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Samara Morgan
Nickname/Alias - N/A
Race - Human
Age - 23
Ethnicity - African-American
Gender - Female
Appearance - Neatness is always the forefront of Samara's appearance. She stands at 5'9 with long, dark and wavy hair that flows slightly past her shoulders and light-brown eyes to accompany it. Her day-to-day outfits are inconsistent and depend entirely on her mood, but the scent of shampoo and lotion mixed together to make a sweet fragrance is rarely amiss from her person, making her scent stimulating and pleasant. Her skin is the color of caramel with a healthy and attractive sheen, making her appear as soft as her body feels. There is little to no sign of having ever gone through physically-intensive job, yet in spite of that she has more muscle in her legs than her arms thanks to the hobby of jogging and hitting a backboard for tennis.

Clothing - Samara does not have a preferential style of clothing or even color, able to go from casual jeans and t-shirt on Monday, to a red carpet premiere-style dress on Tuesday. Since her work often demands an office-girl type of dress, outside of work she can typically be seen in basic jeans ranging from faded to dark, t-shirts of various colors, and long-sleeve form-fitting shirts. Her style has no real bias; whatever is in her reach when she prepares to leave in the morning, she will take it. No 'trend' sets her, she sets a trend.

In The Mind

Personality - Samara is an early-to-bed, early-to-rise type of girl who doesn't believe in wasting her day. If not passing the time by reading stories or listening to music, she is at work going beyond the necessary quota in order to impress her superiors. Because of this, some might brand her a perfectionist, and in some ways they would be right: Samara doesn't enjoy failure, or losing. She is encouraging to others and tries to find the best qualities in them, believing that everyone has something that makes them appealing, and that there is no excuse to find yourself lonely. In the middle of being introverted and extroverted, there will be days where she would prefer to be alone, and nights where she'd prefer to live it up and party with friends.

She is well-trained in the art of 'fair-spoken' and 'brazenly outspoken', using both as needed to handle a task before her, able to switch between the two at the press of a mental button. Her ability to tolerate others varies from person to person, but she always does her best to be patient before it begins to wear thin. A bit of a strategist, Samara will often work to find the holes in various plans of action and work to fill them, which she shows through her various projects both at work and on her own time. The professional, straight-A side of her is able to be suppressed when fun is the objective of the day, knowing full well how to separate the two. Some would also call her a bit of a geek when subjects capture her interest.

However, in spite of her patience, tolerance, and ability to have fun, Samara can very much hold grudges if she is crossed in a way that she believes belittles her strengths—which is far worse than her own personal failures. Ignoring her in favor of an idea that she already proved wasn't strong or consistent enough rubs her the wrong way. Because of this, it can be difficult for her to remain friends with someone who has the inability to listen to her. By nature she works to be the best at what it is she does, and often times her grudges can result in a temporary lack of socializing. However, should she be insulted to the point it equals her humiliation, Samara will avoid that individual whenever possible and, should they be unavoidable day-by-day, she will address them as blandly as possible without looking at them directly, preventing further deterioration of her mood.

Likes - Success in her tasks, praise for her ideas and solutions, criticizing flawed plans and ideas, scented candles and pleasant aromas, a good sense of humor, reading, music, films, dancing and singing, inspiring others, the sound of rain and quiet thunder, being right.

Dislikes - Anyone better than her at her strengths, consistent loud disruptions to a peaceful atmosphere, being ignored, flaws in design or strategy, terrible smells, being wrong, not being taken seriously.

Fears - Failing people that count on her, her family being harmed, being unable to accomplish something put before her, being isolated from others for too long, no one caring about her, heights, uncontrolled flames.

Quirks - Samara has a habit of singing when she believes she's alone, typically that of R&B and some hardcore rap, with the lyrics sometimes—not always—reflecting what kind of mood she's in. When something bothers her, or if she believes that something being done is an inconvenience, she will momentarily smile a little and break eye contact with anyone ahead of her.

Where They've Been

History - Samara is the oldest of three girls born to the Morgan family. The daughter of a successful advertising agent—company-running Henry Morgan—and former tennis star Keisha Morgan—formerly Keisha Young, her early aspirations had always been flexible. By four years old she wanted to play tennis like her mother. By five years old she wanted to run a company of her very own. By six years old, she had wanted to be both of those things at once. Her father had prioritized education and told her that she'd know what she wanted to be when the time came, and Samara had stuck to that ever since. However, even though he gave her all the tools necessary to learn and grow outside of the school system, there was plenty enough room for her to have a healthy social life and make friends at school. The early-to-bed and early-to-rise mentality had been adopted from both parents; when her father had gotten up for work, Samara was often awake too, nose deep in literature with a quiet tune in the background.

One day she overheard her father speaking of a major offer being given to him by a company known as Galatec. They wanted his advertising agency to begin spreading news about Galatec's imminent arrival and the things they intended to bring with them. It wasn't a surprise that a company needed his help, and what they offered both him and his employees for their services was a significant bonus that he didn't have the heart to refuse. After a little research and dozens of phone calls made, Henry had agreed and begun to lay the foundation to welcome Galatec's arrival to New Earth. For reasons unknown to Samara her father had ended up taking a short leave of absence from home, but wasn't willing to disclose where. Her mother assured her children that he would be back before they knew it. Thankfully, she was right, something Henry often complimented her on. But Henry was different when he returned. Anything brought into the household had to be checked over by him first. If it was any food or water, it had to be examined with care, and the food had to be eaten organically, denying anything processed.

It wasn't until education was no longer required that Samara had begun to ask why, with her father assuring her that he'd explain it to her in time. That time came sooner than expected. Everything was about Galatec; they were all over the news, and the friends Samara made at school had begun to talk about them with more affection than they ever had their math homework. It didn't take long for her to figure out that Galatec wasn't what they said they were. The appeal in their products was extremely exaggerated and their marketing strategy was lackluster on their own. Her father wasn't giving it his all in selling the product, but he was doing just enough to keep his job with them—they had absorbed any other smaller businesses and brought them into the fold.

It was her mind that saved her from hard labor. She had begun to work with her father for Galatec, all while gradually understanding that they were doing something to the populace that they couldn't prevent on their own. Samara was instructed to keep her head down and work diligently to avoid catching their eye, and so she did. To ease the load of pressure off of her father, Samara's previous ambitions had disintegrated in favor of keeping her family taken care of. Her father was at work with someone within the company (The Mentor) and eventually she was introduced to them personally, being praised for her ability to accomplish anything related to technology, time management, and creative thinking.

The days of her early youth, pretending she was a crime fighter, were soon coming to life. Learning of a resistance in the shadows that worked to bring Galatec's crimes to light were a source of inspiration for her to continue working in a bleak, dream-deprived world that didn't want her ideas to bolster humanity, but instead keep them kneeling. Samara may not wear a suit, but it didn't mean she couldn't fight the battle against Galatec in her own way.

Talents - Samara is skilled on electronic devices ranging from portable to supercomputer; she can type quickly, break down information in front of her at a higher-than-average rate, and understand nearly any program or device placed in front of her in record time. Although her ability on a computer is worthy of recognition, she also has a natural knack for public speaking, something she'd credit her father for. Lastly, she's lithe; none of her tech savvy had prevented her from frequently exercising.

Hindrances - Emotionally, Samara can hold on to the worst situations she's found people in, especially if it has hurt her in some fashion. Because of this, she is absolutely terrible at moving past a bad interaction and has nearly no shame in holding on to it. Physically, Samara is quick on her feet, but when it comes to self-defense she is limited without a weapon in hand, making her extremely vulnerable if unprepared for a worst-case scenario of imminent capture.

Powers - N/A

Equipment - Samara's cellular device contains images of things dear to her, also serving as her MP3 device and portable information retriever. It is protected by a red casing that not only stops physical damage, but also prevents water from damaging an already water-proof case. If she has no music, she may as well be another Galatec drone.

Bonus Round

Quotes - No.
Theme Song - Never.
Aspiration - Freeing New Earth. Everything else has become secondary.

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As Mable's final act in her concert concluded, she let out a sigh of relief. For once she actually had difficulty getting through a performance. While she danced and sung, her mind recalling the steps, timing, and lyrics, she was distracted by the message she had received from the silent githkin. She'd always had trouble focusing on something when she so badly wanted something else. That's why it took her a moment to realize that something was wrong. The curtains had begun to close, and the lights had been shut off. Such an instant change of tone was not befitting of a pop concert. Mable quickly looked around to gauge her surroundings, and saw two cloaked figures heading towards her holding knives. Her eyes widened, and she prepared to defend herself. She figured she could easily take them down, for all they knew she was just a weak popstar.

But perhaps she could keep up that facade a little longer...

"No, get away!" Mable screamed as loud as a trained singer could, and began to run away from her attackers. She led them towards the curtains, and turned to face them. As they got within striking distance she grabbed the curtain behind her and yanked it down, jumping backwards at the same time. The stage was in clear view of the crowd now, and here Mable was, on her behind crying as two people bore down on her with weapons.

"Someone help, they're going to kill me!" Mable cried out, flashing the cloaked individuals a grin as she backed into the crowd of faithful, and for once thankfully ravenous fans.

[Assistant]
It was a surreal experience for Tommy to walk through the tunnels, on the way to fight a bunch of githkin. He'd never held a gun in his life, and now he was reading training manuals on how to use this extremely powerful battle suit to deal massive damage. Apparently his suit was equipped with a special shield, different from the rest. It would be just like throwing a Frisbee, Tommy would get it in no time!... Except that he had never thrown a Frisbee either.

Tommy shook his head as he saw the githkin using the rebel as a human shield. No no, that simply would not do. He took a stance and expanded his shield, a large round thing that was large enough to cover almost his entire body and had a little slit for his gun in it. He almost tripped as he was surprised by just how large the thing was. Oh well, it was throw time!

"Yo, githkin assholes! Get ready to be... ugh, violently and unceremoniously incapacitated!" he said, as he threw his shield, aiming towards the neck of the githkin using the rebel as a shield.

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"Wishful thinking is wishful, John." Samara replied, smiling briefly. He was right; there was no investment made in converting that ore into anything useful, not yet anyway, and with time not on their side they needed realistic ideas to aid the team. Lucky for her, John seemed to already have a plan.

Returning to his desk and searching through its contents, he had returned to her with a roll of paper that immediately captured her attention. If it wasn't her with the brilliant ideas, it was always John to save the day in her stead.

Watching as he unfurled it, Samara narrowed her eyes at what appeared to be a biological blueprint of an alien species—Voltez. John would only keep something like this for one reason. Samara put his plan together just before she finished explaining it to her.

"Stupid plan? No, brilliant given our lack of options right now," Samara gave the man credit. His ability was proving to be more useful than she originally thought. But despite its advantages, there was a flaw to the plan that John knew as well as she did. Her face softened with worry. "I know what kind of stress it'll put on you. Our burned out power source could barely get four-fifths of our team here. Are you sure you have nothing else up your sleeve? We're talking you powering something even a generator couldn't handle on its own."

John was dedicated to the Strike Force, as was she, but Samara couldn't help but be worried about the kind of drain it would put on his body. She wasn't entirely familiar with the biological details of the Voltez, so maybe John knew that their typical biostructure could handle the amount of juice necessary. She hoped that was the case, for his sake.


[System]
Fen Saffron

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Basics
Fen: Shortened version of Fenrir, the mythological wolf in Norse Myth.
Saffron: A shade of yellow/orange.

Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf Faunus
Appearance Description: Fen stands at 6 feet, but it can be hard to tell when he's in his usual hunched stance. His body is also surprisingly toned considering how lean he appears. His black shaggy hair is long enough to cover his wolf ears on the top of his head, and accentuates his yellow eyes. He usually keeps a disgruntled look on his face, but when he encounters something that amuses or excites him, he flashes a grin, showing his sharp teeth. For clothing, he prefers light clothing suitable for the desert. But he always wears his light yellow scarf, an old gift from his father.
Allusion: Big Bad Wolf

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Personality
Personality: At first, Fen seems lethargic. He seems disinterested in everything, and when he talks, he only speaks a couple words at best. Still, this makes him surprisingly approachable as he treats everyone with a casual manner. However, this outward demeanor is partially a facade to catch people off-guard. In truth, he loves riling people up, whether it's getting close up to people, or making the occasional acerbic remark amidst his listless comments.

Fen's true personality is certainly more active. He prefers observing others, enjoys getting people out of their comfort zone, and engaging in banter. Despite this irritating behavior, Fen doesn't do this out of malice. He actually likes interacting with people, but feels like he can't help himself with teasing them. But at the same time, he wouldn't want to push someone too far with his actions, and dislikes people who do. He's loyal to anyone he considers a friend, and makes blunt remarks as he would hate to lie to them.

While he isn't a bookworm, Fen enjoys learning about new things. He'll observe how people do things, and will listen intently to their words. Part of it stems from his perceived lack of purpose; Compared to others, he doesn't have any particular reason to be a huntsman, nor does he put any heavy effort in doing so. And it's because of that, that he wants to seek something more than fighting and aggravating people for fun.

Likes:
Eating
Learning about new things
Finding new hobbies
Teasing people
Things he finds cute

Dislikes:
Hunger
People who abuse their power
Being deceived
Making cute things cry
Having nothing to strive for

Motivation: Because he's good at hunting. And he wants to find more meaning in it.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

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Biography
Country of Origin: Vacuo

Bio: As far as he could remember, Fen was always traveling with a person he called his father, an old huntsman known as Aramis Saffron. He didn't know his exact origins, whether Aramis was his actual father, or perhaps he was found after some Grimm attack as a sole survivor. His father never talked about it, nor did Fen ever care about where he came from. Whatever the case was. Fen simply followed his father wherever he went, generally in areas where Grimm attacked. His upbringing was a spartan one; His father taught Fen what he needed to survive, but he often had to endure on his own due to the perils of the Vacuo desert and his father's occupation. But despite this bizarre and dangerous life, Fen enjoyed it. Eventually however, his father enrolled him into the nearest combat school, only stating to Fen that he taught all he could to him.

Fen never questioned Aramis, but he wondered what exactly he was suppose to learn in school. Anything involving fighting felt easy to him, compared to what he faced before. His feelings slowly changed however, as he began to communicate with the people around him. He was used to letting his father doing all the talking whenever they went to a settlement. But now, he had to do it himself. He found that people actually wanted to interact with him, whether it's to teach them something he did naturally, or just to get to know the aloof faunus.

While he never fully connected with anyone in his school days, Fen felt a twinge of regret not doing so. But he also gained a sense of curiosity of the world. And it was seeing this newfound interest in new things that Aramis decided to transfer Fen to Beacon Academy, a place where Fen could broaden his horizons.

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Combat
Weapon: Fen uses a pair of boxy-looking tonfas called Gjöll. They can fire rifle rounds through the long shaft, and the grips have separate triggers in them on each side, letting him either fire them normally, or use the recoil to strengthen his melee strikes. Additionally, he can combine the bottom sides of Gjöll into one, forming blades at the end and letting him use it as a axe. As the tip is uncovered, he can still fire rounds, and he can even load a more powerful dust bullet in axe mode. The axe can also unload a bipod in this form, in case Fen needs support for both aiming and the massive recoil from firing.

Semblance: Fen's Semblance Devour, lets him absorb kinetic energy to empower him. As he gains more energy, his physical capabilities become stronger. He can even unleash all the energy at once for a single attack, although he has to use all of it.

Fen has two different ways he can absorb energy. He can passively gain the energy made from his own movements, slowly getting stronger as a fight goes on. But the fastest way to gain energy is taking attacks head-on, using his aura to absorb most of the damage. There are several weakness to this however. Fen can't absorb attacks that would overwhelm him otherwise, nor can he defend against attacks he's completely unaware of. The energy also slowly dissipates when not in use.

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B E A C O N A C A D E M Y
G R E A T H A L L
K I N G D O M O F V A L E

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Bren knew there was someone approaching him as he felt the quiet rumble of Ajax pressed against his leg. The previously slumbering, or as close to sleeping as one of his spirits could get, wolf-like dog now had his head raised and ears pricked forward; small tendrils of blackish energy flickering off his form. He rested a hand on Ajax's head, "Easy now, we're all friends here." The rumble stopped as Violet trotted up to them and he couldn't help the surprised chuckle at her calling his spirit cute, that was a descriptor he'd never heard used to describe them before. "His name is Ajax and yes he's one part of my semblance. There's two others, but it takes a lot of effort to keep all three of them from running amok."

He kept one hand on the back of Ajax's neck, he wouldn't attack unless he was told to but they did sometimes have mind of their own, and he didn't want to start off his time at Beacon with someone getting a finger bitten off. Normally he didn't let people pet his spirits, since they weren't exactly real dogs, but she seemed harmless enough. He didn't think he'd ever met anyone this excitable in his entire life, but there were all sorts at Beacon. He shrugged, "Sure you can pet him. He's not completely corporeal so it might feel a bit weird." A simple downward hand gesture was enough to make Ajax's tensely coiled form relax into a more welcoming posture. The small pinpricks of yellowish light that burned in his eyes were still intently focused on this, as Bren now noticed, rather small girl in front of them.

He set his reading to the side and sat up a bit straighter against the wall before holding out a hand to her with an easy smile on his face. "Name's Bren by the way. Bren Adalwolf. It's nice to meet you." His father had always taught him to be polite to everyone and just because he wasn't under the watchful eye of his family anymore didn't mean he was going to let his manners slip away. Besides, if he was going to succeed in the initiation the next day, it wouldn't hurt to have a few people who knew him by name.

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B E A C O N A C A D E M Y
T H E G R E A T H A L L
K I N G D O M O F V A L E

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 Violet must have had a strange perception of what cute was, because this little shadow creature was adorable. Indeed, she three metal spheres and legs in the rough shape of a dog was cute, and don't forget the massive armored truck.

 "Ooh, Ajax! That's a cool name." She said, doting over him, hands on her cheeks. "And there's two more. Wow."

 Grinning that she had permission, she used her soft fleshy hand to stroke the top of the dog's head. Her hand did sink in a little bit, prompting a retraction of her hand and a giggle. "Wow! Oohh," her voice went into a kind of baby speech mode. "Who's a wittle incorporeal twoublemaker? You are!"

 As Bren introduced himself, she seemed to remember he was there. "Oh, um," She backed up a step, straightening her back. She rubbed the back of her neck with her metallic hand. Clearing her throat she tried to compose herself. But it was clear she was still fawning over the adorable dog in her innermost mind. "Heh. Hi, Bren Adalwolf."

 She returned the handshake with her right hand, the one that was skin. "I'm uh, Violet. Violet Skye Syrfi. You can just call me Sky, though. There's an 'e' on the end of my middle name, but not on the end of my nickname. It's- it, uh, it doesn't matter. You can spell it however you want, really." She said. She returned the handshake a little too vigorously before disengaging from it.

 "So, you a, you a student? I mean, obviously, you are." She flattened out the edges of her pajama shirt. "I'm a student. I've- y'know. Wanted to be a huntress for a while. Ob-obviously." She cleared her throat.

 "Well, um. Wow, sorry. Nice to meet you, too, Bren! I'm just, uh, a little nervous, I guess." She grinned sheepishly. It was like watching a fish die on the sun-warmed wooden boards of a pier.

 "Are you, uh...from around here? I'm from Vale. Work at, uh, a garage kinda thing. Well, I will, I'm just apprenticing right now. Part time. Of course- my main job is gonna be, uh, Huntress. Hopefully. If I f-fail, then, I guess I'll be a mechanic full time!" Her voice got high pitched and she shrugged.

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Beacon Academy
The Great Hall
Kingdom of Vale

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Fen rubbed his mouth, as if contemplating a response. In truth, he expected simple shock, or even a violent response. He wasn't expecting such a cute reaction from the girl. He felt a little guilty because of it, and decided to stick around. When he was finished hiding his grin, he composed himself and spoke. "Too nervous." He pointed at the girl, emphasizing who he meant. "Thinking too much of the soon, upsetting your now." As he got a better look at the girl, it affirmed what he was saying. She seemed too exhausted to be up, but at the same time, too awake to sleep.

Fen yawned, as if making a point. Taking a sitting posture similar to the girl, he pulled out something from his knapsack, a cloak meant for traveling in Vacuo. While it was mostly for protection from the sun, it was warm enough to sleep in those cold desert nights, and thus became his preferred sleep attire. Wrapping himself in the cloak, he noticed the girl was focusing intently on him, as if she was trying to ignore everyone else. "Relax, everyone else is." He pointed to the person closest to them. A few people were woken up by the brief commotion, but they quickly went back to sleep. At worst, one placed a pillow over his head.

Feeling completely satisfied with the talk, Fen closed his eyes and dozed off, his body still facing the girl.


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Age: 21
Bio: Loreena was the second child born to Harold and Tiana, a bit of a surprise so soon after the arrival of Annalise. She was a bit of the opposite of her elder sister, darker in hair and skin and also possessed a disdain for all things court related as she grew out of the nursery.

She loved her books, often sneaking down into the library and reading long into the night. She devoured books like a starving man would a loaf of bread, and it was discovered that she possessed an eidetic memory, making her classes a breeze for her, though it seems like applying her knowledge to real life provided a challenge. Lore was also the first, and seemingly only, of her sister to show any skill in magic, swiftly coming under the tutelage of the royal mages. She is able to pick up a skill quickly, but mastering it takes time.

Her most secret and ardent desire is to go on an adventure. To visit a far off land, to learn new magics from various teachers, and to write an adventure story of her own. For this reason, she is, perhaps, the most interested of her sisters in the plan their father laid out for them to marry one from a different kingdom. As long as he has books, or doesn't mind her building a library, and a sense of adventure, she will be content.

[User]
Jinayah stood politely in the great hall, waiting for the ceremony to be over. It may have looked like she was bored on the outside, but inside, she was having quite the panic. She had yet to speak a word to the foreign princes. Gifts! Why hadn't she thought of that? Then again, it's not like she was one to win over people with fancy presents. Her preferred method of making friends was finding common ground and matching over that. So what if said common ground had been arguments over the best swordsmith and one actual duel over the reputation of the best bowyer in the business?

What was she going to do? For the first time in her life, Jin felt afraid of who she was. Forget falling in love; that fairy-tale nonsense was bound to be impossible. What if none of these men would simply put up with her? What if her natural inclination just scared them off? Then her father would be down one crucial alliance, and there could be an easy weakness against the growing threat of the empire! She had more or less accepted her fate as one of her father's "pieces on the board". But now she was rethinking things. What if everything was ruined? Because of her? AGAIN?

The ceremony ended at some point and people began to drift away. She also left in a distracted manner, her feet moving on their own, and her head adrift in thought.

It was no hidden secret in her heart that she felt responsible for her mother's death. Her siblings had treated her a bit differently in their early years. Sulhana's cutting remarks had lasted the longest. Unfortunately, some of them had been memorized in the corner of her mind, and burned like a fresh cut. Her father, gods bless him, had done his best to connect with her. But to look at your child and to only see the face of the one you loved, gone because of that same child… It was no wonder they never spoke anymore. She understood it plain – her birth and Mother's death had put them on this path. Maybe if Mother had been alive, there would have been a different solution to alliances. The four of them wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe if she had never been born at all –

Jin took in a sharp breath, feeling her eyes swim. Suddenly, she just felt so out of place. Her chest seemed to buckle in on itself. The candles in the hall seemed to swirl around her, the very stone closing in. She struggled to breathe. Outside, she had to get outside. Luckily, she was nothing if not fast, and her strong legs carried her to the nearest exit past the Court of Flowers.

It seemed she was right back where she had started, in the training yard. In her ballgown and regalia, she probably looked absolutely ridiculous. She strode to the shed where the training blades were kept, feeling her chest start to loosen the moment she laid hands on the sword set aside for her. Familiar steps drew her into the sword dance, and she quickly lost herself in the motions. She would go the party, and soon, but first she had to calm down, her own way.

[Assistant]
Once the introductions and brief mingling came to an end, Erick was sure it was now the appropriate time to leave as did his council concur; they had travelled not too far but the remainder of their journey had taken them from daybreak that morning - enough as such that he sought to refresh himself and his company also would be of a similar mindset. The invitation to The Court of Flowers seemed by all accounts as though it was to be a private affair, Erick knew his men, his council, could not follow him there and he anticipated the event would certainly be a world apart from the halls and tents full of warriors, drinking and rough-housing as to which he was far more accustomed. The Jörda prince had somewhat limited associations with women too, and the kind that might have circulated the camps were unlike this kind, the wholesome women of Jörda also, were unlike this kind - he wasn't sure what to expect but, he wasn't the only one he supposed.

Erick had requested he'd be directed to his chamber, his company too, which was modest in number, had some accommodations in the palace grounds and they'd dispersed to eat, drink and rest. "Try to remember, son of Henrick, why you are here" said his council, a much older man with dark hair heavily dusted with grey, it was loosely braided as was his medium length beard; he had spoke in the Jörda tongue, gripping Erick's shoulder and giving the prince a firm, intense look, before he then patted it heftily. The man passed Loreena's gift back to Erick, raising his eyebrows for a second and pulling a smile before making his leave for refreshment, the prince watched him as he disappeared along the empty corridor.

When the Jörda prince finally found himself alone in his room, it came as great relief, although he knew it couldn't last as he'd have to prepare himself for the evening - his belongings had already been delivered here. Erick sat heavily on the bed, letting a deep sigh from his nose, he wondered exactly how soon the marriages were to take place and how long too before he (presumedly) would return to Jörda with one of them, or were the alliances to stay centrally within Astalia for the time being? He hoped this would not be the case. He played with the small box in his palms, pulling a thoughtful pout before he opened it slowly, producing the deep yellow jewel; it appeared almost as liquid gold when the light rebounded upon it, the jewel enrobed within the black, grey and golden ribbon reflected the colours of his house, it was truly beautiful.. 'a symbol of loyalty and trust', had the Princess Loreena meant those words, or was it the talk of court? In any case, Jörda needed the military clout of Astalia, and perhaps some mages, too.

Erick, after a short time of contemplation, refreshed and readied himself for the evening to come, for he likely smelled of the horses, speaking of which, he'd be sure to check on Sinir later this evening. The prince had swapped his blue cloak for one much lighter in weight, it had no fur but a detailed golden trim, this was slung and pinned over one shoulder with a formal appearance, and he'd changed into a similar outfit although he'd removed the quilted tunic and wore only a light coloured, mid-length long sleeved shirt, belted, it had some fine and subtle embroidery at its front fastenings at the chest - it was fairly simple but more comfortable attire, as Astalia was comparatively warmer. Erick still wore the variety of heavy golden rings, he had a dense cuffed golden bangle of a serpentine design on his right wrist, whilst on the left a robust leather bracelet with beaded silver charms was wrapped firmly with a few rotations before it was tied, Loreena's jewel was compact in size that it could be woven and secured into the bracelet, and presented itself as the most illustrious charm amongst the adornments.

The Jörda prince now ready to attend was escorted by an Astalian attendant who led the prince without a word through the maze (and magnificence) of the palace before finally slowing to a halt, they directed him along a hall to the door to the court. Erick arrived in time to see the half-orc prince linger for a few moments before moving on into the courtyard, he could hear the noise of the powerful waves reverberate through the stone. He made his way to follow in the wake of the Afdan prince - into the mild evening air and the setting sun bouncing around a warm, dream-like glow within the opulent surroundings of the courtyard.

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With the pleasantries done for the moment, the princes and princesses went their separate ways for a time, perhaps to reconvene later at Sulhana's behest. Uriah followed her to her quarters, but remained in the antechamber while Lore continued on to her bedroom. She didn't know what to make of the initial meeting, but her mind was already spiraling with thoughts and possibilities.

"I can feel your energy all the way out here, child," came Uriah's gentle voice. "What's your judgement of the princes so far?"

Loreena was busy removing some of the ceremonial trappings of her station, opting for something more comfortable and casual now. "Oh no, you're not ensnaring me in that test, Uriah. Not this time."

The older man chuckled. "Fair enough. First impressions, then?" Upon hearing the princess made a noncommittal grunt in response, he grinned wider. "Be honest, girl. I'm your teacher, not a tattler."

Lore sighed as she sat in front of her mirror and brushed out her hair. She gathered her thoughts, Uriah patiently waiting for her response. "Dro Vyarin seems a strong man. It is that strength I see reaching for the crown of Astalia, he has eyes only for Lisse. Though whether that's his own ambition or that of his family, I do not know."

She gave a humored snort. "Alvaro I feel I could sit across from Jiny and their expressions would be the same. Neither want to do this, and I hope at least they might find themselves to be kindred spirits in that regard.

"As for Erick and Gil, both seem similar in situation, but for very different reasons. Gil for the fact this is simply not his home, it's so different. And Erick... because I think he feels he is not the right one to be here. In his mind, perhaps he feels it should be another." A tenderness came into her voice. "He was the only one who seemed to show true gratitude for my gift... I appreciate it."

Uriah picked up on the sweetness in her tone and hummed contently. "You do realize though, if he were to choose you, and you accepted, how close to the Empire you would be... It is Jörda's strength that currently keeps them at bay."

The princess was quiet for a moment before she continued. "I know that, Uriah. But why should I think myself any better than my sisters to not take on that danger? Lisse is the heart of Astalia, the crown is hers and there is none more deserving. Jiny will go on to be some amazing warrior and grand bardic ballads will be sung of her heroism. Sulhana will own a piece of every single person who ever draws breath..."

"And you, Loreena? What of Astalia's mage princess?"

Loreena came out from her bedchamber then, dressed in a simple gown of cerulean fabric, the blue topaz-like jewel that acted as her focus for her magic hung by a ribbon at her throat. Her hair was braided softly, a few curled strands escaping rebelliously. "There is no crown for me, Uriah, unless I marry into one. I can barely do more than parlor tricks for another decade or so until I get stronger with my magic. I would be content to make a difference in the world of one person, and spend my days outside of Astalia, learning what magic the rest of the world holds for me."

She looked up at the older mage curiously. "If...if I am ever to leave with my husband at any point...what will become of you?"

Uriah faced his pupil, a fatherly smile on his face. "My duty is to the mage princess of Astalia. Not the king, not the kingdom, the princess. I will remain faithful to my duty until my charge no longer has need of me." He straightened his robes. "Now come, let us go make nice with the others once more before we're late...again." And with Loreena laughing, they hurried down the halls and towards the Court of Flowers.


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Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Shiekah

Role: Sage

Appearance:

Personality: Rikshath is rather intelligent, possessing an eidetic memory and observational skills that are second to none. On top of this, he has knowledge of the stories and legends of lore, particularly those centering around the Godessess' chosen ones. However, the topics he prides his knowledge on are those of magic and the Sages.

Rikshath is a bit on the quiet side when one first meets him, but he'll slowly warm up over time. He is a true and loyal friend, though not much help in a physical fight. He prefers to keep his distance, and use his magic and ranged weapons to keep his foes at bay. As such, he's not much for physical activity.

Special Item: The Seven Medallions

Weapon: He mostly wields fire-based magics, as that was always his element of choice. He is able to toss fireballs about, wield the intimidating Din's Fire, and attack foes with streams of fire. He's also able to use Farore's Wind for short-range teleportation. Attached to his left leg is a pouch of throwing stars, which he likes to use in tandem with his fire magic.

He can also wield a bit of shadow magic, but that amounts to launching balls of shadow and being able to hold his foes with a shadowy-hand.

History: Rikshath grew up learning about the roles that the Sages have played in Hyrule's history, as well as studying magic. He always preferred fire magics, but has studied on other forms. However, he's not had the time to master any magics, though he's adept with fire magics and can manage some basic shadow magics.

Song: Rik's Favorite Song [Gerudo Valley]

Other: He is a direct descendant of Impa, and takes pride in that fact. Also, he insists his friends call him 'Rik'.

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Slink had been watching the people that had arrived, they had not even seemed to acknowledge him so he knew they would not fight him unless they needed to. He heard the voice again, this time saying that the once gathered here could open the door, now things were getting interesting. So it had seemed that the mysterious force had gathered all of them here for some sort of reason, it couldn't be destiny because he was not a firm believer in it. The Lizalfos watched the boy open the door without much effort, and so the boy entered. Feeling compelled, Slink followed close behind and saw the sword. It held some of the best craftsmanship that he had seen and he doesn't even use swords.

The Lizalfos stood silently behind the lad and his eyes went to the girl, why had she not kept the door opened if she had been inside this entire time. Slink did not know what to make of the situation so he remained silent, watching. To be honest, it was rather interesting that some mysterious force had called this group to the Temple of Time. Though, now his mind began to wonder on what they would be doing now that they arrived. His head turned to the boy who had spoken his question, good, somebody spoke for him.

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Kierven watched his pursuer go the other direction and grinned to himself. he strolled into the temple in a seemingly causal manner, though anybody that knew him was well aware that he was more than ready to react to anything at any given time. He made a mental note to repay the mercenary as he made his way towards the warrior.

He was in awe of the temple, it was so grand, a majestic sight to be sure, he could definitely feel a strong magical force, it wouldn't take a powerful music user to tell this place was special. It filled him with determination, to do what, he didn't know. His eyes widened as he noticed the imposing lizard, he almost warned Lux until he noticed the lizard seemed likely to be have been called by the spirit. As he reached the trio, he interrupted whatever conversation they might've been having without hesitation. "So, a Lizalfos, a mercenary, and a travelling musician walk into a temple..." he stated, mocking a typical joke format to call out the odd collection of people in the area. He split an infectious grin as he did so, then going on to introduce himself as Kierven.

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Soon the royal procession reached its destination and Princess Stella climbed up onto the top of a tall podium erected for her, of course it was decked out with the royal flag and essentially made her the princess on the pedestal. Stella looked out at the expectant crowd who cheered and generally made a lot of noise. Expectant eyes glued onto their noble princess. Stella closed her eyes briefly, put a hand up to her chest, took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and started her speech.

"Welcome honored citizens of Hyrule and visitors from afar. Thank you all for coming to celebrate our glorious kingdom this Founder's Day." As soon as she had started her speech the crowd instantly grew quiet as they listened intently.  "As many of your know our Kingdom has not always been stable, wars have broken out, evil has nearly taken over time and time again. But each time the honorable citizens of Hyrule have stood up to this tyranny and fought back evil time and time again. Our ancestor's were great legends who will live on in stories for all to enjoy and marvel about. I know I have from time to time but it is now up to us to keep this kingdom safe."

Stella looked out at the crowd who now had quite a lot to think about. She smiled sagely at some who even seemed a bit troubled. "We celebrate the founding of this kingdom because it started a legend that has continued to this day. Even now our great kingdom stands as a beacon of hope, a shining example, and a pristine bulwark against evil. I love this city, this kingdom, and especially all the people who occupy and visit it." Stella lifted her hands above her head and a great ball of light grew above her and started to trail up into the sky. She then brought her hands together in front of her chest, lowered her head, and closed her eyes as if in prayer, while the ball of light continued to rise.

"I pray that everyone of you will continue to help bring prosperity and safety to this kingdom. May the Goddesses's blessings rain down upon you as we share our experiences together this Founder's Day. Now," Stella smiled, brought her hands out in front of her, palms up, and looked out at the crowd, "may the true festivities begin!" With that royal proclamation, the bands started to play and her ball of light exploded into a cascade of colors, reds, blues, golds, and silvers spread themselves across the sky like glitter. The crowd cheered as Stella gave a formal bow to the people and left her place on high.

As the festivities started to get super rowdy Stella could only think, "Now I just got to figure out how to get out of here so I can check out the Temple of Time! I really need to know what's going on!"

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As the speech started, Rikshath listened, impressed with how the speech seemed personal, though he could tell with certain inflections that it was surely rehearsed as well. No matter, it was a lovely speech anyway. However, midway though the speech, Rikshath felt the tugging on his mind again. 'You are near the Princess yes? Do the land a favor, help her get away if the need arises. Ah and, if you want to talk back to me, just project your thoughts towards the Temple of Time. I'll be able to hear them.' As the Sage listened, he composed a message of his own for the mysterious entity.

'Mm. Yes, I am indeed near the Princess. As for getting her away... well, the parade and her speech are near the end. I'm sure that I'll be able to find a way to get her away from here realtively unnoticed. Ah, in fact, I think the timing's just about right. I'll contact you when we are heading that way.' Rik cut off the telepathic there, as the festivities had gotten rowdy. Even some of the soldiers had joined in. Rik focused on his vast magic reserves, picking his spell wisely. After all, success or failure at this point depended on which spell he chose to use.

Farore's Wind!

Rik then warped right to where the Princess was, appearing in the shadows and staying unnoticed by the guards. "Princess, I can escort you to the Temple of Time if you wish. I'm sure you can convince someone you need to head back to your room or something. From there, I'll get us to the Temple. It'll only take a couple of warping spells for us to get there as quickly as possible. Quickly, time is of the essence."

As he told her this, he projected his thoughts toward the Temple of Time, to the mysterious voice emenating from that spot. 'Mm. I'm getting ready to enact a plan that won't panic the people about a kidnapped Princess, as that'd only slow us down. Perhaps we can pull it off like she's gone to bed for the night. However, I can't say how long it will be before we get there.'

Rik glanced around as he waited for the reply from the Princess. The guards that were "nearby" were seemingly gravitating more an dmore toward the festivities, though the only thing he suspected that held them back was their duty to guard the Princess. Rik then got an idea. A risky one, but one that would pay off it it worked. "Fellas, why don't you go on down and join the fun, mm? As you can see, I'm a Sheikah, and certainly not likely to harm the Princess at any point." One of the guards hesitated.

"How can we be sure you are who you say you are?" he asked. Rik nodded. "Mm. Your skepticism is certainly welcomed and understandable. Fine, a demonstration from the Sheikah sage Riksath." With that, Rikshath focused on his magic, before launching a series of fireballs into the air, which exploded like fireworks into all sorts of different colors, causing the crowd to cheer clap before partying some more. Rik turned back to the guards. "Mm. Proof enough?" he asked. The guards nodded before moving off. Rik then turned to the Princess. "Mm. Very well. Now, let's find some sort of exit under the pretense of you being tired, shall we? After all, the Temple of Time awaits for both of us."

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Stella was quite surprised when Rikshath appeared near her from the shadows. Her surprise was quickly overtaken by the words the sage spoke, about how he could get her to the Temple of Time. It appeared her way out was secured and it also seemed the voice had not only contacted her, but Rikshath as well which made her even more excited at the prospect of finding out what was going on.

After his little display, most of the guards were satisfied with Rikshath's credibility. Stella gave a quick nod and pretended that all the activity had gotten to her. Her skin turned paler than usual, thanks to a little light manipulation, her eyelids seemed to grow heavy and more movements appeared unsteady and slow.

"Princess are you alright?" Questioned one of the guards looking concerned.

"Yes, I'm quite fine, but I fear I need some rest. I do not want to burden you all with the task of taking me back, I am sure you all wish to enjoy the festivities. So if it would not be too much of a burden," Stella turned to Rikshath and asked, "would you please escort me back home. I am sure one member of the ever vigilant Sheikah will be more than enough for this purpose."

Several of the guards did not look to happy about leaving her but they were not about to ignore the princess' kindness. "Very well your grace. Make sure you do your job." One of the royal guards grunted and then they moved off.

"Now then," Stella turned her full attention to the sage eyes piercing into his own, and he eyes seemed to twinkle with delight and curiosity. "Shall we depart?" Her voice was still that of the royal, demure princess since they were still in range of the people around but her face had already shaken off her royal mask, unmistakable joy plastered on her face at the mere thought of figuring out what was going on.

Few people could be prepared for the pure and honest face of the princess seeking out the answers to her millions of questions.

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Rikshath watched with amusement as his plan continued to go off without a hitch. "would you please escort me back home. I am sure one member of the ever vigilant Sheikah will be more than enough for this purpose." Rik nodded at this. He saw that the guards were not happy with it, but ended up bowing to the princess' wishes anyway. 'Mm. Sheesh. They really are spineless... no wonder they're really only here for appearances.' Rik noted as the princess turned to him.

Even though, Rikshath had suspected that the princess was longing for some excitement and adventure, he had to hid his surprise as her face took on a new look, eyes twinkling with excitement. "Shall we depart?" Rik nodded, grabbing a hold of Stella's shoulder with his hand. "Mm. You may feel a slight feeling of being squeezed through a tube, especially if you've never teleported before. However, it'll pass, as will any possible queasiness. I can't take us straight to the Temple, but I can get us out of sight from the festivities." Rik said to her, before concentrating on his magic again.

Farore's Wind!

The two found themselves outside the festivities, in the empty streets. Rik took the time to compose a quick message. 'The princess and I are on our way.' Rik projected the thought to the Temple of Time, before turning to Stella. "Mm. There. The presence in the Temple knows we're on our way. We'd best not keep them waiting." he said, before walking alongside the Princess to the Temple, keeping an eye out for anyone who might spot them. Fortunately, it seemed the streets were empty, and Rik soon saw the Temple standing before them in all its splendor. Rik held the door open for the Princess, before entering himself.

Inside, he saw a Lizalfos, and two others, as well as a girl with a seemingly ethereal aura. Rik nodded to the girl. "Mm. Sorry to keep you waiting, but the Princess had an important parade and a speech to give. However, we are here." Rik said, examining each of the figures in the room.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego); Delva (by godsons)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Dark, Ashy-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Creamy-Pale
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

(Two Of These)

Wing-Cloak

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Overall Personality
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Her Inner Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Inspiration, Knowledge
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past, Sauron

Elegant | Unpredictablly-Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Influential

Everyone believed that Saeril was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion to support various realms and their inhabitants. A greatly-unpredictable individual, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; for even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by the guilt of her cruel and malicious actions. Since then, she feared her other persona "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of Sauron's control over her, who wished to wreck havoc from time to time. The ultimate goal was to redeem, and dissipate this inner darkness from within.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili, whom she'd grown to care for as her own children. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was absolutely devastated after witnessing Azog kill his older brother. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became frank and strictly protective of Kili, going so far to keep him alive, and stay by his side throughout his many ventures, though she may not always agree with them. Her connection with her youngest godson became so strong, others knew better not to cross her if there's damage inflicted upon him.

Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she is, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Comadre; alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Compadre; deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog the Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Bolg (Enemy; alive) (Orc)

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Kili grinned guiltily, he had indeed placed a bet with the others. Saeril knew him too well. "Only a small one," he answered, but Dwalin scoffed a bit from where he'd overheard the two.

"Small? You bet more than half your coin, lad. Lost it, too." The burlier dwarf had no faith in the too-skittish hobbit. Bilbo had turned their offer down, he would not come. Most had bet against him, and for a good reason, in his opinion.

"There is still time for him to come." Kili grimaced lightly, but he knew if Bilbo did not arrive, he would be without much of his coin for the remainder of the journey. Why had he been so foolish? Bofur had tried to talk him out of gambling so much, but he would not listen.

As if on cue, Bilbo approached the clearing, clearly out of breath. "Wait! Wait!" The hobbit clutched his side as he fought to regain his breath, and he held the parchment above his head to show his signature to Saeril and the others. "I signed it!"

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Saeril listened to the discussion between Kili and Dwalin. It sounded fair, nor was the concept itself greedy, but if she figured that if Kili wagered big, who knows what she might say? It was pure amusement as she listened and watched. "So, if I say that if we make it to the mountain alive, you would owe me?", she butted in, teasing the youngest with a chuckle.

She softly and heartily giggled, in a soft way. She was enjoying her time so far. She was wrong to hide from them. She liked dwarves, but it varied. Those who can make her laugh or smile, are easily those she would see as friends, but others? Only Mahal will tell...

That was until she heard yelling. She looked behind her, only to see Bilbo running towards them, obviously out of breath.

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"Whoa!" Several dwarves stopped their ponies, and all eyes were on Bilbo. Kili felt a surge of hope when the parchment was mentioned, and he cast a light, triumphant grin towards Dwalin. "You were saying?" Kili could be a bit cocky, especially when he believed himself winning. The youngest looked towards his godmother now, and he laughed good naturedly as she spoke of another gamble. "I am not sure I want to bet against that," he teased, taking things lightly as he often did. There was no doubt in his mind that they'd make it alive; he was so very inexperienced to the dangers of Middle Earth, and in his mind, they were practically immortal to have such a team.

Balin took the contract from Bilbo, then gave it a careful look over with the help of his pocket glass. With a kindly smile and nod of approval, the older dwarf folded the parchment. "Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

Thorin, however, remained unimpressed. "Give him a pony," he instructed his nephews before leading the way once again. Having Bilbo along did not change his low opinion of him. Bilbo was cowardly, he would be nothing more than a burden and nuisance.

Bilbo was mortified. "No, no, no, no, that - that won't be necessary, thank you, but I-I'm sure I can keep up on foot. She is walking, and so shall I." The hobbit referred to Saeril, and then he started ahead on foot. "I've done my fair share of walking holidays, you know." As their new burglar stammered out excuses, Kili smirked to Fili in a silent means of communicating with him. Without delay, he reached down from his pony, and grabbed the still-rambling Bilbo by the shoulder. "I even got as far as Frogmorton once--" with a yelp, Bilbo felt himself lifted from the ground, and he was set right atop the only pony without a rider.

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The walk was long, but she didn't complain. Saeril's biology was beyond that of humans and dwarves, so moving by foot was no problem. Not a single ache came for her feet, but she was pretty certain that the ponies can't walk forever, which also became one of the reasons they had to stop and camp for the following night. That night, Saeril let her cloak transform into her feathered wings, tucked in behind her as she sat with her godsons near the fire. Only being dressed in her black, tight, catsuit-like outfit with feathers embedded in the fabric, Saeril wasn't cold, and she certainly wasn't tired; not with her godsons still awake; she could stay awake for the longest of periods.

Saeril was enjoying the company of her new family, and she certainly felt herself grow close to the young heir. She hoped that Fili didn't mind, but of course, the she-elf will accept them both, and she would have to. Good laughs they had, good stories to tell. It was purely familial. Saeril was about to reach behind her waist for one of her curved blades to sharpen it, but froze once a loud shriek sounded in the distance. It can't be, can it?

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Bilbo should have counted himself fortunate that there had been an extra pony for him. The company had traveled long and far, with little to no breaks in-between. When it was announced by Thorin that they would stop for the night, he breathed a sigh of relief. After they'd eaten, everyone turned in for the night, but he could not sleep. Life on the road was so unlike what he was used to, and he found himself visiting his pony as a result of insomnia. "Hello, girl. That's a good girl." Bilbo offered her an apple, then pet a hand through her chestnut mane. "It's our little secret, Myrtle; you must tell no one."

Kili was wide awake as well, and he was enjoying the company of both his brother and Saeril. The fire kept them comfortably warm, and he took notice of their burglar in the distance. "Suppose he'll want to keep her, once the journey is done," he remarked with some amusement, but then some terrible, unearthly shrieks could be heard from parts unknown.

Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin, and he looked back to see if the others had heard it too. "What was that?!" So terrified was he that he abandoned Myrtle to regroup with the others, his eyes wide with fear.

Kili was frightened himself, though seeing Bilbo so pale brought out his mischievous side. This was also an opportunity to bring some amusement to his godmother and Fili; he had the tendency to show off when he could. "Orcs," he answered lowly, and that one word was enough to wake Thorin, who had been dozing on the opposite side of the camp.

Bilbo ran a hand through his curly hair, frazzled as ever. "Orcs?" For the hundredth time that day, he regretted his choice to come. The creatures sounded positively awful; he did not wish to witness what came along with the scream.

"They strike in the wee small hours, when everyone's asleep." Kili was fighting to keep a straight face; he knew this was a bit cruel, but Bilbo was such an easy target. "Quick and quiet; no screams, just lots of blood." Once Bilbo's back was to them, he lost the mask of graveness and instead laughed with his brother.

Thorin approached the four, his disgust evident. "You think that's funny? You think a night raid by orcs is a joke?"

Kili looked to his uncle with a bit of surprise; he hadn't known him to be listening. "We didn't mean anything by it," he protested quietly, his heart sinking. Losing Thorin's approval was a terrible feeling; one he'd felt more and more as of late. Why could he not seem to impress him?

"No, you didn't." Thorin turned his back on them, then moved to overlook the valley below. "You know nothing of the world."

Kili fell quiet after that, for he had no way to defend himself nor to argue. It was true, after all. He knew nothing, and he'd only succeeded in showing how young and naive he really was. To hear his uncle so obviously disgusted was crushing, and he dropped his gaze, too embarrassed to look at his godmother or Fili right now. No matter how hard he tried, he never seemed to gain Thorin's approval, and it was a constant source of low self-esteem. Thorin's words were often taken to heart. Perhaps too much.

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"Throat cutters", Fili confirmed from next to his baby brother, taking his smoking pipe out of his mouth as he spoke. He knew where his brother was getting at, and it amused him to how much he liked to play around. The eldest was just an accomplice, and he was often prompted by Kili to take part in his ventures within the Blue Mountains. Not that he agreed with them, but he just simply just can't refuse. "They'll be dozens of them out there", he only did this, just to stay on his side of the game.

Admittedly, Saeril wasn't at all impressed, and it was apparent to the dissaproving look coming upon her Elven features. She was looking at the young dwarrows before her, and eyes expressed a piercing gaze that can only summon intimidation to those before her. Her face was still soft, not completely dark.

"If you're thinking on amusing me, it's not working", the she-elf informed the youngest. However, her facials softened when she heard Thorin approach them with spite in his voice towards his nephews. Saeril turned her head towards his direction, her straight, ashy-brown hair following her movements.

She couldn't believe what she saw; it wasn't what she expected either. She knew that teasing Bilbo wasn't funny, but with a family telling you that you know nothing about the world you live in, it was a bit overly harsh. It was true that Kili was both childishly young and naive, but to lower his self-esteem by said-comments weren't acceptable. Especially if you are an heir. Seeing that the youngest was the one being mostly affected, the female gently placed a comforting hand on Kili's arm, soothing him.


[System]
Age: 20

Appearance:

Years in the Academy: 7

Ancestors: TaskMaster is his Uncle. X-23(Laura Kinney) is his mother. He does not know his father due to the man dying when he was young; however, this man is the link to TaskMaster.

Photographic Reflexes = Alex has the ability of Photographic Reflexes. He wasn't born with this ability but due to his healing factor his uncle, TaskMaster, took him and began testing on him. TaskMaster tested to see if he could implant his own ability within the boy, and it worked. Alex now can copy any physical action that his body could naturally do. However, due to not naturally being born with this ability Alex can 'forget' how to do the move if he doesn't work to ingrain it into his muscle memory.

Superhuman Longevity = Just like most with a healing factor Alex also has a superhuman level of longevity. This causes him to just like Wolverine and X-23 from whom he has DNA of to age slower during his young adult years and further on.

Regenerative Healing Factor = Alex has a very strong healing factor due to having DNA of Wolverine and X-23. When TaskMaster did tests on the young boy he did something to increase the power at which Alex's body and mind can recover. It has not been attempted, but before TaskMaster escaped he mentioned that he believed that Alex had a better healing factor than Wolverine.

Animalistic Instincts = Similar to Wolverine and X-23 Alex has heightened senses in the form of various animals. He has faster reflexes, stronger sense of smell, better eyesight, and an innate sense of incoming danger. Alex has yet to train these senses to their peak potential so as of right now they feel more of a nuisance until he fully understands what he is sensing.

Hyper Speed = The only ability that Alex can call his own is his speed. Not quite the levels of those such as Quicksilver, but still faster than the average human if only a few MPH's higher. TaskMaster estimated that if he trained his speed that Alex could quite possibly reach Mach 1, but so far Alex has maxed out at 48 MPH.

A side note is that Alex is fairly intelligent. This is primarily because TaskMaster drilled various lessons into the boy's mind. He learned a lot and retain nearly all of it.

Bio: At a young age Alex's life began fairly normal. His father died when he was young so he only knew of his mother Laura as his family. At the time he didn't even know her link to Wolverine or about her powers. Once his abilities started to show themselves she told him everything. It was a lot for a seven year old to take in, but it caused him to have a strong desire to help people.

Unfortunately, within the next year TaskMaster showed up. Still using the name Tony Masters he told the young Alex that he was the young boys uncle having been the brother of his dead father, the last person that had been living who knew Taskmaster's true identity. When Laura found out TaskMaster had shown up she forbid Alex to interact with him. Unfortunately, there was nothing either could do to stop TaskMaster from following out his plans.

The man kidnapped Alex and took him to an old Weapon X facility. There he performed various tests on Alex implanting DNA in him and altering the already preexisting DNA. He taught the boy various things and began attempting to brainwash him. This was very difficult due to the boys healing factor. It took nearly three years, but Laura along with a few other superheroes eventually found the location where TaskMaster had been hiding the boy. TaskMaster had been outside the facility when the heroes showed up and therefore got away.

All of this harshly affected the young boy. A close watch was kept on him after he and his mother moved to Xavier's School in order to keep him safe. Eventually Alex got sick of being stuck in the same place and he tried to run away. He was easily caught by Wolverine who came up with a compromise of placing him in the Avengers Academy. Laura was scared to part ways with her son when TaskMaster was still at large, but she realized that he should be safe with the Avengers close by rather than him continuously trying to run away. Alex only agreed as long as they kept his identity as secret as possible which was agreed to.

Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional!

Weapons: Since TaskMaster planned on working alongside Alex and rebuilding his crime syndicate he used his leftover connections to get Alex a Vibranium-Adamantium alloy Ninjato and a small collapsible Kendo Stick.

Personality: To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone like his uncle. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He really wants to help others but doesn't feel as if he will be any real help.

Other: Has an overbearing desire for revenge against TaskMaster.

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Charlotte considered herself, as well as everyone on campus, lucky that James took more after Steve Rogers than Logan Howlett. James sure knew how to talk to people, something that Charlotte herself wasn't as good at doing. Aside from Annabelle and occasionally bumping heads with Mark, she didn't do a whole lot of socializing. Vix could sort of be considered a second hand friend through Annabelle, but Charlotte could not honestly remember the last conversation that she had with Vix.

In any case, the young boy who had been wrapped up in all of this with the rest of them had been brought along to the Hall of Heroes to speak with the one and only Advanced Training Program Instructor. He was a bit hard to deal with, but nothing worse than how she'd seen some drill sergeants treat some Boots. She went willingly along. Every little motion she made loosened the armor from her body until it was ready to peel off, revealing Charlotte again. She tapped the belt buckle, and the suit flew away without a word from COR. Sometimes things just didn't need to be said.

Speaking of both Annabelle and Vix, the two had decided to join the group as well. Charlotte waved them both to walk over to her, smiling at them. "Enjoy the first scene of the school year? I didn't really take part in the ones years before."

The hall of heroes surrounded her and all of the other students. Her Grandfather, Tony Stark, and many more all lined hall. No matter how many times she walked through, she was surprised that Pepper didn't get a Rescue statue somewhere, or at the very least a not totally selfish plaque by Tony.

Then Mister Lang showed up. She could never really tell with Lang, but was pretty sure that the situation wasn't as dire as he was talking about it like. The boy had been the first to answer Lang's question. Apparently his name was Will. A nice name. Charlotte nodded in agreement and took a small step towards Lang.

"I had just gotten there when it burst into the cafeteria. A few of us led it outside and took care of it before it could cause major harm."

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Vix saw the group of people arrive, her classmates. "As you say." Vix followed Annabelle into the group. mr. Lang was the one who meet them questioning about the scene in the cafeteria. It was not interesting to Vix as she had a recording of the events thanks to someone streaming it. Decided to send it to mr. Lang mail. It included the twitter feed that went along as well as links to threads of some students forums who were making conspiracy theories about the whole thing already.

As well including a few words of her own opinion with the most likelihood written in the mail. It didnt have to be the most likely situationm but it was the safest bet.

 Mr. Lang,
Most likely a third year student misfire.
In greetings Vix

That done, she gave a nod to Charlotte, who she recognized first by the armor. It was the first time they would share the same class. Vix curiosity about her raised. A young boy spoke up first. She looked at him, noticing his strained posture and the slight fidgeting. A second long medical and thermal scans explained it to her.

The boy named Will had a urgent biological need.

Charlotte decided to speak next, moving the attention away from Will. Vix stepped up beside the boy placing her hand softly on his shoulder to get his attention. She had learned enough tact to lean to the boy with a warm smile and whisper.

"The toilets are beside the staircase, just down the hall on the left."

 She pointed it briefly, before moving away to stand and removing her hand from the youngest member of the group. Looking around she spotted Richard with another spider clad student. She gave him a silent greeting with a wave. After the first mishap that she referred to as The sticky incident that happened in her first weeks of her academy days, they become more friendly. He was a nice conversation partner. Vix concluded that the class for the advance program was a nice one.

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Will blinked in surprise, blushed a bit, then nodded. "Thanks." He said quietly, forcing a small smile.
He'd have to wait to leave until the older man was done interrogating them, but at least now he knew where he was going.
As it stood, it seemed like some of the older kids had a pretty solid grasp on what had happened. He hoped whoever made the rocket would fess up quick, because he didn't know how much longer he could wait. And publicly humiliating himself was not a good way to start his first day at Avenger Academy.
He listened as a tall girl who couldn't have been any younger than 18 spoke up, adding on to his weak explanation of the situation. At least this was going relatively quickly.

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Nao groaned inwardly as they walked through the Hall of Heros. He actively avoided this building after his orientation tour. It was a place for legends, those who strode toward the light relentlessly. Nao wasn't like that. He was brought up by the very darkness they swore to fight. He was tainted by it. He felt small in the presence of these legends. During his first year, he nearly left the academy. Between the bullying and ostrigization from the other magical students and the relentless march of remedial classes, Nao felt out of place. He'd missed years of academic and cultural advancement. He discovered music when he was 13. It took him months to acclimate to the idea of cars and even now he couldn't use a computer effectively. He wielded some of the darkest magics in the book and years of training made it almost impossible for his stoic facade to drop. The Hall of Heros served as a reminder of what he wasn't.

Two females wandered into the group as the approached the center. His nose twitched as he instinctively felt for their blood. Anyone who regularly practice blood magic developed a sixth sense for blood quality and types since spells were specific and often times you didn't have time to ask questions while stripping the liquid out of another's body. The girl with green skin and tipped ears was obviously inhuman. He didn't need magical senses to tell that. He frowned. The other didn't have a scent to her. Interesting. He shook his head slightly. No, bad Nao. That was an invasion of privacy on the highest level.

"Everyone enjoy the little breakfast and show this morning? What in blazes happened down there?" The voice snapped Nao out of his contemplations. Mr. Scott Lang addressed the group. Nao had a hard time getting a feel for the situtation; the man's face betrayed nothing. The young boy stepped forward to explain, followed by Charlotte. They seemed to have covered the basics of the situation, no need for him to get involved. He glanced at his watch and blanched. He'd never skipped class before. A yawn rose unbidden but he managed to stifle it. A sharp pick on his hand reminded him of something. He was still bleeding. He quickly ruffled through his bag, careful not to drip blood inside, and pulled out small band aids. He tipped off each finger.

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Richard jumped down from the drone and high fived Ben. He couldn't leave him hanging. Spider pun not intended. He followed the others to the Hall of Heroes and looked around. No matter how many times he entered this building he was always fascinated. It was like each time he entered he noticed and took in something new. It seemed that others were already here when they arrived. Including Vix. The start of their friendship wa a crazy one. You wouldn't even think they'd become friends after that. She didn't seem to notice him at first and before he could get her attention Scott Lang came on the scene. Or Mr. Lang.

By the way he interrupted James, Richard figured that he was probably upset if even just mildly so. When he asked if they enjoyed the show and what happened Richie just shook his head. "I was actually late to the whole thing." Though considering how lax the school seemed with weapons and technology out in the open on campus he was surprised that there weren't accidents more frequently. Dealing with a few accidents a day every day would actually be some good training. Maybe he should try and set that up. Get the more accident prone students to do what they do best. Soon the young wall crawler was lost in thought.

He soon remembered where he was and noticed Vix waving at him. He smiled and waved back. This was already getting boring fast. He walked over to Mr. Lang and wrapped his arm around him like they were old pals. "No one got hurt. Well, no one except for James over there and he... you know. You must've asked them here for more than just asking what happened, right? Come on. Get to the good stuff."

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Alex watched the group when Scott Lang showed up talking about some 'incident' that happened mere moments ago. He listened for a bit then inserted himself in the conversation, "Come on Mr. Lang. We all know the school has state-of-the-art tech. Is there any real reason to ask these guys when you can just watch some footage. It's the first day. Someone probably just got to anxious or nervous working on some sort of project then lost focus. As long as no one got hurt there is no reason to hold up class. So, please sir." In truth if it hadn't been for the fact that this would hold up his day Alex probably wouldn't have said anything.

 He looked around at the small group gathered around. A few faces he knew a few he didn't. Alex wasn't the most sociable guy around so most had no clue he even existed unless they were apart of the Next Avengers Program where he was one of the best fighters. He also offered his skills as a sparing partner to anyone who needed it due to his powers. Not many took up the offer though since not many people even know of this offer. Either way he was most likely going to know these people very well soon if he didn't already.


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𝓝𝓱𝓲𝓪 𝓚𝓾𝒆𝓿𝒆𝓻𝒆 Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴄʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏɴᴇ
Tʜᴇ sᴀʟᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴘs ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ sᴋɪɴ
I ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ sᴇᴀ
I ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴜᴇ

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Nickame
Nini. Nhia usually is short enough though.
Birthday & Age
Summer born. Twenty-One
Height & Weight
Five Foot Five. One Hundred and Ten Pounds.
Dreads & Eyes
Blonde Hair. Blue Eyes.
Personality
Reckless. Charming. Secretive. Bold. Carefree.

Nhia from an outsider's point of view might be seen as a free spirit and a reckless one at that. She is sun kissed and always driven to the water ever since she was a young child. People that she have encountered have stated that she is quite charming, but on the other hand so are the angler fish that dwell down below. Some of her quirks include: Eating sunflowers seeds and biting her lower lip when she's thinking about something. Nhia can be heard humming or or whistling when she's in a cheerful or happy mood.
Skills & Abilities
Nhia is a fisherman's daughter so she excels in fishing, sailing, and a bit of navigation.
History
"Come now Nhia, sing a song for our guests, you have always had a beautiful voice as light as the bird that brings your daddy home." a father called to his child. The family had invited several sailors over for dinner to celebrate a safe journey, and the good season they had for fishing. The family and several other families had found their home next to the sea and used the resources of the land to survive as well as flourish. "Come Nhia, sing!" her mother now insisted, as the guests smiled and nodded their approval.

"There is a place named shipwrecked cove placed behind a rock
A boy and a girl would travel there for her to suck his -"

"Nhia!" the young girls mother exclaimed, her face a crimson red at the embarrassment her daughter had given her in front of their guests, while her father let out a hearty laugh. Nhia giggled, "I learned that one from the neighbor boy." she gleamed, her soft round lips upturned into a grin. "Bed." her mother retorted, as Nhia's smile then dropped to a pout, "But Mothe-" the girl started, and was given a stiff finger pointing towards her bedroom in the small home, "Now." her mother finalized the command, sending Nhia away.

As Nhia aged, she always had a pleasure in riddles, songs, and the casual practical joke. Though many of her friends and family, besides her father found no pleasure in this, the girl remained the same. "Honestly Nhia, you need to mature just a little, you're over fifteen years old now." her mother pleaded as they sat down to wash their clothes. Nhia smiled and nodded, it was often easier to just agree to what her mother had to say rather than fight the cause. The two continued this sort of conversation; Mother lecturing her daughter, while the daughter half doesn't pay attention and half just says "Mhm, yes."

"Your father and I think it time you be married." her mother bluntly spoke, noticing her daughter's lack of participation. Nhia responded once again, "Yep." before noticing the words that had been spoken, "Wait, what!?" the girl exclaimed, dropping the clothing she had held as her blue and grey shaded eyes widening as she glared at her mother, "I'm not ready for that." she chuckled, picking up the article of clothing and dusting it off slightly. "I'm just not ready for that." she repeated once more, handing the item to her mother and walking away with out another word about it.

Nhia didn't want to be forced into a marriage so young, so during the night she packed up as much as she could and took to the only place who seemed to understand her- the sea. She has been out to sea for six years and has finally decided to come back to land, looking for life to bring her another way.

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"HEAVE HOOO" Fatir said with a mighty swing of his pickaxe bringing it down crashing into the mountainside. FINALLY he thought to himself after freeing the ore from its stone prison. Warm to the touch and a golden there was no denying it. "OH HELLS YEA DAWN ORE. This is a hell of a score" Fatir said to himself as he marveled at the precious stone before he stored it away among the others in his bag. Dawn Ore was amazing and had many offensive abilities if crafted into weapons, and even some practical uses smaller chunks of the ore could be worn around the neck to keep one warm in the colder season or bigger ones could be kept in a fireplace to heat a home either way this was a great find indeed.

With a slap to the mountainside and a hearty thank you for the small gifts bestowed upon him, Fatir had begun to make his way down the mountainside.

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HOURS LATER

"Whew…finally" Fatir said as he turned to take a gander at where he once was in comparison to where he was now. These kinds of things made one think. Fatir took a moment to wipe his brow as he leaned against a tree to catch his breath. It didn't last long as he needed to continue on first stop the library of lindblum.

Hoisting himself from the tree he had begun his trek toward the kingdom. The closer Fatir drew to the kingdom the more of the bustle of life could be heard it made him think back to his hometown of Besaid and how lively it got when they would have festivals. It had barley been a week and here he was getting homesick. The moment passed rather quickly as he was now close enough to smell all the sweet smells of pastries and savory smells of roasting meat, he had been stuck mining so long that he forgot to actually eat then there was the issue of being copperless, "Dammit" he cursed to himself as his stomach had began to speak a language all its own, it was fairly easy to understand though that gurgle that turned into a roar was translated into FEEEEED MEEEEE.

Passing through the archway into the city he had a thought "maybe there is a jeweler around here that I can sell an ore…" Before he was able to finish that sentence the winds of serendipity bought a flyer smacking Fatir in the face speaking of a FESTIVAL of sorts. A festival in the kingdom this was perfect more than likely there would be merchants selling replica blades to older men and probably some teenagers surely they would need a hand and for starters all he would need is a meal and maybe a little foin to line his already empty pockets. "Well here goes everything" He said as he marched in.

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"Aaaahhhhhhhhh...... *yawn* The Gate of Lindbluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum" Jack yawned once more.
'T was totally dark, the night sky filled with a gazillion stars. Here and there a shooting star.
Lindblum's "Festival of the Hunt" was famous for it's gorgeous weather. In history records it was written that during every edition of the annual festival the weather would be extremely nice. Even if 'weather forecasts' would say differently. The locals would always laugh at charlatans trying to fool them with rainy days to come.

The (annual) regular visitors were already familiair with the shooting stars. During the 14-day festival it was a custom to watch the night sky at the first day of arrival, but because so many visitors entered and left the City of Lindblum, there would be many stargazers every night of the festival. Like a touch of magic.. Uniting everyone with the Universe.

And so Jack decided to wait a little while outside of the gates, talking to the guards instead of entering Festival ground.
It was then that he heard how a free spot become available at the evening program of the "Festival of the Hunt". If Jack wanted he could go on stage and perform some of his songs. Next day's evening he was welcome to make music at the Inn's bar, while the day after he would already perform at the main stage, after the 'Final of the Hunter's Challenge' ended.

"....yes, yes. I will contact Baku immediately next thing in the morning" Jack spoke to the friendly guards. "Have a great night. Nice stargazing for both of you!"

The guards Reno and Zeno opened the gate to let Jack in. Immediately after Jack and his horse set foot on Lindblum territory the gate closed.
"Let us go to the inn, Beautiful. Both of us can use a long night's rest."

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The dark figure clutched at the sides of his head and hunched over, trying to concentrate his mental faculties to their utmost. Cat-like groans of effort issued from a lipless, unseen mouth. Nervously, the vendor held a gyro towards Suliss at arm's length.

"Just take it and go, all right? This one's on the house. Don't think I'll help any of your beggar friends though. If I see anyone else troubling my stall tonight I'll call the guards!"

Suliss plucked the gyro from the vendor's hand and darted away, the festival lights blurring his vision. Maybe after he'd eaten he might be able to feel the creeping return of his memories.

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"Naaa no thanks, Fatir was it" The older Smith said as he rubbed his beard looking at Fatir.

"Hey come on look I can make myself useful and I can actually forge a decent blade. Ive even learned how to fold in magic ore and for just a shot at what I can do id gladly part with one of the ore I mined just this afternoon" Fatir Pleaded with the Smith as he stood still looking Fatir in the eye.

"AHH what the hell I was fiing to close up shop tonight anyway if you can forge me a decent dagger I can forget about the ore and I can bring you on for a bit. I cant explain it kid there something about you, a look of determination I havent seen in quite sometime." The Smith said as he began the closing procedures. "Well GET TO WORK Boy"

Fatir cut a large smile at the Smiths words and shot to the back and begin the process of forging a weapon. Going a step beyond the Smiths Expectations Fatir had begun forging a longsword. The way he had started to move was like a man possessed. His focus was that of lion stalking its prey. Each bang and clang of the hammer against the anvil only served as a music to Fatir. The Smith watched in awe as Fatir worked. It was like watching one of the greats.

The two had lost track of time but in just a few short hours Fatir had finished creating his longsword and presented it to the smith. "Ho…how…hows that" Fatir asked as if by some sort of magic his forging high had worn off and everything came rushing back to him. Causing him to stumble a bit.

"Easy there boy" the smith said catching Fatir. "You forged a damn good blade this quality his amazing its almost as though it was forged by…" Shaking his head and showing a smile "Lets get you put up in an inn for the night." The smith said as he dropped a few gold in Fatirs shaky hand. "Across the Way there is an inn they keep a few rooms available around this time. Head on over and get yourself a room and some sleep and be back here tomorrow no later than noon." The smith said as he sent fatir on his way.

Stumbling across the way he caught sight of a woman sitting upon a stone fountain "hey your kinda cute" Fatir said believing it to have only been said in his head. As he stumbled into the inn damn near passing out after entering inside.

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"Hey your kinda cute."

Nhia had finished off her pastry awhile ago as she people watched. The comment caught her off guard as she watched the large man stumble away. Looking up to the sign, she slowly read that it was an INN. Some place where she could lay her head tonight. Thinking quickly she thought she would take the opportunity to introduce herself to the man, but also get a free place to sleep tonight. "Excuse me!" she said as she hopped off the side of the fountain and followed him inside. She wrapped her arm around the arm of the stumbling man, as she looked up to the innkeeper. "My husband and I need a room for the night. You know who this is don't you? The champion fighter from across borders! He needs your finest room and now!" Nhia demanded as the innkeeper scrambled to find their door keys.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name-" the innkeeper started and Nhia waved her hand, "How dare you! I should contact the guards right now for such inappropriate questioning." she declared, as the innkeeper made haste to show them into a room, "No, no that won't be necessary at all!" he brought them to a room. Nhia released his arm, "You're welcome." she cooed, as she proceeded to take off her boots and sit down in one of the wooden chairs that were in the room. "I'm Nhia. When they ask for the room payment just tell them the officials of the festival are to pay, and we'll go from there. You can have the bed, I'm used to the floor. I just didn't want to sleep outside again." she mentioned, bringing her foot up to her hand to rub it soothingly.