaking havoc on all the Mercenaries around it. Drex rushes the unlucky four, crushing his head directly into the forehead of one of them, sending him flying across the floor. Without a second to realize what had just happened, Drex had already pulled his Krogan Hammer from his back, taking out both knees of a second Blue Suns in one sweep. Like poetry in motion, the Krogan doesn't stop from one swing to the next, going straight from the knees of one Merc, right into the shoulder of another, shattering the shoulder into nothing. Before the Merc's gun can hit the ground, Drex has his Spike Throw placed against the Merc's head - *BOOM*. Mercenary number three's head disintegrates. Following up with a blast from the Spike Thrower into the gut of the fourth Blue Suns Mercenary. Blood drips from Drex's Hammer, blood splatter paints across his Spike Thrower and Battle Armor. "Ha ha! Now this, human! THIS is what a Krogan lives for!". As Drex relishes in his brutality, he notices the first Blue Suns Mercenary, staggering to his knees. Drex nonchalantly walks up to the Merc. Using his massive Krogan foot, he pulls the disoriented Merc's head up so he can see the Krogan's face. "Look at me, you foolish half-assed Mercenary. Take a look into Death's face. I'll spare you this sight being the last thing you see. Go on, crawl away now.". Drex pulls his foot back, dropping the Merc's head back down to the ground. The Blue Suns Mercenary tries to turn its body to crawl to cover, but is stopped abruptly by a Krogan Hammer crushing his skull. Drex smirks, and laughs to himself. "Ha ha, good one Drex. You're hilarious!". The odds of Drex sparing an enemy's life are far from favorable. Don't be a betting man whilst in the presence of Drex..

Drex shakes the blood from his Krogan Hammer, and reloads his Spike Thrower while he gains some knowledge of the battlefield, now in full fledged warfare. A Lifting Mech crushing Mercs, two Turians raining down gunfire from the sky, and..a Geth?! Drex prepares for another battle..

"Mechs, Biotic Turians, and Geth? What the hell..".

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Pixy | WHITE GLINT |

"Krogan, are you clinically stupid?"

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Pixy keeps up her sniping game, kill after kill, head after head. She notices the Krogan charging into the mass of enemies. "Krogan, back off." She fires a shot "That Heavy was about to turn you into a splatter party." following up with "Krogan, are you clinically stupid? You risked your death there." in a mutter. She fires one last round, the thermal clip clattering to the ground far below her. "They seem to be shaken up, they'll be back soon with reinforcements... I bet it." She turns to the rest of the group behind her, growling at the presence of Geth. She puts the butt of her sniper against the catwalk "We have at most a few minutes to rearm and get to know each other. Hey, explosives chick, nice work." She glances back and spots a group of Blue Suns who managed to hide next to an... Explosive crate, she Sabotages it, blowing them to hell. "I'm White Glint, the ex-Cerberus master sniper. Of course, I'm not a one trick pony. I'll be moving in a bit." As she talks, she observes everyone. "What a bunch of misfits... Beautifully strong misfits, though."


[System]
Age:
24

Gender:
Male, very male.

Species:
Werecat.
He is of the Zoanthrope community, his change is to that of a feline. The common term is 'were-cat' but there is a lot more to go into at a later time.

Major:
Biology
Minor:
Modern dance

Appearance:
This could be complicated.
By dress he prefers loose hanging clothes at least a size larger than he needs, always wearing suspenders and never a belt. He can wear a button up t-shirt and shorts in the snow and seem to be fine most of the time. He keeps a longcoat/trench when it rains. He keeps a pair of silver class rings of on his left hand, one on the ring and one on the index finger.

He is excellently built, walking the line from 'solid athlete' to 'brick shithouse' seeming from day-to-day. His light brown beard seems stuck at stubble and so light a shade its more felt than seen. He keeps the top of his head athletically short but not military cut, just something that wont get in the way, an inch or so at most. With light brown hair comes bright green eyes and an almost almond up-sweep from his japanese dad.

When he is at home, things take a change. like most youths, he is more comfortable in a more powerful but unkempt form where he has the anatomy of a full anthro.

Behavior:
A driven individual. He isn't faced with a duality of nature like many other shifters are. nor is he a one dimensional 'monster'. He braids his nature with his demeanor to make himself stronger than either aspect by itself.

A Bit About Yourself:
Son of a cop and his area's alpha. He's expected to take over some day in both capacities and he is using college right now as an excuse to forestall the inevitable. While his dad is always pushing him to be the president of the club or be Quarterback, his mom is a bit more even-tempered. She was infected by his dad and the reason they got married, so she understood how jarring it can be to have such high expectations set for you.

Hobbies/Other:
He was varsity football in highschool and his dad considers pro ball a viable future for his son to avoid a life as a police officer. As it is, he's the tight end receiver for the "Hallesdale Horrors". He loves food, of no surprise given his high energy lifestyle and magical nature. He savors the food as much as he can for $50 steak, but can also wolf down fifty $1 cheeseburgers.[/hider]

[User]
Leopold couldn't sit still, part of his high energy lifestyle, so he was handing out the eight-by-eleven scrolls to anyone who didn't smell human. It wasn't a matter of knowing what a goblin smells like, its a matter of knowing what humans do and looking for someone lacking that. Usually it was in the sweat or the eyes, eyes darting around, the eyes of prey watching out for predators like him. He had handed out a dozen dozen of pages before circling back to the booth to reload, taking a moment off his feet to kibitz with the others.

"Any takers yet? Between the kids who want to fit in and the ones who want to stand out, this is a lot harder to do than I imagined. I got goosed by a granny coming out of the arts building and I swear she was imagining me for those nude paintings. What do you guys think? 'howling to a full moon' with me in a squat on a stool half changed-er changed out of my clothes."

He emphasized the last word as some newcomers came to the booth and broke into a smile that just didn't seem like it should sit right on his face. It wasn't a true predator grin, but the natural way all his teeth edged rather than sat flat or rounded like most humans, it was ether bad genes or cosmetic teeth. He flipped on the answer when asked.

[Assistant]
@knighthawk

Afina looked up at the were-cat when he approached. She noted that he was doing considerably well for one who was more of a predator than most of the current members of the Night Garden. She did her best to give him a kind smile, one that held gratitude for what he was doing, and listened to his story. "I think you would look splendid. Perhaps you could rub some virgin blood on your face while you're at it? Give you more of a primitive look?" She was trying to joke around, but failed miserably. Funny comments and jokes were definitely not her forte. 'I'm too old for young creatures like him...' She thought haphazardly, remembering just how many eons she had been forced to spend on this earth.

Suddenly a human strode toward the booth and asked about the club activities. She glanced him up and down, sensing his mortality. She listened to his question, not moving her cheek from her hand. Once he'd finished speaking, she sat up straight and looked at him with piercing amber eyes, trying to judge his character, before answering, "The Night Garden participates in all sorts of events." She pointed towards where the downtown area of the city would be and continued. "We meet up at the Quills & Quivers most nights. We have study nights, movie nights, go to concerts, and even try to make a trip somewhere at least once a year--paid for in full by the club, of course."

She reached out her hand, trying to mimic what some of the other club officers had done when greeting someone and trying to buy them in. "My name is Afina, the president of the club." She hoped that he would take the offer to join the club, because having just one human would make it look like they truly tried.

[User]
Bryan had never noticed the rather large fellow, grinning as if he had a gun pointed at his spine just to the left of who he had considered to be the club leader. He gave him a small, almost unnoticeable nod before returning his attention to, Afina. He had the strange habit of sort of moving his eyebrows when listening to someone. For example, he'd move his right eyebrow up while lowering his left in a sort of confused facial expression. Occasionally they would switch before finally resting back into their normal position. At the same time as this was going on he'd be biting his thumb nail, not out of nervousness or anxiety, but out of habit. The habit was strange both in how it looked and its irregularity. It would only appear every now and then, and Bryan would often never notice it unless it were mentioned to him.

His suspicion that, Afina was the leader of the club was confirmed with her final sentence. He shook her hand with his right, this time keeping it hanging at his side rather than shoving it back into his hoodie's pocket.
"I'm, Bryan" He grinned. He surveyed the room with his eyes, looking at the various clubs from afar. His father had practically ordered him to join at least one club, he said he hated him 'stinking up the house', but the real reason was, of course, to stop, Bryan from driving the family car and wasting gas all of the time. The club seemed better than most to, Bryan. It had no set goal or purpose, and he was sure that the reputation that preceded the group could not have been anywhere near as bad as it was made out to be.
"Sign me up then, I suppose. You'll need to give me directions to this 'Quills and Quivers' though, never even heard of the place." He said, almost joyfully.

[Assistant]
The bell jingled as the door opened, quietly shutting just a moment after. Reaching a hand into his pocket…this gestured was mainly for show, as the piece of round, blue hard candy produced had just been conjured out of the air. Mouth curling into a knowing smile as he held the piece up in front of his face, turning it to catch the slightest glint of light off of it, the way he regarded it with those dark grey eyes of his…as if it were a precious diamond. No one just kept their sweet bare in their pocket; the loose bits of lint would ruin it some, playing up the illusion that he did was almost enough to turn his stomach. Popping the bit of hard candy in his mouth and almost letting out a pleasured groan at to the flavour, he stopped himself short when he noticed a rotund woman trying to get his momentarily scattered attentions.

The round, chipmunk cheeked woman he recognised as a customer, she gestured down at hi—ah. Laughing easily as his gaze went down, it seems he stepped out with his usual apron was still on over his dress casual. Bringing it back up, his warm grey gaze went to the woman as he reached behind him to untie the apron, "Thank you, am I ever grateful you pointed this out…" Devilishly charming smile, and a bit of a haughty wink, the man pulled the apron off, lightly mussing his dark hair in the process. To say the least, this was one interesting way to leave his shift.

Apron on his arm, a long finger hand was reached out to lightly pat the woman on the shoulder, as if she was an old friend. Rolling the round piece of candy over his tongue, the sweetness dancing along in his mouth more lavishly than any hot blooded woman on a stripper pole, his lips parted for him to ask in a smooth tone of voice, "Yes, I remember this charming face of yours, now. You were the one who bought the box of cupcakes, a dozen all vegan for a good friend? Did your friend enjoy them, thoroughly? You told me she was quite the avid fan of…"

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Apron on his arm, free hand in his pocket, the man stopped before a few stalls. A small map had been given out at the front, from a quick glance one stall representing a baking club stood at the very end, but…he was in no rush to join even that. After all, there was class, and actually job to attend to. Then again, skipping out of the opportunity to share sweets…perish the thought!

The odd sport here, a billiards club there, something involving mathematics…that would be helpful to some humans, surely. Catching sight first of the stall's representative, half-lidded eyes going along her form, there was almost appraising look from Aram. As if, this dark haired man were undressing the red haired young woman with his eyes, though the motion had been out of habit rather than out of lust. Then, his eyes flicked over to do similar to the youth with the skinny physique, tilting his head slightly. Maybe in the past, maybe. Eyes wandering one last time to the—ah…

"So, uh, what is this club actually about?"

Bringing his attention to the handouts as the younger man asked about the club's activities, Aram pursed his lips and lightly sucked in a breath when he read the ensorcelled message upon each sheet. One in every town, it seemed. Giving them each their own charming smile, he removed his hand from his pocket and reached for the stack, carefully picking up two info sheets.

"The Night Garden participates in all sorts of events." … "We meet up at the Quills & Quivers most nights. We have study nights, movie nights, go to concerts, and even try to make a trip somewhere at least once a year--paid for in full by the club, of course."

Eyes moving along the page, his gaze lifted again to rest on the skinny man, "Google it?" The tone was of friendly teasing, before his eyes went over to the red haired young woman again. Aram popped a piece of hard candy into his mouth, "This club is quite extravagant, and the people running it, well…more so. Such a gorgeous red, like the ruby skin of a ripened sweet cherry, so rare."

Smiling, not quiet caring enough at his own words, he turned the paper absently as if looking for more information, "Pardon me, but may I ask?What was the attendance like last year? If I recall correctly, the Night Garden is…notoriously particular about letting in new members. What has changed?"

[User]
Afina was slightly taken aback by the way the human listened to her words, but she could tell that he was unafraid of speaking with a total stranger. Part of her was glad that he wasn't a shy soul, as they were the hardest type of humans to deal with. She blinked a few times when he reached out to take her hand and give it a quick shake. Her eyes shifted to a startling ivy green, reflecting her surprise at his easy-going behavior. "Oh, um. Of course." She held out the sheet that asked for first and last name as well as cell phone number and email, just so that the club could get a hold of them if they had a sudden change in plans. 'What an odd human...'

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Bryan, and we'd be happy to have you join us." She did her best to smile and appear as friendly as some of the other club officers lined up in the school's courtyard. She was about to answer his question about where Quills & Quivers resided when another showed up. Her eyes flashed amber when the demon made his presence known and she could almost immediately tell what he was, but not the kind.

Without looking away from Aram, she said, "It's 320 North Eden, between a second-hand store and a small health foods mart." She weaved her fingers together and set them on her lap. As she listened to the man's compliments, not breaking her now stoic expression. Then she proceeded to say, "I appreciate the compliment, but I am not a fan of cherries."

He asked a question about the Night Garden's former picking and choosing of members and she nodded, trying to push the conversation elsewhere. "Indeed, we used to be very picky about our members, but... we decided that having more members would open up for new ideals and activities." SHe wouldn't admit that the club had been forced to open up to new people. "We have approximately ten or so members on a regular basis. People come, people go."

[Assistant]
"I think you would look splendid. Perhaps you could rub some virgin blood on your face while you're at it? Give you more of a primitive look?"

"Good luck finding a virgin these days, Remind me to get your 'once bitten' for movie night next week."

"So, uh, what is this club actually about? It says here you play laser tag and all that, which sounds great and all, but I'm not sure I'd be up for it every night, to be honest."

"The Night Garden participates in all sorts of events. We meet up at the Quills & Quivers most nights. We have study nights, movie nights, go to concerts, and even try to make a trip somewhere at least once a year--paid for in full by the club, of course. My name is Afina, the president of the club."

He let her do the talking and waited for a breath to fill in the gaps. She may be the president and senior of staff, but sometimes she missed a beat when connecting with people. He waited for them to shake hands before he offers his hand in greeting as well.

"Part of the clubs mission is to provide a group people can come to at any hour to not be alone, we do activities all the time to keep people from falling into gangs and drugs and stuff like that. Lots of people here are out of town or out of state for the first time, holidays and familiar nights can get depressing when you are all by yourself while still surrounded. Leo, I'm on the football team, the club helps support the 'Friday Night Lights' by taking up a bench row at home games."


[System]
Also known as: The the messenger, the neutral, the traveler.

Age: Oooooold.

God Status: She was once charged with traveling between the three worlds with various missives though this is no longer something she can do. Now she is the goddess of messages and messengers, travelers, and neutrality. She was always a minor goddess with a few small powers.

Personality: Iratze is carefree and mellow. She likes to watch and meddle at the opportune moment, or when asked to intervene. It is in her nature to let others resolve their conflicts, and to help resolve communication issues only when needed. She enjoys travel, colors, variety. She might be called indulgent by some or careless by others, however this is all a matter of perspective! The bright-haired goddess likes to tread in grey-areas of morality, where the answers are not so clear and the rules undefined. It is here she feels the most free.

Parents: She was not born, but was created. It is said she was constructed by the Sun and the Moon during a period of marital strife. Constructed by both and loyal to neither. She was given the ability to pass between the worlds and carry messages between them until they were able to resolve their differences. They found her useful to keep in touch with their various children, and so, kept her around to fulfill the role of their messenger.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Form on Earth:

True Form:

Powers:

-Flight: To aid her in delivering her messages quickly and efficiently!
-Tongues: To aid her in delivering messages for anyone she has the gift of tongues, she can understand and speak many languages. The language of the sun and the moon, and any language created by their creations (mortals)
-Sense of Direction: She has an excellent internal map. She has an internal compass, and a knack for finding almost anyone she might need to carry a message to.

-LOST POWER: Once she had the power to travel between the three worlds. In addition to carrying herself across the borders, she could carry things across (letters, gifts, objects), and people across with her. This is not something everyone could do which is what made her so useful in her role as a messenger god. After the fall she lost these powers and was bound to earth with the rest.

Weapon: A pen! For the pen is mightier than the sword!--
To keep their messages discrete, the Sun and the Moon gifted her with a magic pen. When writing with the pen, the message can only be read by the intended recipient (One must hold the pen and speak their name aloud before they begin to write).

History (Pre-Earth bound): Constructed by the Sun and the Moon to carry messages between the deities, the first chapter of her life was all this. She traveled between the three worlds mostly at the request of any god or goddess, but some times for fun. Some liked her, others did not, but it did not matter much. She was a very minor deity who remained neutral in all things.

History (Post-Earth bound):

She had a small identity crisis. Not being able to travel between the worlds and being shut out by the god of the underworld was certainly a shock for her. However, she was very comfortable on earth having been there many times before. She has been spending her earth bound years keeping a low profile, mingling with mortals, playing tricks on them, befriending them, and reinventing her disguise from time to time.

Motive: She values her neutrality, and therefore, remains so even in her bound form. She wonders if she will ever be called back into true service, though she is now enjoying her freedom. A conflict between the gods would not serve her at this time.

[User]
The last four days for both Armarion and Tet were a bit exhausting they had searched long and hard for Amare and Brontes but in the end they turned up nothing. Now here the two sat, on the fourth day, in a park, on a bench, enjoying some mortal food. It was not god tier food, and to add to that it was somewhat cheap food, but it had a somewhat pleasent feeling, leisurely enjoying the food in their hands.

While the two enjoyed their food Tet was honestly surprised at how the two had actually gone the past four days without deceiving one or the other. While surprised as Tet may be, he did not mind it considering he enjoyed the awkward, but enjoyable talks they had every now and again. At this point he could say they were more friendly rivals, than enemy rivals.

While the last four days may have been enjoyable, they processed no results and as such Tet decided it was time for a bit of change, while the two together may be an unstoppable pairing of intellect and wit, there still needed to be some brute force mixed into the equation just in case, if a problem were to ever arise requiring a bit of sheer fighting ability. Not only that, but, to Tet, it felt as if the tension was too high between the two, and who knew when they would turn on each other. With that Tet finished off his food and stood to his feet, looking off into the park.「Armarion, it was a good four days and I can honestly say I enjoyed them but I think it is time for us to part ways, but not forever. I can confidently say that if we cross paths again in the future I would not mind having a little chat or playing a game or two.」Tet gave a joking but friendly smile.「So before then be sure to not lose to anyone else, in wits or intellect.」Tet grabbed a hold of Armarion's free hand and shook it with a firm grip. He gave a slight nod before walking off and out of the park.

Once Tet left the park he decided that it was time for him to go into the town for a bit and do some searching/sightseeing seeing as he actually hasn't toured the town before he always, wanted to get a lay of the land of this town just in case. He went from place to place, visiting various types of stores, but there was one store in particular that caught his attention it was a classy clothing store, it wasn't the actual clothing that caught his attention per say although Tet was actually wearing the type right now. It was the two godly presences he could feel from inside the store. A quick glance through the window revealed to him one of the gods he sensed. Rather than a god it was a goddess, a goddess that went by The Lost Goddess, Kyra. The other god that he sensed was no where in sight but he knew this overwhelming presence from anywhere, as this god was someone very important in the heavens. This god was known the Heaven's Guard, Amos.

This was an honest surprise to Tet to think Kyra, and Amos were in the same place, legitimately together in the same area. Seeing as Tet was on the good looking side in his mortal form a few heads turned as he appraoched the clothing store, and from what he heard from whispers, this store was a rather expensive one.

Adjusting his clothing he walked in and at first pretended to be a customer but ever so slightly inched his way closer and closer to Kyra, until he was pretty much standing next to her. At first he wondered why she wasn't moving but as soon as he was close enough to see he was greeted by her sleeping face. The attendant didn't seem to care one bit, it was a sight to see. Seeing as he could smell a faint trace of alcohol from someone he pretty much guessed that the reason Kyra was on the floor was becasue she was heavily drunk.「Well that's one thing learned about Kyra, she can't hold her liquor too well.」

[Assistant]
[Iratze]

Armarion.

She followed her her inner compass toward the location of Armarion.

She found Armarion with another god: Tetsuo The Wildcard. Her message, however, was for Armarion and Armarion alone. She watched and waited for The Armar to be alone.

'I should not be surprised', she thought 'Myself, Jack, Thallie, and Seatus have mysteriously converged, it is no wonder that other gods have too... This is an auspicious time.'

Tetsuo left, perhaps out of boredom, perhaps to further his own schemes.

It was then that Iratze The Rainbow decided to present herself to The Faceless One.

An aside on the irony of titles: The Faceless One, at this time, appeared to have a face, he seemed to any other eyes mortal man. The Rainbow, at this time, appeared to be only a girl with a bad dye job and too much free time.

She floated toward the god, and her tye-dye high-tops touched the earth softly as she landed. It was as if she were simply landing from a very long leap and not true flight. She looked much different today than her ancient self, or even her previous disguises. These days she looked like a human youth: Some type of scene kid or rave girl who adorned herself in bracelets and piercings that chimed together like bells as she moved.

"Armarion." As she spoke she let some of her true voice, her goddess voice, be heard. "Hail, The God of Knowledge. Son of the Sun and the Moon. I have sought and found you with a message. Your siblings and the seasons, Jack Frost, Ash Adair, Thalliana Dedoria, and Seatus all beseech you." Iratze felt as though her tongue were putty, clumsy. She had not said the words, the formalities, in such a long time. She hoped that the God of Knowledge would not know her discomfort. Yet, it all came back to her. She was a natural. It is what she was made for.

"They ask that you meet with them, in the home of Jack Frost. They wish to work against Brontes. They wish to take back Amare and… 'free Brontes's hold on his mind'... They worry for your youngest brother, and for whatever Brontes has planned. They ask that you come, and bring with you any other deities you have been in touch with..." Tetsuo, for instance. Iratze thought wondering what type of plan the two gods had mustered together already. She said nothing else, and bowed her head low to the god of knowledge, so low that her long rainbow hair touched the earth. "That is the message..."

[User]
"She who relays my words and heeds others back is the one my heart holds dearest!"

Text from one of Armarion's books

Armarion scowled as he heard what Iratze had to say he thought about who else he could bring and sadly he could only think of Tet who he had come to understand and respect as he did his brother Amos.

"Thank you Iratze it is also pleasurably nice to see you once again!"

He stood up and walked over to a garbage can to throw his food wrappers and other assorted garbage away.

Armarion turned and looked at Iratze who looked very much like a troublemaking teenage girl in the form that she had taken yet he guessed that was just how she wanted to look so he just pushed those thoughts aside and spoke up.

"I will go get Tet if he is still here and we will go see what Jack has in mind, please follow me Iratze if your not busy of course!?"

He chuckled and looked at Iratze in a fond manner as if he were looking at a wife or a loved one because deep in his heart he knew that he loved her and that she was a beautiful Goddess that he had come to understand throughout the years.

He wondered if she would join him because he wanted her company but also he needed her there so she could direct them to Jack Frost's home.

[Assistant]
Seatus swam to the surface of the lake, near Jacks hideout. He peeked up only to see fire blazing, horrific creatures attacking and Onatar standing above them all. Seatus wouldn't watch as the dragon would terrorize them, he swam under to the bottom of the lake. He darted up out of the waters in the skies, he moved his arms making a pushing gesture to the monster army. The water began to rise dramatically, creating a massive flood.

A flash flood began to occur, heading right towards the monsters moving so fast it caught them off guard. By the time the monsters could've reacted, they were struck by the waters drowning them instantly the fires caused Onatar and his dragons were also put out. The monsters were dragged under, and pulled out to never be seen again. Seatus finished the flood and looked at Onatar.

Onatar was the only one left now. Seatus stared right into his dragon eyes, showing no fear. He jumped up high, enough and crashed himself right on Onatar. Seatus's push was so powerful both Gods went up in the air, flying across the earth at an intense speed. Both found themselves now above the ocean, Seatus had planned this to happen for he let go of Onatar letting himself crash into the ocean.

Seatus landed onto the bottom of the ocean, he stood up walking towards a black cave. He took out a horn, it wasn't a normal horn it was a weapon the deadliest one known to nature. Seatus placed the horn onto his lips letting out a mighty blow that sounded like the roar of a monster.

There was a moment of silence, but coming from the cave another roar was heard in response to the horn. Seatus turned around swimming back up to the surface, it would take a long time for the beast in the cave to emerge Seatus had to fight him for now. He breached up from the oceans, taking on his true colossal monster form. He let out a great roar before Onatar.

[User]
Iratze saw Armarion's scowl just before she dipped her head to bow. His eyes full of storm clouds. She waited, then she was relieved to hear his voice greet her in a light pleasant tone. Thankfully he was not one to 'shoot the messenger'. She stood smiling. The storm in his eyes was gone, replaced by something else.

Iratze was perfectly oblivious to the way Armarion felt about her. He kept that secret too well.

Herself and Armarion had always been on friendly terms. Though she had carried many messages to and from the god of magic, she also spoke to him outside her work. She had always thought his interest in her derived from some hope she might unintentionally divulge information about the other gods and their business. Iratze liked listening to Armarion, she was always curious about what he might say... He knew so much, kept so many books… Yet, she never pried into his secrets. She imagined that if she ever did pry, Armarion would go all out rage mage and blast her to smithereens with magical missiles…

Yet, she did not fear the god. He could keep his secrets. Even to his own detriment...

"It has been a long time." After the war the gods-on-earth drifted apart. They had less and less interest in speaking to one another, and therefore, less use for Iratze officially. Some kept in touch, but to others she was a reminder or days past and wished to avoid her, and more didn't care either way. She drifted through the mortal world, running into the others from time to time.

"Of course I will." She fell into step beside him, presumably, on their way to find Tetsuo. They left the park and began walking through the city. She noticed that peculiar expression on Armarions false face. It was... a glimmer in his eye. She had seen it there before but could not quite identify its meaning. Did he suspect she had her own secrets? Would she need to guard herself against the faceless god?

She had thought about Armarion in his absence from her life. She had thought about what she might say when she saw him again, but now that he was here the goddess felt herself floundering for words and blushing slightly with embarrassment. Then, finally...

"Are you still writing?" She asked in a bubbly voice. She had always liked to read his books. He didn't let her read everything, of course, otherwise he would be a lousy god of secrets.