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Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

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Victoria's reaction to his age was humorous to Vail. He supposed that, to a human, living over two centuries would have been quite a feat. It was hard for him not to take his immortality for granted though. After a while, life grew mundane; repetitive, even. Every day was the same with just enough variation here and there to keep things from becoming too unbearably dull. Though it was true that he had seen humanity advance in leaps and bounds as their technology grew more complex, he had always watched from a distance, never participating in the accomplishments or becoming invested enough to care. It was the way he had to live. After all, what she said about his appearance was true. While humanity aged and died, his youth was everlasting. He couldn't integrate in society without eventually standing out or becoming ostracized or—since the inception of the Order—being killed for what he was. It was the curse attached to the gift that was eternal life.

That was why he had to hide. Isolation was the only safe place for a vampire in London. As long as he didn't show his face in public often enough to be remembered, he wouldn't be hunted by the Saints, nor would he be attacked by the Wynters. His eyes flickered involuntarily to another shadow-filled alley at the thought of the rival clan. Though he was confident that the other family was working on a different plan at the moment, they were the only members of his kind who would have been willing to ambush him that night. The Wynters didn't respect or fear the Hygraces like the other vampire clans. If they saw an opportunity to murder the next heir of the ruling dynasty, he didn't doubt that they would take it.

They were the reason why he had learned how to handle a pistol.

When Victoria answered his question about Lord Spencer, Vail wasn't at all surprised by her response. Everything she said lined up with what he knew to be true about the Wynters. The rival vampires looked down on humans as merely a food source, believing they were inferior because of their design. It was an opinion the Hygraces didn't share. While it was accurate that humans were the natural prey of their kind, it didn't mean they had to trod on them or "put them in their place," as he had heard some Wynters hatefully spit. To him, there was plenty to be impressed by when it came to human beings, particularly in the way of their creativity.

Vampires were physically superior, undoubtedly, but they were hindered by their bloodlust. In fact, in Vail's experience, hunting seemed to be their only purpose. There was no time to be innovative when one had to focus on constantly staving off withdrawals. The strength and speed their bodies could handle were just designed to help them become more efficient killers too. No matter what anyone thought, his kind were predators through and through, and there were downsides to that fact.

At Victoria's final comment, Vail averted his gaze. He was certain now that the Lady had no idea Spencer was a Wynter. She would have said so if she did. However, this left him with the dilemma of whether he should tell her or not. As much as he wanted to stay out of the couple's business, it felt unfair of him to knowingly keep her in the dark. From what he could gather from the encounters they'd had so far, she wasn't a bad person—perhaps a little rough around the edges, but who would expect more from a girl who had just lost her father? She deserved to be made aware of what she was getting into.

"Yes, well, that's usually what happens when I cross paths with people like him," he sighed. "The Wynters have despised my family for over a century, and they won't soon let us forget it." Turning back to her, he frowned. "Though I must admit, I was surprised to find out he was chosen to be your husband. Did your father not know which clan he was a part of?"

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Victoria frowned. "So…he IS a Wynter….I knew it…" He fears had been confirmed. Vail knew exactly who Spencer was. In fact, Vail knew a lot more than she did. He would be a valuable font of information she sorely needed. Thus it would be vitally important to make allies of the Hygraces and perhaps an ally of Vail himself. With the promise of her blood as a reward if she had to.

He asked her if her father knew about Spencer. She shook her head. "No. Father would never choose a Wynter for me. Truthfully, my father didn't choose him. My mother did. And if he is a vampire, then he could easily sway a human woman such as her. I suppose that's how he weaselled his way in. Upon thinking it further...it wouldn't surprise me if he had something to do with my father's death." She gave the most long drawn out sigh as they approached the Crest's manor gate. She turned to Vail to bid him a farewell and to give her gratitude of walking her back to her home. Perhaps he did have a good heart deep down beneath that cool exterior. But at least now she understood why he had to be so distant to humans. And the fact he had no vampiric partner suggested that perhaps the vampires were a little on the thin side of the population.

"Well, having this chance to converse more with you has been quite pleasurable, Lord Griffiths." She gave him a small wink using his fake last name he gave her. Plus, if any Saints were around, they wouldn't hear the Hygrace name being thrown around so casually. "It must be lonely for you though…living all that time…away from people. " She felt pity for him in that regard whereas he pitied her situation with the Wynters. Maybe that was why he went to the party. No wonder he was so brilliant at dancing, he had plenty of time to practice.

"I have no idea what the Wynters are up to. But I will find out." She opened the metal gate quietly to not alert her mother indoors to strange activity outside. She turned to go inside her estate when she stopped. "Although…" She turned back to face Vail. "My father did uphold his end of the bargain with your family….I do plan to honour the same truce between our families in his stead." She revealed her promise would continue between the Crests and Hygraces at least. It was her way of showing gratitude to them for not killing humans. She knew their predator instincts were a natural part of life. At least they showed regard for preserving the human race.

There was a hint of longing in her eyes as she gazed at him. She looked lost, curious, with a desire to learn everything about this supernatural world and yearned for more in this miserable life that she was subjected to as a future Wynter, through no choice of her own. Although she was Vail's prey, and he had fed on her sweet nectar, she still regarded him in a positive light. Maybe even an ally with a common enemy. Perhaps it was that lingering feeling that he was so intoxicatingly close to her just minutes earlier. She had never felt such exhilaration from a vampire's pheromones before. She had no idea when she'd run into Vail again, so she'd make this moment count.

"Vail…I-…I'm sorry for yesterday in the tavern. I was angry and I let my emotions rule me that night." Obviously, she meant giving his name away that caused the Saint to attack. "How is your shoulder?" She asked, knowing he was injured there. This was also curiosity asking as she didn't know how fast vampires healed or anything much about their physiology.

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Vail nodded wordlessly when Victoria explained that her father hadn't known what Lord Spencer was, nor had he chosen the Wynter to become her husband. The Lady's guess that Spencer had used her mother as his way into the Crest family was probably right too. If their kind could use their pheromones to force their prey into submission, his rival could have easily done the same to manipulate Alexander's widow. It seemed slimy to him that the other vampire would abuse his hunting abilities in such a perverse manner, but knowing the Wynters, he wouldn't put it past any of them for a moment. They had always been willing to do whatever it took to get their way. If puppeteering humans was a means to their end, they wouldn't hesitate to try it.

As Victoria went on to say that Spencer might have had something to do with her father's death, Vail wasn't sure what to say. Admittedly, he agreed with her. If the Wynters were trying to usurp the head of the Crest household, he wouldn't have been at all surprised to find out they had murdered Alexander to secure it. It was the same trick they had tried on the Hygrace family over a century ago. However, he didn't want to further upset her by reaffirming her belief that the man she was engaged to marry was behind her father's early demise. If it was true, she would surely find out without his help later on.

At last, they arrived at the looming gate in front of the Crest manor. Vail slowed to a stop, lingering a short distance behind the Lady as she approached the barrier. He was relieved that the trip hadn't been long, since he still had to walk all the way back to his own home before he could get some rest. It wasn't a terribly far distance away, but he was glad he had managed to feed that night, otherwise he might have had a hard time getting back. His eyes wandered to Victoria's neck. Despite the discomfort of his recent cravings, her blood had been worth the wait. It was just as satisfying as he had expected, if not more so, and he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be so lucky to taste it again.

Suddenly, the Lady turned back to bid him goodbye, and Vail broke out of his thoughts in mild surprise. The amiability in her voice was quite unexpected. He had just attacked her, yet she seemed to be focusing on their conversation instead. The thought nearly drew a laugh out of him. Victoria Crest was an interesting woman for sure.

"I wasn't expecting so, but it has been enjoyable for me as well," he agreed with a smile. It still felt strange to him that he had just walked his own victim home and chattered with her along the way, but it hadn't been bad. He found that he genuinely liked talking with her. Her innocence and curiosity were a breath of fresh air compared to his always-serious family. He was glad they had had the chance to speak before parting ways.

As she regarded him with pity, Vail's smile faded. His isolated life had become so normal to him that he hadn't considered it might be thought of as lonely to someone on the outside. He and the rest of his family had been in hiding longer than any human had been alive. Staying away from other people was their method of survival. It was the only way he knew how to live. However, after his discussion with Victoria, he wondered if there was perhaps something more to life that he was missing.

He didn't get the chance to dwell on the thought for long before the Lady changed the subject. At her determined words about the Wynters, he smiled again, amused this time. He had no doubt that she would try everything in her power to thwart the rival clan. The tenacity she had shown to him thus far was proof enough of that. Whether she would actually be able to stop them was another question though.

As Victoria turned away to go into to her manor, Vail did as well, preparing to head back to his home. However, he didn't take more than a step before her gentle voice caught his attention once more. Looking back at her, he raised his brow at her offer to uphold the truce that her father had created between the Crests and the Hygraces before his death. He wasn't sure what power she had to make sure a promise, since she wasn't part of the Order, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

"Thank you," he bowed his head courteously. When he rose again, he noticed that the Lady now had an almost melancholic expression on her face. He was just beginning to wonder what was on her mind when she addressed him one more time to apologize for what had happened yesterday.

"Don't fuss over it," he shook his head. Though he hadn't originally planned to reconcile that night, he supposed there was no reason not to talk about it now that she'd brought it up. "I shouldn't have been as inconsiderate to you as I was. I know you were just looking for answers about your father, right?" He'd made the connection throughout their last talk. "I'm sorry I was so short with you."

As she asked about his shoulder, he rolled it again in an absent check of the healing process. "Better now," he mused. "I must admit, feeding on your blood has helped it tremendously. I'm sure I'll be back to normal before the end of the week."


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Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Significant Other: Hugh Van Halder
Hair color, texture, length, style: Dirty ash blonde with layers from ears to shoulders. Her hair is usually worn with shorter layers crimped and pulled back with a few loose strands around her face, the longer layers are curled under and left loose falling to her shoulders.

Eye look, shape & color: Milk Chocolate with amber specks, round eyes with a slight slant at the outer corners.

Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones.

Body Type: Toned body over all with very defined arm muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy. Though not skilled in the magical arts of her people Sana has a stunningly beautiful voice when she sings but it is something that she rarely ever does.

Clothing: She wears a very simple halter top made of tanned leather that tied around the back of her neck and is trimmed in a deep brown rawhide. She wears a matching shorts that is slit on each side of her thighs as to not to hinder her movements. Her boots are a soft suede material that come up to just below her knees and lace up the entire way, soft soles, no heels. She wears a sheer mantle that flows to the ground and is trimmed in the same material as her halter top, usually pulled over her arms to hide their definition.

Armor: Snake Band Arm Cuff with Enchanted Garnet (Barkskin)

Weapons: She carried one small dagger that is used for cutting up meat before cooking for the most part though is works as a throwing dagger if need be. Nothing special about it, the blade is 6 inches of plain steel while the hilt is carved oak. Her other and main weapon is a Recurve Bow that was hand carved for her, she uses cedar arrows that resist warping. Silver Dagger found in the chest of a Liches Layer.

Spells: None

Natural Abilities: Agility, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Excellent marksman with a bow and skilled dagger thrower. Knows some close combat fighting, using her bow in a staff like manner. When weaponless Sana will use her knowledge of acrobatics and gymnastics, combined with her agility, to attack and defend herself.

Personality: Quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody.

History: She comes from a wandering band of gypsy that she left long ago for she refused to become what they wanted her to be. Another dancer and entertainer for the group. She was a tom boy growing up who preferred to spend time with a bow and arrow than a person. Though she never sought the way of her people she is very defensive of them and knows their ways. Skilled in song, dance, showmanship. Nothing traumatic happened during her childhood or growing up but being the typical teenager, hated what her parents wanted for her and in the end left those she knew for a world she wanted to know.

After she reached maturity she decided to leave the home and family she knew and set out on her own. Over the years she has worked in various towns trading furs from animals she has killed on her journeys and worked mercenary from time to time as wars broke out, utilizing her skills as a marksman. Currently she wanders the land hunting and selling fur when she reaches a new town.
(A more in-depth history can be provided if needed.)

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The smokescreen seemed to have worked for the Inquisitor as no one had followed him into one of the alleyways. Traces of the powder stained his robes and armor due to being at the epicenter of the smoke bomb's detonation. Though normally he would find his attire being ruined as irritable sort of thing but now it had its benefits. For one thing, the soot had darkened the bright red and gold colors of his outfit making conveniently unrecognizable until closely inspected. The magic dampening effects of the powder also would have made tracking extremely difficult for the time being. Not that it mattered so much as he was capable of establishing the same hindrance but for the most part, this would make him less obvious.

Now that his efforts were being purposely interrupted, Sergei needed to rethink his approach with the investigation. With the warehouse evidence literally burnt up, he was sure the secured stock the guards he had transporting was next. Obviously this painted a bad picture, especially for the unaware guards. The Inquisitor hurried through the back alleys, hoping it was not too late; but he was sure he already was.

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Navigating the less populated pathways and corridors proved more of a challenge than Sergei had expected. Much of the areas were not very well developed with construction plywood and stone littered on the ground left unattended, years even. If I was a master carpenter, I would be furious with such lack of progress or maintenance thought Sergei as he made his way through the rubble. If he had any more power, he would have re-order the continued development of the entire neighborhood. Well technically he did but it was through intimidation which didn't really look good on an executive request form.

After he making his way out and stepping into the shortcut road, the Inquisitor came upon a grisly scene before him. In front of him were four guards lying on the ground and terribly burned. The wares they had been transporting on his orders had been destroyed with the smoldering remains scattered everywhere on the ground. He had hoped the local monastery would have been able help determine a lead in his investigation before the eventual purification of the idols but that too had gone up in flames. Sergei looked over the bodies one by one, curing and wishing they could have taken a more open route that would have made such an attack seem less likely due to so many potential witnesses in the way. Then again with all things considered, the guards may have forced to head this way due to high civilian traffic or probably road blocks given the amount of organization involved he has been seeing thus far.

Three of the men were dead, burned by demonic fire beyond all recognition but one fellow was still holding on but soon that would change very soon. The man's injuries were dire with evident signs of harsh burns everywhere but not in the exact intensity as with the others as if the intent was to keep him barely alive. Sergei's natural frown contorted into anger; this was a message directed towards him. Sergei growled as he slammed his meaty fist into the ground, knowing he was responsible for this. Had he been the escort, the attackers would have stood little chance but his decision to split the tasks up into someone's else's hands as he perused his personal agenda had costed the live of three soldiers with a forth soon to mark the tally. The guilt nagged at him but even he knew what was done was done and he'll have to simply own up to that.

The man was noticeably breathing heavily and probably not even conscious; he probably did't even realize an Inquisitor was right beside him. Sergei pressed his left palm into the soldier's chest, channeling his healing magic through the man's burned and warped body. Given the damage that was done to him, the patrol guard was beyond saving through healing artes. It was possibly to resurrect him but the magic required to not only heal him but to sew his soul back into his body was at an immense cost, one that would require the trading of positions. The man clearly deserved it but the Inquisitor could not comply with such an act. It was not out of greed for retaining his own life but it was the necessity to avenge these fallen men of duty and personally burn the ones responsible for their deaths at the stake, preferably in public to make their demises and example.

"Do not mistake this act of mine to save you." Sergei said to the man whom was regaining some consciousness, "You are beyond my power as you have faced the full blunt of evil's edge. You have not long to live...I am going to hunt the ones who did this to you and make them accept the full payment of their actions. Tell me what you saw."

The guard stared back with despair in his face and his mouth shuddering as he took in the Inquisitor's words. Tears poured from the man's scarred face knowing his fate had been decided without his consent but eventually he spoke, "M-m'Lord...It w-w-was a hound, ah, Hellhound...The b-beast murdered ever-r-ryone...Burned everything...A...Avenge..."

Sergei was a tad surprised the guard was able to muster all the physical strength he had to grasp the Inquisitor's shoulder. With the man's last breath, he slowly became limb and motionless, his face frozen in place and his skin finally cold. The Inquisitor looked down briefly, murmuring a prayer for the guard and his comrade's safe passing. After a sigh he took to his feet and observed the carnage one more time before raising his warhammer to the evening sky. Channeling his magic though weapon, he casted a small ball of fire into the evening sky that eventually detonated into a mild pop. It was a makeshift signal to the other patrolmen to converge on his position. He preferred to have the men properly dealt with with by their own; he had done enough as is.

Once again he had come across yet another setback, this time at the cost of lives other than his own. This further proved how serious and viscous this organization were willing to take things, especially with the summoning of a Hellhound...Perhaps more. But now the Inquisitor was steamed and filled with guilt fueled rage now converting into a boiling surge of righteous wrath. To many times has this group interfered with his own designs and now he was taking this personal. Whether it had been intentional or not, Sergei was handed the ammunition he needed to wage an all out war. A purge was coming and he was sure to be the one leading the mobs into eventual hunt.

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Enter the Das
 "Yeah I Know Das, fought with him a long time ago. The elf is crazy, but a hero. Launched himself from a catapult dead center into a mass of the enemy. Pretty much won the battle with that explosive stunt of his, and I mean explosive. The elf light up on impact, like some kind of demon. He calls it being a Kafshe, I call it being insane. So yeah, I know Das, no shame that one, no shame at all." - Unknown Dwarf

 The moonlight peaked through the loosely stitched canvas propped as a tent against the shifting sands of the unforgiving desert. Clothes of fur and a long hunters knife sat next to a discarded rucksack as an athletic grey skinned elf lay on his back. The journey had been a long one, but had it been for naught? I suppose that would depend on why he started to journey in the first place, and if he counted it as a new journey after his last, or if it was all just one big journey. That's the funny thing about journeys, Das the elf thought to himself, where do they really begin and end, and do they really ever. I suppose the journey is what you make of it then, if nothing else.

 After a few more moments of philosophical pondering the elf poked his black haired head out of the tent, the warm desert wind catching it's long locks as he squinted his bestial amber eyes, hiding it from the sand blown by the wind. In front of his tent was a massive rock face, and carved into it was an intricate entrance to some unknown city. Of course Das knew taking a tent outside was better than stepping foot in there and trying to rest. A mistake he was not unfamiliar with in his youth.

 He took a step out and winced as the still hot sand burned his bare feet. The wind however felt great on his naked muscular body as he put his hands on his hips and took a great inhale, ready to start the day, despite it being completely night out. His never ending vulpine grin was plastered across his surprisingly shaved cheeks as he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment and opening them only when he felt the presence of others.

 Without a shift in his smile, despite his uncovered appearance, his amber eyes quickly fell upon a wet variety pack of adventurers exiting the structure. He laughed to himself and his eyes seemed to glow with amusement, clearly he had made the right choice camping outside.

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Hugh pressed his face into her hand, leaving a gentle kiss one it. He felt all the stress and the hurt leaving his burdened mind. It felt good to love. It felt good to heal. Her kisses felt good and her body pressed against his felt better. With it, he was feeling his past melt away. He felt like all the bad that had happened meant nothing anymore. He felt like after it all he could live again. This was what healing was. Not vengeance.

Hugh felt his hands along her warm smooth skin, soaking it all in. It seemed like there was never a moment when her touch and feeling her there with him could make him feel uneasy.

 She left the embrace of his arms and headed up the exit to find the outside, looking back briefly to say some words to him. "It's not like you're married," She seemed to say in jest. His smile persisted as he thought about that, the issue pressing on his mind that he had been married once. He thought of what she would think of him to know he had a family before all this.

Maybe she would like him better, knowing he had not given into carousing with many women to heal the hurt. Hugh was someone who settled for only one woman and Sana was now that woman he would devote his affections to. He followed her, looking as happily as ever, up through their exit, to find the moonlit night covering the sands and the ruins.

It was magnificent, and it was made happier by the sight of his long awaiting horse. Rodger seemed to blow his nostrils at the ground, looking for a form of vegetation to chew on. No doubt the sand irritated his nose whenever he snorted. Hugh smiled at the sight of the peaceful animal, his old friend who had been with him for so long. "Damn good to see you, boy." He muttered, breathing in the cool desert night air.

It was peaceful again, letting him feel relieved that he might not have to fight again. He was tired and ready to relax. This was a time for rejuvenation from the fighting, and Hugh would feel horribly sore in the morning.

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Sana smiled towards Hugh as they made their way from the tomb of an existence below, breathing in the night air and letting it fill her lungs. It was wonderful to be out from such place of death and decay. The cool night air against her skin was rejuvenating. Watching Hugh find Rodger, she relaxed a bit, glad the steed was okay and had fared far better than the rest of them over the course of the day.

 Taking a few steps Sana got that feeling in the pit of her stomach and suddenly she was drawing an arrow from her quiver; nocking it into place as she eyed the new face. It was dark out and shadows were playing with her at first. Then she realized the man was naked. "Who the hello are...." she began, words trailing off quickly as she stepped closer; her arrow pointed towards his heart. Taking a deep breath she kicked the sand towards him as her bow lowered.

 "For the love of God, put some fucking clothes on Das!" she snapped; arrow dropping back into its quiver as quickly as it had been drawn, bow following suit. Shaking her head she wandered over to Rodger and pulled out her water skin to let the horse get some much needed refreshment. "Don't kill the pointy eared bastard," she yelled to the rest of the group without looking back to Das until he was clothed.


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Age: 19
Year: 1st
Gender: Male
Species: Warlock (Water specialization)
Physical Description:

In Depth Physical Description: Standing at five and a half feet tall, Morgan is a rather thin individual, though not completely devoid of muscle. He has a mop of dark brown hair, always parted in the middle, that falls to his shoulders. Often hidden by his hair are dark blue eyes framed by sharp features that always seem a little distant. He tends to wear a scarf and jacket no matter the weather, and will do without the jacket before abandoning the scarf. Running from the back of his neck to his lower back are jagged scars, from falling through a crust of ice into a frozen lake and shredding his back on ice and stone.
Personality: Morgan is generally seen as quiet and reserved, and for good reason. He is prone to get lost in introspection, even in the middle of a conversation. Equally slow to judge and to trust, his every move and word in public seem to be chosen with deliberate care. Even among friends he tends to be seen as a little odd, though once he warms up he becomes more free and talkative. He tries hard to avoid drama of any kind, but inevitably tries to help his friends as best he can.
Hobbies: Reading, observing nature, drawing and writing (mostly to record notes), and dabbling with potions.
Familiar: Judas, a grumpy, grey-eyed black cat.
Extra: Morgan was born into a predominantly female coven, and has several full and half-sisters of varying ages. His only half-brother is much younger.

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Suleykaar

"Silly dragon, balls are for dancing, not talking!" His smile turned more into a frown and before he could say anything she had moved on to see one of her newest friends. Though, Sulley thought it was more f her next emotional meal than anything else. A slight grin appeared on his face with the faintest set of hungry looking eyes. 'Your such a tease...' He turned his attention back to Laurel and... Her mother?

He sighed as his posture and face became more stoic with his head cocked slightly to the side. "A little early to introduce parents don't you think?" A twitch in the mouth. "Suleykaar, this is my mother Nadia. Mother, this is my acquaintance Suleykaar. He is friends with my roommate Kiara of the Unseelie Court."

"Friends? A bit of a rush to call us friends."

"Suls, from the way you two were interacting I wouldn't be opposed to the idea that you like her. Suley shot him a glare before looking away. "Preposterous. She is nothing but a mere toy for me to play with."  Anders smirked before drawing his attention back to Laurel and her mother.

".......You do." A light growl and a smoky snort came from Suley.

I do apologize for the digression. As stated I am Suleykaar and this here is my dear friend Anders." Anders gave an almost graceful bow before standing back up, his hand on the but his sword's hilt. It wasn't in a menacing manner but rather a gesture out of habit. It was comfortable.

"I see m'lady that beauty runs in the family. I would have expected nothing less." Suley rolled his eyes.

"What do we have here? A dragon and a human who smells of dragon. An armed human. Do tell young dragon, what use is an armed human to you?"

Anders spoke up before Suleykaar could answer. Instead Nadia's comment left Suley with a bad taste in his mouth. 'Smells of dragon? So this is the path you wish to walk, Gifted? So be it.' Suley looked over at Laurel and saw the pleading eyes at which he responded with the faintest of smiles.

"A friend and brother." If eyes could tell the history someone had with someone else, his word tell a story for the ages. They showed war and experience on the battlefield, they showed the loses he suffered and the painful hardships he dealt with. But more importantly, they showed the defensive side of Anders. His voice though only complemented what his eyes told.

Suley looked over at Anders with a smile before looking back at Laurel's mother, a snort of smoke escaping his nostrils. "If you were looking for a more in-depth answer you will not hear it. That is something between me and Anders and if you are displeased with said answer-"

He pointed over towards the door were the beginning of the hors d'oeuvres table. "There is a suggestion box by the door should you need to voice your complaints. Come Anders, I've been wanting to try this one thing called pizza." Him and Anders had begun to walk away until Suley had gotten this gleem in his eyes to which Anders took quick notice and sighed. ' Forgive me Laurel but I will NOT be spoken to like this."

"The funny thing is though, gifted-" A bit of venom was added in with gifted. His tone seemed to have shifted into what could be described as cockiness but for Suley it was more of a challenge towards Nadia as he turned to face the three of them. "the smell of human isn't any better and considering that the gifted-" Waving an open palm towards Nadia in a gesturing manner. "such as yourself are nothing more than glorified humans with magical capabilities, you carry this appalling scent that is just as pungent if not more so than any human thanks to that gifted side of you. It draws in this air that is a bit revolting but I guess that comes with the title, hm?" He contorted his face to that of a mild disgust as he sniffed the air.

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Morgan's blush didn't go unnoticed. So innocent, so tempting. But innocence wasn't very useful to an unseelie faerie. Lust would taste so much better. Piper grinned wickedly and Kiara smiled at her. Perhaps the girl would be more fun? Morgan introduced her as his sister, to which she promptly shoved him towards Kiara and insisted that he'd love to dance.

"Um.. Well then… Let's dance? I guess?" he stammered awkwardly. "You guess?" Kiara teased him with a laugh that sounded like tiny, tinkling bells. "My goodness, this place is so dull! It needs more faeries!" That much was true, Kiara had yet to meet another faerie at Rosa Claire, and boy was she looking! Perhaps that was for the best, though, what if she had met one and they turned out to be some seelie scum? Kiara nearly growled in disgust. But, there was the matter of flustered boy in front of her right now, whose feet were much to still, and she needed to do something about that.

"Come, leave your guessing behind…" Kiara insisted as she took hold of his wrists and tugged him towards the dancefloor. "A few moments with me, and you'll never want to stop." her tone was a seductive purr. Once among the crowd of dancing students, Kiara let go of his wrists and began to move to the beat of the music. The cool stone felt heavenly beneath her bare feet as spun around Morgan, always keeping at least one body part of hers in contact with him as they danced, much like a tango. Dancing with a faerie was enchanting and hypnotic, often leaving both partners with an overwhelming sense of euphoria. Back home, it was common practice for unseelie faeries to steal the humans that they found prettiest, and bring them back to Faerûn. The faeries would then tempt the humans with faerie foods which, after a single bite, would bind the humans to the faerie realm, where they would forever dance and play as the faeries watched, like one might admire the scene in a snowglobe. It was a cruel practice, but the unseelie were never known for their kindness.

The song came to a close and the crowd of students stilled their bodies in preparation for the next song. Kiara looked up to the rather tall warlock and her eyes shifted from yellow to a red color that was slightly deeper than her hair. Standing up on tiptoes, Kiara was able to plant a butterfly kiss on his cheek. She pinched the feathers on both sides of her dress as she curtsied before him. "Thank you for the dance." she said. Ever the slave to her unseelie temperament, Kiara flitted off to chase her next passion, leaving poor Morgan dazed and in the dust.

As most dances did, this ball offered a host of finger-foods and refreshments, and this little faerie had a hankering for something sweet. Kiara browsed the selection and decided on trying something labeled 'strawberries'. They were small, red fruits that somewhat resembled yelkies from back home, except yelkies were bright purple. Kiki was just about to try a nibble when a more mouthwatering scent reached her nose. Violence, bloodlust… war. Kiara looked to the source of the delicious aromatic assault: a tall, proud woman who stood beside Laurel across the room.

"War calls to you, doesn't it?" a deep, familiar voice asked from behind her. Kiara's eyes widened, could it be? "That's my blood in your veins." he explained.

Before she could even take a bite, the 'strawberry' fell from Kiara's fingers with a plop. Shocked, she turned slow on her heels until her eyes met her father's. His hair glistened like silver moonlight and his pale skin mirrored that of her own. Cynbel was a breathtaking representation of all the ferocity and beauty of the Unseelie Court. After a few moments of speechlessness, Kiara managed to squeak out a single word.

"Daddy!" Kiara chirped before throwing her scrawny arms around him. Cynbel chuckled and kissed the top of her head. He ran his hands down her arms and separated their hug enough so that he could get a good look at her. "By all the gods… you look just like her." His voice was rapt with emotion as he studied her, curling a lock of her cherry red hair around his finger. Kiara directed her gaze to the floor in shame. "But not just that," Cynbel continued and tilted her chin up so he could look once more into her eyes, smiling with pride. "Your beauty would make Queen Morrigan herself green with envy." That brought forth a smile and even a small blush from Kiara.

A slower song began to play and Cynbel extended a gloved hand to his daughter. "Care to share a dance with your old man?" Kiara wanted nothing more…

The pairs of dancing students and alumni gave Cynbel and Kiara a wide berth as they swayed to the soft music. Seeing the two of them together, it was no question where Kiara had inherited her aura of menace. Kiara closed her eyes and rested her head against her father's ornate breastplate, savoring each and every moment with him as they danced. He had told her that he could only stay for a song or two but his presence, however brief, meant the world to the daughter he only saw a few times a year.

"Should I introduce myself?" Cynbel's voice caused her eyes to snap open once again. "To whom?" Kiara mumurred. "The man staring at staring at us." Kiki was about to ask a humorous, yet relevant question: 'which one?' before her father added, "He's about my height with long black and red hair…" Kiara froze up, if only slightly. "Oh! No. No... that won't be necessary." she said, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing completely.

"Oh reealllyy?" Cynbel mused.

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Kiara's seductive promise proved to be quite true in the end. The purr in her voice caused Morgan to blush deeper and stumble as she pulled him out among the other dancers. Despite the trepidation in his voice and movements on the way to the dance floor, he couldn't help but be enchanted by the presence of the fey creature before him. Having grown up among many sisters he proved to be an able dancer once under te grip of the music, but was simply unable to see how he could hold a candle to the raw beauty of his partner. His eyes followed her every move, and were inclined to wander along her form as she danced. The warmth of their constant contact eventually turned his mind in a more indecent direction, only causing his cheeks and neck to redden all the more.

When, after what seemed like both forever and far too little time, the music ended, Morgan stood as though stunned. He was staring into Kiara's eyes as they changed color, and it struck him that the red quite suited her. His cheeks continued to burn while she thank him for the dance, and he could do little more than stare after her retreating form and mutter his own thanks long after she had moved away. Eventually, the press of other students reminded him that he was standing in the middle of the dance floor. Head still in the clouds, or anywhere else he could imagine himself with the faerie, he made his way back to his original position near the wall. Piper had already returned, and was positively beaming at the look on Morgan's face.

"Shut up," was all he offered as he leaned against the wall next to her, pulling his scarf up over the lower half of his face.

"Whatever, you can thank me later." Piper shook her head as her comment went unheard, as Morgan was already deep in thought again. While looking for Kiara amongst the crowd, his eyes fell on the confrontation between his roommate and a friend and what looked to be Laurel's family. It looked like something he wanted to stay well clear of, for the time being.


[System]
Age: 21
Appearance:

Personailty: Particularly quiet (possibly because he's almost completely mute) and still a bit shy around people at first, but caring towards other individuals. He has always been a bit spacey, sometimes retreating into his own head for long periods of time until he is interrupted. Of course, he's had to get used to doing this a lot less ever since his mind was invaded by his demon. His favorite flowers are catkins, and he cannot stand any kind of food that appears to have a face for some reason. Other than that, though, he loves food and will normally be fine with eating most anything.

He still wears a bell on his wrist from another time in his life. It's very precious to him.

Bio: Kyo was also a student in college when the demon appeared in his head, but he takes a lot of online classes still to keep on top of things and is currently the artist for a web series that he works on in his spare time. Even the followers have noted that this series has gotten a bit darker since around a certain time, though exactly why could never be revealed.

Demon: Nightmares

[User] Katherin hummed as she made her way to the kitchen. She wasn't the best cook but now that she had people to cook for, she wanted to cook for them. She asked Secrets if he knew what they would like but since most people didn't try to hide their favorite foods he didn't have an answer for her. So she decided on eggs. They were simple enough and most people liked them so it seemed like the best bet.

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Kyo woke up a bit slowly, a bit surprised that he hadn't suffered from any nightmares this time. Perhaps his demon was taking a break...or maybe just building up to something much worse later. It always seemed to like messing with him every now and then.

Deciding to just be grateful for the time being, the dark-haired man rose to get ready for the day, blinking a bit sleepily at the room he found himself in. It took a moment for him to remember the details of exactly what happened the night before, but it made a bit more sense by the time he had cleaned up and gotten into a new change of clothing. Just a simple pair of black trousers and a nice blue shirt were all that he felt would be necessary for the day, though he slipped a hair tie into his pocket just in case before leaving the room.

After a bit of wandering, the dark-eyed man eventually made it back to the main hall they had been in the day before, realizing that he actually didn't know where he should be going. Perhaps there is somewhere we should meet for breakfast? I wonder where the kitchen is...

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Stretching, Rez curled over, mumbling something vaguely along the lines of "don-wanna, go-way" before snuggling back down into the mountain of blankets and pillows.

Dragging himself back up from sleep, Rez eventually woke up. Stretching up, he yawned, opening his eyes and looking round, slightly in shock. Where the hell was he? It took a few seconds of staring blankly at the roomful of books for Rez to remember what had happened. He groaned dropping his head in his hands, it still wasn't just a nightmare. Finally getting over that, he leapt up, Grabbing the book from the night before and reinstalling it in its place. Grumbling a little, he headed out of the library, wandering aimlessly until he stumbled across a scent that made his stomach growl. Following his nose to find the kitchen, he wandered into the main hall, seeing a head of vaguely familiar looking dark hair. Strolling over, Rez silently confirmed it was the same man he had challenged yesterday, and lost against. "Morning. Looking for the kitchen? I think it's this way," he gestured towards where the smell was coming from, the rumbling beast in his stomach agreeing with that statement. "Oh, I'm Rez by the way, I don't think I've introduced myself. Also, thank you for the game yesterday, sorry if it was a bit ……odd." He grinned then, happy and carefree, walking backwards in the direction he thought the kitchen was, not caring that he was still wearing the same rumpled clothes as the day before, nor that his white hair was sticking up, shooting off in every direction physically possible.@YamiCuoreLaroux

[Assistant] Kyo turned to the voice he heard with some slight surprise, not quite expecting to see the same male who had so suddenly asked for a game of card the other day. It made sense that he would still be here, of course, but his appearance in this particular place this early had caught him a bit off guard. Still, he nodded in response and took out his tablet to type. "Good morning, and yes, that is where I am headed. I hope that you slept well?" Honestly, he hadn't been too sure about that question, what with the appearance that he seemed to be sporting at the moment. It was already out there before he could take it back, though, so he continued and hoped that it would at least be ignored if it wasn't true. "I am Kyo. I cannot seem to remember whether or not I introduced myself either. I apologize for that rude error of mine, and it is nice to formally meet you." Since he seemed to be going off to the kitchen already, the silent male followed him, vaguely catching the scent of something cooking as he walked. It seemed that Rez did indeed know where he was going.

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Rez grinned, "Oh I always look like this when I wake up, and yes I slept fine, don't really remember it, but I don't feel tired any more, sooo……" He was feeling talkative this morning. His hair would eventually stop mimicking a hedgehog, not that Rez cared, it could stay like that the whole day as far as he was concerned. He would change his clothes eventually, after breakfast, of course. All his spare gear was tucked away in the panniers on his motorbike, he'd left it there with the faint hope that this wouldn't take long, but he had vaguely known that that was just a wish.

Still walking backwards, he leapt up a small group of stairs, tripping backwards on the top one and landing on his backside with a small 'thump'. His face showed shock, almost comically, staying frozen for a few seconds before erupting into a fit of laughter. Sniggering he sprung up, still grinning like a loon.

"Hey I found this book in the library, this place is so big it even has a library and it's crammed full of books, anyway, there was this book with a picture of a dragon called Incognito, and it was going like this," He demonstrated, using the open flaps of his light blue hoodie to mimic the wings, wrapping his arms out in-front of him and ducking his head a little, peering at Kyo through a small gap. Giggling like a little kid he didn't see the wall, curtsy of going backwards, and so walked straight back into it.

"Oopps." he snickered, making the most of having no voice in his head.

[Assistant]
The dark-eyed man could tell that something was definitely different with the boy this morning, though he thought that perhaps it was just because he might have been tired the day before as well. When Rez fell after climbing the short group of stairs, however, he started to worry slightly. The slight shock on his face had hardly worn off and he hadn't even finished typing to ask if he was hurt before the younger male had burst out laughing and jumped back up. Before Kyo had time to completely comprehend the scene in front of him, Rez had already started going on about a...hiding dragon in a book...complete with a demonstration of exactly how it hid using his hoodie...

...which, of course, ended with him crashing backwards into something else.

Now questioning whether he was being affected more from his unfortunate bumps into the various parts of the interior than he had previously thought, Kyo moved a bit closer to ascertain that there hadn't been any injury. "Are you really alright?" If his face hadn't been showing much concern before, it certainly was now, and he only hoped that the kitchen wasn't much further so perhaps they could get there without many more incidents.

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"Are you really alright?"

Rez's head snapped up to look at the concerned face of Kyo, his red eyes gleaming in the light from the corridor. "Yep, I'm great, thanks." He smiled, "You gotta make the most out of life, and even more when you don't have a voice in your head." Picking himself up from where he had slumped down to the floor, Rez fell into step with Kyo, deciding they must be getting close as the smell was getting stronger. He knew he was acting like a five year old, not that it fazed him, these moments could be few and far between. Sprawling forwards, having tripped over his own feet, he grinned, "Hey, I found the kitchen!"

[Assistant] "Good morning. I was just about to go looking for everyone. I made some eggs. If you want something else please feel free. I am not the best cook but I am working on learning."Katherin told them. She wanted them to stay. She would do whatever it took. She had a feeling that they were going to need each other. Maybe not to day but eventually. The demons were not easy to manage alone. Surely having someone supporting them would make things easier.

[User] "Oh, oh, oh, do you have potatoes?????" Rez sprung up from the floor and bounced over to Katherin, a massive grin spreading across his face. He'd never really liked eggs, but that was okay, it was the thought that counted, and anyway, how was she supposed to know what random strangers liked to eat? He started opening cupboards randomly, fishing out a fair sized fry-pan, and setting it on a counter. "Oh, sorry," he muttered, realizing he'd been rude.

[Assistant] "Please feel free to make yourself at home."Katherin assured him. She was glad that he had felt comfortable enough to go looking for what he needed. She hoped that meant that he felt at home her. She desperately wanted the others to stay. She didn't want to be alone anymore. And she knew they would need each other. People would be hunting them. She wanted her new family to be safe. And she did consider the others family.

[User] After receiving permission to keep rummaging, Rez hunted around, grabbing out; a grater, a plate, an armfull of potatoes, a slab of butter and a fish-slice thingie. Dumping them all on the bench, he filled the bottom of the sink with water, scrubbed the potatoes, placed the fry-pan on a hot-plate, turning it on and dropping some butter in. Letting the butter melt, Rez grated the potatoes onto a chopping board, grabbing a couple of handfuls and dropping them into the hot butter. Flipping the potato patties over when each side was cooked, Rez dropped them on the plate, and added more to the pan, grabbing one and munching as he cooked.

[Assistant] "Good morning, Miss Winter. I hope that you slept well, and thank you for your kindness." Kyo bowed his head slightly when he saw Katherin, greeting her the same way he always felt was natural. "I would be glad to have some of the eggs if that is alright. May I also make some tea if there is any available?" He kept his eyes slightly averted as the tablet read out the request, still unable to make direct eye contact during this sort of situation. It just didn't feel natural to him to do so.

[User] "Of course you can. I am sure I have some here somewhere."Katherin frowned at the cabinets. She had bought some for herself. But she couldn't remember where she had put it. She started opening cabinets."I've got raspberry and regular. We can go into town later and get whatever I don't have."She told him setting the two flavors down.

[Assistant] A small box filled with an assortment of tea bags sat precariously on the dusty surface of the mahogany table in the old, frigid study. A few empty packages were scattered along side the box. Accompanying the box was a stack of old books, hard cover and full of thick yellowish pages. A soft, ethereal chuckle echoed from the corners of the study as another cup of tea poured itself from a steaming kettle, which somehow stayed hot in spite of the cold air. With one book finished, the slender fingers of a gloved hand set the finished tome down on the table and picked up another, bringing it into the seat along with the refilled teacup. The faint smell of earl grey wafted out from under the study door and into the hall.

[User] "Thank you, raspberry will be fine. I'm sorry to trouble you like this." Kyo gave a small smile as he placed his tablet down on the counter while he looked for a kettle. After a bit of searching, he eventually found one and began to fill it with water, but stopped in realization before he finished. Turning back to the tablet, he began typing again. "Would you like for me to make a cup for you as well?"

[Assistant] "I would love a cup of tea."Katherin replied. she filled her plate with eggs and sat at the table watching the other two. She was glad that she had been chosen to be the keeper of a demon. Because of Secrets she had a chance to make new friends. She had a chance to build a family. Something she doubted thst she coukd have had a chance at without the life changing event of recieving a demon.

[User] The male's dark hair bobbed along with his head as he nodded in response, prompting him to take the chance to tie it back before he went back to filling the kettle. As soon as he had it set on the stove, he began to search for a couple of teacups. Setting them on the table once he had them in hand, he turned back to the cabinets again. "Do you like cream or sugar, or anything else in your tea?"


[System]
Race: Human

Position: Soon to be the Summer Court.

Age: 30

Personality: Melody is heartless, cruel, and obviously dangerous. She knows nothing about remorse, and has no qualms about slitting someone's throat, regardless of who it is. By definition, she's a serial killer, perhaps one of the most wanted ones of this generation and possibly this era. She doesn't value life and sees everyone as expendable.

Appearance: Melody is five-eight and a half with green eyes and long red hair, she's fit and slightly muscular, allowing her to run for long periods of time and lift at least twice her body weight. She tends to wear black clothing, typically made of leather, but she does happen to have a few non-leather outfits. She always wears her trademark, custom made, black leather trench coat. The coat was designed to have hidden pockets inside the jacket for knives or other such sharp objects. She has a pair of holsters strapped to her lower back, which obviously hold her two favorite handguns.

Background: Melody's past remains a mystery, she's never become close to another person, and if she has, they're likely not alive anymore to talk about it. Her name became known to the world when the news reported a triple homicide involving the CEO of a major company, the calling card left at the scene were titles of songs on a CD. This caused the media to call her the Songstress, a name that stuck despite the authorities' attempts to deter this result. As the years passed, Melody perfected her craft, eventually learning how to enter high security locations and escape without being noticed. She's the perfect killer, except for one little thing, she's slightly unstable mentally.

[User]
Giomanch darted through Fall's lands. Cliff faces soared along the dense forests, the trees ancient sentinels standing guard over the many paths that led to various parts of the Fae Realm. Most did not use the path much like the Hunter. The trees were large enough that the ground between them was sparse of the normal undergrowth. Startling a herd of Fawn into flight the Cwn Annwn slowed his pace. The Rulers should be at the meeting he suspected. Falk's little stunt was sure to irk them. What was his master planning? Already the Fall Fae were a buzz and the Hunt was impatiently waiting. None dared ride though, the last one who had leapt ahead of the command had been the most recent addition to the Fall's mighty throne.

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Aisling walked up the damp stone steps from the tucked away stairs. "If Fae measured wealth as power, he still remains king." Her voice was disgusted as she sat upon the stone steps of the dais that led from the great hall of trees and pools of mist. The other stair was tucked closes against the dais, curving behind it, below was lain a trove that a dragon would envy. Strumming the harp with danty fingers, she felt the ghastly presence of the Hunt. A frosted mist, a shuffle of hooves.

The Hunt was more than the Fae that joined it, was was the very essence of the mist, of the twin pools that ran along the Fall's throne room. If one cared to look in the pool, they would see the Fae that waited there but they also would see the imprisoned hunters. Those who had betrayed and served loyally alike. Ancient Fae waited there for their Lord of Fall to call them forth of mist and cold death. To Ride the night sky, to unleash the hounds and urge the horses to charge. To hear the horn blow. Wraiths. The Irish woman shuddered. Wraiths were the great Hunt. The horror none could escape from. A irony on death. Tegvan held more power than any Fae save those of Fall could guess. Already the Fae of Fall that would join the hunt were roaming the Fall lands, picking up those Fae who had not sworn themselves to it's ruler.

[Assistant] The Spring Queen gave a little tut, and a tight smile danced across her face, "I do hope you aren't having trouble controlling your land," She said with a hint of smugness in her voice, "But yes, I'm doing well." She responded, and then added, "If you don't mind my asking, you wouldn't mind telling me what's happened? Just out of curiosity." She asked, using her silvertongue just a touch. Information was alway useful, no matter what it was. "I trust nobody from My court would dream of even stepping foot out of line." She added.

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Amaryllis stood among the trees. She stood there silently, listening to the trees chatter and feeling the wind through her leaves. This is what she will miss when she leaves. Ama opened her eyes and looked through the canopy, seeing the filtering lights of the sky. She gazed down at the long grass and the mixture of flowers that have more hues than she could count. One cannot get this in the gardens. The gardens of the castle come close, but it is nothing compared to the forest.
Sometimes, Amaryllis wishes she was born out here. She would have nothing to worry about except for the preservation of the trees. But she was not. She was taught by the fae to think at a higher level than most dryads. Ama shrugged off this thought. Her life was full of beauty and wonder in the court she served.
Ama suddenly heard the light crunches of grass a bit of distance away. Footsteps. She glided through the glass and looked around a great oak. To her surprise, she saw the Summer King's pet. Ama smiled and laughed softly, stepping out from behind the tree.
"Oh little Lyra. What are you doing out here?"

[Assistant]
With a heavy sigh and star twinkling eyes Bayen trudged around the palace looking for a familiar face. He got many stares from his ruffled hair, it was honestly just stuck in place from when it was tied back. Of course he didn't want the forge to singe his hair down to his scalp, then he would owe some Fae for a hair growing potion. There would be no possible way he would walk around the court half bald, he felt he looked silly enough as is.

Flustered he decided to meander his way to the kitchen yet again finding his way to the teloportion door, more like wall as it was semi hidden, and ran into the section he thought was the one that would take him to his forge. Well he thought that was the door way, smacking into the icy wall he felt his nose waver dangerously close to breaking, clutching his nose and checking for blood out of paronia he sat on the ground for a few moments attempting not to squirm. At this task he failed miserably.

Feeling further defeat he moved over to the next panel and inched his way into the portal being yanked again into the void, only to be spit outside into the snow face first "Daughter of a Pixie's flower child!" He raged standing and kicking snow, it spread out magnificently as though it were falling all over again into mist. Looking to his right out of reflex he noticed a girl and her dog, the dog was growling, not a good sign, and on the ground a winged Fae stood, never a good sign.

After a moment of staring Bayen walked slowly to the girl stopping a yard away, at least a little further than the dog could reach "Hello little lady, are you alright? You look a little cold... And blind? I came here on purpose, I suppose you did so on accident." he said removing his jacket and holding it out like a simpleton "Right... Your... I'm holding out an extra jacket for you directly over your service animal." he half lied, the jacket was his own from his very own shoulders, though he was more than used to a strong portion of the cold. Of course his words might have been simple, but even he was not affected by the winter style enough to call her blind twice. He had been more or less surprised to see such a person after such a long time. He was not so scared of the animal anymore as he was poised to draw and stab it with his saber, he stopped taking chances with beasts long enough ago, that damned Grimilkin.

He remembered the Fae and quickly wrapped up his thoughts warning the woman "First you may call me Bain, second that is not my real name even if it is close, third do not reveal your full name to any being here no matter how honey sweet the words they use are. Can you do this?" he instructed carefully, but very quickly, so as to not be confusing as his normal self yet speedily as to not be stopped. The entire time eyeing the raven like Fae. However he completely understood that no matter the preperation a normal person received it would still be neigh upon impossible to understand everything. Of course her best bet would be to give her name to Mazenna, but he had not seen her in a few days him being stuffed up in his forge crafting the little bit of bronze he had. Then again he might have to contend with an ancient Fae, he kind of wanted to cry, but held fast for the woman infront of himself.

Giving his full attention to the Fae he smiled with a bit of warmth and distrust "And how do you do on this fine day?" He covered up poorly, he mostly felt like a fish out of water infront of the winged Fae.

@Prince of Seraphs Shout out to @FateWeaver Fourth paragraph hahaha.

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Grim stared at Max long and hard before taking a deep breath and pushing his glasses back into their proper resting place. Calming visibly, he turned and started to onward again. "I shall explain a few things on the way, but we dare not delay any further. The Winter Court awaits."

"To answer your question as simply as possible, a name is a manner of control. Every being, mortal or immortal, has a name that belongs to them and none other. Many of these beings are powerful enough to make you regret even whispering a portion of their name, but you humans lack the power to defend yourselves in such a way. In essence, I have both taken you slave and sheltered you from others doing so. And there's nothing you can do about it. So long as you behave, I shall be polite and you won't find your name used against you often." Grim was dangling the truth in front of Max as one might with a bone and a dog, teasing him with the reality that was now his life. This specimen was proving entertaining, and to be a quick learner. Both were useful qualities, things Grimus sought in an agent of Winter.

"However, if you resist I will show you the full extent of what is now possible, without ever laying a finger on you. This could be great fun for both of us, but I will lose neither sleep nor joy if you force me to kill you." The threats were made rather flippantly, but were still very real. Grim didn't want to hurt this man further if he didn't have to. As long as Max accepted his new station, he figured it would be beneficial for them both.

[Assistant] Lost wasn't so sure about avoiding the Hunt anymore. Maybe it would be fun for him this year. It had been a while since he last joined. The Lady was below him alone now that Falk's love had left. She was very powerful and having her by his side would certainly keep him safe. As long as she didn't try to harm him herself. Lost had never done anything to her, and she was much more cunning than he was. She wouldn't let him put his guard down for a moment, or else he would end up in her service somehow. Having her as a companion was worth the risk. She probably already sensed him anyways. He dropped down out of the tree next to her. "Hello my Lady. Would you mind if I accompanied you for the Hunt this year?"

[User] Voices. This is what she heard, one was talking to whom she thought was her, though she could barely make out the words. The tone though, the individual was trying to save her. Yes, she was positive of that. Whoever, or whatever it was, wanted her to live. She tried to open her eyes again, only managing to crack one a bit, the figures before her appearing to be nothing more than shadows. Live...yes...I must...live... she thought just before passing out. Her dreams were strange, she dreamed she was alive once more in this strange landscape, dancing among the trees as the wind blew her hair around. It was as if she were happy and content for once, as if she was part of the landscape herself. She felt at home, strangely enough. If it were anyone else, it might have been strange for them to feel that way, but not her. The best way for her to describe it was that she was meant to be here, as if it was meant to be her home. Her dream stopped when a shadow loomed over her, darkening everything around her. Was she scared? Not in the least. She was curious, who was this shadowed figure? Would she ever know? Before she could figure it out, her eyes slowly began to open. As they adjusted, she found she was no longer in that strange place. Well, she was, but not where she had been to begin with. She looked around, slowly sitting up as she scanned her surroundings. More of them. More of those twisted, yet oddly beautiful objects surrounded her, but they weren't like the ones she saw before. Her mind then suddenly recalled her wound, which she immediately touched, finding nothing there. No mark, no scar, nothing. It was as if it never existed in the first place. "How is that possible? I could have sworn I was dying..." she said out loud, clearly confused by the whole situation.


[System]
tbe

"Pretty is, as pretty does, you feel me?"

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General Information

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Age
Sixteen
Gender
Male
Hometown
Cerulean City, Kanto
Aspiration
Pokémon Coordinator

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Characterization

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Physical Description
Indy is about 176 cm tall with a runner's physique and weight of about 145 lbs. His black hair is thick, coily, and it's kept in a mohawk. His skin is dark, the color of freshly turned soil. His facial expression is usually calm, with dark eyes and somewhat feminine features.
Personality
Indy comes across as stoic and chill. He is lazy, easygoing, sociable, if more on the laconic side. He prefers to listen and comment rather than come up with conversation on his own, just because it's easier, though holding conversation isn't a problem by any means. Despite his lax nature, he speaks honestly, but politely, not usually one to stir up trouble with others. Often, he's not great with confrontation, preferring to push things under the rug and stew over it way too long for his own good. Because that's way easier than confronting someone.

With Indy's relaxed and "everything'll come out in the wash" nature, he tends to severely underestimate how difficult things can be, which can result in trouble that he doesn't want to put effort into. Truth be told, Indy finds it difficult to try because of his fear of failing, because deep down, he knows he's lived a life without effort and he doesn't want to through the pain of actually having to try. Needless to say, this also doesn't make him the most reliable person. Sure, he'll set out with the intent to do something, but eventually end up failing to do whatever he was supposed to do.

In addition to his laziness, Indy is somewhat vain and tends to focus on appearances more than he or anyone should. He judges people based on their style , and pokemon, how they look. While he's more than willing to be friends even with someone cool even if he doesn't find them fashionable, he feels that his eventual pokemon must have a certain aesthetic or charm. Of course, he might have to prepare for when that doesn't happen.

Finally, he's pretty socially apt, having been surrounded by a highly social environment most of his life. He likes comforting people and being there for them, but only if it doesn't take too much effort. Otherwise he'd probably excuse himself with: "Hm, I guess I should go. You probably need to be alone. Call me if you need me." Still, like any human, he can have his moments of altruism and selflessness. He does like helping people, he usually just assumes he can't do it, which is something he'll have to discover and grow from on his journey.

Background
Born in a well-to-do family, Indy had an easy time paving his way through life. Sure, maybe there were hard moments studying for tests in school or maybe getting grounded here and there, but Indy never quite had to work for anything. He never had to get a job, he never had to experience people telling him 'no' often, he never had to clean his room (since there was a maid), and he never had to worry about having a career to sustain himself when he knew that he always had a cushion with his parents.

As such, he developed an indolent approach to almost everything. And even when something went wrong due to his own shiftlessness, the consequences were minor. When he bumped into a shelf and knocked over a delicate, porcelain tea set in a traditional antiques shop, a set that costed around $200, all Indy had to do was swipe Mom and Dad's credit card. Poof, it was like nothing happened. When he failed a class at the private and prestigious Elite Cerulean Institute, and had to retake it over the Summer while also having to pay extra tuition costs, it didn't matter. A week of grounding followed by another credit card swipe was all it needed to remedy the damage.

He got into art and fashion at an early age, and why not? His parents, their friends, his own social circle-- they were all upper class; being cool, chic, and sophisticated was a must for many. Art museums were a regular thing on the weekends and both his parents loved watching pokemon contests. He didn't have a huge interest in pokemon, thinking that it was a waste of time and a pipe dream. Pokemon were cool, and Indy was confident, but not confident enough to think that he actually had what it took to become someone great. Why try..?

Yet as it came closer and closer to him having to start interning at the company and taking on the family business and continue his education, fear started to seep in. Handling all that paper work? Having to wake up at 8 am everyday and work until 5? Put in even more work for university?

He wasn't about to have it. No, the reality was setting in fast.

So, he persuaded his parents to let him go on a pokemon journey. Under the pretense of needing a year or two to really grow and mature, be on his own for awhile, Indy secured the gap year(s) he wanted.

But a little over a month into his 'journey', his parents caught on to the fact that he'd be pretty much just staying around Cinnabar's Beaches. He hadn't even been to the lab to receive his first pokemon, let alone start training or working on earning his first ribbon. Angry at themselves and Indy for letting his bad habits take control of him, they eventually decided to let him keep journeying under a set of conditions. (Only because he wouldn't have been able to handle university, the family business, the actual responsibility anyways.) This was an opportunity to shape up their son.

Indy would have to earn all of his own money, either from betting on battles, winning contests, street performing, whatever. Either way, he was getting a cut to his funds.

And, to gauge their son's progress, he'd have to win one ribbon or one gym badge every six weeks.

And Indy, after panicking and stressing, eventually lapsed into a quiet shrug. I've seen some trainers and peeps around here train. How hard can it be?

current pocket monsters
Hawka the Combusken F - lvl 32
Hero the Mothim M -lvl 19
Mimzy the Buneary F - 30
Kovi the Vivillion M -31
Neon the Magnemite N -30

Items: small pearl -1
Kee Berry ×9
pokeball ×2
Cheri berry x6

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Morado "Mori" Rose

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tbe

"The value of an idea lies in the using of it."

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General Information

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Name
Morado "Mori" Rose
Age
20-21
Gender
Male
Hometown
Cerulean City, Kanto
Aspiration
Pokémon Breeder/ CEO of his parents company

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Characterization

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Physical Description
Topping off at 5'11, Morado bears a resemblance to Indigo with his dark skin, and similar oval shaped facial structure, but the resemblance stops there. His eyes are an inquisitive hazel, his dark ringlets of hair are kept long, typically in a bun or ponytail at the nape of his neck. Keeping some kind of well groomed facial hair is important to Morado as well. Often, he wears a bandana either around his neck or pushing his hair back. Usually, he's got a friendly smile on his face and his attire is usually overalls with some worn boots, plus some kind of tie-dye shirt. Oddly? It's strangely stylish on him.
Personality
Friendly, and amicable, Morado seems like one of those annoyingly happy go lucky people. It's hard to make him upset, and even growing up, all Indigo would hear from his parents was how lovely his older brother was. Morado donates to charity when he can, he's constantly working hard, and he's always cheerful. He's also quite business savvy, and knows how to negotiate, traits that he has honed his whole life by his parents. Still, when he does get mad, his temper and words are fearsome. And for all his kindness, when business isn't working out, Mori can be quite cutthroat. It seems that even Morado, golden child that he is, bottles up things inside and has his bad moments, no matter how much he tries to stuff them away.

Background
The bane of Indigo's existence, Morado Rose is everything his baby brother isn't and more. The apple of his parents eyes, he set out on his journey mid way through his sophmore year in college. Though he plans to take over the family business (a medical company that produces pharmaceuticals and supplies medical technology such as healing machines for pokemon centers), he thought it was important to explore the world of pokemon to get a better handle on the real world and those that the family business would be serving. He climbed through the ranks, occasionally appearing on televised battles before finding a niche in breeding. Currently, he's sponsored by Happy Berry Farms and The Pokemon Association of Breeders (PAB). Though he has more than enough cash to get around without his parents help, he took on the gig of accompanying Jack and Jill on their journey because why not? To add to his own growing prestige and budding reputation, taking care of the region Champion's kids was and still is well worth it.

Pokemon:
Dao the Dragonite- M lvl 60
Sylvie the Sylveon- F lvl 55
Miza the Swampert- F lvl 58
Sion the Scizor- M lvl 59
Eva the Venausaur- F lvl 56
Vo the Volcarona- M lvl 57

[User]
Dan had tried to sleep after getting back to his room, but couldn't. He started feeling sick, as he did back in Pewter but unlike last time, he knew it wasn't because of the Mime, that was just the start. His mind flashed back to his talk with his Dad and Mom, he knew it was only a matter of time.

He struggled with his breath as his chest tightened up, it felt like someone was both squeezing and punching at the same time. It was exurciating pain, much worse than in Pewter, but it faded just as quickly.

Dan laid down, his stomach hurt now and his appetite was gone, but it was manageable.
Dan stifled his tears, not wanting to seem like a baby to the air in his room as he heard a text come into his Pokedex.

It was from Indy, some meet-up. Dan texted back Sure, he'd wanted to tell Indy and get it all out through text but he couldn't, nobody needed to know, much less his best friend.

Dan spent the rest of his afternoon looking at his Poke balls, wondering if Rat and Twiggy would ever stop looking at him like he was some sort of sadist.

When it was just about time to go and meet with his friends Dan packed everything except his Pokémon, this would be the first time in awhile that he didn't bring atleast Twiggy with him, hooked to his bag for all to see.

[Assistant] Indigo and Margo were waiting for Dan. "Hey dude, what's up? How was your day?" Indy started off. It was best to be casual at first, he thought, and then after everyone got comfortable, they could segue into what was bothering Dan. Hopefully.

[User] "Hey guys," Dan said, trying to seem as upbeat as usual. "Uhm, boring honestly. I got a badge but..." Dan dug in his bag, grabbing the badge case and showing Indy and Margo. "It was really, easy. The Exeggcute Mom gave me is really tough. Mainly stuff that paralyzes and puts pokemon to sleep, but it has something called confusion, I think, that's really good." He said, putting his badge case back, he needed to seem more normal. He didn't need his friends worrying about him, he could handle it alone.

[Assistant]
Margo was happily standing around with Indy as they waited for Dan outside of the Pokemon center, her hands clasped behind her back. She beamed at Dan as he joined the two of them. The teenager gaped at her friend as he answered Indy, looking at his new badge with sparkles in her eyes.

"But? But nothing! That's really awesome!" Margo interrupted Dan for only a moment, giving a sheepish smile afterwards and letting him finish. After hesitating for another second, the girl looked between Indy and Dan before giving Indy a small nudge with her foot.

"Easy or not, that's still really great that you got a badge today! I wish we had known you were going to challenge the gym today, we could've come to cheer you on." Another quick glance in Indy's direction, as if expecting him to exemplify her point.

[User]
"Yeah, don't sell yourself short," Indy agreed. "And Margo's right. You should have told us. Oh well, next time." He wasn't sure what to add on until Margo nuddged his foot.

"Oh, that's right. Margo won against me today, beginner's luck," an attempt to be lighthearted and joking, though the loss still did sting some. "It was rad, both of our pokemon evolved mid battle just when we thought we had beaten each other. Hawka's a Combusken now. She's totally different." Could Margo read him? He hoped not. "Not bad different! Just... Changed. Actually, we should show you."

In a flash of light the ramnunctious Combusken appeared, poised in a battle stance with her claws out and extended. Realizing there was no battle, she relaxed her stance considerably. Hawka eyed Margo warily. It seemed she was still very much sour about her battle earlier.

"Always raring to go," Indy shrugged sheepishly. "Margo, why don't you show Crowne?" It was important to be light and casual.


[System]
Age : 16 years old
Appearance:

Personality:
Akasha is a very light-hearted girl. The way she acts is purely out of innocence and mean no real harm to anyone or have any devious back thoughts. She is very playful, love to pull pranks on people and a good soul in general. She is a cheerful person; it is very hard to make her upset, to the point her good mood seems to spread to others.

However, she gets very serious when bullying and physical harm are involved, either towards herself or at others. Her survival instincts kicks in when she is personally targeted, turning her into a ball of fury. When it comes to friends and family, it's her protecting nature that drives her to kick offenders' ass. Even though she is a good-hearted person, she does not shy from fighting, as her animal instincts are what makes most of her personality.

History:
Akasha is a child of the jungle, raised by amazons and toughened up by the beasts that inhabit the harsh environment of the jungles. Her childhood was spent by learning how to survive in the wilderness, how to hunt for food, how to become strong to defend oneself and what is dear to her.

But there came a day when she was but a mere 13 year old child, that would change her life. Akasha's tribe had for many generations a ritual to teenage hood, to celebrate one's first steps to becoming a warrior. This ceremony was to leave the child alone in the jungle for an entire night. Many would not come out alive of the jungle, but those who did would be renowned as future warriors, and ensuring their place into the tribe. Akasha never was that strong to begin with, and even cried on that fateful day. She feared the night, and what might be lurking in it. It was with dread that she was left all alone in the night of her 13th birthday.

During that night, she was visited by predators of the night. Panthers, hyenas, snakes, scorpions, all kind of beasts that would mercilessly hunt her and eat her. But each time an animal came to her camp, they would only circle around the child, and eventually go back from where they came from, as if they had lost the will to prey on the young amazon.

It was but when morning came, that the truth would be revealed as to Akasha's survival during that night. The amazons did not expected the young one to actually survive; they knew she was too weak of a girl to make a warrior. But when they saw the young girl curled up, asleep, fluffy feline ears sprouting up from her hair, black feathery wings enveloping her body and a scaly tail curled up underneath, the tribe realized that she had survive because the animals treated Akasha like she was one of their own. While many feared the young girl's strange powers, some were actually fascinated, and started praising the teenager as "Gods' Gifted".

Skills:
Akasha is well-versed in survival in the wilderness. For what she lack in education and does not know about modern civilization and technology, she makes up for making a living in areas left untouched by humanity. Her survival skills include hunting (restricted to easy preys, such as deer, antelopes and such), gathering plants and herbs (mostly edible wild fruits and mushrooms, with the exception of a few medicinal herbs), making fire without fuel and lighter, basic navigation in forests and constructing temporary shelters and camps.

Magic:
* Name: Wild Awakening
* Type: Transmutation
* Description: Akasha's ability is to transform herself into an animal. While in her animal form, Akasha loses the ability to talk, as she will make the sound of the animal instead. However, she gains traits common to the choosen animal, such as improved scent, touch, hearing and/or sight, as well as their physical abilities and their method of moving aroung (swimming speed, flight, etc.).

As she does not fully understand her powers and how they work, Akasha is only able to have a full transformation. However, there have been hints in history that she could be able to get a "hybrid" transformation in order to gain an animal's powers and some major physical traits and still remain in human form, but she does not have enough control to use that degree of ability. At best, Hybrid transformation happens unconsciously in dire situations.

Since Akasha just recently discovered about her power, she can only transform into what her tribe would call her "Spirit Totem", which is the black panther, a menalistic African leopard. Despite not being the strongest and largest of the big felines, the panther is one of the sneakiest predators to hunt in the jungle. Transforming into a panther, Akasha gains improved smell, hearing, night-vision, enhanced agility (panthers are superb tree climbers and quick), stealth in dark areas (with their pitch-black fur) and silent.

Unlike many other magic users, Akasha's Wild Awakening ability isn't draining to her physical health or stamina. Instead, it takes toll on her will, her sense of self, her humanity. The more frequently she transforms into her animal self or the longer she stays in such, the more she will succumb to the animal's instincts. The worst case scenario that could happen is staying too long in animal mode would make Akasha lose all sense of herself, effectively becoming a real but more dangerous version of the animal she has become, staying this way until someone or something makes her regain her human consciousness.

Inventory: Nothing besides the clothes she is wearing and a necklace sporting a black feather ornamented of some predators' claws and teeth. Her hunting spear and dagger were conficasted at the airport before coming to Japan, much to her dismay.

[User]
Enver had learned a number of phrases in preparation for his stay at this institution. He was hardly fluent, but he figured it was enough to make some basic communication with all the Japanese folk he would have to deal with. Only, he it was somewhat unnecessary, since it seemed like half the people here weren't even Japanese. He supposed he ought to have seen this coming, given they invited him to this place, that not everybody here would be natives. But then, it seemed like there were an awful lot of non-Japanese around. Was this Four Winds place the only place for magical people? Or did they scout out whoever they wanted based on some criteria? Enver couldn't even guess.

The weirdest thing, however, was the fact that there was nothing of note to greet them upon their arrival. Enver had preformed at 2-bit joints back home that had better receptions than this place. Not to mention this was supposed to be some kind of magical academy of whimsy and wonder. Where was the pizzazz? The spectacle? Enver hoped they had something up their sleeves, because Enver sure did. He felt like his stage magic was a little defunct after discovering that real magic was in fact possible, but he kept his tools on hand nonetheless. Heck, maybe he could liven up his routine with whatever he learned here....if they actually planned on showing them anything.

But while there wasn't much of a show coming from the academy, there was a show developing in the audience. Enver happened to see some guy take a lunge at another. Hand launching for the throat and everything. Not one to leap into a situation with little knowledge, Enver opted to sit back and watch. He had no idea if it was provoked, and if it was, he didn't rightly care. He was more interested to find out if, given what this place was all about, he might see some serious magic come out during this little fight. Whatever was going to happen, it might provide a few moments of decent entertainment.

[Assistant]
Stellar "Clive" Arkadian
"I appreciate the offer, but I've already got gum." He said, blowing another bubble. "If you want some too though, take your pick..."

He got up and shook himself down, and then several packets of differently flavored bubble-gum fell out of his shirt.

"Otherwise, feel free to sit down."

The girl's color was sort of an off yellow all over. Yellow usually indicated an excess of energy. It normally showed up in locations where the person was restless, and this girl was almost covered. Off colors indicated either tiredness or general discomfort, so maybe she needed the sits. Clive's power was great for handling strangers because he always knew how they were reacting to certain things even if they tried to hide it. He didn't think this person was the type to hide stuff, though.

That's a tail, right? He thought.

One thing his eyes were bad at was distinguishing between what he saw and reality. In his vision right now, the girl had fox ears, marks on her face like whiskers, and a tail. He couldn't tell if all three were real, or if that was just his power acting up again. He saw her tail swishing around. It seemed to at least be moving the grass, so it was definitely real. He'd have to check the ears. He didn't want anyone to know what his power was just yet though, so he'd have to do something strange.

With how she was, maybe it'd work.

"Sorry in advance," He said.

His hand shot out and he started ruffling the fox girl's hair. One could imagine there would be a glint in his eyes as he did so, if he had not been wearing sunglasses.

"I thought so, you're hair's pretty soft." He said, smiling softly.

So the ears weren't real after all... He thought.

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Haruna

[User]
A few days prior to the present:
Today was a rather strange day for the Amazonian tribe. Usually, they would never see strangers venture this far in the savannah to actually reach the jungle's outskirts where the small community of Amazons were settled. Not only was there a stranger that came out looking for them, but that man actually had a letter for one of their own. It would've be a total surprise to know that this letter was to be given to Akasha, but with the recent happening of her magical powers, they felt like this strange arrival was fated to be tied with their young one's supernatural ability.

The amazon youngster was quite excited at this prospect. She never received a letter before. She knew those were sent to deliver a message to far-away people, and that was actually was intrigued her so immensely. Just who the writer of this letter was? How did she know of her? What did the letter say? So many questions soon to be answered on this piece of paper. Grabbing it earnestly, Akasha tore up the seal and began reading. However, much to her dismay she realized one fatal thing: she didn't know how to read! All those symbols were unknown to her, and trying to make logic out of this letter was starting to give her a headache.

She would not give up though! There was someone she thought would know how to read such a letter; her auntie, the shaman of the village.

The next day:
Akasha's world seemed to have turned upside down in only a single day. In only that short amount of time, her surroundings turned from the wild, warm landscape of the savannah to the cooler, less-natural civilization. At the moment, the young amazon was pacing from left to right, waiting for her auntie to come back. She could not help but be amazed by the sight that was offered to her by the large window in front of her. Large, metallic winged beasts were taking off from the ground, some even came down from the sky to land near the building she was in.

After the village's shaman, Akasha's aunt, had read the letter, it was shortly decided that the young woman would have to leave the tribe in order to go to a special school. While the idea didn't truly suit Akasha, some part of herself yearned to know more about herself. And so, that was why the two amazon women were at the airport, waiting for the next plane to head towards Japan. For that, Akasha's aunt had given the girl more casual clothing, so that the girl would blend in better with normal civilization, as opposed to wearing basically nothing.

A day before the present:
After a long plan trip, Akasha finally reached Japan. This world was unknown to her, so very different from where they came from. It seemed so much more… advanced, less natural. But it was a necessary step for the young amazon to understand more about her powers. Much to Akasha's relief, it seemed they would soon leave this more civilized area, and head once more towards the wilderness, for Four Winds was located beyond the mountain, in the valley on the outskirt of Japan.

Akasha had so many questions, and couldn't wait, hoping that her omnipotent auntie would give them to her, and not be too enigmatic for once.

"Auntie, how do you know so much of the outside world? I never saw you leave the village once, and yet you seem to know exactly where we are heading, and how to speak with the people living here." Akasha asked, curious about the shaman's history.

"Not always have I lived in the tribe. Before your parents died, before you were born, I have traveled the world in my young days. Perhaps now is your time to do so as well? Meet new people, new places, know more about yourself." The older woman answered, not revealing too much, but hinting that she may have come to Japan before.

Present time:
Akasha stood alone in front of the massive complex that was soon to be her new home. Before they had reached the mountain, her shamanic aunt gave the young one directions as to where they would be heading. Akasha did not know the reasons why her aunt would not accompany her to Four Winds, nut it was clear that she did not want to come over there.

Among the new arrivals, Akasha was sure to be the messiest of them all. Where others might have come to Four Winds using transport, be it by air or by land, the Amazonian girl was true to herself, she had arrived here by foot, taking various mountain and off-road paths. Her black dress that was given to her by her aunt was a torn mess. She looked more like the way she was meant to be rather than the fake façade of a more civilized girl. She actually felt better that way, feeling the cold breeze brushing against her skin.

There were so many people around, all speaking dialects she couldn't even comprehend. It made her feel sort of out of place, confused, and lost. She didn't even know where to start. Until a peculiar sight brought attention to her.

Two guys were talking to each other, one who have seemed to be looking down -or watching the grass- and one who came to him to grab something from his bag. From the looks of things, it seemed like the one who took a string from his bag infuriated the calmer looking guy in glasses. Were they having a fight? If so, Akasha wanted to have some fun as well!

Crouching on all fours, Akasha waited until the glasses guy lunged toward the other guy. It was at that moment the amazon girl jumped out from her spot dashing with good speed towards the two, and pounced at the two boys with arms wide open. Being so close to each other, if they wouldn't move, she would actually tackle both of them to the ground with the amount of momentum she had.

"I wanna have some fun too~~~~" Akasha shouted, but her voice sounded more like a panther roaring.