[System]
Age: 25
Gender: Orc

Species: The great orc like beast stands 8 feet tall, and has thick green skin. Most Orcs tend to be dumb and agressive creatures, always fighting for their own survival without regards for others. But Corc is one of the exceptions.

Appearance:

Corc is completely bald, and wears thick leather armour that covers his upper body. He wears brown pants, which have been tattered and damaged somewhat from below. He has a big scar on his chest area, which is covered up by his armour. He also carries a thick, two horned helmet on his back, which is tied firmly to his neck. He also wears dark brown shoes and spiked gauntlets.

Abilities: Corc has great strength and durability, but his speed is lacking. Despite being an orc, he can be surprisingly intelligent during battle sometimes, assuming he's serious.

Special Weaknesses: Magic and focused piercing attacks. If the same part of his body is targeted repeatedly, he will eventually take severe damage.

Weapons: A massive mace, a large helmet, spiked gauntlets.

Items: Corc carries a healing salve with him, which can slowly heal wounds after a long period of time.

Backstory: For the last ten years, Corc has been working for the Stormpeak Empire in order to make a living. He would often travel the world, not quite living in one place for long for good reason. Many people do not enjoy the company of orcs, as they often break into violent fits and destroy everything and everyone around them, including their own allies. Corc, however, had learned discipline during his many missions. He can still be consumed by his anger, but he has learned how to control it for the most part.

The Stormpeak Empire, however, values the great strength that Orcs possess. As such, many of them were allowed to live in the mountains. Corc himself grew up on one of those mountains, with his father and mother.

Other: Corc often does whacky things to please himself and those he considers his allies, either just to have fun or because he's bored. He is unusually kind and understanding, unlike most of his race. He is kind-hearted, and would risk his life to protect his friends if need be.

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....

 Fauve had to laugh when the runner ran right into Gabriel, nothing like a moronic incident to get a giggle out of her. Cheap thrills, that's about the sum of her life. The incident did ring true from one perspective though, this running bookworm had some important matter going on to be in such a hurry, especially at this time of night. Honestly, she didn't give two damns about what important matters the guy had going on, but since Fauve, as usual, had little better to do, she leaned in against Jack to view the map.

The map wasn't really anything special, and resembled one made by those dumbass pirate types who were stupid enough to mark off the location of their treasure on a piece of parchment. Nothing like being so blatantly dumb that you need to make a drawing to remember where you hid your wealth. That of course didn't mean this was a treasure map of any kind, especially since crossing off an entire town and circling a nearby forest didn't exactly mark a specific spot, but it did amuse Fauve's mind just a little to entertain the thought of it for a passing minute.

"You are right about one thing, Gabe," She said, taking her weight off Jack and looking in direction the runner had gone, "this map could mean anything, and it's because of that I'm not too overly keen on traipsing after the guy. Hell, he might have just been running because he's late getting to bed with a whore for the night, and the map could be no more than his recently expired travel plans. Nadska's been done and done, so to speak."

She reached up and plucked a small twig from the tree, stuck one end in her mouth to chew it while mulling the situation over a tad more. She looked up the road. She looked down the road. She looked back at the tavern. She spat the twig from her mouth.

"You know what?' She said, gave her crotch another hefty scratch. "I don't really give a shit either way, but I haven't got nothing better to do either. That's my life in a nutshell, to be perfectly honest, so I'm up for a little mosey around if you two are. Might even turn out to be a bit of fun."

She chugs back a few swallows of wine and tosses the empty bottle aside.

 ....

[Assistant]
A tinge of dread shot through Ren upon catching sight of the bumbling thief who managed to bump into another person before vanishing into the shadows of the village outskirts. Anything that went out of Nadska's routine almost always spelled disaster for more than just one reason. There was something sacred with the daily rote of everyone's task in the village: the bakers heated their ovens at five in the morning; the guards changed their shifts at six; and the monks chanted their Reshud at seven. This synchrony of activities meant that everything was going fine, that nothing was wrong. Thus, once something is out of place, like random theft at dawn, meant that everything else in the town was going to follow (like the murder committed in the tavern, for one). With the guards too busy investigating the tavern, no one was there to catch the thief, and it was only a matter of time before this things escalated.

However, all of these doubts somewhat melted when the woman beside him held his arm and met his gaze with hers. At that moment, Ren wondered how can pale lavenders be so comforting when there were so many questions dangling in the air with regard to the future of his village. When the jolt of purple electricity ran through the nerves of his skin, Ren's eyes widened as his mouth opened in a look of pleasant of surprise. The tiny violent fork mesmerized the musician who began to laugh in a voiceless fascination before looking at the woman again.

She had already begun talking about the town hall, and Ren only nodded in agreement. The town hall stored a lot of information with regard to the village's status. If anything, they might contain records of any sightings in the area. But, Ren gulped in doubt when he realized that Devlin had the social communication skill of a babe. Her choice of words were not exactly friendly or... normal, should he dare place it. She also had that righteous temper she needed to keep track of. Diplomacy was important in the field of politics, and, perhaps, he can help her out in that area should she decide on it. After all, he certainly did not want her reducing another person to an ashen heap with those purple electric surges of hers.

But, that can be topic for another day (or, a few hours later).

He placed a reassuring hand on top of hers which gripped his forearm. He then began to weave a series of signs which expressed the message of 'you can always expect my help; and this church will be your home as well'. A heavy silence already curtained the temple which served as the sign that the monks of Heren already slumbered on after an exhaustive night of prayers.

When Devlin expressed her intention to rest as well, Ren lit up as he began to lead her down the stairs where they could retire to his quarters for some well-earned rest. But, the dreary quiet made the surroundings of the village all the more clearer. The winds carried with them an ominous sound, almost like a cacophony of roars reverberating in the forest opposite of Nadska. Another breach of routine. Ren's neck snapped in the seeming direction of the noise like a prey sensing a predator. His gaze hardened as it swept over the blanket of darkness shrouding the woodlands, and his teeth bit at his bottom lip in worry.

He opted to turn his sights on Devlin before giving her a worried smile. He began to create his signs again.

'Did you hear that, too? I heard a roar.'

The musician turned his sights up to the night sky slowly being pierced with dawn's light. The red streaks of the sun forking out in wispy streams as it illuminated the shadows. He breathed in a fresh scent of air as if relishing the last few sights and scents of normalcy before everything goes into madness. He really wished that he was wrong, but with the trend of things, the world just wanted to keep proving him wrong.

'That is not what you are looking for, right?' Ren signed.

After a moment, Ren shook his head before offering a weak grin. He raised his hands again.

'My apologies-- burdening you with such thoughts when we should be resting, right?'

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Corc began to step out of the forest, hoping to be able to spend the night in a tavern. More loud thumps could be heard throughout the forest from behind, causing the orc to stop immediately. He turned around to see what it was, but he was unable too. A load roar suddenly echoed throughout the forest, making Corc raise his guard. The darkness of the night made it difficult for him to see what was coming, and whatever it was had chosen to take caution in it's approach. The orc seemed confuzzled for a moment. "Corc no longer roaring and stomping...IS CORC HAVING DEJA VU?!" He muttered to himself.

That's when Foeldar appeared from the darkness of the night, his arms raised. The orc rose his arms immediately in response, catching Foeldar's arms firmly right before they smashed into his head. Despite catching it, the orc began to slide back further and further from the sheer force of Foeldar's strike. Corc seemed surprised and seemed to be having some trouble. "Urk...!" He'd fought many enemies in the past, but only very few had enough physical strength to push him back. The orc dug his feet slightly into the dirt, taking a more sturdy stance. He stopped sliding backwards. He began to use the strength of his own arms to try to push both his and Foeldar's arms towards their side. Corc frowned. "Why do trees keep attacking Corc?...Corc did nothing wrong!" He blurted out in response.

Both Corc and Foeldar's physical strength seemed on par with one another, causing it to essentially turn out into a power struggle between the two monstrosities. Corc had no intention of losing! He'd show this new tree opponent what for, too! "Corc will SMASH..." He huffed angrily, but then another roar emerged. But this time, it did not come from Corc or Foeldar's mouths, but from below. "CORC HUNGRY..." He muttered in a sad tone, as his stomach continued to growl. Corc had been travelling for several hours without eating.

[Assistant]
A low growl emanated from Foeldar's throat as Corc caught both of his mighty arms in it's hands. Foeldar pressed down with all of his might, but to no avail, as the orc had found its footing. Weakling. The growl became a low roar, building with his frustration at the orc's refusal to die. A rumble from below, and the orc kept yelling. The colossus took a deep breath and forced himself down upon the resilient creature with all the strength he could spare. Make it squeal. Foeldar's mouth shot wide open and released a raspy howl. A thick, cyan cloud poured out from within, the hallucinogenic spores quickly infiltrating Corc's lungs with every breath. It would only take a few spores, a few seconds to take hold.

The low roar slowly began to shift into a devilish chuckle as Foeldar retrieved his arms from the hands of his foe and delivered a swift but shallow kick to push the orc away, backing off slowly and watching intently for signs that the spores had fulfilled their purpose. Lily watched as the once gentle giant donned the face of an expectant murderer, standing emotionless by a distant tree. You're having too much fun. Foeldar's eyes drifted to her, attracted to the light glinting from her eyes. She was never there. He turned his head slowly back to Corc, expecting to see the orc struggling to comprehend the hallucinations that should've already begun. Foeldar had been holding back for as long as he could remember, but now he found an enemy worthy of his full might. Tonight was a night for fun. And he would have his fill.

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Corc coughed for a moment as Foeldar's cyan cloud entered his throat, but lowered his body low enough for his chest area to take the brunt of the kick, sliding back slightly. It did not hurt him much. "Tree man tough, but not Corc tough! C..Corc..." He mumbled, as the hallucinations began to take hold. He suddenly relived some of his past memories. But all of it seemed incredibly real. He saw several kids appear out of nothing near him, and begin to throw rocks at him. "Boo! Dumb Orc! You stink!" One of the kids cried. They continued pelting the Orc with rocks, until their mother showed up and hastily grabbed the children by their arms. "No, don't get close to him! They're dangerous monsters!" She hissed, and pulled them off.

Corc staggered further back in a panic. "C...COOOORRCCC!! STOP!!" He shrieked. This was one of the memories that he hated most. What was going on? He'd already seen this happen. It went the exact same like back then. The orc, slowly but surely, began to realise what was going on. Corc had been in many battles, and illusionary techniques wasn't something new to him. If he were just an ordinary, simple-minded Orc, he would have certainly gone on a rampage. Corc began to calm down, but it didn't improve his situation much. He still constantly saw heavy illusions, from people that he'd fought up to duking it out with ferocious animals that terrorised towns long ago.

Corc glared around to see where Foeldar was, but he failed to see him. His position was completely obscured by the illusions. The orc pulled his mace from his back out of sheer instinct. He calmly waited for the illusions to wear off. After all, attacking blindly would not help him. He'd often been targetted with poison gas attacks during his many missions, as it was an easy way to take down a giant, slow orc from a distance. As such, he'd gained a strong immunity system against poison, which made him incredibly good at resisting it. He focused on the ground now, listening for any sudden movements like Foeldar's feet thumping or his growling to discern his foes' location. He would be ready to strike if Foeldar came close. 'Corc not think he would have such good fighting now...' He thought. Despite having a strong immunity against poison, the hallucinations were a different story.


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

[User]
Prince Aiden didn't know how to respond to this level of betrayal. "Wel- What can I do then?"

"Well I mean, the only thing that we can do now is kill your brother." Neil replied flippantly, talking out of his ass as he usually did in hairy situations. It usually worked, oddly enough. This time was no exception.

"I can't kill him." Aiden said, defeated. While the prince was in a downward spiral, Neil's brain was working a mile a minute. He approached the prince. "You're going to need to start thinking about this whole thing differently. Why do you wear dress uniform if you've never been in combat?"

"I have been in combat." Aiden said, though halfway through his sentence Neil started talking again, interrupting the prince. "Didn't he kill your father? Have you forgotten that you're now an orphan?" He let the words sink in. "Because of him? The brother you're trying to protect so much. Killed your father then your sister. He tried to duel you to the death when we were visiting and now he's framed you in front of the entire planet and it's put us in jeopardy too. You know usually I don't mind jeopardy-"

"Enough!"

"Unless it's the vidcaster game show-"

"I said shut up."

"We're in his compound now." Neil pressed. "I'm no assassin but if we don't do this, your father's murderer will win and I don't know about you but your dad seemed like a cool guy. You know maybe you were so far up your own ass you never noticed."

Aiden punched Neil in the face, staggering the Pilot. Taya's jaw dropped, her gasp audible. Neil caught himself as Aiden grabbed his bruised fist and rubbed it, looking at Neil in anger. The young pilot rebounded quickly, with only a split lip. But he didn't strike the prince back. Instead he tongued behind his gums, and then spat out a small bit of blood. "Was wondering if you had it in you." Neil said.

The Prince breathed heavily, but his eyes met those of Neil and they seemed to have a brief understanding. Neil had purposely goaded Aiden into rash action to prove he had the capability of not simply being a negotiator. Taya walked up and grabbed Neil's face, looking at his lip as she asked. "So what do we do?"

[Assistant]
unebug's mouth flattened into a hard line of disapproval as the brief scuffle unfolded. She glanced at Taya's screen as the girl moved to interpose herself between the two men. Most of it was nonsense to her, save for the running video of a news cast discussing the video of 'Aiden' killing his sister.

"How do we know he is even still here?" Aiden asked pointedly refusing to look at Neil.

"He probably is, down with the command group of this little coup," Sayeeda replied, running a hand through her slightly too long hair. She made a mental note never to leave the Highlander without her armor again and then mentally chided herself for it. You couldn't be on all the time, not and still be human at any rate.

"Besides he dosen't strike me as the kind to leave his hot little piece here..." she nodded at the trussed woman. She was awake now and gared at Sayeeda with impotent fury, unable to speak for the cargo tape over her mouth.

"... all alone," Sayeeda concluded and winked suggestively at the bound woman. Spots of color appeared on the other womans cheeks, making her look lovely rather than the enraged she was probably going for.

"What are our options then, go down their shooting? Surely it has to be more complicated than that."

"People always seem to think going in shooting is uncomplicated," Junebug complained philosophically.

"But he has already spread the video that shows you killing your sister," Taya interjected, "Will the people still support you?"

"I had enjoyed fairly broad based support, this conspiracy is based on whipping up uncertainty rather than any love for Alexander," Aiden said looking uncomortable.

"We can release the unedited footage," Taya said, "It might take a while but people will accept the …"

"Yeah yeah," Junebug interjected, "all very interesting points to consider after the usurper is dead. Taya get into the video feeds and find out where they are." The girl leaped to the console and began typing furiously.

The bound woman's eyes flicked to the door, beacuse Junebug was looking at her she caught the motion. The indicator had gone green, someone was in the hall. She lifted her weapon just as the door hissed open.

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Senator Giaus entered the room, in the middle of reciting an oration he was to give soon before he realized that he stared down the barrel of a machine gun. He froze two steps in, gathering his wits to process just what had happened. Behind him four armed men held their weapons at the ready.

"Wait!" Giaus ordered his men, keeping them from unloading into the room. Neil had his gun aimed at Giaus's calm visage. The man wasn't elderly yet, but he was definitely aged, with a well groomed light grey beard and close cropped hair. His blue eyes were sharp and intelligent, and he would appear kindly if not for the circumstances that were transpiring at the moment. Giaus's eyes went to the gorgeous woman on the ground, and then back to Prince Aiden, and then to his companions.

Once the senator realized he was still alive, he began to speak. "I see you're resourceful," he said, and if Neil didn't know better, he could swear there was admiration in his voice. The men behind him wore tactical helms, darkened visors obscuring their faces. Giaus drew himself up, his arms and hands now firmly rested within the arms of his robes. "Come now, what do you hope to accomplish?" He asked. "Dar'mond is the mob. Even if you somehow succeeded here, Prince Aiden would need to convince millions he was innocent."

"I think you should be focusing more on how you're getting out of this mess," Neil said. Taya had already hidden herself behind the couch. "See we tend to shoot first and think strategic politics later, and as of this moment you're not giving us a lot of incentive to hold back."

[Assistant]
Gaius stiffend in fear but his face looked resolved. Junebug recognized the expression from the faces of rookie troopers about to run a gauntlet of enemy fire. The man clearly figured that so long as he held firm and survived he would be victorious. That didn't stop him from being afraid, but he probably didn't think Aiden would kill him out of hand. It as poor judgment indeed if the senator thought Aiden was even the second biggest threat in the room right now.

"Taya, can you pull up holocam footage from the security system?" Junebug asked as an idea crawled into her mind. Taya made a vexed sound from her monitor, artfully experessing how limited she judged Junebugs understanding of technical matters.

"Yes, but there are thousands of cameras in the palace, even sorting by confernce rooms or something it could take…"

"Can you back track from this stiff's arrival, I'm willing to bet he came from wherever they were holed up." The speculation as immediately borne out by a look of panic on Gaius' face. Taya spun back to the console and began furiously tapping buttons. It would take her a minute or so but using the sophisticated holo editing software it was at least possible.

"Did you know that they were going to kill my father," Aiden asked quietly. Gaius stiffened at the question and cast a sidelong look at the prince, his face becoming a mask of false disgust.

"You mean did I know that YOU were going to kill your father" the senator mocked. Aiden's eyes blazed with fury and he took a step closer to Gaius. The man must have known Aiden as a gentleman, or else his contempt for the prince overmastered his reason.

"For generation we have made do licking your family's boots for what scraps you give us, well from now on its going to be different, Alexander was so desperate that his handsome big brother not ascend to the throne 'he' was destined for. We wil supplant him within a year. I think we proved that your family is just as mortal as the rest of us when we killed dear old dad…"

Aiden made a growl of inarticulate rage and lunged at the seator. Junebug realised to late he was going for a pistol and leaped for the prince. Aiden smashed the butt of the weapon into the old man's nose with a sickening crunch that sent him staggering back. The big pistol went off just as Junebug grabbed Aiden's arm. The boom was deafening in the high ceilinged chamber. Gaius screamed and pitched back against a wall, clutching his hip where blood welled between his fingers.

"You idiot!" Junebug snapped as she pulled the pistol from the prince's hand.

"He killed my father, I have every right…" The palace alarm began to sound, a high warbling sound.

"You had the right?!" She pointed her assault rifle at the moaning senator offhanded and squeezed the trigger. A half dozen rounds stuttered out, jerking the man spasmodically and spraying blood and brain matter against one of the expensively polished walls.

"Who gives a fuck about your rights? Now the whole fucking palace knows we are here!" she snarled, thrusting the pistol back into Aiden's hand and springing for the door to the patio. It as securely locked barring retreat to the air car, not that it would have been a great option with the anti-air defences alerted. She put three rounds into the reinforced glass, resulting in little more than a scratch.

"Looks like the only way out is through," she said, her voice growing calmer as her options narrowed and there was nothing left to do but actually act.

"Taya feed as the route as you decode it, Neil, lets go," she commanded, leaping over the remains of the senator and racing deeper into the palace.

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Neil decided to save Aiden from more anger and embarrassment so he didn't even look at him as he followed Junebug. "Aye, Captain." He said, his combat shotgun at the ready as the door slipped open and closed behind the two of them. The halls remained as decadent as the previous ones, though Neil could see more functional doors and less flashy and aesthetic decorations the deeper in they moved. Taya directed them forward, and they found themselves in a wider hallway that was dome shaped. The walls curved from the ground into a domed ceiling, making the hall an elongated half circle. Floral arrangements on foyer tables and overhanging tapestries framed the red walkways.

Neil poked his head out, and confirmed the coast was clear at the moment for Junebug. He swept left and she swept right, and they moved out the next Taya spoke.

"Ok, go to the left and continue until you enter a fork in the walkway, and turn right. The forward gate is a blast door and impossible to open unless you used the Highlander's guns. But you can go around it through a series of rooms and another hallway. Past that you can open the blast door and give us a way out." She said.

"Any bad guys?" Neil whispered through the comm.

"I can't tell yet. I don't have full access." She reported, and the clicking of her fast-typing fingers echoed over the comms before she turned off her frequency for the moment. Neil looked at Junebug and shrugged, before they continued forward through the route Taya had informed them of. It looked like she was right about the first few turns, and the blast door. Even this massive slab of Xarconian steel was embroidered with Gold.

"Before we leave," Neil commented. "Let's steal something."

A rough and croaky noise was heard from the left, and it took both Neil and Junebug only a few moments before they were sprinting right. Junebug kicked though the first door they found to hide in, and she yanked Neil inside just as the hostiles were approaching the blast doors. Neil took the smallest peek out of the doorway before closing it slowly and silently. "Hexanagallions." He breathed and rolled his eyes, shrugging as if to say 'what are you gonna do?'

A race of reptilian Xenos, with tall and hulking humanoid bodies, 3 massive fingers and 3 massive toes akin to hooves, along with 4 mandibles. They were some of the more popular mercenaries employed by humans, and were members of one of the few civilizations that could boast about being able to withstand humanity's xenophobic attitudes with force and barbarity. Superb soldiers and disciplined troops nonetheless. Neil should have known that the royal family could afford a handful, along with what he suspected was a small army of guards.

The room they were in looked like a supply room. Unfortunately it had no weaponry or ammo. But dried foodstuffs, nutribars, hypercompact rations and small utility tools were arrayed upon the walls and the desks. With a quick inspection, the cabinets were filled with the same.

Outside, the heavy footfalls of the Hexanagallions grew audible. Their harsh, guttural tongue barked as they closed. Junebug held herself still, gripping her weapon. All was silent within the room, until she heard a crackle. She would turn to see Neil opening a nutribar, and he spotted her giving him an incredulous look. He stopped, not thinking it was that loud but seeing it wasn't worth the risk.

They passed by after what seemed an eternity, and the two breathed easily. Neil sighed, and opened the nutribar fully. "Oh this is so good." He said. As the pilot bit into the bar, he was knocked aside by the door behind him opening, and three human guards in tactical gear walked in swiftly, obviously going to find the disturbance further within the palace wing.

"Why always the door?" he said under his breath.


[System]
Description:
Human Form

Dragon Form

Demigod Form:

Age: 17

Race: Dragonite

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby

Favorite Interest:: None, see above

Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself.

Person of Interest:

Bestfriend: None

Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival.

Most Hated Word: None

Quote: "Everything is just so fragile"

Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life

Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat

Ambition: None

Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath

Title: Has yet to receive one

Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks

Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists

Egis Name: None yet

Egis Weapon Type: None yet

Egis Weapon: None yet

Contracted Deity: None yet

Deity's Element Alignment: None yet

Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet

Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet

Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual

Element: Fire

Weakness: Water

Magical Level: D

Special Skills:

Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races.

Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger

Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage.

Techniques:

Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes.

Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body.

Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it.

Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns.

Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped.

He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind.

Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him.

The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share.

He was only 7 years old.

After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away.

After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out.

When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled.

Name: Danny Mason

Description:

Demigod Form:

Age: 17 1/2

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good

Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible.

Favorite Interest: Cooking

Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that.

Person of Interest:

Bestfriend: None

Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body

Most Hated Word: None

Quote: None

Important Value in Life: Happiness

Favorite Food: He loves everything

Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father.

Sin Guilty of Most: None

Title: Has yet to receive one

Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways.

Weapon Preference: Tonfas

Weapon Name:

Egis Name: None yet

Egis Weapon Type: None yet

Egis Weapon: None yet

Contracted Deity: None yet

Deity's Element Alignment: None yet

Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet

Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet

Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual

Element: Water

Weakness: Fire

Magical Level: C

Special Skills:

Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along.

Techniques:

True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states.

Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up

Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father.

A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...

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Axel paused, and part of him was talking to himself and the other was talking to Aart, "This is bad. This is really bad." He managed to get the terminal working, and surprisingly accessed the crash data without much problem. If it was sabotage, whoever did it seem to not interfere with the ships analytical protocols.

Axel paused again, making an audible breath that echo'ed through the speaker, "I had set up a system to record any data about any incident where one or more of the ship's systems was compromised. I managed to salvage the results, however, it is gibberish. It is just, random junk code that ends up meaning nothing. I can't find any immediate evidence of sabotage in the system, either someone really knew what they was doing to bring the ship down without me noticing, or.."

Axel took another deep breath before going on, "I.. I.. I just don't know. According to the analytics, all systems was at normal functioning rate, and then something happened that the ship tried to record but end up just producing junk. The data stops before the crash, so I will have to manually check the status of the ship's system, however, I am not optimistic about it."

[Assistant]
The beast when it was trapped in he ball concentrated its energy and devoured the ball with its own energy. When it managed to escape form the ball that was created by Nathan it was evident that regular magic wasn't going to work on this enemy. One could only think what could work on this beast as it only stared at Danny and Nathan pressing its foot at the ground like it was about to charge at them once again.

The girl who was fighting her beast earlier managed to defeat her enemy then looked over and saw that there were two people in the air. Both of them who were male which she saw they were trying to use magic to subdue their demon. She could only shake her head since she knew these beasts could not be defeated by conventional magic alone. She didn't know whether to get involved or to just watch from a distance as she let her sword kiss her ankles as it glowed brilliantly like when the moon shone downs on the shimmering waters of the lake that its reflection embraces.

Tsukiko had been watching what was going and saw that Danny and Nathan were in the area. She took a look behind her and the man who had saved her earlier was gone. Also the beast he fought wasn't around either. She didn't quite understand what was going on. The man was there a moment ago, but when she became fixated on the girl and her two colleagues he slipped away without her getting a chance to thank him or ask for his name. It was okay for her to move her hand away from where her skirt was being lifted up in the air by the energy of that individual since he was nowhere to be found and all she could see was a giant black spot on the ground which looked like the imprint of the beast. She heard a familiar female voice yell out and ask where she was. She softly spoke just loud enough for her to hear her, "I'm over here."

[User]
"Huh...wasn't expecting that" Danny said as he saw the beast break out of his spell. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?"

"I've got a few." Nathan walked forward a little. Not enough to provoke the creature to attack right away, but enough to make him it's target. When the beast finally did charge at him, he was ready, with spiritual magic charging his entire body. When the beast reached the end of it's charge and jumped at him, Nathan acted; with his body enhanced by magic, he was able to reach out and grab both of it's front limbs. Without wasting even a moment, Nathan began to spin around in place, picking up speed as he held onto the creature. Once he had reached sufficient speed, he raised his arms to a 45 degree angle and let go. The creature went soaring, climbing high into the air before it hit the ground somewhere far away from them. "With any luck, that should have taken care of it."

"Jeez, that looked brutal" Danny cringed

Nathan shrugged "I'd rather not get into a fight if I don't have to. Assuming it survives the landing, I doubt it'll be in any condition to follow us."

"Fair enough. Finding Tsukiko is more important."


[System]
Pokemon: Dialga

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Hometown: Fuchsia City, Kanto Region

Level: 39

Ability:Pressure

Moves: Aura Sphere, Earth Power, Dragon Claw, Dragon Breath, Fire Blast, Metal Burst.

Legendary powers: Through the use of Dialga's time-bending abilities, Drystan can manipulate objects through their timeline. A varied power, it can manifest in a wide range of smaller abilities. By reversing the time of an object, he can recreate an exact copy of it from any point along its timeline. It helps to have all the fragments of the object present when doing this, but Diagla's power can drag them through if necessary, although this is more tiring. Smaller objects are quick and easy to do this with, but the bigger the object, the more power and time is needed to fully revert it. By breaking an object in half, Drystan can also then create two full replicas of the original, as an example. On the flip side, he can also accelerate the timeline, causing objects to age rapidly. These powers can operate either from hand, or from range on any object he has touched within an stock time period of an hour. This can extend longer if the object is kept close by, and likewise fade faster as the distance between Drystan and the object increases. The power has a great deal of variables to it. An object's start point in time, end point in time, and how long it takes to age from point a to point b is entirely configurable. He can whittle 5 minutes off an object over the course of 10 seconds, or snap it 500 years into the future in 2. Using this power on a container can affect the contents that is/would be inside of it, and this is one way to get around the singular cardinal rule governing its usage - that it cannot directly affect organic matter.

Held items: Dragon Fang
 Fire Blast (TM)
 Cigar
 Cigarettes
 Matches

Personality: A proud man, he can be found very quick to anger. He values loyalty through fear more than anything else, with all but two exceptions to that rule - Palkia and Deladriss. Playing to his ego makes him wary. Down to his past, Drystan isn't very trusting, always looking for the hidden agenda in people and their conversations, even when only eavesdropping. He will happily participate in light-hearted banter, but the more serious and personal it becomes, the more likely it is to piss him off. To friends, he is fiercely loyal. To everyone else, his loyalty can be bought, for a price, which doesn't usually include money. Drystan values his plan - and those involved - more than anything else in the world, and help to complete that would land someone in very good standing with him. With a sharp wit and silver tongue, attempting to engage in a conversation can be a nightmare - combined with a short fuse, and you risk losing a few teeth.

Backstory: Drystan's parents died in a car crash when he was 12, and he promptly found himself in foster care with the wicked witch of the west. After deciding that any life would be better than this, he ran away one night when he was 13, and began living on the streets of Fuchsia City. Surviving as a petty thief and selling whatever he stole to the various biker gangs in the city, he officially joined up with one shortly after his 15th birthday. The Steel Wing gang, led by a woman called Lumina.

Steel Wing had a rather specific dress code, and they operated as a biker gang, wearing mob-style get-ups straight out of the old mob movies. Suits, hats, all very business-like. They also, unsurprisingly, held a penchant for steel-type pokemon, with Lumina's partner being a Scizor. From living on the street, Drystan had never had the chance to develop a bond with a pokemon, and so wasn't of a great deal of use to the gang as a whole. Overall, he was forced to do the legwork while other members took on the actual important aspects. This became the status quo for over a year, until Drystan, remaining loyal throughout, earned enough trust to be loaned a Pokemon from Steel Wing. Finally, he became an enforcer, working alongside a wide range of Pokemon - from Aggrons to Bisharps.

From there, Drystan worked up the ranks until he stood as one of Lumina's trusted lieutenants through a mix of determination, skill, attitude and a sharp mind. Soon enough, Drystan was planning and running raids using Lumina's own pokemon, Deladriss. The two developed a strong working relationship over time. Steel Wing thrived with the two's abilities working in tandem.

Lumina was a loved leader, as much as they are, as everyone admired and owed something to her. That was enough to keep the rabble loyal and in order. Except one. Even the strongest admiration and love can't temper ambition. Drystan knew he was better than a simple lieutenant. Over the course of the last year, he had pretty much run the gang in all but name, planning every activity and making the place run like clockwork. So, he hatched another of his plans, this time aiming to oust Lumina in a way no-one would suspect.

By secretly rallying the city's gangs - and turning her own Scizor against her - Drystan assumed leadership of Steel Wing a few months after orchestrating the plan. After that, it moved with a ruthless efficiency. Operating through an ethos of fear, Drystan quickly crushed the other gangs who had been weakened after launching a full-scale attack on Steel Wing - only for it to fail. He had a tailored suit made for him a few days after assuming leadership, and with Deladriss at his side, things went smoothly for a time.

Until a biker gang from a neighbouring city shattered that illusion.

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Pokemon

Nickname: Deladriss

Species: Scizor

Gender: Female

Level: 37

Ability: Swarm

Moves: Fury Cutter, Razor Wind, Agility, Feint, Pursuit, Focus Energy.

Held item: Metronome

[User]
The twinkle in his eyes could be seen from space. "I..."

He took the piece of paper from Vuduin. "I can't possibly thank you enough," he said, unable to contain the relief and joy washing over him. "Our little band of misfit Avatars will prevent destruction, and perhaps people will look a little kinder on us as a result." Hammering the number into his phone, he sent a blank text message to it. "My number in return. I look after those in my employ, Vuduin. Should you need to talk to me, have any leads, or want to discuss payment, don't hesitate to call."

"Outside of that, I don't have anything else that I can think of for the moment," he said with a beaming smile, "unless you would like a down payment for your services?" Drystan's heart hammered in his chest as he began to take out a roll of notes from a pocket just inside his jacket. He flicked them in a flipbook style allowing Dialga to count the notes for him. A little over $1,500,  he thought. Dissapointing, but then, if it isn't enough, I can always make more. Taking the few odd notes from the total, he held the money out to Vuduin.

"Is $1,500 suitable?"

[Assistant] Vuduin nodded, whatever this man wanted it was obvious he was thankful for the help and that alone was enough to convince Vuduin to proceed. Of course the payment of enough money to keep Vuduin going for at least a year didn't hurt. Vuduin was glad he wasn't drinking the offered beer because he was pretty sure he would've done a rather embarrassing spit take. As it was he managed to get away with coughing forcefully. "Of course, it is very generous of you to offer so much before I've even done anything." Vuduin said thankfully and carefully grabbed the offered notes, tucking them away. "If I find something or am in need of something, you can be assured you will be informed quickly." Vuduin said as genuinely as possible. "With that, I believe our business for now is concluded, good luck with your next match, I'll be watching it for sure."

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Removing his hat and clutching it close to his chest, he lowered his head in a gesture of respect and thanks. "It is appreciated more than you can possibly imagine. Farewell for now, then." Turning to leave, he replaced the hat before looking over his shoulder once more. "Enjoy the beer, Shade," he said with a smile.

Drystan wandered, giddily swaying along the way. Today had been a complete whirlwind of emotions. For whatever reason, though, he had a good feeling about Vuduin. Passing a training gym, it was completely empty. Everyone who is still in a position to need the gym must have been out for lunch, leaving the Avatar alone in the room with only his thoughts, his Legend, and his Scizor. Having fared remarkably well since leaving his newfound friend, he finally couldn't hold it back any longer.

He laughed.

It was a solid, guttural laugh, the kind that's impossible to fake. The room was quickly filled with it, reverberating around the empty space. Wallowing in it, Drystan lit his cigar and allowed the sweet smell to simply float for a moment. He took a long draw, before continuing to laugh.

"Perhaps I don't give you enough credit, my host," Dialga said, in that trademark ethereal tone. It sounded particularly sing-songy now. "Your calling was in acting. Theatre work would suit you, the way you lead on an audience and captivate hearts." The Legend chuckled. "I am impressed."

Giving a theatrical bow to his imaginary crowd and the empty room, Drystan relished the praise and respect on offer. He so enjoyed proving himself more than just a pretty face to Dialga. A rasp like steel on steel cut through the air as Deladriss asked the simple question. "Why?"

"It's not like you to take an interest in the business side of things, my dear," he said, flashing her a wolfish smile. "Why the sudden interest?"

The Scizor sighed. "Must you answer every question with another question?" Deladriss moved to lean on the wall, calling back as she moved. "I don't know what you see in them. Do you even know who he is? Then there is that Gastly," she said with a shudder. "You know how much I hate ghosts."

The Avatar let off another chorus of laughter at that. "Ah, yes, the big-bad Scizor who is afraid of a little ghostie." Blowing a column of smoke into the room towards her, he did his best to make it vaguely ball shaped. "Wooooooo. Spooky, eh? " he said, with another light chuckle. "No, I don't know for sure who he is, but I have narrowed it down to two."

"Oh?" Dialga asked, very interested to see exactly what his host gained from the encounter.

"The dark clothing - in my mind - marked him out as either a Dark or a Ghost Legend. From the Gastly, you'd assume it was the latter. But..." Drystan left the sentence hanging to build suspense - and annoy Dialga. "When he allowed Shade to drink the beer, he did so with a gesture. Ergo, no telepathic communication."

"And the only Dark Legends are Darkrai and Yveltal."

His host answered with a smile.

Deladriss simply scoffed. "But why him?"

"Human intuition. You should try it sometime." Fishing out the leftover notes from his deal with Vuduin, Drystan pushed a continuous stream of power into his hands, spreading outwards to anything he would touch. Taking the largest note, he began ripping pieces off, each one reforming into a whole time and time again. Doing this roughly twenty times, he placed the notes together, rolled them up, and replaced them inside his jacket pocket. "And it didn't even set me back by a meaningful amount."

Although she wasn't happy, the Scizor accepted the outcome of the conversation.

"Why did you come up with that spiel about the past?" Dialga asked. "Did you suspect he wouldn't help if you told him the truth?"

Rolling the cigar in his hand, Drystan felt damn good. He felt as though finding the Orb was assured, and within the near future too. He almost completely missed the Legend's question - too preoccupied with the possibilities. "I suspected that I couldn't afford to take the chance. Vuduin seems to be a good guy, if a little 'Soldier of Fortune'-y. That said, I don't think it would have made a great deal of difference. We are still working towards the end goal of a safer world. We are trying to prevent mass casualties." Unable to swallow the smile creeping across his lips, he looked skyward in a defiant challenge to the Heavens. "Just not quite in the way I said. We will see how he fares. With luck, he'll be worthy of and willing to take a spot in our group."

"Speaking of which, the second anniversary of our plan is this week," Dialga stated proudly. "Have you given any thought to the name yet?"

"Yes. Given how much we have grown, it feels like high time to name our little group, doesn't it?" The Avatar paced back and forward, smoking the cigar and pondering the question. Only when a stub was left did inspiration finally hit him. "Sochraide Para." With that, Dialga began to laugh audibly inside his head, while Deladriss stared blankly. "It's taken from the tribal language, to preserve our secrecy. After all, many people wouldn't agree with this. It translates to The Funeral Parlour."

"I approve, my host. We shall soon have the Orb, and our progress can really begin." The Legend's ethereal voice darkened slightly, filled with determination and grit. "And only when we stand above the broken remains of that pompous so-called 'God' will it finally be complete."


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Coyote)

Weapon: Orthrus - A hallow metal staff with a bronze chain threaded through the single opening on either end. Attached on each end on the chain is a black grappling hook with a long spike protruding from the center, both of which can be fired and retracted at a high speed. These are usually used to bind enemies and increase Sepia's mobility, but they can also be tightened into either a double ended mace, spear, or morningstar.

Specialty: Scout/Support - Sepia's usual usage of her weapon and semblance cause her to be better suited for support rather than actual combat, as they make her able to harmonize her allies and bind her enemies. Her weapon gives her the agility and speed needed for a scout, but does not allow her to easily infilict actual damage.

Semblance: Constellation - Sepia's semblance allows her to temporarily link the minds and hearts of up to four people at once. This link usually lasts for only a few minutes, but allows the people under its control to perfectly match their thoughts and anticipate each others movements. Additionally, it can allow a team to communicate telepathically for a short time.

Personality: Much like the animal which she bears a resemblance to, Sepia is friendly, optimistic, borderline fearless, loyal, gentle, and has a good sense of humor. The flip side of this is that she is scatterbrained, easily manipulated, and has a hard time asserting herself.
Likes - Sewing, all things cute and frilly, clothes, animals (even bugs), when the people she talks to turn out to be friendly, being able to help someone, and being scratched behind her dog ears.
Dislikes - Not being useful, having to ask for help, forgetting things, people being unhappy, and anything that threatens her friends.

Color: A light, woody brown.

Emblem:

Usual Attire: Sepia usually wears short, elaborate dresses and thigh high stockings of her own creation. A gifted seamstress from a wealthy family, these dresses are frilly and bright, with elegant designs and made of expensive fabric. She is capable of fighting in her usual attire easily, as well as the high heels that she wears almost all the time.

Appearance:
(Height - 5'7")

Voice: Cassandra Lee Morris

Music: Endlessly

[User]
Mindaro Mondays - Galla

Galla glanced up from her newspaper, lifeless hazel eyes meeting Luke's grey. He was looking somewhat irked, likely due to the no-show by someone who appeared to have been responsible for chaperoning his younger sisters around the school. She hadn't seen anyone matching the description he had given when she had been walking through the crowded campus, and there was no sign of the Tanner individual when the two Schwarz siblings had first approached her. If the fashion-impaired man wasn't visible, then he was likely to be keeping a low profile, now that he had been freed from his responsibilities by Luke.

"I haven't seen him," was her reply.

There were other possibilities, including being dead, but people didn't react well to such suggestions.

"He's their guardian?"

[Assistant]
Schwarzes

"Nah, he's more like our kinda-uncle!"

"A godfather?"

"Or maybe The Godfather..."

"Can you imagine him saying 'say hello to my little friend!'?"

"That's Scarface."

"Or 'I like dis painting. One dog's goin' one way, the other dog's goin the other way, and this guy in the middle's just sayin, 'whaddya want from me?!'"

"That's Goodfellas! Get it together!"

What kind of messed up movie lexicon did these girls have?! Dad must be crying, wherever he is!

As hilarious as it was to know our policeman father loved mafia movies, it was decidedly less hilarious to get caught up in trying to chastise those two unsalvageable pieces of work while I left poor Galla hanging, so I redirected my attention to her while they continued to prattle on for a moment.

"No, not quite. More like just the first person Mom and Dad reached out to who agreed to take them here earlier in the day. With the dude's vagabond nature, I'm honestly not surprised at it, but I guess being Mom's former teammate means you still answer the call. Even if it's the last thing anyone would reasonably expect of you."

"--Shaken, not stirred."

"Bond isn't even a mob flick!"

I rubbed my temples.

Help me.

[User]
"Who are you embarrassed of, your father or me?" It wasn't the way he would have liked to phrase the question, but using 'us' and grouping himself in with Gratia, Beryl, and Luke so soon as Bianca's 'inner circle' just felt like surrendering to a life of misery after only one shot had been fired.

He wouldn't give up after one shot.

He was a son of Atlas, not of Zephyr.

"Doesn't matter to me. I've met a lot of overeager parents today already," Jericho said casually, sipping at his cappuccino and tilting his head to look at the abashed birdbrain across from him. The smile on her face had been waxing and waning since he'd walked in, which was odd. Normally her irrepressible bubbly attitude bordered on the downright air-headed. To see her somewhat downbeat left said quite a lot about the state of her family. Not that he could relate - his family (obviously still being alive, a claim that Bianca had observed with skepticism but not actually treated as the joke it was, the goddamn moron) had always gotten along rather well, and the Mindaro household probably would have left him projectile vomiting and shivering on the ground with a gun between his teeth after a week of their endless hugs and kisses and squeals of joy.

But it turns out that, surprise surprise, Bianca "Things are bad all over, Ponyboy..." Nuit had a troubled home life.

I even miss Speer already.

"It's only one day," Jer continued. "One family day a year, maybe a semester if you're not lucky, multiplied by four years at Beacon. That's four to eight visits, maybe four hours tops, that's still only barely over a day of downtime you have to spend with him before you graduate. That's assuming you try avoiding him over the summers by staying with Gratia, or at some beach resort, or that space hotel Griese Experimental wants to hurl into orbit in the next few years. Then, after graduation, you can call him on his birthday, send him a card or two at holiday time, and wait until he craps out and say something nice at the funeral. Then you don't have to worry about him."

It might have been harsh calculus, but it was hard to want to shelter a girl from someone who could toss her millions of lien for a coffee shop after one speed dial. Hopefully the news of her dad's impending death would bring Bianca some comfort. Life was too short to worry about who you were forced to spend it with - unless that someone was Bianca Nuit, staring at you like you were carrying a pair of handcuffs and an adolescence full of repressed sexual tension for her to exploit.

Granted, she would be half-right in that assumption...but the last thing he needed right now was for her to see his handcuffs.

"Look, Bianca, if there's one thing I learned in my life at Atlas, besides marksmanship, infiltration, proper surveillance, situational awareness, pain management in the field, hacking, driving cars, flying airships, controlled descent without a chute, how to kiss a guy, how to clean, and how to cook, it's that there's nobody who can survive everything forever," Jer offered, trying to be helpful. "If I put five bullets in your dad's head, that rich old bastard would go down for the count. If your dad's bodyguards put five in my dad's head, even a trained specialist like him isn't gonna be shaking it off any time in the next year or so. I learned that there's no reason to be scared of any person, because that person can meet death just as quickly as I can, in the same number of ways that I could. So in the long run, they don't have any God-given advantage over me - or over you. So unless your dad's Semblance is actually being God-given, the worst he can do to you is cancel your Palladium card. And unless that really will kill a spoiled birdbrain like you, you've gotta goddamn relax. You're making my hair uncomfortable."

There. No one could ever say he hadn't been a little nice to Bianca Nuit now. He had given her good advice. That was his obligation as a 'good' person, over and done with.

This cappuccino really filled a hole. His glowing scarlet rune settled down slightly.

"You're welcome."

[Assistant]
Diamond - Anywhaere and nowhere
The poor training dummy was rapidly approaching its expiration date under the barrage of fury Diamond vented on it. They were finally starting to move somewhere with the whole team thing. Granted, the move was to identify why they were not a team thing, but she thought she saw some progress, at least compared to earlier. And now this.

Roaring in anger she grabbed a telekinetic hold and yanked at the dummy strongly enough to tear it out of its housing and send it flying somewhere in Gren's general direction. Pure coincidence, oooooof course.

This sucks on ice. First Marcus, then Aurelius, now Cobalt. Who are they going to give us now, some rich trouser stain that will have yet another idea on how to do things and not being used to others telling them to shove it? That would maKE MY DAY!!! She shout-thought as another dummy ceased to exist, turned into a pincushion of icicles, sand spilling on the floor.

Still not even breaking a sweat, Diamond suddenly wished there were some ethereal robots and/or infernal woman after her with a vengeance. A struggle for dear life would at least take her mind off of things!

Then there is this parents day garbage. Rub some salt into the wounds, life, why don't you? she fumed inside, I can't even get half a dozen cats because Emerald would be either insulted or all over them. The thought of a per canary or something mouse like was a little amusing though.

Rrrip. Another sandbag was exploded when Diamond caught a telekinetic hold of its opposing ends and yanked at them.

Oh, and there is some douchebag ogling my teammate's mom. Call Marcus and the tank I wanna blow some shit up! She thought desperately

The remaining dummy was obliterated as Diamond encased it in ice, the weight pulling down the entire mechanism holding it.

Then she stopped, looking at the floor. She could swear her shadow was shimmering and grinning at her. Stop. She told herself. Find something else to do with that pent up energy other than fighting or you'll kill someone.

Pacing from wall to wall she sighed, running a hand through her hair. Go make some friends. There might even be some volunteers for a beating if you'll lucky. She thought with a smirk, looking towards Emerald just as her mother was done with her. Diamond decided the bad news could wait. There was probably no more than other orphans prowling the halls right now, but hey, misery loved company.

Diamond slipped by the others, looking for a victim.

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Datura - Splitting Off

Apparently, getting cracked in the head with a piece of rebar can have lasting consequences. Datura had always figured that Siri's decreased capability to remember things and write coherently had been at least somewhat caused by that particular incident, but she hadn't expected lasting pain to be an issue. Well, never mind that. It wasn't like she was the one who'd panicked and swung when the mutt's aura was depleted. "He was trying to protect you." The young woman frowned. She never could quite tell when her "daughter" was around whether or not these kind of thoughts were her own. She didn't think that such a dumb, sweet girl would be so manipulative, but why else would her inner voice be so sappy at times?

Lost in her thoughts, Datura didn't realize that she'd wandered a little ways from Soot and Siri, who were now engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation. "Those two. They could ramble on with each other for hours." Before she could head it off, a small smile appeared on her face. She could be mouthy at times to Soot, and downright mean to Siri, but as far as she was concerned, no one had better come between the two of them, even...her. She lightly pressed a hand against her abdomen without much thought. "Don't be like this, like how you always are. He practically raised her, but he chose to love you even though you didn't come to him as an innocent baby."

"Yeah, offering to hook up with someone to fix a huge mistake you made is a greeeeaaaaat first impression." Datura muttered, maybe a touch louder than she intended to. It wasn't like there was anyone around, tho - damn it. Blonde student at twelve o'clock.

She froze, unsure of how to explain what she'd said, or if she should just walk away and pretend that this girl didn't see her acting like crazy person.


[System]
Age: 22

Magic: Purifying Light Maker Magic- The perfect magic for a champion of light. Purifying Light Magic allows the user to make objects out of light, the only limits being their imagination and magic power. Its usefulness does not end there however. Anything that it's light touches immediately begins to feel the secondary effects of the magic. Evil is burned away and good is reinforced. The effects are not immediate however, the effects become more extreme the longer the light is in contact the target and the more area that is covered.

Magic Level: A-B

History: Born and raised in a fairly nondescript village, Lux grew up listening to stories of great and noble heroes. Unsurprisingly the young boy naturally wanted to follow in their footsteps. His every waking hour was spent trying become a hero. Ten years and a lot of pain later and he left his hometown accompanied by Jason Alexander. They were hardly the best of friends, in fact Lux was not even sure if Jason Alexander had any friends. However they were both heading out at around the same time and the young mage figured that it would be in both of their interests if they traveled together. It was hardly meant as a permanent situation but as time passed a sense of camaraderie grew between the two. It's been several years since then and the two are still traveling together.

Personality: The best word to describe Lux would "noble." He tries to live up his very rigid ideals at all times, even when it might cause him trouble. That's not to say that he is a stuck up killjoy or anything. Lux can take a joke as well as anybody.

Guild and guild mark location: Lux is not part of a guild at the moment.

Team Members: Jason Alexander

Three Strengths: (Not just combat)

1. Lux is extremely smart, the kind of person you would expect to be using Archive instead of his current magic.

2. He possesses excellent kinetic vision. He can track quickly moving objects and immediately chart an object's course.

3. Lux is an easily liked person.

Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)

1. Due to his morals Lux just can't leave well enough alone. If he sees a problem he just has to deal with it, even if it gets him into trouble.

2. For some reason or another Lux just can't seem to hold onto money for very long.

3. Sometimes has trouble letting things and people go.

Motivation: JUSTICE

Appearance:

Additional Details: Theme song-

[User]
Lazarus

He scowled like a child. "Fine." He threw his fur pelt back on, planting himself down. He calmed himself. "When you get back. We have some things to discuss. Ok?" He questioned assertively. He had nothing else to say.

[Assistant]
ENMA

The oni sat in the awkward atmosphere that was the Frenzy Plant stand. God, the tension was so thick that he could cut a damn hole in the air with a knife. Holy shit did they ever need to relax. Sure, Frenzy Plant wasn't exactly on the best of terms with Phoenix Wing, but this was just ridiculous. The games were a festive time of year where they should be having fun, not brooding while their comrades fought. God damn it was hard enough for him to enjoy the match as it was as he was stuck in between a rock and hard place with either supporting Nolan or his own guild and this wasn't helping! Jeez, so much for having a fun time.

Enma was seated next to his guild master, Sanders. The old man was ever silent as he watched the match, perhaps the only man that doesn't have a grudge against Phoenix Wing or at the very least, hard feelings towards Nolan. The oni leaned forward in his seat and said, "Yikes, what a scary bastard. I've fought him on countless occasions and I'm still struck with awe every time we fight. Nolan, heh, he's truly one hell of a monster and he's just getting stronger." He chuckled, looking at the match with a very nonchalant manner. "He's dangerous, excessively dangerous. It wouldn't surprise me if he actually does kill the gods one d-."

He stopped himself from finishing that sentence. His eyes widened when he realized that he had unleashed pure magic energy in a fit of rage and then proceeded to consume Xyster and Zander in a blast of pure darkness. "What the hell? What the hell happened to make Nolan so pissed?" Whatever playfulness in his voice was gone and replaced with an uncharacteristic nervousness. This was bad, really bad. Enma saw the condition that his two guild mates where in and it wasn't pretty. They looked like they were two steps to death with Nolan looking more than ready to send another hellish attack. Enma felt more than ready to jump in to throw in the towel before Nolan had he chance to kill them, but Joshua seemed to had brought him back to his senses.

Relief came over as he leaned back in his seat. Nolan calmed down so perhaps no one was going to die today. He spoke too soon. The deep booming of bells could be heard throughout the stadium and at the center of it was Xyster, turning into the embodiment of death that she was. There were few times when Enma had ever felt fear come over him and this woman, no, whatever the hell she is, made his spine shiver. Nolan's attacks passed through her like he was trying to attack mist though he took heavy damage from her. "Sir, just what exactly did she just do?"

FERRIS

"Yeah, I'll try and keep that mind." Ferris said as he looked down at the box of food. Carefully he opened it up and saw that it looked...well, surprisingly normal. There were some odd features in the food, like cooked eyes of whatever creature was taken from though he was surprised with just normal it looked compared to the ingredients that were put into them before they were cooked. He was about to begin eating, but he froze in place. It wasn't because of the food, it was the match going on before him. His microphone was still on, but he said absentmindedly, "Holy shit, what kind of monsters were these guilds hiding?"

[User]
Cody Bloodstein

"....I see." Was all Cody mumbled as a reply as he mulled over James' explanation. So Phoenix Wing had fought the corrupt magic council by accident simply because they didn't answer their inquiries about a book and had simply gone and asked for it personally?
He sighed loudly now. It seems like this entire guild was just a magnet for trouble, himself included, however that made this place seem rather fun.
"So you guys taking down the council annoyed this dark guild then? I suppose that would make sense." Cody replied as he took another spoonful of curry.

Jasmine Lockwood

Honnaji
"F-Fiance?" Jasmine mumbled under her breath, not really entirely sure of the situation going on. Why was Robin telling this woman(?) they were due to be married, shouldn't he just tell her they weren't a couple and she(?) was simply confused?
"Oh really?! That sounds absolutely dreadful deary! I have a few dresses in stock which I was looking to try and sell, hopefully there's something there which'll help." The woman(?) responded rather saddened at first, but quickly perked up and beckoned them to follow.
Jasmine fidgeted slightly behind of Robin before following after the woman(?) to a room in the back with a few dresses lined up on a rack, despite the fact these dresses were 'reduced' they seemed to be quite well made dresses.

[Assistant]
Lux raised an eyebrow at that. As far as he was aware there were no laws about the amount of people who could take a job. Anyone could accept if the poster was still up.

Not that he wanted sole rights to the job himself either.

"Mind sharing?" He asked, "It's a pretty big paycheck. I'm sure we can find a way to split it evenly."


[System]
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[User]
Linus Guiren
Well, they'd decimated the biomachine in a satisfying, cacophonous display of gunshots, fire, and explosive. One down, one to go. The clearer – and honestly annoyingly bossy – voice over the comms affirmed that the other construct should be put down before they'd lead it to the park. Sound advice, though with all the saying and no doing from the mysterious ally, Linus didn't appreciate it as much as they otherwise might have.

Escaping through the burning forest as they were, getting to that other platform-esque machine wasn't exactly easy though. Linus managed to weave between the trees with the occasional slight boost from ether – which they'd provide to the Reclaimer as well if she were near enough – until the Celaderaka had clear line of sight. At that point, they took a hold of their energy rifle and provided support fire. This weapon was capable of the longest range out of their arsenal, so it was the most appropriate. If so many of Linus' allies hadn't already congregated near the construct, they'd might have lobed another grenade at it, but as it was, they refrained.

Some of their allies looked a bit worse for wear, but at least they were all still eagerly going at it. Revenge was sweet, even if they were only able to destroy some of their enemies. But at least it would mean a nuisance, a financial cost, a failure of the enemy's mission, and a warning to them what messing with Linus and co. would lead to. All in all, a tentative success for a party who was betrayed, ambushed, and had sent a vastly superior force against them. Of course, it would only be a true success if they wrecked this remaining construct, escaped to the park, and met with what Linus really hoped wasn't another trap.

To fulfill that plan, Linus contributed to the hell they were all raining down upon the thing. Especially after that vrexul ally of theirs fired their Hellhammer at it. Now, that was helpful. With a hiss of triumph, Linus ramped up their rate of fire and coated their ammo in ether, so the impact would pact more of a punch. They were still careful with their aiming, since they didn't want to hit any of the allies nearby. Despite that, they didn't doubt their combined efforts would be enough to crush the biomachine. Then, the only thing to do would be to haul it to the park asap, before the forest burned around them and trapped them into the whole mess with the remaining enemies. Simple plan, perhaps a bit of a tricky execution, but nothing that should prove unconquerable.

[Assistant]
Reclaimer

Corsica

Her strategy, if it could be called that, worked. Using every single mine may have been overkill, but it worked. They had one less problem to deal with. Corsica couldn't help but marvel at the how the flames danced on the trees. Truly, it was a powerful sight. One that caused her vocalizer to emit a faint, hoarse laugh.

There wasn't really much time to gawk at her work. She continued to run with Linus, the occasional boost from the ether causing her to oddly stumble. Not enough to trip, but enough to make her running disjointed as she accidentally took steps either too short or too long. Like a flash of light or loud crash, the sudden usage of ether only contributed to sensory overload. A slight distraction.

With Linus gaining line of sight, so too did Corsica. There wasn't actually much for Corsica to do besides shoot it. Such was the life of someone who specialized in dealing with biohazards; she could only perform in regular combat in a limited capacity. Besides her go-to plans of shoot, mine, and silicon-carbide blades, there wasn't really much strategy she could add. Under the request of another, she'd just try to fire some rounds at the target. Who knew, maybe they'd set the ground underfoot on fire and that'd mess something up. Though, her firing pace was much more relaxed than Linus'. The encroaching fires from the forest didn't pose much of a threat to Corsica. The plasma mortar certainly did, but she'd only die here if it was her fate to die.

Anyways, she started firing.

[User]
Less like an advanced combat platform made from a fusion of synthetic biomass and shaped metallic armouring, the stomping gun-drone looked demonic, possessed by some horrific rage beyond what could simply be programmed into a machine. Its entire front had been gouged open by Zsresrinn's hellhammer, somehow not triggering its protective energy field, and a mixture of intestinal tube-wiring and sparking electronics spat and glared like a bloodied, pouring eye. As the sect team ran it was no less savage, its bullets at first a wild spray of mag-accelerated rounds but as it neared its targets began to grow specific and a high-pitched whine, audible even over the buzz-roar of its heavy machine gun, made it clear it was still targeting the team for its mortar-wielding unztadtlige controller.

Like a hand wracked by traumatic tremors, its large gun jerked and swivelled on it its body as its two eye-stalks, now glowing an angry red, swept around for the retreating team. The gun itself used a separate targeting mechanism as Zsresrin would soon discover, pausing rigid to aim at their estimated centre of mass before letting fly a stream of bright gaseous light and armour shredding projectiles, identifying her by the faint cloud of supernatural particles but unable to get a direct lock on her thanks to the remnants of obfuscating evzredigor matter. It jerked away abruptly towards Linus, the residual energy on their body drawing its ire. It didn't matter an entire half cracked APC was in the way – the rounds could be heard first clattering through its layers of armour before tearing it open like a pinata, intent on shredding the softer target.

Its weapon swivelled again as it charged, drawn by the sound of clinging metal and the impact of a pair of large-calibre rifle rounds slamming into its hull, Paris now becoming the object of its wrath. It hesitated at first, gravel scraping underneath its dense legs, giving Paris a lead as he charged towards the machine. Immediately, it attempted to move to the side but it was not the only fast-moving heavyweight brute. It managed to avoid a full-on collision but not before Paris shield smashed into its left leg, sending it teetering off to the side. Its now unwieldy body smashed into a crashed hover-car, crumpling its already half melted doors, and nearly slumping to down onto both legs. One of its eyes twitched, stretching on it stalk, glaring with unearthly red at Paris.

That was when the sound of an angry, electrical shriek filled the air. Scanners in the area would detect a powerful discharge of plasma and wary eyes see the huge blue glob soar over the growing flames of the treeline, falling towards Paris as it descended – it wouldn't be a direct hit but within the 50 metre deadly radius, serious damage could be done – even to the machine itself.

Yet it was only a few seconds before it was up on its feet, charging past Paris before a spray of plasma ripped into its side. Energy shielding flared up – the crackle of electricity around itself intensified into a semi-domal sheen of orange-yellow power, flaring as the plasma rounds slammed into it and caused it to brighten in intensity, weakening its defensive capabilities. The whine rose in intensity as its eye-mounted targeting laser swept over the treeline, wildly around where the residual heat had gathered.

Another mighty roar – another unztadtlige plasma mortar glob soared through the air, aiming to annihilate the still cloaked Vin! Even the machine might be caught in its large radius – as it swivelled outwards towards the road again, it was clearly aiming for more, targeting wildly across destroyed vehicles and the nearing treeline. Another plasma-mortar report followed, this one falling roughly in front of where Linus and Corsica were located!

The machine did not get a chance to keep up its wild sprint. A piercing series of beams, scorching in their intensity, hit it direct on the shields crackling wildly from the strain. Its HMG swivelled, this time locking onto Zsresrinn again, the sheer interference from its rapidly overloading shields causing its weapon to shake and shudder, firing wide from the vrexul and instead gouging open a tree a few metres behind her, sending it crashing forwards just a few metres from the arthropod.

Linus and Corsica responded in kind – energy bolts swollen with unearthly power joined with armour piercing incendiaries, exploding in a radiant show of lights. Energy shielding hit its threshold and violently expelled the excess, sending out a wave of static interference, forcing the machine to stumble backwards… but not before a few of Corsica's round flew into its open wounds.

Biomatter erupted into flame as soot and vaporizing internal fluids burst out of its body. The very machine gun sitting upon it shuddered before falling not backwards but into its body, crackling and sparking as its biomatter were consumed by the molten intensity boiling within. Its eyestalks rapidly twitched, blinking yellow and orange as they began to target its own crumbling body, answered by another roar of the massively powerful mortar, aiming this time directly on its position!

Before it could fall there, it was up on its feet and moving aggressively towards the reclaimer and the celaderaka, intent on using its raw mass and now burning body as a living battering ram. Its unztadtlige controller was prepared to use it as the target marker itself as the burning, tortured biomachine made one final ditch effort to end at least some of the team members.

"Kirvan's piss, that bastard's not giving up, forget it and run!" A familiar voice crackled over the coms. "We can't hold out for much longer, we've been here even before your crash! Any more and that floating coral bastard's going to catch wind of all of us!"

The soldiers arrayed out in the ruined park were clearly on high alert, scanning over the ruined walls and some had their weapons raised. Whatever they were seeing it was getting them on high alert and the swivelling gun turrets, sweeping the sky and the roofs of the distant ruined buildings, made it clear they wouldn't be secure out here for long.