[System]
Diana Prince

Cosplay by Meagan Marie. (Click the link to see more of her incredible work)
Age
18

Powers/Abilities
All Amazons share the same powers and abilities, though each differs on which aspect they are best in.
* From Gaia they gain the power of the Earth. This grants them strength beyond normal and also allows quicker healing when in direct contact with Earth.
* From Athena they are granted wisdom, intelligence, and military prowess. This also helps her learn new languages rapidly and retain them easily.
* From Artemis they are granted the "Eye of the Hunter". This gives them enhanced vision and hearing.
* Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth, granted them the ability to be more resistant to fire, both natural and magical and origin.
* Aphrodite granted each woman beauty and a kind heart.

At this point Diana does not have the ability to fly. In canon it was granted by Hermes, who was a guy, so in this timeline she has not meet him yet because no man (God or not) can walk on Themyscira.

Diana also had won items on Themyscira that she brought with her,
* Aegis of Athena: Her bullet proof bracers. Not only can they deflect bullets but they absorb the kinetic energy. Because of this they are also useful to minimizing blast damage.
* Tiara: It's a boomerang.
* Other objects she doesn't have yet: Her Magical sword and Lasso of Truth.

Weaknesses
Diana had increase her power "ten-fold" by removing her bracers. However prolonged use of her abilities without her bracers will driver her insane.
Diana is not bullet proof. Nor pointy object proof. She can be stabbed, shot, or blown up. She is also susceptible to poison. And is moderately susceptible to mental attacks.
She doesn't lose her powers if she is tied up by a guy (because I'm not going there).
She's naive about how the world really works.

Back story/origins
Diana was born on Themyscira, the isle of the Amazons also known as Paradise Island. It was an Island granted to women by Athena (The Greek Goddess). The events leading up to this gift are not relevant to Diana. Suffice it to say the Greek Gods enchanted the land to protect the women who lived there from men and hid it from the world.

Diana's mother is Queen Hippolyta, making her the Princess of the Amazons. The Amazonian women are all fierce warriors though not all of them employed as such. They practice peace overall and the gentler arts are very much appreciated. Since the Isle was gifted to the Amazons they have never had true war.

Diana's life on the island was the same as all the other women, or sisters as they call each other. While being a Princess she wasn't raised differently from all the rest, apart from the two women assigned to be her body guards. Diana's early life consisted of training both her body and mind. She learned the Amazon's code of Love, Peace and Equality. Warriors of Paradise Island didn't fight for themselves. They fought for each other and their way of life.

When Diana was young she was taught of the world she lived in. This included "Man's" world as her sisters named it. They taught young Diana all about the horrible things that happened and are happening there. Diana however was fascinated by the outside world. Even her biased teachers couldn't curb her. She would day dream in her leisure time about life off the isle. For was it not a basic tenant of Amazon philosophy to teach their way of life to others?

Of course she always struggled with that lesson. She lacked self discipline above all else. She was a little blood thirsty and tended to lack compassion to those who would seek to wrong those she called sisters. It was a lesson her younger sister (by blood) didn't struggle with. Donna was almost five years younger than Diana. The two were quite inseparable. But Donna also didn't have any desire to leave her home. It was their one point of contention. So when Diana left in the night like a thief she didn't bring her tender hearted sister with her.

Currently Diana has no secret Identity, though later the press will dub her Wonder Woman.

Arc ideas
Lasso of Truth: First and foremost she needs to get her Lasso of Truth. It was made by Hephaestus for Hestia so maybe Diana can do something for Hestia in order to be given the Lasso as a gift/payment?

Doctor Psycho: He's probably one of Diana's deadliest foes and gets little screen time. Right out the gate I'd like these two to clash. He'd be her main villain. This arc would be their first introduction to each other. I think he would be good because he's extremely sexist and having him one of Diana's first villains would only highlight the terrible aspects of the world at large.

Sisters: Since Diana did run off without a word her bodyguards will come looking for her. They want to take her back home. Diana disagrees with them.

[User]
A monumental wave burst over the beach of America's East Coast, spitting a blonde haired ruler onto the dry space he'd originally called home. Resolutely, he marched across the shore, trident in hand. His orange upper garment reflected it's tangerine glimmer onto everything he passed.

He'd actually come to Metropolis a great many times throughout his life. In this state of emergency, the king of the seas found it much more imperative that he arrive in a timely manner, and so he did. By foot, by cab, and by unguarded motorcycle he made his way through the danger zone.

He followed the trail of destruction until he was face to face with the mightiest individuals he could've come upon.

Gotham's Dark Knight, Metropolis's Man of Tomorrow and a stunning brunette with metals as polished as his own were but a sample of his contemporaries.

"Hello. I see you are all in the middle of something, but I beg that any of you assist me in my endeavor to protect my people, the residents of Atlantis."

[Assistant]
Justice League Origins

"Hello. I see you are all in the middle of something, but I beg that any of you assist me in my endeavor to protect my people, the residents of Atlantis."

Clark turned around to see yet another super powered being step into the group. That made seven. The group stood in a circle on top of the rubble, dozens of the machines scattered the road. Before anyone could respond, a massive bubble materialized out of the Brainiac skull. within seconds it covered the entire city in the air and began curving to the ground.

"That can't be good." Green Lantern was the first to speak up. He powered up his ring creating an emerald aura around him. As the bubble slowly moved to the ground, the invaders began to chant in their alien language. The only audible word to Clark being 'Kryptonian.'

"Sorry fish man, but it looks like if we don't take care of that skull you won't be able to reach 'Atlantis'." Clark said in a worried tone. Please let Lois be okay. He jumped as high as he could trying to reach the skull, leaving the group behind. Before he reached it, dozens of the flying machines broke off from the circle. He activated his sporadic heat vision before retreating back to the ground.

"Not a solo job then."

"No, we need a plan." Clark took a second to think, the machines had returned to the circle in the sky. Pursuit was apparently not important anymore. The bubble was getting closer to the ground every second now. "Okay, we need a distraction. About three of us should stay behind and get the guards to chase you."

"Distraction's my middle name." Lantern winked at the woman after he said so.

"Okay, we need two more volunteers to help him out. Everyone else get up to the skull."

"How do you expect us to do that, I can't fly." Flash spoke up, it was a good point.

"I can do that too," Lantern said. He created a massive slingshot out of green energy that covered most of the street."If Supes here can make a good hole in that thing's side, I'll send you all through."

Superman nodded and flew into the sky headed straight for the skull. Lantern's distraction kicked in just in time, massive green anti-air shells began exploding in the faces of the robots. Chunks of dead metal began falling to the ground. It seemed that the Lantern was conceived as a serious threat because a large amount of robots nose dived for the ground.

Clark dodged through the last of the guards taking out some every now and then. Finally he reached the skull, its massive tentacles attacked of their own accord. He flew up and down avoiding the attack. The adrenaline in his veins must have been keeping him in the sky. Any flying backup that he had was dealing with the same. He used heat vision to sever one tentacle but another hit him in the back. He turned and caught it under his right arm. With all of his strength, he tore it off sending sparks and explosions up through the machine.

The massive skull turned its head and stared at Clark with its menacing red eyes, one of which was large enough to fit his squad into. "Kryptonian, you are becoming an annoyance." The massive red eyes instantly became brighter. The sound of it charging its energy beams were audible even on the ground. It fired, Clark couldn't dodge the beams. They would have taken out two city block if they hit the ground.

A massive green shield blocked the skull's attack from hitting Clark. Lantern's shield didn't last long, it did give Clark just enough time to fly under the attack and fly straight towards the eyes. Once the emerald shield broke, the attack was interrupted. The shattering sound of both forms of energy braking was defining.

With both fists, Clark flew into the skull's left eye. The resulting explosion destroyed the entire 'eye socket' and left a big enough entrance for the rest of his squad. The problem however was that now the invaders that had attacked the distraction team were now heading back to protect the ship. From inside, small drones began to attack. Their energy beams were much smaller and served to be no more than small annoyances.

Clark punched out a wall on the far side of the 'socket.' On the other side is what must have been the ship's true interior. The sight shocked Clark, so much so that he barely noticed his squad make their "graceful" landing coming off of Lantern's slingshot. The inside of the ship was dark, only illuminated by the occasional green or purple light illuminating bottles with what looked like model cities inside.

Pools of liquid surrounded the ship, and power lines connected to the walls in bizarre areas that were impossible geometrically. He jumped down from his vantage point inside the eye and onto the floor. The light blue goo splashed onto his legs and gave off a putrid odor.

"Nice mothership you have here Brainiac."

[User]
"Superman is it?" Diana asked as she walked up to them. "Are you with or against those Brainiac robots?"

Diana's hands were held loosely at her side. However she was coiled and ready to defend at a moment's notice. This Superman gaped at her for a moment. Perhaps he had never seen a woman warrior. A lot of men in this world had the same reaction. It wasn't gratifying. It was annoying. She was tired of being treated like something new. She missed her sister's comradeship in arms.

"Uh. Looks like we're on your side." The Superman said. Though he didn't seem very sure. Maybe all the muscles went to his head. Still, Diana wasn't about to reject potential allies, even if they weren't very smart.

"Us too."

Diana opened her mouth to respond when a man in green descended from the heavens. A green bubble was next to him. In which she could see a black clad form. She tensed, ready, but he didn't move towards her.

"I'm a Green Lantern, and this is Batman. Bats here didn't really want to come."

The Green Lantern released his prisoner from the green bubble. Kidnapping wasn't something tolerated on the Island. Diana knew it also wasn't tolerated in Man's world. Was this Green lantern exempt? No one else seemed to care. But then again, there was a more pressing issue of giant robots. Not that everyone else seemed too concerned as introductions continued.

"Superman, this is Doctor Fate apparently."
"And I'm the Flash."

By the time the man in red showed, Diana was looking around the area for a better weapon. She cased one of the robots. Perhaps she could use the metal from it to make a makeshift sword. She crouched down next to the robot and looked over it.

"I didn't catch your name."
"Yeah, I was wondering that too. Ever been in space?"

Diana looked up from her examination after she realized she was being spoken to. She stood up and held her head high, ignoring Hal's advances. They weren't anything she didn't have to contend with back in Baltimore. Diana had found ignoring them was the best way to make them go away. Apart from injuring them, but that was a last resort. "I am Princess Diana of Themyscira." A smile tugged at her mouth. "But people here call me Wonder Woman."

"Hello. I see you are all in the middle of something, but I beg that any of you assist me in my endeavor to protect my people, the residents of Atlantis."

Like a herald of bad tidings, motion from above caught her attention. She watched as the main robot emitted light that covered the city like a tent.

"That can't be good."
"Sorry fish man, but it looks like if we don't take care of that skull you won't be able to reach 'Atlantis'."

The sounds of Diana's new compatriots was nearly drowned out by the chanting of Brainiac's robots. Diana didn't waste time crouching back down and pulling out the most manageable metal piece she had found. She bent one part with her foot, tore a leather strap from her skirt and wrapped it around an end. Around her she could hear the others discussing the problem. Distraction and Attack. Divide and Conquer. Diana Approved of the Blue Man's planning.

"Okay, we need two more volunteers to help him out. Everyone else get up to the skull."

"I will aid the Green Man." Diana said. She could distract and without a suitable weapon, she was hard pressed to take down the lesser robots. A good general knew their own weaknesses.

As the Superman flew off, a mass of robots headed right towards them. Diana smiled as the first robot hit. She waded into the fray, using the numbers of the enemy against itself. She lost her makeshift weapon again and went back to hand to hand fighting. The most annoying thing about the robots were the tentacles. She'd go to punch one robot only to find her arm caught. She'd have to rip off the tentacle and once she was finished, there'd be one on her leg. And so it would go until she got so annoyed, with a war cry, she'd grab a metal arm and toss it into a few of its' fellows.

Diana did make sure to say near the Green Lantern. Not because she liked him. But because he was their ticket up to the Prime Robot. If he fell, it would be the Superman's job. Having only one person in battle who can get close to Brainiac Prime was not a good thing. Which Brainiac obviously knew, for it was concentrating on the two biggest threats to it's existence.


[System]
Gender: Female

Appearance: Akyasha is much like the rest of her kin. Pale, pleasing to the eyes…. The most notable features are her bright red hair and the religious garb she wears at almost all times.

Abilities: As a Vampire, of course Akyasha has access to Blood Magic and as a devout servant of Ichor, she also has access to Divine Magic that only Clerics of Ichor would have. The Divine Magics of Ichor are essentially Blood Magic without any weakness a Vampire might have as well as the ability to summon the otherworldly servants of Ichor.

That said, she utilizes her Blood Magic in a special way. When she strikes an enemy with her Blood Magic, she attempts to put a "seed" on or in them. This "seed" starts to drain blood from it's target and will over time sprout as a Blood Magic mockery of a lily, something that Akyasha affectionately calls a "Blood Lily". After she collects the lily, she can utilize it in a couple of ways, but her favorite is in her summoning magic. The amount and quality of blood that she collected influences the creatures she would summon from using the Blood Lily.

Personality: Some describe her as an eccentric. She's a devout servant and follower of Ichor. She follows the tenets as close as she can except for one thing. While she agrees that normally, humans cannot love them, she thinks that they can be made to love them. Though, this typically means that she likes to have plenty of human thralls. Specifically, Human Women that she can dress in her religious outfits and follow the Path of Ichor.

Outside that, one could say that she is every so slightly obsessed with the Cult of Ichor and making it as perfect as she can as well as the betterment of her kin. She sees humans in three ways. The humans worth attempted to turn to the Cult of Ichor and those that are cattle meant for feeding. This does not mean the cattle are to be treated crudely as that would be against the tenets. Preferably, they are to be given their own rooms and things to do as well as well fed. That way, their blood tastes the best it could be.

The third and final way she looks at humans…. Are those worthy of ignoring. As the tenets state not to act with cruelty and treat humans with care, Akyasha finds the best way to care is to ignore those that one does not need to interact with as interaction would bring "undue attention to the undead."

Bio: Once upon a time, Akyasha was a blonde human girl with another name, turned by a Cleric of Ichor. Over the years, she dedicated her unlife to the following of Ichor and rose through the ranks. Unfortunately, during the final years she saw many of her fellow clerics felled by Paladins until finally, she was one of the last few Clerics. Of course, one of the last few didn't matter as she was impaled with a holy weapon and put into an eternal slumber. Only to eventually wake back up in an unforgiving world….

Anything else:

[User]
Giselle de FarryUndead Princess, de Farry

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Despite the man's protestations, Giselle dismissed his concern with a word of appreciation before she followed the tugging gorebat, with some mild annoyance at the way it tugged upon her hair as if it were guiding her like mere cattle. Even if she was without her land and subjects now, she still had the pride of a sovereign princess that had ruled for a thousand years… and that was a treatment that was more than beneath her.

She flicked at the small creature with her index finger. "Enough of that. Shoo. Lead me properly."

Giselle waited for a few moments for the bat to make its moves before continuing on, examining the state of the village as she passed the houses on the street. Given the danger the era and the beasts clearly presented, it wasn't all too surprising that the rows of buildings and houses on the outskirts of the village bordering the forest were damaged or burned. More curious were the barrels placed in obvious chokepoints or strategic places. She wondered what was held within the barrels; were they just to act as barriers, they would have been augmented with other materials such as overturned tables , for example.

Once past the village proper, she found the beastmen in question. And rather curious beastmen these were. They looked suspiciously like the dead creatures that her group had encountered not too much earlier. Upon further examination, it was clear the twenty of them were in fact creations of vampiric origin… which was a rather curious thing, when it came to what else resided in that blackened forest. Would she discover a friend or foe lurking within the dead woods? Whoever they were, Giselle did not have a high opinion of whoever created such monstrosities. In her lands, she would never have tolerated such grotesque twisting of the human form, nor such corruption of wildlife and fauna. Those that created such things outside of her territory she might not have touched, but it was an open secret that she looked down on those that preyed overmuch on humans or engaged in the more intolerable experiments into vampiric magic.

Giselle did not have much trouble making the decision to exterminate this group herself. While she still remained quite weak from her recent reawakening, she still remained confident in being able to take this group. Unholstering her revolver, she unloaded six carefully aimed shots into the group. Even in this state, it was child's play to create the illusion that the shots had been fired from the window one of one of the houses in the village. Giving the creatures a moment to respond as such, she emerged from the trees behind them with her new silver sword to fall upon the stragglers before engaging the main body of beasts.

[Assistant]
Dragan Meszaros

"Well met, then." The armored vampire nodded politely to Giles. "I am Dragan. My companions can choose whether or not to introduce themselves at their discretion."

He set his hammer down on the floor and began moving to help the villagers shove the metal boxes into place. Next to a rabble of malnourished humans, the strength of a slightly-less malnourished vampire would prove to be a boon, as Dragan's strength easily helped set several more crates. As he worked, Dragan called over towards the apparent village headman.

"Master Giles," He grunted as another barricade went up into place. "I don't suppose you'd care to enlighten us as to how many beastmen tend to arrive in these raiding parties? Should we drive these off, will they return in force, or be sufficiently dissuaded from further assaults?"

[User]
Captain Argus Fellborn
Under normal circumstances, Argus would be pleased to see what little remained of his crew. However, it was clear by their menacing advance that they were not here to return to his command. Nay, these mindless corpses were looking for a fight. No doubt his death had caused his hold over them to slip away. Argus would need to rectify that.

"Mutiny, is it?" he shouted to the drenched skeletons. "You lot have forgotten your place- allow me to correct that! And Miss Cynthia- be careful to not damage them too gravely!"

Drawing upon the strength that had been returned to him upon drinking the vial of blood, Captain Fellborn channeled his powers of necromancy, attempting to reassert his control over the skeletons. He might not be able to control all of them in his current state, but just a few would be enough to turn the tide- and secure him a weapon without a fight.

"Strike your colors and submit, you rotted sea-dogs!" He focused on one skeleton in particular, brandishing a rusty sword. "You! Your captain has need of your weapon. Hand it over!"

[Assistant] Akyasha hadn't even flinched when threatened with a beheading, rather, she took an interest in the crossbow the woman had. "What an interesting weapon you have there." Akyasha mentioned before looking properly at the woman. "It should be fine. I have allies I'm traveling with, if they can't handle these beastmen then, well, I probably wouldn't be traveling with them." Akyasha looked back towards the undead crawling out of the river, picking up another rock, taking another head off with it. "And you can just call me, Akyasha." There should be no need to hide her name as of now. "Let me assist in this little Undead problem of yours, Miss...?" The Vampire dragged out, asking the woman's name.


[System]
"If you talk shit about me, that's your own opinion. Keep it that way and I won't have to kill you."
Age
27

Height
6'2"

Weight
167 lbs

Role
Chosen One

Notoriety Level
80%, High Guard Threat.

Powers
Blink, Possession, Bend Time and Dark Vision.

Chosen Fate
Villain

History
Lysander was once a gang lord of the infamous Bottle Street Gang, before they kicked him out and put Slackjaw in power. Infuriated, he went off, trying to find a new way to make a living, but ultimately failed and ended up on the streets. He was attacked by Weepers, and in his dying moments, he was dragged into the Void. The Outsider saved him, and gave him powers to reign terror down on those that caused his downfall. Now he roams the streets as a mercenary for hire.

[User] Dunwall. A city ravaged by plague, and the impending wrath of Corvo Attano, the supposed murderer of the Empress. This city certainly has its secrets, never to be shared with anybody else. How do I know that? Well, I know a lot of things about this city. And about Corvo. A lot of others do, too. Some people say that he talks to the Outsider - a mythical being only believed in by the superstitious, and laughed at by sceptics. So, how could Corvo talk to a man that seemingly doesn't exist? Well, it's simple - the Outsider does exist. He gave Corvo his powers, and gave me mine. And the rest of the Chosen Ones. We all have very different goals, however. Incredibly different goals. Some of us decide to use our powers to help the greater good, others to exact revenge. Nobody knows what Corvo's goal is, but what we do know is that he's turning the city into a dump. The more and more people he kills, the more and more rats there are, and the more weepers. If he carries on like that, we'll all be dead in a month, if that. But this isn't Corvo's story, not this time. We are the citizens of Dunwall, and this is our story.

[Assistant]
Ty walked through the damp, and dark streets of the once great city of Dunwall. He adjusted his dark reddish brown leather coat as he walked. He was considering his next target. A lot of factors went into his choice of victims. Wealth, security, locations, and just how guilty said person was for turning a blind eye on the suffering of the victims in the slums. All this was something he had to think about. He reached into his jacket's pocket, and pulled out a black newspaper boy hat. He placed the hat on his head, and kept his head down as he passed people on the street. He needed to remain unseen, and unnoticed.

He was quite adept at it at this point. He turned into an alleyway, and leaned against the brick wall. He let out a sigh of exhaustion, and rubbed the back of his neck. He watched the streets, observing the people as they all went by, one, by one. The smell of the slums of horrible, just as dank, and depressing as the sight of it. But he didn't mind it one bit. It was his home after all. Ty moved off from the wall when he noticed a rather scrawny, dirty, and very nervous man come down the street. As he passed the entrance to the alleyway Ty held out his hand, and used his supernatural abilites to pull him inside the alley.

Ty grabbed him by his shirt collar, and slammed him against the brick wall. "T-Ty?! I.....I was just looking for you!" The man stuttered in fear as he gave him a forced smile, showing rows of rotten, yellow teeth. "Uh-huh. I'm sure. Where's the information I want? I paid you what's due, and I haven't heard back from you in a while. I'm hurt Ronny, I thought we were mates." Ty asked with a slight growl to him as he slammed him into the wall once again. "I-it's only been a few days! You worry too much!" Ronny replied as he tried to worm his way from Ty's grasp. "Ronny, it's almost been a fortnight since I last saw your ugly mug. The name, give it to me now."

"Come on Ty old buddy, old pal. Let's discuss this like the civilized gentlemen we- Ronny was interrupted by Tygen who pressed his stolen Guards Sword against his stomach. "Ok, ok, ok, let's calm down. Let's just calm down." Ronny took in a big gulp as sweat began rolling don his face. Ty moved the blade's edge down his stomach, and holding it before his genitals. "Oh I'm just peachy mate. Just give me the name of who's selling that watered down piss water that's being sold as a elixir to the people in the slums, and you'll be too mate." Ty calmly demanded as he pushed his blade towards Ronny. "Th-they'll kill me!" He desperately pleaded. "They're not the ones who can kill you with a flick of the wrist!"

"Ok, ok, ok I'll talk damnnit! It's Slackjaw, and the Bottle Neck Gang." He admitted. Ty released him, and withdrew his sword. "Bullshit. Those thugs aren't smart enough for something like this. Who's really behind it?" He asked, his tone becoming increasingly irritated. "It's true, they're selling the stuff. I heard that it might be made by one of Slackjaw's business partners, but that's just a rumor." Ronny doubled over, and began gasping for air, after having a slight panic attack from being threatened. "That's all I know, honest. They'll kill when they find out I told you, they'll find out! Ty, you have to protect me!" The man pleaded, rather desperately.

"Ronny, shut up. You're a somewhat smart guy, I'm sure you'll figure something out." Ty coldly stated as he turned his back on him. "W-w-wait! You can't just.....throw me aside like this!" Ronny pleaded as he grabbed Ty's arm. Ty glared at him, and then at his arm. Ronny immeditately released him. "After all I've done for you?" Ty groaned, and turned back to face him. "You owe me more than I owe you! You remember the deal, I saved you from the Guards, and you gather information for me. I haven't heard from you in two weeks. Our deal is null, and void as far as I'm concerned."

"Wait, wait, wait! I-I think I might have something else for you. Kingsford, I hear he's alive, and a gun-for-hire. He might know something." Ronny added, hoping it was enough to keep his protection. Ty looked back him, and then at the ground. "Yeah, that could be something." He replied with an added nod. "So you'll protect me?" He asked with a hopeful smile. Ty groaned, and rolled his eyes. He took off his hat, and pulled out a slip of paper from the lining inside. "Here, this is the adress of the safe house I'm currently staying at. It's out near the clocktower, it's an abandoned pub, used to be called the Lucky Fin." He explained as he handed him the slip of paper.

Just as it almost went into his hand, Ty pulled it away. "If you tell anyone about this place, I'll rip ya limbs off with my mind." He threatened as he gave him the paper. "You....can't actually do that can you?" Ty raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you really want to find out?" He asked with a smirk. "Fair point." Ronny shrugged. "Oh, and watch out for Weepers. I'd hate for you to mess up your....um....pretty face." Ty smirked before he left the alley.

Ty sighed as he went back to the streets. He didn't really like having to be the tough guy with Ronny, but it had to be done. Ronny's the type that wouldn't get anything done without a forcful hand. He is a weasel, but he is useful to Ty. He's provided him with good information on the local crime world that Ty's used to his advantage. Thanks to Ronny, he's robbed many of the 'high class' citizens of the Dunwall during many of the underworld dealings some of them have.

[User]
Lysander strolled along the streets, a tuneful whistle erupting from his mouth. This caused most passers by to give him dirty looks, all of them pissed off. He merely ignored them or shot the looks straight back. He finally got to the Whiskey Distillery, and his Mark glowed as he blinked to a nearby pipe. Kingsford watched the thugs out front, before unsheathing his sword. He dived down on one of them as he drove his blade through their chest, and slit the throat of another. The final one attempted to blast fire at Lysander, but he blinked behind them and held his blade to their throat.

"Listen, pal. You're gonna tell Slackjaw to be out here tomorrow, after the Distillery closes, and he better be alone. Got it?"

The thug squirmed, but it was useless. "Okay, okay! I'll tell the boss, alright? J-just don't kill me!"

Lysander's lips slithered into a smile. "Good."

He blinked away, seemingly vanishing into thin air. He continued his slow stroll around - this time on the rooftops - as he searched for his next target. This one was a slithery one, as they somehow managed to disappear from the radar immediately after a multitude of murders. Lysander seemed to have figured out how - whoever they were, they knew the Outsider. Now, Lysander didn't mind a murder or two (after all, it was his profession), but this one payed well. 150 coins just to kill some guy that murdered members of the higher society. That'd get him an Imperial Pocket Watch. He jumped down onto a lower section of the piping, before he blinked down and sneaked into the Golden Cat.


[System]
"I'm a cop, my Dad was a cop, and his dad was a cop. What I'm saying, punk, is that you don't want me to remember ya face, because, and this is the best case, you might get away scot free, you might even avoid me for the rest of ya life, but your great-great grandson might not be so lucky"

Physical Description
Phil is built a little bit like a tree stump, he stands at an average-slightly below average height and has a thick neck and limbs. His hair, below his hat, is a blackish grey and his eyes a muddy brown, his body is covered in bruises and scars, and (although his picture might say otherwise) usually has either a sandwich or a smoke in his hand. He leans and walks with a slight favoring of his right side, as his left arm was recently replaced with a cybernetic one, and he both doesn't quite trust it and isn't quite used to it yet.

Psyche
Serving and protecting is what Phil does, it's what he knows, and it's what's in his blood. Though how much of it is to maintain the family honor, and how much of it is to do the right thing, that's anybody's guess. Phil is inherently wary of anybody with "augs", even himself. He's seen what can happen when a good person loses their mind. Phil doesn't like using his gun anymore, he never really did, but now he only uses it as absolutly necessary. Deep down, Phil's got a good heart; he likes the simple things in life, a long drag and a stiff drink with good friends after a hard days work, the feel of cracking a hard case, the sound of the bell that begins a fight, and his son's laughter.

Motivation
Phil was on leave when he heard that a new Special Unit was being formed and wanted on it, a lot of it was that he just wanted to start working again, but, after what happened to his old partner, he wasn't sure he could, or even wanted to, go back to his old precinct anyway, what he did know was that he needed a new start. Besides, this Unit's precinct is closer to home and frankly, the sandwich place around the corner has better pricing than the last one.

Relations
Phil's Son - Amier
Phil's Wife - Anna
Various Other Cops, (Family Friends, Old Buddies, etc)
Various Others (Old friends from school, connections, etc)

Personal History
Phil is the Son of a cop, the son of a cop, the son of a soldier. He grew up in Detroit, not very far away from where he father was stationed, and only a few precincts over from where the unit is assigned. All his life he looked up to his dad, and wanted to become just like him, but when the Police became privatized, Phil's dad was let go. His pension covered the family for awhile before Phil could join the force, but not working changed Phil's dad, he became drunker more often, colder, one night, worse than normal, Phil's dad came at Phil with his belt, and Phil took it. But then the monster headed for Phil's Mom.
That's when it began for Phil; beaten, bruised, and bloody Phil, a teenager at the time, stood between his parents, set his jaw, and looked into his father's blurry, cold eyes, and said "No.", enraging his father and causing Phil to take the belt again and again, until eventually Phil's Dad fell down drunk. Phil's dad never got that bad again, and a few years later he died. But it was at that moment that Phil really knew what he was going to do with his life, he was going to Serve and Protect.
Years passed, Phil rose through the ranks, he was a good cop, becoming a detective and eventually getting his own partner and marrying her sister. The family as a whole became very close, and Detroit even seemed to be eeking out it's own version of peace, all was good. Then suddenly, it wasn't.
The riots, the rapes, the murders, they all seemed to be coming in too fast to deal with. But Phil's partner never wavered, and the "aug" in her brain seemed to be able to deal with the stress, almost better than the ones in her arms and legs, that helped Phil, it helped a lot. Then, one day, She snapped. While running down a particularly disgusting perp, something. Just snapped in Phil's Partner's brain, she drew her gun and began shooting into a crowd, At first it was just shots in the air, causing the crowd to turn riotous and make their lives harder, but then it was directed at the perp, and it suddenly didn't matter who was in her way as long as she caught this guy. So she lined up her semi-auto, and Phil, making a split second decision, took his shot. It was enough to slow her down and get her attention, but not enough to stop her, no, that didn't happen until after Phil had left his arm, and emptied six more bullets.
After that Phil was given some "Administrative Leave", for which he was grateful, but after what felt like a long time of dishes, spending time with his family, and enjoying life. He's ready to get back to work. Phil doesn't know if he'll ever be the same, physically or mentally, but he know's that It's time. So he asked his Captain to recommend him for this Unit, and the rest, is history.

Equipment
Grandad's Stun Baton, not technically standard issue anymore, but Phil likes the way it feels in his hand, and trusts it more than his pistol right now.
Standard issue pistol (seen in pic)
Cybernetic Left Arm: Capable of dealing some serious melee damage, more or less indestructible, also capable of delivering an electric charge.
Body Armor - Resistant to Kinetic and Non-Kinetic (Laser's, etc) damage (seen in pic)
Hat - Stylish

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Lightning strike! A woman just caught her eye, with a bit of an intimidating glare. Beautiful face, this one, something unique in the features, dark eyes and hair. But no time to start blushing like at an all-girl's ward. Dorthy bolted upright in the chair ready to apologize and try to sit still, setting down the phone gently.

"Good Morning Wiesse. I apologize for my rudeness, I normally am a polite person I just received bad news."

She gave her a bit of a side look, odd, someone's mood changing so quickly. Not that Dorthy was any better but she wouldn't admit to it. With some hesitation, she smiled and accepted the cootie catcher. Tips of her fingers twitching, she slowly played with it, reading as if expecting a threat, a bomb or for it to jump at her. "...T-thank you, that's fine," she mumbled.

The woman, Paige, inquired about the nature of the meeting. She shook her head no, her own skin crawling with curiosity. Noticing Paige's notebook, she turned on her phone's recording option. Reliance on digital data over printed could prove to be a setback, yet it was no doubt more reliable than her own distracted mind at taking notes.

Tyrell, the bearded Lieutenant, commanded attention. She spun to face him, arms folded but leg beneath the table tapping quietly with a tremor.

When he spoke of and displayed what she had suspected of the city, at once she could be seen shrinking back in her chair and nodding with familiarity. As he described the requirements, she found herself growing more distant. Then he paused for questions.

Good idea to embarrass herself now than to do something wrong on the job. There wasn't supposed to be hand holding...there also wasn't supposed to be a baby rookie whose previous work could be described most politely as 'random shit.' She had an idea of what he meant, but wanted to head off behavior frowned upon ahead of time. "Sir," she paused, looking down, then "When making contact with targets, are we allowed to communicate with citizen, private and official delegations? Must we disclose our intentions before each interaction?"

Yeah, more than a little of her old personal agent way of doing business was leaking through, and she knew how much she had been warned not to take illegal routes from now on. Still she felt it pertinent, trying to look straight at him with an agreeable face.

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Character Name: Paige Liu

Location: Meeting Room then Lobby
Interacting With: Dorothy Wiesse every so slightly

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Paige takes notes on the perp. This is making her skin crawl and she audibly dry heaves. She suddenly jumps up "I'm sorry." She says as she jogs out of the room patting Dorothy on the head ever so slightly. She stays in the lobby just outside the meeting room. Why is this shaking me all of a sudden? She asks herself. It's not like I can get knocked up and have a kid to protect when all this fighting is happening.. She tries to breathe and slowly gets back into the meeting.

"I am so sorry dear Sir. I just, have had a stressful day." Paige says knowing it's a shitty excuse. "I just need someone I can rely upon. This is clearly an escalation of something. I don't want to charge forward unless needed." She looks at Dorothy sheepishly. Then back at her superior realizing her charming smile won't win back her dignity.

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Dorothy, startled from her concentration by a flux of wind and pat on the head, turned to see Paige flee the room. Her questions left unanswered for the moment, she cupped her head in her hands with an uneasy expression and raised shoulders. Was that friendly? Fingers searched through black strands. Did she mean something by it? She didn't feel anything left behind so was it okay? Slowly, she lowered her arms, just as the woman returns to the room.

"I am so sorry dear Sir. I just, have had a stressful day. I just need someone I can rely upon. This is clearly an escalation of something. I don't want to charge forward unless needed."

The intriguing beauty looked at her, again. Dorothy raised her eyebrows. Her heart fluttered with suspicion, yet also some interest. That's it, she definitely wants something from me. I better find out what it is. Pushing back her chair, she stood and moved to Paige's side. Hand on her chest with some mixture of duty and authority, she said: "Sir, please don't forget my earlier questions. Keeping things legal is on my mind. But if it is appropriate, do you think miss Liu could use a detective for a partner? Simple assistant even? It would be an excellent opportunity to reduce her anxieties while providing me somewhat of an experienced tutor to look up to."

Brushing a loose strand of hair back into its low pony, she grins at the woman. Unsure if this is what either of them really wants, unsure of the outcome, and a little surprised at her own boldness despite the paranoia a partner would inevitably bring about.

[Assistant]
Tyrell sat down at the table and stroked his beard as he considered his options, chatter was minimal among the detectives and officers present at the briefing. He let out a old tired sigh as his eyes dropped down over the young woman, he looked down at his papers before looking back up at her. "While this is an official operation you should use a degree of discretion when conducting and executing your lawful duties as a peace officer. You can choose to identify yourself or refuse to but if there remember to not cause a fucking scandal for the entire department or your ass will go on ice."

Tyrell cracks his hands as he gestures to Julia Fields. "You all need to speak with Detective Fields before you leave, this is just for a medical caution and for other housekeeping items. I don't care what groups or pairs you go out in, as long as you get your job done and don't die I couldn't care. The Mayor is on my ass and I'm sure you don't want him to be on yours." Julia raises her hand and gives a small friendly wave to the group of policemen & woman as well as flashing a smile just to boot.

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Phil woke up in bed, about three minutes before his alarm went off. Usually he was good sleeper, "One of the Best" his wife would joke, but he'd been doing this lately, ever since they put him on leave, really. The head-shrink had had a whole mess a feelings and theories about it, but honestly, Phil figured it was cuz he'd had nothing to sleep for, no long chase to recover from, no case-ending celebration to sleep off, not that he hadn't had things tire him out, of course, just…it wasn't the same.

But that was fine, because today was the day. Phil got up, shut off his alarm, kissed his sleeping wife's forehead, and silently got dressed before creeping downstairs for his secret ritual. He reached the kitchen and his partner-in-crime was waiting for him, weapon in hand, ready for him, he pointed the oblong metal object at Phil
 "You're late"
 "You're early"
The long, silent moment was filled with a million un-saids as the two looked at each other, before losing their self-control and laughing, Phil walked over to sit at the table with his son, tossling his hair as he did, and they ate their cereal together, astray had every morning for the past couple weeks.
 "So today's the day, Huh dad?"
 "Yes sirreee, you want a ride to school before I go?"
 "Yeah!"
 "Alrighty then, get ready"

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An hour-ish later, Phil stepped into his new precinct. He recognized some of the faces, though it was hard to focus on anything what with all the chaos and hustle going on. Phil smiled and breathed in the rotten scent of blood, bodies, and steel. Right where he belonged, as he made his way toward the front desk, Phil had to dodge, duck, weave, and avoid a stray fist every half step or so, but to him, it was like riding a bicycle, it all came back once you were on it again.

After Getting the information he needed from the desk lady, a pretty petite blonde thing who was, frankly, a little TOO helpful for Phil's taste, the thick man moved with what to some was probably surprising agility through the halls until he found it, and slipped in the door and immediately made for the good stuff. and after grabbing a bagel and his Joe, nestled into a seat, letting it all wash over him, and then watching as more people began to slip inside. When Tyrell began speaking Phil paid close attention, He'd heard of Tyrell before but only in stories, and he was looking forward to working under the man. As the young woman, Weisse he thought he'd heard her called, asked her question Phil made a mental note of it, questions like that came from a specific background, she seemed eager enough, still he'd want to keep an eye on her…

Sir Phil spoke up before a mad rush to block the way to Detective Fields could begin Just to be clear, are you really saying our task is to 'clear the shitstorm' in any way we can and that, short of ending up on the wrong side of Internal Affairs, we've got the green-light?


[System]
Human

Male

30 years

1.8 meters (6'2")

Origin: Earth, 21st century.

Occupation: Career Criminal.

Jack's a tad odd, personality-wise, while his appearance is more than acceptable by 21st century society standards. Far too appealing for his own taste. His hair, dark brown with natural rustic highlights, is on the short side, but long enough to get a mean grip on with your fist if it ever came to that. His translucent blue eyes hold a natural slightly narrowed stare, while his cheekbones, like the rest of his features, are strong, solid, but not sharp at all. To Jack, his good looks are a curse, not a blessing. One reason for this is that he doesn't like drawing attention to himself, which is reflected in the way he maintains his appearance, such as his tendency to wear clothing on the dark and dull side. Bright clothing is one of the many things he detests, another is being looked at, by anyone, and another is the grubby feeling of having lengthy facial hair - and yet he is never actually clean-shaven. Overall, he prefers an unkempt look, which, on account of his regrettable good looks, results in a rugged yet approachable appearance, an appearance defected by a subtle and undefined shiftiness in his demeanour.

Odd: Differing in nature from what is ordinary. The literal meaning of the word is the best way to generalise Jack's personality, his views, his likes, his distastes and interests. And it's not that the influences in life growing up made him that way. He was always like that. Even school, a place where most kids take their first big dose of social interaction, was for Jack a place of solitude and reflection. He spent those days in the least conspicuous spots possible; the darkest corners during class, the least observed places on the playground during lunch, most of such times spent thinking on how much he hated it there, how idiotic and unappealing the rest of the student body and their activities were, how to escape that place in the most efficient way possible, and all the while plotting the best way to kill his stepdad. It didn't take too long to accomplish the latter two in one effort - two birds with one stone, so to speak - when at the age of ten he did kill his stepdad, resulting in being sent to juvenile detention until he was eighteen. There were those that suggested, despite being murder, that he shouldn't have been sentenced to spend the remainder of his childhood incarcerated, but apparently the particularly heinous and abundantly clear premeditated nature of the act called for a more severe penalty than what was deemed normal for a pre-adolescent.

Life in juvenile detention was good for Jack, it taught him a lot, like how to become a career criminal. He came out knowing exactly what he wanted to do with his life, and had the connections to make it happen. The first two years of freedom were spent doing jobs for a guy nicknamed Johnny Big, real name unknown, the head of the largest organised crime family in the city of Sydney. Johnny Big also had a sister by the name Jezibel Small - also not her real name - who took an automatic shining to Jack and had his kid within the year of his release. Jezibel named the kid Hannah and took some time out from the life of crime to raise the girl in a more civilised manner than the underground world of crime could provide, only to be killed during a home invasion when Hannah was two years old. It was only then, when Jezibel was killed, that Jack learned that Hannah was actually his own daughter. He wasn't entirely happy about it, and neither was Johnny Big, who nevertheless let Jack live because, in his own words: "Even though you knocked up my only sister, you've always been my best bastard. So I'm letting you go. You're out. I won't support you anymore. But you will take the kid. You will raise her. And you will raise her to be the best damn woman this world has seen – but let it be known, if she ever comes to harm while under your care I will fuck you up so bad you won't ever again remember your own name."

With Johnny Big's blessings, Jack was on his own and in a house of his own, in the suburbs, with all expenses paid, and with a daughter whom he quickly grew to love. All of this was not to suggest that Johnny Big forbade Jack from ever taking part in that line of work again. To the contrary, actually. Johnny knew Jack was going to need an income, but Johnny also knew that Jack could do without the constraints of being tied in with the family. He needed freedom, to do things the way he wanted, needed, in order to at the same time raise Hannah the best he could. This to Jack meant the only thing it could mean: freelance crime. And thanks to Johnny and his connection, not to mention Johnny's willingness to cooperate for the sake of his niece, Jack once again had all he needed to make it happen.

Within a few short years, Jack became the most renowned and reliable freelance mercenary known to the underground, and life was simple for him. He dated no women, and rarely felt the need to, outside of an occasional one night stand for the sake of his primal urges. He had no close friends, outside of the few people he knew from his life of crime, so he never really had many visitors. He kept to himself, as always, and at the times he was out working he hired a babysitter for Hannah. Surprisingly enough, he found being a father rather easy, but he wasn't at all sure his definition of parenting was all that standard. But then again, he didn't really care about ordinary standards.

When Hannah was three or four, Jack started home schooling her, occasionally bringing in a tutor for the things he wasn't really up on, which, as it turned out, was more often than he had expected. But overall, Hannah was healthy, very smart, being raised so well that Johnny Big would swell with pride when he dropped by to visit once a month like clockwork. More or less.

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Piper

Piper knew that look. It was a look Cheryl wore sometimes, when she was trying to convince the other person of something or to get something from them. Whether what the man was saying was true or not, Piper couldn't care less. He could just leave Sonarlis altogether and forage for food in the surrounding forest. It would take more energy than he had right now, but it'd be better than arguing with a human. Why couldn't they ever keep things simple?

His mind thought back to when he'd been observing the strange human at the smelly food home. What would Cheryl do? The answer was with him even before he could mentally complete the question. He'd seen the pattern so many times, it was obvious at this point. Use what he had over what the other person didn't.

Before he could say anything, a new scent caught his interest. His head jerked up, white pupils homing on the second strange human...no, not human. Something he didn't recognise. Mana wafted from the figure, distinctly humanoid and yet missing all the features that made a human. Piper tensed, tail curling around the sconce.

Then it vanished.

Now that it was gone, Piper turned back to Jack, unconcerned.

'Yes.' He thought again about the watch and the coin in his paw. 'But more importantly, your...watch. You call this a little coin, but you don't have any like it, do you? You are a strange human, with strange clothes and strange magic and strange things. Will you use intimidation every time you want to trade something, like you did with the scared old human?'

Then again, if the watch was really worth a lot, one measly silver coin did seem little. He thought harder.

'I'll give you another one', he finally sent, 'but only after you trade.'

[Assistant]
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jack spat, looking at the Pygmy like he was insane. "Did you even see what just happened – what, is seeing something like that normal for you?" As he was talking, Jack considered the Pygmies strain of thought, and ok, he was obviously of a simpler mind; devoted to things like superficial appeal, unconcerned with deeper thought. But it was that intuition that gave Jack an idea. He knew how life worked, after all; money talked, bullshit walked.

so what if…

Jack took the watch from his wrist and spoke to the creature straight: "Okay, how about I just give this to you, this, uhh, magical device? I'll just hand it over to you. Hey, it's only a watch made of gold capable of keeping tabs on the continuum of the universe, right? But there's a catch, cutie. How about we make this interesting?" He attempted to provoke the creature, dangling the watch in Piper's face. "You tell me what I want to know, and I give you my watch. That way you get the watch, but I get what I'm looking for in return, and yet you get to keep your coins as well. Deal?"

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PIPER& CHERYL LUSBY

At his outburst, Piper gave no response. Why should he be concerned with a threat that was no longer present? Cheryl often was, but he saw no reason to adopt that habit. Unnecessary fear was a hindrance. Seeing the stranger's agitation, he chose not to say any of his thoughts. When the stranger finally returned to the more relevant topic of trading the watch, Piper raised his chin, amused.

'You lie,' responded Piper, 'I sense no mana from that watch.'

Even as he sent that message, a trace of doubt crossed his mind. The human was a strange one, after all. Maybe where he came from held mana-concealing materials? Even so, that didn't mean anything until the stranger could show him some of its "magical" capabilities. He jerked back his head as the watch was thrust in his face and his middle pinched, demanding him to stop dawdling around and take it already.

Magical or not, it didn't matter. The offer the stranger put forth was one in his favour and Piper wasn't about to wait any longer for another meal.

'I agree to your terms. As long as the information you ask me to share will not upset Cheryl,' he added as an afterthought.

Cheryl. He hoped she was doing alright in her home.

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The entire house had been ransacked. Cheryl swore under her breath as she stood in the middle of yet another room that looked like a herd of elephants had gone through it. Repeatedly.

Assholes.

She hadn't had time to peruse the house before the funeral - had wanted to be out of it more than anything then - but she remembered how orderly it had been. Carefully maintained. Clean. Neat. Cheryl had felt out of place in a house that she had hardly been in. In the times where finance was the biggest of their worries, Mum had almost always been exhausted from working so much. Yet, she'd always had a smile to spare whenever she saw Cheryl. She'd ask Cheryl about her day, thinking her daughter played outside with the other kids. Cheryl had always avoided the question.

They loved each other, but they had never been close.

The room she was in had been hers, a long time ago. She'd given it to Elena. It was small, only room enough for a bed and a chest. The chest yawned open, scattered garments spilling over the edges and pooling on the floor. The thin mattress on the floor was kicked to the side, hay peeking out at the seams.

She tugged the mattress straight with the toe of her boot. Then she knelt down, collapsing on her back.

All the money was gone. She didn't know if it had been Sancho and his dogs or Elena and she didn't feel like asking the option who was still alive.

She was just so tired. Since the funeral, no, since she'd gotten the letter, she'd thought that she'd cry sooner or later. That the sadness would well up somewhere within her, that she'd...feel something. So far, the only thing welling in her was anger - and even that felt obligatory. She rolled onto her side, leaning her head against her arm. She had to leave soon. Head to Rareckel. Get money. Find the bastard who'd done this. She had a pretty good idea who it was; she just needed proof.

She'd go. Soon.

Her eyelids dipped lower.

[Assistant]
Jack was many things at that moment: Amazed by everything going on. Disturbed by the dark figure that had momentarily appeared on the road just beforehand. Cautious not to wake up Travius. Distracted by thoughta as to whether Cheryl actually did have a boyfriend. Realising he hadn't had a bowel movement in two days. Remembering he had to check the messages on his phone. Enchanted by the little pygmy creature. Glad the pygmy accepted his offer. Hoping this alliance would shed light on his daughter's whereabouts. But the one thing winning the moment for Jack was hunger. He really was feeling kind of peckish.

He also had to think fast as his mind pieced together the fragments of information thrown at him, rolling over every word that Piper projected. The word 'Mana' and its context helped a great deal, allowing Jack to fit numerous pieces of the puzzle together in one contained, glorious moment.

He grinned.

"Magic works a little different on my world." He assured the Pygmy, giving the watch a good affirming squeeze in his fist. "We don't need Mana to do magic. For us it's…. more science based. But to be honest with you, little fella…." Jack glanced around at the night, "Here wouldn't be the best place to discuss our agreement." He gave Piper a raise of one brow with a clever nod, but not conceited at all. "How about we discuss this over some food? I haven't eaten all day. My shout. What do ya say?"

Assuming Piper would agree to the extended proposal, Jack would slip the watch back on his wrist and started walking in direction of the Blackgale Inn across the street. Departing Travius' porch, he would give Piper a little toss of his head to follow.

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 If Piper had agreed and were to follow Jack, they would soon enter the tavern once more. The place was a little on the empty side now, just a few stragglers staring with confusion at the pair. The old bartender was still looking a little worse for wear, but at least he had recovered after wetting his pants and passing out earlier; his mildly trembling lips and an expression of pending doom shading his face as he nervously stepped up to meet them.

"My little friend and I would like something to eat. Something well-cooked for me, maybe some meat and potatoes if you have it? Another bottle of mead."

Jack would then turn his focus to the Pygmy with the intent to relay his order as well…..

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 Cheryl was drifting off to sleep on her strewn mattress back home when she may have been roused by the passing tremble of the mattress and floor beneath her. If she became aware of the slight quake and opened her eyes, she would see a dark figure looming over her from beside the mattress. The trespasser would stand eight feet in height, the hood of their garment almost touching the ceiling with an emerald glow shrouding their entire person. The identity of this person would be completely hidden in the depths of the dark cloak they were wearing.


[System]
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Levonian
Kingdom: Earthica

Occupation: Captain of the Kingsguard
Personality: Ultfic is a hard headed man with a quick temper if you push the right buttons. While he is prideful of his work and his skills he remains humble believing that an egotistical mind corrupts the good nature in man. He deathly loyal to his people and his loved ones with fearlessness in battle that makes him waver under no obstacle. Almost uncharacteristically Ultfic is a cheerful and a quick witted man with a sarcastic kind of humor when around his men or the princess. Around the king and queen however he tries his best to keep himself in check though some of that slips out at times.

History: Ultfic was the first born to a small family with two sisters that would follow quickly after. Like most born into Earthcia Ultfic wasn't born into much wealth or power, he had no promises of becoming much in life. Ultfic took one look at his family farm and new this was not he life he wanted for himself and his future family should he ever have one. Ultfic become enthralled in stories of great battles and of warriors who would stand down whole army's. From that day Ultfic began training tirelessly everyday after his farm work to be a soldier worth his weight in gold. His parents seeing his dedication knew there was no changing their sons mind so instead they helped in any way they could.

As he grew older and his skills became more refined he quickly gained the attention of the King and Queen who saw the potential of having such a young and loyal warrior with his skills at their side. Greatly honored by the praise Ultfic happily accepted their invitation to join the King's guard especially the captain at the time who came to be like a second father to him. The captain saw something in young Ultfic and personally supervised his training believing he would be his successor.

One night while Ultfic and the captain were patrolling the forest around the town as was common for the two, a arrow struck the captain in the shoulder. Looking to where the arrow had come from he saw a group of 3 raiders come from around trees that they had been hiding behind. Quickly drawing his sword he dropped into a defensive stance behind his shield defending his captain hoping the other guards would see the battle that was about to ensue. The enemy's hoped to use their numbers to their advantage lunging at Ultfic. Ultfic struggled to block as many strikes as he could getting cut across his arms. Getting fed up with these intruders in his land he went on the offence quickly cutting down the two who had been fighting as they left themselves open in their cockiness. Turning around Ultfic saw the sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life, standing there with a sword breaking through his back was his captain and master. Letting out a roar of pure agony Ultfic rushed the man standing over the dieing body of his master lashing out in uncontrolled strikes. Clinging of swords filled the forest as the two fought ferociously not giving an inch. Finally after some time Ultfic was able to land a killing blow cutting his sword straight through his opponents head. Falling over his master he began to weep as he could see the life leaving his body. In his dying breath the captain handed Ultfic his long sword telling him "It is now your burden to carry."

Weapons: Long sword

 - Beautifully crafted, it is a work of art that few could recreate. Rare is it to find a weapon in such condition. This is Ultfics sword that was given to him when he was deemed ready to be a grand warrior fit of such a weapon. He makes sure to keep his weapon in pristine condition as it is was a gift from his trainer.
Round shield- to accompany his long sword Ultfic often carries around a round shield similar to that of Viking shields of old that bears the nations symbol on its front.
Skills:
Sword Master- Ultfic while being trained, grew fond of swords which soon became his preferred weapon on the battlefield. Working tirelessly Ultfic became a feared swordsmen amongst the other warriors and even to some outside his home.
Battle minded- most believe it to be a natural gift that Ultfic is able to read a battlefield or a dual in seconds and find a strategy or a flaw in his opponents fighting abilities. While some is simple God given talent Ultfic has spent countless hours studying battle statics of former captains and generals so as to be the service he can to the people of Earthica.
Scar(s): Small line on his right cheek but is covered by his beard. Varriouse cuts on his arms from countless battles and duels.
Tattoo(s):
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Found on his right shoulder
Additional Information: has a Irish/ Scottish accent

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Mel: Boys will be Boys
Grim

As Mel approached the Frozen Candle, he heard the sound of skirmish from within. He couldn't help but laugh. "Just like home," he said, turning toward the guard who had insisted on following him. "Yes, this will do just fine. Carry on."

"Your Highness, I really don't think--"

Mel threw open the door, took two steps in, and thew a left hook at the first guy he saw, immediately entering the fray. The other fighters thought little of the new face as they continued their wild brawl, those on the edges of the tavern cheering wildly for their friends and betting on who would go down first. This went on for not more than another minute before a voice boomed through the tavern.

"INTRODUCING HIS MAJESTY'S ESTEEMED GUEST, PRINCE MELCHIOR OF LUTHRA."

The brawl stopped. Everyone began looking around wildly, and gazes quickly settled on the one-eyed newcomer. Mel froze; his face went red, partially from embarrassment and mostly from anger. He turned his attention to the guard, who had climbed up onto the nearest table to the door before making his announcement, and was now staring Mel down.

"And what a grand welcome I've received. Thank you for your kindness." He kept his tone as regal as he could, but couldn't prevent bitter sarcasm from leaking through. "Now, if you don't mind--"

"His Majesty requires the attendance of all foreign royalty at the palace."

"Of course. And I will--"

"Immediately, so that he may welcome you personally."

Mel inhaled sharply. Glancing around, he spotted someone who looked a lot like his friend Dalious; thinking quickly, he grabbed the man's arm. "I mean no disrespect. I am simply here to meet up with my personal bodyguard, who required alternate travel." He glanced at the man, Mel's eye begging for him to play along. "Now that we are reunited, we shall be on our way."

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Thyrri
"Thy!" Large man wobbled towards her and gave her a tight hug, squeezing nearly all the air out of her lungs. "It's so good to see you again!"

Thyrri gasped for air and smiled. "S.. Seran. I was literally here two days ago."

"And it had already been too long," he winked at her. "Since all the people arriving to the city, I've been having more and more patients. Just hour ago I had to stitch up one Levonian guard who had gotten into a fight with some of that Luthra scum."

Thyrri just rolled her eyes. Like most of the Freyja, Seran was always quick to jump to conclusions and judge people. But he was a good healer and she loved him anyway. "What do you know, maybe the guard was the one to blame. They are known to be hotheaded as well. Do you have any messages for me?"

"Hotheaded…," Seran grumbled. "If I were the king, I would never invite this filth into the city."

A loud giggle escaped Thyrri's mouth. "No, if you were the king, you would spend all the wealth of Exodus on luxury food and courtesans."

"And by that I would support local economy. Speaking of …er... economy, Mahita wanted you to come and visit her and help her with a problem."

Thyrri sighed. Mahita only had two kinds of problems – being pregnant or catching something from her patrons. "I'll stop there on my way to the palace."

"You are so lucky to be able to attend the celebrations in the palace. It must be very… extravagant."

Thyrri sneered, but knew it was pointless to make any comments on the matter. As she made her way towards the Mahita's house, she noticed the increased number of strangers on the streets. There had always been outsiders in the city, but most of them were easily noticeable traders from Primfira.

One of Mahita's servants lead Thyrri to a beautifully decorated living room. Mahita appeared a moment later, wearing an intricate bathrobe, her hair still wet. "Oh I am so glad you could make it today! I have one unnamed royal coming in later and was hoping the problem could be solved by then?"

"I'm not really sure about that," Thyrri shook her head. "Let's take a look." 'The problem' was visible at first sight, but fortunately it wasn't anything serious or contagious. Quick look around the huge bathroom revealed the cause of red itchy rash. "Where did you get this?"

Mahita glanced at the half-empty vial. "Ah, this was a very expensive gift from lord 'very rich'."

"Well either one of your maids stole the original content, or your lord 'very rich' is 'very fake'," Thyrri laughed. "This is basically itching powder in oily solution. I'll give you something for it, but I'm afraid the rash will stick at least till tomorrow."

"Oh no! I was hoping to hunt some fresh meat today," Mahita gasped for air and laughed. "I heard those Luthra barbarians are something to look at."

"Such words from a lady, scandalous!"

Thyrri giggled all the way to the palace, but the stunning display of wealth in the hallways wiped the smile off her face. And it was nothing compared to what was waiting for her in her chambers. No one with a sane mind would even call it a dress, it looked more like entire jewelry shop randomly sewn onto layers and layers of precious fabrics. "Yea, there is no way I'm wearing that," she mumbled. "How would I even lift such weight off the ground?" The maid had already prepared a bath for her, fortunately she knew not to even mention the possibility of bathing in blood. Choosing something more 'normal' out of her wardrobe, a simple pastel dress and only a few of her favorite jewels, she quickly got dressed and headed towards the courtyard.

The soft sound of music and chatter was audible from a great distance. Thyrri took one last deep breath before leaving the relative safety of an empty hallway. Groups of people were promenading in the gardens, talking quietly and hiding behind mostly fake smiles. The servants carried plates full of all kinds of food, both local and foreign, as well as various beverages. Grabbing a glass of wine (and making sure there is no blood mixed into it) Thyrri stood in the corner, watching the crowd and looking for some normal people to talk to.

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Ultfic was finishing his preparations for the royal trip to exodus. He wasn't exactly happy to be going on the trip to the land of supposed blood drinkers and back stabbers but if the King was going so was he. He had heard that all Kingdoms would be present which of course meant that Luthra would be there and only the good lord knew what would come of them being present. Putting the last of his things in his pack he strapped it shut before throwing it over his shoulder. He took one last glance around the room to make sure he had forgotten nothing. Turning around he walked towards where the horses would be waiting for the party. As he passed the various people that worked in the "palace" he greeted them with a smile and a small bow which many gave back.

Stepping outside Ultfic saw the stable boys making the final preparation for the journey. He had arrived just in time to see his shield being fitted to the side of the horse a sleeping bag being strapped to the back. Taking Ultfics bag the stable boy quickly added it to the horses load. "Your horse is ready lord Ultfic." the young boy had said with a bow. Ultfic quickly put his hand up stopping the boy from continuing "please don't refer to me as a lord for I am not one and most likely never will be." Adding in a smile "but I appreciate the gesture." he fished after tossing the boy a couple pieces of gold as payment which was far more than most of the stable hands were giveing if they were given anything.

As he turned around he saw his King and Queen had just arrived each wearing the best they had obviously trying to impress the royals of the other kingdoms. Giveing a small bow he greeted them "My lady and Lord" before getting onto his horse. He had already instructed his men on the formation they would be in for the trip. It was fairly simple one, on each side of the cart with two behind and Ultfic taking point in front of the caravan. As they continued on he could be heard humming a quiet little tune and perhaps even a whisper or two of some lyrics.

As they neared the city he could hear the loud music and yelling of what sounded like a city wide party was happening. Ultfic had to admit he was excited about what would come and who he would meet while in the palace. Though if he was being honest he still didn't trust anyone outside his kingdom which he was trying to get over for the Kings sake and for the sake of his land. When they finally reached the main gates he left his horse, after making sure to grab all his belongings, to the servants at the gate who would take them and keep them in the stable until there departure. Sliding on his shield he walked behind the King and Queen at a respectable distance, enough to give them space and not to intrude on them but close enough that he would jump in and intervene in any problems they may have.


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Appearance:

Donny is 5'10 and weighs 224 pounds. He keeps his hair short and tries not to get his face hit too much. He's very pale due to living in the metro for most of his life, and even working the gunforges have failed to tan him since he actually wears all of his protective equipment when he works. He has a couple of scars on his arms due to training and from work so he tends to hide them with long-sleeve clothing.
Age: 25
Occupation: Gunsmith
History: Donny was a young boy when the calamity took his family. His parents were the first to die; they did everything they could to make sure he and his siblings survived the initial cold snaps, even at the cost of their lives. Afterwards Donny, his older brother, and his two sisters had to quickly make themselves useful in the underground colony located near the Great Lakes of old America. His little sister died of pneumonia when Donny was six. His older sister was murdered by a sick man who tried to have his way with her. His brother was sent into exile when he killed that man. This left Donny, at the young age of 9, the sole survivor of his family. He was noted for his quick hands and knack for tinkering, something that earned him his daily bread and got him a chance to raise his status in the colony. He was tasked to making bullets: without grand machines to pack and load power every bullet had to be hand made, and Donny's quick fingers made short work of most small calibers. As he grew older, he became more skilled at making these bullets, and even started making weapons, armor, and bits of technology.

As his Colony grew so did their needs. Initially they survived via fishing, however thanks to the hostile weather above the colony was unable to sustain a fishing population that could meet their food demands. Rationing had to be done, and soon people had to turn to eating nutrient bricks made out of mutated insects and cave moss. But there was always a lot of guns and bullets in his colony. And it wasn't long before the colony started using those guns and bullets to steal from others. Initially they offered to trade, but when they couldn't get enough food they took it by force. Donny knew this was simply a necessity for the colony, but he couldn't help but feel less and less appreciative as his colony seemed to just be going to war with everyone around them. "Hasn't there been enough destruction?" He would often think.

It wasn't long before Donny had thoughts of finding a new colony. He was spared from having to join a raiding force thanks to his gunsmithing skills, and he continued to use it for the colony. But every so often, he would make a gun that was missing a nonessential part. He'd pocket it and when he got back to his home, he would add it to a weapon of his own creation. He did this for years, going unnoticed as the colony grew and raided. The choking scent of the gunforge protected Donny from looking at the atrocities his colony committed. He couldn't even pretend they were doing what they did out of survival: they simply had the power to do whatever they wanted and no one around them could stop them.

By the time Donny turned 25, he made a critical mistake. The new Warboss of the Colony commissioned Donny himself to create a big gun for himself. A Heavy Machine Gun so large that it needed to be mounted on wheels to use. Donny knew what he needed to do though, and made sure to request much more materials and parts than he actually needed so he could not only make the weapon, but also finish his own personal projects. Things were going well at first but during his time in the colony he had made a lady friend. A young girl who he saved from a life of slavery and tried to teach her his trade, and thought maybe he could even take her as a wife. But he let his guard down around her. She found out he was stealing parts from the colony and when he got home he was confronted by the Warboss's men. They promised they wouldn't kill him because of his skills, but Donny knew better. His colony was not a kind people. There was no such thing as mercy among them, and Donny had no intentions of becoming a slave. So he fought against these men, gathered his things, and escaped the colony before they could catch him.

Donny was able to finish his weapon, even cobbled together some armor and other equipment, but he was living on borrowed time. It wouldn't be long before the elements or mutants got to him. He needed to find somewhere else to go. A new colony who wouldn't know who he was. He knew of such a place: supposedly there was a colony full of outcast exiles, even mutants, hoping to make a home for themselves near the remains of a blasted out city. Ordinarily such places were a death sentence due to high amounts of nuclear radiation but Donny didn't have much of a choice. Most other colonies near him were raided to death or under the authority of his old Colony. So Donny headed east to this fabled colony: Underhaven.

Proficiency:
Gunsmithing - Donny has been making weapons and firearms for years. He could make a bullet out of a tincan and some grease, and make a gun out of a pipe and some string. He's also been able to make other weapons and even armor, such as knives, clubs, breastplates, and even shields. If you can kill someone or if it can save you from being killed, Donny knows how to make it.

Close Quarters Combat - While Donny never went on the raids, he was still made to train in case the Colony was ever under attacked. In particular he took up fighting in hand-to-hand as well as tight corridors very well. Probably helped that he did a bit of karate when he was still a child, before hell froze over. His near-sightedness makes him terrible at longer ranges though.

Physical Strength - Donny is quite simply a very strong young man. He kept himself fed well enough that he isn't malnourished and working the forge kept his body in good physical shape. His preference for heavier armor has conditioned himself to have a great amount of stamina and to be able to take heavy blows and even deflect them with minimal movement. Against most other human enemies Donny could likely be a juggernaut to them. But he's still made of paper if he has to go toe-to-toe with a mutant, perhaps even worse since his fighting style doesn't exactly give him a great amount of agility and speed.

Foraging and Cooking - One of Donny's secrets to having good health is being a good chef. Sure, Nutrient Bricks were basically 90% of his meals, but occasionally he was able to sneak some spices like salt and black pepper, even the occasional lemon, into a meal and make it half-way palpable. Not to mention he's come to learn how to make most of the mutated plants taste decent as long as he takes time to cook them instead of the usual method of chopping them up and packing them into a blender.

Technical Tinkering - While most of Donny's crafting expertise is with guns and weapons, in his early years he also had to work as an technician. He's generally familiar with how most machines work and why they might be broken, and could even operate a computer as long as the keyboards are still functioning. However he lacks the true knowledge to actually make anything that doesn't shoot or hold an edge so at best he might be able to repair broken machines.

Equipment:
Hexduo Revolver Shotgun - Donny's pride and joy. It took him over ten years to put this together but he made sure it was perfect by the time he took it with him out of the colony. A double action revolver rifle that can load six 9 gauge shotgun rounds and three .50 caliber rifle bullets, made extra sturdy to the point that Donny can and has bludgeoned people to death with it. The bullets are difficult to make however, so he needs to conserve his ammunition and wait until he can get a proper set up to make more ammunition for himself.

Runner Pistol - Donny's personal sidearm. A revolver chambered for .223 or even 5.56 rounds, both where are quite plentiful around the Metro. He calls it the Runner Pistol thanks to it's light weight and the 5.56 being plentiful ammo, allowing him to use it frequently "on the run". Largely a weapon for self-defense as he has .223 to deal with humans and AP 5.56 for dealing with armor.

Crash Axe - Both a weapon and a tool. Donny didn't actually make this one, having brought it from a scavenger from the Colony when the handle broke off. After gathering the right parts and fixing up the tang Donny was able to repair it to his signature weapon of choice in a close combat encounter. Useful as an axe, yet precise enough to use like a knife, with a sharp pick to break glass and dig into stone or ice.

Rebar Knife - Quite simply a knife made from a length of steel rebar. He carries quite a few of these for general purpose knife reasons, and often this is what he uses for trades. They're easy for him to make and useful enough that people would want them. Weighted well enough to also serve as throwing knives.

Survival Armor - Donny's personal survival armor. He has a full metal helmet that can withstand small arms fire and help deflect rifle rounds from a distance, and his body armor is made of a mix of mutant leather (which is as tough as kevlar) and iron plates. The armor around his arms and legs are just thick mutant leather, and he unfortunately doesn't have any gloves. He wears thick insulated camouflage pants and sturdy snow boots. On the back of Donny's armor is a gas generator he sometimes fuels that connects to his helmet: it helps filter out radiation and toxic chemicals but is quite loud and requires oil to use.

Fire Bombs - Also known as Molotov Cocktails, this is Donny's go-to weapon against mutants. Made from glass bottles he finds and whatever oil he can scrounge together into a flammable mix. Needs an external fire source to make deadly though.

Gunsmithing Tools - A few tools Donny was able to grab when he escaped the Colony. They can help him maintain and repair guns as well as make some ammunition, though he still needs the raw materials to do so. A proper facility will allow him to make more complex weapons and higher quality ammunition.

Rope - Handy length of rope to tie things up. Made of mutant leather for durability, though this also makes it prone to snapping under heat.

Nutrient Bricks - Tasteless bars of bug bits and moss. Donny frankly hates eating these things but he'd rather not starve.

Moss Wine - Hydration is necessary to survival, and unfortunately water freezes very easily even within the metros. So Donny has a canteen full of Moss Wine as it can keep him hydrated and doesn't freeze even at subzero temperatures. Tastes like blood and sweat though.

Lighter - A relic from the old world. Still has enough fluid inside to work.

Pack of Cigarettes - Also known as Old World Gold. Tobacco is in high demand all over the world and Donny is lucky enough to have found an unopened pack of menthol cigarettes when he was escaping the Colony. Donny's not much of a smoker himself though.

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It wouldn't be hard for Cat to catch up to Donny thanks to her agility, as well as the fact Donny was trying to enter doors that were locked or blocked off. If he wasn't in immediate peril he might have time to break through but alas, every second would count. The pseudogiant was indeed sluggish to climb the rules, but what it lacked in finesse it more than made up in sheer brutality. Cat and Donny would hear it leap from the bottom floor to their floor, tearing apart the walls and floor of the hospital to reach them. "Oh fuck."

Eventually the two would cross the hall where the giant must've broken through. The mutant itself was barreling down the hall, giving both only a few seconds to brace themselves. But Donny had an idea seeing as you decided to follow him. He cupped his hands together and lowered himself to the ground. "I'll throw you across! Then you help me jump the hole! Hurry!" Donny said as the monster continued to roar and build speed.

[Assistant]
"Why did I even come to the surface?" She asked herself as she ran after the man, turning the rope in a rope bundle as she ran. It was a trained subconscious action at this point since she often did it as a soldier. She saw him trying doors one by one, well why didn't he just shoot a lock of or something? Granted loud noise and all that, but with the snowstorm that would likely hit any time now outside, it wasn't likely to make any difference or allow anything to notice it too easily. In any case she felt the floor tremble as the thing fucking jump." How is that thing even moving underneath it's own mass let alone jumping?" She complained as she ran forward, seeing the man offering to jump her across.

 "Alright!" She called out to him as she ran, speeding her step even further, creating more distance between herself and the mutant as she ran at him, she jumped, stepping at the precise moment needed in his hands and pushed herself out to jump once more, using his movement to propell herself even further as she landed on the other side with little difficulty. She turned right away." JUMP! I've got you!" She called out to him as she reached over her edge of the hole, waiting to grab his arm, though she also still held the rope, just in case he didn't jump far enough to grab his arm, so she could toss him the rope and then pull him back up.

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Donny needed a few steps to build moment. A few steps too many. As he jumped, the beast caught up to him and clipped his leg. His jump was thrown off but he did catch your hand, his massive weight nearly pulling you off your feet. Fortunately Donny caught himself on the ledge and was able to pull himself up. As for the mutant, its momentum was too great for it to slow down and crashed into the wall out of sight, the sound of cement and glass shattering bring the only indicator of its fate.

Donny crawled away from the ledge and tried to stand up. However then he stumbled; his foot had barely grazed the pseudogiant but that alone was enough to bruise him. "Goddamn. Fuck. Ow." He said with heavy breaths as he looked around for something solid. There was the rotted remains of a wooden bench which he broke down until he got a straight stick and turned to you. "Can I have my rope back?"