[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
Neil let go of the small transport, the grav-vehicle slowly zooming away, the worker driving it never realizing some thief had clung to the bottom of it for the past 15 minutes. His back on the cold ground, the young man found himself in a vast warehouse. The ceiling looked like a distant sky, stretching to the horizon of crates and boxes piled like man-made and structured mountains. The infiltration wasn't going too bad, so far. But he still had a large warehouse to look within.

Rolling onto his feet, he crouched and sped behind a myriad of smaller boxes, stacked just high enough for him to stand without too much worry over whether he'd be seen. Hell, if he was to be seen he could easily lie about why he was there, at least at the moment. Lying when you're stealing equipment wasn't as easy... But he needed to know where some haulers were. first. Unmanned haulers, that is.

Poking his head out, he saw the coast was relatively clear. One of the workers was surveying a few others stacking boxes, his back turned. Neil stepped out into the open, gauging on whether the man would turn around, and suddenly ran with light feet, making not a sound over the tiled floor before he was within the confines of one of the looming towers of materials. Glancing up, he almost had to tilt his back backward, so high up were they placed. He let a soft whistle out. It did give him an idea though, seeing each crate with small slits along them for hand holds. If he could get to the top of one of these, he could-

"Yeah and then Lancaster hauled about 1500 units here even though it wasn't scheduled until next week," a voice complained, growing louder by the syllable. Neil spun, looking for an out.

"More work but the same pay," the other voice replied, and the two men rounded the corner. Their uniforms baggy but utilitarian, with Cho-Lan sigils on their breasts and hard hats on their heads. They strolled on by, circle jerking one another with complaints as they faded off into one of the many 'streets' made by the separation of stacks.

Neil gripped the fifth crate up, nearly two dozen feet in the air. Watching them pass under his feet without them having seen him was relieving and satisfying. He almost wanted to announce himself and rub it in their faces. But he'd gloat to himself later over that quick climb, and instead focused all of his energy on making his way further upwards. One hand after another, he climbed up and up. Past the 10th crate, he actually felt a breeze. A minor jet stream from the changing air temperatures in the near immeasurable size of the factory.

30 crates up, Neil hauled himself atop the peak of industry, getting on his own two feet and seeing the sea of empty air between him and the next stack across the 'street' hundreds of meters below. If he had the mind to, he could jump, and so far was the fall that he could conceivably catch a crate before he hit the ground and continue upwards once more. But that wasn't needed, even if it sounded like nice dare to try sometime.

Instead, he peered downwards at the mere ants the workers now seemed, and the distant valleys of where the stacks were not quite so high. Men piloted grav-transports, and climbed atop rafters nearly the height of his own vantage point, welding bits of metal together to create more machines and areas to further their business. He also managed to spy a few Haulers as well, carrying two large crates at a time. There must have been half a dozen of them, going back and forth. Rhincerous Beetles among the workmen's ants.

It was less than an hour before he found himself on the ground again, having ran and hide for over a mile before he made it to where the workers hauled and wrought the beams they were welding to create the skeleton of what looked to be the next area to stack crates. Across the valley of workers and activity, he saw a few unmanned Haulers, drooped and unattended. They looked like great skeletons of bipedal saurian beasts. They didn't look too dissimilar from his old mech, though not nearly as impressive.

He rounded a corner to the next street, and awaited for a manned Hauler to tromp by before he made his way through, making sure to keep and ear out for any voices in case he needed to hide again. Luckily, he was scot free. Now, once he made it to the Haulers round the next corner, he clambered up one of their legs and entered the cockpit. Oh, he'd normally need a key to operate it. But he'd stolen more than a few of these babies. He just needed to pop open the bottom port with one of his tools, and redirect a few wires here and there.

Suddenly, the lights above the Hauler's panel blinked on. Neil grinned, rising up to sit on the seat more comfortably, and placing his hands on the tools. The workers in front of him didn't even bother to turn around when one of their unmanned Haulers began to move, so accustomed to the labor they were into. Stomping off back from whence he came, Neil just caught Sayeeda's transmission over the staticy comm. He raised an eyebrow, hearing gunshots. "You need me to come help out or grab the Cryotubes?" He asked.

Either way, it was within the same vicinity and he'd be there in no time, the Hauler's long legs moving faster than any man could conceivably run, loping across the open 'streets' like an immense, flightless bird.

[Assistant]
Sayeeda fled down the alleyway between the warehouses, clattering down a spiraling staircase that led to another level. They slowed to a brisk walk as they crossed a busier hab floor. The gunfire on the level above was only faintly audible from here, and somehat indistinct over the noise of functioning industrial machinery. A few people gave them a look, but quickly turned away when they saw Sayeeda's still smoking pistol.

"Negative on the assist, there was a bit of a complication but it might work to our advantage, focus on the cryopods but pick up the pace if you can. We are going to lift soonest. Six out." Sayeeda concluded closing the comm circuit.

"Who who were those men?" Taya asked, her voice distant and shocked. The girl wasn't resisting but Junebug had to virtually shove her along to keep her moving in the right direction.

"Mercenaries, maybe the Duke's or more likely one of the other nobles looking to snatch you to use you as leverage," she replied. That would make the most sense the conspirators who had drawn the aliens here needed all the leverage they could get to put the fix soley on Cho-Lan who had seemingly been the most overtly involved.

"I think I killed one," Taya mumbled. Sayeeda remembered the girls panicy unaimed fire.

"Only if we had a miracle on our side," Junebug said, her voice neutral.

Twenty minutes later they were aboard the Highlander and Sayeeda was running through the preflight checks as quickly as she could with Lonney's help.

"Neil what is the hold up?"

[User]
"You know, I think they might be on to me." Neil remarked to himself as he crashed through the gateway that received workers and shipments from the outer stations of the facility. The small gate made of thin poles exploded from Neil's hauler, the mecha moving faster than any legal speed for a mech that size. Luckily, the workmen didn't really have any forewarning of a charging hauler, and were a bit too dumbstruck and scrambled to really react in time to bring a swift pursuit.

He slowed once around the next corner, trying to do his best to stomp casually as he made his way into the storage facility. Only problem was, he needed to actually pry open Taya's container. He hadn't gotten the key or the code. He guessed Taya was so done with this planet she cared very little for leaving a mess behind, but it didn't make it any easier for him. He found the correct block at least. C045, on the third level.

Neil took the lift up. The storage areas were large cubes, attached to one another along wide lanes. It seemed like a parody of a utilitarian suburban neighborhood. The lift let out a blast of air from the pistons, and he was drawn up to the third level, opening to reveal the lane that led right to the storage area. He let out a breath, realizing this was going to be a tricky situation, and he stabbed the fork of the Hauler under the door, lifting it up inch by inch to reveal the three Cryotubes. Needless to say, the alarm went off.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Red flashes and obnoxious honks echoed across the facility. Just as he was slipping the Cryotubes into his claws, the lift down the hall lowered. Neil turned his head, raising an eyebrow. It took less than 20 seconds for the lift to begin going back up, and upon it were four security officers with submachine guns, fully outfitted with flak vests and communicators.

"Hold it!" The lead man cried as one of his partners behind him began to murmur into his comm, and Neil knew he couldn't afford to wait for their backup. He turned his Hauler, the Cryotubes a buffer in front of him. Luckily, there weren't many spaces within the cockpit either for bullets to enter. He was fairly safe from small arms fire unless they got lucky themselves. "I said hold it! Drop the Cryotubes, now!"

"Oh you mean these Cryotubes right here?" Neil replied like a whip, and shoved one of the tubes forward. It slid off the Hauler's claws and spun slowly down the lane, going about 30 km if he had to guess. The men let off a few rounds, one bullet ricocheting off Neil's Hauler, but the others going wide. They scrambled to get out of the way of the Cryotube. One guardtripping over himself, having to be yanked out of the way by his partner before he was flattened.

It has been a ruse however, as Neil had moved his Hauler expertly, charging down the lane behind the Cryotube and lifting it up again once the lift area was clear. Casually he bumped one of the recovering men with a claw, knocking him into another storage cube's doorway with a resounding 'thud.'

"Neil what is the hold up?" Sayeeda asked on the comm. She would hear gunfire as the other men did their best to collect themselves, unloading their weapons on the Hauler as the lift carried Neil down toward the first floor.

The bullets glanced off the Hauler's visor and cockpit, save one. Neil let out a cry of pain when one bullet punched into the meat of his side. He thought it wasn't a fatal wound, or even something to worry about if he got it bandaged. But he already felt the warm blood seeping down his hip, and the cold feeling of an open wound in the air. It wasn't like he'd never been shot before, however, and through force of will he moved the Hauler the last mile to the hanger bay. Other than a few confused men and women trying to get out of his way, the coast was clear.

"Yeah, had a small complication." He said, sounding somewhat tired. "Nothing I can't handle."

Lonney opened the back Hanger, and the Hauler's feet gripped the Xarconian steel of the ramp as it balanced the three Cryotubes, moving up one step at a time. Neil felt like it took an eternity, but in reality it was less than a minute before he dropped the three workable (but scraped) Cryotubes into the loading bay. The Hauler's hatch would open, and he painfully climbed out as quickly as he could, hitting the ground in an agile, but less than smooth landing, and making his way to the Cockpit.

"Aight, let's take this baby for a ride." He said breathlessly to Junebug. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and there would be the odd droplet of blood down the cockpit access corridor. But he gave off a feral determination with the look in his eyes. "Ready Lonney?" He called as he flipped a few switches.

"Aye, First Mate Neil sir!" The AI replied, Neil glad Sayeeda had powered up the engines. All he had to do was lift her up and take the landing gear off, switching the pilot to manual and flipping on the sublight engines to be used very shortly. "Let's get the hell out of here," he said, turning on the throttle.


[System] BTW, you're free to post intro of your characters if you feel like

[User]
CHAPTER 1: A DAY IN SCARLET

"It begins then…"

The scene opened on a luxurious room filled with a Victorian essence, only one of the many rooms within a big mansion of polished marble, cedarwood and colorful rocks of any kind.

The man in black seated in a red and gold sofa spoke with an elegant tone while holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Anybody would think this man was of great importance, a renowned figure yet he was in fact an unknown person for the media and thus the population. Yet still he acted with the dignity that only a great man can boast.

His interlocutor dressed with a tartan shirt, long pants and a top hat all in a mixture of wild colors, both from the clothes themselves and the stains of different paintings, a total contrast to the appearance of the other man. He was busy on his own painting but gave himself time to smile and reply.

"It was quite a journey, to find the ten pieces, heh! It even took a person's life to gather them. Do you wear no regret Elean?"

The man in black, Elean, sipped from his wine and said.
"It had to come eventually, that life was wasted after all, a fool old man, a complete idiot that bought all the innocent lies, and his fate was the right one."

"But, you took his life, didn't you?"

"I do wear that life my dear friend. Now please, let's enjoy this time, tomorrow will be a great day for sure."

The man sipped from the glass again emptying it while his partner continued his painting. Both were accompanied by the Revolutionary Etude echoing through the room.

The day of the Scarlet is soon to fall. I'll see that you pain your sin.

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The biggest event of the year, The great exposition of art from all the world begins today! The most important day for Anheldrim and the entire world. Which great artist will come triumphant and which will face the bitter defeat? Regardless of the outcome, enjoy! For this will be surely a great day to remember, a day that will be carved within every single man and woman, every single artist!

The greatest city, the metropolis of art was even more lively than the usual. The streets filled with colors and music, with scents and dances; street artists performed their grace with passion in an attempt to gather the attention of any tourist or passerby, but mainly to show its devotion. From each corner a different melody played yet when they mixed it didn't became a total chaos, instead they combined into a great symphony. The scents of food covered the environment, sweet, salty, spicy and bitter, each one a temptation, each one calling the people to enter into the kitchens and enjoy a promising meal.

The expressions of each art manifested as well, thus lights danced in the air, fling pots of food traveled through the streets, dancing figures took form and even buildings raised into the sky. Even for those who had lived years in this city, each single one was a new surprise, truly a marvelous scenery drawn from a dream.

Yet all this was just the entrance hall from what all had come to see, The Great exposition of Art which was to happen in the center of the city, in a circle that covered several kilometers of radius filled with magnificent buildings reminiscent of gothic and roman structures, each single one a giant palace hosting a different event. Pictures, Dance, Martial arts, Sculptures, Music of each genre, Movies, choreographies and many more that it would take weeks just to describe each one. It also hosted the biggest and most beautiful garden in the entire world, each year ornamented by different arranges made by Petruccio Abaccio, the man considered to be the greatest gardener and whose very services are said to be expensive enough to buy an entire life.

Many men and women dressed like nobles walked through the streets, through the palaces in dignified manner, a glance of elegance, a glance of contempt for the lower classes, the ones who awaited in the shadows wishing for a moment to shine and expecting one to pick the leftovers, a few impatient ones willing to claim rights and new property by their own hands or even perhaps following complex grudges.

A magnificent day, from either viewpoint, even bad ones, no one would doubt that claim, but this one was to come as the most special one of all for each single one.

Many would be involved, yet only a few will be granted the permission to walk in the scarlet carpet of the biggest event, the social class was of no importance, instead, the will to fight, the will to live, and the will to fulfill one's dream would be the judges of this event. In other words, anyone was free to participate if he or she had what it was required.

Or more likely they will have no choice to step back from the contest.

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Clad in a gold and blue dress, the noble young woman, Nadia Eisendin was seated on a luxurious bench in one of the many gardens close to the philharmonic palace. She was both, nervous and anxious, holding always a black case with her, not too big yet her slender figure enhanced its size.

This girl was a particular famous figure in the world, a celebrity if you will. She was the current head of the Eisendin family, one of the most famous families in the world of music, crafted from poor roots by the hands of Lord J. Eisendin, the patriarch of the family, a man who lead the greatest philharmonic ever seen. The world cried four years ago when the man at the incredible age of 123 years died; all his legacy and fortune was inherited by his granddaughter Nadia, the 19 years old woman whose parents died years ago in a car accident.

The girl waved her short legs, her glance lost in the empty sky. She was a very shy and reclusive person often portraying eyes that reflected a strange fear, yet also a bizarre determination.

Nadia was perhaps one of the most important figures within this tale.

[Assistant]
The Bard came out of the shadows of an alleyway. He merged with the group headed to the garden, and no one noticed him. When he Arrived at the Garden, he stopped in front of a empty bench. Perfect, he thought. He snapped and his Turntable appeared. He set it up and began play as he brought his hat down to cover his face.

As the Song played, a Scene played out in the path.

A cloud had appeared, and a young boy was playing in the rain humming "rain rain go away". The Bard smiled

[User]
"See ya tomorrow!" a young woman called over her shoulder as she left the "Kioko Café". Throwing her handbag over her shoulder she proceeded down the street, towards the philharmonic. As usual she would take the shortcut through the park to get home. She liked the calm and the stone hewn benches that sometimes inspired her dances. Her boots sounded surreal in her ears as she left the pavement and stepped onto the gravelled path leading through the park. Something was oddly off today. Choro didn't feel like herself. Frustration took hold of her and so she dug in her bag in search for her lipstick and hand help mirror. The dark stained her already perfectly coloured lips once more. A short correction with her middle finger and she let her utensils glide back into the bag.

Choro froze in her tracks. Was that music she was hearing? Following the foreign sound she soon came to a bench and a young man. Seemingly he was the one creating the music . . . and an image of some sort. Feeling the blood rush faster through her veins the dark haired woman let her bag fall to the ground next to the musician as the rhythm took over control of her body. Throwing her arms up and her head back she let the bass ripple through her body, move her hips and shoulders, making her sway until she felt in synch with all of it. Moving to the bass she let her chest circle, throwing herself upward, backward . . . falling, a smile on her lips she extended a hand to catch herself and land on her feet. Using the momentum she spun, kicking off the ground in a pirouette, dancing to her hearts extent until the music stopped and she stood there, breathing heavily, looking into the sky, a childish smile on her darkened lips.

[Assistant] Keiji was walking up the street, his mask was on hiding his face, he was glancing around looking at all the people dressed up and displaying their craft, the arts were beautiful surly, but with so many people around he eventually headed to the park and had come upon a musician playing for a dancer, he decided to sit down in the grass and watch her for awhile

[User]
The Bard saw the woman come up and start dancing to the beat of his song. His smile grew larger and he thought he should play a new song as the first one started dying down. He cracked his knuckles and snapped again to change the song to his liking. The breeze flew though the park and a sweet smell came with it. As the new Song started, The old image faded and sand swirled to create a man of sand, and the Sand Man offered his hand to the Dancing Lady.

"Shall we?" The Bard said, his voice seeming to blend with the song.

[Assistant]
Wind picked up, played with strands of black hair that was rebelling against the pins holding it in place. A new song kicked in, starting very slow, making Choro sway slightly. She closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the new song – literally. Just before she hit the ground she rolled to the side, spreading her legs in the air and pushing her body off the ground. Soon she found back on her feet again to meet . . . a sandman? A hand was offered to her. Had a voice spoken to her? Choro felt light-headed and a bit dizzy as she extended her arm to lay her hand in that of the sandman. Rolling her head she let herself get pulled in and work her own little magic by not thinking about her movements any more.

Intuition took over. The movements became more powerful, less lazy as it had been with the first song. Throwing her head back she grabbed the shoulders of the man before her and pulled herself up upon the sand to gently lower her legs behind the creature and find solid ground, back to back with the sandman. For her everything had become a blur of sound and colour. Her trained muscles stretched beneath her skin making her countless tattoos dance with her. She had to remember this kid – he mixed nice tunes. If he'd also manage some classic or rock?

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Interesting.... Thought Nadia sitting in her own bench while observing the artists that arrived the Palace.

Let's see... are they professionals that will participate in the Great Exposition?.... Wondered the girl.

Their acts were noble, they were devoted each one in their passions. The girl bitted her lower lip, they were the opposite of her existence who was unnable to bring passion to the art she practiced.... Or more likely the art she has to practice.

They don't seem like pro to me... maybe is just people who had come to see the spectacle...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice, a ethereal like voice formed in the air which resonated through the entirety of the garden.

"Greetings my fellow artists. It's my pleasure to announce that the main event will soon begin. Please, those who had their entrances head to the Philharmonic's Palace. Our first event will be a commemoration to our dear Lord Jeremiah Eisendin on the fourth year after his death."

It's the signal.... thought Nadia, being she the current head of the Eisendin family she had a special spot in the main balcony.

She should had entered earlier to get ready, the presence of the artists distracted her.

Can't waste more time with these low people anyway  thought as she stood up from the bench and headed to the palace.


[System]
Age: 31

Gender: Male

Species: Human

World of Origin: Earth

Are you a member of TRIDENT? If so, what is your job/specialty?
Yup, a member of the Information hunting and covert reconnaissance division

Appearance: Standing at 5ft 9in Charles is about the average height for someone his age though with slightly better built physique from his morning jogs, but of course there will forever be a bit of a belly filled with custard creams. Eye sparkle a dazzeling green and his hair is an almost shocking red colour.
A big fan of jewellery and accessories you'll be hard pressed to find any time that he isn't wearing at least a wristwatch, a couple of wrist bands from various bands and franchises (Doctor Who being his favourite), a ring on the right hand and even a key pendant too. But of course for more formal occasions he's willing to go to just the wristwatch.
Clothing varies depending on the job but when relaxing oddly enough he prefers loose and baggy clothing.

Abilities and skills: Aside from the general "independent adult" skill (such as cooking, cleaning, filling out tax forms) Charles is also an excellent party host.
Charles has a very weak but surprisingly useful form of magic. With a quick twirl of the hand Charles can teleport nearby items into his palm, but of course these can only be small things like coins, keys and USB sticks.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ A charismatic man who could talk until the cows came home
- He would talk even after the cows got fed up and walked away again
+ He's surprisingly good at shifting a person's attention to something else and staying out of sight.
- He's not a big computer person aside from just general use so some computing terms will completely go over his head. Use small words.
+ Multi-lingual
- Poor café workers in Germany being spoken to in first in Japanese and then Dutch

Equipment Requests: The general things like phone and wallet, as well as a few things like the standard issue pistol and a small laptop but the latter are normally stored away in a bag of some sort or at his residence at the time.

History: For the most part Charles had a fairly standard childhood in Central of London. Although as a child his parents were always at a loss as to explain how he was able to grab hold of keys and coins which had been placed out of his reach on the higher shelves.
School was school and he neither did bad nor that good at his subjects, just a little bit better academically than average. But of course he was very popular with his little magic and card tricks, although on many occasions his teachers would confiscate his deck of cards to put an end to the constant noise of them being shuffled and flipped. So it came as no surprise to find him on the streets at weekends performing to the many tourists that would flood the streets of London
About two years after finishing full time education his friends and family were startled and shocked to discover that he had applied to an agent, or Covert Human Intelligence Source, for MI5 and while the organisation won't actually say he was 'Accepted' as such people aren't actually staff nor is there any actually formal application process, it was safe to say he got the job.
And so began Charles's new life of touring the globe, sneaking into very dangerous places ranging from war torn bunkers to that very nice office building in New York. It often during these 'missions' that his magical skill became very useful and often pushed to and beyond its limits (it quickly became apparent to Charles that he could not magically make that USB stick with sensitive information stuck at the back of a computer on the top floor appear in his hands as he exited the building on the bottom floor).
Of course such things never really go unnoticed, especially with today's technology. And even if you were able to scramble the Security footage enough to stop others from noticing someone's bound to be able to. But still it came as a surprise when members of TRIDENT appeared offering him a job.

Personality: Over the top this man couldn't be anymore loud and brash unless he literally exploded into confetti but on the other hand he can be extremely sneaky being able to slip past even the most watchful gazes. Of course he does tend to get side tracked at times, especially if he's bored, with a need to always be doing something and always on the move.
As such it's not uncommon for him to start proclaiming about his many big plans or goals, not that he'll really be able to get around to fulfilling most of them as they tend to conflict with each other. But at times he can be a bit over ambitious and if not caught soon he may try to follow through with those ambitions which has led to numerous failed attempts, mostly at over complicated recipes, but such things rarely keep him down for long.

Name: 53 – AN – 0N "Shanon"

Age: Approx. 5 years

Gender: Female

Species: Monster

World of Origin: An Earth similar to our own but small towns and villages are almost unheard of with the majority of the population living in cities of gigantic proportions and heavily armed against the terrors in the dark nights.

In this world Monsters are very real and they come in all shapes, sizes, colours, textures, and everything else. Oddly enough they are not born but simply appear without any scientific explanation. Old stories though talk about the importance of resolving one's issues and feelings lest those malicious thoughts take form and cause great harm to everyone nearby.

Appearance: A huge beast standing around 7 ft tall on her hind lends however spends most on the time on all six, front four similar to hands with claws like fingers and the back two like an animals hind legs. Maroon fur covers her body except for a soft pink underbelly. While one eye socket is stitched closed, two eyes sit in the left in addition to another two eyes belonging to the snake tongue she possesses. Two large horns spiral from her skull and a green mane extends down to her hips, a tail then extends for about a meter ending with a sickle shaped bone. Her body is dotted in gashes crudely sewed together.

Abilities and skills: Shanons ability to track a scent is unmatched not just by smelling ability but by being able to taste the scent of prey on the air as well. Shanon possess extra-ordinary strength with her limit being around the same weight as a tank. Her venom causes a victim muscles to seize up within half an hour of entering the blood stream.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Doesn't need to eat, though the occasional snack is appreciated even if disposing of it later is a hassle
- Unaffected by most poisons as she has no heart or blood vessels.
+ Doesn't bleed
- Can't heal and any injuries sustained will need to be stitched up
+ She isn't easily intimidated, though Humans will always make her uneasy
- not the brightest of the bunch

Equipment Requests: A pocket sewing kit.

History: As with every monster Shanon wasn't born, but simply began one fog drenched night down an alley way where horrible things had happened. A number of hours were spent roaming through the streets figuring out how her body worked; how her joints moved, how her spine could twist, how her senses picked out her prey walking alone at night. As a Monster she was made of the malicious and cruel thoughts of Humans, however that didn't mean that she herself was entirely cruel.

Then They appeared: The Containment and Examination of Monsters company (C.E.M). Shanon was no match for the Agents who possessed equipment specifically designed to deal with Monsters and she was quickly captured. Her world then became one of a small white room and of scalpels and needles as the Agents sought to figure out how she worked.

One day something went wrong; another monster was able to escape its cell and the C.E.M facility fell into chaos. Shanon, along with many other Monsters fled from the facility, making sure to remove a number of Agents from the world on the way out. She, like many others, fled very far from the facility and didn't dare to stop running until a day had passed by which point she had stumbled, almost collapsed with exhaustion, into a forest rarely seen by humans.

Here Shanon met another Monster who had taken the name Darcy, and had prompted Shanon to take a name herself. Here the pair lived together in relative peace only occasionally disturbed by wondering Humans or the rare Agent seeking them out.

Personality: Very protective of those she calls 'friend' Shanon will selflessly place herself in harm's way without a second thought. Shanon tries to be kind and wants to learn and experience as much of the world that she can before she ends, as such given half the chance Shanon will relentlessly hound a person with questions about anything and everything. Of course such a strong sense of curiosity has landed her in a number of situations and a few close calls, but it has yet to discourage her from exploring.

However, Shanon holds a very 'black and white' view of the world and those around her; if she considers someone to be a threat to her or another's well-being she will express, and possibly follow through with, her desire to end them. Normally in such cases she will try to quickly end her opponent by sneaking up on them when their guard is down, but if the option is unavailable she has nothing against ripping them apart even if it means sacrificing herself.

[User]
Vaughtar

Mikkel vanished ? The ugly, dead body was gone ? Perfect! Of course Vaughtar didn't spend the tiniest moment on considering speaking this out openly, but he really had not been eager to pick up this frozen, obviously magically infused body. Twain's magic was disturbing enough. Munimis was a wicked world, but he had not seen anything like this while he had been there - and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't see such things any time after he would have made his return. That was... if this ever came true in the first place.

Taking his time to look back at Charles to check if the man was still halfway angry at him before doing anything else, Vaughtar then started to pick up the heaviest and bulkiest parts of the team's equipment he could find. Alongside Shanon who seemed to struggle with the freezing weather he probably was the one most suited for the job. With two large crates filled to the brim under his giant arms he started moving away from the castle, down the mountain slope alongside the others.

And then it happened... It almost seemed as if someone had managed to insert explosives into the already ruined building's walls without experiencing the need to drill holes into them before. The 'explosives' themselves however had to be very, very strange as well: One could see cracks reaching the surface, apparently originating from several points deep inside the solid stone itself that had lasted so long under these harsh conditions. They divided the major structures into large chunks of debris just like an inside-out explosion would do, but the chunks themselves continued to be subdivided into smaller pieces even after their initial separation from the big whole. The process ran at a much to slow speed for any type of detonation as well, easily observable with the naked eye. It continued to cascade until the entire castle had been split into a myriad of dust particles. They had no real chance to settle down and form a nice big heap following the flow of gravity, but instead immediately started to be blown away by the icy wind. What would happen if it turned and would thereby engulf the team in silicate ?

[Assistant]
The group crowded the now re animated corpse. Hirsch was trying to move in for a better look. Wolfe, however, was almost floored. His senses went haywire, as if someone dropped a large rock into a still pond, he seethed. Every muscle and, bone, and nerve felt to be on fire. Something big was going to happen. Wolfe hadn't felt anything this intense before, not since him whole squad was killed a few years prior.
Finally, he regained composure, he glanced around everyone had begun breaking down the site of its equipment. He had only enough time to shout:

"MOVE!" Then the castle erupted in a cloud of smoke and fiery debris, Wolfe hit the deck, along with Hirsch. One thing they both knew was to take cover when something exploded. The rest didn't need much convincing.
Rock and soot and ash began falling on them. Wolfe stood up and shouted to the group, amongst the noise.

"WE GOTTA GET TO THE BASE OF THE MOUNTAIN. GRAB WHATS ESSENTIAL AND BUG THE FUCK OUT! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" He yelled as he made his way to each group member directing them to either cargo that needed to be carried or just having them collect other injured and make their way down the mountain. It didn't take long before they felt a rumbling beneath their feet. They didn't have much more time before this mountain collapsed inward.
Turning to Vaughtar he said.
"Vaughtar start moving some of the heavier equipment downhill, and assist with any slow movers! You too Shannon, now GO!"

[User]
Charles Balderdash and Shanon
"Hurt yes." She managed to rumble a short reply.

"This place cold. I not like cold. This place feel…tickle neck." Shanon whined and scratched the back of her neck with one of her arms. "Same tickle neck Agents by home. I not like this place."

 Again, Shanon felt her attention being drawn to Wolfe as the man appeared to be boiling within his own skull. She watched with a frown as he shook and seethed before he bellowed to them all. On instinct, she hit the ground; Agents had often said those words before they used their weapons. The remaining walls of the room cascaded outwards and shattered silently into dust, and the other parts of the ruins now left unsupported quickly followed.

"Russia place bad." Shannon dared to peak from between her claws.

"Shanon grab that box: the biggest one!" Charles ordered, scrambling towards the laptop.

With camera still in hand he slammed the laptop shut and stuffed it under an arm. Already Charles was making a list in his head of what they had to move out first, at the very top of that list all the data they had collected shortly followed by personnel.

"Someone grab the body if they can." He stuffed written notes into his pockets. "If not just leave it."


[System]
Appearance:
Quote: "Shorty Squad reporting!"

Gender:
Is a female or takes the form of one.

Age:
???

Series:
Steven Universe

Species:
Gem

Role/Occupation:
She likes to believe that she's the defender of the town from all the dangers that may come, seeing that it suits her as she was made for battle. Sans asked her to be the deputy, and while she wasn't exactly sure at first, she eventually decided for it. After all, he didn't seem that strong.
Skills:
Summon Whip: Like all gems, Amethyst has a weapon that she can summon from her gem, which is located on her chest. She is proficient in using them, whether it's to grab something or simply lash out.

Poof!: Gems are, in a sense, the physical manifestation of the gem that is located on them, which said gem can be considered the brain. Their bodies are, in simple terms, a hologram with mass, and when taking damage that would normally be considered fatal to said hologram, they instead lose their form and retreat into their gem to regenerate. However, this solely leaves behind a defenseless, vulnerable gem, which if broken or shattered will permanently kill said gem. For Amethyst, said regeneration can take from either a minute to several hours.

Shapeshifting: Due to their bodies being a projection with mass, they can shift it around into different forms such as animals, tools, or just a different person. However, they always stay the same color and a gem is always located in the general area of where it would be. It is also very hard to stay shapeshifted for long periods of time, and is generally only meant for a small duration.

Fusion: While something she can't do with humans, gems do have the ability to fuse with other gems through a fusion dance, which synchronizes them and would create a larger, more powerful being. An example is this short clip of Amethyst's dancing… just look at that butt, she isn't nearly as crazy or wild here.
Home:
Amethyst has taken a liking to one of the small, beaten down houses that reside within the village. While some may find it a bit lackluster, she felt it suited her the most, and immediately she began to gather whatever she could just to clutter the place like she had her old room, effectively creating several junk piles where who knows what you may find in it.

Personality:
Amethyst is very carefree and fun loving to a fault, along with being impulsive and rash. She can often be bad-mannered and untidy, but she is definitely protective and almost always had good intentions. She is somewhat of a hoarder, but she isn't really bothered by that.
Originally intended for fighting, Amethyst does love a good brawl, even if she isn't involved. She'll egg people on and cheer very loudly if conflict occurs.

However, she is very observant of other people's feelings, and it is very easy to tell when Amethyst gets upset. For instance, she can easily understand why one may do something foolish or selfish or how a relationship may be fixed, but will begin to get sarcastic and angered if she is insulted about her insecurities or pushed.

In fact, she herself hates herself due to where she was made, the fact she wasn't made right due to being in the ground too long, and how she is weaker than the other gems. She hides this behind a boisterous persona.

Backstory:
Amethyst was created in the Gem Kindergarten, a place that would suck the nutrients of Earth and effectively using said energy into creating new gems, in this case, Quartz soldiers. However, due to Homeworld having to flee due to a rebellion caused by the Crystal Gems, not much is known about why Amethyst stayed in the ground longer than expected. All we know is that she is, in a sense, "overcooked", thus being small and weaker than a regular quartz soldier, who is tall and strong. She spent a long time there, lost and confused, and worst of all, isolated, having named two rocks based off of what she would do with them; sit and climb. Eventually, Rose Quartz, leader of the rebellion, stumbled upon her, and for many years afterward she stayed with her, and eventually her son, learning more about herself, and forming some pretty great bonds. However, on a simple mission that she went alone on, she managed to stumble across something that she, at first, thought was a corrupted gem, but upon closer inspection, she soon found herself in the village. Confused, angered, but relatively calm, she knows the gems will save her eventually… right?

Life in the Town:
(Your characters have lived in this village for a whole year now. Explain what they've been up to in this time! Have some fun with it.)
At first, Amethyst tried everything to get out. She ran every which way, explored every inch that she could, but always found herself back in the same area where she started. Eventually, when she realized there wasn't a way out, she seemingly got lazy with it, lounging around all day as she saw no further point in trying to escape. To her now, this was just an amusing experience that she would eventually find herself out of.

However, whenever something that could threaten the others comes, she is one of the first on the scene. While her methods may seem a bit brash, she is very easy to get along with. She hasn't mentioned much about her past, and she often pulls pranks on the other villagers through her shapeshifting just to amuse herself as she see's the situation as boring. Often Sans would scold her for her behavior, but she simply takes it with a grain of salt, having been used to such scoldings from one of her previous friends.

Though, she always wanted to check out the tower that they had seen, and was waiting for the day she could do so. She had an eternity to wait.

Prized Possession:
She has a photo of all the Crystal Gems, something that, despite the mess of her house, is always easily found and taken care of. It gives her hope that she'll make it back to them again, and that they too are looking for her.

[User]
Mr L - The Streets of Home
Mr L rolls his eyes (not that anyone could really tell) at her claim. "You're fine. Right. And the sky is polka-dot and filled with mathematical symbols." A bit odd to say but there are dimensions where the later is a real thing. The former... maybe. There's an endless (or seemingly so) number of different realities out there. It's possible!

He tilts his head to the side as he shoves his hands into his previously unseen pockets. Come to think of it, the thief does remember the nut doing this a few times before. Honestly most days just blur together for him. Maybe the freak put the poorly written note on his door before. Maybe not. L'd just rip it to shreds anyway. "If you don't wanna go, then don't. What's the worst that could happen? It's not like he's got any real power. All that 'gold' plating... tch. Most likely he's not even a real king, just some loser wannabe dressing up the part and hopin' no one calls him out on the lie."

There goes her stomach again. Man that's annoying.

[Assistant]
Jibanyan – On The Street With Fuma

"Melon? Really, nyan?" Jibanyan's eyes were bright with joy. His forked tails perked up with curiosity and the blue flames that ignited their tip glowed slightly brighter as if to reflect the Youkai's pride in having found the seeds of edible fruit. Seeing Fuma's face alight with happiness and nostalgia reminded him of the days where he tried to please his huamn friends and he couldn't help but feel slightly giddy. "Of course nyot, nyan! You can take them all, nyan!" he replied eagerly. The melon seeds would be of more use to Fuma than they did to him. Besides, Jibanyan didn't consider himself to be skilled in gardening anyway, so, all in all, it was a perfect arrangement.

Fuma then brought up the topic of meat. Come to think of it, he did catch the scent of cooked meat wafting through the air, but he had dismissed it as the smell of another person's cooking. He was now curious as to who was cooking said meat in the early hours of the morning and, on that note, Jibanyan could use a warm meal to start the day. "I don't know, nyan," Jibanyan replied with a confused look and a tilted head, now wondering where the scent came from. "Maybe it's from the Sheriff's Office, nyan? Sans does love to cook, nyan! Should we go and check it out, nyan?" Jibanyan was being honest in his observation of Sans' love for cooking. Whether or not the food was safe for consumption, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely, but the cat Youkai thought that should be saved for a more appropriate conversation.

Jinx – On The Streets of Home

"Eh, nothing much, just taking a walk. Figured that I should hang around and see if everyone's awake since I'm up and all," Jinx replied with a light shrug, Kuro and Shiro rejoining the redhead. "Kinda hard to stay asleep when King Prideboor is busy walloping the door. Next time, I'll let Kuro answer the door instead," she added with a muted grumble. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Amethyst and asked her, "I assume he invited you too?" She then leaned against the wall with Kuro on her head, the latter chattering softly while looking down at her. In response, Jinx frowned and shook her head.

"I can't. If I do that, I won't hear the end of it from Sheriff Serif," she replied to whatever Kuro was saying before the latter 'spoke up' again, but her next words seemed to clear things up. "Yeah, I know it would be fun to glue his gold armor together, but that would only make him more annoying!" Jinx protested. Shiro opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word, Jinx raised a finger and quickly said, "No, Shiro. We're not using him as forest bait again. Last time we tried doing that, Sans gave me a timeout."

Jinx had first thought of Sans as a bone with too much zeal and too little common sense, but she had learned that he apparently had the clear foresight to keep her away from her familiars whenever he imposed his bone jail timeout and zapping him only lenghtened her timeout time. With a dejected chirp, Shiro flew towards Amethyst and rested on top of her head since Jinx's was currently occupied. "Amethyst, remind me why we let can-o-gold be our leader." While Jinx knew that Amethyst didn't think too highly of Pridemoor, she was honestly impressed by her ability to tolerate him to a far greater extent than she did.

[User]
Amethyst - On the Streets of Home

"Oh, you mean one of those invitations? I have like... 3 of them or so, but this new one has macaroni art. Though, I don't know where he got the macaroni from." She replied, shrugging at the first question as she answered it. The one thing that wasn't in her hair was talking to Jinx now, but Amethyst wasn't really sure how she understood it. Maybe they were like, connected somehow, like how Steven's Lion was kinda connected to him. Yeah, that made sense to her.

But she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Pridedoof struggling as his armor would be stuck together, imagining how funny that would be. She did agree it would probably make him more annoying though, feeling that he'd start to come to everyone to figure out who did it. She'd probably just give him an I don't know answer like she usually did to him, potentially shapeshifted as a cat just for the heck of it. And then, she remembered Jinx getting timeout by Sans.

Speaking of Sans, it was odd that he hadn't said hi to everybody, but Amethyst simply shrugged that off, by now Jinx had asked her another question, and she simply laughed lightly once more at it.
"Because I'm pretty sure he'd be more annoying if he wasn't in charge than if he was. I mean, the guy is kinda a mess, and if he wasn't 'ruling' *Insert finger quotations here* he'd probably just sit there and whine... or something. I mean everyone knows he really isn't in charge, right? That weird guy in the forest is more in charge than Pridedoof is... But maybe that's just because he's poofed me several times when I wandered in there."


[System]
Age 20

Parents Loki and unknown

Appearance At a first glance Kat could easily be written off as looking identical to her father. She is tall, standing at 6'1", and shares his distinctive pale skin, green eyes, and black hair. However at a closer look you can see her mother is in her face as well. The sharp features of her father have been softened into something more charming and alluring. She does not have his lean and hungry look and although not a conventional Asgardian beauty something about her draws the eye.

Powers Kat possesses physical abilities far superior to humans, an increased lifespan, superhuman strength, immune to terrestrial diseases, and resistant to conventional injury. She is also a quickly becoming a powerful sorceress with many magical abilities.

Bio With the God of Mischief as your father a normal upbringing is more or less out of the question. For as long as she can remember her father has been teaching her. She's been learning how to wield weapons, how to fight, how to manipulate, but most of all her magic. Kat doesn't resent him for her childhood though, understanding the necessity of it all now. However it wasn't a stable childhood, with Kat in constant movement in and between realms. Not much detail is really known about her early years so why or how she came to be on Earth is equally mysterious. After numerous invasions from the skies the Midgardians were more prepared than she had given them credit for. S.H.I.E.L.D. located her and gave her the ultimatum: go with them or go very far away. With limited options she took them up on their offer, for now atleast.

People are quick to point out her flaws: a vain and stubborn girl, more occupied satisfying her hedonism than worrying about anyone else. It doesn't worry her, if they are willing to underestimate her it is their own downfall they are orchestrating. Because in truth, there is so much more. Granted there is nothing innocent about her, Kat is amorous and sarcastic, favouring a macabre sense of humour. However she is intelligent and sharp, able to win favour and fight wars with words alone; she's truly Machiavellian. Despite her penchant for chaos she seems to always be composed. That is not to say she does not anger, but it is not in anger that she should be feared. When she falls silent is when you should beware.

[User] Finnigan was singing when Cinia came out. He had a rather melodic singing voice. "I'd would would like for you and I to go romancing. Just say the word your wish is my command!" Was what he was singing. When Cinia came out he whistled in approval. "Very nice." He muttered wiping his long hair out of his face. "I'd take my hat off for you, but I never do that. Even for somebody so beautiful." He paused and placed his hands on the brim of his hat. "Just this once." He sighed. He removed his hat to reveal a handsome yet troubled and dark face. His brilliant blue eyes stood out. He tipped his hat then put it back on and placed his index finger on her lip to shush her. "Don't tell a soul I did that, ok?" He laughed and placed his hand on her spine "Let's go back I suppose." He took her hand and walked her back to Fury.

[Assistant] Cinia gave him a sweet smile as Greg stood infront of her. "Oh I won't tell, but I make no promises for Greg." Cinia said, when she spoke about Greg not keeping a promise she had a bit of a sinister smile on her face. Cinia had trouble making friends due to her having these mood swings every now and then. She would go from cheerful to sinister in seconds, and then back again. Cinia the headed back to where the others were with Greg close behind and giving an stabbing stare to Finnegan every now and then. Greg was seen as Cinia's protector, though in truth he was quite a bit more than that.

[User]
Kat kept silent when the new 'member' arrived, what was there to say? Even her low expectations seemed to be unreachable considering the emergence of the farm foul and this displaced individual. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, how could they expect her to treat the Midgardians as her equal? As Victor approached she simply shook her head, clearly annoyed at their current standing. "An adversary we know little and less about, and our current plan of sitting idle and fighting blind is not satisfying me."

She gave a quick glance around the room before turning to face him, putting her back to the rest, and started talking in a hushed tone. "Together, you and I could reap more hell than this travesty of a group. We have no reason to be loyal to them; it is the end goal we should think of, not the means by which it is achieved."

[Assistant] Victor raised an eyebrow and nodded in agreement, "This team is appearing as nothing but a farce..." Upon hearing her admission of the two of them being able to cause more destruction than this silly team, Ozone smiled a bit, "Is that an offer dear cousin?" his voice was just as hushed, "Because I would be more than willing to do something productive."

[User] Finnigan stared at Greg. That chicken was looking at him like he was a school disciplinarian and Finnigan was a bottle of vodka in a 9th grader's bag. He mouthed at Greg "She's mine buddy." So nobody could see. He reached the lab and said "Fury! We're back!" He smiled at Fury. Fury nodded then regarded all of them. "Listen you can go and do some simulations on your own if you'd like. Tomorrow we'll have to work,on your team building skills." He left the room. Finnigan quickly slipped away to the nest. He opened the door and said "Jenny. I never expected somebody like you to have such a pleasant name." He laughed heartily. "Listen I have one thing to say to you." He sounded to much like his father, tough and sinister. "Stay out of my way. Never do what you did to me again. We clear on that, sweetheart?" He asked, showing his tendency to be a bit sexist when pissed.@Hadesdotter

[Assistant] Cinia saw two individuals talking near by. She decided she was go see what they were talking about, as she approached them she heard none of their conversation. Greg in the meantime ran up to Ozone and quickly started to rub up on him like he was a cat. "Aww, Greg likes you!" Cinia said with a smile as Greg continued to rub on Ozone's leg. Greg had a bit of a gleam in his eye as he rubbed on Ozone, almost like he was planning something sinister, it may have something to do with covering Greg in chickens later. "I'm Cinia by the way." Cinia said as she held out her hand to the two who were talking. Cinia was sweet to a fault, atleast untill she got into a vindictive mood.

[User]
Seeing that he was open to the idea Kat gave a serpentine smile and something flashed in her eyes, but was it mischief or something more dangerous? "Somebody ought to be, this is the antithesis of productivity." She muttered, before looking over her shoulder to Fury as he addressed them all. Before he finished she turned back to Victor, giving a pointed look as the director confirmed their discussion. However before she could continue on one of the stray pests began to rub against him, followed quickly by the newest member.

"Oh gods, it has a name." She said in disgust, waiting a beat before continuing. "The bird, I mean." Sweet was not a word that had ever been used to describe Kat. With a sigh she shifted so she wasn't facing Victor only, but didn't go to take Cinia's hand. "For all of our sakes you should just call me Kat." Yes, she could charm and smile and please - maybe under different circumstances that's what she would be doing - but as of now she cared little for the integrity of the team.

[Assistant] As Finnegan finished his sentence he would hear the last echo of his voice over the loudspeaker, everything he had said since walking into the nest had been played in every room of the hovercraft. Jenny standing next to a skeletal frame of machinery, wearing an airmans flight suit, the top tied at her waist so it covered her legs, a simple black tanktop covering her torso. Arms crossed as she sits on a swivel chair and skates over, a look of mild amusement and annoyance on her face. Clearly her father's daughter. "Whoops forgot to turn that off. "She would say light heartedly as she swipes her hand mid air and shoot to thrill begins softly playing instead. "One more step and you get hit with about 60,000 volts of electricity." Her thick Chicago accent stern. "Look. I didn't have a problem until you started waiving a gun around threatening everyone. Tell me what part of you thought that was a good idea? I really want to know, just like barging into my lab with an attitude." yup. Her father's daughter. "This team needs to be pulled together not ripped apart because you can't control your gun and whatever it Is in your pants. I'm not going to let you try to get into a poor girls skirt that hasn't been here twenty minutes. It's called respect. Get your head in the game and out of the gutter." With that Jenny would stand the setting sun shining through the windows. "Now it's getting late. How about we all meet in the mess hall and get to know each other as a team?" Jenny would simply rest her hands in her pockets watching Finnegan.

[User] Finnigan looked shock. "Woah, woah, woah! Hold it princess. You think I was trying to-" he started to laugh uncontrollably. "God-damn! I only did that one time people! One time!" He stopped laughing eventually and said. "I have a reputation to uphold as the sons of two of the most brutal Assasins ever, and my reputation as an Assasin and thug. The whole reason I'm here is to stay out of jail, right?" That was true, he was a criminal. He smiled politely. "Heh, I'll keep the agro under control, if you stop ruining my chances with girls." He walked up to her and held out his hand. "Deal? Good. Put 'er there partner!"

[Assistant]
Aquintis was late, but she didn't particularly care. Until she realized it'd be hard to find them. She went to the nearest power socket and put her hand on it and closed her eyes. She saw through the camera before finding the group.
"Now it's getting late. How about we all meet in the mess hall and get to know each other as a team?" one girl said. Good. She could meet them there.

Aquintis began traveling through the electrical currents before finding the mess hall. She appeared out of the socket and looked around. Seemed like she was early. She leaned against the wall to wait for the group.

[User]
Ozone nodded to Eldkatla, "There is one other who might be able to aid us...the girl on the loudspeaker... She seems to share our feelings about this and she knows of the technology of this planet...she might aid us. and suddenly there was a chicken rubbing against him, Victor was pretty surprised at the new girl but all in all he gave her a smile, "It is best that I simply remain Ozone." Ozone put his hand down for the chicken to climb up on his shoulder, as he often did with the birds in Asgard.

Fury was standing in front of one of the computers when his wrist watch started beeping, he reached up and pressed the communication device in his ear, "Fury." The voice came through strained and terrified, "Sir...research and development... Losing men...oh god they're outside the door..." Then he heard screaming and the most horrible roar he'd ever heard, Fury patched the recording of the call to Jenny, "Jen...I need you to figure out what that roar was I'm mobilizing our agents and the team...something just took out research and development." With that Fury got over the loudspeaker himself, after all he had bugs everywhere and he had been listening to Victor and Kat, "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., arm yourselves we arm moving to provide aid to research and development in the Rocky mountain range." His next order was for the team, "For the heroes who have gathered here I am asking you for your help I'm running into a situation blind...I'm asking you...all of you for your help." Then to make sure they knew he was serious he played the recording of the call through the loudspeakers.

[Assistant] Greg looked up at Ozone, and very soon he started to try and peck at his hand as he was expecting there to be food in it. "Oh sorry about that!" Cinia said as she picked up Greg. "Anyways that sounds important, do we need to suit up or anything for this?" Cinia asked the rest as she picked held Greg in her arms. A fight was where Greg could truly shine as he was one of the other chickens that Cinia could make rather large.

[User] Finnigan put his hand in his pocket and tipped his hat, but nobody could still see his face. "Duty calls, eh?" He laughed, "Let's be off!" He turned on his heel and then walked to the lab, singing 'The Female of the Spieces' by Space. He leaned in the door of the lab. "Because she wants to coquner the world completely," he sang quietly before standing right behind Cinia. "But first she'll conquer me discreetly!" He sang a bit louder, slightly laughing. "The female of the spieces is more deadly than the male!" He sang. He stopped and he asked, "Fury, what is it?"

[Assistant]
She did not like the idea of conspiring with another, a team of two was already larger than she typically worked in. Either of them could learn of this realms rudimentary technology if need be, but the discussion had been forced to a halt with the interruption so she let it be. Seeing how he played with the farm foul Kat gave a small roll of her eyes, looking about the room instead.

She noticed Finnigan had returned, clearly not too affected by his small dose of public humiliation earlier, but her attention was drawn instead to Fury, or his voice at least, as it began to resonate around the room. It was never as easy to judge emotion with words alone, but there was something in his tone that alerted her to something more serious. The recording of the call just confirmed the fact. She let the screams wash over her but the guttural howling was not so easily ignored.

As soon as they were plunged into silence Kat began to look about for their next move. Clearly help was desperately needed, but there was also a curiosity within her. For her short time on this realm everything she had seen seemed more manageable than creatures of other realms, so what in the name of Hela had made that noise? Hearing Cinia's question Kat looked back to her. "No, I think we should face whatever caused them anguished screams in satin and silk." She replied, her words dripping with sarcasm.


[System]
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Country of Origin: Falke
Appearance: Elric cuts an imposing figure, standing at an even 6 feet tall with a perfectly sculpted body due to the rigorous training he has undergone for most of his life. His skin has a healthy tan to it and shows off his impressive musculature due to much of his service in the Dragoons being spent outdoors bearing heavy equipment for hours on end. He keeps his jet black hair cut short on top of his head and rarely allows it to grow on his face for more than a day or two without shaving if he can help it. His dark gray eyes are set deep within his face and are often shaded by the overhang of the hawk helmet of the High Dragoon, making his expression often difficult to read. This is not helped by the fact that he is naturally rather stony-faced to begin with.
Personality: Elric's training in the Dragoons has instilled within him a fierce loyalty for his comrades in even the direst situations, and now, as High Dragoon, he employs a policy of leaving no man behind. His training with the Dragoons has also taught him valuable leadership skills, but also the humility to submit to the authority of a superior officer (although in his role of High Dragoon, the only superiors he has are Lord Dunston Hawke and King Frederick Highclaw III). That being said, he is not above questioning orders that he thinks are foolish or go against his morals or code of honor. Concerning his code of honor, Elric believes in dealing fairly and honestly with all people, even if they do not give him the same courtesy. He will not attack an unarmed enemy, nor will he attack an enemy who is unable to defend himself as such would be unfair. As for honesty, he will never say anything that is blatantly untrue, but that doesn't mean he will necessarily reveal the whole truth about something. His speech is often guarded, and he will often take time to consider his words before responding to any query, choosing just how much it is wise and polite to reveal. However, he is not above being sarcastic or even downright rude in his speech and dealings with people he finds distasteful, especially if he is under no social or hierarchical constraint to be kind or polite to them. In general, though, Elric is a kind and altruistic person to most people he meets unless they should do something to somehow prove that they do not deserve his kindness.
History: Elric was born the second son of Count Cedric Orstein IV, a minor noble in the lands of House Hawke. With his brother, Cedric V, the heir apparent to the county of Orstein and betrothed at birth to the daughter of a wealthy Baron, Elric was somewhat more free to choose his own future. He could not inherit his father's county (nor did he really want to, for that matter), but nearly any other option was available to him: he could marry into another noble family and become a count or baron himself; he could join the army as either a knight, archer, or dragoon; or he could set out and forge his own life anywhere else. In terms of the first option, that was how the house of Orstein became nobility five generations prior when Gareth Orstein came from Miraheim and married a widowed Countess who bore for him a son and heir to the county, Cedric Orstein I. Regarding the second option, many second and later sons of the house of Orstein had chosen that route and had served the Lord of House Hawke and the Falcon King with valor and honor. Regarding the third option, this had been chosen a few times among the sons of House Orstein, most recently by Elric's uncle Edward who had undertaken a holy pilgrimage to find meaning in life and had eventually come to Palaven where he now serves the Church of the One. Regarding Elric's disposition to these options, the first was wholly unappealing to him - while Elric did hope to one day to get married, he had no aspirations of being nobility. The life of a nobleman, while certainly comfortable, involved far too many duties that simply did not suit Elric's personality. The third option likewise did not appeal to Elric. Elric was an adventurous man who had traveled to a few of the other kingdoms of Aerion in his youth, but Falke would always be his home, and he had no desire to simply wander through the kingdom until he found an appealing prospect. The second option was much more to Elric's liking as it allowed him to serve the kingdom that he loved, gave him a stable life, and offered the possibility of adventure. Therefore, at the age of sixteen, Elric left his home for the nearest garrison and enlisted in the Dragoons.
Qualifying for service in the Dragoons was no easy task, and many prospective soldiers didn't last one year through the training. Those that did last usually took four or more years to complete all the training and fitness requirements to finally qualify for service in the Dragoons. In fact, there had never been a candidate who qualified for the Dragoons at a younger age than 20 years. Therefore, it was quite a surprise when Elric, through much hard work and perseverance, donned the arms and armor of the Dragoons at the age of eighteen, just over two years after beginning the training. Elric's ambition did not stop there, however. He served faithfully in the Dragoons for the next twelve years, quickly ascending the ranks of the military branch until achieving the rank of High Dragoon in only ten years, a feat unheard of in the entire history of the Dragoons. Since the establishment of the Dragoons, no one had ever achieved the rank of High Dragoon in less than fifteen years, and no one had ever achieved the rank before age 40, yet Elric did both, to the amazement (and occasional jealousy) of all his comrades. Now, with the turmoil in Aerion and the prophecy of the Monks of Ekilore, Elric, with the blessings of Lord Hawke and King Highclaw, sets out for Ekilore to hear the prophecy of the Monks and do his part to save not only the kingdom of Falke, but all of Aerion. He has no idea what any of this may entail, but he is determined to do his part because if the people who love their land won't take a stand to save it, who will?
Weapon Preference: Elric is most skilled with his spear, a long, barb-headed pike, but will often start a fight using his bow and arrows until the enemy comes into spear range, at which point he will switch over to his spear.
Side: Knights of Ekilore

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Catskull had been trailing the group at a distance, watching for unwanted followers and traps. What he didn't predict was an army of evil charging from the front, but when he did take a gander he sighed in exasperation and flopped onto his back, feet kicking up and settling along with the rest of his body weight. The others could easily mow down such pathetic adversaries. Humans were scarier than mad beasts and monsters precisely because war is dictated by strategy, not stupidity. Not a single one of those creatures could fight or think with any degree of competency beyond that of a dumb animal. He figured two of the knights at the most was enough.
He relaxed and listened to the battle, sensitive to any foes unlucky enough to wander past the treeline and into his zone. He supposed he'd put in a little work if any of the buggers got in lazy reach.

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Edon Wolf
Outskirts of Curilan
Ethora

The journey was largely uneventful. Varian had chosen his path with a surprisingly amount of reservation. Edon seemed pleased with his tact even if he kept to himself during camp. While camping, he kept his equipment cleaned and tidy and kept himself trimmed, shaved and clean. In fact, he took extra care to ensure that his clothing and overall presentation was fit for a nobleman. He was early to bed and early to rise and carried out his night watch with stoic silence - when Varian ordered a night watch, that is. By the time they reached the fort, Edon looked little changed from the first day they stood together outside the gates of Dalenham.

Before they made their final approach to the fort, Edon had found a spot to stow his travel gear. He meticulously checked over his combat gear and made himself ready for a fight. Knowing that they were going to be fighting in close quarters inside an old ruined fort, he decided against bringing his halberd. He was better with the longsword anyway. The last thing he did to get ready was to strap a one-hour torch to his back and fasten a modest length of sturdy twine rope to his belt just in case.

Even if the fort was a run-down piece of shit, it had a good position. Varian identified a blind spot and Edon nodded slowly.

"I am going in at the blind spot," he said. Edon seemed like he wanted to say more, but Varian's words were, essentially, a go-ahead to start the raid. Instead, he looked over to Drosten and nodded before donning his helmet. In the next moment, Edon had moved up the rest of the small hill and was running across the field toward the crumbling fortress. His eyes scanned the walls and the windows as he moved, looking for any potential threats. If anything revealed itself on his way in, he would make it his personal life goal to end them rightly just as quickly as he could get to them.

As Varian said a week ago - Edon was there to start the assault and ensure the rest of them could get in safely. He probably wasn't going to be the first one into the heart of the fort as his goal was to secure the walls.

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Elric had his bow strung and an arrow in one hand through the entire ride to the temple. He knew a fight was coming, and so he took no chances at being caught unawares. At any sign of danger, he would take only enough time to discern what it was before taking the appropriate action. Thankfully, the journey to Zinfell had been entirely uneventful. The arrival at the village, however, was far worse. Clearly the monsters created by the stone were a force to be reckoned with, as it seemed nearly the entire village had been slaughtered by the fell creatures. At the sight of the devastation, Elric nocked his arrow, his battle senses now on high alert in case any of the monsters still roamed the village.

It didn't take long for the monsters to show up, pouring out of the temple in front of them. A large hoard of beasts of all manner were now approaching the knights. In the lead was a large, hideous beast beyond what Elric would ever want to describe. Discerning this monster to be, at present, the greatest threat, Elric began firing his arrows at the hulking monstrosity. Unfortunately, he only had a dozen arrows, and so would have to switch to his spear before long and then wait for the remaining monsters to come within range of his spear. For the time being, he would fire his arrows at the lead monster until either it fell, or he had loosed all his arrows on the beast.


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NICKNAME: JRock, JarBear(his ex's pet name for him), and just Jar
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
EX: Delilah Christine Duclerc
FAVORITE MUSIC: Hardcore/screamo/metal/rock, but he pretty much likes anything except country
FAVORITE COLOR: Silver
HOBBY(s): plays guitar(among other instruments), DJing, songwriting, partying
ANIMALS: Loves them, but doesn't currently have any pets.
PERSONALITY: Jareth is a party animal and, despite the grungy exterior, he has quite the soft side. He is incredibly artistically-inclined, but not always the most intelligent person in the room. Ambitious and hardworking, hoping to chase his passion for music into stardom.
CAR: Old Faithful (a 1993 black Volvo 240 series)
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: lip ring offset to the left, double pierced ears on both sides, various (mostly tribal) tattoos on arms, chest, and back
MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Music Performance junior
OTHER: Came from an unfortunate upbringing, including being bounced around unloving and unsupportive foster homes. After getting kicked out at age 18, Jar worked at a pizza place for two years while playing in his garage band, Crim Son, before starting college. He has a bit of a drug habit, but nothing serious in his opinion.

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"Okay, JarBear, I promise I'll behave," Delilah said in the most gentle voice she could muster. She was sweet, and precious and graceful, all things he'd greatly missed in life these past two months. When she took his hand in hers, it hit him full force: He'd just earned her back mere hours ago, they should be celebrating with each other. There'd be time for that later, he supposed, once everyone was safe from harm – at least, temporarily safe.

Just before Jar and Lila left Hunter in the dust, Amelia came outside of the suite. "Thank you, Jar. For taking care of her. And for giving Lila her smile back." Jar smiled, she was probably unaware of how much her words of affirmation meant. He'd spent his whole life being treated like that bad guy, even though he wasn't. Hell, his own foster parents kicked him out. Jar gave Hunter a pointed look and looked from him, to Amelia as she was walking away.

"You gotta clean up the mess you made, Hunter, even if it doesn't fix things immediately." he whispered to Hunter. With that said, Jar and Lila went back into the suite. He let go of her hand, as hard as it was to do, before knocking softly on the door frame. "It's just Lila and I, I promise." Was the only thing he said.

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Delilah ragged Hunter into the hall, where he receives one of the biggest slaps of his life.  "NEVER put a hand on me again, Hunter, or I swear to you I'll give you another story to tell about why you're in the hospital again. Do you understand me? Or do I need to give you a couple of more slaps?" He was in shock as she went back into the suite, he didn't know what to do though. He panicked, He had no idea what to do when he caught on too the situation back then. He was scared of losing the people close to him. He fell back against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. "...I was only trying too help..." Didn't help the situation when Adelisa said she was being used. Is that how his actions came across? Was he that much of a moron?! "DAMMIT!" He screamed as his fist hit the dry wall.

He pulled his hand off the wall in shock, he's impulsive. He punched the guy Amelia was with out cold, who had no idea why. He drive the damn car well he was drunk as hell, barely got out of that alive. He kissed Adelisa when he was weak, when he felt like he was alone now, and then trying to fix the effects from that he runs into the girls condo like a mad man and tried to kick int he damn door?!

Amelia walked by him as he was on the ground. She kept going, he wanted too call out and try to fix what chances they had... or at least get a chance to talk to her again. He wasn't going to just let her slip away again, even if they wouldn't get back together he wanted a chance to say goodbye.

Hunter pulled himself up after Amelia got into the elevator. It hurt like hell but this was something he had to do. He got into the elevator to as high as it would go, then eh would have to take the stairs. He made it about Three steps before he stopped from the pain. "Dammit..." he breathed for a moment and looked up. "Alright... only a few more times of dying and I'll be at the top." He kept forcing himself to get up the stairs, supporting himself on the railing as he went, each step causing more pain then the last.

He made it to the stop, he felt like he was going to collapse, Why the hell were stairs so damn hard?! He could walk just fine... ish, but these stairs were kicking his ass! Then he saw the door, it was already unlocked, he guess right. The damn roof.

He opened the door and started to walk up to Amelia, then he froze... What could he say? Sorry for being such a stubborn moron?! He had to say something, he couldn't just stand there doing nothing. "Amelia?" She was smoking again. "You know, those are bad for your health right?" He walked over to the ledge next to her and set next to her with his legs hanging over the edge. "Before you go off on me for being such a moron, I need to say a few things." He took a deep breath and sighed. "I am a moron, and a fucking Mudak. I have impulsive actions trying to do things that might be able to be settled if someone was to stop and think. I don't do that. I don't think, I just try to act and I fuck things up well trying." He took another breath, speaking too people was a skill he sucked at. "I really don't know ho to fix things, I fucked them up so badly I have no idea what to do now, I mean I kissed your best friend for fucks sake! I am a weak fucking moron who can't keep his own thoughts in control." He looked her int he eyes. "I love you still, I know I have done a shitty job at showing it, but there is no one I care about more then you. Now I don't know if you still feel the same way about me but if you don't I will leave, my car will be fixed in a couple days and I will go, I already have the paper work to drop out as well. I'll take the old piece of shit car and just drive, You wont see me again. I am tired of screwing over you life because I keep screwing up." he turned his head to face forward again. "You deserve someone who wont make your life hell. Someone who cares enough to not let there problems ruin your life." He stopped. "I thought that could be me, I don't even know anymore."

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Adelisa nodded when Lila and Jareth entered her line of sight. She stepped aside to let them in and moved to the bed. Her arms wrapped around one of the pillows and she sobbed into it. How could she cry more? It felt like she had been crying for ages. When she saw Grant's face as the whimper slipped from her lips, she knew what she needed to do. She knew it was all over for her and Grant. It only made it hurt worse.

She hid her face into the pillow and almost screamed. Too many emotions were swirling around for her to scream. Instead, she remained silent. Like most of the time, she was silent about how she felt. Hold it in, Addy. I know it hurts, but hold it in, her mother's words trickling into her mind, poisoning her thoughts. Her mother called her Addy when she was younger… and when Grant called her Addy she felt so happy. It was only his nickname for her after her mother died. He was only allowed to call her that. Now, that name felt like a punch in the face.

And Hunter? Why did he do that? Why did he kiss her? She had no clue it was even coming and he did the one thing she dispised: taking her control away. He took control over the situation and it made Adelisa hurt even more. He even said 'they were being assholes'. Doesn't that mean he wanted to get back at Amelia? Isn't that childish? She bit her bottom lip even more, to the point of blood, as she thought about Amelia. Amelia was her best friend -no sister- and Hunter used Dela to get to Amelia.

Adelisa hated that word: used. She felt cheap and abhored. She was always used, though. She was used by Grant and hidden like a disgusting guilty pleasure. She was used by Hunter as a whore he could use to hurt Amelia. She was used by everyone. When could she find someone who wouldn't use her? When could she find someone that would not only take care of her, but let her take care of him? Was it too much to ask for? Was any love too much to ask for?

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Jar and Lila were about to enter the suite when Amelia stepped outside. She looked at Jar and told him: "Thank you, Jar. For taking care of her. And for giving Lila her smile back." She smiled sweetly at him, and he smiled back at her. Lila felt happy that Amelia and Jareth always seemed to get along, and so she kissed her best friend's cheek, muttered a thank you before Milli walked away. When she'd had her back to them, Jar gave Hunter a pointed look and whispered: "You gotta clean up the mess you made, Hunter, even if it doesn't fix things immediately."

With that said, Jar and Lila went back into the suite. Begrudgingly, Jar let go of her hand before knocking softly on Adelisa's door. Lila was suddenly nervous and afraid about what they would be looking at once Dela opened the door for them. "It's just Lila and I, I promise."

Dela opened the door and nodded at them as they entered her room. She stepped aside to let them in and moved to the bed. Her arms wrapped around one of the pillows and she sobbed into it, hiding her face from Lila and Jar's view. After a while, though, she became silent, and the couple were left to wonder about what was going on in her head. It was one of Adelisa's biggest conflicts: she was silent about how she felt most of the time. Lila remembered when she'd told them about how her mother always said to her 'Hold it in, Addy. I know it hurts, but hold it in' when she'd been in her cancer treatment, asking Dela to be strong for them. But Lila thought Dela had taken that too personal, and she sometimes bottled up so many feelings and thoughts that blew up like an atomic bomb when they were too much.

Lila gave Jar a look, placed a comforting hand on Dela's back and said to her: "Dela, Jar has more experience than me when it comes to how you're feeling, so I'll just let him do the talking. I'll be here for physical comfort if you wish for it. Let me know."

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After letting them in, Dela went to her bed and sobbed into her pillow. Jar shut the door softly behind them and did a quick sweep of the room, seeing what was around that Addy might be tempted to use against herself. He knelt down to scoop up the pills and put them back in the container. He noticed they were sleeping pills, so he put the container in his pocket to take out of the room when he left. Jar was no hypocrite, though, if Dela wanted to use drugs to make the pain go away, he wouldn't stop her. Hell, he had done worse things to numb himself. So he put three of the pills on her end table, it wasn't enough to kill her, but enough to make her sleep for a while if that's what she needed to feel better.

Delilah had sat on the bed next to Adelisa and rubbed her back, she spoke a little bit, but Jar could tell that she was trying really hard not to say too much. She had pretty much given Jar the reigns to do all of the talking, but he didn't really have anything to say. Addy had to lead this conversation. There is healing in talking out your problems. "I don't need to talk if you don't want me too. I can just listen." He looked over at the doorway, the acoustic he had returned to her was leaning against the wall. "Or I could play for you, and you could sing. Lila and I would love to hear you sing." That what he did to feel better when he was down, some of his best lyrics were written in times of deep sorrow. His stomach grumbled a little, he hadn't eaten all day and he wasn't sure they had either "Or we could all just sit here quietly and order a ton of room service."

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Adelisa slowly removed her face from the pillow and looked up at Lila. Then her eyes landed on Jareth and the surprised expression she gave him showed she was not used to this. Her head swam with words and she said hoarsely "I-I want to talk…" She looked at Lila and smiled softly before looking down at her hands. "I don't know where to start… but… I think I should start somewhere, right?" Her heart filled with hope as she spoke. Was she finally going to talk? Were her words finally going to help her? Or hinder her more?

Maybe, when she hears herself she will decide what is best for her. She looked up at Jareth and said "do you know why Grant and I broke up? Originally. Not the whole 'it was mutual' thing, but the real, deep down reason?" She looked at Lila and let out a sad laugh. "Quite the cliche, isn't it?" Adelisa looked down at her arm and held it with her opposite hand. "He was embarrassed of me. Whether it was my personality or my looks, he was embarrassed of everything." She looked up at Jareth and said "for gosh sakes, he tried to introduce me as his friend when he told me you were his best friend! He was so used to saying 'she's just a friend' to everyone that I was confused on what we were!"

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Jareth pressed his lips in a straight line when Addy told him about her and Grant's break up. It seemed as though both of his best friends weren't quite honest about their reasons for ending things with their girls. At least when Jar and Lila broke up he was honest with them, a sobbing emotional mess that they didn't know how to deal with, but honest none-the-less.

"I'm sorry that he did that to you, Addy. If it helps, I knew that you were more than just his friend from the start. He did love you; he'd talk about you when it was just us guys, but…" Jar let out a sigh and sat down in the fluffy arm chair across from the bed before speaking again. "Grant has issues about his appearance, which, I'm sure you know best of all of us. He didn't like to be seen out with me either. That being said, it's Grant's problem, not yours. He is just paranoid and cautious, but there is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful and spunky and musical, and it is really Grant's loss to not be with you anymore. But you, you deserve someone who wants to show you off to the world. Don't let the meathead get you down so low, you're destined for much greater things."