[System]
Age:
20

Magic:
Drill Magic
A magic that allows the user to rapidly spin their body, or just individual parts such as limbs or digits. Drill Magic can allows the user to move quicker and even fly when used properly, as well as actually drilling through solid objects. The rapid spinning motion adds more power and speed behind attacks. Enough spin can even turn a simple attack deadly.

Magic Level:
B

History:
Beatrix Valente was born to Miguel and Janet Valente. Both Dark Mages of the guild White Hydra. Along with the title of Dark Mage, Beatrix inherited her father's Drill Magic and strength. While she was being raised and trained to be a Dark Mage, she was being raised in the guild alongside a young Maddox Colburn. The two were born several days apart and the only two children in the guild, so it was inevitable they eventually befriended each other. Only this was after Maddox was initiated as a Dark Mage, as she didn't care for him while he was still a slave child.

While Maddox only pretended to enjoy his future career, Beatrix actually did want to become a Dark Mage like her parents. Due to their similar age and their friendship, they often worked together as kids when out on illegal jobs. At ten years old, Janet Valente was ambushed by the Magic Council and was accidentally killed when she resisted. This left Beatrix with only her father as family, though she viewed the other members of White Hydra as family. As she was a few days younger than Maddox, Beatrix was more or less considered the baby of the guild, so it was clear that the others were close with her as well.

Her general life of crime and sin came to a screeching halt when she was eighteen. While out performing an assassination job with two other guild members, Maddox destroyed the entire White Hydra guild and all those inside it. Including her father. When the small team returned to find the guild hall destroyed and all the dead bodies in the ocean, they were totally shocked and blindsided. It took some time to discover the culprit was Maddox, as he was the only one unaccounted for among the dead. While the other two surviving White Hydra members decided to call it quits, having no friends or guild to turn to anymore, Beatrix decided to stay as a Dark Mage by herself and avenge her father's death.

The years after this have been spent trying to find Maddox Colburn. Of course, a life of lawlessness has led the Dark Mage to live like an outlaw. Constantly stealing things she needs to survive and simply breaking into homes to find places to sleep. Her journey to find Maddox was mostly dead ends and useless information, but several months ago she happened upon an old copy of the Weekly Sorcerer, which featured Maddox inside it. Discovering that he belonged to the famous guild Phoenix Wing, Beatrix crumpled the magazine and made her way to Magnolia.

Personality:
Full of energy and brash, even somewhat vain. And of course: highly aggressive. These are all ways to describe Beatrix. Her generally volatile behavior is perfectly accompanied by the fact she has a constant desire to break rules and laws. She is prone to do as such on mere whims, ranging from simple boredom to having one of her angry fits. While she is headstrong and not much of a thinker, she does have common sense and the capability to think before acting. This is just a rare occurrence, not a totally impossible feat. She has a soft spot for sour candies and cute animals, but not much else. Though generally despicable in her acts, she does have a strong sense of family and friendship. It's just that she has so far had family and friends of immoral aptitude, and she has thus followed suit. General anarchy is her favorite environment and she will often make the effort to change the environment around her to fit that quota.

Team Members:
None. Not like any would really want to join forces with Beatrix anyways.

Three Strengths:

1. If Beatrix has one thing going for her, it's her raw physical power. She hits like a truck.

2. The versatility of her magic allows her great ease for navigating difficult environments.

3. Quite speedy, even without her magic. Fast and agile.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

2. A little too quick to act. Brash.

3. A tendency to focus on only one thing at a time.

Greatest Love:
Sour Candy

Motivation:
To destroy the man that killed her father and ruined her life.

Appearance:

Beatrix stands at an unimpressive height of 5' 9", making her middle-of-the-road in stature. Her clothing choice varies often, but she typically prefers to wear a style similar to that depicted in the image above (short shorts, revealing tops, etc). She almost always wears tall, black boots with black laces and her signature greaves. She has a black guild mark on the right side of her right thigh, about midway up. While travelling or outdoors in general, she often conceals herself in a purple hooded cloak to help evade unwanted recognition.

Additional Details:
Beatrix Valente has a standing bounty of 200,000 Jewel in just one of the towns she has a bounty in, given to her by the mayor of Regala, the town that White Hydra used to bully the most before its destruction. She is wanted in several cities and towns across Fiore for infractions ranging from petty theft to aggravated assault to vandalism and even destruction of property. Regala is the only town she has charges for murder in. The Magic Council is yet to post its own warrant for her arrest. And of course: theme song.

Supplementary List of Spells
Note: All foes hit with any of her spinning attacks will also be spun themselves. The sheer power behind each blow makes blocking a difficult and painful task, but successful blocks or simply being strong enough allows a victim to resist the spinning effect.

Drill Magic: Breaker Fist - A powerful haymaker punch with the influence of her magic. Her arm spins rapidly as she makes the punch, adding to the pure power and speed behind it. Enough power, in fact, to break steel.

Drill Magic: Swiveling Blast - Similar to the above spell, only performed with a wide kick rather than a punch. Even more powerful than her Breaker Fist with slightly more reach, but also somewhat slower to perform.

Drill Magic: Spinning Propulsion - By rapidly spinning her lower body, Beatrix propels herself through the air. This allows her to move even faster than running and she can even fly like this. It must be noted that she cannot hover like this, as she always has forward momentum. This can be used to add even more force behind her attacks as well as for maneuvering around her environment. She can make her entire body spin to go even faster, though this limits her attacks to only charging directly at a foe to cause damage.

Drill Magic: Air Burst - Beatrix rapidly spins her arms after putting her hands together directly in front of herself, facing an enemy. After spinning her arms for a moment, gathering the air around her and spinning that along with her arms, she shoots the spinning, compressed air at her foe by splitting her arms apart. Her only form of ranged attack, and it retains the same power as any of her regular strikes. However, due to being a different composition, it has different ways to get around it. Moves at high speed and is actually quite wide.

Drill Magic: Burrowing Mole - By rapidly spinning either her lower body or both arms above her head, Beatrix can actually function like a drill and easily carve a path through the ground. Her drilling capability allows her to easily go through stone, and go through steel with difficulty. Hitting an opponent while using this spell has a different effect compared to the other ones. While her other attacks inflict blunt force trauma, this attack is actually "sharp" and will not only cut opponents but can completely impale them.

Supplementary Combat Details
Martial Art Style:
Beatrix doesn't use a named art as he form of melee combat. Rather, she uses her own self-developed style that is reminiscent of Western Boxing, placing an emphasis of a combination of light and quick strikes to open up an opponent to a heavy, hard-hitting blow. While her most common form of striking comes from her fists, her most powerful strikes are from her legs. Her leg power makes her sweeps highly effective when she uses them. While her martial art is unnamed and self-taught, it has been proven to be of a comparable status to the more traditional fighting styles.

Aside from the basic striking plan mentioned before, Beatrix's body actually has a lot of motion in her fighting stance. This allows her to bob and weave around attacks with greater ease, allowing follow-up strikes and counters. When it comes to defense, her preference is to dodge rather than to block. But she keeps her arms in and will block attacks that are aimed toward her face/head and attacks aimed toward her center of mass (with her legs more so than her arms). The general rule of her combat style: quick upper-body movements and strikes, strong lower body blocks and strikes. Due to her natural strength, and especially when amplified by her Drill Magic, even her light jabs have respectable power. Much how her style is unnamed, she has no named techniques to attribute to her martial art.

Supplementary Records
Criminal Record:
Her rap sheet has no shortage of marks. Cities and towns all over Fiore have her name on file for various crimes committed in their territories by Beatrix. The most common crimes being theft, aggravated assault, and vandalism, though she has committed far more than just those. It should be noted that she does have several murder charges related to assassination jobs of the past, though those are few and far between. Different cities have different bounties for her capture, with the highest being 200,000 Jewel in the town of Regala, and a cumulative bounty of 376,000 Jewel. Despite her "impressive" records, no actions have been taken against her by the Magic Council.

The Weekly Sorcerer:
Beatrix was featured in a brief article on up-and-coming Dark Mages that are potential threats to how magic is perceived but also don't belong to a guild. She was only mentioned by name without listing any deeds or providing any pictures.

[User]
Sayuri thought hard. It had been a long time since she had actually been to the archive room, "It's in the lower half of the building, I'm pretty sure the building hangs into an open cavern with water at the bottom... The room is also filled with books, scrools and papers from the library," She looks at Maddox, "That's all I can really remember, It's been forever since Ive actually been in there."

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Masahiko had been standing just outside the council room calming down for about a minute before turning and waking briskly towards the library to help Carrie. As he got closer he heard several loud bangs from down the hall, *'Sounds like Carrie has already gotten started. I'd better hurry,' he breaks into a run. He enters the library as a mage holding two blades throws Carrie into the air. As the other mage charges towards her he takes action. Running forward he reaches Carrie and pulls her back out of the way. He then turns to face the charging mage, gathers electricity around his foot, and kicks him in the chest as hard as he could, "You okay Carrie?" he removes his cape and throws it back the way he'd come, "I like Jamie but this time I can honestly say he has made a major mistake today. So Pheonix Wing mages are you sure you want to do this? Can you face two Council member?"

[Assistant]
**"Because sometimes force is what has to be done. And my Master is never wrong. I'm sorry for this."** Karn said softly, seeing as how he had no choice. He didn't want to, he actually didn't enjoy fighting unless it was for sparing, but Master Rian said if one really believes in something, in the end they have to be willing to fight for it. And Karn believed in them, even if this man didn't believe in them or the young Transformation wizard. The blonde wasn't sure what magic this man had, but he guessed he was about to find out. Quickly, Karn's body shifted into his Chimera form, the creature bigger than that of a horse, long thick tail sweeping to trip the man before lunging to the table.

He changed forms quickly to his human, shoving the book in his bag before changing again into a song bird, making a dive out the door. However there a few Rune Knights around, and he shifted back into a Chimera and barreled them over, though one managed to wrap a rope around his forepaw, causing the massive beast to fall on his side. Roaring, Karn sliced it away with claws. Growling with hackles raised before whipping his long tail against a couple to knock them over. Despite his movements, he was always careful not to hit them too hard, just enough for a knock out.

[User]
Maddox listened intently as Sayuri described the Archive Room. It wasn't much but it was good enough. "That should do," Maddox said, putting a tighter grip on her shoulder as he focused. The two were running towards a hallway but a Rune Knight squad appeared before them, also rushing toward them. "You might want to close your eyes," Maddox suggested, "This will be very disorienting for you." Just as the two were almost within combat range with the Rune Knights, they vanished out of the air. This left the Knights stumbling from their charge and confused.

While Maddox had long been familiar with the sensation of teleportation, Sayuri would undoubtedly not find it to be so casual. They reappeared almost instantaneously further down the hallway, well away from the Knights. The sensation of rushing air and churning insides were the common symptoms, usually creating nausea in the inexperienced, but Maddox didn't even notice. If Sayuri actually kept her eyes closed the symptoms wouldn't be as bad as if she ignored the suggestion. They had hardly reappeared before vanishing again. He was making short teleports in order to keep his bearings and find the Archive. They appeared again further down the hallway before teleporting again into the library. Though only there for a split-second, Maddox identified a possible location as there was a suspect door that had the label of _authorized personnel only_ above it.

They teleported again to the edge of the library, likely being undetected by the four wizards currently duking it out, and then teleported again. They reappeared at the bottom of a stairwell with the sounds of combat echoing from the library. There was a hallway with a doorway at the end in front of them, but in the hallway was a squad of Rune Knights trying to suppress some kind of large creature. The creature's presence felt familiar and Maddox deduced it was Karn, just not disguised as a cat anymore. _This must be it,_ Maddox thought to himself before releasing Sayuri's shoulder. "Hold on a second," he instructed her, beginning to walk past.

At the sound of his voice, the two Rune Knights closest turned their heads to see that two redheads had suddenly appeared behind them. They both were armed with spears and went to aim their weapons at the casually approaching Maddox. However, the mage's hands shot out and grabbed the spears by the shafts, where his superior strength kept the Rune Knights from using them. He yanked down and backwards, pulling them both closer as they refused to release their weapons. As they stumbled towards Maddox he released the spears and jumped straight up, bringing both his legs in tight underneath his body in a crouching-like position.

As the two Rune Knights lined up with Maddox his legs shot out horizontally, kicking them both in the head simultaneously and sending them both sprawling to the ground. They were undoubtedly unconscious, possibly even dead if someone only judged by looks. But Maddox held himself back to avoid the latter possibility. By now the other Rune Knights started to take notice that there were intruders from behind now.


[System]
Approved by Crimmy:
Age: 19

Gender: Male

???: Yes

Skills: Henry Yatogami has mastered the art of fast-assault piloting (aka flying close to his enemy , is average at ranged combat with his HFV, but is a complete noob at hacking/electronic warfare, relying on others of his team to aid him in those matters. Not merely that, but while Henry can do basic repairs to his mech, he prefers the hands of skilled professionals handling it; he trusts them.

Outside of battle, Henry is an athletic person, skilled at swimming, fencing, and track-and-field. He is also average with pistols, as well as rapiers and katanas.

Appearance:

Personality: Henry is a kind person who is generous with his time, sometimes to the point where it can distract him from important matters. Raised with a strong sense of justice and morality, he is also confident in himself, while at the same time believes in the idea of 'True Companions', people who support each other during times of need, inside and outside of battle. Friendly to others, Henry's flaw is that he thinks others should respond to his friendliness in kind, among other 'too-idealistic' leanings. He is also a bit easily infatuated with both genders, but keeps it to himself in order to look calm and reserved.

One thing that would make Henry berserk, however, is the ill-treatment of prisoners; he considers such behavior fitting only for mercenaries and pirates.

History: Henry Yatogami was born in San Francisco, to a family involved in military research. Although possessing only basic knowledge of the hard sciences, his childhood interest in piloting ensured that he would follow in the footsteps of his parents in a roundabout way, trying to develop his body and mind to the levels required of a good pilot; Kendo and Fencing helped in this; clubs for both were regularly available in San Francisco. At the same time, though, his parents were having...major differences with their military sponsors; Henry's father, Hiroki Yatogami, had claimed to detect signals of extraterrestrial origin, and his wife and Henry's mother, Maria Yatogami, backed him.*

Because of their insistence that their findings be followed up, when there were plenty of alternative explanations other than aliens for the signals detected, Hiroki and Maria were transferred to CAPEI-related work, and Henry, their faithful son, decided to pass up a career in the US military to join the OSDT not just out of filial piety, but because he believed in his parents' capabilities independently of how much he loved them.

And so, the boy, at the age of 18, became an HFV Pilot, scoring high on stimulations, but fumbling a little on anti-pirate missions, where he insisted on taking the quarry alive, having to be pushed to kill. While over time, he became more willing to take lives, and even developed a 'killer instinct', his initial reluctance caused some resentment from the captain of the OSDT Gungnir, his initial station, although nothing came of it for a while.

Then, news came that Maria Yatogami found a breakthrough - or what she thought was a breakthrough, in her and Hiroki's research regarding Aliens. Problem was, this research required an observation post to be established in the middle of pirate territory, and the OSDT Gungnir's captain did not want her crew to be risked on a mission like that. And so, she forbade Henry from even pleading in their favor. When Henry turned to go, the Gungnir's captain made a remark about 'whackos and windmill crusaders', and Henry turned around, furious, his fists clenched. But, a milisecond later, he realized what he was doing, and stormed off, refusing to run, but not moving solemnly, either.

After this spat, the 19-year old boy requested a transfer to the OSDT Jannah; it was an impulsive, perhaps foolish gesture, but he recieved an affirmative. And so Henry Yatogami became the newest member of the Jannah crew...

*OOC Note: This does not have to be actual signals from Aliens; the Yatogamis can be wrong.

Model: Assault Mech Type-X 'Yukine'

Specialty: Fast Assault

History: OSDT Mech fitted with prototype tech fobbed off by the US Gov't to the UN.

Appearance:

Features:

Ophanim Propulsion System - A set of thrusters that allow the Yukine to move at speeds slightly faster than a normal assault mech, with engines that are more fuel efficient than what CAPEI's mechs usually have. However, a slight advantage and speed and more fuel-efficient engines, though practical, aren't anything to feel flashy about, but nevertheless, Henry still likes this system the best.

Reason it is in the OSDT in the first place even though it's so good: The US Gov't has better thrusters, and so it can afford to 'loan' this set to CAPEI as a token gesture.

Generic Sensors - Sensors that give visual, infrared, and ultraviolet readings.

Armaments:

Seraphim Beam Saber - A sword-hilt that can emit an orange glowing blade from one of its ends, the Beam Saber is one of the primary weapons of the Yukine, able to last longer than the usual beam saber, due to 'fuel efficiency'.

Reason it is in the OSDT in the first place even though it's so good: The US Gov't has better; plus, the blade does not have more cutting power than the usual beam saber, and cannot cut against beam-treated armor better than other weapons of its kind.

Generic Shoulder-Mounted Micromissile System - Generic Missle Launcher that sends out 24 small missiles in one go. Good only for one volley.

Generic OSDT HFV Assault Rifle - A Mech-held gun that has only as much damage as a 'grunt' HFV's weapon.

Generic Anti-Mecha Dagger.

Weaknesses: The Yukine is fast and resonably armored, able to shrug aside hits better than the usual 'assault' mech. However, it has no special forms of attack, except for the Seraphim Beam Saber, which is a situational weapon. Not merely that, but its generic assault rifle is generic, aka not able to do more damage than the usual pirate grunt. So, there you have it, good at everything except actual damage.

Why is it classified as an 'assault' mech, though? Simple; Henry uses the superior speed of the HFV to compensate for its weakness, using more attacks instead of a single, powerful, blow. Basically, 'quantity is a quality of its own'.

[User]
ENEMY TURN

Railguns were pretty fast. The sheer acceleration provided to their projectiles was frightening to behold, and in space this effect was only compounded thanks to the lack of air resistance. Thus, the blue pirate machine was unable to respond quickly enough, the shell crushing the entire side of the HFV before exploding into a cloud of shrapnel. Yet before the blast had even settled to allow the OSDT pilots a view of the destroyed 'Rook', one of the other formation's machines flew past with blinding speed, firing a powerful beam into the cloud in a single, smooth motion. By the time the dust had settled, the surviving pirates were all in retreat, including all of those that had attacked the Sword Shroud.

There was nothing left of the blue machine. The pirates had seemingly vaporised any remains to prevent the OSDT from retrieving anything. The Bradley floated next to the G-Valkyrie, dead in the void.

The pirates had were moving away quite quickly.

"All HFVs, return to the ship," came in Captain Pajari's voice over the communications channel. "Do not attempt pursuit."

[Assistant]
Jack Thor-Coming Home

As the final shots were being fired in the skirmish/dogfight (it really depended on which side you were asking,) Jack was slowing down and communicating with Control about his landing approach into the Jannah's bay. It lacked the speed of a normal combat landing. With the pirates retreating the large man in the small Ball figured that it would be better to be safe than sorry.

With a deft touch he floated through the entrance of the landing bay, jets pointed in harmless directions until a crane came along and magnetically grasped his vehicle. Another took hold of his passenger, taking it away to where a team of expectant technicians were standing.

As he was carried over to The Ball's specially designed cradle Jack went through the shutdown list. It was almost ritualistic for him. As each function of the war machine shut down it removed him step by step from the battlefield he had left behind. The adrenaline coursing through his veins petered off and stopped, his breathing returned to normal and his clenched muscles relaxed.

With a small whine his ride shut down completely just as it settled into the cradle. Jack opened the hatch and clambered out, sending a friendly wave at the mechanics already beginning to swarm over the vehicle as he did so.

"Nothing for you to fix today friends! Now, my apologies but I must go see how a comrade is doing."

His wide frame moved with surprising grace towards the remains of the Yukine.

[User]
The Yukine's cockpit opened at Jack's approach, although Henry didn't climb down right away; that would be a breach of protocol. Instead, the nineteen-year old boy said:

"Thanks for the save, Jack and everyone." A smile at that. "Don't worry, nothing is hurt except my pride." He would then bow deeply and say:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for flubbing up and then making you worry!" Mistakes were made, mistakes were natural, but...this was not the way of making a good impression.

Haven

[Assistant]
What the Hell Just Happened, Father Joan?

It had all happened so fast.

The Blue Danube had fallen victim to the Lord's judgement with nary a whimper, finally confronted with a mandate from the Reaper that even his upgraded machine could not feint away from. Newly free, Rising Star finished off the Bradley pilot in one cruel strike, exactly as she had called it. The close-combat HFV and its Messer both fell limp, floating through space. Father Joan's throat rumbled with a cry of congratulations--

--which was aborted in her throat when the reinforcements came. To her eyes, the pirate HFVs numbered ten (Lumen only destroyed five?) and, though damaged, that may have been enough to turn the tide. But upon seeing the cloud of smoke that had become of their vaunted ace and his hyperkinetic mech, they had turned tail and fled like the men of Egypt in the face of plague.

Only Paper Tiger remained, up to their cockpits in the wreckage of dead machines.

Pray hard tonight, boys. For yourselves, and those I took from you.

...

My...my head...

Was it supposed to hurt this much? She felt as though she were a little kid again, whipping it from side to side and laughing airily as her long white hair swooshed around her...she felt as though she were headbanging to her first metal CD again...

She felt like she was going through the windshield again. Woozy. Confused. Afraid.

Six Rooks. More than anyone on the field. More than all of Lumen combined.

Blue Danube. Who had avoided death at the hands of Lydia Popova's enormous Mega Beam Cannon and Rising Star's lightning fast Waverider. She had killed him in one strike. Left nothing behind.

It felt so thrilling while I was fighting...

Yet now, as she flew back to Jannah in relative silence and began proper docking procedure in a numb haze, Joan Heidenreich felt a familiar longing - one that, though no doubt soon to be ameliorated by the munchkin in the hangar, was still aching inside her. She needed a hug.

I only signed up to help them pray.

When she had climbed into Judah minutes before, she was nervous about her place as the team's newcomer. Now, as her cockpit opened with a hydraulic hiss and she tentatively stepped out, she was afraid that she had just become their Blue Danube. The Lion of Judah.

This didn't feel like a positive change.

Her helmet came off slowly, floating in the air before her, artificial gravity doing what it could to fix her mussed-up alabaster hair. Joan lowered her head wordlessly chin pressing against her collar to avoid the gazes of new and old arrivals both within the hangar. She hung, transfixed, before the chest of her Lion...

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee...

...and prayed.

[User]
Jack Thor-Team Building

"Raise your head shonen young man. Helping one another is what teammates do. Although I see that you will be needing a new HFV." He said, looking up at the ruined mess of machinery towering above them. "And perhaps one of my Special Training Courses. You will need to learn how to fight as part of our team if you wish to once again fly with us."

Just then his Team Dad senses went off he noticed the good Father standing by her own battlecraft, her posture speaking of one who has just had their soul savaged. He wordlessly motioned for Henry to follow as he made his way across the hanger.

Assuming that Joan missed the sound of boots on the metal floor her first real clue about her visitors was the large and calloused hand that gently laid itself on her shoulder.

[Assistant]
"I do wish to fly again as one of you, and so I'll have one of your special training courses -" Henry said before Jack went off to reassure Father Joan. Following the big man, Henry watched him begin to try reassuring the Female Priest, before offering his own words:

"As someone who doesn't like taking lives as well, as someone conscious of becoming like the enemy if one goes too far...I'm glad you were with us, that you chose to protect our team. You helped save my life today, and for that, I am grateful." He would then smile.

"I'm with you."

Sinatra


[System]
Appearance:

Costume:

Hero/Vigilante Name:
Stratosphere Seraph

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Height: 6'0 / 183cm

Weight:  156 lbs / 71 kg

Personality:
If anything, Acion is a virtuous man, with a very firm sense of moral code and heroism, even if they are different from existing ideals. A man of action that often doesn't need any prior validation from any other people for anything he does, whether it is helping a friend in need or saving a person's life, even though the latter case might put a small brake on his decision due to past incidents. Inaction is still action to him, and it is much less regretful to act and fail rather than staying still and doing nothing. Nevertheless, he still requires his own rational reasons for what he does rather than just relying on his own idea of righteousness.

Acion is also a prideful individual. He was, after all, on the competing list for one of the more prestigious Hero school for his unique style and skilled utilization of his quirk, despite being more disadvantaged in more traditional combat circumstances. He worked hard for it, to keep up with his family tradition and his dreams, and it paid off for the most part. He had a reason to be proud of his accomplishment, and consequently his lack of tolerance for petty insults. He can put up with criticism, but he doesn't at all appreciate disrespect on his, or anybody else's, honest efforts. God forbid his mannerism when he snapped to this.

Outside of these special circumstances, he's generally not a very talkative person. He isn't afraid of conversations, but chances are he will not be the one initiating it with the other party. He does lack a little bit of conversational skill and can sometimes lead to awkward situations, but regardless Acion is an understanding fellow whose empathy and sympathy will shine through during times of need.

Background:
Acion's family was almost good up until he was getting ready for his Hero school enrolment. Born with several significant mutations from their family, who only have more conventional 2 wings, Acion at first wasn't too looked upon with great eyes. But his family tree has contained some of the very successful heroes in the past, even before heroism as a business even became a thing. It was a mark of pride, and a source of great encouragement for him to work towards his goal of being a professional hero. His older sister Aurelia Nakamiji is also one of the very promising new generation of heroes, having won first places in many region-wide tournaments, which also helps his desire to not be just the ugly duckling in the family.

Acion knew he isn't going to win any prizes with his physicality, unlike his sister who never had any issues with aerial combat, but he knew better than trying to do something he's not designed to do. He spent his free time practicing flying as high as possible, trying to push his physical and mental limits, all the while coming up with his own style of combat. Eventually he did come up with it, and it proved to be quite effective in combat tests. Mock test results began to look up for the young hero, and it seemed as if he was on track to be enrolled in a Hero school as soon as the real test period comes.

However, during a camping trip with a couple of friends a few months before, a low-threat villain passing by the area found the opportunity to make some quick buck. He consequently held one of his friends captive and was demanding ransom or else. Acion didn't hesitate to not only not comply with his demands, but also engage the villain directly in combat. While his training did allow him to hold his own against a relatively no-name villain, his inexperience with actual combat meant it was quite a mess of a fight. Eventually though, with the help of his accompanying friend, they managed to subdue the villain for the authority and saved his kidnapped friend.

It sounded great to put on his resume for professional heroism, but no. Acion was accused of vigilantism, and he had to go through a long and complicated procedure to resolve the case. His family was involved, and it took a bit of their influence to sweep the case under the rug. However, it was a permanent mark on his study record, and school after school denied his enrolment due to this reason. It was his first brush through with the reality of professional heroism, and he wasn't in any sense ready to accept this. He wouldn't talk about it, but if you ask him, he would still be proud and unrepentant of what he did that day.

Eventually, a school did accept Acion into their Hero program. A relatively lesser known school with limited hero classes, but it would still give him a chance to actually become an actual professional hero.

Quirk:
Archangel Wings: Acion has a total of six wings, three pairs in total, two stretching from the back of his shoulders and four more from his backs. This magnanimous number allows him very long durations of flights and quick ascension high into from any potential sudden threats. The wings are quite sturdy and can withstand high pressures and beatings before giving in. However, having many wings to manage proves to be huge problem as it greatly hampered his agility in the air, turning back and forth in quick succession. The problem is twofold providing he is in ground combat, as he also became a relatively large silhouette to be targeted.

Other:
The Nakamiji family are great flyers, and so is Acion. He luckily inherited the family's great eyesight, capable of spotting small targets from high above, along with enhanced lung capacity, which allowed him to hold his breath underwater along with flying at higher altitude, where oxygen level is lower, for an extended period of time.

Acion is also an aviation enthusiast. He loved to play around with kites when he was a little kid, and still does if he was given the opportunity to. He also enjoys reading about aerodynamics, and often applies physics to his advantage to mitigate his shortcomings when it comes to agility.

Acion also likes swimming and he likes to come to the swimming pool at least once or twice a week.

[User]
Saki

The girl Alice appeared very timed as she spoke back. Saki quietly studied her behavior as her power cord softly waved around the chair. Saki repeated after Alice in happy and timid manner.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Alice~"

Saki smiled as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear in playful manner. Alice could become her friend she would believe, probably need to talk with her a lot for that before she opens up to her.

"You can connect your phone, I have my own wifi build in my body~ Feel free to use it~"

Saki was somewhat focused on Alice her hair seeing two strands of hair perk up from her perfectly smooth hair. Alice just probably hasn't noticed yet, her eyes looked rather tired as well. Maybe nervous for school?

"Sorry to say but you have some bed-hair~, should I brush it out for you?~"

Miss Mako spoke up meaning the class had started, Saki turned back to the teacher and gave a soft smile as she spoke. They were gonna introduce themselves by name and their reason of wanting to be a hero. For Saki it was mostly clear but she still found herself to be lucky not being the first on the list. Quietly she traced the finger going around the room as the students introduced themselves one by one.

First the black blob Donny, despites his shyness, he did make most points Saki would make. The quirk of his did look quite interesting, definitely a mutant type quirk. Seemed to be some oil type of stuff that is either covering his body or is his body. Kouji and Yukari both came from UA, Saki hadn't realised yet that UA could have been proper hard to attend to, this school was a good choice after all. They should be older then her right? Would they be senpai's in that aspect then? Out of school perhaps. Despites that, would they already know each other from UA before this? Lucky it would take much less effort to make friends that way.

Next kousuke, it was a tad weird that he typed his speech into his phone first to let it play via speaker. If he couldn't talk he had found a plenty good way to fix it somewhat for himself. Saki gladly smiled at the boy as he finished speaking and glanced her way. He seemed honest and nice enough. When Dulga came up it took but a moment for her to stand up and sit down once more. Saki gave a wry smile at her speech, somewhat simplistic but not all people had to have a long reason to be a hero. Dulga did seem rather in herself from the looks of it, saki wondered how it would be like talking to her. Next was a rather nervous looking girl named Junko, it would appear she is a somewhat lonesome girl that has her own reasons for being here. The girl did seem to be happy to see her teacher at least which was rather... Strange, yet Saki was glad for her that she got into this school.

Seventh in place, Saki stood up pushing the chair behind her with her legs. Her tail came free happily dangling besides her as she straightened her back facing the rest of the class.

"Hana Saki, pleasure to meet you~ My reason for wanting to be a hero is~ Helping the country as much as I can to my ability~ Doesn't matter if it is a animal in need or a big villain to defeat~"

Saki tilted her head together with a kind smile and sat down again.

[Assistant]
Alice Nova

The impression of a cheerful girl that Saki seemed intent on keeping up would stay on Alice's mind throughout their conversation. It seemed genuine in nature and was almost heartwarming to see. Or rather, those were the observations that Alice had made from the first interaction the two of them shared. Suffice to say it was nowhere near enough to be a proper introduction.
However, more intriguingly, Saki really seemed to be some kind of computer-like being, considering how there was wifi coming out of her, supposedly. That raised a whole bunch of questions! Does she have to pay an internet provider? How does she set the name and password? Was the wifi any good? Questions she'd be sure to ask later... should she be bothered to do so.

Saki pointed at Alice's hair which she deemed "bedhair". To be fair, it was an adequate judgement to make should one not be familiar with Alice's quirk but the owlgirl couldn't help but chuckle as a result of it because it seemed kind of cute. In actuality, of course, it was nothing like bedhair. Instead, it was a result of her owl quirk's type being the great horned owl for which these outgrows of feathers were typical. In Alice's case, they manifested as outgrowths of differently coloured hair.

"Ah that? Nono that is not bed-hair, but rather-"

Alice was then cut off by the teacher commencing the first class session, which promptly caused Alice to stop talking and focus back on the class, similarly to Saki and all the other students.

One after the other they began introducing themselves and listing their reasons for becoming heroes, or rather, describing the image of a hero in their mind. While Alice did pay attention to what they said, it was quite hard to focus on since she was so tired. Her eyes felt like they would fall shut any moment now... but of course, they wouldn't. Naturally, she had enough willpower to fight through a bit of tiredness..., especially on her first day! First impressions mattered after all.

And with that thought in mind, Alice finally rose as well once she was pointed at by their teacher to introduce herself. Making sure her posture was as excellent as she managed to, Alice politely began speaking.

"My name is Alice Nova. It is my pleasure to meet all of you."

The girl followed this up with a slight and courteous bow forward out of politeness and her own manners.

"A hero represents and fights for true justice. I wish to represent that concept myself one day."

...is what she could think of before sitting down again. Truth be told, her ideals weren't exactly chiseled in stone yet, however, this was a close approximation to how she truly felt. So far Alice just wasn't sure how to properly word it.
After having spoken her introduction the glasses-wearing girl quietly sat down again so that the next person could begin their introduction.

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The reunion talk with Kinoko was halted when the teacher, Ms Mako, spoke up, signifying the start of the first day at a hero high school. For a start was the usual activity that Acion was kinda familiar with from having attended a couple of social events back in middle school: icebreaker. A short introduction from everybody in the class and answering one simple yet open question. From his old acquaintance Kinoko, or Donny Yang as he also said in his introduction, to the sleepy looking girl Alice sitting close by the windows, everybody had different ideals and reasons to be a hero just like their different identity, even though most of them are pretty similar. The only odd one out of them were from that girl sitting in that remote corner at the back, whose ideals were pretty...zoomed in. Yeah, heroes are strong, but villains are strong too. But hey, she probably never thought about it before.

Acion was near last. That allowed him to mentally prepare himself a little bit for a short speech. He didn't plan to make this a grand introduction, as that would make him seem like a showoff, but he did want to give the confident first impression on people. Once he was pointed, he stood up firmly, suppressing any non-related thoughts in his mind.

"I am Acion Nakamiji. It's a pleasure to be here with all of you." What was next... "A hero to me is someone who regardless of everything he could lose or gain, does the right thing. And that's what I want to become...do the right thing, so that this world can be a little better for everyone."

Once done, he sat down and deeply exhaled. That went a lot better than he thought. Speaking in front of many people wasn't exactly his specialty after all.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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"Don't buy it?" Iris laughed as he played back with her, she saw both their drinks were now empty and she gave a polite wave to Martin asking to refill them. "I doubt you'd be able to keep your hands off of me~" Giggling as she looked over at Caspain, regardless of her ulterior motive she was finding this quite fun. Winding him up and teasing him a little was cheering her up to some degree plus he was smiling so she could only assume he was having fun too.

Feeling her cheeks flush as she saw his sly wink, she felt herself smirk at him, as if ready for the challenge. "We won't be out for long though; it would literally take about five minutes. It wouldn't be dangerous at all, not with the military hunting them down. They'd hardly be looking to harm you when they are running for their lives."

Iris began to relax some more when Martin brought over another set of drinks, at least this was calming her down and taking the edge off of everything. Clasping the glass, she began to nurse the new drink taking a few sips as she glanced over at Cas smiling. Unless I really do charm him, alcohol and charming might just convince him? I wish I felt guilty for it, but… I really do like him. Sorry Ethan. "Although… you are right in one respect." Iris chuckled softly as she placed her drink down leaning over the table and clasping his hand in hers, fingers caressing the skin on his hand. "I wouldn't be able to suffer, just as you wouldn't from withholding contact." Speaking softly as she gave him a genuine smile, eyes looking at him with adoration.

Using her other hand, she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear before twiddling the ends of it between her fingers as she looked over at Cas watching him. Her cheeks were still tinged pink slightly as she was being quite forward, more than she had been before and a part of her was slightly embarrassed. Although another part of her was excited, it made her feel quite hot under the collar and she couldn't help it because there were feelings for him and of course he was attractive. Any girl in the city would have swooned over him in an instant.

One of her fingers began to trace circles on the palm of his hand, slower this time. Her touch so gentle, so soft as she looked at him in the eyes smiling. Watching his every move as she continued to trace circles on his hand, "I'm sure it won't be dangerous. We will be so quick, it's just a quick glance to see if it's there. There is really no danger." Speaking softly as she stopped playing with the end of her hair and instead reached out to her drink to take another sip, she was still taking it slow but it was going down faster than last time when she had taste tested a few samples.

[Assistant]
Caspian just shrugged when Iris claimed that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her. It would definitely be difficult now that they had taken the first small steps from being friends to being more than that, but he had enough self-control to keep his distance if he had to. After all, he'd managed not to chase after her touch throughout the entirety of the past week even though his crush on her had developed early on. He liked to think his track record meant that he would be able to keep it up for a few more days if she kept her word about not kissing him again unless he gave in to her request.

Prepared to follow the comment up with a stubborn reminder that she couldn't change his mind, the prince parted his lips and then paused when she spoke first. The change in approach caught him off guard, and he stalled by taking a sip from the second drink Martin had brought to their table, glossing over the fact that the amnesiac had ordered another round when he'd told her he was only going to have one that night. She did have a point that the terrorists' top priority was probably getting out of the capital with their lives. He also supposed that if he left the mansion, they wouldn't necessarily know he had left the safety of the royal family's security team. Merely driving out to the woods and back wasn't the same as traveling around the city. But it's still more dangerous than staying put, he told himself firmly, trying to cut the threads of doubt that had begun to worm their way into his mind.

His efforts were derailed one more time when Iris took him by the hand. Cas stared at her in surprise, a hot flush coloring his skin as she met his gaze beneath hooded lashes. All of his confidence in keeping away from her suddenly began to waver, and his heart hammered in his chest. She had flirted with him in an innocent way before, and he'd liked her sweet charm, but the way she behaved now elicited a far different response. He felt both desired and desirous, and the temptation to close the distance between them grew prominent in his head. Struggling not to squirm against the gentle circles she traced on his sensitive palm, he bit his lower lip. I'm going to need a cold shower after this, he thought with a slow exhale.

"I…" he started and then trailed off, unsure what to say. It was hard for him to think straight when she had him under her spell. Part of him still wanted to hold fast to his decision not to leave, but another part of him was wondering if it would be worth it to cave. The danger wasn't really that great, and now that she'd appealed to his attraction to her, he didn't want to wait for the soldiers to catch the rebels before he could kiss her again. He wanted to kiss her now.

Flustered, he picked up his glass to down the rest of his second drink and wrinkled his nose slightly as the strong liquor stung his throat. "Fine," the word escaped his mouth before he could stop it. He glanced furtively at Martin and leaned toward Iris, squeezing her hand in his as he went on in a lowered voice, "We can go tomorrow night, but it'll have to be quick. No more than twenty minutes tops. After that, we have to come back here whether we find your ID or not."

Holding her gaze, his serious expression was broken as the thought of kissing her flickered through his mind again. He swallowed, and a smile formed on his face alongside the blush in his cheeks. "I agreed to your terms," he said, shuffling sideways to get up from his seat. Bolstered by liquid courage, he sat down again next to Iris on her side of the booth and turned at the waist to face her. The drinks helped to mask his nervousness, but his heart raced a million miles an hour as he murmured, "That means you'll kiss me, right?" Then, he chased the question by leaning in to meet her lips.

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Watching as he flustered from her touch, she felt her own face heat up with how forward she had been, but at the same time she had enjoyed it. Watching as he downed the second drink, she followed suit downing the rest of her cocktail she had ordered for them watching him as she still traced the circles on his palm. Be careful, try not to lose yourself. Iris reminded herself as she felt a huge urge to kiss him, she wanted to be close to him and kiss him, but she stayed strong as she continued to watch him placing her empty cocktail glass back on the table.

Hearing his next words however was music to hear ears, she had done it. Convinced him to take her to the forest and look for her missing ID card. It wouldn't be there, what would happen would change everything, but before she could even dwell on the words, she looked down at their hands smiling as he squeezed it. Nodding to his terms she beamed at him, overwhelmed that he had been swayed and she agreed to the terms. They would have to be quick, tomorrow night, twenty minutes tops. That was more than enough time for her to escape. "Thank you." Whispering words of gratitude as she looked him in the eyes.

Feeling herself blush as she watched him smile and move towards her as he reminded her that he had agreed to her terms. He is blushing too. Is he going to be just as forward as I? As if he knew her questioned was answered as he sat down next to her on her side of the booth, turning to face her as she heard his next words that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.

Without think she met his kiss, leaning forward herself as one of her hands sought out his clasping it. The other naturally moved towards his hair running fingers through it as she kissed him with passion. Although not drunk from the two alcoholic beverages they did help mask any sort of nerves she had and gave her the confidence to be so forward like this. Iris could not deny that she wanted his touch, that her crush was still blossoming with each moment she spent with him and she knew it was dangerous, but right now she didn't care.

Right now, all I want to do is kiss him.

Feeling her face heat up once more as she pulled away from the kiss for air, her hand that had been in his hair dropped to his waist as she placed it there gently looking at him. Letting out a shaky breath she smiled, eyes full of adoration for him as the corners of her mouth turned into a playful smirk. "I suppose it does mean I'll kiss you." Giggling this time as she leaned forward this time instigating the kiss, her heart was racing, and she was excited as she pressed her lips against his one hand gripping his waist as the other gripped his hand.

[Assistant]
The feeling of Iris's lips moving against his sent a shiver of pleasure down Caspian's spine. Everything was still so new that each little touch was electrifying. Her hand that was resting on his and her fingers that were tangled in his coarse hair encouraged him to lean more deeply into the kiss, and he lost himself in the moment. He took her by the waist to pull her close, relishing the warmth of her torso against his. After just two drinks, he was far from intoxicated, but there had been just enough scotch in each glass to make him relax enough to forget that they had an audience.

Behind the bar, Martin had been cleaning their empty glasses when he noticed that things had grown heated between the prince and his company. He glanced up, jumped, and quickly spun around to look away from them while he wiped the crystal down with a dry rag. It wasn't the first time Caspian had brought girls back to the Maydestone family's in-house bar, but he didn't usually move that quickly with his guests. The bartender wasn't used to bearing witness to his future king make out with someone like a hormonal high school boy. If he hadn't been the one to personally pour their drinks that evening, he would have thought the two were drunk.

For Cas's part, he felt drunk, but not on alcohol. When Iris pulled away from the kiss, he panted to catch his breath and laughed breathily at her belated confirmation that she would kiss him. "Good," he murmured just before she captured his lips a second time. He squeezed her hand affectionately before disentangling their fingers so he could caress the back of her neck while he held her close with his other hand. He couldn't remember the last time he'd connected with a woman as well as he did with her. Everything she said and did enchanted him, and he was falling for her dangerously fast. It was difficult for him to slow down when being with her felt so natural. He loved talking with her, bantering, teasing, sharing stories; and he loved when she let him get a little physical.

Caught up in moment, he leaned more of his weight into her without breaking the kiss until they both fell sideways onto the booth seat. After enjoying her soft lips for a little while longer, he took her bottom lip playfully between his teeth and then pulled back just enough to meet her gaze with a grin. "I knew you were bluffing," he chuckled, his chest heaving with effort to recover from the lack of oxygen. "You couldn't wait until tomorrow either."

Recognizing that he was pushing the line a bit more than he'd meant to, he sat up straight again and ran a hand over his hair to smooth down some of the tousling she had done to it. Part of his shirt had also come untucked from his waistband too, so he pulled the rest of it loose to be more comfortable. "We should probably get some sleep," he decided, turning back to her with a sheepish smile. "Tomorrow could be a long day."


[System]
Username: Knight of Doom
Age: 23

Gender: Female

Rank: First Rider

Equipment:
Sword: A straight double edged 28" sword wielded with either one or two hands.
Dagger: A 10" straight double edged dagger.
Hook Swords: A pair of double hook swords connected by a sturdy chain, the length of Melaniya's wing span. Only used in high risk situations.
Armor: Light and easy to move in, but still durable.(Similar to picture)

Appearance:
Melaniya's skin scars pretty easily, so many small scars litter her skin. The largest one is on her back, it runs diagonally between her shoulder blades, and is also the most prominent.

Personality: Melaniya is a no nonsense kind of girl. She's hardworking and curious. There are times where she pushes herself too far and needs to be reminded to take a break. She is fairly harsh when it comes to training and battle. When Mel has a task to do, she'll see it through to the end. While she finds it difficult to relate to other humans, she tries her best to get along with them. On the other hand, Mel feels more at ease with the dragons, and tends to feel more of an emotional bond with dragons than she does with humans.

Short Biography: Mel can barely remember spending the beginning of her life in Lunaris. They were surprisingly happy times, but then Mel's mother died of a disease that she can't remember and her father refuses to remember. Mel was 5 at the time of her mother's death. Her father didn't handle the situation well. Unable to stand the land that brought so many painful memories back, he brought Mel to Solaris to try and escape the past. Eventually, Mel's father became an alcoholic. Early in his alchohol addiction, he was violent. He was the one who created Mel's large scar. However, as time went on, his drunken state was more depressing. Mel had to take care of not only herself, but her pathetic father as well. Once she started noticing the falling stars she became interested in them. She found out about the White Dove while doing research and started training with weaponry and dragons to get in.

Mount: Sind Azman Telocatl

Other: Theme

[User]
Cedric stared placidly out of his visor at the ground, as he gave a heave to lift his end of the saddle, his eyes like orbs of ice seemingly glowed from within the helm as they tracked their way up to meet the recruits.

"That remains to be seen." He answered, something adding an almost sorrowful tone to his words, something that almost sounded like remorse. He gave a quick grunt as the recruit lifted his end, shifting the weight onto his shoulder before giving a nod to show he was ready, and within a moment they began their slow and steady march toward the exit. Memories skittered on the edge of Cedric's mind, putting ripples in the water of his usually calm demeanor, memories of those whom had proven unworthy of that which they carried.

"Alright, just take a left up here, through those doors." He said, gesturing with a sharp nod. "We'll place this on the back of the cart and then you'll be free to pursue your training for the day. Oh, and make sure to stop by the kitchens for a quick meal." He added, as they rotated left, the cart appearing before them. Placed close for convenience sake. An old mule stood at it's head munching away contently at the turf beneath it, the old beast brayed and shifted in its harness as the weight of the saddle jerked the cart a little, but Cedric was quick to move around to the front to soothe him. He picked up the stray beet he had left on the carts edge, holding it in the open palm of his hand for the mule to eat as he ran his other hand through its mane.

"There, there, old boy." He muttered in calming tones, gently grabbing a hold on its reins as it finished its reward, making sure he was ready to lead it as it hauled the saddle to the dome for him.

"You're dismissed." He said over his shoulder to the recruit. "But before you leave, your name?" He asked just seconds later, making a conscious effort to look the recruit in the face as he did so. He felt it would be improper for them to part without him knowing as much.

[Assistant]
SIGIL CLOUDFURY

 Sig's brow deepened with his impatience. Nyx's first stage of training had to be done before nightfall; he meant to mobilize the guild in the coming days. She was crucial to his plans, though he dared not let that thought slip into the telepathic stream between them. One way or another, she would cooperate by the end of the day.

 The dragoness threatened him, and Sig reacted instinctively as she approached. He stepped aside, twirling the grapple off his belt in a smooth motion. He threw the rope in a high arc, circling the bone at the front of Nyx's wing, and the two blades at its tip hooked down and penetrated the wing's membrane. Sig tightened the rope, letting the dragoness savor the celelyrium bite. It was a basic dragon-slaying technique - the wings were fragile, and the more they struggled against the hook, the greater the tear would become, eventually inhibiting flight. Sig did his best to stay under the wing and away from Nyx's mouth - though the rope was made of rockwool and would not burn, dragonfire would melt it with enough time.

 "Where is your pity!?" Sig yelled. "Its mind is broken, it is just an animal now, a wild beast. Put it out of its misery and be done with this."

 Alongside the words, he sent thoughts at Nyx. This is your duty, now. Many foes will hunt us, both man and dragon. If a dragon sought to kill you, would you not defend yourself? If a dragonrider came to slay your family, would you not protect them? Sig tightened his hold on the grapple, hoping the pain was enough to motivate the dragoness. If you cannot kill, you cannot survive this world.

[User]
Daz was not amused by the shushing from the human instead of a reply. Had he replied she probably would have just gone on her way to somewhere else. Now it was going to be her gods given mission to find out this guy's problem. She loudly sat down next to him and watched the proceedings. The dragon was now upset by the appearance of the feral dragon. Sigil probably wanted his new dragon to kill it to prove its loyalty. Daz chuffed at the dragon's pride.

"That's funny," Daz said to her newest 'playmate'. "He's trying to force it to cooperate. Won't work though. This one's too stupid to try and just obey. I bet a chicken leg it dies in a week because it won't fight the others of its kind. Two if Sigil kills it himself. Although... he is a big softie. Never mind on the second bet." Daz laid down, resting her head on her forelegs and curling her tail around herself. She wasn't going anywhere, not even if the guy decided to use that knife. "You're obviously not drunk so what was that falling down thing from earlier? If the humans blame me for that I'd like to not get punished."

Doctor

[Assistant]
"Nathair-Sgiathach Marcach", Nathair paused, "from the North Coast." He looked the man @Athoriel in the armor with the loyal mule and was somewhat taken back by the sudden inquiry of his name. Then he looked at the First Sword into eyes and nodded, "I will be training by the gates shortly if I am needed again." Nathair then turned around and headed towards the kitchen for a quick meal.

In stead of going back in through the armory, Nathair took a short detour to go through the front door in hopes to see Daz @RainDash somewhere. She was never in one place for too long. That is at least how it seemed for him and that made it difficult to keep track of her. Nathair looked around hoping to see Daz somewhere nearby and there she was talking to Avanir @Crazy Doctor by the dome. He started heading that way.

That was when the horrific shriek sounded from the dome. Nathair stopped that instant and staired towards the dome. He had not heard a shriek like that since that winter. He picked up his speed and paced to the dome. "Dragons don't make that sound often. When they do, they are..." Nathair pushed the thought away.

"...not to get punished." Nathair heard Daz endin her sentece when he arrived. "Wha- ...", he cut short when his eyes turned towards the sight in the dome. He saw two dragons and Sigil@Tancuras. His eyes turned to the suffering, weak and deprived being that struggled in celelyrium chains. Nathair's face went dark and his pulse began to rise slightly. That was not the way to treat a dragon for him. When he saw Sigil draw his whip out and start subjecting the new dragon he clenched his fist so hard that it began to turn white. He had not been in the Guild for long and this was the first time he anything like this.

"Daz", Nathair kept his eyes at the sight in Dome, "let's go. We have things to do."

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Zoran smirked to himself. Thora had made it bearable to be around her, bearable to be around a dragon because she was so genuine. He could sense the truth in her actions and that made trusting her a lot easier. He turned back to his mostly empty foil plate, dipping the last of his bread in the juices of the meat before gobbling it down.

He wiped his mouth with a small tissue. Flying with her was pretty fun, something he enjoyed immensely to be honest. With a halting hand, he grabbed the random bowl from her.  "Your manners are atrocious," he jested with a smile.  "You have no idea whose food this was. Let's get you something on the way out instead."

He got up from the table and noticed an untouched plate that Freya dropped off. When he got it, he lifted up towards her.  "Let's go, the quicker you eat. The quicker we can soar."

[Assistant]
Her companion wasn't being very entertaining, and she snorted at him to hope for him to do something even mildly interesting. She half hoped he'd fall over again. When nothing happened she turned back to the action in the dome. The dragon was still being stubborn, and Daz's tail started to swish back and forth in irritation. Just get it over with, she thought to no one in particular. It was then that Nathair showed up and started walking towards the both of them.

She raised her head from her forelegs to see her rider. He'd probably try to order her around again, so she placed her head back down to see into the Dome. Nathair looked the way he did when stupid, empathetic thoughts ran through his head so Daz stood up and stretched her wings. She'd meant to find him later, she told herself, this just saved time.

She walked over to him, and after seeing his face, tried to console him somewhat. Don't worry about that. Happens when they need to prove loyalty. Nothing left of that feral thing anyway. Stupid thing probably tried to escape through brute force. Don't be squeamish about the dragons, get used to sights like this, you moron. She bit his sleeve and tried to drag him away from the Dome. Come on, you're the one that wanted to do stuff so let's go flying.

[User]
Nathair sighed with relief as the man left for his chores. Sind had a hard time round most humans. Fear of human's had been something his trainer's had made sure to imbibe into him from the moment of his birth. However even dragons, especially the older ones made him feel just as uncomfortable. They seemed to look at him as some kind of traitor to dragonkind.

 It had taken him time to be comfortable with even Mel. He could remember how hard it was for him to even speak in those early days. It was much harder too talk after so many months in the wild. Though Mel eventually managed to break through his shell, she had a way with most dragons. Sind was no exception and had no choice but to warm up to her.

"Mmm Practice sounds good. I have already had breakfast during my flight. I managed to snag a squirrel or four and some miscellaneous birds on the way. Nothing beats a breakfast of delicious fresh zapped squirrel in the morning. Nice and crunchy" said Sind. "What do you have planned for today?" he asked her. "I'm pretty sure that I can manage a good rolling scissor. So why don't we try something more complicated" he asked, with eyes glittering with excitement.

of Doom

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Kieran finished drawing, although it was more that he was tired of not getting what he wanted, he stood up and cleared his table, looking around, he saw that most people had left "How long was I drawing for?" Kieran stood up and stretched his arms, one in the air, the other on his head, he rubbed through his hair, unintentionally messing it up a bit.

Why did he strut around like he owned the place? It was mostly because he was one of the few riders with formal combat training, and tactics was something he'd trained in as well. When he got into fights, he had a plan from the start of it, he observed his opponent's style in the defensive, then he attacked at their weaknesses, at least that's what he did most of the time, sometimes his temper got the best of him, and he attacked blindly. On his first day, when he was young and foolish, he challenged Cloudfury, how foolish a mistake that was, he still didn't know how his arm bent that way. He needed to know his own weaknesses to be successful, and this in itself was his weakness.

Kieran walked over to the main kitchen area, snapping his fingers. "Freya, let's go, we're already way behind, clean or whatever later, we have to catch up." Kieran then walked towards the door, grabbing his shield and sword from the table he was sitting at, and throwing them onto his back, then he opened the door to the outside, and stepped out.

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As Sind talked about his morning Melaniya could help but laugh. "No offense, but squirrel sounds absolutely disgusting." She started heading towards the exit, she actually wanted to stop by somewhere during training and if she wanted to be back for lunch, they'd better head out soon.

Unfortunately, due to Mel's responsibility as First Rider, she couldn't go on long term training runs. The only way she could is by asking Sigil for a couple day's leave. Even then, it was never as long as the brunette would like. Recently, the guild master has been plotting for something relatively big, which ment that she couldn't leave anytime soon.

"For today, I was planning on trying a new technique. I'm not quite sure what it's called, but it's perfectly suited to Telocatl dragons like you. It'll also be useful in battle against enemies with high accuracy, and long range." She explained. She read about it in a book, and hopefully remembered enough of what she read to replicate it. "But first, as usual. We need to warm up with the basics."


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Bran Brass

Color Theme: Silver
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Build: Rather slim but very well muscled, with a very athletic build but not overly so still appearing small.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 175 Pounds

Personality: Defiant, Bran shatters expectations few would expect a poor boy to have such skill and speak so well however he does thanks to having read and interacted with many higher class people who visited his father's shop. While he appears to be rather well to do and high class, he is, in fact, an open and kind person worrying greatly about his fellow students. He views himself as an artist as much as he is a huntsman with a sharp eye for detail and a love of fashion, Bran is a fighter who always looks good doing it.

Backstory: Born and raised in Mistral his father was a poor tailor and his mother ran the local inn in a small outlying area. Growing up the second youngest of the family he was pushed around by his two older sisters, who were both Faunus. As he grew he learned to fight, mostly thanks to the other boys picking on him for his status as a human with a Faunus mother. Training with his sisters who were obsessed with becoming Huntresses, of course, training was usually Bran being used to practice attacks on. However, with this and his bullies, he became adept at moving before he got hit and taking the punch when he did.

Bran grew up as a middle child, his oldest sister Autumn, and older sister Maple who both carried on their mother traits as deer Faunus. Bran, however, had no traits like that resembling closer to his father than his mother Spring. His older sisters when not in school or off training helped clean and serve food in the inn with their mother. Bran meanwhile assisted his father normally with tailor work, Bran quickly took to it as a natural even learning the advanced art of working with threads made from dust.

When he was thirteen he discovered his semblance walking home from school with his baby sister Bran he was attacked by bullies. Bran was grabbed by two of them who gripped his arms tightly as another punched him in the gut, his eyes waters as he tossed his head to the side to clear them he saw it. His little was shoved into the mud a bully attacking the young girl. Bran was furious, hurting him was one thing but his little sister still too small to defend herself even.

His aura began to glow as he raged struggling against the two that held him and as they prepared to punch Bran again his Semblance came to life. Around Bran were six copies of himself, clones who launched themselves at the three bullies, Bran swiftly joined them. Eventually, all three lay on the ground beaten and crying as Bran rushed over to his sister. However it was no longer just his sister, dozens of other children saw it Bran had a semblance and a powerful one.

After that Bran's sisters eagerly added their brother back into training all three revealing semblances they battled each other hand to hand. Yet Bran also practiced with his father's old hunting rifle, his keen eyes proved excellent for a marksman. While his family excited watched them grow worried, they were not rich by any means and thus the three siblings decided they would leave one at a time. Autumn the oldest left at sixteen to pursue a chance at attending Haven.

Maple left on her sixteenth birthday she began to travel around Mistral while she had no formal training her sheer tenacity and excitement gained her a place among the White Fang who we're at the time Mistral a mostly peaceful organization with a handful of fighters kept around to protector protesters and such of course that all changed recently.

Bran left one year later, heading right for Vale Beacon academy was his goal and he would get there no matter the cost arriving a few months before he could apply Bran practiced in outlying villages and unofficial tournaments. While he was by no means a starfighter for a young and untrained huntsman he performed exceedingly well even against more veteran opponents.

Weapon: The Needle and Thread
Weapon Description: The Needle is a high powered sniper rifle built piece by piece by Bran who pieced collected the pieces over time to create his perfect rifle. With a strong backward kick but weighted barrel for fast follow up shots the Needle can take several different kinds of dust based round. The scope on the rifle has night vision allowing him to targets even in the darkness of night.

Should he be unable to engage at range on Bran's hands is a pair of studded gauntlets which along the back of his hands hold spools of thread. Able to launch and control these thin and strong lines of fabric while fighting fist to fist the can also use dust base threads for a more offensive attacks. The lines cut easily be cut but difficult to break with raw strength.

Semblance: Seven in One

Semblance Description: Bran can divide his Aura into sevenths making clones, each clone containing one seven of his power. This allows for multiple simultaneous strikes and clever strategies involving using his clones as bait or setting traps with them. However, they are very weak by comparison to Bran alone and should they be killed or wounded enough will cease to exist.
Combat Outfit Image/Description: In combat Bran usual sports a white button-up shirt and an open black vest, with dark blue loose-fitting pants and short black and red boots.
Casual Outfit Image/Description: Out of combat Bran normal sports all manner of suits which vary depending on what selects from his homemade wardrobe of clothing. However, whatever it is it usually contains dust threads which he weaves in his casual clothing in case of emergency they allow him an advantage though normal damage the clothing in the process.

Theme: Bad Blood

Quote: "The names Bran Brass before you ask, yes I'm a tailor as well and no I don't do custom orders unless you have the cash upfront."

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Aurelia Persinette

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As Aurelia walked into the bedroom, she could hear Jasper make the suggestion to go drinking. Someone was certainly relaxed, though Bran would make sure to shut that idea down rather quickly. It was likely she was joking, though Aurelia was slightly more concerned about the mission. It was common knowledge that the Grimm were attracted to negative emotion, so to think one gang was causing enough issues to make the entire town attract their attention was troubling. The world clearly had enough on its plate, to think people would go out of their way to make things worse was simply despicable.

The thought was put aside as she heard both Bran and Ezekiel speak. Deciding that she would like to join the conversation, she placed her bag on one of the higher bunks. Reentering the living room, Aurelia placed a hand on her hip as she looked around."A meal sounds like a good idea," Aurelia murmured a response as she let out a sigh, pushing her bangs off her eyes. "We're a ways from Beacon, better to be on our toes just in case, right?"

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Jasper pushed herself up on the couch and made her way to be sitting on the side next to where she threw her stuff down. Following in a similar direction of what Bran did, she pulled her quiver up and placed it between her knees before pulling out all the arrows to check them over and make sure they were still in fighting condition while Bran finished informing the team of what their plans would consist of for the rest of the day. When the idea of a warm meal was mentioned, she nodded as she placed arrows back into the quiver.

"A nice warm meal sounds good to me." Jazz hoped back up onto her feet, throwing the quiver over her shoulder at the same time. "If we pick right, we may be able to get more information on the gang wherever we choose to eat. The right food puts you in the gossiping mood." The pink-hair girl smiled at her teammates, finishing putting on her belt and thigh straps that she had picked up while talking. Picking up her swords she spun them a few times before sliding them into their holsters that go from the belt to the thigh straps.

"Ready when you all are."

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Bran Brass

Bran rose from his spot as he clicked Needle back together, looking over at Jasper. "And you have an idea of where exactly we should eat to get that information?" The redhead asked as he placed the rifle on the magnetic clip on his back. "I'm thinking anywhere that serves dishes from Mistral, I miss home." Bran yawned as stopped a moment grabbing out some thread from his and a needle he could work on patching that hole in his cloak while they were at lunch. "Well at least while we're out here I'll have time to sew up a few garments," Bran spoke gladly about his hobby.

"Well let's head out. Though I would keep a weapon close..." He paused walking towards the door. "I believe we have a secondary objective which is to bond and get to know each other more as a team." He said turning to look at his teammates. "So over lunch, we can all talk a bit about what we did while we were on break? We putting each other lives in each other's hands so whats a little gossip. It's not like our scrolls get decent reception out here, we can't tell anyone what we find out until we go back." Bran shrugged as he waited by the door looking over the squad. They were usually all reserved but he needed to get them talking and trusting each other first way to do that is by making them all more than friends but good friends people they wanted to trust and work.

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Ezekiel Garnetus

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Zeke dug into his bag and brought out his pair of tonfas, Virtus and Vitium, and placed them on his back, a click signifying that they were not going to go anywhere anytime soon. At the mention of gossiping, Zeke became slightly suspicious. While he had grown accustom with working as teammates and associates, perhaps even willing to call them the closest thing to friends he had, he had yet to decide if he put his trust with them. His past experience with humans left a bitter taste and wasn't a hundred percent certain if these three were not like the others. Even if they were different, would he trust him? He nodded a Bran as he pushed the thoughts to the side.

"It would do us well to get to know one another better," he slightly forced out deciding he could divulge a little bit about himself without to much to fear.

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Aurelia Persinette

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That seemed to settle things. Though unanimous, each person seemed to take the idea of getting to know one another in their own way. Jazz was more than happy to indulge, Bran was as serious as ever, and Ezekiel...looked a little hesitant. Aurelia rocked on her feet, slightly going forward and back, though she stood still as everyone went for the door. Taking Rampion into her hands, she twisted it slightly, watching the normally long rod collapse slightly into a shorter, more manageable form. Hanging it off her hip like an odd chakram, she practically bounced towards the door. It was hard to hide her excitement; one of the reasons she wanted to become a huntress in the first place was to explore the world. Considering it was her first time visiting Clearwyn, that meant it ticked off the goal of exploration.

As she walked out, Aurelia's eyes darted this way and that, as if unsure what to look at first. It may not have been as big a deal to anyone else, but she wanted to take it all in as much as she could. Taking in a breath, she spun on her heel, clapping her hands together. "Where shall we go?" She asked, positively giddy. "First place we see? Explore our options? Take a recommendation?"

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Team BAJE made their way out into the town, the teammates looking for a good place to eat at and get to know each other. After asking a few of the townspeople and finally finding one willing to answer them without fear of the gang giving them problems, the team headed to the suggested small town restaurant. Upon walking in they would find it was a mix of a bar and restaurant, the group met with a few glares, even fewer looks of hope, and mainly just people giving them a glance then ignoring them.

When the group sat down, in a corner away from everyone else, the owner approached them and told them he was giving them free meals and free drinks as a thank you for what they were doing for the town. Shortly after he informed Team BAJE of this the meals were brought to the four along with glasses of a non-alcoholic version of a drink the restaurant is known for.

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Thank the man who brought out the food as he quickly walked away Jasper looked down at the food than to her teammates. "Well I don't know about you all but I'm starving and all of this looks delicious. The girl grinned at her teammates before digging into her food, making sure to still try and use proper table manners while eating at the speed she was eating. Jasper did pretty well keeping up her table manners but only to the point that someone shoveling food into the mouth really could.

After finishing over half her meal within a couple minutes she realized she needed to probably slow down, plus the team was supposed to be bonding so she needed to focus more on her teammates now. The pinkette placed her utensils down and took a sip of the drink before putting her hands in her lap looking at her three teammates. She knew a decent amount about the three but still, she knew all of them, including herself, still held back important parts of themselves. Things that could help deepen their bonds and help them grow their friendships along with their teams ability to work in sync with each other. "So.... How was everyone's break?" Jasper drew out the so, not helping with how the question sounded a bit awkward coming out of her mouth as she didn't know what else to ask all of them.

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Bran sipped his drink, humming delighted as he took small bites of the meal provided trying not to be a glutton. He was starving the same as his teammates, hearing Jaspers question he sighed and figured it best he start by sharing something he hadn't been quiet about. His family, growing up basically considered a half-breed had colored his view, he looked like a human but anyone who knew him thought of him as a Faunus and Faunus he met thought of him as a human. It was a rather interesting dilemma and uncommon however after a year with his team and as the leader, he knew he had to make the effort first. Clearing his throat he began to talk about his vacation, trying to play off his attempts at hiding his heritage in the past.

"Pumpkin damn near drove me mad. Autumn came home as well between sparring with my big sister, helping mom run the inn, and taking care Pumpkin I had a full vacation... And I'm very happy to be back where only Jasper tests my sanity." The short man chuckled offering Jasper a short glance. Then paused a moment. "Ah right... I've never showed you all my family." He reached into his pocket producing his scroll, he opened it and showed them a picture... Two very tall deer Faunus with long antlers stood either side of Bran, elbows leaned on his shoulders the tallest one had auburn hair and the short sister brown. Holding his hands and right in front of him was a young girl with red hair like his own wearing a massive smile.

"My mother was a deer Faunus." He explained simply as he let them all see the picture before turning off the scroll, acting as if this wasn't a big deal when to most people this knowledge could get him into serious trouble.