[System]
Carnation Hendricks

"Someday, I'm gonna rule the fuckin' WORLD."
Alias: Bloody Orphan or Skinglove to the public. Carn or Morgan to those she knows and trusts.
Age: 10.5
Gender: Female
Nationality: Australian
Appearance: With brown hair reaching barely to her shoulders, several freckles adorning her cheeks, and a shorter and more delicate frame, Carnation stands underweight with her short height of 50 inches even (127cm). Her clothes are normally oversized and run the gamut of being darker colored. Her shoes are old, ratty, and torn, but they serve their purpose to make sure that she doesn't step on any nails or anything. The only thing of value she wears is an oversized trench coat, with the sleeves rolled up and the tail of the coat barely lifting off the ground while she walks. It carries a lot of her things, and it's just a really nice coat.

History:
Born in Sydney, Australia, to her proud parents, Carnation was set up from the start to have a future reared in a magical destiny. She had heard tales of her father's work as a warlock, and wanted to be just like her dad, if not better. She displayed a bit of magical talent at the early age of four, and she had been practicing the magic with her father through a focus that was rather mundane - an oaken wand hand-crafted by the bloke - but it was never satisfying enough for her. It wasn't until she found a special voice under her bed.

The voice spoke in a sultry, yet masculine voice. It promised her the power she wished to seek, and a way to use that power to the furthest limits. Of course, this came with it's price, and the price was obviously that of a sacrifice or two, so at first Carnation denied. The thought of her sacrificing her own mother and father as fuel for her passion was... too risky. Too terrifying. Too awful for her.

She continued practicing her magic with her father, trying to hone it to a point where she could rival his strengths in magic. When she turned eight, her abilities waned. She couldn't improve and she felt like every time she tried to win her parents affection was spent fruitless. She couldn't get better and she couldn't impress them and show them how much she wanted to learn.

Carnation returned to her bedroom, and she made a deal with the voice under her bed. She'd offer up the sacrifices of her two parents in exchange for the strongest focus she could ever obtain. Something she couldn't make on her own, and something nobody would ever want to find out.

So the deal was struck, and Carnation began to wander the streets with a new leather glove.

The girl had it rough for a while, adjusting to street life, but she made it by after her body found her situations that didn't exactly fit the bill of something... good. Many pedophiles met their end as Carnation's kill list grew and grew. It attracted the attention of a demon banker, Antonio, that eventually struck another deal with Carnation. He would keep track and tally the souls she had been accumulating over her works as a vigilante / street rat at the low cost of his own interest. It worked for Carnation, and the two had a deal struck.

Things went pretty well for Carnation for the next year after meeting Antonio, but all good things come to an end as Antonio summoned himself willingly for once.

And with him, he brought a letter addressed to Carnation. How he got it, Carnation doesn't know or care, but what she does know is that it's calling her to Boston.
Sin: Lust - She hungers for power like nobody else she has met. She doesn't care how many must die in her wake, she will find a way to get this power.
Virtue: Temperance - When you grow up on the streets, you learn to make sure all your food is preserved and rationed well. Carnation knows this better than most.
Personality: Let's let herself describe it.

"I am the lowest of the low as I stand before you. I look like a small child, but my hand is decorated with the skins of my biggest mistakes and my greatest assets. I eat cookies and crap the thunder that will bring you to your knees and push you to tears. I am the child you find in an alleyway crying only to see her reddened hand grip your arm and choke the life out of it, the ashes of your life blowing away in the breeze. I choose to spare you this once, peasant, as I know down the road I will be ascending to royalty as I govern you all as the Queen of Earth and the dimensions beyond. Remember this mercy."

Keep in mind, Carnation said all of this to her stuffed pig, Mister Barny.

Skills: Knife fighting and butterfly knife tricks, haggling, lying, deceiving, baking, and running. She's learned a fair bit of these after she began fighting the dangers that the streets hold.
Spells:
- Limited Pyromancy : You are allowed the ability to manipulate fire to your whim, however limited it is. While you receive immunity to fire as a result of having this, you cannot generate fire out of magic and you may only work with preexisting fires. You also suffer from range issues, making your range rather short as it only extends to roughly twice the size of your arm as for what you can fully inflence.
- Ricochet : Your throws and tosses can ricochet so long as you desire it to. Impossible shots are now made possible as a result. (Gives an item you throw elastic properties as it collides with the first nonliving surface, allowing it to bend physics.)
- Shadow Stride : Move through the shadows as if you were one with them, melting down into a black shape of your body to do so. You cannot deal any damage directly while using this, and you are restricted to moving in areas where shadows exist.
Equipment: A sharpened butterfly knife, Mister Barny the stuffed pig, a series of random trading cards of different series, a business card for a demon bank, and a mobile phone.
Focus: A glove made entirely from the skin of her dead parents, cured and turned into a nice darkened leather.
Other: A majority of the worldly belongings that Carnation owns were looted off of the numerous thugs and pedophiles she has ended. She also enjoys sweet tea from the southern part of the United States. Don't ask her how she tried it, just know she does.

This path may be barren, but you bet your ass I'm walking it. Who's comin' with?!

Pacts

Name: Antonio Ronaldson
Titles: The Bank Teller of the Seventeenth District
Ranking: 2
Domains: Currency
Appearance:
Gift Name: Deposits and Withdrawals
Effect: A small rift opens up in front of the caster, allowing them a connection to Antonio directly. While the rift is open (for a maximum of five minutes at a single time), the caster is able to make transactions of the souls they have accumulated, just like it was a bank. Upon opening the rift, the souls of the recently deceased within a five meter radius are taken into the rift as deposits, and they can then be used as currency and exchanges for the summoning of other demons and the forming of other pacts with other demons.
Cost: Instead of an immediate cost, Antonio saps the vault of its souls at a constant, but slow, rate. A soul is drained every two weeks, and it keeps both parties happy. Currently, there are around 10 souls in the vault right now in Carnation's name, and the next soul will be drained in about 5 days.
Summon Cost: The vault must be emptied for the physical manifestation of Antonio to come out and play. Even then, getting him to play and do anything severe is something he doesn't even do normally. He doesn't enjoy getting involved in combat. He's a businessman, not a boxer.

[User]
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Mallaidh stared transfixed at the brain, like a snake to a charmer's flute. It took several seconds for the accusation to register. When it did, she scoffed, and began a response that withered like fallen petals from her lips when death was brought into the equation. She swallowed. Her lower back was suddenly very damp, and the room felt small.

Thankfully the others didn't seem so taken with this accusation, immediately turning upon him with all sorts of rhetoric and reason. Mallaidh unclenched her hands. Blood dripped, only once. She didn't notice.

Before her knees gave way, she fell into a chair, trying to suppress her now-wilting tremors.

She sat, wordless. Alonzo was the only one she knew to be lying, so she let the others handle him; best not draw herself into the limelight again. She stared into her palms, trying not to let the malaise steep her mind.

[Assistant]
Alonzo smirked as the others began to gang up on him, and chuckled with clear superiority. "Oh ye of little faith." He shook his head, looking downward, then began speaking to each of his aggressors in turn, starting with Erin. "My dear, any attempts upon my life would be quite inadvisable, I assure you. The last person to try is, well, right here." He tapped the lid of the jar sitting in front of him on the table, then turned his gaze to Carnation. "Little miss Hendricks, they are always with you, are they not?" He then spoke to the entire room, standing up from his seated position. "I have been paid by kings and celebrities, politicians and peasants, for everything from murder to espionage. If I have had the honors of Queen Elizabeth's parlor, why should this modest manor be uncomfortable to me? Your logic is pathetic. Or perhaps you would like me to divulge your secret," he spoke dramatically, turning to Elizabeth with a wry smile.

"I believe that's enough, Sebastian," spoke Lady Eve for the first time. She stepped forward. "At this point you are only digging yourself deeper and ostracizing the others. Best to put on your face again, love."

In an instant Alonzo's entire demeanor had changed, as though he were a completely different person. The tense-yet-comfortable shoulders slacked, the steely eyes became more apathetic, and his tone certainly was not that of a professional, but more of a slacker. "Man, it was just getting good. Alright."

Alonzo's skin began to bubble and reform, taking on a new tone, new height, weight, his hair altered in cut and color, even his clothes were changing. Before the group stood a new man, completely different from the grizzled, scarred Alonzo they had gotten to know over the last few minutes. "Sup?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "The name is Sebastian. Call me Seb if you want. I'm Lady Eve's son." He sat back down, slumped really, and put both feet up on the table, crossed.

"Love, mind your manners." The Lady's tone was stern and strong. Sebastian rolled his eyes and straightened up in his chair. "Well done. That took far less time than I had anticipated. Sadly it did not give me the opportunity to observe many of your tactics and abilities, but my son will fill me on on his own observations as well."

Sebastian gave a lazy thumbs up. "I can't peer into the dark depths of your minds, but I can read surface thoughts. Anything you're actively thinking right now. It's pretty cool."

"Yes, well," Eve straightened up and blushed a bit, embarrassed by her son's blase nature. "I want to thank you all for participating at this time, and I apologize for any inconvenience. If you are no longer interested in my proposal, you are free to leave. My butler will provide you with a check for $5000 just for coming tonight and participating. If you are interested in pursuing this endeavor, then I believe it is time to work our the details, yes?"

[User]
"Fuck he knows," Carnation muttered under her breath as she sat back down, glancing directly at Lady Eve as the situation resolved and explained itself. Alonzo - Sebastian, rather - was the son of Lady Eve and was the mole like Erin had suspected. Carnation was... heavily against Sebastian knowing her surface thoughts. It was her own mind, even if it was the surface, and she didn't like how he was using his magic to see into her psyche. It wasn't right.

Lady Eve brought up the ending of the situation, and Carnation saw everyone else in the room glancing at the others. It looks like the youngest was going first on his decision, which was kind of sad to be honest. Carnation took three steps towards Lady Eve. "I'm in. Though I want to talk with ya' on th'side for the matter of me being legally here, Lady Eve." Carnation looked towards everyone before she spoke again. "Some bloke lost his clothes in Aus' and gave me a suitcase to ride in."

Glancing back at the group, Carnation looked at everyone and began to profile them in her head, just for her own reference.

You had Ross, a man who liked to slam drinks and probably was in way too deep to get out at this point. He didn't seem like a bad guy, rather just someone who got caught up in the wrong place. Carnation wondered if he would be willing to hang out with a supposed 'serial killer' in the downtime this group would have if he stuck around.

Moving on, Mallaidh was tricky to identify. Like Ross, she seemed caught up in the wrong crowd, but unlike Ross, she was more of the opposite of the others here. Ross was just a nobody, but she seemed like someone who spoke the truth. If she needed to be silenced later about the details of the people she just met, well, hopefully Antonio wouldn't mind getting another soul in the vault.

Elizabeth was a character. She was quick to figure things out and formulate ideas that made sense. She was dangerous in the right places, but valuable in them as well. She seemed to be the first to notice Carnation's hands as well, which was quite interesting indeed. She wasn't one to play around with.

Devyn was... Devyn. For this entire meeting, she didn't act like she was really involved. She was fine, Carnation guessed. There weren't any problems with her immediately unlike two others here that had problems. Carnation would give her a 3/5 on Yelp if she could.

Carnation didn't understand Erin. From the gothic vibe, to the vial of blood, to the slight Germanic accent, Carnation could only guess several things about the woman. One was above all else, though, and that was how protective she was of Carnation despite just meeting her. It was disgustingly nice, and it made Carnation gag slightly. Carnation would ride it out with her for a while, in case she turns out to be pretty cool, but for the immediate future, there wasn't any trust forming on Carnation's end.

That only left Sebastian. Out of this entire gathering, Carnation saw the most of Sebastian's character, and she didn't trust him at all. He might've been the son of her future employer, but the trickery he pulled off with the brain from the pocket dimension, being Alonzo entirely, and reading her goddamn mind, he wasn't giving Carnation a good impression. A close eye would be kept on him, that's for sure.

Carnation looked at the rest of the crowd and addressed them all at once. "C'mon kiddos, don't tell me that I'm going into this solo."


[System]
Age: While in human form, appears to be in his early to mid twenties. Actual age unknown.

Race: Etherious Demon

Magic: Curse: Bone Control Curse.

Logarius is freely able to freely manipulate his bone structure for different combat situations. When he needs to focus on speed, he can decrease his bone density to an almost hollow-like state, allowing him to move quickly, but at the cost of making his bones brittle and easily broken.

When he wants to take a more defensive stance, Logarius can increase his bone density to the point where his bones become harder than steel. While this provides him with an incredibly defense, especially against blunt weapons, the increased density makes Logarius slow and susceptible to other attacks. And while this defense stops attacks at his bone, any flesh, veins, and other tissue that may cover the bone will be damaged normally.

Besides these effects, Logarius' curse also allows him to use his bones as weapons. Due to his Curse, he can extent his bones, and even create new ones in a matter of seconds. He can have sharp bones protrude from various parts of his body, and use them as blade-like weapons, making him incredibly adept that close quarts combat. The shapes and weapons he can create is nearly limitless, only limited by his imagination. The more intricate the design of the weapon is however, the more Curse power is used in the creation.

Being an Etherious Demon, Logarius has more strength and stamina than humans. He is also capable of entering the "Etherious Form," in where he enters a more demonic form, and his Curse powers are enhanced greatly. While this mode is incredibly powerful, Logarius can not retain it for an extended period of time. The longer he stays in Etherious Mode, the more exhausted he will be upon exiting, even falling unconscious for days if used for too long.

Magic Level: A

History:

As all Etherious Demons, Logarious was born from a "Book of Zeref." Unlike many of the Etherious however, Logarious did not join the Dark Guild Tartaros, but instead wandered the world alone, wreaking havoc and mayhem wherever he went. He killed indiscriminately, actually taking joy in bathing in the blood of innocence. Sadistic and unforgiving, he constantly searched for someone who could give him a good fight.

Logarious' life changed when he finally got his wish. Fighting against a wandering Mage, the Etherious Demon fought hard, and after a fierce fight that was said to last for an entire week, Logarius had been defeated, and seemingly killed.

However, Logarius would awaken, weaken, barely able to move, but somehow...alive. It was a human girl who had found the Demon, near death, and brought him into her home, and cared for his wounds. As he lay there, unable to move, unable to leave, he had no choice but to listen to this girl's story. Abandoned at a young age, the girl had cared for herself, stealing from nearby towns to survive. Her life was hard, but she kept on smiling, kept on surviving. She had found him, had watched the fight between him and the Mage. Despite seeing his demonic powers, she did not fear him, but instead pitied him. She felt that all he needed was a friend.

At first, Logarious scoffed, swearing to the girl that he would kill her as soon as he could. She didn't believe this however, and continued to care for him. She fed him, gave him water, talked to him. She never left his side for long, even sleeping beside him at night so he would not get cold. The longer he lay there, the more he wondered 'why?' Why had she saved him, why was she taking such good care of him? Why was a human helping a demon.

Slowly, Logarious began to recover, his demonic heritage allowed his injuries to heal quicker than a human would be able too. But as he healed, he felt the urge to kill this girl shrink. Instead, when he was able to move, he felt compelled to stay with her...

And stay with her he did. Living with the girl, Logarius felt the hatred he had felt for humans he had always felt turn into curiosity. He grew to care for the girl, and came to regret the life he had lived before meeting her.

Logarius' life would change once more when the Mage, having heard of Logarius' survival, came to finish him off. This time however, Logarius did not wish to fight, but the Mage left him no choice.

The second battle was just as fierce as the first, however this time, the girl, not wanting Logarius to get hurt, threw herself into the middle of the fight...and was killed. Enraged, Logarius went berserk, and killed the Mage. Distraught at the loss, Logarius buried her, and sealed himself back into his book. It wasn't until hundreds of years later that Logarius once again emerged from his book. Memories fresh in his mind, Logarious decided that he would dedicate his life to redemption.

Personality:

Once a sadistic monster, Logarius evolved into a serious, quite individual. He keeps mostly to himself, and likes to observe humans. He does however, hold a great love for battle, and finds himself reverting back to a more demonic personality when he battles. He does, however, keep everything he learned in the back of his mind, doing his best to keep innocent people out of the fray. He is always aware of his surroundings, and is actually a capable strategist. When he enters Etherious Mode however, he becomes much more savage, destroying things en mass, trading strategy for raw strength. Logarius is also completely aware of the atrocities he had committed in the past, and instead of making excuses for them, he will instead admit to them, knowing full well he was a monster. He is straightforward, and finds lying useless. He can be cynical at times, still not able to fully comprehend human emotions, but finds them fascinating.

Team Members: None

Three Strengths:

1. Incredible Stamina and Strength

2. Capable of feeding off of negative emotions of humans, increasing his Curse's power

3. Never lies

Three Weaknesses:

1. Not much of a team player

2. Tends to lose control during battle

3. Hard to trust, due to demonic heritage

Greatest Love: Battle

Motivation: Redemption

Appearance:

Human form:

In his human form, Logarius wears a white button up shirt, leaving his chest exposed. With a muscular build, Logarius stands at around 6 feet tall, and has a well built chest, with an oroboros tattooed on the left side of his chest. As with all Etherious Demons, while in human form, Logarius shows traits of his demonic nature, being his translucient blue eyes, and pointed ears. He wears a gold ring on each of his fingers, and black dress pants.

Etherious Form:

In his Etherious form, Logarious grows to be about 8 feet tall, his body being completely covered by thin bone-like armor. His hands elongate and extend, becoming thin but powerful, with incredibly long, sharp bone claws. He feet end in sharp, bone-like protrusions, while his exposed spine extends into a sharp tail-like appendage. His regular face is replaced by a helmet-like head, with vertical lines extending from the top of his head to the bottom, a single glowing orb able to be seen from behind his, representing his right eye.

Additional Details: None

[User]
Fleo Plector – Vehicle Lot

Before entering the vehicle selected by her companion, Fleo took a moment to marvel over it. Aside from trains for insurmountably long-distance transit for which relying upon her Sirocco would be vastly impractical at best, public transportation went for the most part unused by Fleo. It was her pleasure to glide along the country roads beneath the vault of sky, breathing in the balmy breeze, giving audience to the chirping insects and sampling the perfume of whichever flower caught her wide-open eye. To be free, and to move freely, gave the dusty woman joy like nothing else. In fact, if this carriage happened to traverse a particularly palatable patch of terrain between the city and the desert, she fully planned to exit the carriage and scoot along on a carpet of dust. Still, unfamiliarity breeds interest, and Fleo gave the carriage a brief but intimate run-over before climbing inside.

The dour mood of Nolan succeeded not in breaking her excited optimism. After jumping slightly when the vehicle began to move of its own accord, Fleo slid over to the window and watched the buildings wash by. From the outlook of the streets, she knew they were headed back toward the guild to pick up Amaya and Lucas. Honestly, it still surprised her that nobody objected to the name 'Powder Keg'. While not bad for a first attempt, it carried the connotation of a livewire, ready and waiting to explode at any moment. Fleo cast a glance at Nolan, sitting glumly in the seat and avoiding her gaze. It wasn't hard to imagine the brusque boy letting loose with his ominous Ash God Slayer magic for only a minor annoyance.

A minute jerk announced that the carriage had reached its destination. Fleo promptly poked the door open, stuck her head out, and cheerily shouted, "Come on, guys! Get your butts over here so we can go kick some butt!"

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The sight of Ayame so pleased with her new garb did not alter Nero's expression a smidgeon; it already perfectly encapsulated his gaiety. Sure, some people hated serving others, but seeing or hearing someone appraise the work of your hand favorably always provided a sense of fulfillment in his eyes. "My magic?" He said, momentarily distracted by an approaching figure, whose definitive movement toward him of all people sparked a weird sort of feeling. "Er...my magic!" He regained his composure, and pushed up his glasses in such a way that made the guild hall's light shimmer off them. This gesture, he thought, was silly, but it carried an air of studious mysteriousness sure to befuddle or at least entertain a young girl. By now Ariel had drawn almost as near as Ayame, captivating his attention with her blue clothes. In a moment, he decided, he'd have to memorize those too. "I wield a magic like none other! There are wizards who dabble in curses, yes, but there are few who create them, and only one who makes them frickin' awesome...and it is I!"

Nero slipped a small book from his pocket and popped it open, from which he began to recite officiously: "Retrogression: to temporarily reverse direction! Escalation: to rapidly increase! Atavism: to return to a former state! Affliction: to grip in illness! Augmentation: to boost power! Raiment: clothing! Embodiment: to bodily represent! Manifestation: to make appear! These I wield—the Curse Laws!"

Nero placed his palm in front of his eyes, leaned forward, and held up his other hand behind him in a stylish pose. He could only hold it for a moment, however, before he started to crack up. Once recovered from that, and back in a more ordinary posture, he sought fit to reply to Ariel. "I wasn't trying to, but then again, maybe I was. I endeavor to get everybody's attention, to have all eyes on me. I'll settle for yours, though. Metaphorically, of course, I wouldn't have anywhere to put them right now if you took it literally, tehee!" Nero replaced his little book and adjusted his hair slightly, suddenly self-conscious for whatever reason. Perhaps someone else was cursing him? Unthinkable! "Can I offer you a wish? That's usually what people want from me." A slightly overdone curl to his ordinary smile belied yet another experiment of his. If Ariel indeed differed in both appearance and mind when she changed between her orange and blueberry states, there was a good chance that her feelings were in tumult. Nothing was easier to make something out of than nothing, Nero reasoned, so he aimed to discern the extent of Ariel's interest in him by offering his ordinary service.

[Assistant]
Spirit found himself at the job board once more, having just completed a rather easy job for a few thousand jewels. All he had to do was deliver a package to a shop, he wasn't even sure why it was requested of by a mage guild. He simply shrugged while looking through the jobs. One decently high paying one titled 'The Giant Worm'. A giant diamond worm, what could be easier? His magic focused on the internal workings of his opponent, so the diamond exterior was almost meaningless.

But, Spirit had never been to Lupinus, he hadn't explored a lot of the kingdom, at all. He'd need someone to go with him, someone formidable. He didn't know many of the people in the guild, having usually kept to himself. But, Logarius he knew and had heard of. He talked to him once or twice on occasion, but he didn't seem to be at the guild. Perhaps he would be in the city. He took the paper and put it in a pocket in his coat, he walked out of the guild and began searching the city for him. He asked a few of the townsfolk if they had seen him and they simply shrugged or shook their heads. If he didn't find him eventually, he'd have to find someone else.

[User]
Elyse Yashia

Elyse watched everything happening around the guild curiously, not really sure what was going on or half these people were. Where was everyone else that was normally here? Did they go away on one of those mission things they always talked about? Her thoughts on the subject didn't last long though, as her mother suddenly picked her up and brought up visiting a few places and getting Elyse a new toy. Only the latter interested Elyse in the end.
"NEW TOY, NEW TOY!" She shouted happily as Rose carried her out of the guild, laughing the whole while. She quieted down once they were in town and looked around at everyone and everything, sometimes asking Rose for things she shouldn't have, like every piece of candy they came across or every toy they came across, but otherwise remaining completely silent. When they arrived at the abandoned house and Rose began talking, most of it flew over her head, though one part caught her attention." Mommy had a mommy?"

[Assistant]
Logarius - City of Magnolia

Logarius, meanwhile, was relaxing at one of Magnolia's many cafe's, sipping a cup of coffee. While he wasn't too familiar with Human emotions, he knew all too well that they made damn fine coffee.

Logarius was careful when it came to his true nature. While he was sure Jamie most likely knew about the fact that he was actually a Demon, and one from the Book of Zeref to boot, he was also sure that most other members of the Guild were none-the-wiser. And why wouldn't they be? While Etherious Demons used Curses instead of Magic, it was incredibly hard to tell the difference between the two, and Logarius usually went on quests alone, lest his unsuspecting Guild Mates find the truth one day. And that was something he did not want happening.

Who wanted to find out that a member of the same Guild was actually an ancient Demon who had spent a better part of his life killing for the sole reason of it being fun? He was sure most humans would NOT understand his situation. With an internal shrug, Logarius took another sip of coffee, scanning the crowd of people from behind his glasses.

He had used to find Humans to be nothing more than insects to be eradicated, but not he found them incredibly interesting. He loved studying them, how they reacted to different situations, and the bonds they formed. He himself had formed something of a bond to a human once...it had not ended well.

And so, Logarius was content with watching humans, and taking jobs from the Guild. Which he planned to do, once he was finished his coffee.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Nationality: American

Favourite Gundam Series: 0079>Zeta>Char's Counterattack>ZZ>everything else. Really likes G but has trouble ranking it, as it's barely a Gundam show in the first place.

Personality:
Even though Chuck has a sense of humor and isn't a bad person, he's not terribly fond of shenanigans and will bluntly point out things he feels are idiotic, often losing patience with others. He enjoys Gundam and Gunpla, but unlike the insane devotion most people in the world seem to have for them his life doesn't necessarily revolve around the franchise and he has other hobbies. He is also rather critical of the quality of Gundam as a whole, rather than think it the faultless masterpiece public opinion holds it as, though he's still quite knowledgeable about the franchise as a whole.

History:
Chuck is something of an anomaly in the gunpla circuit in that he's a fairly normal kid. No tragic, bizarre or otherwise terribly outstanding backstory or relation to championship players or well known organizations, no gifted dominance of fields that should by all rights be outside the scope of a teenager, he's just a kid from Texas who's into anime, videogames, comics and the like. He enjoys giant robot works in general and has hobbies other than Gunpla battle, particularly FPSes and strategy games, and though he's hardly competitive level in them he makes use of what he learned on these fields to his advantage.

Unlike the vast majority of the people in the circuit, his building skill comes not from having a million kits with which to toy around with and endless amounts of plastic and the facilities required to scratchbuild but rather precisely because he lacked all of these. His family was supportive of his hobbies, but Gunpla can be expensive and he had other things to occupy him, so what he worked on he did gradually at school and he focused on perfecting every little detail, resulting in high quality if comparatively simple pieces. A big fan of the Zeong gigantic mobile suit, he simply couldn't justify spending the money on the humongous kit, hence his primary unit.

Chuck isn't even sure how he got recruited into a school in Japan. He was the biggest player in his small town, yes, and his skills in his chosen playstyle are undeniable but he never really stepped outside his boundaries much or even competed in regionals. To his knowledge he didn't even beat anyone worth mentioning. To even find crappy videos of him playing in his town or elsewhere on vacation one has to know exactly what they're looking for or one might simply pass them up for being crappy family videos. The entire situation makes him rather leery, but he's taking the opportunity to go on a trip and maybe see if he can make a living out of his hobby.

Gunpla Info

Name: MSN-015 Axis Zeong
Scale: 1/144

Based from: AMX-015 Geymalk, MSN-02 Perfect Zeong, RMS-108 Marasai.

Mobile Suit Appearance:
A modified Geymalk made to resemble the Perfect Zeong, particularly by adding bulbous, thruster-laden skirt and leg armor, and painted in the latter's colors while still preserving the near entirety of its arsenal. It replaces the mobile suit's arms with the Zeong's from the forearm down and also gets rid of its funnel pods and replaces them with propellant tanks for increased operation times and lesser load, making it somewhat less of a near-immobile artillery platform.

It also features a modified Marasai's head also made to resemble the Zeong's, except it mounts four independently moving mono-eyes rather than the traditional lone camera and it features a pair of the Marasai's upwards-pointed antennae on the sides rather than the Zeong's horn-like, outward-pointing prongs. Save for the multiple eyes, this is done entirely for cosmetic reasons so the head looks rather like a space saucer when it operates on its own.

Weapons:
-Vulcan Gun x2:
A pair of Vulcan guns are mounted into the Axis Zeong's head. These shell firing weapons have a high-rate of fire but have little power and are generally ineffective against mobile suits, though they can damage lightly armored areas such as the sensors. They are ideal for shooting down small, fast moving, lightly armored targets such as missiles or small vehicles.

-Hyper Mega Particle Gun x1
The MSN-015 Axis Zeong's most powerful weapon is a hyper mega particle gun which dominates the front of the torso and fires an orange blast capable of easily engulfing a mobile suit and causing catastrophic damage with even a glancing hit. It does, however, take some time to charge and is quite energy-intensive, but its sole threat should be enough to give even the best of defenses some pause.

-2-Barrel Beam Launcher x2
The Axis Zeong is equipped with a pair of 2-barrel beam launchers, with one mounted in each shoulder.

-2-Barrel Mega Particle Gun x2
Lining the sides of the MSN-015 Axis Zeong's hyper mega particle gun are a pair of 2-barrel mega particle guns.

-Mega Particle Gun x2
The Axis Zeong features an additional pair of mega particle guns that are mounted in its torso, right above the 2-barrel mega particle guns, bringing the number of torso mounted weapons up to five with a total of 7 beam-emitting barrels.

-Mega Particle Head Gun x1
Mounted in the head of the MSN-015 Axis Zeong is a single mega particle gun which takes the place of the mobile suit's "mouth". The gun has its own capacitor and e-cap that holds enough charge to fire the gun even when disconnected from the rest of the machine.

-5-Barrel Mega Particle Machine Gun x2
The forearms of the MSN-015 Axis Zeong are mega particle weapons with 5 fire-linked barrels in the shape of fully functional fingers. Unlike the original Zeong's, however, these weapons operate as beam machine guns, delivering a veritable hail of lower power shots which can be used wear down defenses and easily intercept incoming projectiles or remote weapons. Unlike the original's, these aren't capable of independent wire-guided operation, focusing instead on being better built and more reliable weapons.

-3-Tube Grenade Launcher x2
The Axis Zeong's forearms also contain a single 3-tube grenade launcher each, which mount fairly dangerous explosive rounds. These projectiles can be used as self-propelled homing weapons or made to detonate on command or after a preset timer runs out.

-Leg Beam Cannon x2
The MSN-015 Axis Zeong features two mega beam cannons, one stored in each leg below the beam saber knee recharge rack. When not in use these cannons are stored inside the leg, covered by retractable armor plating. When in use the beam cannon's barrel raises up and unfolds to reveal itself for what it is.

-Large Beam Sword x2
The Axis Zeong mounts a pair of beam sabers in recharge racks in the knees. Because of its large, less dextrous hands it's forced to utilize a larger, boxier beam saber handle that wraps around the fingers. The sabers do, however, have a higher output than regular beam swords as a result of making full use of the larger hilt, making them closer to the Gundam X's weapons than the Geymalk's.

Special features:
-"Four eyes are better than one": The multiple monoeye cameras capable of independent motion and tracking allow for an extremely high degree of precision with its ranged weapons.

-"You really didn't think this could only fire forwards, did you?": Aside from the Hyper Mega Particle Gun, all of the machine's body-mounted beam weapons have slightly flexible emitters, allowing for some degree of target tracking and a better variety of firing angles without having to move the entire body.

-"Legs are just for show": While hardly the case, the Axis Zeong is indeed capable of separating from its legs and operating akin to the original mobile suit it's based off of with the number of thrusters equipped on its skirt and back, along with extra thrusters revealed after the legs are separated.

-"If you didn't expect this, you're a casual": The Axis Zeong's head can separate from its body and serve as an independent fighter craft. It's not terribly good at it, at least not compared to more dedicated machines, but it can still be used as a surprise measure in the heat of battle and its small size allows for it to be used as a scouting craft with minimal chances of detection, while its mega particle gun gives it respectable firepower. It also ends up looking somewhat like a flying saucer, which is cool.

-Plavsky Craft: Allows the Axis Zeong some degree of unaided flight on fields with gravity. It still relies on its thrusters for motion and isn't particularly fast or mobile, but at least it's not grounded.

AMX-102 Zssa
A well built and painted but otherwise wholly unremarkable AMX-102 Zssa equipped with its booster unit and painted in the Zeong's colors. Its 66 missiles of varying sizes lend themselves well to Chuck's preferred playstyle and are more than capable of blowing even mobile armors to smithereens from the sheer number of explosions directed at them. The machine is also armed with head vulcans, beam sabers, a scattering beam gun mounted on its torso and a pair of hand-carried beam machineguns, but those are there as backup. The Zssa is smaller and faster than the Axis Zeong and can transform into a waverider mode but it's less well armored and can't quite match its firepower.

[User]
Yuki spent the day watching a few battles and messing around with her God/Destiny custom. One battle she found amusing was this fight between what looked to be an Eypon/Sazabi/Legilis custom, and a red and yellow ground combat GM with a cape, and the GM actually won, with a single punch to it's opponents torso.

Yuki couldn't help but giggle at the absurdity of the fight. Apart from that most the fights where pretty decent, but unremarkable.

Her work on her custom was, less amusing. She was having some issue getting parts to do what she wanted, some thing, like the arms and wings came together nicely, but the legs weren't, which was causing her some stress. So she switched to the Fenix, and started to put that together.

[Assistant] IT was done it took awhile and despite everything she managed to get it complete. She worked all day and night on it but it was done so with a yawn she rested her head down on the table and fell asleep. Unaware of anything that may or may not happen around her. All through the night she worked and painstakingly set up to create the "pumpkin king" the crossbone zero custom was finally done.

[User] Chisame sat down in the room she claimed as her own staring at the two models that stood on her desk. She always favored straight builds so even with the custom build she went and made it close to a stragiht build as possible while technically being a custom a cop out probably but she didn't care. Her Murakumo astray was finally finished a kitbash between three different astrays the basic red and blue frame with the red frame revise for good measure. It was something that she was not prepared for but in the end it was done and that was all that mattered.

[Assistant]
Kyo got up from the table and stopped suddenly. They felt something off about themselves and reached into their pocket. "how the.. what the... how?" they asked, seeing an orange and black gunpla in their pocket. Staring at it, the memories came back, middle of the night they went out and got a series of flashbacks from the previous night.

Kyo got up from his desk, staring at several sharpies and the contents leftover from the three part build. "Need... body..." they said and got up, walking away from their desk and into verdi's room. They found her asleep on the table. "scooter, taking i am." they said, grabbing the keys. They had made their way down to a local 24/7 gunpla store and picked up a Gundam GP01 and several sharpies with some pocket change. They drove the scooter back and locked it up, before heading up to the room and putting the keys back on Verdi's desk. "Arigato..." they said and walked back to their own room, putting the lock on their door and beginning to work in a fever on inspiration.

They looked around themselves. "She must never know..." Kyo said quietly.

[User] It was finally back to that one specific class where once more the professor entered though he really didn't stay long since he put something on the board before the headmaster came in wearing a red suit with his black sunglasses glinting under the light. "Students.... NO that is not what you are GUNPLA FIGHTERS!!! I present to you something big something bigger than that today we will be participating with a few other schools. A tournament not just any tournament a special "world championship tournament" That you as fighters will be participating in this tournament will pit five team members against individual scenarios from computer simulations to actual fighting it will be a one v one but a team will consist of five members. Your job is to with your team go forth without falter conquer the tournament and win not only a year supply of gunpla but for a limited time a chance to go against a world championship level fighter from across the globe of your choice. With that said people please walk down and draw lots the lots will match you to your team mates and let the games begin!" Verdi looked up as the headmaster walked out the classroom so this is what the customs was needed for a tournament but also a chance for the the school itself to show off huh. With a smile on her face she looked around and personally wondered just whom she will be paired with.

[Assistant]
Chuck rolled his eyes at the "teacher" calling them "GUNPLA FIGHTERS" and hoped he wouldn't call himself something ridiculous like Gunpla Meister next. The tournament sounded nice but kind of overblown, it was simply sending a team of reps from the school and each would have to do individual competitions. This was extremely common and he wasn't sure why a big deal was made out of it, beyond Gunpla Battle having 3v3 rules as well. Whatever the case, the prize sounded good to him, though since the Academy had more or less provided him with more tools and parts than he knew what to do with already the Gunpla would probably sit pristine in their boxes should he win them.

When he got up to draw a lot, a few murmurs went around the class. No one recognized him or had seen him before. It made sense considering he'd started late because of a bad cold and hadn't spent much of his free time outside his dorm, where he kept himself busy working on what he gingerly referred to as "It", his dream project in Gunpla. Only a handful of students from separate classes had had the misfortune of challenging Chuck over perceived slights the few times he shuffled out to get more parts, paint, food or medicine and things had ended quickly and badly for them, as the nonplussed texan teen was none too keen to spend more time outside than necessary.

Chuck was, in short, pretty much completely unknown across the Academy at large.


[System]
Character Sheet
Nickname/Alias: None
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Village:

Rank: Chunin
Chakra Nature:

Appearance:

Personality: Haruhi has a personality that is unlike the stereotypical gloomy Hidden Mist personalities one would assume to find. She has been faced with death, lost a few of those most close to her, and has speant many nights crying herself to sleep. Despite it all, Haru has managed to keep her same bubbly personality that keeps people wanting to know her. She is tough at heart, determined, and stubborn, If she dosent get what she wants right away, she will fight and fight, never letting up until she gets it. She hates few things and loves alot of things. Though it once was easy to upset her, or get her to cry, it is much more difficult now. After years of trying to learn patience and control over her emotions, she had finally suceeded in such and is more laid back than she used to be. Within her are a perfect molded together combination of Mika Hayashi's fierce fighting style, and Takeshi Shun's casual and fun personality. (Those two are her NPC sensei's.) Haruhi is a quick thinker, unpredictable, and she hits hard everytime, never letting up when faced with tough challenges. She refuses to ever let down her teammates, villiage, sensei's, etc. and is extremely loyal. She can be trusted to follow through with tasks without hesitation, and no longer does she second guess herself. When she is not training, sleeping, or on missions, she can be found dragging often unwilling close ones out to eat before using her adorable charm to get them to pay. Not once has she failed with that.

History:
"I've grown up... I know now that death comes with being a shinobi... There are times when death is hard for me to accept, but if I don't get over it, there's no future..."

At a younge age, Haruhi was seen by medical ninja after a near death expirence. Her heart has always been weak as she grew up, and as a result, her mother would oftentimes shield her from doing anything dangerous. As a result she grew up staying at home alone most days or roaming the streets watching academy kids run around and train. Her father, Shougo, was a Hidden Mist shinobi, working as an academy teacher in fact, and it was always a dream of hers to be an amazingly strong shinobi like her father. At the age of 8, Haruhi lost her dad. She came home to see her mother crying about her father's death from an illness and Haruhi was sad but found even more determination to become strong. At the time, she didn't find it strange. There was no burial, no body...in fact, the last time she saw her dad was when he told her he was going away on a top secret mission and would be back in three days time.

He lied.

His last words to her, with a light pat on her small head was, "Take care of your mother while i'm gone okay? And don't be afraid of anything. Your super strong, never doubt that. Being a Hikari means you never give up, no matter what."

It was that that would guide Haruhi through her life as a beginner shinobi. Going into the academy at the age of 10, Haruhi's frail mind, body, and spirit held her back from graduating for a long time. She was picked on by younger kids her were in her class, made fun of for being older and weaker. Made little jokes about how stupid she was for thinking she could ever be a real ninja. Even the teachers would whisper, even the medic nins would tell her after she collapsed from pushing too hard, that she wasent suited to be a kunoichi. Despite it all, Haruhi pushed through all those years, not letting anyone see her cry but her mom. Finally, just after her 14th birthday, she would graduate and be assigned to Mika Hayashi's Team 14 along with two teammates. Time would pass and what started out as an unlucky placement in a team of jerks, would change into a team that Haruhi would be proud to be in. Though the three would likely not admit it, they all learned to tolerate eachother and become friends of sorts.

It was when her sensei gave her a small Bingo Book that a series of events would occur and result in the slow changing of Haruhi's life. She found out her father hadn't really just died of sickness, but was killed by the former Hokage. She had also found out that not only was her father a criminal wanted for everything bad under the sun...her mother knew about it and kept the truth from her for years. Angry and spiteful, she left home in search of security she ended up finding with her sensei, Mika. Together they planned a new goal for her, a new ninja way, and a new reason to keep fighting harder than she did back at the academy. Determined not to let her grief consume her, Haruhi got back up, only to be hit by another setback. The Five Tailed Bijuu would be sealed into her against her will, and again she felt betrayed by not just her sensei, but by her entire villiage. It was if everyone was trying to make it harder for her. Kicking her while she was down and throwing impossible scenarios at her at every turn. She would eventually meet Takeshi Shun, her second sensei, who along with Mika would train her and help her reach her ultimate goal of becoming strong enough to protect her villiage. Also seeking to make things right with her mother, Haruhi would go to her and tell her about her beast. Her mother would scorn her and cast her out. Claiming she was a monster and no longer her child. She would later find her mother dead at home, her rotted corpse later analyzed and determined she committed suicide. Angry and hurt beyone belief, Haruhi ended up losing control a short time before Chunin exams, and threatened the safety of the villiagers as she began changing form into her tailed beast.

Again her sensei's would help her through it, and again she felt lost, broken, and wanting to give up, but with arms outstretched from Takeshi and a firm grip on her hand from Mika, her sensei's would help Haruhi eventually fight her way out of that pit of darkness too and continue on her path to greatness. Now a Chunin, Haruhi is one step closer to reaching her new goal of one day becoming Mizukage. Being recognized by her village as a fast rising shinobi, her village leaders gifted her with the sword Kokuyōseki, that had been forged specifically for her. Haruhi would soon find out she was soon to be recruited into a different organization, and the sword was to protect her from harm.

"I'm Haruhi Hikari and that doesn't really mean a whole lot just yet. But one day, i'm going to be strong enough to protect this villiage, and everyone will trust me. They wont think i'm weak, and no outsider will ever try to hurt the people I love. One day, i'm going to let our Mizukage-sama take a break because... I'm going to rule the Mist!"

Other:

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Weapons/Items:
Description: A heavy, oversized broadsword with a sharp edge extending the length of the blade on one side. On the other it is serated in one section. This large sword has the ability to conduct Haruhi's lightning chakra, making the blade sharper and deadlier than before. Known to still be charged when she lets go of it. The details of its forgery is unknown to Haruhi, but she knows it was made specifically for her and was infused with her chakra.
Appearance:

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Special Traits:
* Advanced Chakra Control
* Above Average Chakra Reserve
* Out of the Box Fighting Style
* Good in Ninjutsu and Taijutsu
* Good Speed and Agility
* Good Multitasking Skills
* Unpredictable
* Manipulative
* Doesn't Give Up Easily
* Jinchuriki Chakra
* Quick Thinker

[User]
The gate opened and let all of them out in the open. Oh, yes, it was time to finally get on with things. She had to make every encounter count, though. She put the strands of her white hair that were covering her face away so that her field of vision became clear again. She wasn't the kind to wait for everyone, she was more the kind to watch over everything from a branch, out of the reach of everyone. It was better to have an eagle's point of view, after all. "Then, make sure not to get into trouble everyone. And don't eat anything that might be poisonous. See you later!" Changing up her personality, Zee readied herself.

Making the hand positions necessary, she wasn't about to be the last one getting out of that place, even if the Ayane girl from Suna said that she was waiting for everyone to get out, she didn't want to be left behind. Whatever that monster was, well, she would just have to deal with it as it came. "Wind Release: Wind Talon!" She said and out she went, with quite some speed on her. She then jumped, disappearing into the thich of the woodworks. She continued on jumping through the branches, though, not losing sight of her teammates. "Don't die on me now." She said, though more to her rather than to anyone else. No one else was with her at the time, after all.

[Assistant]
Ayane fell into place at the back of the shinobi convoy. It was her natural spot as a puppeteer, she could survey the whole team and react to their movements, it felt good that she didn't have to make hard decisions. Besides, there were some fairly nice backsides in this team... She could get used to this.
As she jumped from branch to branch she checked the position of her summoning scrolls. They were keeping a pretty good pace, and there was always a risk that her scrolls switched places mid-jump, which could be disastrous if they ran into a fight. She'd coated her scrolls in different materials just to make sure that she'd never mistake one for the other.

As they made their way deeper into the unknown Ayane grew more and more uncertain. Her new friends seemed content in rushing head first into danger, but Ayane wanted something more to go on. The thought of fighting side by side with people she'd met only a few minutes before was utterly unappealing, not to mention dangerous.
She spotted an opening in a small rock formation below. Large enough to accommodate five persons with ease, and still small enough to keep those five relatively hidden from prying eyes.
"Hey, down there!" She called out, feeling pretty certain that the forest was too large for another team to be close by just yet. "Let's take a break and talk!"
Immediately Ayane dropped down and landed on one of the rocks that overlooked the formation. She looked right, left, back and forward. Apart from a few smaller animals that fled at the sight of her the forest was silent and empty. She waved to her team mates to come down and took a seat herself.

"So... I don't know about you, but perhaps we should work on some kind of strategy... I think we'll see some action before the end of the day. I got a look at the other Suna-shinobi that are here, let's just say that some of them doesn't look shy." her eyes trailed over her friends and stopped at the Kiri-shinobi with the large sword. He was a loud-mouth, perfect to get the ball rolling.
"The swordsmen of the mist are basically melee attack-types, right?"

[User] Shingetsu stopped and landed on a branch as soon as he heard Ayane cried out. Second after he understood what the Suna kunoichi wanted, Shingetsu jumped down and squatted on of the rocks. "More or less. I am a close quarter specialist." He answered Ayane and started to drink from one of his water bottles

[Assistant]
oh boy it seems someone else has a idea of how We should be doing this Nathaniel thought to himself as he noticed the girl who wanted to stick behind the group point to a formation of rock's. It seemed to have a jagged edge work making it able to conceal 5 or 6 people relatively well. is that what she was planning? waiting out the 3 days in relative safety. but that idea was quickly dashed by her next word's. She wanted to take a break and talk. Why did that not appeal to Nathan in anyway shape or form. I don't know maybe its because it would be forceful interaction It necessary I know that but do i really want to do No I don't but it is a necessity Nathan thought as he let out a heavy sigh and
dropped down onto the rock's.

he then noticed she had summoning scroll's. this little Sunagakure Ninja, had scrolls but what did they summon? was it possible to make a contract with what she summoned. Nathaniel thought as his thoughts became slightly more childlike at the thought of summon's before returning to a more serious tone. Ayane wanted to speak to Shingetsu. oh that was fine with Nathaniel just ignore the guy carrying so many summoning scroll's still being ignored has its positive's yet their came Shingetsu with his over-sized sword. Nathaniel couldn't keep it in any longer "whats the point of being a close quarter specialist if you can't get close to the enemy?" He paused not wanting to continue his sentence so he decided to start a new one "well what can everyone else do?" he said quietly "maybe we should showcase a little?" he murmured "a little" he said barely audible before returning to silence

[User]
Haruhi had already stopped nearby when on of her teammates suggested they group up and talk. With a shrug, she turned and walked over to the group, leaning lazily against one of the large rocks they were using as cover.

As Shingetsu and Ayane began to talk, she wondered what kind of abilities the Suna girl had. Then Nathaniel spoke up, asking a question that seemed rather odd. Clearly as a close quarter specialist, you would approach the enemy yourself or wait to be approached before attacking. When he asked what everyone else could do, Haruhi looked around the group to see if anyone was going to speak up. He had voiced her thoughts, as she too was wondering the same thing. It would be a good idea to know the strengths and weaknesses of the people who were on your team. When it looked like no one was going to speak, she decided to.

"I suppose I'm a more well rounded kind of shinobi. I adapt my fighting strategy depending on the situation. I would say I'm more of a close quarters specialist as well, as I prefer to fight with my fists. Though I may seem overly confident, I know when I can't handle a situation. If there's an enemy who I can't take on, I can take the role of support, covering my partner or sneaking up on someone and attacking from behind." She paused and thought for a moment. That pretty much summed it up. "And though I love a good spar, I don't think this is the best time for us to fight eachother. I don't know about anyone else but I don't pull my punches when I'm fighting, even when training. If one of us gets hurt while we try to show off, it could mean bad news in the long run."

Haruhi kicked a small pebble that was near her foot. Though she wanted to joke around and have some fun, she knew that it was best for her to act more mature here. This time she didn't only have herself and Shingetsu to think about, but there were others who would be affected by her idiocy if she were to mess something up. There would always be a time to harass these guys later. She smirked at the thought of forcing the shy guy to hold a conversation for more than a minute.


[System]
Race: Naga
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Occupation: Wanderer/Mercenary

Personality/Interests
Does whatever it takes to accomplish the goal. Conquering.
Still calibrating her moral compass. Is protective of herself and puts herself first as her species is wont to do when they're single.
Solemn, wary of strangers. Jovial among friends.
Nagas are immune to alcohol, so Saha has never been drunk, but she does drink a large amount and pretend like she is.
Lust rather than love at her young age, swings both ways.
Loves music, a good dancer.
Not a fan of vegetables.
Animals, esp prey types, don't warm up to her easily.

Appearance
Details
Body build: Fit, very toned
Hair: Long, to chest; tied up
Hair color: Black
Skin color: Tan
Eye/Iris color: Yellow eyes with round black pupils
Height/Weight: 5'10" i.e 178cm, 154lbs i.e 70kg
Notable Features: Her skin is lightly scaled and feels a little cold and snake-y to the touch. It is shed twice a year in seclusion. She has small sharp teeth and two dangerous fangs that eject venom, although her tongue and jaws are like a regular human's and she speaks without sibilant. Wears a cloak and hood generally for many species don't seem welcoming of her kind. Eats a large amount when she can and can go on without food or water for a longer period of time than humans.

Clothing Description
Light armor.

Equipment
(More) healing and (less) mana potions.
Astika's Bracelet: charmed and bound to her arm for a one-time use to heal a deathly injury.

Weapon(s)
A well-made steel blade and a dagger.

Powers
(Innate talents that are "abnormal" and not considered to be "magical")
Venomous fangs that inject neurotoxins and cause severe pain, blurred vision, vertigo, drowsiness, paralysis and coma; can spit the venom too for lesser effects; using their fangs in a fight is considered undignified and shameful for a Naga warrior but it's fine to coat their swords in their own venom.

Abilities
(Traits commonly found in only your race)
High dexterity and reflexive speed.
Nagas have normal eyesight like a human but are better at sensing movements near or far. In battle, in addition to their vision, they breathe through their mouths to rely on their Jacobson's organ that gives them a sharper and more instantaneous idea of the situation.
Longevity: 200-300 years of living, and so age slower and heal faster than a human. They tend to begin settling down in the later half of their first century.

Talents
(Natural strengths developed by years of training)
Close combat.
Stealth.
Saha is more patient with and approachable to animals than most other Nagas. She spent a lot of time in the forests learning how to make herself likeable to them when she lived with her parents.

Magic
(What school(s) of magic are you trained in?; if applicable)
Nature magic: starting a fire, etc for basic survivalism; moving the earth, grass, whipping up the wind etc, all to surprise, destabilise and give her an edge over the enemy in battle.

Impressions

Sess - "A great warrior, but his strict altruism might be his downfall."
Historia - "A small flying human with a pair of strange contraptions for her eyes."
Katelia - "She must have incredible stories to tell, and I am curious about the pet, Hel."
Julio - "I will need his healing skills later on. I must not insult his angelic heritage."
Azzrix - "*scoffs* a rat."
Margaret - "An interesting woman of the cold. Beware."
Naida - "Attractive."
Drubbins - "Amusing. Perhaps I can become his new Da Boss."
Mysaren - "Approach cautiously, pry open with beer."
Tahira - "I can learn about the world from her."
Rimau - "*with distaste* a lizard. I might have to swallow my pride when I need something from him."
 Claire - "A fellow warrior."
Viggo - "A musician! with a strangely attractive scent about him."
Rouen - "A fanatic human warrior. Guard up."
Felan - "A Nature man. We might get along."

[User] Claire nearly dropped her fork when the music she had mostly ignored took a new turn. She felt a little...different. Restless? Not possible...she just spend a night in an alley, sleep hadn't been good. The same clenching feeling was clasping her chest. Magic? Was it the musician? She gave a searching look for the sound. Through the smoke, the many moving bodies and other obstructions, they barely caught the man thrashing about. Interesting, annoying, angering. A shaky sigh left the small woman. As if to calm her, her winged partner began to speak once more. Sharing pieces of her past and who she was. In turn, the third party of the trio gave her piece. A bit more to the point, a bit less informative. Not so jumpy anymore apparently? "...I'm afraid I have to agree with her Historia dear...Sometimes your past is to be...retained." She thought for a moment. "Though It doesn't seem you have anything to hide, which is quite..." She searched for a word. "Magical..." she decided. Her voice trailed off at that last word. Her tone was, sad, almost, but perhaps more so it seemed to be...longing. Perhaps envious. She tried to give a smile to accompany the word, but it didn't really find it's way out. "Thank you for sharing." She added softly. "Both of you..." She realized she had hardly addressed the other girl. Perhaps she should be making some effort to do so...

[Assistant]
Felan sat quietly at his table as he waited, looking around at the patrons inside the tavern. There were a few new faces, but most he'd seen before. The girl that stayed here often, her name escaped him, was roaming about with her leopard. Felan was impressed by the creature. He had slightly embarrassed himself upon seeing it for the first time, having assumed it was a fellow skin changer. Obviously, that was not the case.

He noticed an ogre was among the people bustling around, and Felan's lip curled slightly. He didn't care much for their kind, having had not-so-good experiences with them in the past. Of course, as long as the creature didn't act up, he wouldn't purposely cross paths with him.

Another patron caught his eyes: a younger man casting magic on another customer. Felan watched, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Magic was not his forte. He didn't do it, didn't like it, and typically tried to avoid it.

Before long, Naida swung by to take his order. Of course he just wanted his regular; Felan was a man of habit. Soon, it was on a plate in front of him: a juicy cut of meat, cooked very rare, and a glass of ale. His large hands fumbled with the eating utensils as he attempted to cut his food up. When at home, he wouldn't even bother. But in public, Felan made an attempt to appear remotely civilized.

[User]
Historia quietly listened to the advice Miss Mysaren shared with her, noticing that Miss Claire was also in agreement. Historia smiled at the both of them cheerfully. "I don't quite believe I gave that much away." She told them. "Anybody with any knowledge of the Anemoi islands would know that's where I hail from. It's the only place that I know of where you can find my race. My name is my name, I would have to be really in trouble if I was trying to hide it. And for what else I told you, it's what happened a week ago in this very Tavern, and there's not much there to use against me, but I do appreciate the advice. There's not a lot of people here that be so kind to do that." Plus...if they really wanted dirt on Historia...well, her wings were more than enough really to a specific few. She paused a moment, wondering if perhaps anyone was looking for her. She really hadn't thought of it till now...

Historia was pulled from her thoughts when Miss Claire said that it didn't seem like Historia had anything to hide and that was magical. "Ah, thank you Miss Claire." Historia told her, smiling even brighter. "But if I'm to refrain from speaking of my past, we should perhaps find something else to talk about...it'll hopefully take my mind off the music that currently playing." She told them with a hint of annoyance. Historia had no problem with the music itself. It was the spell that went with it. Not that Historia had any problems with magic either (though it wasn't till recently that she had even first got exposed to magic in general), but she didn't like for spells to be casted on her without her permission. This spell in particular made her wings twitch, like she should just get up and fly right out of the Tavern and into the wild blue yonder. Which would not have been a good plan as she did not have the funds to leave yet.

"So," Historia said, pulling up her googles to rub her eyes, trying to be less annoyed as annoyance could lead to poor judgement. "Is there anything you two would like to discuss?"

[Assistant]
The music playing was magic, Mysaren could tell that much. At least, it made her feel irrationally... angry. Courageous. She wanted to fight and argue against almost everyone near her. She swallowed her anger and clenched her fists, gritting her teeth impatiently. She wanted to bash in the head of that idiot that was playing the music that made her feel weird, she wanted to fight the orc that was standing across the room, she wanted to use her sword on the useless rat beside her that was blowing smoke all over the place. She had the courage to do it now, but didn't, she resisted her urges. Who let this moron play music like this in a tavern?

Mysaren let a grin tug at the side of her mouth as she listened to Historia, shaking her head slightly. "Sorry for uhm, the advice, Historia," She said, letting her dark blue eyes scan over Historia again. She wished she could be like that, naive and carefree. "It's just that, well, where I come from, telling people hopes and dreams is kinda a death wish. I didn't mean to offend you, of course." She still didn't feel comfortable telling anyone where she was from, but her accent probably clued them in that she wasn't from around these parts.

"Not much. I would like to know where maybe I could sell a few family heirlooms. " She said. Mysaren was also well aware of how a good lie worked. One, you never added too much detail unless questioned. Too many details, and you look suspicious, it seems to well thought out. Two, you practice, like Mysaren had been for most of her life. She had been to too many cities, met too many people in skeevy taverns and bars to not know how to lie. She didn't like lying anymore, though, but this was a necessary evil, at least to her. She needed money, and no one would want some piss poor necromancer freak to work for them.

[User]
Saha had finished shedding her skin. Dry, delicate, paper-thin pieces of what used to be parts of her lay in a neat pile on the floor: a whole translucent mould of an arm, or an ear, or a toe, was stacked with short and long strips that had fallen off on their own or had been scrapped off with the help of a smooth pebble. She had been cooped up in the small room, cheaply that the wanderer could afford in Blue Tavern, for almost a week. Her body had conserved its energy by lulling her to sleep for days and nights, only to wake when her skin itched, without food or drink; now, recuperated and with vision restored, Saha could feel her mouth parched and cracked lips, her stomach grumbled, although, with a look down and feel of her body, she had hardly lost weight.

She folded up the pile in a piece of cloth to be burned in the forest and put on her light armour. The leather felt a little tight and uncomfortable on her soft skin and etched in more when she moved, but she ignored it knowing her body would toughen up in a few days to its usual self.

The bedroom tidied, Saha opened the door and stepped out of its enchantment that had been affording her peace and silence and, being sensitive, was struck by the overwhelming odours and aggressive music that had stalked upstairs. Her breathing quickened. There was pipe smoke, rare meat that excited her, strong magic, a multitude of folks from different places, animals, blood and ale - worst of all, she felt stirred to whip out her sword and dance as if she was in a fierce fight. Saha relaxed her grip on the hilt and muttered a spell. A breeze cleared the way and her head. She hurried downstairs, she could feel the bardic influence returning.

"Bernard!" she called out with nary a glance at the numerous patrons on her way to the front door. "Six for me please! Rare! Put it on my tab, I'll be back in a bit."

The door shut behind her; the guitar was muffled to a quieter sound that let her fully regain control of her senses and Saha found herself interjected into company.

"Good morning, Kat and Hel," she greeted, and to the stranger, held her left palm to her chest in accordance to polite Naga custom. "Sorry I had to stay away for a while, I had a private matter that needed my attention." Saha looked at Hel in the eye, as if addressing him, too, as an equal, and continued saying to them both, "I'll be having breakfast soon, with enough to share, perhaps you'd like to join me."

Saha excused herself from the trio and walked down the beaten path. The sunlight warmed her skin, a delicious sensation she had missed, and she focused on the fresh air that brought scents of morning dew, grass and dirt from the surrounding forest. It was a short stroll into the woods, the damp ground, brown and green with leaves, under the protection of the tall trees, held an intimacy that felt like home.

She found a good spot by a fallen log and stilled with her mouth open to breathe in and sense if there was anyone nearby; then she gathered some twigs and cast a spell to start a fire. The Naga untied the pouch she had been carrying in one hand and carefully laid it on top of the flames. It consumed the gift in whole. "Saha'le arimay aksatelaikum," she gave thanks in her native tongue, for the experiences life had bestowed upon her, for the joys, pains and regrets, for another beginning now was she wiser; then Saha covered the fire with dirt to complete the ritual.


[System]
Lady of Clan Yalla

Age: 20

Physical description:
* 5'6", 125#
* Physically fit, strong.
* Beautiful hour glass figure with modest, firm breasts and ever-pert nipples; as are the women of the Noble and Royal Classes, her body is free of hair below her neck, carefully and frequently shaved from her by a trusted slave girl.
* Stunning, green-hazel eyes.
* Brunette hair, nearly always worn as in the image (except private and/or intimate moments).
*
* Tattoos:

	+ Face: the pattern designates the Tribe from which she came.
	+ Body: a Snake-Dragon tattoo, the Holy Symbol of the Faithful of Tella-Un; it begins as a thrice-forked tail just above her right ankle, encircled that leg twice as it climbed upwards, then cut across her belly to wrap around her torso and finally cease as a magnificently detailed and somewhat frightening, fang-bearing head just below her sternum.
* Various scars (to be described later).

Personality:
* Strong, confident, driven.
* Intelligent and well educated.
* Sexually? Not yet stated.
* Compassionate but also willing to kill, punish, enslave, etc., when she finds it necessary.

History:
* Coming.

[User] "You're not afraid of a fight?" Kengetar sucked in a breath. There was no turning back. "Then prove it." He clenched his fists, ready for the hit that was sure to come.

[Assistant]
"You're not afraid of a fight?" Kengetar asked.

Melody stared down the man for a moment, unsure of where he was taking this.

"Then prove it," he added, clenching his fists.

The Yallan smiled at the Sedent, then chuckled. "You must be joking."

But it was obvious that Kengetar was dead serious. Still with her eyes on him, Melody tilted her head toward the tent flap, knowing that Broon was just outside and likely already crouched and ready to attack to protect his Lady. "You will not enter this tent under any circumstances, Kapiten. Is that understood?"

The flap opened a bit more and the confused voice of Broon asked, "M'lady...? Are you sure? What are--"

"Is that understood, Kapiten?" Melody repeated as she reached to her waist to unbuckle the belt that held her coin purse and, particularly, her dagger's sheath. She looked her Captain in the eye and stressed again, "Is that understood?"

Broon was on the verge of disobeying Melody for the first time since he'd first been assigned to her in her late single digits ages. The little girl had wanted to peruse the stands in the marketplace of a town famous for kidnappings of girls of all Classes, and to prevent this, Broon had given her the same treatment Kengetar had given Frandy earlier. But after looking to the Sedent to see if he, too, was discarding his weapon as Melody had just done, he saluted his Lady and said before closing the flap, "I am your servant, m'lady. But, if he scars you, it will be my honor to do the same and more to him once this ... idiocy is concluded."

Melody waved him away, looked to Kengetar, and raised her own clenched fists as she took a single step closer. Smiling wide, she asked with humor, "You're not afraid of getting your ass kicked by a girl are you ... barbarian?"

[User] Kengetar dropped his cape, bow, quiver, and knives to the floor, and stepped forward. "You're going to wish you had your bodyguard," he said, grinning. He raised his fists, and waited for the first blow. When none came, he threw a false jab at her face with his left arm to gauge her reaction. She dodged, but there was no follow-up. Emboldened, he threw another false jab to the face with his left, then used his right to throw an uppercut punch to her toned stomach.

[Assistant]
As she watched Kengetar shed his gear, Melody suddenly realized that her heart was pounding. When was the last time she'd been in a Luftë me grushta ... a fist fight? And with a man, no less!

"You're going to wish you had your bodyguard," he taunted her, raising his fists again.

Melody loosened her body a bit, shifted her feet, inched just a tab bit forward as her head and upper torso tensed up. Kengetar threw the first punch, to which Melody nimbly avoided. She smiled wider, then chuckled; Melody knew that he hadn't been trying to hit her but had been gauging whether or not she actually knew what she was doing.

He repeated the jab at her head with one hand, then swung the other upwards toward her belly. In a flash, Melody blocked the punch while simultaneously spinning almost all the way around; her other hand, still clenched in a fist, swung through the air as if it were a mace on the end of a chain, contacting the Sedent's jaw solidly but not with enough force to do much other than make him stagger ... and possibly mad?

Melody regained her stance again, smiled, and laughed. She decided it was time for her to do some taunting: "Maybe I should go get Elbara to stand in for you ... barbarian. She looked to have a little bit of true warrior in her."

Her confidence was building, though whether that was a good thing or not was questionable. She surge forward quickly with a goditje e mesme e lartë, a mid-high rounding kick that she'd learned in her martial arts training as a child. It didn't connect with Kengetar, though, missing his lower rib cage by just an inch. That wasn't the worst part though: she hadn't considered the carpeted floor beneath her feet, which was over unleveled ground, and the maneuver left Melody off balanced and leaning well into the man's reach.

[User] Kengetar was sure that his blow would land, but somehow she had blocked it and hit him in the face with the same, fluid movement. He wasn't sure how she managed that, but when she mentioned Elbara, he suddenly saw red. "Don't you speak about her!" he yelled. He angrily threw his entire weight behind his next punch, aimed at her mouth. She tried to step back to avoid, but some irregularity in the floor slowed her, and Kengetar's wild lunge struck her. Now they were both off balance, and they fell to the floor together. Kengetar shot both arms out, one to break his fall, and the other to grab Melody.

[Assistant]
Melody's head jerked back as Kengetar's fist glanced off her jaw and cheek. His momentum took him into her, and the both of them were soon hitting the floor. Kengetar tried to grasp Melody as they were slamming to the carpet covered dirt, but again her quickness prevailed; she rolled away from him and once again slashed the back of her hand at him, catching Kengetar square on his nose.

The pain shooting through his face and head must have been disorienting, because Melody was able to pop back to her feet and assume a fighting stance while he was only just righting himself to look up at her. His nose was bleeding; she lifted a hand to her mouth to find it bleeding as well.

"So, are we done yet?" Melody asked with a laugh that send red spittle out onto the carpet. She stepped closer and offered a hand, asking, "Or are we going to continue this until one of us actually gets hurt?"

[User] Kengetar stood up and looked at the foreign gesture. The rage had passed. He didn't even remember why they were fighting now. A bit sheepishly, he stretched out his hand to meet Melody's.

[Assistant]
Melody took Kengetar's hand, gripping it tightly and smiling, pleased that he'd decided they'd had enough. She reached her other hand up to her lip, then held her bloody fingers out before her.

"That hurt," she said playfully to the man who'd caused the injury. Speaking about someone drawing her blood, Melody said, "Not the first time ... probably not the last."

She released Kengetar's hand and looked toward the tent flap. "Kapiten!"

Broon, who had been waiting anxiously nearby, hurried in; he held his sword in his hand, ready to avenge what ever harm had been done to his Lady. But instead of finding her signaling such an act on his part, Melody casually gestured him to remain calm.

"Gather your best ten men, Kapiten," she told him. "Equip them for a hike overland ... through the forest to the Bay Road."

She was speaking of the road that connected the fishing villages of the Southernmost Bay to the Capital City. It wasn't a road traveled much by Yallans anymore. It was patrolled by barbarian tribes who had a tendency of kidnapping travelers, ransoming those who came from money, and selling into slavery those who didn't.

She looked to Kengetar again. "We would have a better chance of surviving in these hostile woods if we were joined by those who knew them. And, of course, there is still the matter of the task you have agreed to complete ... and, of course, the payment I will make once you have completed it."

[User] Kengetar wiped his nose, and looked down at the red puddle that formed in his hand. He held his head back and pinched his nose with his finger and thumb. He felt the salty blood ooze down his throat. "It's not necessary to split our forces," he said, voice pitched into a nasal honk. "There is a path that leads back onto dry land. It could be widened with a day's work."

[Assistant]
Melody considered Kengetar's plan a moment; she didn't like the idea of sending the children, women, and non-warrior males back the way they'd come with only a partial guard, so the Sedent made sense.

"Fine, we'll do it your way," Melody responded; she tried to sound reluctant but failed to contain the smile that lifted the corners of her mouth. To Broon, she said, "Put a third of your men on watch, a third on performing camp work ... hunting, fire wood, and such."

"And the rest, m"Lady?" the Captain asked.

She looked to Kengetar. She said with humor in her voice, not wanting the Sedent to think she actually thought of him as such anymore,"Put them under the barbarian's command. Kengetar, use then as you will: scouting, making tools, labor, whatever you need."

[User]
Broon and Kengetar looked at each other, both equally shocked. Kengetar had never expected to be given command of anything. Giving a shrug, he left the tent and took up his command.

After adding his Sedent volunteers to his Yallan force, he led them to the trail he had found. Each of them was armed with an axe or some sort of cutting tool, and set to hacking. They were making good progress, but once the rain began to pick up, the Yallans lagged. Southern tribesmen were inured to the sudden rains of the region, but Kengetar realized that the lowered visibility was a problem. The Roki hunter might return with allies, and he wanted to see them coming. So Kengetar called the work off for the day, and hoped that the trail would still be passable after the rain ended.

Fortunately, the trail was still there after the cleansing rain, and work resumed without incident. By the afternoon, the trail had been cleared wide enough for the caravan to pass through.

[Assistant]
Melody had instructed the elder of her two Lady's Maids, Haanya, to send Kengetar down to the lake's edge when he and his men finished their work on the trail; she had had some of her things taken to the bank to make her comfortable for a bath and evening of relaxation away from the camp.

She'd expected the work to extend all the way to sunset, though, possibly even lasting until tomorrow or even the day after that. She'd had no idea that Kengetar's workers would clear the trail so unbelievably soon and break for the day.

Because of this, when Haanya led the Sedent down the slope trail to the lake -- not realizing the mistake she was making -- Melody, Frandy, Elbara, and a dozen other women of either Yallan or Sedent origin were still bathing in the lake; they were all naked and in depths that exposed little of their bodies, all of them, or some measure in between; and more than just bathing, they were singing and laughing and playing and splashing and generally having a good time, with little evidence of the differences and recent history between the women of the two enemy Tribes.

Melody had, of course, expected that the women would be finished with their bathing, dressed, and either back to their duties if they had any or relaxing on the blankets spread on the grassy shore, drinking wine and eating a variety of foods already on the blankets.

That, of course, wasn't how things turned out. Haanya had only directed Kengetar to the path, as opposed to leading him there as instructed; her old slave feet and back hurt, and she hadn't wanted to descend the slope, let alone ascend it afterward. Thus, when Kengetar took the last little bend in the trail and the forest parted to reveal the lake, it revealed far more to him than had been intended.

Not by any reason at all, Melody was the first to see Kengetar step out on the rise over the little bulge in the lake in which the fun was being had. She stared up at him for a long moment without any effort to hide herself from him; the Sedent had already seen her curvy, tattooed, and scarred body in the full, so it wasn't like he was seeing anything new about her. She did, however, begin a slow walk through the knee-high water to retrieve her robe and slip it around her, for appearances sake.

Suddenly, one of the other naked women shrieked, then pointed at the barbarian. The reaction by the others was varied: some ran for their own clothing, some dropped downward into the water, hiding their womanly curves; others used their hands and arms to hide their breasts and groins as best they could; and still others simply stood there in the water, either staring at the handsome, fit warrior as if in invitation to him to take in all he could or continuing to splash water on their bodies to rinse away the suds from the expensive soap that Melody had offered one and all.

From the shore upon which she'd arrived, Melody couldn't help but notice that Elbara did nothing to hide herself from Kengetar. The Yallan Lady had come to the conclusion that there was some sort of history between the two Sedents. She contemplated asking Elbara for clarification of the glances the two often shared, but so far she hadn't done so.

When Kengetar looked her way, Melody gestured him to join her on the dozen or so pillows laid out upon a blanket that also featured food and drink.