[System]
Nickname:
Karn

Race:
Demi-Human(Feline Variety)

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Weight: 125 lb
Height: 5'0
Frame: Skinny but toned. Mildly frail looking.
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Personality:-
Karn is a rather... difficult person to get along with for most people. Generally, her face remains the same calm neutral though it can often change to a mild amused smirk. Mature and calm. Though she does tend to be sarcastic, quick witted, sharp tongued, a smart-ass, and not hesitating to be brutally honest as well as say whatever is on her mind or state her opinion. She also enjoys joking around and teasing others. Her attitude often gives the impression that she's a loner, but she's fully capable with working with others. And despite what some may call a irritating attitude, she has a kind heart and is fiercely loyal to her friends and family. Quite a lot of times, she enjoys just trying to get on others nerves and lose their cool. No real reason other than to study their reaction. She hardly shows much respect for others, besides certain individuals and will more or less treat everyone about the same. She'll make flirty comments, though whether she is actually serious is a bit a mystery. Most likely just another way to get a reaction out of someone. Mostly if she finds them to be amusing. A lot of times she enjoys making terrible jokes as well. Or talking to herself. She also quite loves machines and studying them, finding them fascinating. Especially Airships. Really likes sweets. She often doesn't care of appearance if she can help it, so her blonde hair tends to be fluffy and messy. Nor is she very afraid of grime and just leaving it there. She's very brave and there are few things she's afraid of.

Job:
Thief, Performer, Engineer for the Tantalus Group.

Fighting Style:
Karn's main weapon in a fight is hand to hand combat, wearing metal under her knuckled gloves and in her boots heels and toe to increase her attack strength. Hits fast and hard. Expert in Hand-To-Hand combat using the Jeet Kune Do style. Using her speed to make rapid punches and rake up damage in fast succession.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: -
Fighting Gloves, Daggers, whip.

Armors/Outfits
She mostly wears very light clothing in order to have the best mobility and speed. So the only heavy equipment she has on her is her gloves. It makes her agile and quicker with some powerful hits, but that means she doesn't exactly have anything protecting her other than her dodging skills.

 Weight Class:
Light

Familiar:

Familiar Abilities:
Lightning Magic. Gives immunity/absorbs Lightning Magic. Able to either call forth Lightning bolts as offensive or increase speed. Resistant to Water, Weak to Earth.

Movement Type:
Walk and Run

Familiar Size:
Large

Relic Weapons:
Electric Gloves encased in electricity, lighter and faster then her regular gloves.

Relic Armors:
A golden circlet and electrified golden bracers..

Trance:
In Trance mode, her physical strength and speed increase by double. She grows a bit more fangs from her upper lip like a sabertooth tiger and fur grows a bit along her arms and her tail gets a bit longer.
Hercule Trance: She keeps the golden circlet and bracers, but her tail fur poofs up like she got electrocuted, her hair also grows out a bit like she has a mane. Claws get longer.

Pros-
She is quick and hits hard. And is well trained in combat, and is able to sneak around.

Cons-
Her magic is actually quite lacking. She's quite poor in utilizing it other than Haste. And she has absolutely no defense. If she gets hit, she often gets hurt more than the average person. She has a bit of a illness that she needs to take medication every morning and evening. Doesn't run so hot without her daily dosage.

Racial Strengths-
Able to utilize multiple weapons.

Racial Weaknesses-
Is unable to utilize most magic abilities without familiar aid.

Sets: Leave this blank for the time being. All this is, is equipment sets. Usually just outfits and items that you switch between.

Background:
Karn grew up pretty poor with her mother, father, and older step brother in Lindbulm. She was the runt of the litter and was often teased for her tiny stature. Her father and brother looked a lot more like a cat than herself, while her mother was a ordinary human. Well. Somewhat. Her mother was a bit weird, quirky and unique. As well as a martial artist. At the age of ten, her mother grew deathly ill. Her parents had a falling out and left one another five years prior, so now it was just her and her mother. Desperate, she started resorting to stealing in order to feed her ill mother. Back then, she got caught quite a bit more and dragged home. Her mother scolded Karn, but appreciated what she was trying to do. After a year, her mother died and Karn was alone. Five years, she continued stealing on the streets for what she needed in order to survive. But now she questioned why she was surviving. Was there a purpose? Did it matter anymore? What she wanted was gone and couldn't be given. No fancy coin or precious gem seemed to compare to the desire to have her mother. It was all just useless things that wasn't required for her survival unless she wanted to buy things, but by now she was notorious in theft so there was little point in shopping. What purpose was there for her to be alive? Why should she? Why couldn't it have been her instead of her mother?

She didn't have anything nor anywhere or anyone to return to, she had to resort to living on the street. Stealing food and what she needed to survive. Training her body to be agile an quick, climbing up buildings and free running in order to get away from pursuit. Hiding and having to use stealth to hide from pretty much any watchful eye. Traveling in darkness or shadows, using trickery during the day to steal from food vendors. She mostly avoided open fights unless absolutely necessary. Stealth was more of a challenge anyway. Now most of the time, she just went about enjoying messing with guards in their pursuit and only really stole food. Having no real wish for cushy things or items that were useless to her. She had no wish, no dream, just survival. It was all she had really, and it was quite a empty existence. It was then that one day after five years from when her mother died, she saw the Prima Vista. A Airship of a supposed Theatre group called the Tantalus Theater Troupe. They were quite famous in Lindbulm for being performers.

Karn didn't quite care about plays though, she was interested in their airship. For the first time, she felt interest for something that wasn't food. Something that wasn't really for survival. Of course, she used it as a excuse that if she had a airship, she could escape should security get too tight. But she wanted that airship. She wanted to fly in the sky. Feel free as much as her mother was free spirited. Karn had little to lose as she didn't have anything to lose. A theatre troupe was probably the easiest to pull a quick one over compared to those guarded by guards anyway. So, she conducted a plan to steal the Prima Vista right under the performers noses. It was quite difficult, it required to watch and study their routine on a daily basis and look for opening. Until one day there was a small gap and she snuck by them while they were out of their ship and she got through. Until she reached the helm that was and was caught by the leader. Despite her speedy attacks, he beat her single handedly. Defeated and caught red handed, she expected to be sent to jail. Perhaps executed for her crimes even but the leader known as Baku just laughed. As if amused by her attempt to take his ship.

He seemed to see potential in her and offer her to join his crew. She agreed and became a member of a apparently a undercover group of thieves. Most of the time though, they wouldn't allow her to do heavy battle. She was tough, but she was a bit more delicate than she acted. Baku's training sessions proved this. Still, didn't stop her from trying her best when she was needed. Plus she enjoyed learning more about airships and having comrades. She got her own dream for a change, in which she is thankful to Baku for. She wants to be a Captain of her own ship. And fly free in the skies. Just needed to save a lot of money and build it from scratch. Could take awhile, or be near impossible, but it was a dream. More than she ever had.

Extra Notes:
* She really likes milk. Both for the taste and the fact she silently hopes it will help her grow a little.
* Although she isn't anywhere near as ill as her mother was, she has to take medicine every morning and evening.(Which is usually a certain dose mixture of Remedy, Potion and Phoenix Down) in which she usually sprinkles the dose in with her food or drink.
* Her tail and ears are sensitive and usually avoids them getting touched.
* Her memory of her living relatives are hazy due to being a young age when they left. She just remembers that they fully looked like anthropomorphic felines.
* She can get mildly drunk off of catnip.
* In her spare time, she enjoys singing, though it's a rare sight for anyone else to hear her.

[User]
"Oh be easy on the Child Cassius, he's barely more than a Kitten. Look at him, he means you no harm. Child please do tell Cassius dear what you have to say....Cassius do you know this one?" Hitori asked as they flickered their tails back and forth.

"Honestly Hitori you have such a weird thought process, it's a wonder the Humans haven't tried to Kill you sooner. With that sort of reaction do you honestly think Cassius would know this Child?" a Sultry Feminine Voice came from the Opal that Hitori wore as a choker around his neck.

"Well excuse me for inquiring my dear Horror, I was merely trying to get the facts straight." Hitori said matter-of-factly.

"Like the Facts ever mean anything to you, you probably would just listen to a portion of them and go off on a wild tangent about how something entirely unrelated was happening and we would be reliving the Burmecia incident all over again." The Voice said.

"How many times must I apologize to you for that you Watery Tart!" Hitori snapped at the voice.

"Until I decide to let it go." The Voice concluded.

Hitori just pouted.

[Assistant]
Itzal only smiled, "No sir, we do not know each other." He told Hitori. "We may be of the same species, but that does not make us acquaintances." He lowered both his thin arms to his side, his tail flicking slightly as he regarded Cassius and Hitori. It seemed that Cassius was not who he imagined him to be. Not that it mattered, it would be foolish of him to think that he would be welcomed with open arms. Perhaps it was just something he had hoped after meeting another one of his species in such a long time.

"And... You are correct, sir." He told Cassius. "It is not of your death that I came to speak of. It is... Something much more than that." He eyed Anubis warily. "And I would hope that you could at least trust my vision, if only that."

[User]
Cassius shook his head dismissively. "Just get to the vision you had. I wish to be out of here as soon as possible, for I cannot stay long." Cassius would otherwise be patient if he did not have a schedule to keep. "You're asking me to put faith into something I cannot see forensically nor analyze... I'm not fully a man of science. But your 'visions' are not my own, nor do I trust my lucid dreams we call 'visions'..." Cassius somewhat moved to the back, looking for another door, though he was in the same room. It would be easy to leave with the chiefs out of the establishment.

Anubis simply cocked a brow at Itzel. "My Master is... Skeptical of his own race... He means well. But... Today is not a day he is most patient... You'd do wise to be clear with your vision rather than repeat the fact you had one... without further ado... The vision dear child." Anubis folded his arms.

[Assistant]
Itzal nodded, "Of course, sir. My vision told me that I would meet another Lumyian and a Kumiho at this establishment... That there is a far greater purpose for me than I had ever imagined... That I am to go on a journey with the both of you." He smiled slightly at them. "If that is all right with the both of you of course." He bowed deeply. "I am at both of your services... For that is what my vision stated for me."

He lifted himself up from the bow and frowned slightly, "Forgive me, sir... I suppose I am just surprised by your distrust in visions... If I may ask why that is...?" His ears lowered. "Ah, no... I suppose that is not my place... Forgive me for speaking out of line, sir..."

[User]
Karn's ear flicked in minor amusement at Monica before throwing a smirk at Wylde and gave a shrug. "Always time to win a maiden's heart." she chuckled before sitting down and returning to fiddling with the wiring. Soon enough though, her nose twitched at the smell of food and the sweet scent of milk. Emerald gaze glancing to the Qu, the feline eyed the the glass of milk before glancing at her hands absently at the mention at how dirty they were. Indeed, she currently wasn't in the most clean position. Her gloved hands had black stains all over, as well as some dirt across her left cheek, arms, chest and a bit on her thighs.

"Geez still the dirty tomcat! Better give yourself a tongue bath you scurvy stray!" Blank came in, sporting his usual attire which was barely anything but the cloth that covered his hips, his boots, a belt around the hips and one strung across the torso from the shoulder, and gloves. As well as his belt headband that was around his eyes. Patched up skin scars on his bare chest. The auburn haired man wrapped his left arm around Karn's head in a head lock and rolled his right hand up into a fist and vigorously rubbed his knuckles against her head in a noogie.

The blonde didn't say anything and hardly reacted, besides the obvious feline appendages that always betrayed her mood. Her ears slightly curving back, fluffy tail fluffing up and bristling as the end arched. Before her hands snapped up, gripping Blank by the right arm and flipped him land flat on his back. Giving a brief grunt at the fall, Blank quickly recovered and moved to stand and make a grab at her, but Karn moved her body left while her tail wrapped around his ankle and pulled. Causing her comrade to fall flat on his face.

With a smirk, Karn stood up with a smug grin. Winking a little bit and shrugging. "Awe come off it Mr. Underpants. Or the cat will get your tongue. And you need to get ready for the show." she replied before rubbing walking over to a barrel with water and promptly washing her face and hands. Giving a snort of distasteful discomfort before shaking her head to rid of droplets water. Soon returning to grab the glass of milk with her left hand and promptly raise it over her head, the rim of the glass pressing against her lips. Right hand resting on her hip as she basically chugged in with little to none grace.


[System]
Ghoul Mask:
Nicknames: World Eater

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Rank: S

Kagune: Bakura's Kagune generally takes the shape of 8 harpoon like appendages, with serrated blades that form half way until the end, that come out around the lower area of his back. The color of the appendges is a hue of orange to red with a mixture of purple as well. Bakura is also capable of fusing the appendages to form different shapes, such as claws and etc. Bakura's unique skill with his Kagune is the ability to fuse to fuse a pair of the appendges into 4, thicker appendages that now form heads with only a pair of razor sharp teeth. These heads each usually have a mind of their own when his Kakugan is not activated but move to his whim when it is. He is also capable of feeding through these heads, rather than having to take off his mask.

RC Type: Rinkaku

Personality: Bakura generally comes off a cold and emotionless person, usually shown with his nearly dead eyes and cold attitude. Bakura usually puts up a gentle front with people who he doesn't hate, but yet he still keeps the dead, cold eyes even with the kind attitude. His views on life are rather bleak and he believes only through strength could you change anything.

Biography: Bakura was born and mostly raised in the 6th Ward, being taught how to hunt and fight by his intimidating mother and how to blend in from his gentle father. However, he much preferred spending time with his mother rather than his father. He respected her more than his own father as a child. Eventually, his parents were hunted down by Doves, but he shedded no tears. The time spent with his mother toughened him in order to deal with death. She engraved the saying into his brain "Hunters are never immune to being hunted"

As time passed, Bakura grew stronger and eventually became the leader of the 6th Ward as the Doves were preoccupied. He gained the nickname Stinger due to his stinger looking Kagune. But his reign was cut short when a Special Investigator and his associate attacked him in broad daylight and dealt major damage. They believed he had died, however he miraculously managed to survive thanks to the help of Meat, Meat, MEAT! From then on, he began to work at the store during day while working his own schedule during the night under a new alias, World Eater, due to his new ability.

[User]
CCG Headquarters, Eighth Ward

Yuuka sat on top of a cafeteria table with her legs crossed, in as much as you could call what she was doing with her freakish raptor legs "crossing them". She absentmindedly spun an empty cup of pudding around her black metal finger, not thinking of much in particular. At the edge of her hearing she could pick up some people talking about her, throwing around the usual accusations. "Freak", "pervert", "race traitor". It was nothing she hadn't heard before, so she chose to ignore it.

Come to think of it, she thought as she spun the empty pudding cup around and around, wasn't she supposed to meet her new partner today? She'd been assigned one of the newbies after Koizumi-kun decided he didn't feel safe working with her anymore. Which she didn't get. How many Ghouls had she killed? Dozens? Hundreds maybe at this point? She was the safest person to be with in the middle of a Ghoul attack!

She spun the cup with calculated force, and it landed perfectly in the trashcan ten feet away. She picked up her plastic-wrapped sandwich. In any case, this marked the fifth partner she'd lost. The rest had all either quit or asked to be reassigned. That part she understood perfectly. She wasn't exactly the most popular person in the CCG.

Yuuka felt something wet hit the back of her head. Someone had thrown a cup of instant noodles at her. She picked some of the wet, floppy noodles out of her hair and then looked around for the perpetrator. Two CCG agents stood around snickering near the exit. She smiled, and waved at them.

"Thanks for the noodles, guys! I was thinking I could use a hot dish to go with this sandwich!"

The two panicked and ran. Were they honestly that surprised they'd been spotted when they'd done such a poor job of concealing their malicious intent? In any case, she didn't hold it against them. As long as she could kill Ghouls, she was fine.

She took a sip from her cup of coffee house coffee, noodles still dangling out of her hair. Still, she hoped she would get along with her new partner this time. It might be nice having her own little newbie to mentor, to mold in her own image. Who knows, could be fun.

[Assistant]
Ishin made a beeline for his usual way away from the Dining Hall. The open streets had vagrants and homeless milling about slowly. The Dining Hall was not set up in a very…family friendly…neighbourhood. Still…with people like Ishin walking around not many places were family friendly these days. Like his club. Which also doubled as his house. And a hunting ground. He smiled a little and hefted the black duffel bag up higher on his shoulder as he walked through the neighbourhood. The dim glow of the street lights gave him a direct path. Not that he needed those lights. He breathed in through his nose deeply. He was slightly hungry and the scent of human flesh filled his nostrils with a sweet aroma. He sighed gently, his body shuddering gently as he focused on going home more than feasting. Another shudder and his skin on his shoulder blades rippled. Black began to creep over his eyes. He bit his tongue. Coppery taste rushed over his palate and he was normal again. He sighed gently and continued.

Pushing his way through the crowd, making himself known to the staff, Ishin found himself at Dark Nights. The pumping rhythm gave him shudders of another kind as he watched numerous women, ghouls and humans, grinding along to the music. He may have to join them later. He made his way up to his office and found Chou waiting at his door.

"ahhh…Totsuka-chan" He smiled and looked at her clothes, spattered in dry blood "new clothes and a new place to stay I assume?" he said quickly before opening the door to his office and walking in. He dumped the duffel bag down, his mask quickly pulled from the bag and placed on his desk. Dropping down in to the comfortable leather he looked around the office. It was all modern designed, glass desk…leather couch and everything a nice onyx colour. He gestured to the couch "sit down, tell me what's up" he rubbed the back of his neck gently.

[User]
The roars of men cheering reached and echoed throughout Bakura's room, the noise even rattling some objects in the room. None of that mattered. The previous match had obviously riled up the Dining Hall. All he focused on was his heavy breathing as he glared at his hands that were twitching. He could hear the faint voice of the announcer "And now for the next show! On the right, we have one of your favorites and a classic show to watch! The Ghoul who's brutality knows no bounds! Who's strength knows no might! The S Class Ghoul...Rhino!!" The crowed roared in unison as a massive man in a gray suit walked out into the light. He raised his arms and roared, further hyping the people up. He wore a steel mask with a single giant horn.

"And on the left, we have a mysterious newcomer! The man who will make an exhilarating debut against mighty Rhino, the unclassified Ghoul World Eater!!" The spectator's chuckled and talked down on Bakura "Hahaha poor fool. To have to face an S Class Ghoul right off the bat" "Its as if he wants him to die" "Look at that, he's not even coming out" "We should be betting on how quickly he dies rather than who dies" They all laughed, self absorbed in the atmosphere. However, the spectators began to become annoyed that the challenger had yet to shown himself "What is this?! Where is he!?"

At that moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the room. All eyes turned as Bakura, now dressed as World Eater, walked out into the open from his room. His intense glare was set on one man as he ignored the rest, his prey Rhino. He calmly walked to the stage, leaping up to the platform and glaring up into Rhino's eyes. Rhino chuckled.

"You think you can take me puny man?!" He grinned behind his mask, his eyes filling bloodlust as they shifted into black and red. He raised his arms and slammed them downwards towards Bakura. Rhino didn't want to bother showing his Kagune. He wanted to save that excitement for the next show. However, instead of blood and chunks of meat, Rhino only crushed the concrete where Bakura was at. Before being able to react, Bakura had leapt into the air and send a powerful elbow to the top of the man's head. It wasn't enough to take him out though, instead only angered him. Rhino thrashed his head around, hitting Bakura in the stomach with the pointed horn. Luckily, his body was easily capable of withstanding that kind of attack.

"That actually hurt. I wanted to save this but you pissed me off" Rhino said, his eyes shaking with rage. From his back, he activated his Koukaku Kagune. It surrounded his entire right arm in a giant Rhino looking gray horn. With surprising speeds, Rhino swung his massive Kagune and hit Bakura square on his side. Bakura barely managed to soften the blow, but at the cost of his left arm being completely broken. Bakura was sent spiraling and skidding across the ground, crashing into the wall. The crowd roared in excitement, yelling Rhino's name like some type of cult chant. Bakura got up, blood dripping down his left arm and out of his mouth. He could already tell he wouldn't be able to use his left arm for the rest of the fight. By that only excited him further.

"My turn" Bakura's eyes quickly shifted into a mix of black and red, his 8 harpoon like appendages sprouting from his lower back. Bakura ran towards Rhino with incredible speeds, far too fast for Rhino to keep up with. But before reaching him, Bakura skidded to slow down as he fired 4 of his appendages like rockets at Rhino's limbs. Rhino swung his Kagune to smack them away, however they quickly changed course to evade his slower Kagune and dug into his chest. Bakura quickly followed up by pulling himself in, landing on the surprised Rhino's giant chest. "W-what" Bakura's other 4 appendages wrapped around Rhino's Kagune and began to tightly squeeze it. "the fuck are you" Bakura grinned, opening his mouth wide as his gas mask snapped open to reveal his salivating mouth. Without hesitating, Bakura quickly took a large piece out of Rhino's shoulder where his Kagune was at.

Rhino roared in agony and rage, the pain sending him into a berserk like state. He swung his Kagune with all his might, hitting Bakura's wide open ribs due to him feasting on Rhino's shoulder. Bakura gritted his teeth as he was sent flying into the cages' opposite side, blood splurging out of his mouth as he made contact with them and fell. Rhino was heavily panting, grabbing his wound with his free hand. "I've seen my fair share of crazies. But that look in your eyes, I can't let you live" He began to walk towards Bakura, raising his Kagune to deliver the final blow.

"Must eat....must eat....must....EAT" Bakura's Kagune straightened out and rose into the air, its beauty captivating the spectators and even Rhino. However, that wasn't the only thing they were drawn to. The appendages began to look as if they were morphing or fusing, the spectators watching in shock and amusement. They appendages shifted shape once they had fused, now into the shape of four vicious looking heads with razor sharp teeth. Bakura quickly raised his head to look at Rhino, his eyes on the verge on insanity. One of the heads took a bite of Rhino's ankle, causing him to yell. Bakura pulled himself towards Rhino with the head as he skidded towards Rhino. Rhino, in a state of panic raised Kagune to send it downwards at Bakura.

Instead, that was his own downfall. Leaving himself wide open, Bakura sent another head to take a giant bite right at his armpit reaching up his shoulder. Rhino was unable to move his Kagune now due to the head who refused to let go of his flesh. All he could do was watch as his inevitable death came. Bakura sent his other heads to bite Rhino's other arm and leg as Bakura pulled himself to Rhino's neck. A wide grin was on Bakura's face "Dinner tastes best when doused in fear" He took a large bite out of Rhino's neck, tearing off the flesh from his bones. Rhino dropped to his knees, blood pouring out the gaping hole in his throat. His last sight was Bakura's deranged eyes with his Kagune behind him, as if they were laughing at him. *THUD* His body dropped, dying. But it wasn't over, not for Bakura atleast. He flipped Rhino over and began to feed on his Kagune and Kakuhou.

The crowd watched in silence as the sound of crunching and chewing echoed in the room. "....." A spectator began to clap, as another began to follow, and another. Soon the whole room was standing on their feet as they cheered "World Eater". None of that mattered though, Bakura only wanted to eat after all. He stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth as his eyes returned to their usual cold expression. He limped away from the ring and back into his room, hoping to escape through the back undetected.


[System]
Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Maria uses a wheelchair to feign the appearance of a paraplegic. She uses her magic to move the wheelchair around.

Personality: Maria casts an outward appearance of a cheery, kind girl, always smiling while talking in a bubbly voice. However, beneath this social mask lies a mind broken by years of abuse into a dark and ruthless girl, her empathy withered away and her trust in other people hard to come by, devolving into paranoia when she is stressed. She has a fear of inferiority, and combats this by being driven by her lust for power, her ambition being her escape from the creeping despair that silently clutches her heart.
While she keeps a sociable appearance about herself, in truth she doesn't have a lot of friends, and keeps her relationships with other people strictly as business.
However, she has started to grow fond of her maid Fantine, and won't tolerate any cases of her mistreatment.

Bio: Maria was thrown into an orphanage before she could even remember the faces of her parents, who died shortly after her birth. She was brutally beaten and abused at a regular pace by the personnel there. However, before she was driven to an abyss of despair, she met a boy by the name of Klaus there, who promised to protect her and get them out of the orphanage. In time, she developed feelings for the boy.
One night they attempted an escape, but were about to be caught when Maria met an Incubator. Seeing that Klaus was caught, she made her wish and the two of them escaped successfully.
Later, Klaus was caught by an anti-MG mob and tortured to death due to his connections to Magical Girls after following Maria. Maria found out about this, and became determined to rule the world and take revenge on the people who took Klaus away from him, by any means possible.
Over the following years, Maria managed to worm her way to the position of a lieutenant in the Aurora City Authority through her persuasion skills, guile and political maneuvers, even resorting to underhanded tactics such as backstabbing and using torture to squeeze valuable secrets out of any hapless victim she managed to capture alive. Of course, she doesn't plan on stopping there, either...

Her domain includes the territory of a magical girl named Eponine, who has requested her home to be placed under Maria's, and by extension, Aurora's protection and rule and that her sister is given a place of refuge in Maria's HQ. In return, Maria demanded Eponine to swear fealty to her, and that Fantine will serve as her personal maid.

Allegiance: Aurora City Authority

Theme: A Stranger I Remain

Skills: Maria could be said to have a silver tongue, for she is very convincing and manipulative with her words, sprouting seeds of doubt and despair in any heart she can pierce with her angelic voice. She also has a profound knowledge of politics and tactics, and specializes in psychological warfare.

Weapons: Maria keeps a small dagger under her dress as a paranoid measure, though due to her status as a Magical Girl, rarely uses it.

Other: Maria loves sweet things such as cakes and cookies, and spends a lot of her free time snacking on them.

Magical Girl Appearance:
Maria keeps her eye-design and creepy demeanour while as a Magical Girl. Her costume also has more shades of dark-green and black.

Wish: "I wish to move Klaus away from his fate."

Weapons: A scythe with an intricate, flowery design going from the hilt all the way to the blade's end. Can be manipulated to change the position of the blade, making for a surprisingly adaptive weapon despite its unwieldiness.

Powers: Telekinesis. Maria may use her magic to control the movement of any object or person in her line of sight, including herself. For example, she can fly through the air, throw and draw distant targets and even freeze people in place. However, she needs to have one of her hands unoccupied and spread open for her to cast the magic from her palm and her fingers for multitasking and subtle movements, making her unable to use this power if her hands are unusable or occupied. Breaking her focus also results in the spell's canceling.
She may also perform a Force Choke-like spell on normal humans which Magical Girls are immune to.

[User]
"Got it," Adrian confirmed with a nod. It wasn't exactly a surprise, though the fact that she apparently wanted to parley with this girl was. But he wasn't going to question a decision of hers. On tactical matters he would, but he didn't get paid enough to interject in the higher affairs of magical girls. If she said she wanted to talk, that was what he would do.

She was left to collect others for the hunt as Adrian went to fulfill her orders, those being two women and another man, with a varying assortment of weaponry Most of it was oriented around fighting Witches, but it would serve well enough against humans and magical girls as well. And they had been trained well in that regard to boot.

When he returned, he nodded in approval of her orders. "Alright boss," he replied, falling into line as they moved away. He had his own weapon ready, an assault rifle, and he glanced over at her as they walked. "So what's the plan?"

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Kyubey padded over with her greeting, taking up a position on one of her bookshelves as he watched her, tail flicking all the while. What sorts of plots and schemes the Incubator might be hatching were hard to say, for while the group helped those magical girls who ruled, it was also well known that they had their own agenda, and would work for their self interest at the same time.

Nothing incredibly urgent by your standards, Kyubey responded in a happy tone. I merely wished to check on your status and see how you were doing. After all, each magical girl is important. Important to the grand scheme of saving the universe from entropy, a goal so far off that no one here could care about it when faced with the realities and necessities of power. And even moreso when one knew the truth of the system.

He tilted his head as he dropped the other shoe. I'm also curious to see how you plan to ride out the oncoming storm. Of course Kyubey would have one than more motive to his visit, a tantalizing bit of information that she could pursue at her leisure.

[Assistant]
"Oh, isn't that sweet of you," Maria said as she opened a jar of cookies she kept in a shelf. She then offered a cookie to the creature in an endearing manner. "Would you like one?"

Disgusting rat, Maria thought. Thinks he can barge in any time he wants and spout nonsense like that? Fine, I'll tolerate his presence for a bit more, before I'll have to call Fantine to clean his remains off the walls.

Oh, you sly bastard. Trying to pique my interest so you can catch me in a trap of yours? Alright then, let's partake of this game.

Feigning ignorance, Maria responded by mimicking Kyubey's head tilt and saying: "A storm, huh? I didn't see anything like that in the weather reports. Sure sounds scary."

[User] Eponine sighed silently to herself. It wasn't a very elegant plan, but then again, she wasn't a very elegant person as she was given to tackling obstacles straight on, like a bulldozer. "We start at where our soldiers last sighted her, we scan for blood. We ask the locals if they saw anyone suspicious running by that matches the physical description we have, or if they know of a place where such a person could hide." She wanted to just get a megaphone and make an attempt to call out the magical girl, hoping that if she made it clear that she had no intention of harming her, she might come quietly, but she was already making this way more open than she felt Maria wanted; after all, if Maria wanted to speak with a magical girl from outside the city, the other nobles would probably view such an act with suspicion.

[Assistant]
Kyubey shook his head, ringed ears somehow defying gravity and momentum to move without swaying. I have no need of material sustenance, unlike your species, he replied from his bookshelf. Doubtlessly she had expected such an answer though so it didn't really matter in the end.

If he seemed annoyed by her mimicry, Kyubey didn't show it as he provided a following answer. You would consider it as such.He paused, padding over to the end of the bookshelf before. Someone is toying with powers they don't understand, putting the entire system as it stands in jeopardy. Naturally, allowing it to proceed would not be in your best interest. If it was a concern for Kyubey, then it would probably be an issue for her as well. Assuming that he was being completely frank anyway.

[User]
"Okay then, I'll just have these for myself then," Maria said cheerfully as she threw one up in the air and caught it with her mouth.

It would have actually been amusing if he accepted.

Oh, now this is what I wanted to hear: ominous portents from a white rodent, probably trying to lead me on a goose chase. Still, coming from him, it does sound serious. Maybe I shouldn't outright dismiss it. Let's test the waters.

"Oh my!" Maria placed her hands over her cheeks in a dramatic manner. "Is Aurora City in danger? What could I possibly do, Kyubey?"

[Assistant]
Chloe shrugged noncommitally. "Don't worry about things you can't control, man. Stress is a good way to cut your lifespan short. Nowadays more than ever. Well, for humans anyway."

She didn't miss the looks she had been given. Rather, she had been expecting (and had, in the past, received) far worse. Oscar's distrust wasn't totally unfounded either. "As for my plans? You've gotta be kidding me. It's real simple. If they follow me here, I'll beat them until they never come back. I don't care if the whole damned city falls down around this building. If I'm here, these walls will stay standing... But I won't stay here for long. Hiding's never done me any good."

Thinking about it for a moment, she decided on a course of action. Which is to say, she picked a whim from the ether.

"In fact... You can go ahead and talk to the higher ups. If ever you fellas had any plans of world domination, any buns in the oven just waiting for the bread to rise, now might just be your time. I think I'm done waiting around. You lot can join me, take advantage of me, use me, or just sit there and watch me die for all I care. Like you said, you didn't survive this long on blind faith. I've got faith that the Compact will do whatever's best for the Compact. So I hope great things will come of this. But I think the time for a good hearty offensive is coming real soon. We'll just have to see."

Her little speech concluded, Chloe stepped down on her wounded leg a few times, testing different weights, before nodding, satisfied. "It's not perfect, but it'll do. Thanks Doc. Here's to seeing you alive on the other side. I'm out!" Tossing her headphones on again, she peered out a crack in the door to make sure she wasn't being followed, gave a thumbs-up to the people behind her, and darted out the door, closing it softly behind her. They would prefer she left no trace, probably, so she did her best to hide her presence until she was a little further away. After reaching a safe enough distance, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. She was back on the streets, and away from the judgmental stares. For now, that would have to be good enough. And if she ran into anybody else, well, hopefully nobody wanted to shoot her.

[User]
Indeed, it was not the most amazing plan, but given what they were trying to do it would most likely suffice. It might take some time, but if the girl they were looking for couldn't escape, then it would eventually succeed. Excluding, again, illusion magic.

"Got it," Adrian replied as they moved away from the checkpoint. Sure, he knew that they wanted to talk, but nonetheless he was still on alert. More in case said girl wasn't willing to talk when they asked. He much enjoyed being in one piece, and wanted to keep doing so for as long as he could.

And on they went. The trail of blood was scattered, but it provided the beginnings of a lead and a general direction. It became harder to track once she had dropped off the roof and into the inner city streets, but then it was easier to find people who had seen her. It was a promising start, when they had the time to spend, and Eponine could be grateful that so many people were willing to help out based on her status.

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While emotions were beyond him, Kyubey was cognizant enough to recognize the melodramatic overacting directed his way, though it wasn't unsurprising. With the prevalence of magical girls, it was a reaction he got often from them, when it wasn't disdain or happiness. Honestly, humans could be so unpredictable. At the very least, they still needed him to deal with Grief Seeds, which ensured he would always be around.

One could say that, he replied. If it is replicated, it will most likely be a threat to the world in general. It would make more sense to prevent it before it can happen in the first place. You merely need to find those responsible and stop what they are planning before they can finish what they are trying to do

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"Alright," Oscar replied, tone laced with a healthy bit of skepticism. She might have all the bravado in the world, but he was a bit less confident that she could stand up to every other magical girl in the city if they came after her. Ideally she wouldn't attract that much attention anyway, but given the way she was talking it wasn't impossible, at least form his point of view.

"Good luck," he said as she departed, before muttering under his breath. "And good riddance." She might have heard as she left, but it didn't seem to make a difference.

Chloe was able to make it away from the safehouse without drawing notice, before she emerged onto the city streets, to wander and do as she wished. It only remained to be seen whether she would slip past the patrol searching for her, or if there would be a confrontation. Indeed, she and the group would be drawing nearer even now, though it would be hard for her to not notice the approach of another magical girl, and avoid her if she so wished.

[Assistant]
"Okay. But I don't know where to start looking," she said, and tightened her lips to make a goofy expression. "This is a big city, and I could get lost if I search everywhere."

I figured that much on my own. If you're not going to cough up any more info on this 'impending doom' I'm going to stuff it in my 'Don't Care' folder, along with your gutted carcass.


[System]
*Universe: Ranma 1/2

*Appearance: "I'm the best."

*Personality: Under normal circumstances, Ranma is fairly carefree and generally friendly to those around him. However, he also lacks experience in social situations and frequently speaks and acts without considering the consequences, or the feelings of others- leading to severe bluntness and the patented "foot in the mouth disease". He has no small amount of pride in his skills and will easily get angered by those who call him out on it or "annoying" people.

*Powers/Skills: Ranma is a master of several martial arts schools of Japanese and Chinese origin, his specialty being midair combat via the Saotome Branch of the Indiscriminate Grappling School. He is also considered superhuman as he can punch and kick several hundred times in only a few seconds, survive blows that would outright cripple or kill normal people, jump fifty feet into the air, and lob around heavy objects such as boulders and concrete rollers with abandon. Ranma also has an extremely fast learning curve, able to dissect and come up with counters to techniques after seeing them only a few times as well as liberally use clever on the fly tactics to outsmart opponents with a superior quality and a master of using any ordinary object as aides in combat such as but not limited to chopsticks, pencils, basketball hoops, his own hair, boulders, trees, pantyhose, ceremonial tea sets, forks and knives, kettles, and scarves. As of this point in the timeline, he can shoot balls/beams of ki that depends on emotions as well as several variants of a twister.

*Brief Bio: Ranma Saotome was raised to be a man amongst men by his father, a rather amoral thief and coward. After enduring a dozen years of outright insane training, he now resides in the house of his father's friend, Soun Tendo and engaged to his youngest daughter, Akane Tendo. After surviving a lifetime's worth full of jealous rivals, pushy fiancees, manipulative schemers, and magical princes/various supernatural entities of the week, Ranma was whisked to the City.

*Equipment: Anything and everything he can get his hands on.
*Others: He has a phobia towards cats that can result in a berserker state where he has the ability to shred stuff via a cat like motions, ranging anywhere from concrete to wood to even water into shavings. Also changes gender depending on the temperature of water with anything warm/hot for male and cool/cold for female.

[User]
Fawful - Yellow Flag

Fawful spent some time mulling over the Russian woman's words. An extradimensional being taking people from different universes for their own amusement made perfect sense. He'd heard rumors of such things happening before, and truth be told, it's not far off from what he'd do with that kind of power... which raised an interesting point. Killing the viewer was a worthy goal, yes, but odds were about fifty-fifty that it'd actually send people back home, and there was another possibility that was so much more satisfying. Not for the first time, Fawful wondered how such large people could have such tiny ideas.

He'd be back later to look at her collected tech, and told her so before making his exit. There were other things he had to deal with first. He changed his cape into a grey hooded cloak to draw less attention to himself as he walked down the dangerous streets of Roanpur. It was fury-inducing to have to start from the bottom again when conquest was well within his grasp, but it was soothed by the thought of the potential prize involved, like the milk of power undoing the spiciness of the chili of inconvenience. First though, he needed a base, somewhere secure where he could work without possibility of interruption or discovery - and he had a hunch on where something like that might be found. Next he needed some minions, at the least some dumb muscle to do the heavy lifting. Third...

"Eehyeehee!"

Fawful giggled to himself as he plotted and schemed, slipping easily into the shadows of Roanpur.

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Wreck-Gar - Mahora
"Wait, donkeys are monkeys?" said Wreck-Gar, mildly confused by DK's introduction.

"I am Wreck-Gar the Autobot! I am a mecha from some Sentai team I haven't heard about? ...er, what's a sentai?" He was about to ask Nobuo more when something caught his eye.

Decepticons usually flew. Decepticons had a purple emblem. But - and this was the important part - not everything that flew and was purple is a decepticon. After that one kid's birthday party, he'd learned to ask first.
All Twilight Sparkle would know is that the big orange robot stared at her for a minute before suddenly asking, "Hello, flying purple thing; are you a Decepticon?"

[Assistant] "W-w-what's a Sentaaaaai!?" Nobuo screamed out. He marched forward, ignoring the equine from the image boards. He went on a very lengthy rant about just what Sentai is, namely a team of color coded heroes who fight evil and pilot robots in a fast enough pace that'd rival Mankanshoku Mako. However, at the end of the day, it was just a long-winded rant that can otherwise be background noise in the city of Mahora.

[User]
And Thus The Game Begins

As the newcomers slowly acclimated themselves to their exotic settings, the great spiralling Tower that could be seen from any part of the City began to become active. The great bulk somehow began to vibrate, building in both noise and intensity as it spun- slowly at first before picking up speed in its revolution until its great momentum bore into the skyline and space itself to reveal a white void against the darker night sky, like a dimension was fractured to reveal a glimpse into a higher plane. From the contrasting expanse came a large screening of a figure, one that was rather... whimsicial. All that could be seen from his apperance was a humanoid shape, the rest of his body a literal blank space with a question mark floating where a face should be Peering down at the country sized City, the titanic image looked like a god with the entirety of all underneath under His purview.

"Welcome, my Players." A most genteel voice emanated from the skies, soft and yet booming at the same time, each word crystal clear. "As you have no doubt guessed, you all are here to play a Game in this City. And I am He who brought you here, the Viewer. I won't mince any words- you have been brought here only be entertainment. Pieces in a game, as simple as that. You just simply have to survive and reach Me to win, everything else you do in this City will be of your own volition and choices. I expect great things from you all...~" And abruptly as He appeared, the great silhouette blinked away, the sheer whiteness of the space he was previously occupying being swallowed up once more by te blackness of light. For a moment, all was quiet until sheer noise rang out from the City as the other inhabitants reacted to the mercurial appearance, shifting through the gamut of reactions and generally being turbulent and churning.

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Mahora

"..." Ranma gaped at the man shaped thing that appeared in the sky for a moment before his brows swiftly descended southwards to form an angry slant. "That jackass!" The pigtailed boy gritted his teeth as his ki flared for a bit, illuminating his form in blue tendrils of energy before calming down as he invoked the Soul of Ice, purging the rasher emotions forcibly to keep an even temper. "Hahn..." Putting down the saucer with a careful amount of gentleness, the martial artist attempted to refocus himself and be productive rather than become Ryoga and make a mess of things.

Naturally, his eyes came to rest on the nearby Chinese woman in blue with the eye-catching spiked bracelets considering she was sitting at the same table and had mentioned him. Deciding he should at least introduce himself to someone in the group before he gained a dumb nickname again (he had prior experiences with such), the crimson clad took the lead. "Heya, the name's Saotome Ranma." Naturally, Chun-Li gave him a good impression by being 1) a martial artist that knew her stuff judging by appearance, 2) rather levelheaded compared to the martial artist kooks back home, and 3) keeping an eye out on the psychopath that was making trouble earlier. "Guess this is our ragtag group, eh? Kinda fitting for someone like me." Making a joke at his own expense, the teen jerked a thumb to himself and gave a bit of a self-deprecating smile, wondering not for the first time how he kept on getting into situations like this.

Chao for her part looked a tad more serious than she generally did after the appearance of the Viewer's broadcast, her face set in an undefinable expression that bordered on frowning but not quite. "And it has started again..." Muttering this under her breath, she took a glance at the group before reverting back to her cheshire like grin once more. "In any case, if any of you'd like, there's quite a bit of empty rooms here in the campus since Mahora was sucked into the City during summer vacation." Taking out a tray that filled with various keys, the owner of the eatery gestured to the things. "Please feel free to pick up a key and requisition a dorm room since this'll be your home base for the moment. I can't in good conscious let you sleep out in the open." The Chinese girl said, being rather helpful simply because she wanted to be. "Tomorrow will be the first challenge, so I'd rather you all be comfortable and well rested before you tackle the day."

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Roanapur

Looking out the window, the normally stoic Balalaika's face turned rather feral- like a wolf that was hungry and wanted to rip out its prey's throat. "You heard the Viewer. Be good gladiators and put on a good show." Waving a hand, the group of Russian mercenaries scattered about te bar grouped together about their leader and made their way out of the establishment with her in the lead. "Lots of blood will likely need spilling in the near future. We'll keep in touch, and I'll be asking for help in the future from you... fine people... " With that sarcastic drawl, the tall Hotel Moscow leader disappeared into a waiting limousine which soon drove off into the distance. Roanapur itself was now in a frenzied state that was half fearful and half greedy. Opportunities would no doubt appear very soon that would be full of either boons or perils like other such times when Players arrived in the City, where common sense and logic flew away due to the whims of a bored god.


[System]
Runan Isles Savior Corps

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Established in the wake of Westwel's destruction, the Runan Isles Savior Corps is by no means the most impressive program on Illun, but it's well-funded and well-run by a few survivors of Westwel's own Corps.

Character Info

Name – Besca Darroh
Age – 35
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Originally from Westwel, Besca Darroh has been around Saviors her entire life. Her grandfather had helped fell the Modir who would become "Dragon," and her father had headed Westwel's burgeoning Savior program. She met dozens of pilots, watched as their connection to the Modir ate away at their minds and bodies. Other nations treated their pilots like a resource to be burned through, kept at arm's length in all but public affairs. Besca, however, went out of her way to engage with Westwel's pilots and even piloting candidates, caring after them with a degree of humanity which was, frankly, missing in the programs of other nations. Her methods were derided as frivolous and naïve by her peers, but the pilots appreciated it, which, to her, was all that mattered.

She lost many things in Westwel's fall; her home, her father, her friends, and no small piece of her faith in humanity, but ironically enough she didn't lose her job. When Runa took in her country's refugees, and subsequently acquired their first Savior, they came to the last living member of Westwel's program for help in founding their own.

Nowadays, Besca doesn't often involve herself in the politics of the program. Technically speaking she isn't even chief of operations—a position occupied by the Runan government—but rather, her duties revolve around "pilot maintenance." While she hasn't lost her desire to make life easier for the pilots, she isn't nearly as incorrigibly optimistic or sunny as she once was.

Character Info

Name – Dahlia St. Senn
Age – 18
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Dahlia was a toddler when her home was destroyed by the Modir, spirited away from Westwel in the arms of a family friend. She spent the first fourteen years of her life in the quiet, lakeside town of Hovvi. She was, like many children, absolutely enthralled by the Saviors, so when she tested positive and was whisked away into orbit, Dahlia thought her dream had come true. She missed her friends, and her adoptive father, but this was her opportunity to do something important. This was her chance to help.

She had no idea.

Runa's Savior, Dragon, had not been phased by a single pilot until Dahlia entered the cockpit. With its potential finally unleashed, she was able to end invasions within minutes—which was crucial, because she couldn't remain connected for much longer than that before the giant's neural regeneration reached critical levels.

Dahlia has become Runa's WMD, and as such, she actually doesn't pilot as much as she did before R.I.S.C. acquired its two other Saviors. Besca has become rather protective of her, not wanting to risk putting her in situations where she may be forced to over-exert herself, or risk being overtaken.

Character Info

Name – Hadrian Ghaust
Age – 38
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

Hadrian Ghaust is Helburke personified. He is strong, unrelenting, stoic to a chilling degree, and utterly devastating in the cockpit. Ghaust is also a veteran pilot, having commanded the Savior Marrowman in service of the Helburken crown for 20 years, and despite a phasing speed so slow that he rarely deigns to use his magic at all, he was well on his way to becoming one of his country's most accomplished pilots.

However, Ghaust's priority has always been the fight against the Modir, and Helburke's clamor for political power is something he viewed with silent disdain. To him, using Saviors to settle diplomatic disputes isn't just wasteful, it's shameful. So, when Helburke ordered him to bring Marrowman to bear against the newly-risen Runa's Dragon, he refused. When, then, he was given the ultimatum of going through with the duel or forfeiting his rank and position, he looked his general in the eye, ripped the pilot's medal from his collar, and left his home behind.

Overnight Ghaust was made a Pariah in Helburke, and his home turned against him. He was forced to leave, and though several foreign programs sought him out, Ghaust denied them all, even passing up a pilot's seat in Eusero. Instead, he went straight to the burgeoning program in Runa, who was more than happy to take him.

Character Info

Name – Safie Calhan
Age – 22
Affiliation – R.I.S.C.

R.I.S.C.'s newest pilot, Safie has spent the past year earning her place at Dahlia and Ghaust's sides. Born and raised in Runa's largest city, Queenshand, Safie was one of countless starry-eyed youths who dreamed of the day she'd get to step inside the cockpit of a Savior. A positive connection-test put her on the path, but it was the months upon months of personal training, rigorous study, and nights spent running sims until dawn that pulled her ahead of the other aspirants. With a phase potential speed just above average, she was a perfect fit between Runa's other two pilots.

While Dahlia has accrued something of a heroic mythos about her, she's often reclusive and hesitant to make many public appearances. Safie on the other hand loves to meet the people she's helping, be that with personal visits, answering fan-mail, or simply getting her hands dirty cleaning up after the messier invasions. Some see her approach as distinctly Euseran, but Safie didn't become a pilot for the attention, she became a pilot because it was the right thing to do.

Character Info

Name – Lucis Abroix
Age – 25
Affiliation – Casoban, on loan to the R.I.S.C.

Casoban's sole effort to save Westwel, while ultimately futile, planted the seeds of goodwill between it and Runa. Casoban has always lived in the influential shadows of Helburke and Eusero, but allied with Runa, the two manage a strong presence on the world stage.

As a show of solidarity, Casoban has even begun sending a Savior of its own as backup to Runa's invasions. Enter: Lucis Abroix.

Lucis is perhaps one of Casoban's most beloved pilots, despite having only a handful of deployments to his name. Handsome, personable, with a poetic flare and the voice of an angel, many people back home already consider him the face of Casoban's Savior program—a role he is more than happy to play. Lucis makes regular public appearances, seemingly never missing an opportunity to espouse his love for the beauty of the world, and his burning desire to protect it from the Modir.

[User]
The long period of silence shook Quinn.

His smile had gone. He'd stopped talking. He'd shut the door. She was getting really nervous now. Nervous that she'd done something wrong. That she'd given him the wrong answer. Her heart began to race as he walked over to her and sat down just next to her. Her eye was wide and scared.

And then he'd started to speak.

She'd never really heard much about Westwel. Besca had talked about it a little every now and then, but it was obvious that she didn't ever really want to. That it hurt her to talk about it. And the last thing Quinn wanted to do was make Besca upset.

It was awful. Horrible. So terrible she almost forgot to breathe. Nineteen million people. It was no wonder Doctor Follen had taken some time to work up to it. It no doubt hurt him just as much as it did Besca; he was just better at covering it up, wasn't he?

But it was fitting he'd mentioned a lightning bolt. Because the final question he'd asked..."The Modir attacked you. Why do you believe that is your fault, and not theirs?"...it hit her like that selfsame bolt.

"Because I—"

She paused. Thinking over the question. Why? Why? Why did she believe it was her fault? Well, because...because...because it just was. Her face was drawn and pale by the time she spoke again. "...They...they were only there for me. If I hadn't..." She trailed off again, voice miserable. Why? Why? Why?

"If I..."

She dropped her head into her hands, muffling her voice. "I don't know," she finally said, almost as though it had been dragged out of her. "I don't know why it's my fault. It just..." She grappled desperately against herself and the guilt that infested her, trying to force herself to understand what Doctor Follen was talking about, what revelation he'd found after the fall of Westwel.

And, evidently, not succeeding very well at it.

"...It just..."

But still, she was...shaken. Why hadn't she blamed the Modir? She didn't understand. Shouldn't they have been the first on the chopping block?

But they weren't. Ablaze wasn't. The swordsman wasn't. Because she knew deep down—deadly certain, as sure as she'd ever been about anything, that the one to blame was her. Maybe the Modir had done the damage, it was true. That, at least, wasn't her doing. But if she hadn't been there, they wouldn't have either. And Modir that weren't there didn't destroy a town and kill all of its inhabitants.

She took her hands from her face, but refused to meet Doctor Follen's eyes in favor of staring shamefaced at the ground, wishing she had a better answer.

"...It just...is."

[Assistant]
Follen waited patiently as Quinn foraged her mind for an answer, and showed no signs of surprise when she returned without bounty. She blamed herself, still, and perhaps it was easy to see why. How else was the sole survivor of a tragedy meant to see themselves? How could they be anything less than a lure for destruction?

But Follen still didn't concede. His face betrayed no trace of anger, or disappointment—in fact it was still quite difficult to see any emotion in him, even in his eyes. But there was, perhaps, a comfort there. There was nothing to take hold of in his eyes, no warmth or safety to find, but also no threat, no storm or chill to weather that would necessitate it. He was void. Dark, empty, and very gentle.

"Things being the way they are, 'just because', is the logic of storms and monsters," he said. He got up from his seat and crouched down beside her, low so that he could look up at her downturned eyes. "There is more to your life than the things done to destroy it. To them, there is not. To define yourself by what has happened to you is cruel and unfair. Quinnlash—"

He reached out and placed a hand over hers. His skin was so temperate, even in the warmth of the room, that it felt like little more than a breeze.

"We are not monsters, and we are not guilty. Decide for yourself what you are. Be what you do."

[User]
Quinn was quiet for a long time as she looked into Doctor Follen's gentle eyes. Her own eye betrayed the storm inside her, mind churning and grinding like a broken machine, filling up with sparks and smoke.

Things being the way they are, 'just because', is the logic of storms and monsters.

To define yourself by what has happened to you is cruel and unfair.

She opened her mouth, trying to find something to say. She couldn't; the smoke was just too thick. She closed it again. She knew he was wrong. She knew he was wrong so deep in her gut. But she just...couldn't find a way to explain or justify it. A distant and buried region of her mind clogged with smoke and sparks knew that meant something, but the rest of her overwhelmed it, crushing that part of her beneath an avalanche of renewed guilt.

We are not monsters, and we are not guilty. Decide for yourself what you are. Be what you do.

The smoke cleared, just a little. The sparks spat out the smallest bit less furiously, and that distant, muffled piece of her whispered into her ear as though from a great distance: be what you do.

And then again, still just that frail whisper, but persistent, insistent. Drag light into the future, no matter how dark. Set the night ablaze.

She took in a slow, shuddering breath, completely oblivious to the fact that tears were starting to creep down her cheek as her brain collided with itself. She knew she was at fault. That feeling of being at fault—that knowledge that she was at fault—crashed into that idea that what had been done to her and to Hovvi didn't reflect on her, but on the Modir that were hunting her. It seemed so easy. If she thought of it logically, she knew it was true. But still, that guilt bit into her ankles and dragged her down into the muck.

She suddenly realized she was crying almost dazedly—when had that started?—and as she sat up straight, or at least straighter, she swiped an arm across her eye. The crushing despair loosened. But...it still hung over her. Not as lethally, but more than enough to keep the weight pressing down. Like a wire around her neck that was still choking her, even if she could breathe now.

"I'm being stupid, aren't I," she mumbled through the lump in her throat. "I'm sorry...I'll—I'll try harder."

[Assistant]
He stayed there, crouched, for a long time while she worked through her thoughts. In the end it seemed the guilt had not left her, not entirely. But her composure was returning bit by bit, and that was, by any stretch, a marked improvement.

"No, darling, no. You aren't stupid at all, and you need not apologize to me, nor try any harder, for anyone's sake but your own. The Board may see these evaluations as tests of your worth, but I do not—and I don't report them as such. We are here for you, and no one else."

Letting go of her hand, he stood back up and made his way back to the other side of his desk. "Why don't we call that it for the day, hm? What you've said, and what I hope you've heard, is more than enough. You did very well—even if you won't admit that to yourself. I'm proud of you."

As if to make his point, he flipped the notebook shut, and smiled at her. Suddenly, all of the warmth returned to him. "Is there anything else on your mind? Anything more I can help you with? Please, never hesitate to ask."


[System]
Nickname:
Race: Canid anthropomorph
Age: 160
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Proportionality:
Weight: 440lbs
Height: 7.5ft
Frame: Ferrer is tall and somewhere between thin and muscled, his body is incredibly matter-dense, so it's very solid, and very heavy. The right-hand side of him is severely burned, leaving his skin exposed due to scarification, his entire right arm up to the shoulder is missing, replaced with a prosthetic powered by a combination of kinetic energy derived from the movement in the rest of his body and some ambient magic energy. His right eye is also artificial, however in this case it is entirely magical, the eyeball itself has no substance and Ferrer uses the space to hide a very small emergency bomb, which can be fired when he winks with his left eye. He dresses in simple, functional clothes of earthen tones, all treated to resist extreme heat. His outermost garment is a huge greatcoat, which conceals most of him, along with a stetson.
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Personality: Ferrer's demeanour is generally calm, however when provoked, he can fly into terrible rages from which it can be impossible to remove him until it burns out of its own accord. He has an extreme dislike of cajolery, and prefers a clear conversation to insinuations.

Job: Ferrer is an artisan, he creates devices of varying types and sells them wherever he is able to. He also does research into the nature of the world around him.

Fighting Style: Ferrer fights heavily using weapons that create an area of effect, such as explosives, gases, concussive weapons and heavy armaments like hammers.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Hellfire Bomb - part technology, part magic, this bomb creates a massive blast that burns anything within its radius with flames that do not go out. Ferrer is immune to this.
Sisyphus' Hammer - tied to Ferrer's berserker rage, the longer he wields this hammer, the heavier it gets.
Pepperpot - this small hand cannon fires heavy, regular explosives. The magazines are larger on the inside.
Red Right Hand - Ferrer's right arm is capable of expelling gases of various kinds, including a flammable gas, which can be ignited to create a burning blade.

Gadgets: Clips for Pepperpot that can be used as remote mines, with a receiver for same. Small set of vibrating knives.

Armors/Outfits See above in general description.

Weight Class: Heavy

Awakening: Sphere of Needles - when Ferrer is able to activate this ability, anything that comes within a span of 26 feet of him experiences pain, which increases in intensity the closer they get to Ferrer.

Pros- Ferrer is analytical and swift thinking in battle, and is not above injuring himself for the sake of winning. He is also very open with people once he trusts them.

Cons- Ferrer's trust is hard earned, and once lost is even harder to regain, if it ever can be. His berserk rages will sometimes overpower all his reasoning.

Racial Strengths- Ferrer is abnormally resistant to damage, thanks to the density of his body and the power that flows through it, though he is mostly unable to tap the latter.

Racial Weaknesses- Blows to the forehead are particularly uncomfortable for Ferrer, and while he usually wears headgear to mitigate the worst of it, a blow to even this is enough to stun him for several seconds.

Background: Ferrer is a 'close mark' of Ferrer Seraph, one generated by the resonance of the world he finds himself in when his progenitor passed close by, metaphysically speaking. Since arriving, he has lived largely as a recluse, travelling as much as his body will allow him. In that time, he acquired the damage to his body, after the experimental prototype of the Hellfire Bomb failed. He found himself awakening to the care of Cassius and Monica, his body made mostly whole again by Monica's hard work.
His work on the island encompassed many buildings, including a workshop and forge for himself, and a place to sort salvage washed up onto the island.

[User]
Ferrer entered the examination room quietly, his face very guarded. He looked over the now awakened individuals, and heaved a sigh, his expression relaxing somewhat. He burped into his hand, having wolfed down the steak Cas had given him.

'Excuse me.' He spoke softly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation now taking place. He looked over the newcomers once more, taking note of their body language, their reactions to his entrance, and the ambient energies around each. He understood many of the emotions going through them, having experienced a lot of his own emotional turmoil throughout his lifetime on this planet, and more specifically this island.

His roving eye fell particularly hard on the pair of women who were somewhat entangled. Their energies had touched before, Ferrer could have seen the bond if they were sitting on opposite sides of the room. He chuckled softly. Their being together would hopefully help with their settling in. If, on the other hand they made trouble together...Ferrer looked a little deeper. After a moment, he concluded that he should be able to handle it. He took a seat, still mostly silent.

[Assistant]
"Correction there buddy." Naisha stated at Cassius shaking her head in disagreement." What you describe is known in my world as a normal demon. I'm not a normal demon... this is my body and each sees me like this." She stated, pointing a finger at her horns and her tail." I did what i had to to turn it into demonic one, I can hide it with spells, but I don't want to." She finished her explanation.

 "So basically we all got dragged here from our points of death, by this Clysmian enitity to do who knows what?" She summerized the whole explanation and sighed with a smile, wrapping her arms around Alex's neck once more, bringing herself more into Alex's lap, sitting comfortably in it." Of course you won't find a logical explanation for it... whenever a deity grade entity is involved, things don't make sense. Those... presences or however you would call them operate on their own logic... If this Clsmian wants the sky to turn green it may just..."

 "Why would I want to leave this world and return to a place that's already fated to meet the end times in about two to three years?" Naisha asked eventually with very evil smile on her face." That world will face end times, I have no need to return there. I already killed everyone who caused harm to MY Alex..." Naisha said softly, running a few fingers across the red head's cheek." The end times will deal with those who simply turned their backs at the injustices." She added with a smile." As long as Alex is here, this is where I need and want to be!"

 "Ahh yes... I guess non mages can never fully understand the joy... the pleasure... the thrill of having so much raw power surge through your body, the world obeying your desires. It's like having the power to rul over creation itself." Naisha explained, lickign her lips." But nothing beats the sensation of slowly turning someone's body into charchoal and then to dust. To sense their heart stop, to taste their fear~ you know people who have complexes of being indestructable make for hte best meals~"

 "On the topic of meals... I need raw heart... even animal would do..." Naisha suddenly stated." Actually from now on just whenever meat is involved don't cook it for me. I need it raw and bloody... if the hearts are there even better."

[User]
Monica blinked at Naisha's description. "Like... a Controlled Scientific experiment? Like Alchemy...?" She somewhat pictured Naisha brewing magic at a bench with beakers and chuckled a bit... and then she really thought about it... She just wasn't capable like anyone around her. "Magic sounds a bit dangerous... Which seems why so few are actually capable..." She mused as she set a finger over her lips. "I remember my mother spoke of a women she encountered called 'The Baroness'... There are many stories about her... Buuuut... Every Story has some form on influence in many cultures... On my home world, we simply call her 'Daskra'... It means 'The Beyonder'." She chuckled before setting her cup down, looking at Ferrer and giving a light pet on his head, even if shakily.

"As for your... Demonic being..." Monica scrunched her eyes somewhat, trying to roll "Demonic Being" with ease on her tongue. "I have not the slightest clue... But it sounds like a difference of fundamentals... Like how gravity differs planet to pancake."

"Like how your cooking Differs compared to mine?" Roy smirked.
"Shut up Roy..." Monica glared somewhat. She looked back to the mighty Seraph.

"I also... Know very little about Seraphs such as him... But I just know you're all in very safe company... albeit a bit..." She frowned internally, she pictured Cassius wedged between Ferrer and Roy on what looked like a Pallet, meanwhile her being all alone. Of course this was only when Cassius was younger... "Clingy I want to say...?" Monica chuckled. "Cassius is..." She did not want to seem offensive twords anyone, but... he was out of the room. "He is a bit... Eccentric..." She felt her eyes shift to Maria, then Ferrer, she mentally crawled under her desk as if it were a Fallout shelter.

"By that I mean... He is a REALLY intelligent person, incredibly so... But he is very... stand off like... And so he basically has two glorified... Bodyguards..." She chuckled, almost saying "Pets."

"I thought you were about to call us his boyfriends." Roy joked, somewhat nudging Ferrer... He could just feel Maria glaring through her sunhat, daggers for eyes, and seven times as sharp as diamond.

"Might as well be..." Monica giggled.

"I mean, you were thinking it. Or something like that... Maybe?" Roy smirked as he tilted his head.
"Shouldn't you keep an eye on your boyfriend?" Monica said jokingly.
"He isn't my-"
Monica shoved what was basically a cookie into his mouth... She made sure Roy had the Chocolate, and spared Ferrer it... Last thing she needed to do was prepare anti-diarrhea based medicine.

"Oooh... I forgot to introduce him... This is Ferrer, and Roy. The Stuffed Animal is Roy... This Muscular one... Is Ferrer... So it is hard to mix them up... and I am Monica... A Doctor, and a farmer. But... I will keep in mind you want your food uncooked..." She shuttered. "So... You address Alex like... What is... Are you two..."

Roy coughed. "Lesbiannnns~" Cough.

"Roy." Monica scolded before looking over the red headed women with the cynbernetic arm. "You two are not forgotten about by the way... Just... You're all reaaallly quiet..."

Cassius swayed back in somewhat. He noticed the Felinoid. "There you are. Come to take in the sight? Welcome to Luyay."

[Assistant]
Itzal jumped slightly, realizing he had been noticed.

"Is... This some sort of planet?" He managed to ask, his crimson eyes taking in the grand sunset. "It's... Beautiful regardless..." He muttered, his tail swishing as a sign that he was relaxed. However, he wondered if he should be so relaxed, he still had no regard to where he was, despite how gorgeous and serene it was, and if he was in danger. Not that he could sense any threatening magic around, he heaved a sigh. It couldn't be the afterlife, if it was... His brother would be here as well. He glanced over to Cassius. "What sort of plane is this?" He wondered, more than actually asking straight out. "Are..." He found that he couldn't actually say the phrase "Are we dead?" He felt like a coward for not being able to ask a simple question, even if he didn't want to know the exact answer.

Itzal shook his head, "I suppose I already know the answer though..." He whispered, his ears lowering slightly as he chuckled bitterly.

[User]
Maria just Chuckled in bemusement at the New Comers Reactions, taking note of what Itzal just said. "In a Sense I suppose you are in another time and place but you aren't so the Answer is a Resounding....Maybe but not quite. Are you familiar with the Concept of There being Multiple Universes out there that could potentially hold alternate versions of your respective worlds where things might have gone a bit...differently so to speak. I remember Bene Mother Alva told me a Story about how in her youth two Drifters appeared, Both Claiming to be the Same Person but Both had Vastly Different Histories and Worlds that were Similar up to a point before divergent qualities could be observed in their stories. My Point being is that we honestly can't give you a concise answer since you are perfectly alive on our world and yes. This World is a Planet, we may not be able to reach the Stars but we still have Astronomy." She said as she sipped her tea.

Helena took it all in as she finished her steak, "What's a Bene Mother?" she asked, taking a sip of her tea.

"Oh that's a simple one, a Bene Mother is the Eldest and Usually Most Powerful Witchbreed in a Coven. Bene Mother Alva was the One who taught me to Hone my Craft and acted as a Mentor to me growing up, She's now Free though wandering the Spirit Wilds." Maria says with a Wistful Tone. "However that's not Important." Maria says as she Dismisses the Thought.

[Assistant]
'The most important fact of the situation is that you are here now,' Ferrer spoke up, his tail swishing to and fro as he pondered his next sentence. 'Whatever it is that you plan to do here, whether you call it a second chance, an afterlife, reincarnation, it makes little matter; I try to keep things peaceful here. I do not like fighting, I do not like the person I am when I fight. I would like, if possible, to get along with you all.'

He turned to Roy. 'It remains a mystery to me how Roy and I get along sometimes, but we manage well enough.' He grinned, revealing an almost unsettlingly large amount of teeth.


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: A small-framed young woman of Scottish descent, Rachel is unassuming, relatively short and mediocre in terms of beauty. She has long and wavy brown hair and eyes of pretty much the exact same color. There are little to no distinguishable marks on her body. No tattoos, scars or freckles, for example. Rachel dresses casually most of the time, never having to wear anything fancy in her experience. Simple shirts and sweaters coupled with a pair of secondhand leggings are her go-to outfit. It is worth mentioning that most of her clothes are stolen from thrift shops.

Backstory: Rachel was born in Wichita, Kansas and it was her birthplace that earned her the middle name that she's so ashamed of these days. Her parents were middle-class average Joe's and the family got by rather comfortably without much luxuries. Tragedy struck when she reached the age of 16, however. Upon driving home from having dinner at Rachel's favorite restaurant, they were suddenly blinded by a great flash of light, causing them to lose control of the car and crash headlong into a truck coming the other way. Rachel was fortunate enough to survive the crash with minimal injuries. Her parents had not. Now orphaned and with a lack of immediate relatives, she was left in the care of a local orphanage.

Her time in the orphanage was, for lack of a better word, lonely. Rachel found few friends in her fellow orphans; on the contrary, she was practically an outcast, being called 'creepy', a 'freak' and 'possessed by a demon'. Wait, what? A demon? Yes, during these arduous times, Rachel had materialized a Stand, but her teenage mind didn't know the concept of a Stand, let alone her non-Stand user peers. Fearing that this demon of hers would bring her and others more calamity, she ran away from the orphanage after stealing $500 from the supervisors.

The world wasn't kind to poor old Rachel. She had to get by living in abandoned spaces and doing oddjobs, becoming a wandering hermit. But as a plus side, she was given plenty of time to get used to her demon. An encounter with someone possessing the same powers helped in that. She learned that what she had was called a Stand and it was pretty much her soul given form. Life didn't really change for Rachel upon the revelation. She now had self-defense, but that was about it. A few more years she spent hopping from town to town until one day, she happened into Angel Springs.

For some reason, she felt as if she was meant to be here.

Likes: Southern-style food, sunsets, peace and quiet, dogs, street art, tall dark handsome men

Dislikes: Her middle name, cigarette smoke, the police, being scared, being pressured

Powers: Wichita possesses a Stand, which manifested itself when she was 16 years old. However, she would only be aware that it was a Stand and actually started to master it 2 years later.

Stand Name: 「SHINEE」

Stand Appearance: SHINee is a lean, androgynous, humanoid Stand, resembling a fighter plane pilot. Its body is mainly chrome-blue with black racing streaks across its arms. This Stand tends to stick close to Rachel, protecting her with its abilities.

Stand Type: Long-Distance

Destructive Power: C

Speed: A

Range: B

Durability: D

Precision: B

Development Potential: C

In-Depth Abilities: SHINee's powers are based upon light. It can produce blinding flashes of light in short pulses with 1 second intervals OR a constant emittance for up to 10 seconds, produce minute beams capable of mildly scarring flesh (but still fatal to the eyes) and even travel to a position at at an unknown speed at least leagues more than the speed of sound. While traveling at 'probably light speed' (referred by Rachel as PLS), it is also able to take Rachel with it to blink short distances or cover huge distances in a matter of seconds. This possibly making her the fastest woman in the universe. However, even if she can move at these speeds, she lacks the reflexes and focus for it; constant high-speed dashing makes her incredibly nauseous. SHINee is semi-autonomous. It can act outside its user's will to preserve their shared existence, but even it can only do so much. In terms of physical strength, SHINee's isn't one to write home about, nothing dramatically different from the average human's punching power and is pathetically frail (just like its owner). But how would you like a hundred punches coming at you at the speed of sound?

[User]
Reinhardt was watching what was going on with amazement in his face on what he was seeing,"A stand user...i thought..their would not be others like me in this place..." The finely dressed man said watching the other man searching for a woman whom he believed he had saw before this fight.

When he was asking someone where the woman was the older man was frozen for the time being,He wondered something if this stand user was looking for this woman who might be another stand user and he was going to kill her.Of course if this was the case then he would have to stop him.

Or perhaps he was over thinking things and should just stay out of their way and not get involved.

[Assistant]
Rodger hadn't even gotten his menu yet when the woman walked in. His eyes followed her as she crossed the room. Well, not her. Her friend.

That was too bad, he thought. He'd been hoping for a nice lunch but that just wasn't going to happen now. Walking around with your Stand out was like walking down the street with a gun in your hand; you didn't do it unless you had cause to use it. Whenever a Stand showed up, mischief always followed. It was the law of the universe, one he'd learned quickly.

It didn't take long for the peace, as well as the window, to be shattered. Rodger ducked his head low along with most of the patrons as the restaurant erupted in screams, keeping focused on the open window to try and get a good idea of what was happening. He didn't see much. It was all over almost as soon as he started watching. Curiously, and to escape the cacophony inside the restaurant, he drew himself up and crunched across the busted glass scattered on the floor. Looming out of the window into the fresh air he saw dead men littering the street and the one who was responsible tending to his wounded comrade. He reached into his back back pocket for a packet of seeds, thumbing one into his palm. The dead men he couldn't do anything for, but maybe...

There was no need though. It a moment the young man was mended back together, good as new. Rodger sighed with relief, placing the seed on the windowsill as the Kaiser Chief stood. The Kaisers were okay in his book. They'd done his neighborhood more than a few good turns, kept peace in this city in their own way. He held them in the highest esteem. Their reputation was such that if they had killed these men outside there must have been a good reason for it, though the cops probably wouldn't be nearly as understanding.

[User]
Rachel nodded silently at the kind and burly man. Inside, she was kicking herself. That was a disservice to him, pushing him away so uncouthly. It would be unwise, however, to dwell on that thought for long. She walked away from the barbershop quartet of unusual men. Well, duo of normal men and one unusual man. She wasn't sure if this was Shinee influencing her again, but Rachel had some disconcerting questions about this buff man. Why was he so buff? What was his training routine? When did he start lifting for him to still look so young now? why was he confronting a group of other men who were visibly armed?

Wait, what?

A chain of bloody events unfolded before her. A gunshot was fired at the dude that hit on Rachel earlier. Super Buff Teen then recklessly charged at them with his bare fists, yellow lightning coming from them. By diverting the barrels of the gangsters' guns, he made them shoot each other in the head, inadvertently shattering the window she had been peering in. Rachel knew something was off about that man. If he could do this, who knew what he could do...to her?

Fearing for her safety, the girl with the brown hair began to run in a random direction, anywhere that took her away from the scene of the crime. This was high-key murder; cops would sic them at a moment's notice. And that would be terrible for Rachel. Her running was backed up with Shinee's super speed, so within a couple of seconds, she was inexplicably at the rooftop of a building. From here, she could still see the Golden Peking, but the important thing was, those there couldn't. Unless they have binoculars or super eyesight or something. Rachel was safe, for now. Except...Feeling around her, she realized that she left something.

Her duffel bag. With all her stolen clothes and stolen money.

FUCK.