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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Minus the cig.
Personality: Running the middle ground between 'aggressive' and 'passive', Daisuke has never been the kind of person to jump into fights headfirst. Given the chance, he'd prefer to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea and relax instead of trying to bash heads in. Even if the latter situation does occur, he's the type of person who would much prefer to let the enemy wear themselves out than actually exerting any force. When irritated, Daisuke tends towards passive-aggressive behavior and a habit of plain ol' stubbornness. That aside, though, he is often willing to put himself in harm's way to go assure safety for those he trusts, regardless of the dangers it may pose.
Biography: Daisuke was never one for overachieving, as his friends had always been- while they would be out getting themselves the top marks on their exams and out making names for themselves, he always found himself a step behind. For most of his life, that was perfectly fine with him; though he might have been the smartest or strongest of their group of friends, Daisuke almost always found a way to catch up- both figuratively and literally.

As a result, Daisuke found himself on the track team for his school. often times finding himself caught up in that very same cycle everyone else he knew seemed to have gotten into. It was tiring and often frustrating, yes, but there he found a bit of a reprieve. Rather than have to catch up to everyone else, the only things he had to worry about here were the wind at his back and making it across that finish line before anyone else. After all, the only person he really had to beat was himself- nobody else really mattered.
Strengths: * Is quite agile.
* Learns quickly.
* Efficient when dealing with menial tasks.

Weaknesses: * Can't take a hit.
* Occasionally forgetful.
* Headstrong when faced with difficult decisions.

Demons:
 Main Squad:
 Kobold
Weapon: A metal pole.
Other: N/A

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Tai decided that the best thing to do at the moment would probably be to find his father. The rest of his family would probably be fine at home, but his father was all the way over at Akiba might have been in danger. Especially if there were more demons around. Sure, the one he encountered was small, but they could gang up on people, especially some middle-aged business man. Plus, Tai had a 'weapon' to defend himself with, even if it was highly improvised. Thank god he had band practice today.

As Tai made his way to Akiba, he was astounded by how many people he saw dead. Sure, he saw a few dead bodies in Marunouchi, enough to make him queasy and fear another earthquake, but as he got closer to the famous electronics district, more debris and dead littered the streets. Tai briefly wondered if he was in any danger. Some signs still hadn't fallen, and he'd seen first hand that something odd was going on. He then worried for his father. Certainly none of these corpses were him...? Tai shook the thought out of his mind. Never. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued deeper into Akiba. He eventually found someone alive, and asked them about his father. They hadn't seen him. With a sigh, Tai continued deeper into Akiba, now getting completely lost in the district. He should have brought a map, he was always getting lost in this place. So many buildings and flashing signs. At least now the signs were closer to eye level, and not flashing.

Finally, Tai found another person to talk to. Some girl on her phone. Maybe she was contacting emergency services? That was certainly a possibility, though his better guess was that she was on concerto or whatever the app was called. He probably wasn't the only one to get it, there were other people alive so he assumed they had the app too. "Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?" He asked, gesturing a height slightly taller than his own. Hopefully this girl had seen him, otherwise he'd probably just end up wandering the streets of Akiba for the next two hours until he decided to go home.

[Assistant]
~Keiko Yamada~

"Huh...Compemendium. Keeps a list of all the demons you've owned, then? Well, that'd be useful..." She muttered to herself, still checking out the app. This...Cortensia thing, was going to be quite useful if she could get her hands on some other demons, or this...'Macca' stuff. Apparently, she had to fight demons do get her mitts on whatever that was. Demon money? Possibly, but she couldn't be sure until she had some. Well, that just meant she should probably go see if she could find some more demons and possibly hunt them...or, rather, if she could also 'contract' them. She wasn't sure how that worked, but having more than that pest around would be beneficial, surely.

"Uh, hey, I'm Taidana Wakahisa. I'm looking for my father, you see him? He's got black hair, about this tall, wearing a really nice business suit?"

The voice had surprised her a bit. She hadn't heard the other boy approach. Keiko looked up from her phone, giving the other kid a brief once over, quickly deciding to put on the charm here. Perhaps, he had some information that would prove to be useful. Plus, if she could...'befriend' him, her chances of getting some Macca would go up too. With a smile, she put the phone in her pocket and playfully leaped down from where she had been sitting.

"...that is like, half the population of Japan." She giggled, giving him a friendly smile. Despite the bit of childishness she spoke with, her tone still carried a bit of formality to it. Really, he was looking for his father in a time like this? How droll. He should be doing something a bit more productive, honestly. Like trying to find out how to tame those so called demons through contracts - whatever those were. She was going to be doing that herself. "But, apologies. I have not seen your father." For a moment, she was silent as she looked around, seeming slightly worried. It was an act, of course though - an attempt to look a bit on the 'weak' and 'helpless' side.

"Uhm..." She hesitantly started. "I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it?" She fidgeted uncomfortably on the spot she stood in. "I mean...with those things around, right?"

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Daisuke tensed up as the man shoved his phone in his face, shaking his head no as he moved to go take a seat near an area relatively clear of debris.

"I'm just as lost as your are on this. Sorry I'm not of any help." he sighed, pulling out his phone and looking at the Cortensia app. Just as the man had (kind of rudely) shown him, he could access something akin to a list of demons, and through Kobold seemed to be the only thing on there right now the fact remained that what had just happened wasn't just an illusion... To say nothing of the fight he had found himself in and how damaged he was, of course. The fact that the man had seen the skirmish only further drove the point home- this wasn't the same Tokyo that he had been used to all his life.

"On that note, though, I didn't really have much of a choice to fight. There was a giant metal sign blocking the way out, and I was boxed in. It was either fight or die..." he sighed, staring at his phone as he flipped through the options. "Given the way you look... You had to deal with something similar?"

Standing up as he had regained enough energy, Daisuke took his pole and tested its weight a bit more. It was definitely a bit unwieldy, for sure...

"Oh, I'm very sorry. I should introduce myself. I'm Daisuke Takeda, college student at Tokyo U... Though, given the circumstances, that's probably not very important." he said, bowing to the man. "I... I'm honestly not sure what to do now, actually. School's probably closed due to the earthquakes, and all the dead bodies means that the people at the hospitals nearby must be busy as all hell..."

[Assistant]
"Tch, we have no idea of what's going on huh?" Said Gentaro seemingly angry.

He had known of chaos and violence before, once in the past he was part of a famous Yakuza group and had tasted and given violence, it was sickening, disgusting, hence why he decided to let others to do the dirty job, for he, to stay out of the scenery was more comfortable. However, this new chaos was inviting him into a disordered and disgusting violence once again.

And for that he had to be ready...

As soon as the boy introduced himself the man exclaimed "I don't care 'bout your name brat. School? Why do you even think on that now? Listen we'll exchange numbers, I'll rather avoid becoming acquaintance of a kid but you beat one of these things and have the application. Who knows what'll happen now?"

After exchanging numbers Gentaro turned his back to him, he had to reach his storehouse, with a gun without ammo he had no chance to survive if one of these creatures showed up again. Before finally leaving he said to Daisuke.

"By the way, this is hell, really, I've seen nasty stuff, but this is just carnage. Listen brat, go see your family, I can't guarantee they'll be alive but is better now or never."

And then the man left the scene.

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Daisuke nodded as he exchanged numbers with the rude man (labeling him as such on his phone) and watched silently as he walked away. He did have a point, though... But at the same time his parents lived in Kyoto. Though he would have liked to see them in person, a phone call would have to suffice for now. Quickly pulling up his father's cell phone number and dialing it, Daisuke bit his lip and hoped he could get a response.

...

"The number you have dialed is curr-"

Clicking his tongue, Daisuke immediately cut off the call and looked around. The man had already left by now, which meant he was alone in the middle of the carnage... Again. Looking around once more, he noticed another two people sitting around. At a distance, they seemed to be a bit younger than he was, but it didn't hurt to see if they were in the same situation as he was in. Brushing off whatever debris he could off of his clothes, Daisuke began to move towards the two. Maybe they had some more information than he or that other man did.

[Assistant]
Tai smiled as the girl got off of the rock pile she was sitting on and responded to him, respectfully putting her phone back in her pocket. He didn't get to see her face that well when it was buried in her phone, but now that it wasn't he could see she was quite attractive."...that is like, half the population of Japan." She joked. Her voice was nice. It was a polite tone, but still one that carried a small amount of fun. Tai laughed, a little awkwardly, at her comment. Trying to describe his father to her further would end in the same stuff. It was kinda funny how generic his father was. Just another business man, he supposed, but ah well, what could ya do?

"But, apologies. I have not seen your father." She said. There was a pause for some reason Tai honestly didn't know, and she looked from side to side. Oh god was he being boring or something? Did she not want to talk to him? Maybe she was looking out for more pokemon or whatever to tame and/or run from? Tai prayed it was the last one. Which reminded him, he needed to see if she had the same demon as him. If they were all as easy to take down as his, than he was sure pretty much everything would be back to normal soon. If some teenager could take down one of 'em, guns would do the trick with ease.

"Uhm... I-I would not mind helping you look, Wakahisa. I...well, travelling alone doesn't seem like the best idea right now, does it? I mean...with those things around, right?" She asked/offered to Tai, fidgeting and stuttering and pausing in a surprisingly cute manner. Oh god, she wanted to help him? "H-huh, hm, really? Thaaaaaaanks..." He stuttered, rocking on the balls of his feet as he thought of what to say. "What's your thi-demon, what's you demon like? Mine's, um, he's like a little red guy, with like a ponytail braid thing. And he's really to the point about stuff, and uh... Stuff." He paused, looking around for an out of this obviously awkward and horrendous conversation. Luckily, another person was approaching, and this time it wasn't a cute girl. "Hey look another person let's go talk to them." Tai mumbled, trying to be loud enough for her to hear even though honestly all he wanted right now was to not speak at all and to go somewhere else.

Tai walked briskly up to the new guy. He looked a tad bit older, probably a class or two above him in school. "Hi, sir, do you have demons?" Tai asked, before quickly realizing what he said. "I mean do you have them in your phone? Well, like, do you have..." Tai paused as he grabbed his phone to see what the app was called. "Cortensia. Do you have that app on your phone?"

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Daisuke was slightly taken aback at the boy's sudden question. He hadn't even introduced himself and the person had already asked him about demons and Cortensia. So they WERE in the same boat after all.

"Well, I'd think we all have skeletons in our closet by this point in time." he joked before nodding his head yes.

"Yeah, I've got the app-" he began before the ground started rumbling beneath them.

"Wha- Another quake? You're kidding, right?" Daisuke asked in disbelief before taking note of all the corpses scattered around their feet.

"Wait a second..."

Almost as if on cue, portals began to appear from the bodies, bringing forth an assortment of demons like the one he had (and presumably what those two had) fought prior to their meeting. To make matters worse, the corpses themselves began to move, slowly moving what would be impossibly heavy debris off of their crippled bodies and moving to their feet.

"Shit... Zombies?" he asked himself before pulling out his phone and pulling up the Cortensia app. Instead of the screen he had seen before, though, a large red "WARNING" sign appeared on his screen, followed soon after by a small message.

"Enemies detected. Initializing demon summoning protocol..."

A moment later, the Kobold he had bested earlier appeared from a beam that emanated from his cellphone. Since when could it do that?

The Kobold stared at Daisuke for a moment before turning to the enemies coming at them. It had a small grin on its face, and though it was unsettling having the demon there now was beter than not.

"We're fighting?" it asked, readying its cudgel for combat.
"Seems that way."


[System]
This got approved, don't worry

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Appearance (Real Life):
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 80 kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Age: 16
Thomas was born to loving parents, though his mother wasn't often there. She'd had quite a successful career due to deep ground, though even after that was over, her love of adventure often got the better of her. She became a reporter, trekking around the globe for something interesting. His father was reliable enough, if a little distant, but Thomas never had anything against his parents. From a young age, he was taught how to do household chores and take responsibility, but he never complained. It had to be done, so he did it. The one solace from his mundane life was his cousin, whose company he enjoyed more than pretty much anyone. Fast forward a few years of monotony and a few things change. While he remains whimsical as ever, he's a little less energetic than he was. He doesn't have many friends, though that suits him alright. Then Deep ground happens. His initial impression is rather mixed. On the one hand, it's an interesting game to whittle down the time. On the other hand, it's rather odd that it would decide your future. He couldn't really bring himself to like it all that much, however, because it seemed a little unfair, in a way he couldn't really describe. So instead of opting to spend his entire high-school life focused on Deep Ground, like many other people his age did, he decided to try and become successful through his own efforts. He was initially against enrolling in Purple Crown but once he found out that his cousin was going there and that their education was quite high quality, he decided to enroll. He joined the news club to help his cousin who idolised his mother, though the news club was already in its decline at that point. At the tender age of 16, he became the president of the news club and plans to revitalise the dead club.
Personality: Thomas is layed back about a lot of things and tends not to worry about the future. He likes to conserve his strength in case he needs it. Even though he's quite laid back, when things need to be done he gets down to business, becoming much more serious. He has a talent for commanding people, though he's not exactly a leader type. Still somewhat whimsical on occasion, doing frivolous things on a whim. He has a soft spot for his family and his cousin, but is otherwise fairly stubborn to things he considers worth the effort.

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Appearance (Avatar): The puppet master appears as a lanky humanoid metal puppet with no facial features. It's quite agile, but is also surprisingly strong and durable.
Avatar Class: Warlock
Avatar profession: Enchanter
Avatar Title: Puppet master
Avatar Level (Initial): 3 (10,000 EXP)
Avatar Guild: None for now
Level 1: Mark of the puppet master
Category:Passive/Active
Passively, the puppet master's attacks attach a visible mark to the target. When the skill is activated, the puppet master chooses a marked target. Depending on whether or not the marked target is an ally or an enemy, the marks increase the damage the target deals or increases the damage they take by 10% for 5 minutes. Additional marks stack for a total of up to 50%, though more marks can be applied. The marks can be removed by the target through physical contact. The marks can also be administered by the puppet master via touch and do not persist through death.
Cast time:Nearly instant
Cooldown: 5 actions per target effective after the ability ends

Level 2: Puppet creation
Category: Active/Passive
The puppet master summons a puppet that mimics his appearance. The puppet has 50% of the puppet master's hp and attack attributes, though keeps the puppet master's defense attribute (including armour). The puppet is treated as an extension of the puppet master and the puppet master can use his abilities and feats through the puppet except for puppet creation, though normal cooldowns still apply. The puppet must be equipped with weapons after being created as it isn't created with weapons. The puppet master can have up to 3 puppets out at once, though he can't directly control more than he can concentrate on (2 with no distractions). The puppet master can either issue simple commands to his puppets or take command personally and use the puppet to act remotely. Puppet attacks apply the marks to their targets. This spell has 2 charges which accrue even while the puppet master is offline.
Cast time: 3 seconds
Cooldown: 2 time increments

Level 3: Sense share
Toggled skill. The puppet master picks a target and trades either his sense of sight, smell, touch, hearing or taste for one of the target's senses. The target needs to have at least one mark for the skill to be used. Both the puppet master and the target keep their traded senses but both can sense other's traded sensations. For example, the puppet master can choose to share his sence of taste for a target's sight. If the target was not informed before, they will have a strange taste in their mouth that they can't explain while the puppet master will be able to see what they see. When the skill is toggled, marks on the target glow faintly if senses are being shared. Senses can be ignored by knowing targets. If touch is shared, damage is not dealt to the puppet master but he will feel pain.
Cast time: None
Cooldown: None
Monodextrous casting
Enables you to wield a melee weapon in one hand
* A longsword
* A focus bracelet for spells
* Light body armor

Other:

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Caitlyn Dunnst

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Now this was an entirely different sort of embarassing, asking about stuff she should know. Now he probably thinks I'm thick, or dull. By the sounds of it, he didn't seem to think Caitlyn was trying to do anything but get information so maybe it was best he did think she was thick or dull for now. At least it turned out her questions wasn't putting Thomas out of his way as much as she thought she was, this made her feel a lot better. With nothing left to ask the News Club it was about time leave.

"Yes thats great thanks," Caitlyn replied with a smile,"and everyone seems to think you have all the answers because you do, very little goes on here you guys don't know about." Caitlyn stood up to grab her things, "I'm sure you have better things to deal with right now so I won't waste any more of your time on silly questions. Thanks again!"

She closed the door behind her and sighed, glad that was all over for now. Time to report back to Nagato-dono, I'm sure he'll be happy to hear nothing really went on. Did he need notifications about nothing going on though? Maybe she could segway it into something else.

Done, Caitlyn could slink back to her room, grab something to eat and read through those patch notes she keeps meaning to catch up on.

[Assistant]
Hibiki Toho

With Thomas's permission, Hibiki would leave the Newspaper Club. She felt rather excited now actually; she thought that as one of the newbies, she'd get stuck with a boring job like handing out flyers or questionnaires. But not only does she get to interview the culture clubs, which Hibiki personally thought were always very interesting, but she was going to be part of the big event: White Vs Black. The Ivory Masks vs Ebony Strykers. Hibiki had a grudge against the Ebony Strykers, but there was a reason she never joined the Ivory Masks too. Mostly a gut feeling; something about them didn't feel right. But unlike the Ebony Strykers, Hibiki couldn't pinpoint what. Only that it was a strong enough feeling that she stayed away from them.

Hibiki made sure to put a reminder on her calendar to be ready for that day. She hoped to take Itsuko and they could play around the festival, but work did come first. But with any luck Hibiki can combine work and fun together. Speaking of Itsuko, Hibiki needed to figure out where she was. Last she remembered, Itsuko said they could hang out at her place. Looking at her last email, if Itsuko wasn't at home, she'd be at the food court. "She must mean the food court at the mall." Itsuko's apartment was located right on top of the mall after all. But now there was a different problem: how'll she'll get to the mall. It was quite a trek on foot. But Hibiki wasn't bothered at all! She'll just have to get going. After dropping off most of her nonessential school things, Hibiki went to find Train and headed towards the Mall.

It took her some time and there were a few close calls, but Hibiki made it! She arrived to the mall and headed straight to the good court to find Itsuko. She wasn't hard to find; she was the blond with all the bandages. "Itsuuuuko!" Hibiki ran towards her new friend happily, but as she got closer she noticed something was up. There was a stranger near Itsuko who seemed to be helping her, and Itusko seemed hurt. Hibiki didn't like seeing her friends hurt, even if someone like Itsuko was accident prone. "Itsuko? What happened?"

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Thomas watched people file out of the clubroom one after the other. As he watched them go by, he wondered what to do for the rest of the day. Since the school festival was right around the corner he hadn't gotten much homework, and what little he had he'd already completed. As he waited for Emma to emerge from the room, Thomas spotted Aaron Fletcher waving at him from their door. He gave a curt nod in response, even though he didn't know the boy that well.

Thomas supposed that he knew more about Aaron's Deep Ground identity than he did the man himself, mostly out of respect for privacy and partially because he didn't have any business with him. Indeed, Nyx was quite famous after everything that happened, what with the fan club and all, and through wild rumors and speculations Thomas had made his own theories, but he made no effort to confirm them.

Thinking of Deep Ground locked in what he wanted to do for the day. Thomas got up and retrieved his bag before fishing the keys to the clubroom out of his pocket.
"Hey Emma, I'm going out before you." He said. "Lock the clubroom for me, would you?"

He began walking out of the clubroom. As he approached Aaron sitting by the doorway he gave a few passing words.
"And what are you two going to do with each other today?" Thomas asked lightly. "Well, it's not really my business to know, is it? Good luck, I suppose."

With that he left the clubroom and started walking out of the school.


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Leon Kohlberg
"I used this game to escape reality, but even now... reality never wants me to get away..."

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Username: Seraphin
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Main: Yorick, the Gravedigger

True Appearance: Leon's clothes are torn apart, replaced by ragged cloaks and cloths that resemble that of his power's original owner. His skin glows slightly of a greener shade whilst his eyes are colored yellow. His voice echoes out in multiple voices whilst a series of scars begin to spawn all over his flesh.

Powers:
 Unholy Covenant - When needed, Leon can summon his shovel: an ornate and lightweight iron shovel with an eerie lantern attached at its end. At the center of the shovel are the engraves initials 'Y.M'. The shovel can make use of Leon's pranas, causing its attacks to explode in a burst of spectral energy.
 Omen of War - Leon empowers his shovel with a wave of spectral energy, shackling a rabid and agile ghoul to rise from the nether. Whilst the ghoul lives, Leon moves faster than usual. Whilst his shovel is still empowered, Leon is able to move significantly faster.
 Omen of Decay - Leon releases a plague from the lantern attached to his shovel, causing a caustic explosion to erupt in a location, and summoning a plagued ghoul that decays the area around it. The decay slows down enemies (or everyone, since he is still learning) while they are near the ghoul.
 Omen of Famine - Leon smashes his shovel upon the earth, creating a small fissure whilst summoning a ravenous ghoul that grows stronger with his injuries; the ghoul's attacks absorb the enemy's pranas, redirecting it to Leon, healing him in the process.
 Omen of Death - Leon, in his true form, pierces his shovel into the bowels of the earth, unearthing ghouls that take the appearance of Leon's allies (or himself). The ghouls can only attack and not copy the target's spells. Any damage sustained by the original ones are redirected to the mimicking ghouls.

Personality: Leon, being a new kid on the block, is fairly shy and awkward. However, he tries his best to gain new friends, or even to communicate with others-- no matter how weird his tactics have to be. He has some sort of an inferiority complex, and often sees himself as a less important being as compared with others. He seldom wants to work with others, though, and would often do things his way if only to prove to himself that he is just as capable as his comrades. Leon is not really that proud of his powers, seeing as his ghouls frighten people instead of actually wanting to be close to him.

Although, Leon is still level-headed and mature when push comes to shove. He does not like those that push others around, and will stick up for those who are being trodden over. He is not exactly leader material, but he is willing to take control when there is anarchy. Righteous, vindictive, and fiercely loyal-- Leon is a comrade that most would want and not want at the same time.

Short Biography: Studying in college was one thing that Leon feared as it entailed him moving away from his family and his home. A college in Darkwell was the cheapest one around, and thus, the boy had no choice but to apply there. Shortly after moving there though, he immediately realized that the residents were not really friendly material. Hence, Leon had a hard time making any social contacts. Coupled with stress in college, the boy escaped his lonely reality by playing multiple online games, but none other stuck to him more than League of Legends. Sure, people were toxic, but they worked together until that blasted Nexus was destroyed. He played whenever he was stressed, and his favorite was Yorick-- sharing the same drive to be remembered by others. It was all a just game, though. Or, so Leon believed.

He didn't know what happened, but he just woke up with ghouls swarming his room. It took days for him to settle down, and come to terms with his reality. But, when he saw a shovel decked upon his floor with the initials Y.M, the lad knew that there was something greater at work. But, more than that, he knew that he was not the only one who could have been the victim here. Life was beginning to become more complex, but to imagine a path much duller than this was almost nigh on impossible for Leon. At least, now, whenever he came home, a bunch of specters greeted him with jaws and fangs in their smiles.

Oh, being a League of Legends player had never been much more fulfilling.

Other: "Death is only the beginning."

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Artemis

Artemis fully expected Thresh to attack her and was surprised when he turned the chain on himself, dissipating his form and revealing a confused women underneath. As she fell to the ground Artemis stepped forward and caught the women. She spent a few moments thinking about what to do next. It'd be best to call a hospital and get her immediate medical attention, however her state as an avatar could cause complications. If she was found out or Thresh took control again unwanted attention would be drawn. Not that they didn't have enough of that now, Artemis thought to herself, taking a brief glance at the destroyed street and cafe. The look revealed that combat was still going on, both Graves and Sion were still fighting, but if Artemis left this women unattended it'd be nothing be more complications. Arriving at a decision Artemis picked up the women and quickly headed home, she should have a first aid kit somewhere.

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Vicki Victory

Sion's axe sunk deep into Vicki's abdomen, the young woman shrieking in pain. The giant heaved the axe back for a finishing blow, but it was deflected by Matt, the towering hound. Just a few seconds later, the sharp pain subsided, and Vicki felt her wound knit itself back together.

After being struck by multiple blows, the giant threw Vicki off to the side. She tumbled over the concrete, flecks of obsidian pebbles digging into her skin. The white-and-pink haired warrior regained her balance mid-tumble, bracing herself on both legs and holding up herself on one arm; her hextech gauntlet screeched loudly against the road.

Vicki witnessed as Clarice and Matt assaulted the giant relentlessly, the giant barely holding them off, Sion's ragged breath choking out between massive heaves of his chest. The toll of battle was getting to him.

Vicki's boxing instincts kicked in, This is the best time to strike an opponent. She grabbed a huge slab of broken concrete and lifted it above her head, grunting through the strain. The feat took great effort from her; Vicki's arms were starting to feel like jelly from exertion.

She boosted her jet thrusters to maximum blast, the massive weight of the stone holding her down for a second. Unable to take full flight, Vicki boosted herself into a sprint, intent on tackling the giant with the concrete.

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Raze Colter

Raze slumped to his knees as he watched his enemies revert to their human form. The armor enveloping his body faded away into ash on the wind, revealing torn and mangled strips hanging from what used to be his black workout clothes.

Artemis walked up to the woman that used to be Thresh, examining her with those big, bug-eyed glasses of her's. Through deep draughts of breath, Raze attempted to call out to Artemis, but stopped as he saw her pick up Thresh-girl and begin walking away.

Raze forced himself to his feet and shambled after Artemis. He yelled after her, "Wha...What are you doing?! That's our enemy!"

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Garrett Fishman

Garrett watched the battle winding down, safe on a perch high atop a nearby building. Most of the combatants were beginning to tire out, but it seemed that a majority of the fight was focused around Sion.

He still felt as if he was being watched, but right now, Garrett's focus was honed in on one person: a pink-and-white haired warrior.

The bitch responsible for my arm…

The confusion of the battle may prove a good opportunity to strike. However, getting out once he struck may prove to be a challenge.

Strike when the time is right...

For now...watch from the shadows.

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"It's over," Leon mumbled as the hail of ice and the fists of fire overcame their enemy, watching in amazement as Urgot began to flail until his voice shifted that to a normal one, his voice pleading for them to stop. At that point, he tried to reach out to Sam, as apparently was her name as he heard from Urgot, and Claire, urging them to cease and desist from their assault. However, before he could call out their names, a sudden cloud of fatigue settled in every nerve, every muscle, and every bone in his system. Like a car whose battery was shot, Leon sputtered before his knees gave way as he toppled back from the wall, falling to the pit of earth and stone below. Luckily, his form only vanished a few seconds after he hit the stones, which prevented any major damage, but as soon as he did revert back to normal, Leon struggled to breathe for air. He wheezed as if he had asthma, his chest rising and falling rapidly before he finally got a hold of himself. "I need to escape," Leon mumbled before he, after a struggle, propped himself up against a pile of debris. He examined his arms, chest, and legs, noting the acid stains from Urgot. He can't get far away from the scene, but he would have to try.

Or, maybe not. He was done running anyway. If he remained here, he would get to the bottom of these events.

Well done, Leon.

"Yorick?" he mumbled, eyes half-closed in fatigue.

Who knew that you were easily manipulated?

"W-What are you talking about?"

Surely, you realized by now that your bloodlust did not come from you, but from me. With all the mess you've created, there will be perilous consequences. The quiet life you wanted is no more.

"I thought... we were... friends?"

My only allegiance is to the Shadow Isles, and if I have to pretend to be your ally, then, so be it. I serve a master higher than you, and I will do everything to be rid of you.

"Damn," Leon coughed as the voices faded away. "I think we screwed up big time."


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Yavvie (Elven Children), Yavanna (All), The Brightest Star of Rivendell, Bright Star of Middle-Earth. Dearest Child, Dearest Grand-daughter (By Her Grand-Parents)
Royal titles: Lady of Rivendell/Lady of Imlardis. Princess of Rivendell/Imlardis, Her Highness/Your Majesty.
Other Titles: Daughter of the Stars, A 'Sensitive' others refer to her a Psychic.
Age: 67 *Looks 18-19*
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid *Mortal, Noldor and Sindarin Bloodlines*
Other Bloodlines: Teleri and Vanyar *Through her Grand-mother Galadriel's relatives*, *Maiar through her father and his relatives*. Celestial*Through her mother.*
10/20 Elvish, (5/10 Noldor, 3/10 Sindarin, 0.5/10 Telerin, 1.5/10 Vanyar) 7/20 Mortal, 3/20 Maiar

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Adelaide Kane
Hair Color: Raven Black
Eye Color: Green *Sometimes crystal Blue, when Sad/Grieving. Intense brighter Blue, when Stubborn. Silver when Angry/Betrayed.*
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 118 Lbs
Body Build: Slim

Bow:

Sword:

Daggers *From Lake-town* 4 of these:

Sword from Erebor:

Combat Suit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Her Cloak

PERSONALITY

OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Hobbits, Elves, Dwarfs, Humans, Nature, Music, Dance, Peace in Middle Earth, Summer, Starry Skies, Rivers/Seas/Oceans, Animals.
Dislikes: Death, War, Orcs, Greed, Liars
Strengths: Combat/Fighting, Healing/Medicine, Intellect, Singing, Conscience Views, Kindness to Strangers, High Resistance to Harsh Temperatures, Enhanced Senses ect.
Other Skills: Star Light Manipulation, Elven Magic, Telekinesis, Acrobatics.
Other Powers: Telepathy/Visions, Telekinetic Hovering/Flight, Light of Purity-Deadliest to any evil enemies.
Weaknesses: Horseriding *Arwen's the faster rider*, People taking advantage of her niceness, Stuborness
Fears: Spiders, Sauron/Saruman, Loosing her loved one's

Elegant | Compassionate | Tender-Hearted | Fun Loving | Courageous | Innocent | Pure | Talented

Yavanna is the youngest child of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian. Many people, of Middle Earth believe that she and Arwen; are the symbol of peace and love in Middle Earth. Just like her elder sister, Arwen. The young elf is blessed with beauty and grace. Over her life, she's been taught the magic of healing. She's a skilled, talented healer among her people. Being Innocent, some people take advantage of her loving sweetness and niceness.

There is an Pureness about the young she-elf. Yavanna never hates; no matter what the other person may think off her. It's not something, she's capable off. She believes, that most of Middle-Earth are not enemies. They all belong in this world; no matter what race they come from. She values life, and is friends with most. A value, that is not seen in many others. Yavanna will often defend others; even if she does not know them too well.

Due to her rare elven Bloodlines of Noldor, Teleri and Vanyar. Three of the Elven blood-lines, that are not so common in Middle Earth anymore. Yavanna has talents and knowledge of Elvish Magic. Her father, Lord Elrond has Maiar blood; allowing him and his children of magical talents. It comes naturally, especially to Yavanna. Her powers come from the heart, at times her emotions can even control her abilities.

Whilst she's young and curious. Yavanna has explored parts of Middle Earth. She knows the forests outside of Rivendell, rather well. Having ventured out there many times. Lothlorien being one of her favorite places, as her grandparents live there. She's not afraid of adventure and helping those whom need help. When Young Bilbo and company, come to Rivendell during their quest. She is there to offer some guidance and help, with along with her father and grand-mother Galadriel. Be-befriending a few of the dwarfs in that period of time.

After Thorin and his company leave; Yavanna decides to join the company on their task to reclaim Erebor. Despite Thorin's cold, harsh demeanor and reservation, with her joining. Yavanna is set on helping the Durin King and his family/friends. Proving to be a rather valuable alley, and eventually helping warm Thorin up to her and Saeril. She helps, save Thorin numerous times through out the quest. Forming a strong bond with his two nephews and the she-elf Saeril.

When the company gets captured by the elves of Mirkwood. Yavanna tries to reason with King Thranduil, about the release of the Dwarfs. In the midst of it all, she meets the young Legolas. After meeting his son, Legolas. The pair have a slightly shaky start to the start, but despite his coldness. Yavanna saves his life, during the company's escape from Mirkwood. Yavanna finds herself drawn to him soon enough. The pair grow closer, after sticking together for a while. Yavanna is present, during the defeat of Smaug and Battle of Five armies, to save Middle Earth. After Fili's death, Yavanna grieves over the young Dwarf...as he had been one of her closest friends. Her best-friend in fact. Whilst he will be missed by her greatly, he will always be remembered.

Many years later, young Frodo now has Bilbo's ring...and is on a task to destroy it. Yavanna becomes a part of the Fellowship of the Ring. Helping the young Hobbit on his quest. Growing protective of the young Hobbits, that are in need of guidance and helping hand.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Rivendell *Also known as Imlardis.* The Last Homely House East of the Sea
Family:
~ Lord Elrond *Father; Alive* *Half-Elf*
~ Lady Celebrian *Mother; Unknown;Presumably Deceased* *Sindarin/Noldor Elf*
~ Elladan and Elrohir *Brothers. They are Twins; Alive* *Half-Elves*
~ Arwen *Sister; Alive* *Half-Elf*
~ Elros Tar-Minyatur, King of Numenor *Uncle; Deceased* *Half-Elf*
~ Galadriel *Grandmother; Alive* *Noldor Elf*
~ Lord Celeborn *Grandfather; Alive* *Sindarin Elf*
~ Eärendil the Mariner *Grandfather; Deceased* *Half-Elf*
~ Elwing the White *Grandmother; Deceased* *Half-Elf*
~ Finarfin, Prince of the Noldor *Great-Grandfather; Deceased* *Vanyar Elf*
~ Eärwen *Great-Grandmother; Deceased* *Telerin Elf*
~ King Finwë *Great, Great-Grandfather; Unknown* *Noldor Elf*
~ King Olwë *Great, Great-Grandfather; Deceased* *Telerin Elf*
~ Lady Indis *Great, Great-Grandmother; Unknown* *Vanyar Elf*

Other Relations:
~ Legolas Greenleaf *Love Interest/Mate; Alive* *Sindarin Elf*
~ Thranduil Greenleaf *Family Friend; Alive* *Sindarin Elf*
~ Tauriel *Acquaintance/Friend; Alive* *Silvan Elf*
~ Bilbo Baggins *Acquaintance/Friend; Alive* *Hobbit*
~ Kili Durin *Friend; Alive* *Dwarf*
~ Fili Durin *Friend; Deceased* *Dwarf*
~ Dis *Acquaintance; Alive* *Dwarf*
~ Thorin Oakensheild *Friend; Deceased* *Dwarf*
~ Searil Hermiaen *Acquaintance~Later Friend/Mother Figure; Alive* *Elven Hybrid (Noldor/Sindarin/Silvan Elf)*
~ Aragorn II Elessar *Friend; Alive* *Man*
~ Haldir *Friend/Mentor; Alive* *Silvan Elf*
~ Gandalf the Grey/White *Friend; Alive* *Maiar*
~ Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took (Pippin) and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Merry) *Friends; Alive* *Hobbits of the Shire*
~ Gimli *Friend; Alive* *Dwarf*
~ Azog the Defiler, Bolg *Enemies; Deceased* *Gundabad Orcs*

[User]
It was a warm, loving gesture. Feeling his mother wrap her arms around his neck. Kili gave her waist a gentle squeeze. He only wished, that Fili and Uncle Thorin were by his side, that they could be a family...like they once used to be. Kili hated the thought of breaking his mother's heart, by giving her the bad news.

Her words about Yavanna, made him smile briefly. "I am sure, you'll love her even more when you get to know her better." Kili told his mother. As she asked about his elder brother...Kili felt his heart-ache. He knew, he had to do this; no matter how hard it was. "He's in a safe place." Kili said, sadly as she asked about his big brother. He knew, that Fili was safe in the after-life with his uncle Thorin. Kili had paused for a few moments, thinking of the best way to break the news to his mother. Taking a deep breath. "After we reclaimed our home-land; there was a massive battle. An old enemy, that had killed Grand-father, was still hunting us down. Saeril and Yavanna had always done their best to protect us from them....but during the battle....we couldn't stop them. They got to Fili and Uncle Thorin...." He felt himself getting choked up. "I am sorry, mother....I couldn't save either of them." Tears welled up in his eyes. "They both died, fighting for our people and home.."

Kili felt like he could have saved his older brother and uncle; if Saeril didn't try and get him to stay in hiding.

Yavanna felt Saeril's touch. It made her feel a little at ease. She was silent, smiling briefly at Dis' warm compliment towards her...but hearing Kili speak about Thorin and Fili, caused the tears to well up in her eyes again.

[Assistant]
Dis could only feel relieved that she was feeling the loving embrace of her flesh and blood. But her happiness slowly started to dissolve once Kili began to explain the whereabouts of Fili and Thorin. There was a glint of sadness appearing in her eyes, and feeling of pain went through her heart. What he was describing...was the events of their deaths. It came to the point of her getting choked up, but was holding it in a lot more than Kili was. Dis was known for her great inner strength, making her a capable Durin and queen, by heart. But as she said, she would much prefer laying low rather than take a throne. Besides, she had always found her older brother Thorin to be a potentially-great king. But the problem, was that he was dead, along with her firstborn offspring.

An old enemy from those many years ago, had officially caught up to them, and extinguished nearly their entire directly-royal line...with her and Kili as the only remaining direct descendants of Durin. The whole family, nearly extinct. Seeing her son's already-forming tears, Dis eventually cracked, hugging him, and letting out the sadness that was bottled up when Kili explained the events of their deaths.

Saeril looked at the ground, when a single tear trailed down her face. She remembered what Fili's last words were, and they only motivated her to do harder, and become a lot more strongly committed in her duties. Seeing Yavanna's expression, once again, allowed her to lean on her shoulder and let her feelings out.

[User]
Kili hated to be the bearer of bad news; he knew how sad his mother was when his father had passed away. Kili and Fili too had been traumatised by that death; despite being the youngest one...not having as much memories like Fili. Now, he felt like he was breaking his mother's heart by telling her about Uncle Thorin and his big brother Fili. Kili had always felt incomplete without his big brother. The troublesome duo was broken.

He could see how his mother was trying to be strong; as she hugged him. Kili held her close to him, feeling the tears run down his cheeks freely. Hiding his face in her dark hair.

Yavanna couldn't help but feel sad, for Kili and his mother. Seeing the pain on Dis' face and how she was trying to be strong; despite such horrible news. It was heart-breaking. There wasn't a moment, where Yavanna didn't miss Fili. Or the banter and trouble; he and Kili got into over the time she had known them. Even though, he and Thorin had moved onto a better place; spiritually. It didn't make it any easier. The tears rolled down her cheeks heavily, as she sobbed.

[Assistant]
It felt like a second heartache had struck. It was such a shock that Dis could not even keep herself strong, like how she always is, upon hearing the bad news. Her tears fell from her eyes, as she almost tried to hide herself in Kili's embrace. She adored her big brother and, as any good mother would, she mourned for the loss of her first child. She can't blame Saeril and Yavanna for her loss; not at all. But all she needed to know was that her family had died, protecting their homeland, and that their deaths held meaning.

She tried to calm herself down, but to hear the sadness of her son and the younger she-elf, it was becoming hard. Even the dwarves behind them were slipping in sorrow, having to feel the grief in the air. In respect of loosing their deceased king, all of them kneeled, or got on their knees, in honor to the loss of Thorin, who briefly led the charge all those years ago.

[User]
It saddened Yavanna to see Kili's mother like this. It was bad enough dealing with Kili and Saeril's sadness when it all happened. But Yavanna could also feel Dis' pain; a mother's pain. A little sister's pain. Loosing the one's she had. Which made all those she had left, even more precious. Even though Azog and Bolg were gone; that wouldn't stop others from trying to kill Dis and Kili in order to finish that job off for them.

Kili held onto his mother; as they all seemed to be mourning. Kili, Yavanna and Saeril were in mourning again. He noticed many of his people kneel down to pay respect to the fallen sons of Durin.


[System]
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Age: 16
Melee Weapon of Choice: Greataxe
Ranged Weapon of Choice: Crossbow
Appearance:
Bio: Tormir was born as the grandson of King Orik into Durgrimst Ingeitum and was trained by his father to be a warrior, like he was, and trained to fight with a greataxe starting from a young age. He spent most of his life in Tronjheim until the day he was selected to join a group of elves, humans, and even a couple Urgals to journey outside of Alagaesia to be tested before the dragon eggs and potentially become a Dragon Rider.
Dragon's Name: Lilla
Dragon's Appearance:
Other: Tormir carries an axe given to him by his father as a going away present. His elven made axe will have a purple blade, and a purple gem at the end of the hilt that will be able to store magical energy, and use when he needs it.

[User] Tormir looked up at the giant structure before him, serving as the entrance gate to Dras Shur'tugal, or City of the Dragon Riders. This was the great city outside of Alagaesia that Eragon Brommson, also known as Shadeslayer, built as a base for the rebirth of the Dragon Riders, and was also where new Dragon Riders, like Tormir, if he was lucky, would be trained. The young dwarf was honored and excited to be here, looking around to see that there was a total of about 50 people around his own age, or at least, in appearance, of various races. Other dwarves like himself, humans, elves, even a couple Urgals, which he thought odd, but who was he to question the great Eragon's choices? He approached the gate with the others and entered when it opened, lead by their guides, who had traveled with them all throught Alagaesia to pick them up and bring them here. They were a few of the new Riders, lead by former elven queen, Arya and her green dragon, Firnen.

[Assistant]
Vadrua grinned up at the towering structure. She had been fairly used to structures that were smooth and wooden because of her life with her people. Growing up she had Idolized the woman who lead her here to the city. The elven queen Arya and her dragon partner Firnin stood proudly at the head of the group. She smiled slightly seeing a dwarf there waiting for the group.
"Pleasure to meet you." She said in a voice that sounded both like authority and grace, walking confidently up to the dwarf.

[User] "Well met elf!" Tormir said, looking to the female elf who greeted him. "I am Tormir, son of Hort, of Durgrimst Ingeitum. Who may you be?"

[Assistant] "I am Vadrua of Du Weldenvarden. You must know some very honorable Dwarves if you're of Durgrimst Igneitum. I hear Eragon was made an honorary member of your clan." She said smiling.

[User] "That he did. And that I am. I am actually grandson to King Orik, 43rd king of the dwarves." he said. He then noticed they were being guided into the structure, and what appeared to be an entrance hall, though it was massive, to be able to fit the dragons.

[Assistant]
Athelle followed the crowd, knowing full well that she was exceedingly late. She was shifty and uncomfortable, as was the result of being raised among elves as a human child. Athelle usually stood with the elves, and so that is exactly what she did. As she was walking over there, she almost walked straight into a dwarf, who was standing next to an elf. "Oh! I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't mean it!"
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[User] Tormir jumped a bit, his hand going to his axe when she bumped into him, but relaxed and gave a laugh. "Tis fine!" he said. "No harm done, though you did give me a bit of a fright, you did! I'm Tormir, son of Hort, and you are?"

[Assistant]
Vadrua smiled she recognised the girl and she seemed friendly enough.
"You're fine young one just mind where you walk alright." She said with a smile she hoped showed warmth and kindness.

[User]
"I'm Athelle Vestoria of Du Weldervan," she said, as she usually used her home city over her birth one. "And of course, Elda, I shall endeavor to be more careful," Athelle stated, punctuating it with a slight bow.
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[Assistant] "A human from an elf village? That's not something you hear everyday!" he said, giving a laugh. "A pleasure to meet you, both of you!"

[User]
"I was born in unusal circumstances, so I suppose this is the best that could have happened," Athelle said cheerily. "It has been an honor to meet you. Atra du evarínya ono varda, vnir." (Translation: May the stars watch over you, friend.)
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[User]
Eli stood in front of Dras Shur'tugal, the City of the Dragon Riders. We walk through the to the towering building that stood tall overlooking the city. He walks through the gate finding an open room filled with about 50 other around his age well he pretty sure. he walks up to a group of dwarf, elf and a human. Might as well make some friend since he got the chance.

 "Hi my name is Eli it nice to meet you," Eli said.

[Assistant] "Ah, yet another person joins us!" Tormir said. "I am Tormir, son of Hort! Well met Eli!" He turned to Athelle and bowed to her saying "May the stone take you when you pass on, and sit beside the god that created you."

[User] "nice to meet you Tormir" Eli said. He never met a Dwarf or an elf before this could be interesting.

[Assistant]
"A pleasure to meet you as well," Athelle said as her eyes alighted on the newcomer. "I'm Athelle Vestoria of Du Weldervan. Where are you from?"
Hybrid

[User] "Your from an elf village that intresting, well I'm from a tiny village far out in country you probably don't know about it" Eli said taking off Coolie hat and letting it hang on his back.

[Assistant] Vadrua noted the newcomer with a nod. She felt nervous around him with him shielding his face the way he did. Regardless she nodded along following the conversation intently.

[User] "What kind of farmer gets armor like that!?" Tormir asked, raising an eyebrow. Before he could answer, the doors at the far end of the entrance hall opened to reveal a room full of dragon eggs. Several were brought out as a tall elf stepped out and said "We will call your names one by one. When your name is called, step forward and walk in front of the eggs, holding your left hand out. If an egg hatches, pick up your dragon and have a seat to the right. If no egg hatches, head back out to the gate and you will be taken home once everyone has been called!" He pulled out a list and began calling out names.

[Assistant]
"What kind of farmer gets armor like that!?" Tormir asked.

 The question came to Eli as a surprise. That was a question he didn't want to answer it was also a question he hoped didn't come up in conversation. He was ready to answer but he didn't really want to. He was about to answer when the doors at the far end of the entrance hall opened revealing a room filled with Dragon egg. Eli sigh in relief, he didn't have to answer the question.

 "We will call your names one by one. When your name is called, step forward and walk in front of the eggs, holding your left hand out. If an egg hatch, pick up your dragon and have a seat to the right. If no egg hatches, head back out to the gate and you will be taken home once everyone has been called!" An Elf said. He pulled out a list of names and started calling them. One by one people came up and touch the egg. Then Eli's name was called. He walks up to the dragon egg and held his hand over the egg. For a minute nothing happens but suddenly the egg crack and a small Black and purple dragon stood in front of him.

 Eli stood there amazed be couldn't believe he was chosen by a dragon. He slowly moves his hand toward the dragon once he made contact a searing pain went through his arm and a blinding flash appeared. His eyes adjust back to normal when the pain from his hand flooded his mind. He looks at his hand finding a silver mark on it. he started at it than back at the dragon who was staring at him with its deep black eyes.

 "Please pick up your dragon and have a seat," The Elf said with a pleased expression. Eli picks up his dragon and took a seat. He couldn't believe he was picked him out of everyone. He looked down at the dragon who was curled up in his lap laying there comfortably. He turns his attention back to the crowd when the Elf started calling name again.

[User]
"Thanks," Athelle said to Eli, and then hurried into the room with the dragons.

Eventually, her name was called. "Athelle Vestoria," the Elf boomed. She rose and walked to the eggs, making sure to touch each one. The instant she put her hand on the black egg that looked as though it were made of obsidian, the top of the shell shattered and out came her dragon, shining black and glittering and purring in her hand. "Fells Nángoröth," Athelle murmured, gently stroking the dragon as she took a seat next to Eli and his stunning purple-and-black dragon. "Nice job," she said to him quietly.
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Translation: Blasted Mountains

[Assistant] Vadrua smiled seeing the two before her, called up they didn't receive Dragons but they did see some eggs wobble slightly which gave her hope. Before long the Elf called out above the general din that had built. "Vadrua!" He called she stood and reverently walked across the small distance and passing before the eggs. Gently brushing her hand along each egg until she reaching a pearl white colored egg. Once her hand touched it the egg seemed to burst open and a small dragon with brilliant white scales. Smiling in awe Vadrua reached out and touched the small dragon who nuzzled her hand sending a searing pain through her hand causing her to cry out some. The flash that accompanied the pain was blinding but it faded quickly and before she could even pick the dragon up the small one had climbed up onto her shoulder purring happily. Looking down at her hand she smiled seeing the Gedwey Ignasia shimmering on her hand. The very mark that made her a Rider. As she moved to sit with the others Vadrua looked up and saw Arya smiling and clapping along with the crowd. Moving proudly she moved and sat next to the others smiling brightly the way elves only do when they are filled with enough joy that they cannot contain it any longer.

[User]
After a few more people left, Tormir was called up next. He paced before the eggs holding his hand over them, but it seemed none would hatch for him. He'd almost given up hope until the very last egg on the end, a purple one, began to shake and crack. He stood there and watched a small purple head poked out and looked up at him. He smiled big and gently touched the dragon's head with his hand, wincing a little at the pain, and flash of light. He pulled her out of the egg and, looking at her purple color, said "I'll call you Lilla." He held the little dragon in his arms and carried her to the table, where he sat with the others. Once everyone had either gotten a dragon or left to head back to Alagaesia, the elf clapped his hands and the eggs were brought back into the room they came from. "Now that you have been chosen, it is time to feast!" he clapped his hands once more and trays of food had been brought out, with special trays of meat brought out for the dragons. "Once you have had your fill, you will be taken to your rooms, and tomorrow will begin your lessons!"

(Pronounced Lee-lah, and is Norwegian for purple, since Norwegian is one of the languages the author used to make up the ancient language, so he's basically calling her purple in the ancient language)


[System]
"To stick by the king who has protected me proved impossible... but I promised that I would protect his bloodline. That I intend to do."

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title: Haku

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Hasn't even fallen in love before

Age: Human years: 1780, Manakete Years: Somewhere around 24

Sexuality: Demisexual but leans towards girls

Family Ties: He currently has no known family, either dead or somewhere around the world

Class: Manakete

Weapon Mastery(ies): Dragonstone

Inventory: Dragonstone, Vulnerary

Personality: Hyakuya is an experienced beast in the battlefield. He is merciless and aware of his surroundings. Manaketes are feared because of their 'bloodlust' and Hyakuya displays it almost perfectly on the battlefield when he really can't hold himself back.

Like most older manaketes, he must meditate at nights to hold his feral mode inside. If not, he could go wild and attack both friend and foe alike. It was either that or he heads out to some unknown forest and wreck havoc there, all in a span of one night, just all to suppress his true manakete mode.

As a friend, he is quite a story teller, often telling them of his experiences when he was but a small child. His childhood may have been horrible but he does not fear it or hide it from others. If they want to know about it, then so be it. He is a loyal person, as seen by his loyalty to the royal family, and keeps all of his promises. He will die for the royal family because he promised to do so.

Like all manaketes, he is 'related' to the Dragon Goddess, Naga. Although he knows about her and her holiness, he never gave her much though, often just worshipping Ishtakk, the Goddess of Jotenvarr. Worshipping may be the wrong term for him... maybe just simply acknowledging her holiness is a better term for it.

Biography: Hyakuya, when he was just about a couple of hundreds of years old, was happy being with his family since he was still considered young back then. When he hit his five hundred mark, he left his home to be more independent as most Manaketes do but would often return to where he came from. But one day, he was defeated by a bunch of bandits and was taken in to perform for them. It was a traumatic experience for the young Manakete, having to repeatedly hit his pride everytime he was with the bandits.

One day, while the bandits were travelling through Jotenvarr, they were defeated by the king. That was one less bandit camp to worry about. Hyakuya was finally free from the slavery and turned to the king and told him that he would be his loyal follower. The king took him in since he looked but a small child but when he saw that he was a Manakete, he told Hyakuya to simply sleep for some time and when he awakens, he will be tasked to protect the generation by then.

He was sent to sleep at a hidden chamber of the castle. Centuries passed and he woke up as the country was still at war. He reported to the king and fought for him. Having a Manakete to protect the castle was apparently helpful. When the king had died from the war and Alexandro rose to the throne, he had to serve the young king. Although the Manakete usually takes orders from the royal mage, Straizo, since he was the brains of the two.

[User] "So long as you can keep them going a straight path then I may be able to take them out," Hiro said before listening to the dragon. He would have to keep that in mind for later if he needed a quick escape.  "However, I do believe the ruins would be our best bet,"  he suggested to Tybalt, seeing the him as the leader already. To him it seemed like the most logical choice of action, running served well but they would be caught quickly by the mounted units if they were not careful.

[Assistant]
Diana

Diana was impressed with the speed at which the exam began, two members could've been dead before it had truly began. Her eyes scanned the tree tops as she carefully made her way towards Hiro, taking their instructors advise. A pegasus knight swooped down with startling swiftness, even though Diana had already seen them attack, but she was able to whirl to the side to meet the attack and bring up her small buckler to solidly block the lance. Still the force of the attack sent her skidding back a bit, leaving small furrows in the dirt. By the time she'd recovered enough to counteract her attacker was already gone. The next dive was from a wyvern rider and this time Diana was more prepared, her lance lunged out seeking the rider's flesh, but he darted away, his weapon ready to block even if she had gotten close enough.

 These buggers were fast, however she was now close enough to talk to Hiro and their self elected tactician Tybalt. Diana listened to his hastily spoken plan, it seemed good enough for her, though she was unsure that taking the rules loosely would net them a win it was worth a shot, even if it did mean loosing two members to do so. "I suppose I'll guard Mr. Hiro until we can get rid of these buggers." Diana raised her lance and took a protective stance next to Hiro, "Move and I will follow, I gaurentee they'll have to hit me first." It seemed their training would be hard after all.

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Mikhail hated everything. He hated the stuffy mausoleum, his pint sized instructor, the spreading smell of decay, but most of all he hated the fact that he had left Rollo outside. A cavalier without a mount was about as useful as an axe without a handle. Sure, one could still get the job done, but it was going to be a messy, if not bloody, affair. Not only that, but he had left his Silver Lance sheathed in the saddle.

But now was not the time for complaining. Mikhail had seen the kind of damage a single Risen could cause. It took a great deal of effort to keep himself from shuddering from the thought of what kind of havoc seven of them could cause.

The Iron Sword left its scabbard with a dull rasp. Indeed, this was definitely not the time to waste his breath with complaints. "I'm going to end the mage in the back before she becomes a nuisance," the cavalier announced, his voice calm and collected despite his irritation at the situation before him.

His advance was slow and cautious, ready to dodge an incoming arrow at any given moment, but that strategy had to be abandoned as the melee combatants fell upon them. With a quick flick of his wrist, he parried a savage cut one of the Myrmidon's had thrown his way. Sidestepping another, he bumped shoulders with Claude. "I'm going to need your help cutting through to her," he said without taking his eyes off of the approaching Risen.

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Tybalt Argyris

Tybalt's eyes popped wide as the man known as Hyakuya morphed and shifted into what could only be described as a modern legend, a Manakete. Of all the beings and myths, this was one of the most rare. He personally had never seen one up close, and one making himself so apparant so quickly caused his heart to skip a beat.

"O-o-oh my gods, you're a--" He began in shock before the screech of a wyvern snapped him back into the reality of the situation. "Right, that's extremely useful, especially since that means we have a flyer on our side.

Hiro made his concerns clear as they continued to talk, he wanted everyone to try and run for the ruins. Tybalt pursed his lips, though he had brought up that Hirotsuka had not specified how many of them had to make it to the ruins, the concern in Hiro made it very clear that they did not share in Tybalt's belief of the way the task was stated. Then it hit Tybalt; she only meant the survivors who made it to the ruins would pass, those who did not make it would more than likely be slaughtered by the wyverns, which changed the situation drastically.

Either they all make it, or the ones who don't will perish. The daring mage would have to act accordingly.

"You're right, Sir Hiro, we should starting moving to the Ruins, but as a unit. It will be harder for them to attack a group in comparison to picking us off one by one if we scatter." Tybalt responded to the archer, motioning to the woods. "But you need to lead the way, I've honestly never been to Jotenvarr so I'm not sure where those ruins are, so I'll follow the lead of those that do and provide what cover I can. However, whatever way we take, I suggest we to stick to the forest, as Lady Hirotsuka said the riders can't maneuver very well in the forests, and we can utilize the terrain to our advantage."

As he spoke, he could hear the whinny of a Pegasus Knight dropping out of the sky and through the trees to make another pass, but Tybalt was ready for the descending foe this time. With another flick of his arm, a wind cresent met the attacking Knight well before she was able to get within range, forcing her to pull up and clumsily avoid a large tree. She was off balance.

"Quick! Someone bring that one down!" Tybalt shouted, trying to cut off her escape route with another blast of wind, the brush around him being torn apart by the current.

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The Mausoleum

Claude took the myrmidon facing against him and headbutted it. It wouldn't cause it any pain, but it would definitely throw it off balance.

The stench of the corpse was strong, so much that he felt dizzy for a second. He shook his head and then brought his sword into the stomach of the Risen.

"Go back to hell!" He shouts, takes the hilt of his sword with both hands and then slices the Risen in two with his sword.

Of course, what he expected to be a gory scene was nothing but purple smoke as the Risen disappeared. Well, better than most other ways to get rid of corpses.

After that, someone else bumped into him but, oddly, Claude stopped him with his left hand instead of lashing out at him. Perhaps because he didn't sense any animosity coming from him.

"Watch it there, dude. Don't want to get my coat dirty, do ya?" He smiled and showed Mikhail his pointy teeth.

"Cut to her, huh? Plannin' on fellin' the lady boss in the first few minutes? In any case, I'm right behin' ya. Let's crack some skulls, yo!" He pushed Mikhail apart and then kicked the incoming Risen, the one Mikhail was battling with, and kicked its legs, making it fall down. "Finish it off. I'll cover your ass."

Claude smiled again and made his sword spin some in his hand.

Illian brought her thumb to her mouth and started biting her nail.

This was meant to be a test to assess everyone's individual strengths. See how well they were on their own. Risen were not exactly the best teamworkers ever.

However, and as far as Illian could see, they were not doing that well. The spellblade from before had to be helped by the singer, the cavalier seemed to be not so adept to fighting out of his mount, and the merc, well, volatile and idiotic as always.

With his shout, the other Risen had turned their sights to him.

If he did work as a bait or similar, it'd be nice, but right now he was just making himself a target.

The Sorcerer would turn his full attention to him, trying to take advantage of the merc's low resistance to magic.

This could be a chance or catastrophic for the young hopeful knights.

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The Forest

They were definitely going to go for the ruins. They knew where they were, it was only a matter of time before they decided to move out and 'capture the base'.

She wondered how far they havve thought everything up. After all, the ruins were of course not defenseless. The Falcon Knight she spoke of before was the one in charge of guarding it.

She just hoped they would catch on to the fact that it was ridiculous for their objective to only have some small obstacles and then a clear path to their victory.

The awaiting falcon knight readied her lance and set her sights on the flying Hyakuya and also at Tybalt, who was throwing off balance one of her wing sisters. Her magical resistance was probably enough to withstand one of those attacks, and he seemed the most troublesome.

Then again, Hiro was nearer to the ground and a simple arrow could prove fatal for her pegasus.

She decided to do the most intelligent thing and charged against Hyakuya, try and take away their only flying unit and keep them grounded. Harming a wing was enough, she just needed the manakete in the ground.

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If Hyakuya was in his human form, he would've snickered at the reaction of the young tactician. It seems he has not seen a manakete before but then again, most haven't. It reminded him of the young King when he first saw him transform. Although that was a thing of the past and he had to focus on the present.

He listened in to the explanation of Tybalt about the current situation. Ah, so they were going to make a move for the ruins. It would be easier to do that than to incapacitate all of the seven riders. Although something didn't sit well with the Manakete. Just running towards the ruins with the use of the forest was easy, too easy in fact that he began to have some doubts. Hirotsuka was an instructor who is feared amongst the soldiers so there would... should be a twist. "Sir Tybalt, if I may say something, I speculate that someone must be guarding the ruins. Hirotsuka would not make it easy to enter." He said, sharing his thoughts with the young tactician.

It would not be long before Tybalt would fire at the Pegasus Knight and made it dazed. The Manakete then decided to ready a fireball. Before he could fire though, he heard the quick flapping of wings. He turned around to meet the charging Falcon Knight. The fireball died in his throat and he narrowly avoided the strike of the Falcon Knight.

He positioned himself where in he was behind the Falcon Knight and then started to fire two balls of flame towards the Falcon Knight, aiming to take it down. No, he had to be very careful right now. As the only flying unit, it would be best if he could actually stay afloat rather than on the ground.


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Age: 27
Occupation: Defense Attorney
Nationality: American
Appearance: Desmond stands at 5'11", is of average weight, and with messy eye-length dark brown hair and blue-green eyes. He is trim and fit, though not too muscular, and generally dressed in an expensive three-piece suit. When out scavenging or fighting, he wears black dress pants and a black leather jacket over his white t-shirt.
Place of Residence: New York City, United States
Strengths:
Charismatic: Desmond is a natural leader and orator. He is better with his mouth than most are with a weapon, and is generally well-liked by most he meets -- despite having very few close friends throughout his life.
Competent Mechanic: Many of the young lawyer's childhood memories took place in his father's garage outside of the city, tinkering with cars and engines. His father was a local mechanic, and although he aspired higher for his only son, he still taught the boy all he knew. As a result, Desmond is a pretty good guy to have around when there are car problems. Still, when it comes to the more difficult engine problems and the like, his knowledge only extends so far.
Semi-Trained Marksman: As a boy, when he and his father weren't in the garage, they were often upstate on hunting trips. Through those excursions, Desmond learned how to aim and shoot a rifle and pistol, as well as routine maintenance. In the first few days following the rise of the dead, Desmond took refuge with a group of army veterens, who gave him a silenced pistol and a few pointers regarding firearms. Though he is by no means an expert, the lawyer brings some knowledge and skill to the table.
Weaknesses:
Alcoholic: Desmond, in response to his lack of emotional communication, often took to the drink to relieve the stress and frustration. With the start of the end of the world, this habit has started to grow more severe, though not yet debilitating.
Lone Wolf: The young lawyer is a curious contradiction of rallying extroversion and hazardous introversion. Though he excels in leading and bringing people together, he often neglects to include himself: often performing stupidly dangerous missions alone, or not telling others of a personal situation until it has reached critical levels of importance and he is forced to.
Belongings:
Clothing: Two suits (black, three-piece), some jeans and t-shirts, an expensive black leather jacket, a pair of black loafers and a pair of sneakers.
Weapons: A silenced Beretta M9, a Smith & Wesson pocket knife (5 inch blade)
Aldous Huxley's Brave New World
An expensive black watch, always fastened to his left wrist
His grandfather's dog tags from WWII
Personality: Charismatic, smooth-talking, and professional; Everything you'd expect from a big city lawyer. Around others, he appears good-natured and -- considering the circumstances -- quite content with life. However, by himself he is quite introverted and pensive. When talking, he manages somehow to always be at the center of the discussion, while never actually revealing anything personal about himself. He's learned the hard way that a person's life is taken away all too quickly in this new world, and doesn't want to feel the pain of losing more people close to him. So, he emotionally detaches, and keeps trudging along as an island of miserable solitude, cloaked with the guise of a happy man.

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Sarah Rivera
"I'll love you forever, even after you're dead"

 It was after 7pm, and she was well into her 6th hour of overtime. It was a very busy evening in the ER of Saint Francis. It was an onslaught in fact. Patients were pouring in left and right with high trauma injuries. Her shift had ended hours ago but her replacement had never showed. Walking briskly into ER Exam room 6, Sarah and two other nurses began CPR on a patient who was in cardiac arrest. Her hands squeezed together as she rhythmically continued compression pumps upon the young mans chest. Several minutes went by but she and the other nurses continued cardiopulmonary resuscitation. She cursed silently to herself as the monitor continued the flat line warning. Where was the doctor? The patient stared blankly up at her, the eyes were glazed over. It was to late. The patient was dead.

 She ceased her actions and unplugged the monitor. The hallway was overwhelming with activity. Nurses and patients were yelling. She ran into the hallway and watched in horror as a man attacked one of the doctors and bit him on the arm. A paramedic pulled the crazed man off of the doctor, and a policeman shot him in the chest. The shot rang out through the ER, and a brief moment of silence followed. The man that was shot directly in the chest lunged towards the nearest person, and the policeman shot again. People screamed. Sarah screamed as the man who barely faltered charged the policeman. A third shot rang out and the bullet barreled through the man's head. Blood splattered. The man finally fell to the ground.

 Someone grabbed her. It was her friend, Sasha, also a nurse. "We have to get out of here!" Sasha pulled her down the hallway. It had to be a nightmare. She watched, fear gripping her chest, as more attacks occurred. Blood was everywhere, so much blood and many people were screaming. More gunshots. Just as she reached the end of the hallway, the patient who she had performed CPR on and died stumbled out of Exam Room 6. What was going on? She turned and ran, following Sasha and several others who escaped out of one of the emergency exit. As she reached her car, Sasha peeled out of the driveway in her Mustang, but she glanced towards the hospital. Most of the activity was located outside of the ER. Several cops were firing at the entrance, she climbed into her 2014 silver Camaro SS and followed Sasha out of the back entrance and hauled ass home.

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 Sarah peeked through her living room window, her green eyes scanning the staircase and surrounding areas from her viewpoint on the third floor of her apartment complex. It was located on the outskirts of Wilmington, Delaware where she was anxiously waiting for her husband to return. It had been over a week now since he had left to see if the rumors of a safe haven not far from her apartment were true. She stood from her post at the living room window and walked into the kitchen. She retrieved a bottle of water and returned back to her spot from where she kept watch, careful not to be seen from outside of the window. Her husband had promised to be back by now....

 Movement far up the road drew her attention to an SUV near the city limits sign. It was a fair distance away and she had trouble making out what was going on due to a couple houses blocking her view. Obviously someone had driven the SUV but had come to a stop. This meant that someone was alive. Maybe it was her husband. She moved from the window and grabbed her 9mm handgun, checked to make sure the clip was loaded, then returned back to the window, hoping to see more activity before she moved from her safe hold.

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Ved

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 His head turned up as he heard a slight shuffling above him, looking towards the direction of the sound, he moved slowly, holding the bat at the ready, he prepared to be forced into another life or death situation. Walking silently, he moved to the bottom of the stairs and began to climb them, being sure to avoid the older looking steps to avoid any creaking sounds. As he moved up the stiars, he kept an ear out for the shuffling sounds he heard earlier.

 As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a few loud cracks and the sound of flesh ripping coming from behind a closed door down the hall. Inching forward, he watched the door closely and noticed that it was cracked open slightly, and the back of a male looking figure could be seen hunching over and consuming something aggressively, something small.

 As he made his way to the door, the floorboards beneath his feet let out a quiet groan, looking down quickly, he moved his foot to the side, another creak sounding out. Looking up, he saw the figure freeze, sniff, then return to it's 'meal' as if nothing happened. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he closed the distance to the door, and peered in, getting a closer look of the man.

 Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself, and as he exhaled, his good leg kicked open the door, and he took a long swing, his eye's closing mid-swing, a sickly squishing sound filling the air as his nails and bat pierced, then shattered, the skull of the walker. Opening his eyes, he nearly chocked in horror of what he saw. He was standing in a nursery.

 He slowly, painfully slowly, looked down at the mangled body the walker had been holding, and feasting on, then dropped to his knees, tears falling freely down his faced as he heaved heavily, stomach acid spewing from his mouth like water from a hose. Choking out a sob in between heavings, he continued to vomit until his stomach was dry, then fell to the floor, clutching at his gut and sobbing.

 In the hands of the now lifeless body, was the body of an infant, less than six months old, it's torso torn open from the teeth of it's father, and missing it's left arm, as well as chunks of the skull. Ribs jutted from the center of the body, and flies flew around the carcass of the infant. Blood poured from the body, a small pool forming atop of the older carcass.

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Conner Davis

 Conner let himself stand getting to his feet in a matter of seconds. People, something he used to experienced with now posed a threat to his safety, taking a moment to think about this he looked at the open door with the question on his mind. Should he stick around or should he scatter? Conner did something that had been natural to him since he was a toddler, he paced. Taking quiet steps he darted his eyes around the yard mostly focusing on the sides making sure no walkers made their way back there. This was an ideal spot his eyes moving over to the treehouse, not ideal this was an amazing place for a rest.

 His fingers found their way through his now messy black hair as he groaned out to himself, "Conner get yourself together you idiot."  His eyes closed for a brief moment allowing himself to feel safe for the fraction of a second before the shuffling of rotting feet caught his attention. He opened his eyes gripped the knife he had been holding all this time tighter just standing in one spot, the thing could come to him. His heart sank as an unlikely thing occurred. The younger now deceased male coming towards him had once been his brother. He cursed under his breath for a moment, sure his brother had never been nice to him once in his entrie life but he still didn't deserve this.

 As the thing lunged forward he gripped it by the neck sending the knife into its skull and pulling it out watching the corpse drop to the floor. Conner knew where he was now, he was in the town he once called home. He looked back at each side of the house it seeming as if nothing had followed. He knelt down next to the younger teenager fixing his body so he was just laying there before reaching down and checking his pockets. Finding his wallet and opened it up looking at the driver's license Cameron Davis, at this moment it felt as if the world was playing some sick cruel joke on him.

 No longer caring about the person inside he took a seat setting the knife next to him holding up that wallet. His other hand balled into a fist a river of tears began to fall down his face. Cameron should've become an architect like he always talked about when they were younger. His mind wandered on how this could've happened, his brother had always been the smart one. He just sat keeping watch trying his best to see through the tears.

[Assistant]
With a swift jerk of his arms, he tossed the mangled sign to the side of the road, and let out a barely audible sigh, before turning around to survey the rest of the street. It was an odd assortment, a half-urban hybrid of contemporary America. Adjacent to multiple small residential homes stood a drab apartment complex. Looters had already torn their way through the street, but a house or two remained relatively unmolested. His pistol at the ready, but in a dormant position, Desmond scanned slowly and meticulously back and forth. Shattered windows, blood stains, wreckages were likely no good. One of the townhouses next to the apartment had been impaled at the base by a FedEx truck, totally obliterating the doorway. It was a wonder that the structure still stood, and Desmond didn't want to try his luck on the interior. Two doors down, a quaint blue residence caught his eye immediately. Not because of the intact windows, or the closed, sturdy door, or the atmosphere of peace and nostalgia that pervaded through the view of the structure -- provided, of course, one closed their eyes and mind to the carnage beside, behind, and all around. No, what caught Desmond's attention was the pair of eyes staring back at him through the kitchen window.

It was a woman. Her eyes were wide and alert, and so were Desmond's. He simply stared, mouth slightly ajar in utter surprise, before he was able to shake himself out of the stupefaction and make an attempt at communication. Slowly, he unloaded his gun and raised it above his head, clip and piece in either hand, to show that he was no threat. Walking forward at an even pace, he did not take his eyes away from her's. She was the first human being he had seen in days, and she could be anyone. She could be a killer. But in this world, they were all killers, and he knew that one of them would have to take a deadly chance sooner or later.
"It's okay," he called, and hoped he was right. "I want to talk."