[System]
Age: (actual:600+/appearance:23)
Species: Lasombra Vampire

Appearance: He's a rather muscular vampire standing at slightly above average height (6ft). He tends to wear a normal dark t-shirt and jeans combo in the modern nights.

Personality: Brooding and taciturn, this man isn't one for small talk. One look in his eyes or seeing his powerful Obtenebration and Potence in action betrays a storied past. Hector Sea is the classic lone wolf, a man of mysterious and seductive sight who, when forced to, knows how to deal with several situations. He is a quiet contemplative person who appeals for the analysis of the situation before acting. But when he is in action, no one can stop him.

Biography:
 In the Camarilla is a legendary figure known by his nickname, the Dark Angel. He has been around for centuries, playing a part in Camarilla activities around the world. He has recently gone into torpor and has been forgotten about by all but his deepest of enemies and greatest of friends. Now, he has returned from the bottom of the ocean, ready to impose his will onto Cainite society once more.

 Hector was born to parents in the Mediterranean. Growing up, he was trained for a career as a Navy man by his father. He was known for being the most talented of his family and for his hand to hand combat skills. He was quickly picked out of his siblings as heir for his self control and strength of will. However, it was his talents that lead to his family's downfall. He was picked out by a Lasombra Methuselah for an embrace, going after the Navy family. Hector's sire killed everyone in Hector's family and placed the blame on Hector, making him a target for the Navy. Hector was embraced as his only tool for survival in the predicament.

 A 6th gen Lasombra vampire, Hector became a Sabbat vampire and a pirate. His formidable Shadow Powers and brute strength (along with many other disciplines he's learned) led him to commandeer his own pirate ship, where he robbed and looted a fortune to becoming a bourgeoisie in the old world. Like many Lasombra, he hunted for power in the ranks of the Sabbat and became a Ductus of clan members, having the title of Dark Angel.

 However, Hector never believed in the antediluvians like most Sabbat (although he did believe they existed) and believed Gehenna was never going to come. He had many orders from the Sabbat to hunt possible antediluvians and their relics, but he never followed through. Eventually, he decided to leave the Sabbat altogether as he did not agree with their goals.

 As a Lasombra Antitribu, he has been hunted down by the Sabbat to no avail. He has taken down many Sabbat shovelheads and has gone across the New World and the Old World over the centuries keeping to himself, enjoying his treasures and the new technology of the ages and killing Sabbat who are after him. He eventually met Sebastian Lacroix and became friends with him, admiring his skill for rising through the ranks and his Dominance that was a match for his own. Through him, he got the goodwill to join the Camarilla and was one of the main dominating forces of the Camarilla on the seas. However, he was badly injured at some point and entered torpor and was resting at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean until now, adrift at sea he landed on the shore of Santa Monica and into the embraces of his former ally Lacroix.

Supporting Characters: Lacroix, his old connection into the Camarilla and along with the Sheriff, helped to establish their presence in the Camarilla.

[User]
Collaboration with Letter Bee

Lucas Lee would not shared how he learned this fact, but one of the indistinguishible lowrises in Santa Monica's sprawling office parks held something different. If you approached at the right hour and told the security guard the right phrase, he'd lead you to an empty office, perfect for having a conversation with the technological equivalent of a ghost.

Lee would sit down on the available chair, and wait for the local Technocrat's projection to manifest. After a pause, the Episcopalian Bishop would then say:

"I found a new type of what your faction would call a 'Reality Deviant'. Are you interested?"

The flickering image the machine in the corner projected had little color or details, making it look like the figure was in silhouette. Looking at the build it appeared female, but anything more specific was tough to discern from the darkness. She spoke "We value information, but each item is only worth so much. If I had more time I'd refer you to some of Shannon's theorems, but my agenda is rather busy. Much of what we know is private, if you are claiming to have found something unknown to us and significant, I am willing to discuss this matter further."

Lee nodded, and pulled out a dossier from his robe, holding it up to what he presumed was a scanner in the conference table. The reason he didn't use a USB was because the Technocracy might mistake it for a mystic cyberattack. This dossier contained data about Lucas, his exorcisms, and his powers. Not merely that, but also contained were an account of Priscilla's encounter with the cult of Cidhal...written before Prisicilla even reported it to her superior.

"Basically, a new type of sapient supernatural who can suck 'Demons' into himself and destroy them, and manifest Light. He also has attracted the attention of demon cultists and a Vampire," Lee summarized. "Significant enough?"

The figure absorbed the information unnaturally fast, pausing for only a moment before replying. "What you have given us is interesting, though we will verify it to root out any falsehoods present. I will admit, it deals with matters that have been recieving less resources at present. Are there other matters you wish to discuss?"

"Currently, the Camarilla are more powerful than us Traditions, and thus more of a threat, am I right?" was Lee's answer.

"I will not comment on matters regarding our current strategic position. We remain interested in the activities of both groups" she said

A nod from Lee, before he said, "Well, all I'll just say is that we've received...news that the Camarilla are preparing something major, something that might cause a war between the varied factions of bloodsuckers in the city. Not to be optimistic, but they might be exposing themselves to cracks in their structure..."

She had another short response. "We are monitoring the situation. If you have anything related to that matter, I invite you to share it now."

"The Camarilla have acquired an ancient relic, the Ankaran Sarcophagus, which, despite their disavowal of 'Noddist' Legends, they think contains an Antedelluvian," Lee spoke plainly.

"Thank you for being willing to share with us. Is there anything else you know about this matter" She replied, again showing little emotion.

"Nothing more," Lee was sincere; although it was unknown if he would have told anything more if he knew. He then checked his watch, before saying, "I think I used up my free hours; there's a sermon I have to preach soon."

"Once again, thank you. You may leave the same way you came. If you wish to reach us again, ask the security guard for your phone on your way out." She finished, knowing that the guard had not asked for his phone in the first place.

[Assistant]
Hector Sea

 Hector stepped out into the parking lot and located his car, fumbling around with the keys and unlocking the door. Hector entered the car and located the ignition, and pressed the key first the wrong way and then the right way into it. This would be his first time driving a car, but he had ridden in one before and was given lessons in how to drive courtesy of the Camarilla. Hector enjoyed the new technology of the ages, but he needed some time to get acclimated. He put his feet on the gas pedal and the car exploded forward, Hector slammed on the brakes and went slower on the gas next time. He worked his way out of the parking lot and headed out into the road.

Hector remembered the man with no mouth, and that he was being targeted by the cult. Hector drove out back to the warehouse, and went to were the man was being held. He activated his Auspex while touching some of his blood on the floor, and saw a vision of a scarfed man sitting in a church. Hector knew where he was how to find him. He headed out back to his car, but saw something strange on his way there.

 There was a woman with scales, horns, a tail and wings overlapping a normal looking figure. Hector found this to be bizarre, this was a supernatural he had never occurred in his 600 years of life. He approached, cautiously, and said:

 "Excuse me, but what are you?"

[User]
"Ahhmmm~~~" Elleonora made a pleased sound as she stretched her arms, leaving the building where the self defense classes took place. Today was actually payday so she now had good money in her pocket. Frankly... she was making a living albeit just enough. With the money she got from her side job as model for usually adult magazines, she somehow or other managed to keep just enough money in hand to live a good life with enough luxuries to not have the right to complain about. Well it wasn't always nice because of this dual nature of hers. She felt that half her being was content with this life and the other half hungered for something way greater. She had decided never to complain though, so she simply took life as it was, struggling to maintain the point of equilibrium.

 Best thing was that she could take out Jane for lunch tomorrow, after paying her part of the bills. Thus in this fine night, with a smile on her face she slowly walked down the streets, just waiting to reach her favorite side alley where no one was ever present, just so she could take off and stretch her wings properly.

 She was currently dressed in low cut jeans and open back frilly shirt made of thin veil like material that was blowing gently by the air as she walked. Elleonora had just about reached the alleyway when she heard a voice call out to her. She turned to the side, raising an eyebrow as she faced the man who talked to her." What is it that you mea...n... ohh" She started quickly with the standard question to divert from the topic. She was pretty sure there weren't humans who can see her form, but it seemed this one was not human... This was something else. Judging by the pale skin..." Bugger..." She mumbled, making an expression of complex thinking." Frankly nothing that would concern someone like you. Or to be precise nothing that you should concern with." She stated, just in case the silly humans were listening. Not that changelings like herself were harmless, far from it. Just that she didn't want to really get involved in anything of this kind. What a bad luck for someone to randomly spot her. He must be using an ability to see through the mask. She really doubted they were looking for her in specific. She very briefly considered just bolting into the alleyway and then flying up.

 "Can I help you with something or you just wanted to ask that?" She asked, wanting to know before hse decides on a course of action.

[Assistant]
 The woman just nudged him off with a blunt remark, Hector didn't take to kindly to this. Hector's Auspex faded away as his vision returned to normal. He saw that the woman who once had wings protruding out of normal body was now just a normal woman. She must be hiding herself with something. As long as she didn't reveal the supernatural to humans, Hector didn't have a problem with her, but just in case Hector let her off with a warning.

 "Reveal that form to any humans and we're going to have a problem. We don't want another Inquisition on our hands, but you're probably too young to know of it." Hector said to the girl. Before she could retort to his warning, Hector dissipated into Dark Shadows and went to his car. He turned the engine on and headed for the church where Lucas was taking shelter.

 Hector pulled up to the driveway of the church and took a look around. It was a quaint little place, there was some greenery which you didn't usually see in L.A. Hector could hear the birds chirping-the sun was going to come up soon. He had to be quick about this. He entered the church and used Auspex, locating Lucas easily. He approached him, and as he looked into his eyes he Dominated Lucas. Hector threw a pad and a pen at him, and told him to write down everything he knew about the Demon Cult of Cidahl.


[System]
Satilla Valen

Character Summary
Aliases: Sata, Tils, White witch of the woods,
Age: 26
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic good
Place of Origin: Salvas Forest ( very small forest in the middle of nowhere)
Gender: Female
Class: Witch

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 8
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 9
Intelligence: 18
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 17

Physical Attributes
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 119lbs
Build: Frail
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Platina blond
Skin Tone: Pale
Racial Abilities: N/A
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Big slash scar across her back from her left shoulder to her right hip.
Day To Day Attire: While shirt, while knee long skirt, tall leather boots, leather gloves, gray linen cloak with hood.
Strengths: Great memory, acute hearing, otherworldly handwriting!
Weaknesses: Somewhat weak, headaches at noisy places like cities, sensitive skin( get's sunburns easily if not careful)

Psychological Attributes
Gentle * Friendly * Fearful * Curious

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Satilla is a predominately friendly person. She is always polite, well spoken and caring about those around her. She likes to help people when she can and often helps people for free in any way she can, be it healing or simply lend a hand.
 That said, she is also quite fearful of people she doesn't know, even if she doesn't always show it. Often she would be panicking deep down until the fear shows if the people don't prove friendly enough for the time being. She would break out in cold sweat and try to hide behind something or someone.
Habits: Bite her lower lip, plays with her hair.
Hobbies: Reading
Fears: Knights, Dogs, Graveyards
Likes: Apples, Kids, Cats, Books, Winter, Rain
Dislikes: Rats, Mosquitoes, Soldiers, Dogs, Graves, Summer, The Sun, Deserts

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

* Heal: The knowledge and skills to treat wounds and diseases with medication
* Simple Weapon Proficiency: All simple weapons such as club, dagger, gauntlets, staff, spear, crossbow, etc
* Ride: Can ride standard mounts proficiently
* Swim: Can swim without hindrance, including while in light armor and with pack
* Listen: Ability to pick up on sounds that might otherwise go unnoticed or to pick out specific sounds in a loud area
* Search herbs: The ability to find herbs in places where others would fail to notice them.
* Craft Books: The skill and knowledge to create books( Bind the pages, tie the covers etc...)
* Profession Midwife: The skill and knowledge to assist with births and lower the chance for complications to minimal.
* Concentration: The ability to focus on a single task, ignoring distractions

Magic
A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting - Limit 5 for single class, limit 3 for dual class - magic classes only
* HEX Healing: A witch ability causing a healing effect equal to a cure light wounds just by touch. No casting is required and has no limit to uses. Only limit is she has to touch the target and that only a single HEX can be used on a person per day.
* Cure Light Wounds: Heal small wounds, bruises and burns
* Cure Moderate Wounds: Heal moderate wounds, burns and bruises
* Cure Major Wounds: Heal serious wounds, burns and bruises
* Life Pact: Affected creatures automatically donate health to stabilize fallen ally

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
* Clothing: While shirt, while knee long skirt, tall leather boots, leather gloves
* Cloak: Gray linen cloak with hood.
* Belt: Sturdy leather belt with metal rings to attach pouches
* Purse: Small leather purse to keep her coins in.
* Dagger sheath: small leather sheath attached to her inner tight.
* Coins: A number of mostly silver coins and some copper.
* Arcane Scroll: (Summon Monster II)
* Lesser Psionic Restraint: (Command thought is psionically imprinted)
* Mantle of Faith: (This holy garment, worn over normal clothing, grants damage reduction 5/evil to the character wearing it. )

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
* Dagger: A fine slightly curved steel dagger.
* Staff: Simple wooden staff

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
* N/A

Animals: Have a horse or bird? Limit 1 non bonded
* N/A

Familiar:
* Skittles: A normal looking white cat, that she loves hug and cuddle. It's a very smart creature, never making noise or causing trouble. Especially when her healer skills are required, it would sit a few feet away, waiting patiently for her to finish before returning to her side.

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling
* Bedroll: The sleeping bag of middle ages and fantasy settings
* Blanket: A simple woolen blanket
* Flint&Steel: Firestarter
* Cold weather outfit: Spare clothing for winter seasons and cold areas
* Ink: Small ink bottle
* Quill: Feather for writing
* Book: An empty book with blank pages
* Candles: A set of 5 simple candles
* Chalk: 4 pieces of chalk.
* Soap: Hand made soap with flower scent!
* Healer's kit: A set of all tools needed for effective medical intervention.
* Oil: A flask of oil
* Waterskin: Simple waterskin for carrying water.
* Brush: Simple wooden hand carved brush.

Magical Items: Limit 2 low level
* N/A

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5
* Lesser healing: 3 Lesser healing potions she made

Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy
* Mortar&Pestle: Basic set of tools for creating herb mixes
* Herbs: An amount of selected herbs for mixing healing potions

History
Parents: Mother: Zachana Valen(Dead); Father: unknown; Was in good relationship with her mother.
Siblings: N/A
Childhood: Her village was destroyed in a war, mother killed in the attack, she suffered grave wound and was taken as captive. Since then she completely fears knights and their hounds. She somehow escaped one night and ended in a forest where she met a witch who took her in. It was a miserable and painful living as the witch was of the more... typical representatives of her kind. Evil... full of malice, attempting to mold her into a creature filled with anger and hate towards everything else also.
Adulthood: She has been traveling since she was 18. Always on the move, always wandering towards new places. She would help people on the way, healing even for free if she has to. She usually camps in woods, rarely staying in towns for long.
Special Moments: She was 18 when she just couldn't take living with that witch anymore... She despised her, loathed her. Satilla didn't want to live like she was made to. She wanted to see the world despite everything and didn't hate everyone out there. One night she stabbed the witch in the heart while she was sleeping. After that she left to travel, content one less evil was in this world... for her own sake.

 When she was 21 she decided to try to settle down somewhere. Using what little money she had gathered, she had a small cottage/hut build in a forest near a village. She practiced her magic to heal and help people and was thus dubbed the white witch of the woods, partly for her good deeds partly for her appearance. That said it didn't last long when a plague hit there... Despite her attempts to help, some people blamed her and she was forced to leave after all.
Current Events: She still wanders around, trying to find a place to settle down, but her curiosity and desire to help people, always finds negatives in every place that could prove a new home and keeps her walking. Besides creating a place to call home costs money and her displays of generosity and free healing keeps her purse light.

Relations
⚜ High Ranking * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other * ☠ Enemy
You may work out several predone relations as NPCs you control. Limit one high ranking character, minimal of one sworn enemy - all npcs are limited to base information and items within the Rp. Relations can be worked out between player character before start of Rp if you wish and added to during the Rp

* ☮ Jasmine Astara: A small caravan owner that Satilla saved from a wound after a bandit attack.
* ☠ Kasa Salas: The witch that took Satilla in after escaping captivity as a child. Extremely cruel and evil, full of hate. Attempting to corrupt Satilla since she was a child. Now dead after Satilla killed her with a dagger through the heart.
* ☠ Salazar Makania: A witch hunter that had swore to rid the world of Kasa whom Satilla killed. Now that she is gone, his oath of destruction fell on her.

Extras
Character Quote: "Help others, to help yourself."
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Aura Color: Warm orange.
Scent: Mixture of herbs and forest flowers
Anything Else: N/A

[User]
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* TZ:
	+ Moves up 1 block
* CLB:
	+ Holds position but is looking pissed - that is if a centipede can look pissed
* GRZ:
	+ Moves over to Sana and manages to slam her and take a bite out of her. Sana takes MAJOR damage, with a side helping of poison kicking her another round. She is held in a grapple currently. (Sana is down to less than 25% of her total hp
* H.F.:
	+ Summons new shit....

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Map:

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New Rotation:
Keystone
Sat
Cyn
Sana
Thomas
Nor
FA
CLB
FC
FDW
GRZ
FSC
TZ
FB
HF

[Assistant]
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Keystone

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Location: Deymin's Tower (3F)

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 Yes, Keystone had picked another target, for whatever good that did him. He announced his intent to engage with said target in such a manner that might make lesser mens' bowels unclench and empty into their pantaloons in a most undignified manner. But this thing didn't seem to care one way or another. And then it did something that earned it as painful a death as he could administer: It attacked Sana. Keystone had been worried that it was after the pushy, sarcastic archer from the start, which was why he decided to clear a path to the massive creature and engage it in the most direct manner he was able, which obviously would involve the correct and ouchworthy application of metal reinforced pugilism. It was kind of his thing. Obviously, when the thing bit into Sana and then got her into a grapple, Keystone's more protective instincts fueled directly into his rage.

 He crossed the distance between the stairs and Sana's attacker as fast as his legs would carry him, arms at the ready. The idea was to remove the beast's spine from his back and beat it back to death with it like a huge, bony bludgeon, but he wasn't quite as lucky as all that. Approaching from a rear flank, Keystone hammered punishing blows into its backbone and kidneys, hoping to quickly render the physical support keeping the thing upright into a more malleable form (prompting its collapse and/or the spine beating thing), but it was a tough bastard. Moreover, it still had a hold on Sana. Damage done. Ugly damage. But a LOT more was required. Time to change the plan.

[User]
Location: The Tower, Floor 3
Interacting With: Ancient cosmic powers of the BAD DICE ROLLS

 Satilla's impression that things had taken a turn for the better quickly scattered. Not only did things turn to the worse moments after her initial assestment, but Sana took a pretty serious hit. What's more the hooded douchebag quickly summoned more monsters! How on the blood soaked tower was he doing that so easily!? I mean he wasn't just summoning one or two of something normal. He was summoning a decent number of frankly horrendous creatures that Satilla was frankly doubting as of why they even existed to begin with! What's with these nightmare fuels that were showing up? Was this the twisted joke of a deity that was governing the world? Or was this just a cause and effect of the world going on without care for the mere mortals on it?!

 Keystone was the first to react to go help Sana, but as Satilla was about to follow after him, planning to heal the woman, she was halted when he didn't quite free her from the monster. There wasn't much place for her in that close, she'd hinder the fight and probably make things for him harder to safe Sana. Then she noticed something with the corner of her left eye and quickly halted to turn to the left. THERE WAS A CROCODILE! FIENDISH CROCODILE!!! Why!? Just why!? The fact he only summoned such things, made the witch highly question the personality of the hooded caster.

 There was little choice, she quickly pulled her staff and took a defensive stance, looking at the creature, hoping that Keystone deals with the one holding Sana soon, so she can heal her.


[System]
Nicknames/Aliases:
N/A

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Rune/Location:
Kenaz, located on Dawn's left wrist.

Rune Powers:
- Can weave temporary illusions, such as creating a door that isn't quite there, or causing a target to hallucinate that they're in an orange orchard. While she can make smaller illusions that can affect most within a certain radius, anything particularly complex requires her to hone in on a specific target.

- Heightened ability to understand and retain new information, allowing her grasp concepts at a faster rate than before.

Description:
Clocking in at roughly 4 foot 9 inches in boots, and without much muscle mass to speak of, Dawn isn't exactly the most imposing figure around. Her face is soft and open, with ash-grey eyes and light skin. Her hair is black and thick, and Dawn has grown it to her hips- although, as a result, she has developed a habit of styling it in a side plait to keep it out of the way most of the time.
Dawn usually tries to "dress to impress", donning skirts, tights, cardigans and flats to work and throughout everyday life. Winter sees her swapping to a modest sweater and slacks, and warm seasons have her lose the cardigan entirely. In more casual settings, she'll don a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, but there's one constant throughout many of her wardrobe changes- a hat. Regardless of setting, she'll often be found wearing a hat of some kind, although her apparent favorite is a black sunhat.

  Personality:
By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft spoken and polite towards strangers and friends alike. She tends to be quite protective and maternal towards friends of hers, and makes an effort to grant a level of respect to most. However, while friendly and slower to anger than some, she is not necessarily a yes-woman- oftentimes, when made annoyed by someone or a situation, her irritation will manifest itself as a dry sort of humor and a somewhat snarky commentary. This humor tends to be present regardless, however. When genuinely angered, Dawn grows calm to the point of frigidity, becoming vengeful and keeping her grudges close at hand.
While Dawn attempts to stay composed and professional for the most part, she can quickly become taken off guard if the right buttons are pressed.

 Skills:
- Has pre-existing experience with handguns, and can shoot one well enough. Carries a Bersa Thunder 380 on her person for this purpose.

- Knowledge of the law.

- After the development of her power, Dawn has taken to picking up various knacks and skills in her free time.

Weaknesses:
- Is naturally small and petite, meaning that she can be physically overpowered quite easily.

- While her illusions are naturally potent, they only last for a certain amount of time, and crafting anything particularly detailed or long-lasting will require to put more focus into the task.

- Her knowledge ability allows for her to learn at a faster rate, but that does not necessarily let her become immediately capable of a skill- for instance, Dawn might know how to weight-lift, but she physically wouldn't be able to until she trained her body to accommodate it.

Brief History:
Dawn had a normal enough upbringing. The second child of a teacher and a lawyer, the family lived far from the edges of their city, where wargs and giants staged their attacks time and time again. It was a peaceful enough existence, and for most of her early life, the matters of the of the world were a distant thought to her.
However, sometime during her second year of middle school, there came an announcement that three of the students had gone missing. It left much of the community in a state of shock- the families had lived near the very center of the city, and, while there were signs of a struggle reminiscent to that of a warg's attack, there were no bodies or parts left behind. Eventually, funerals were held, and the defense in that area was simply reinforced, but it left an impression in Dawn. She had known one of the three, and, while the two hadn't been friends, it left her unsatisfied with the answer given. Dawn grew up to pursue an education in Law Enforcement, and went on to become a private investigator.
She held this position for a few years before one day, she awoke to find a marking had appeared on her wrist, and that she found herself solving cases at a faster rate than before.
And that, occasionally, her coworkers began to try grabbing mugs and opening doors that weren't there.

The Blessed found her after a short time, and persuaded Dawn to go along. While she was more than happy to help save the world from danger, the fact that she was forced to quit her job hasn't sat well with her. Or the fact that she is no longer allowed to visit other cities.

Other: - Enjoys cheesy films and novels.
- Is anemic, and takes iron pills to make up for it.

[User]
Today marked a month, right on the dot. It was exactly a month ago that the rune- that was its name, Dawn had found- had branded itself onto her wrist. She found herself examining it in the thin glow offered by the overhead lights, tracing the patterns with idle fingers. It had been nearly three weeks since the Blessed had found her, firmly insisted that she went along with them, and brought her into their fold. Not much had happened since then, really. There had been a few tests run, a few rounds of training done, but for the most part, the whole situation felt more like a vacation than anything. The Blessed had been bending over backwards to accommodate those marked with a rune; providing them all lavish rooms to stay in, offering full use of the base's facilities, and letting them move about as they pleased during their free time.

Well. As long as their destination was within the city's limits, that was.

Even the room that Dawn found herself waiting in now was clearly made to impress. The couch she found herself seated in was made from fine leather, and paintings that looked to be worth more than her car were hung neatly up on the walls. It was an incredible kindness that the Blessed were giving them all, but, in truth, all the cushiness and the pampering made Dawn feel somewhat...uncomfortable, really. The staff had been swearing up and down that simply following the path that the Allfather intended for them would be enough payment, but...

Dawn took a long swig of her coffee. It seemed a tad unnecessary- especially seeing as how the rest of the base seemed to live rather modestly in comparison. It certainly provided quite a bit of motivation to give back for all that had been done for them.

They, the marked, would all be meeting officially today. Group training, apparently. She had seen a few others like her in passing, but it would be the first time that all nine of them would be gathered anywhere together for a prolonged period of time. It would be a lie to say that Dawn wasn't curious when it came to her new coworkers.

She took another sip.

There was nothing to do now but to wait, and to wonder.

[Assistant]
Maeve did not like it.

The way her bedroom carpet squished under her feet was weird, the fact that someone turned over her bed sheets when she left the room was unsettling, and the ever-present shadow of a supervising Blessed that followed her outside of the facility was enough to make her insane.

There was nothing that needed to be done, and there had not been for the entire three weeks she had been trapped.

She woke up. She went to the gym, then showered. She went around the corner to the liquor store with a credit card that never seemed to reach a limit. Drink, eat, sleep, repeat.

Sometimes she would cross paths with another body in the halls, but it was impossible to know who there was like her, and who was one of them. She could have asked, of course, but she never seemed to get that far in conversation.

Mostly because she didn't talk in the gym, and she tried to avoid talking while plastered. Given her current schedule, there had not been much chatter save for mild smalltalk.

But this morning there would be. They had taken her liquor the night before, and (she suspected) hidden her left gym sneaker to be sure she would not skip out on the meeting.

Maeve sauntered in, a bit more early than she tended to be to most things, and spotted a vaguely familiar face. Denise? Dalia? She had seen the smallish woman around quite a few times, and swapped words briefly a time or two.

Danny? Darcy?

She came to stand behind the couch, opting to lean rather than sit.

"It's all very 'lamb to the slaughter,' isn't it?" she asked, her tone nonchalant. "Plush it up so they don't see the knife and panic, I guess. Dawn, was it? We've uh, I think we've bumped paths a few times."

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Fortunately enough, the second to arrive, a woman with a tangle of red hair, was someone Dawn had seen before. Spoken with a few times, here and there, but mostly just seen. Out of the corner of her eye, she could spy one of the Blessed by the door giving a rather disapproving look at the woman's choice of words, but Dawn opted to focus her attention on the latter for the time being.

"That's one way to put it." Dawn smiled. She tipped the rim of her coffee against her lips, then set the cup neatly onto the table in front of her. "I'm, ah, glad that someone else sees it, though. All the attention has been a little too much for my tastes."

The understatement of a century.

"My name is Dawn, yes. You're, ah...Maeve, right?"


[System]
Age: 27

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Berserker

Body Augmentation:
Gareth is unable to conjure magic into corporeal existence or supply mana towards hexes/rituals. His talent for magic is seemingly rock bottom of the deepest ravine. However, that is not the case in the slightest; rather, Gareth is able to infuse magic into his own body, increasing his reflexes, speed, power, coordination, and pain threshold to a certain extent. Unfortunately, the method of self augmentation is extremely exhausting to both the mana supply and the vessel, thus only allotting Gareth a very aggressive, short term method of fighting.

Enchanted Blades:
During his travels, Gareth managed to procure a set of blades varying in size enchanted to increase their durability. Although the sharpness of the blades are fairly standard, they repel blood, do not rust, and fail to dull with wear and tear.

Bloodlust:
The longer Gareth is engaged in combat and the more he kills, the more enveloped in combat he becomes. His focus becomes inhuman as he is able to improvise on every movement. Unfortunately, his defense decreases drastically as his priorities shift from survival to killing, and eventually, if the battle toils on for long enough, he reaches a threshold where he is unable to tell friend and foe apart.

Picture Reference:

Physical Description:
Gareth is a 6'4" god of death coated in layers of lean muscle and scars. What he lacks in bulk he makes up for in battle-tested, streamlined sinew. He generally has a frivolous smile on his face intermingled with a faintly wild luster to his gaze.
Doesn't have the wings pictured.

Personality:
Wolfish in nature, Gareth is both equal parts playful and vicious. A battle-maniac at heart, he enjoys the hunt even more than the kill. Gareth finds no qualms in consistently engaging in lascivious activities and could be considered extremely libertine in every sense of the word. Although wholly wild and aggressive in both his pursuit of fights and women, he is extremely loyal to his family like any good mutt, whomever he considers that to be, protecting them with his life.

Extra Details:
Due to his self-augmentation, Gareth causes the innate strength limiter in his psych to disappear, often ending in heavy internal injury, making him quite the burden after heavy combat.

[User]
He woke before dawn and stood from his bed in the dark room with a grin on his lips and made his way to his nightstand where perched nearly two dozen scented candles. Grabbing them all, he placed them in a large circle in the center of his room, proceeded to light them, then sat in the center, within the amber glow of the candles. On his lap rested his for large swords, and above them, his porcelain mask.

Kaito Fen studied the mask, holding it before him, gazing into its empty sockets. His breathing changed then, deeper, fuller, allowing the air to travel into his stomach as he brought a cloth damped with scented oil and began wiping it over the mask. Once he was done with that, he proceeded to unsheathe one of his blades, brought out a whetstone and began, rhythmically, gliding the stone along the single edged blade. Over and over, until it seemed with each thrust, the blade sang, screeching its dreadful promise.

He did this for all of his four swords, and by the time he was done, his naked upper body was sheathed in sweat, a deadly calm settling on his shoulders. He rose in one smooth motion and looked out his singular window. False dawn had arrived, and the smile returned to his face.

Walking over to the wardrobe, he picked out a particular set of robes, the left half of the upper body cut away – like most of his robes. This particular set was a mottled blue and white, stitched at the right shoulder and upper arm with small square plates of leather and steel; the flanks at the waist were also stitched with pyramidal steel studded leather. Underneath the robes, he wore loose pants of the same color and a sash across his waist where his swords hung.

Putting on his mask and slipping on a pair of slippers, he walked out of his rooms and out to the back of the guild house where he saw the tournament grounds prepared. He saw Artura in her armored splendor seated on a throne and smiled internally.

Then she called his name.

He regarded Grey Skies for a long moment then turned his head and walked over to the circle, hoping it looked somewhat ominous and foreboding. He was going to make a show of this, how could he not? Everyone was watching. They were here to witness.

[Assistant]
Grey had been awake for hours, staring at the gentle moon filling the sky with her light. So many songs could be derived from her beauty alone, as she stood with such grace among the stars and clouds alike, reflecting the harsher light of the sun. In her hands, Grey held her oud, occasionally playing a few lines of harmony to accompany the sounds of the evening. Sitting atop the Guild's base, she felt at peace with the world. She could hear the songs of nature, whispering in her ears- the distant crashing waves of the ocean, the breath of sleeping animals, even the bits of wind trapped among the leaves.

The sun began to rise, and Grey felt a yawn burst forth. She slipped into a shadow, flitting between darknesses until she found herself back in her own room. Barren as an empty sea, the only decoration was a stand in the corner, onto which she placed her oud. Her grey robe hung from a rod beside her cot, alongside her dress and cloak. Considering the manner of the tourney, she chose to wear the robe.

First, though, she pulled from beneath the cot a roll of cloth bandages. Careful and delicate, she wrapped her chest and groin lightly, to bind herself to a manageable state to fight. The robe was shapeless enough that no one would see this work, but it granted her a sense of security anyways. She slipped the silk on, over her body, and lowered the hood over her face, casting a shadow across her features. The dim nature of the shadow over her face offered her a sort of invisibility; one could see her, just as one can see every piece of furniture in a room, their attention would just be diverted elsewhere. She was, when her hood was down, nearly impossible to pay attention to- until battle begins.

She was a bard, sure, a classically trained one at that. A half elf, even- she was meant to be dramatic. But it just was not in her nature, an affect of her personality gifted by her deceased mother, no doubt. It was not modesty. Merely, she had grown up not wanting to stand out, and this had affected her personality and style alike. Thus, Grey simply walked out of her room, and through the halls, until she reached the grounds for the tourney, and waited until the others arrived. She considered a nap, watching the sun with scorn in her eyes.

When Artura entered, Grey remained hidden in her dark corner, unseen, and quiet. Grey watched the guild mother with the corners of her mouth almost twitching into a smile. She loved Artura, almost as much as she loved the moon. Not wanting to delay the start of the tourney, Grey stepped out of the shadows, and waited to be noticed. Kaito entered soon after the announcement, with his flare of exuberant flamboyance. Grey admired his strength- for a man without a face, he was the most expressive she had ever known. Grey maintained her composure, face locked in a serene look of ambivalence, and walked up to the circle.

She removed her hood, and held out a hand.

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Shandria was in the usual place she could almost always be found in. Somewhere close to Artura. Perhaps sprawled out across the top of the throne-like chair, or resting her head on the armrest. Her exact position changed over the couple hours of the morning that everyone was gathering and she looked rather tired, or like she was about to fall asleep. Most knew that was the usual state for her, bored and on the verge of needing a nap no matter how rested she truly was.

Now just because she sat there next to the throne on her knees leaning against the throne, or atop it lying on her side, this didn't mean she was some kind of pet. Just because she shared characteristics with a dragon didn't mean she was an animal... and besides dragons were the furthest things from beasts one could get. Except for maybe the Angels but, who knew if they really existed. Angels were a concept of but one religion of many and they certainly hadn't come to help when the demons invaded.

Either way the reason she was always so close to Artura was because of their history together and Shandria's mentality of looking up to the human. She had lived three nearly five times as long as this human and yet she felt there was so much she could learn from her, and felt her own strengths paled in comparison to hers, especially in the wisdom department. After all, in just under fifty years the human had created a guild that protected an entire kingdom from threats the army couldn't deal with. Heroes of the people, champions of the land... in over two hundred and thirty years, what had Shandria accomplished? She was just a member of that prestigious group, and only for a couple years now.

The Dragonkin sighed to herself as Artura called out who would be fighting, signaling the beginning of the tournament. She herself wore little more than strings, but Dragonkin were very different from other mortal races. They had little need to cover themselves up as their scales were natural clothing. It was difficult to ever consider a Dragonkin nude when they had nothing to hide. Plus she didn't do armor, it wasn't her thing. Her scales were like steel as it was, and she preferred staying far from her enemy regardless.

She watched the two enter the little arena, her tail swaying about as she spoke up just barely enough for the two to hear her. "Oh my, Kaito is doing his quiet ominous act. Shh, don't tell him how silly he looks or he might break his composure. And we'd never know! Also hope Grey doesn't pass out... isn't it like way past time for her to be sleeping?" She said this genuinely, not in a mocking way knowing the girl was usually going to sleep around this time.

[Assistant]
As for Silvia, well she was there to enjoy the spectacle for what it was, and that was mostly just some friendly bouts. Rather than trying to pull out something to sit on, she was content to lay spread out on the ground, her arms resting behind her head as she watched the proceeding fights as well as to wait for her own match to start. Clad in some light leather and flowing cloth she certainly looked like an everyday villager, yet she was most certainly not one, still she could understand if someone were to make such a mistake.

The Pugilist strained her neck upwards to glance at Artura, the Guild Master, looking regal as always in her full plate. Silvia could never understand why anyone would wear such heavy armor, it slowed a fighter down so much, yet at the same time she recognized how much their fighting styles differed. Then of course Shandria was right there beside their master like always, and Silvia couldn't even start to guess how deep the relationship between those two really was, still just looking from the outside she could at least tell they were pretty close.

When Artura announced the next fighters, Silvia sat up to get a better look at the upcoming spar. Kaito was interesting and mysterious, mainly due to the mask he always wore. She also found watching him fight to be pretty fun, so to hear he was about to enter the ring was fairly exciting. Plus he was just fun to hang around, she definitely liked how he could joke around so easily. As for Gray, well honestly Silvia didn't have much to say. The half-elf has always kept to herself which didn't exactly facilitate friendship in a certain Pugilist's modest opinion, but maybe with time she could finally open up a little. Whatever the case was, Silvia was looking forward to seeing their little bout, although personally she hedged her bets on Kaito, not that she was actually gambling any coin.

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A desolate lump hidden under layers of fur and cloth blankets shuttered slightly as it felt the warmth of the morning sun on its back. Slowly, the figure of a large man emerged from the covers with a mighty yawn, matched with an equally long stretch. Feet slid across the floor as he groggily rubbed his eyes, promptly taking a tumble as his path crossed with the armor he had haphazardly thrown aside the night before. Muttering in a frustrated tone, he continued the process of dressing and preparing for the miniature tournament. Strapping his chest plate down, the man grabbed a set of 3 blades. He unsheathed the top most blade, a matte dark grey surface with a light reflective luster revealed a pair of wild green eyes staring intently at the runes engraved into the weapon.

 With a tilted grin, Gareth leaped through the guild complex and exited to the backyard with an upbeat gait. He scanned the field for a moment, before moving towards Silvia while watching the duel between Kaito and Grey. Unceremoniously, Gareth plopped down beside Silvia with an idle expression. "Good morning Silvia, have you fought already?" Gareth's slanted smile hung from his face lazily as he basked in the glow of the rising sun. Although appearing somewhat indifferent, Gareth excitedly anticipated his match as he eyed the duel before him. There were few things that could improve his day more than a few spars in the morning.


[System]
Male
Looks about 30
Appearance
6'0"
Pale white skin.
White irises. Edges around his eyes are naturally often dark. Giving him the appearance of having eyeliner.
Messy slightly below shoulder length wavy white hair. Long bangs that often get in his eyes. Two engraved cylindrical medium length silver hair beads, one on the right side of his hair and one on the back left.
Silver feather dangle earring on his left ear lobe.
Left hand's fingernails are pointed and sharp

Faux golden mink fur double breasted coat. Length goes down to his mid thigh. Brown horn buttons. Brown silk liner.
Black with white polka dots pattern wool fringed scarf worn draped around the back of his neck under his coat. Loosely tied into a knot low right below his chest.
Various loose fitting polo or aloha/bowling shirts.
Gold 22" 10mm cuban link chain necklace.
White ribbed tank top undershirt.
Gold Rolex Datejust 36mm with a white dial and jubilee bracelet.
Silver band thumb ring, silver pinkie finger signet ring with a X engraved on the front. Gold pointer finger ring with a inlaid diamond. All on his left hand
Plain black leather dress glove with a white X on the palm on his right hand.
Silver 12mm cuban link chain id tag style bracelet on his right wrist
Black dress pants.
Black leather western style belt with an silver buckle and furnishings. Usually has a black embossed leather revolver holster on the right side.
Black leather cowboy boots with snip toe caps and floral stitching. Pant legs worn over the boot shaft.
Or
Various Air Jordan 5 sneakers.
White crew socks.

Hair
A bit longer in the back

Nemo is often considered a Mana-fiend among other terms. Someone who can feed off of mana itself for energy. He has a innate control over mana and mastery with absorption focused spells. Being able to drain other Talent's mana reserves to refill his own. With more advanced spells Nemo can even harness the natural mana found in the world for himself in a pinch.
While most Talents are able to increase their maximum mana pool by training. Nemo sadly lacks this ability. But makes up for it by being able to permanently increase his pool by fully draining mana from living beings and certain objects. Fully draining a magic user can also sometimes give Nemo the ability to use some of their spells.
An added bonus of consuming mana is that it makes him immune to aging.

All of his mana must be put to some sort of worthy use, and Nemo does so by specializing in highly destructive spells and traps. Often using an "X" shape motif. He also utilizes summoning magic circle relay rings. When a magic projectile passes through them, it increases in speed and power. Relay rings can also be chained together like a railgun to devastating effect.

Nemo triggers most of his attacks from the X shaped rune on the palm of his glove.

At times Nemo also has a affinity for fine custom weaponry instead of spells. Utilizing rifles, knives, and his trademark revolvers with specialized ammo to conserve his mana.

Nemo is fond of the dark and the cold. He sees and reacts better in darker places with his white nocturnal-like eyes. However as a drawback he often becomes irritated and uncomfortable in bright or hot areas.

While his actual age is a mystery, it is said that at a young age Nemo was shunned by all of the leading magic organizations for his unpredictable abilities and attributes. Being an orphan, Nemo was left to fend for himself in the world. His abilities were the only thing he had at a young age, realizing that most people were afraid of his style of spells. Nemo found that resorting to force to get what he needed was usually the only option that worked.

As his control over his abilities grew he began to get more involved with the magic underground. Nemo began to take advantage of his anti-mana magic to make a name for himself as a effective assassin against other fellow magic users. He did this as a means to both further his own power and take revenge against the magic community for it's treatment of him.

As Nemo's notoriety grew, the magic factions that once rejected him began to take notice. However not in the way he once wanted. Nemo began to become a problem for them, something that reached a climax when he executed a pair of Catholic Magi while on a armored transport mission.

The Church had let him grow unchecked for too long. To solve the problem they set an ambush up for Nemo with a group of Grand-Magi and a entourage of his students. A fight occurred between the two, ending with Nemo's capture. But not before the group of mages suffered great causalities, including their leader.

After the encounter Nemo was locked up deep in a pitch black cell within a dungeon located under the Vatican. There he lies in wait, feeding off of the small amount of mana rationed to him and wondering how long it will take before he is set free.

Despite it all Nemo often comes off as a rather chipper carefree individual, something that is often seems sinister while fighting instead. Nemo is often unstable, his polite and charismatic outer attitude sheds to his more psychotic inner shell while angered.
Nemo has a fascination with all things visual. Taking great pride with his work and considering the battles he partakes in as art. Aiming to make them as aesthetically impressive as he can.
He's also a collector, coming off as borderline greedy in some cases. He'll try to obtain anything he finds visually appealing. Nemo becomes highly irritated when his possessions are sullied. Thankfully he can often repair them.
Going hand in hand with his knack for collecting, he also takes great joy in eating. Being able to consume a very large amount of food and eat just about anything.

5.5 inch single action revolver.
3.5 inch birds head handle single action revolver.
Bolt action hunting rifles.
Balisong knives

[User] Zuri followed the group through the jungle, treading carefully with each step as they walked past the remains of what looks like stone buildings. The sound of water grew louder as they got closer. With a little bit of magic, Nemo cut down the tree to create a path to safely get across. After all that has happened today, the fear of falling off this log was the least of her worries as she steps on and tries to keep her balance. The crackling noises in the bark wasn't reassuring though.

[Assistant]
With the temperature of the island, Raiya was glad that she had made modifications to her outfit. While her core temperature was normally cold and she required a warmer environment to operate normally, she still could get uncomfortable in hot environments, especially with that large leather coat. Raiya could tell she would be pretty uncomfortable in this humid island jungle.

 Raiya walked closely behind and listened as Nemo and Travis spoke about the Academia and Travis's role as a scholar. Raiya had to admit that while Travis certainly was weaker than the two, she could not deny he could hold his own, and that there were more than a few situations they could not have got around without Travis's help. And, Raiya figured, if things were to continue to keep going as they have, they would certainly need Travis in the future as well.

 Raiya watched as the tree fell to cover the ravine; as Nemo asked Travis if he'd like to borrow any of his guns, Raiya began to cross the ravine ahead of Travis and Nemo.

[User]
"I appreciate the compliment," replied Travis before following up after Nemo's reasoning, "I'll try not to boast, though Untalents do have to compensate for something at least since many of the performance tests aren't segregated. Therefore, it is expected we compete with other students, including Talents."

As they moved deeper down the island, Travis figured why stop given how everyone weren't bringing up any other topics aside the one initiated by Nemo, "yes, there is a social food chain though I suppose it can't helped as the Untalent population is pretty small in comparison so some tension is expected to arise."

"However, I feel the impression of the Societas Academia being an elitist school that brings down the incapable and unfit is really undeserving. I won't deny the few cases that pop up but it's certainly not that bad. Many of my close colleges back there are Talents too," concluded Travis.

After presenting his part of the topic, Travis and everyone else soon arrived into a wide-open space within the what was likely the center of the island. Between them and a notably a taller land mass was a series of deep canals and trenches, as flowing with rushing water supplied by the waterfalls that spilled from the center island. It was even more likely that was there main objective.

However, a problem that briefly presented itself was the obvious case of traversing the active lanes of water that stood before them. Unless one would be able to fly or walk on water, there weren't too many options to be had when dealing with the aggressive currents without being swept away. Even Travis' cryo-rune wasn't as effective when dealing with such an active stream and the best he could hope for were merely the creation of a few isolated Icey surfaces behaving as stepping stones.

Nemo on the other hand provided the seemingly more efficient action of knocking down one of the local trees and repurposing it as a makeshift bridge. While not as colorful nor subtle as Travis's would have put it. After a word of caution, everyone began making their way over the trunk of the fallen tree without too much difficulty. It was then that Nemo summoned another subject, one that initially stumped even Travis initially.

"...I thought it would be obvious that I don't carry any weapons," Travis bluntly replied, almost sounding unamused even.

After he cleared the tree and stepped on to the other side, he then faced Nemo and continued, "nevertheless, I lost that intricate rifle back there and considering whom we may eventually run in to... I guess I won't say no to having one just in case."

[Assistant]
After reaching the other side of the ravine, Nemo dug a weapon out from his manainventory. He extended both arms out to softly catch a ornate double barreled side-by-side style shotgun once it spawned. Except for two gold triggers and damascus barrels, the metal parts of the gun all seemed to be made out of heavily engraved silver. The stock and fore-end both were made out of some sort of white ivory to match the gaudiness of the floral engravings. The stock had a embossed tan leather shell holder strapped to it with six extra shells. Four of them were forest green, and the last two were dark burgundy. Finally, the firearm had a matching leather sling attached to the stock and fore-end.

"This should do the trick, just promise you wont lose it." Nemo commented. "Despite what some believe, a long barreled shotgun like this has more than enough range and accuracy. It's simple to use as well, each trigger fires one of the barrels, pull both if you need double the power. Counting the two already loaded, you've got eight shots total. The green shells are buckshot mixed with small manacrystal pellets, the special powder inside will charge them when fired, giving the pellets the ability to shatter a magic shield. The two red ones are for special occasions. They're aethermetal slugs tipped with anti-magic runes. Instead of just shattering a shield, these puppies will pierce right through it like butter." He explained before presenting Travis with his creation, clearly it was something that Nemo had himself designed and crafted, including the ammunition.

After handing the shotgun over, Nemo continued on into the jungle, which seemed to slowly begin to clear out more and more after they crossed the ravine. As the thick jungle lessened, the remnants of stone buildings began to increase, until some of them could actually be entered unlike the rubble from before. Soon an opening in the foliage revealed strange sight, a giant stone palace was erected in the middle of the island. Unlike the remnants, this building didn't seem to be very old. Despite the extremely dated design, the building practically looked new, as if it hadn't aged at all. The only other notable thing in the area was a shrine in the shape of a giant hand placed in front of the pristine temple.

"Well I think we made it, I just hope we were the first." Nemo commented as he walked up to the stone shrine to inspect it further. The entire thing seemed to be encrusted with crystals. Upon closer inspection Nemo realized they were uncharged manacrystals. Nemo placed his hand one of the oversized fingers of the statue and began to pour his energy into it. The multicolored crystals on the statue slowly started to light up in a spiral as they filled up with energy, and in turn the doors to the temple started to part slightly.

"Raiya, mind giving me a hand with this." Nemo requested. "Zuri and Travis, as soon as the doors are open you two should head inside and see if there is any way keep it open for us from within."

---

After hearing Nemo's request, Raiya surveyed the area a bit more before walking up to the statue. "Yeah yeah, I got it." She commented before putting her hand on another one of the fingers and pouring some of her mana inside.

With that all the gems on the idol had fully lit up, soon after the twin doors parted fully allowing access to the inside for Travis and Zuri.


[System]
CS Application:
Age: 16
Room: 8
Position wanted: Student

Level: Level 1
Course: TDS
Rank of the Basic 4 (Fire, Water, Earth, Air/Wind):
1) Fire
2) Earth
3) Water
4) Air/Wind

Likes: Cats, Dogs, Furry things, Books.
Dislikes: Things with more or less than 2 legs.

Personality: Quiet, Overprotective, Quite loud and open once you get to know him
History: Nathan came from what one would call a 'rich' family, Although he felt like he never fit in, he would always wonder what fun it could be living in a normal suburb would be like, instead of the pompous lands of fake grass they called estates. He would always sneak away for the night, and be back 'sleeping' in the morning. He loved his parents, But believed that they were rather overprotective and spoiled him too much..

Independent Courses taken: Archaic Language, Auras, Basketry, Calligraphy 1, Musical Instrument 1
Pet desired: Miniature Desert Fox
Other: Follow the Rainbow road and die

[User] Elizabeth, from the little that she had personally observed, could see that the first-years were as excited as she had been. One boy in paticular seemed excited for his situation. However, she doubted that they were as ambitious as herself. They were passionately opening their PLTs, just as Elizabeth's class had last semester.

[Assistant] Ayaka quietly waited until the Level One's orientation was over while petting Rikami. She had just recently finished giving him a couple of treats for behaving himself. Usually, Ayaka had him on his leash while outside her room, but he proved that he was behaved enough to stay around her without it now. At least, that's what she had hoped. She didn't want to forever keep him on a leash after all.

[User] Nathan would quietly open the first box, placing on the robe and the toolbelt, over his normal clothes, feeling a strange aura rush over him, he would breathe lgihtly, his mood quickly rising as he seems to get excited. He calms himself down and continues listening.

[Assistant]
"I believe that all of us need a short break before we go. There is snacks ready for us in the Dining Room. You have fifteen minutes then we will meet at the Floating Spiral Staircase. Be sure to have all of your Equipment with you, including your PLTs. You may see how your room looks and Level 2s will allow you to see their room layout." Lady Violetta spoke.

Mystique knew that Ember would go back to his perch for his morning nap and Fiona would be playing some game by herself. She only wished that she could get a playmate for her because she was limited to her Aquarium -o- Roama. Perhaps she should ask Lady Violetta if she could get a second one.

"Hey, Ayaka. You know how lonely Fiona gets sometimes? Do you think that Lady Violetta would allow me to get a playmate for her? She can't get stay out of the Aquarium -o- Roama so she really needs a mate, you know?" she whispered to her best friend.

[User]
Ruby was the last of the newcomers to interact with the newly obtained items. Taking the first box, he pulled out the robe gently, examining it. "Wow," he said quietly to himself, still in shock that he was going through with this. Still, the anxiety didn't pin him down as he slipped on the robe, seeing it fit nicely. It looked really damn cool too, if he had to be frank.

Next was the equipment belt, which was also a nice fit. It didn't exactly match the robes, but that didn't kill the coolness factor. After trying on his new items, he sat back down and began playing with the PLT, eventually managing to type in his personal information after figuring out how to navigate the enigma.

[Assistant] "Maybe. I was thinking about trying to ask for a second pet myself. Rikami doesn't have anyone to play with when Skye decides it's nap time.... I hope Lady Violetta will let us." Speaking of Skye, Ayaka figured she might be awake now. "Rikami, you should go see if she's awake." The frost wolf ran off to go straight back to Ayaka's room. "Wonder if I should try taking him to the village without his leash. He's been behaving so far."

[User] "Let's ask Lady Violetta. I know that she will at least listen to us. About Rikami, I would take the leash just in case. o you think that maybe there might be an orphan Ancient One that is a water type. " Mystique spoke eagerly.

[Assistant] Aurora seemed to have located the information on the available pets while on her PLT, glancing occasionally over to see what the other first-year students were doing on their PLT's as she did so. She looked at the avian section. Nope, too loud. She then looked at the canine section, and that didn't seem to catch her eye either, nor was she a big fan of felines. Aurora contemplated getting one of the lesser dragons, but the rodentilia section piqued her interest. "...Nunbola huh? Maybe one of these then..."

[User] Nathan would move to the Spiral Staircase area, waiting quietly, not exactly hungry, He would stand around, before finally sitting on a step, sighing and resting his elbows on his knees and hands against his chin

[Assistant]
Elizabeth would go and have a snack at the dining room, as her breakfast this morning had been small. She rose up from her seat.

"I will be taking my leave of here for now," Elizabeth said to Aurora. "Should you desire to see me, I will be in the aforementioned dining hall."

[User] Snacks? Nice! I'll get something really quick and then wait at the Floating Spiral Staircase. What should I get? Maybe like a slice of pizza quickly, but nothing grand., Damian thought and he went and just did that: grab all of his equipment, get a slice of pizza and go to the Floating Spiral Staircase.

[Assistant] "I hope there's something that could play with Fiona." Ayaka said as she walked over to the headmistress with Mystique. "Lady Violetta, we have a question. Are we allowed to pick out a second pet? Rikami needs a playmate while Skye is napping." She decided upon letting Mystique ask about if there's another pet that lives in an aquarium.

[User]
Ruby had wasted too much time looking at the available pets after filling out his personal information. It was addicting to see all the strange creatures, but eventually, he managed to rip himself away. Feeling more at ease and even mellow, he felt his stomach rumble, indicating the need for food. Looking around, he could see Ayaka and Mystique talking to the Headmistress.

Better not bother them.

Gathering his equipment, he headed for the dining room in hopes of finding some fresh fruit and maybe conversation along the way.

[Assistant] Aurora gave Elizabeth a small nod of her head before gathering back up her things and walking in the direction of the dining room. She curiously wondered what kind of snack would be available there. Hopefully they would have some kind of coffee considering she had not had the chance to take a nap today, but she didn't think that would probably be something that the other students would be fond of.

[User] (Accidental repost)

[Assistant] "Lollipops! They better have some!" Nova thought to herself while marching towards the candy store. She could hardly contain her excitement. She stopped at the door and simply stood. Looking up at the candy store, she smiled. "Lollipops!" Nova finally couldn't contain herself any longer; she bolted for the front door. In her impatience to enter the store, she rushed straight through the door into the painting, landing on the ground. However, moments after falling, she tripped and bashed straight into someone. "Ow! Curse my own confounded clumsiness." She said, cursing her habit of being incredibly clumsy all of the time. Something she wished to work on while she was there. She quickly got up off of the student and bowed. "M-my sincerest apologies!" She said, bowing not seeing the person(s).

[User] Nathan would watch people running about, eating food and laughing together, he would sit quietly on the floating staircase step and stay reserved. His hands would fiddle with eachothers fingers.

[Assistant]
"There are a few pets that do need a home......." Lady Violetta thought for a moment.

"I was hoping to get a friend for Fiona because she is not able to be out of the water much yet." Mystique spoke hopefully.
"Very well then. I will allow the two of you to have an extra pet. Just don't disappoint me and let your grades drop." she warned the girls.

"We won't! And thank you very much Lady Violetta." Mystique smiled happily.

[User] "I won't let my grades drop. Thank you Lady Violetta." Ayaka was happy to hear that she can pick out a new pet. It was more for Rikami's benefit, but she knew Skye would enjoy a new friend as well. Now she just had to decide what new pet to get and of course what she would name him or her. She decided to wait until she knew what she was getting before trying to come up with names.

[Assistant]
"For this extra pet, you will be required to do an extra duty. When we go to The Village, you are to make sure that everyone is upstairs by the time the floor closes. You know what happened when someone is caught down there since the two of you were a bit tardy at leaving." Lady Violetta spoke firmly.

"Yes, I remember. Don't you Ayaka? Can we visit....." Mystique asked.

"Yes for a half hour or so. Let me think of how long and I'll let you know later." Lady Violetta spoke with a smile.

"But for now, I need to do the Village Lecture. I am skipping the bedroom floor since there is something that has come up and I need to take care of it right away. Thomas will be helping me. The two of you will be the ones who will keep a check on the others. Ask Elizabeth for help if you want to.
All Students to the Floating Spiral Staircase." Lady Violetta announced as she walked to the staircase.

"Before we go down to the Village, I will tell you the Rules of the Academy. Here are the ones that I have set up at this time.
1) Respect each other and yourself.
2) No dissing, put downs or negative thoughts or speech.
3) No fighting is allowed at all. You may be grounded and have your privileges revoked.
4) Try to include as many students as you can into your daily activities.
5) All students are required to be in class on and prepared to learn. That includes having your wand and PLTs as well as being able to demonstrate your homework or class work.
6) Pets are not always allowed in all classes. If they are not allowed, they are to be in your room.
7) Obey the curfew. No ifs, ands or buts about this. You may be grounded and have your privileges revoked.
8) Remember the golden rule:
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
9) Keep your rooms neat and tidy.
10) Keep yourself neat and tidy. Both of these rules pertain to professionalism.
11) Do your own work and do not try to cheat. The end of the semester you will go through a testing chamber by yourself.
12) If you act like a child, you will be put on a demerit/merit system until you can prove yourself to be professional magic user. You may be grounded and have your privileges revoked.
13) Ask questions and learn from other student's mistakes. There are more than enough to go around!
14) Ask questions of the Upper Classmates. They will know what is going on most of the time because they have lived here for a while.
15) I will make more rules as I see the need.

"Now it is time to talk about The Village. The Village is a Self Check out. You will take a cart from the Cart Corral and place your laptop on the shelf provided. Then by WiFi, your laptop will connect to the scanner. As you choose items, you scan them and place them in your cart. If you decide not to get something, then push the return button and the scanner will take it off the total. Just remember that today is FREE DAY. It happens once a level. So take advantage of all that you care to take. But you must take care of what you want to have. On your laptop is a shopping list. It has what is required for each course. It has other items that you might like to have.

I would for everyone to think of what you would like to do in six years. There are some things that that you must start now so that you can be able to leave in six years. I suggest that you take all Independent Classes because there is an Exit Exam at the end of your time here. In fact, between each Level will be an Exit Exam. Level Two did not get to go through it yet but they will this Level for it is nearly done. More details when I have them.

Now everyone will follow Ayaka and Mystique to the Village and so as they do. Mystique will assist with the Cart Corral while Ayaka will do Safety Duty. Have fun shopping on Free Day. Be sure to check in your PLTs  for what is available in each store.. When the Village Clock chimes, you have fifteen minutes left. At five minutes left, there will be a warning chimes and you had better leave before it stops chiming because the Creepers will be allowed out soon afterwards." Lady Violetta finished up her lecture.

  Mystique headed down stairs and stood at the Cart Corral. Once everyone was down there she explained what to do.
"All cart have a place where you put your PLTs. It will connect to the scanner automatically. Your cart is the same as your room number. We will be having supper here tonight at The Café.
In your PLTs will be a list of what is in each store. Some items are required items and the rest would be optional. Do get more than what you think that you will need particularly in the snacks for your pet and or dragon. It is expensive the rest of the time. Be sure to get all of the Freebies because this is the only time to get food lockers and the new items. Which there is a new Virtual Series! Be sure to get them.
Your cart can hold everything because it is a Virtual Cart. When you are done shopping and ready to go upstairs, put your cart in its spot and it will magically appear in your room. The place where it is put is in the small elevator. You can then put away your items and put the cart back into the elevator."

[User] Nathan wouldn't follow what they said, it annoyingly explained in a way he doesn't understand, he would just simply copy the other students, shaky, scared that if he will be caught out unknowing what he is doing.


[System]
Age: 33

Occupation: Direct Intervention Department of Alliance Law Enforcenment [DID]

Role during the Reaper War: Anderson Resistance Battle Group, Reconnaissance Group

[User]
Mass Effect: What Came After
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Blake finally had a break in her case. Spending upwards to three months following a particular set of presumed gang activity, she was convinced this was bigger than the Reds or the Back Alley Gentlemen.

The news of the Reapers, and the legendary feats of Commander Shepard's deeds, had spread throughout Earth. Alliance activity had been picking up while space docks worked day and night to output more ships to the fleets patrolling the Sol system. An increase of protests of Alliance military brutality was on the rise as well. It was silly really. Blake was a part of the task force that vetted the Citizens United group. Their mission was to challenge the recently instated Alliance policies that infringed on some human rights. Humanity, the universe, was at war. Why the protestors couldn't see the necessity of the limitations on rights astounded her. Luckily, the protest didn't escalate to violence. Things like that were ill tolerated.

Showing her badge to a guard at the Alliance London Military Headquarters, Blake strolled right on in. Her uniform matched that of the Alliance military personnel. The only distinction was instead of the Alliance military sign, a silver shield with three stars underneath it took its place. The mark of the law enforcement branch.

Walking up to the reception desk, Blake stood patiently until the receptionist looked up. "Appointment?"

"Agent Bellastrum here to see Commander Shepard."

The receptionist typed away at her screen. "The Commander isn't seeing anyone. Honestly, if you--" The woman grew silent as she looked at her screen again. She grunted. "DID. I'm surprised a blue's allowed in here. I suppose we're all fighting on the same side. Take the elevator to the sixth floor. Here's the Commander's room number."

Blake wanted to smack the woman but thought better of it. It took significant pull to arrange the meeting with the Commander. Cerberus was the prime suspect in her investigation so far. She needed an expert to piece together and validate their MO. Ensure she had enough to go on to start coming up with a direct intervention protocol. The organization was as tangible as mist. There was barely anything on them. Her only concrete source was the woman she was about to meet.

Giving the receptionist a forced reply, Blake went and entered the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor. Once she was on the sixth floor, she prowled about until she came upon the Commander's door. Pushing down the unfamiliar sensation of nervousness that filled her, she pressed the call button to the side of the door controls.

"Commander Shepard," she said into the intercom above the call button, "Agent Bellastrum. I'm your 1500 appointment. Whenever you're ready."

[Assistant]
The Collectors had been destroyed, and Shepard had been on her way to turn the Normandy and her crew over to the Alliance when Admiral Hackett sent her a message, requesting her help in the Batak system. She of course agreed, as she was technically still outside of Alliance channels and they needed to keep this assignment that way. Oh how she wished now that she had insisted it been an officially sanctioned mission by Alliance brass. Even if it had been she doubted it would have improved her current circumstances by much.

She had been immediately placed under house arrest when she returned to Earth. She was waiting to stand trial for working with Cerberus and for causing the destruction of the Bahak system and its 300,000 batarian colonists. She was stripped of her rank and title, for the time being anyway. Granted, almost everyone still called her Commander. She was confined to her quarters for the most part, permitted to leave for meals and if she was summoned by Alliance brass for some meeting. Not that she wanted to leave her quarters much anyway. She'd fallen into a bit of depression when they took the Normandy away from her.

The crew of the Normandy had not kept in touch with the Commander. She knew it was because her communications were being tracked and no one wanted to be on Alliance brass radar anymore than they already were. No, for the time being it was best to distance oneself from the Commander.

Shepard had the option to customize the quarters she'd been given but felt no need, it wasn't like she was going to live her forever, no matter how much it felt like that. The apartment was sparsely decorated with functional furniture. A coffee table and some chairs, a small dining table and the bedroom had a single twin bed and a small desk with an extranet terminal. Shepard knew every stroke she made on the GUI interface would be relayed back to high command and so spent little time on it. In all honesty, she was beginning to feel like a caged animal.

The Alliance had started to take her warnings about the Reapers a little more seriously but not as seriously as Shepard would have liked. They needed to be making alliances with the other races, not investigating the role the Normandy had in destroying the collector base or the Bahak system (which had been necessary to stop the imminent Reaper threat). She rarely got visitors and had almost forgotten that Agent Bellastrum would be stopping by to see her from DID.

Shepard was wearing the new Alliance "fatigue" uniform, muted tones of navy blue with shoulder pads that extended just beyond the edge of the shoulder with gold trim. She wore the sleeves rolled up revealing the white underside but it was still in regulation. Her boots were polished to a mirror like sheen, she hadn't had time to pay that much attention to her boot polishing when serving on the Normandy, there had been other priorities. Here she wasn't constantly getting mud and blood all over her boots so they stayed shined longer, leaving her with less things to do during the day. Her auburn hair was slightly too long to be worn down according to Alliance regulation but she didn't care, it was too short to pull back into an effective bun. All that mattered to Shepard was that her hair was out of her bright green eyes, it was a habit of always needing to be able to see what was going on without wiping hair out of her face to do so.

When the intercom rang to let her know that agent Bellastrum had arrived she didn't respond, simply buzzed the agent in and waited. She offered the agent a salute when she entered though she technically wasn't required to with her current status in the Alliance up in the air. "Agent Bellastrum," Shepard stuck her hand. "Commander Shepard. How can I help you?" She wasn't entirely sure what DID wanted her assistance with but she had nothing better to do than talk to them so why not?

Shepard motioned her over to the couch so they could sit, no need to stand and talk when there was a perfectly good and hard couch to sit on.

[User]
Blake didn't have to wait long before the door to the Shepard's room opened. Unable to stop her habit of casing a room, Blake's initial thought was spartan. Not too surprised at the minimalism Shepard showed, perhaps it was a bit too minimalistic. There was the typical looking table with a small twin. Other amenities had been laid out economically, but the room lacked a personal touch. Perhaps the blandness was purposeful. Military life hardly seemed like the area for luxury and indulgence.

Surprised at the salute, the law enforcement branch didn't adhere to that practice, Blake offered one back before moving towards the first human spectre. The hero that was obviously getting shafted. She shook Shepard's hand. "It's an honor, Commander Shepard." Taking a seat at the couch Shepard gestured to, Blake situated herself to get comfy on the stone hard furniture. "I don't know how much you've been informed about me, but I work within the Direct Intervention Department. Not something I readily advertise. This is an exception.

"Unlike the military, we deal with more domestic issues that require a militaristic solution." Taking out a data pad from one of her pockets, Blake's warm violet eyes scanned the screen before she handed it over to the Commander. "I've been working on a case. Real ugly one involving deaths of prominent people. To save you a lengthy recap, I have reason to suspect that the gang involved is a front. Covering something up, if you will. Violent gangs and terror cells can certainly be organized, but the pattern of the activities I've been tracking is a step up."

Her eyes studied the Commander. While she came here looking for insight, what information she revealed had to be limited. There wasn't any opportunity in checking the room for bugs. She didn't know who was potentially listening into their conversation. But she had to at least give enough for Shepard to go on. "If you look at the second file on the data pad, I've posted up some images of what I've found during raids and deep covers. The smuggling is typical. Picture five to ten depicts technology and advanced weapons procurement. But picture thirteen." Blake switched to the image and pointed at a spot. A hint of orange-black symbol peeked behind a cargo crate "What does that look like to you? Gangs with that much ordinance? Hardware? In my experience, connections to high places is the only way."

Sitting back, Blake decided that was enough talking on her end. It was time to hear what the Commander thought about all of this. "I have a very strong suspicion, Commander. And if it's something you share, just from looking at that logo in image thirteen, then we have a lot to talk about."

[Assistant]
Shepard listened with rapt attention as Agent Bellastrum briefed her on the situation, well briefed her as much as she was willing at this point in time. Shepard was certain the DID agent was not sharing everything and given the situation the Commander was in, that couldn't be helped. She took the data pad when offered and flipped through the images, enlarging certain things she spotted on the images for a better look. She made small "hmm" sounds as she looked over the files on the data pad. She finally scrolled to image thirteen and as she suspected, just as Agent Bellastrum obviously suspected, was the unmistakable Cerberus logo, if only partially visible.

Shepard's green eyes focused on Bellastrum's for a moment, fixing her with an intent gaze, trying to discern something from the woman. Perhaps if she should trust the DID, they were another branch of the Alliance afterall, and sharing information about Cerberus could land her in more hot water.

"I believe we go have a lot to discuss," Shepard admitted before glancing around the room. She picked up the pristine ash tray on the coffee table and flipped it over for Bellastrum. An obvious listening device was stuck to the underside as though Shepard would not have though to check for bugs in her room, it wasn't even a good attempt at hiding it really. "Perhaps here is not the best place. I'm sure Admiral Anderson would be amenable to allowing me to have some free time outside of my quarters."

[User]
The agent allowed the veteran to view the documents a little more. Though only a partial, Blake was confident in her finding. There were only so many logos out there that resembled the human extremist group. In fact, there weren't many. Information on Cerberus was nil to none. She had to dig into the darkest of places to get what info she'd acquired so far. It wouldn't surprise her if the organization kept their identity as dark as possible. Yet why make such bold, unsubtle acts now? Blake didn't like this one bit.

Following the Commander until she lifted an ashtray, Shepard didn't need to show her for Blake to realize that Shepard's office was a luxurious prison. It was funny. Bugging places was something she did on all suspected targets given to her. Never in her life would she ever expect the Commander to fall victim to such means.

Blake nodded. "In most circumstances, I would assume this would take time," she said. Blake frowned. "Unfortunately, time is something I can ill afford at the moment. If this request can be granted now, that would be for the best."

[Assistant]
Shepard nodded as she mad a video call to the Admiral. She quickly explained what she wanted and Anderson approved it without any fuss, it was why Shepard liked him so much, the lack of bullshit he made people go through to get things done. A few moment's later and Shepard's omni-tool blipped, alerting her to a message from Admiral Anderson, the authorization to leave her quarters in the DID Agent's custody.

"Come on, I know just the place," Shepard inclined her head towards the door. Shepard was saluted by every member of the Alliance military that they passed, it was clear her reputation among the troops remained untarnished, even if that wasn't the case with Alliance brass.

Eventually they found their way to a little hole in the wall bar that seemed to primarily cater to Alliance soldiers. Loud music, dancers and dim lighting made it easy for them to fit in. Shepard and Anderson came here to talk in private so she knew it was a safe place to bring the DID agent. They took a booth in the back away from other patrons where they wouldn't be disturbed and they'd easily be able to tell if someone was trying to listen in on them.

"What questions do you have for me about Cerberus? I want to make one thing very clear, I worked with them not for them."

[User]
Blake tried to give the commander as much privacy as she needed. Listening in one conversation between such high ranking officers, military or not, was something she thankfully didn't have to do in her job. She targeted the gangs. The people who were actively harming others while dealing on the streets. All the means to gather evidence against such people was nothing but a pleasure for her. No matter how hard she tried, she heard the conversation between the two military personnel.

When Shepard finished her conversation, Blake followed after her immediately. Military personnel saluted the commander as they walked towards wherever Shepard was bringing them. If she were in uniform, she'd do the same. Shepard and her story was an inspiration. Something she looked up to. No matter the odds. Shepard was the perfect teacher for the motto they perhaps had in common.

They eventually stumbled upon a bar hidden away from the world. Alliance personnel mingled about the place. Loud music, probably cheap booze, and other stuff drew the crowd she supposed. Blake wasn't surprised to see that all personnel wore military uniforms. She doubted law enforcement knew about this place.

Following Shepard to a booth in the back, she took the seat opposing her. There was something very discomforting with her back facing others. She liked to have the dominant position. When Shepard started to talk, Blake nodded at the last part of her sentence. "Off the record? Everyone in the DID get the 'enemy of my enemy is a friend'," she said. "You won't find many from DID chasing you for that. So Cerberus. I suspected, but I needed validation from someone. When you worked with them, what was their MO? They're subtle. From what I was able to dig up. DID's file on them is one folder. That's nothing. So, why don't you fill me in on their MO? Organization structure. Etc."