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"I am the shield that which the enemies of the Emperor break themselves upon."
"Heretics crave the cleansing fire of absolution. They need not fear for we shall deliver."
Age:

Thirty

Gender:

Female

Personality:

As a member of the Adepta Sororitas, Andromedai has a will of iron that is matched by her steadfast determination to thoroughly eliminate all hostiles that threaten the Imperium of Man and The God Emperor. Some call her reckless, but in truth she carefully plans out each of her actions before swiftly putting them into motion, there is no room for mistakes upon the battlefield. When serving along her own kind, she is selfless and honorable. She will assist those who are in need the most, if appropriate. At times, she can be unpredictable, using her creativity to overcome whatever challenges that are tossed her way. Very rarely, some of her past life will show through her personality, showing the humanity that still remains buried behind her intense training and brain-washing she endured over many years.

Former Occupation:

Ophelian Celestian for the Order of the Argent Shroud.

Equipment:

Armor: Full suit of Celestian Power Armour with Order of the Argent Shrouds shading and emblem.

Primary Weapon: Astartes Mark Vb Godwyn Pattern Bolter - [Modified for increased range, stability and accuracy. Attached to the bottom of the weapon is an automatic shotgun device used for close combat scenarios.]

Secondary Weapon: [None so far.]

Melee Weapon: Chainsowrd

Accessory 1: Krak Grenades

Accessory 2: Melta-Bomb

Accessory 3: Rosarius

Acessory 4: Librium/Tome.

Medical Equipment.

[Has been seen operating with a Mk IV Arkhan Rifle in the past.]

Notable Events:

The Obsidian incursion:

A few months after being assigned to the Order of the Argent Shroud, Andromedai was stationed upon the Shrine world of Erathell to help protect a number of Important Temples and Shrines dedicated to the God-Emperor of Mankind. While she preferred a combat role, guarding such holy sites was also a critical role she was honored to hold. Many months passed in calm before the Slaanesh devoted forces of Chaos invaded, bringing a wave of death and destruction to all that they touched. Due to where they had started their invasion, Andromedai was one of the first to throw herself into Erathells defense. Alongside her fellow Sisters of Battle, they pushed back against the chaos forces over two days of non-stop fighting. The records for the battle indicate that not a single Adepta Sororitas had been lost, through the forces that had invaded the world had been completely irradiated. This was the first world invasion that Andromedai had been part of, from it she had learned many useful skills and had gathered much information about the enemy that would help her through many other battles in the future.

The Assault of Dalenarth:

Andromedai and her fellow Sisters of Battle fought alongside the fabled Space Marines in a war called the Assault of Dalenarth. A large number of Tau forces had been spotted in the Hawkings cluster but vanished from all sight, seemingly to vanish in the depths of the galaxy. When further investigation into the Hawkings cluster was issued, a large base was found to have been established upon an abandoned War world, hiding amongst the rubble. Swiftly and to the letter, the threat was analyzed and considered to be grave, if not completely annihilated. Their numbers were massive and thus both the Sisters of Battle and the Space Marines were sent to deal with the threat. As soon as they arrived, war had broken out and casualties on all sides were counted but never admitted to. Working alongside a Space Marines for the first time, she witnessed the combined strength of their forces. Eventually when Andromedai found herself alongside a single Space marine in the depths of the Tau base, the two of them burned through the hostile forces together, finely eliminating the Tau commander who had organized the whole mission. Both of them were recognized for their acts during the war that lasted two weeks.

The Slaughter at Mobius:

The Slaughter upon the desert world of Mobius is a failed assignment that not many members of the Imperium of man know about. Andromedai had been asked to lead fifteen Sisters of Battle to a small civilized world that had been also called a desert world due to its arid and barren landscapes. Why the Imperium of man had decided to place a colony here was beyond Andromedai she had her orders to investigate a destress signal. When they landed upon the planet, what they found was much more horrific than what was expected. The colony had been completely destroyed, leaving little to no sign of. Further investigation resulted in stirring up something that laid below the sands.

The colony had foolishly built their city on top of a forbidden world, unknown of the dangers that laid below it. They had awoken a small group of hideous xenos known as Tyranids. There had been no way to tell if the distress signal was a trap or not, but what they did know is that all the occupants of the city had died seemingly overnight. The corpses that still remained were fresh, it was very likely the hostiles were still close by. Quickly, Andromdai sent out a message for immediate evacuation and recommended exterminates to quell the threat of the hive. The order would be given to destroy the planetary biosphere and all life upon the world once she had her troops were evacuated.

The pilot informed them that she would be at their location in sixty seconds. Those sixty seconds proved to be the worst she had experienced upon any planet or any battle since she had seen combat. The ground broke apart in the distance and from it came the Xeno horrors that had wiped the colony clean. Almost every round and explosive that the group had was expelled before the drop ship arrived, strafing the area then quickly landing almost on top of the Sisters of Battle. To her surprise, every member of her squad made it onto the drop ship, allowing herself to be the last to board. When she did though, she felt numerous rounds from the Tyranid weapons travel through random parts of her body.

The wounds she sustained were incredibly severe and life threatening but with great will and determination she pushed herself part way into the drop ship. The two medics from her squad helped pull her into the ship just as the doors were closing. Within moments, they were a safe distance away from the planet and were now heading back to the fleet where the wounded would be tended to. As they did though, they witnessed the order for the exterminates being carried out in full, a magnificent but also horrifying spectacle to witness.

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"Gutwrencha..." Vala mumbled almost doing an eyeroll. She had forgotten how 'amusing' orkish names were. Silly names aside, the greenskins were very annoying foe to battle for many reasons. At least in space you didn't have to worry about the spores. Here things were going to be different...

 Then the 'plan' discussion began with the most abstract statements being thrown about like they were in an art museum about abstract art or something. Their leader had the idea to bring the squad to mark the occupied guns and then barrage destroy them with artillery. Good plan that destroyed precious infrastructure and encamptments they could make use of later. The astartes propose to go himself... When he's in that tincan. At least the psyker as annoying as she was most of the time had somewhat of a good idea. Unmanned tag would be best for this situation.

 "For the servo skulls modification, you could leave it to me... I care not about what those archaic half mechanic fools think." She stated and tapped her tool box." I could make do with pretty much anything and still get results, though I'm not as keen on the plan to destroy the guns when we could have great use of them at a later date... Can't be helped I guess, but if it;s just about them shooting them down when we move with a dropship, we could just blackout the area of the guns. Without power most of the gun's systems wouldn't be usable. We could simply fly over and no one will be non the wiser."

[Assistant]
It seemed the majority of the group were fit and unharmed after their specific tasks had been completed. Herold had thought he and the Krieger Trooper had the most dangerous job, but he should have known the psyker would have come back in disarray. The Arbites had known her long enough (which still wasn't quite that long) to know she was a ticking time bomb, that somehow happened to explode and reassemble only to explode again. One day, there would be a daemon possession, and it would be the last time...

He brushed those thoughts aside, and stood there as a statue as the others conversed. It still did not sit right with him that the others felt they could discuss this in such free terms. The commander had asked for questions, not questioning. "This is not a discussion. We have our orders," he said, his voice a stark, deep baritone. The Adeptus Arbites had complete jurisdiction over the Imperial citizens of his sector, and his superiors had complete jurisdiction over he. It was the way of civilization.

"My question is, do we go in separate groups or attack one section at a time?" Herold gripped the haft of his weapon slightly tighter, showing he was ready to set about the brutal work of taking their objective and killing anything that dared impede their path.

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After listening to each squad member share their thoughts on the next assignment, Aviza slowly raised a hand part way into the air to silence the unrest that seemed to be growing among her own soldiers. In her normal, emotionless tonce of voice, she gave the orders she had originally decided upon. "I have heard and thought upon each of your opinions but none of them have swayed me into taking another course of action. We will follow the original plan that Nova and I have created." Aviza pointed at the holographic map of the city once more but traced her left index finger along a row of buildings that lead to the closest Ork manned anti-aircraft cannons. "Using the interior of the large residential and industrial buildings that are connected to each other will give us a chance to move through the city to the first anti-aircraft cannon and mark it while remaining unnoticed. The other three are in less condensed areas and will prove more of a challenge to move about while keeping our presence unknown. I have a number of ideas on how to get to them but that all depends on how the first objective goes." Aviza looked around at her squad then finished what she wanted to say, "Alright, follow me and remember the path we are going to take."

"I'll be here on coms if you need anything, keep in touch and let us know when you are nearing the first objective." said Nova, giving Aviza a stiff salute before returning to the console in front of her.

After grabbing her equipment and a number of extra supplies they would need for their mission, Aviza would motion for her squad to follow her towards to the vehicle bay. On the way there though, the Sister of Battle stopped in her tracks at the hallway that had once been filled with massive shards of concrete and metal. The ceiling, walls and floor were drenched in a thick crimson blood, the blood that soaked part of Adrianne's armor. A few Imperial Guardsmen could be seen attempting to clean up the mess with little to no effect, they were only making more of a mess in the surrounding area and of themselves. The lights in the hallway had vanished so they had to use glow-sticks to illuminate the area, making the scene look even more noxious. "This explains quite a bit." said Aviza, taking a moment to glance back at Adrianne then to proceed forward through and out of the hall as if everything was fine and not out of place.

Once she stepped into the vehicle bay, Aviza looked around her and took note to the wide variety of vehicles that packed the area. The only issue was that there was not enough ammo to arm all of them, or enough people to man them. The thought of taking a tank and using it against the Orks crossed her mind but she quickly pushed that aside. That would make them one huge target, and the last thing they wanted to do was to have the Orks charge again while they were away from the Imperial Guardsmen headquarters.

"Stick with me and remember to remain as silent as possible." said Aviza while she checked over her gear one more time, just to make sure. The image of a minimap appeared in the upper left hand corner of her visor, showing her exactly where they were and where they needed to go for their first objective. "Let's move out and get this over with." Without saying another word, she stepped out into the storm that had now moved over the city,


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Arcane Archer Fighter 20Save the world... redeem myself.

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Marcus  Lakeltia

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The end result came as no surprise to Marcus. Those whose reasons of wielding power were similar to this "Warlord" had the tendency of turning tail and running when they find out that their might did not quite match up to what they had thought it to be. He gave Krusk a few seconds to change his mind and attempt a sneak attack against someone present, but with no signs of the man or his troops returning, the Paladin laid his hand on the hilt of his sword, calling for the weapon to cease its functions. And that it did, the blade winking out of existence with final refractions of the light breaking apart from the formation in a halo of sorts.

Kethan's call for respite was thoughtful to be sure, but there was no time to be wasted here. He raised his sword hand onto his heart and called upon the latent healing power granted to him by his god. A faint, flickering light could be made out even in the sunlight of the day if one looked for it, but the display was neither grandiose or prolonged. In but a few seconds he let the hand fall off to his side and turned to look down at Kethan. This elevated position was not something he was actually used to, but that was not to say he would not have welcomed it in the thick of things, even if it didn't end up being all that useful.

"I am fine. We can, and should, press on. The animal shouldn't need too long either", he stated in an attempt to urge matters onward on their path. The Cleric's mention of Caelmarth reminded him of something this incursion had almost made him forget though, so that was another thing that needed to be addressed. "Yes, Caelmarth. Tyr's wisdom has confirmed that to be our destination. Unless someone has a faster way to offer, we may step into the air as clouds. This ability is granted to me by my prayer beads. As for those heading North..." he shared, looking around for a second before spotting Scrapmouse on top of the archway, "I know not if the lair can be collapsed, but you should indeed head to Vael Turog. Seek knowledge there."

Marcus was not exactly welcoming to the thought of leaving two of the few heroes behind when the whole world was at stake, but he knew he couldn't live with himself if Krusk ended up returning and savaging the walled city in their absence, so he said nothing regarding the plan. Better that way. But standing around got one nowhere. As soon as he would reduce back to his ordinary size, he would head off to fetch Bartimeus. His magic could easily affect the chosen mounts of the ghoul empire topplers, so there was no reason to set things up so that he would need to resummon his mount later.

Marcus shuts down his Sun Blade, followed by expending 19 hit points off his Lay On Hands to restore himself to 190/203 HP.

When it comes to travelling to their new destination, Marcus offers to expend the magic of one of his prayer beads to cast Wind Walk on the part of the party heading West. By my calculations, given the spell multiplies the usual speed by a factor of ten, the distance of approximately 200 miles should be traversable in five (5) hours on Fast pace. The spell lasts for eight (8) hours, so it offers additional scouting opportunity once there just as well.

[Assistant]
After Lonett's attack was denied so nonchalantly by Krusk, she watched in horror as Divna fell stricken to the ground yet again. The ranger made a move to approach the Orc leader, now completely enraged, just as a chain lightning was let loose by one of her companions and the orcs revealed their cowardice and turned tail and ran. Oh, no, you don't! Lonett thought and sought to foil Krusk's plan as she recognized his attempt to teleport out via a scroll he produced from a satchel on his side. However her reaction was off by seconds and the pompous pretender fled with no reparations to be made for the havoc that he wroth with his empty demands and desires.

 Lonett rushed to her fallen companion just as the elder Kethan was once again one step ahead of her, healing her mighty friend and bringing her back from the brink. "Your precious aid is yet again most appreciated, Master Kethan!" The ranger uttered with a slight catch in her voice, her words muffled by her war mask. She dropped to her knees, depositing shield and javelin on the ground, and wove her arms around Divna's neck. "Silly beast!" She murmured mock angrily. "Don't do that ever again!" Lonett chastised. She then stood up letting the owlbear do the same and laid a hand on her beak. "You are a mighty beast! I know. But these are not the enemies we two alone would normally encounter. Please, promise me you'll be more careful. Less impulsive." Lonett peered into Divna's eyes pleading, but at the same time not.

 The hulking beast screeched and squawked indignantly for a moment or two, but then acquiesced with a far too perky for her current condition peck on her human's head. "Ow!" The ranger grumbled, but accepted the lovable gesture. "Sit and rest a while." Lonett directed. "I have some business to take care of." She continued as she started to survey the battlefield in search of a nice, unspoiled puddle of orc blood. A sample of the orcs' blood would help the team with a possible Orc Hunt later on. Should they survive this mission they were about to embark on. I will survive! Lonett promised herself vehemently. If only to teach that pompous Orc a lesson or two about humility and priorities! When the ranger found a spot on the ground that carried what she was almost positive was an uncorrupted sample of orcish blood, she gathered an ounce or two in a vile and stashed it into her bag of holding.

 She stood up and looked about the ground in search of anything else that might have been left there by the interlopers. Finding nothing however she surveyed the courtyard and pinpointing the slight form of the gnome artificer perched up on a stone arch, she simply walked up the wall until she joined Scrapmouse. Sitting herself near the gnome she gazed down at Divna resting on the ground, observing the movements of the humans around her. "I almost lost her today." Lonett muttered in a pained voice. "And this mission we're about to undertake is going to be even more dangerous than this silly fight with a petulant, megalomaniac Orc." Lonett looked at Scrapmouse. "I wonder if I could interest you in a cooperative crafts and arts project. Something that would allow Divna to be more effective in combat against more durable and resilient foes. Please, think about it. I would certainly appreciate the help. I know my way around weapon crafting. But when it comes to imbuing them with magic... Well, I'm afraid I'm a rank amateur." At that Lonett stood and once again walked down the wall as if it was nothing.

 Her feet on solid ground once again, the ranger looked about to see if the Duke was anywhere near as she had a boon for him for the hospitality that he and his sister had extended to her and the other heroes in the party. Yet, oddly enough, the Duke was nowhere to be found. Strange! Lonett thought, approaching the former Duchess instead.

 "Lady Ada." She began uneasily, lowering her mask. "I... I m-made something for you and your brother..." Lonett reached in her bag of holding once again. This time to withdraw the carving she'd produced last night before going to bed. She offered it to Ada almost timidly. "I-it's a small token of my gratitude f-for your hospitality." Lonett looked away, feeling immensely uncomfortable with the situation she'd put herself into. Why again had she decided to carve this as a gift to the Twin Dukes knowing all too well she would have to present it to one of them as a gift? Divna produced a quiet hooting sound that Lonett knew perfectly well was equivalent to laughter. Yeah, yeah, laugh at me why don't you! She commiserated. Well, at least I get to give it to the sister, rather than the brother. Lonett thought and immediately went crimson, looking even more uncomfortable if at all possible.

Grey Dust@JBRam2002@Guardian Angel Haruki

Survival Orc Blood retrieval = (19)+9 = 28
Woodcarving check for Mavros house sigil carving = (20)+3+6 = 29

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"Thank you master cleric." James picks himself up off the ground and brushes the dirt off. He puts the hand crossbow away and utters the command word for the blade before sheathing it.

If we are to off then I suppose a finalization of who is to go where would be in order, or are we maintaining our prior discussed groupings? As I remember it Kethan has requested I go west with him, Sir Lakeltia, and Mrs Lonett. Unless Lady Mavros has any objections with that I will go west with them to aide in the elimination of the ghoul threat."

While he awaited replies from the others he runs his hand over the holy symbol he possesses muttering his thanks to Tymora for her blessings, past present and future.

[Assistant]
As Krusk and his cronies disappeared, Ada felt a twinge of regret that she hadn't focused more on downing the main foe faster. How were they to know that he had a teleportation scroll up his sleeve? The annoyance festered as she placed her bow into her magical quiver, assuming and hoping that the threats were gone for now. Her newfound allies began to perform their individual tasks: tending the wounded, investigating the scene of the fight. Efficient and proactive: two qualities one would expect from warriors of the highest caliber. Well, she could be proud of that, at least.

As the others went about their business, Ada called one of the servants aside. "Please tell the Duke that the threat is passed," she requested quietly. The servant nodded and exited the courtyard to complete the task. Ada stepped forward to glance about the fight herself, but she was rather certain there would be little left to track them by. Whoever had supplied that bag of hot air had prepared him well. Hopefully Krusk's pocket mage was simply another lackey, and not a foe to worry about.

The former duchess contemplated the possibility for a moment, but her contemplation was interrupted by Kethan voicing her internal concerns. "Yes, Uncle. You are wise to suggest such a course of action," she replied with a smile. "I would not force any of you to remain here against your will, but I do believe that Titan and Vincent are the best choices. A fiery caster and a warforged to tune out the pain of blows. We all saw how effective the lightning spells were; it is a shame that you will be missed on our journey."

She returned to silence as Marcus stepped forward, confirming their destinations. Vael Turog was not a place Ada had ever planned to visit, despite its proximity to the Seat of Mavros, but there was a first time for everything. "Caelmarth lies a couple hundred miles to the west," Ada cautioned. "Even floating on the wind, it will take several hours for you to travel. We shall have a similar distance to travel north ourselves, unless anyone wishes to teleport us there faser." Sadly, teleportation lay outside the meager spells that Ada had been able to glean, at least for now. She found herself lost in thought once more as she looked back to where Krusk had disappeared. Would her brother remain safe if the orc returned while she was away?

Ada was snapped back to the present by the Ranger's approach. Ada held out her hand to receive the gift, a practice she was not unaccustomed to during her tenure as duchess. What she was not expecting was the extreme detail and precision crafted into the emblem. Silence overtook her as she peered closely at the intricacies, how the wolf's fur seemed to ripple in the breeze as it stood majestically on the hilltop. A near-perfect rendition of her family's crest. For a solid minute, she immersed herself into the detail, amazed that one person could craft this. A tear formed in her eye as she realized... this represented what she was turning her back on, what she would lose should the worst come to pass. She surreptitiously wiped away the teardrop before it could find its way down her cheek. "Very-- ahem..." Ada cleared her throat, not realizing that it would sound so weak in this moment. "Very well done," she continued. "I shall make sure that Vinny sees this. Your gift is... much appreciated."

A moment passed before the Duke appeared from the keep, striding forward purposely. "I apologize that I was unable to aid you in your fight," he announced quickly before any could accuse him of cowardice. "As the only current heir to the Seat, I must recuse myself from dangerous positions. If I were to be lost, Mavros would be thrown into chaos, and Savoyne would have a field day. More than likely, they would wrest control from the Mavros family again, and our autonomy would be rescinded. I envy my sister and her journey with you, and I congratulate all of you on your swift and fruitful research. If there is aught I can assist with, I am at your disposal."


[System]
Age: 20
Sex: Female

Appearance: Standing at exactly six feet in height, Alix shows the clear signs of a young Warrior in training: a reasonably strong physique, fit from years of training and exercise. She tends to dress in white, blue and silver, with several of her shirts decorated with the Pearce family emblem (the stylised head and plumes of an Altaria in mid-flight). Her hair, light brown, long and straight, resembles a hime cut (a common Sengun hairstyle), reaching just past her shoulders at its longest. Her eyes are a plain blue.

Alix can usually be found wearing a T-shirt, lightweight long pants, and solid-looking boots. She carries a large backpack to hold her gear, and wears a smaller satchel for her more frequently used items. A row of six empty catches are attached to the satchel's strap, designed to hold Poké Balls. Lastly, Alix wears a pair of fingerless leather gloves embroidered with a variation of the family emblem on the back; the usual Altaria imagery is backed by a hand-stitched Poké Ball logo in red and white.

Personality: Alix sees a challenge and takes it in her stride. This does not necessarily mean 'head-on' or 'too proud to back down'; learning martial arts exclusively for defensive purposes has instilled a sense of knowing when to pick one's battles. Alix tends to think tactically in the beginning of a match, aiming to either outmatch the opponent's speed or weather blows until she lands a match-winner. Once a plan gets into her head, however, she struggles to adapt if her opponent changes their tactics in response.

Socially, Alix is reasonably capable, but she has issues with the image she portrays; she's extremely attentive to how she looks. Why else would she fuss over her choice of clothing, or make a point of ensuring there's nothing out of place during her travels, as much as she does?

Profession: Alix has just become a Trainer, but is a Warrior first and foremost.
Talents: Alix has inherited the skills and abilities of Sengun's Warriors. This means that she can talk to certain species of Pokémon and understand them in the same manner as a Pokémon Empath (a rare type of Trainer who can understand Pokémon). All Warriors have one or two specialty types of Pokémon, and Alix is no exception. The Pokémon that she finds easiest to talk to belong to the Flying and Fighting types: those are her specialties. She has yet to form a Link with a Pokémon, however, and has not chosen a Warrior Skill.

Alix often displays an affinity for Flying or Fighting Pokémon, but it is entirely possible for her to link with Pokémon of most other types. However, she has difficulty approaching and battling Electric or Psychic types, as they are the two with the most direct opposition to her favoured types.

Other than her Warrior teachings, Alix has a solid education in a variety of subjects, and has several years of training in basic defensive martial arts for use in Warrior combat.

Starter Pokémon: Alix does not currently have a Pokémon with her, but she has reserved a Torchic to be collected at the Ilex Laboratories. Torchic's moves are Scratch and Growl, and her ability is Speed Boost.

Inventory:
- 15 Poké Balls
- - A pack of blank labels for identifying which species corresponds to which Ball
- 10 Potions
- 5 Super Potions
- 5 each of Antidotes, Paralyse Heals and Burn Heals
- P$500 in cash for small expenses
- - Debit card linked to a bank account containing P$1500
- A week's worth of clothing, including several items featuring the Pearce family emblem as detailed above
- - Additional personal care items
- A small first-aid kit for treating minor human injuries
- A ponigiri kit. This includes enough ingredients to produce ten ponigiri, the basics of which may be replenished at any Poké Mart that stocks food. It also includes a packet of additional flavourings and ingredients for advanced ponigiri; no more than five can be produced per packet.
- A standard-issue silver PokéLink, with a Torchic design etched into the back.

Hometown: Eyria City, Eyria, Sengun

Biography:
The daughter of an Eyrian Warrior and a Trainer from Challena, Alix was quickly found to have inherited her father's Warrior capabilities. She grew up in Eyria's mountains and plateaus, watching bird Pokémon soar from the peaks in the north and treetops in the south, where Platinos' forestry reached into Eyria's lands. The family has an Altaria; the bond between a Pearce and an Altaria or Swablu is a long-running family trait.

From an early age, Alix was enrolled in Eyria's Feather Dance Dojo, where she learned her defensive martial skills over the years and trained in fitness. The Pearce family wasn't one for laziness. Between schoolwork, training and helping around the house, Alix was kept busy and out of trouble.

All Warriors have specialty types, indicating the species with which they work best. Alix didn't find out her own until the age of fourteen, after a sparring match against the family Hitmonchan that ended in a draw. She congratulated her opponent on fighting to a standstill, and was amazed to understand, more or less, the Hitmonchan's response. It was in the Pokémon's own language, of course, but Alix understood it.

Much like her father once described it, it was almost as if a light clicked on in her brain and she could perfectly translate the language. Quickly, Alix's parents introduced the teenager to Pokémon of other types: she found that, despite being a complete stranger, the Karea - a pure Flying-type - was the most receptive to her approach. And so Alix discovered her specialty types as a Warrior, and became eligible, in her parents' eyes, to take on the Pokémon League.

She chose not to begin the challenge, however, believing that she was too young and inexperienced to venture out into Sengun alone. Instead, she began to hone her skills further, doing research in her spare time to understand the abilities of a Warrior. Over the following years, she completed her classes at the Feather Dance Dojo, researched the history of Sengun, and studied the politics of Sengun's Ten Kingdoms, after having the fortune at age nineteen to meet Airryn Hawke, Queen of Eyria, herself.

So having prepared as best she could, Alix put in a call to the Ilex Laboratories a month after her twentieth birthday, reserving a Pokémon for pickup, and boarded an airship to Regala.

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Shinsuke sat down in contemplation next to the brook as he took a look around himself. The forest seemed to all blend together to him, which made it difficult to figure out where to go and which way was... Well, the road, for one. It was a tad silly for him to walk this far without any way out, admittedly, and even moreso to just lose himself in the wilderness like he did.

"Hm... Maybe an aerial view might do me some good...?" he muttered to himself as Kumie situated itself comfortably on his head. Right. Well, now was as good a time as ever to see how well formerly-wild Pokemon could understand the human language. Carefully taking the Swablu off of his head, Shinsuke sighed and looked it straight in the eyes.

"Fly into the sky with Hanzo and see if you can find a road nearby." he stated plainly, placing Kumie on the ground for Hanzo's convenience. The former nodded as it had before, which Shinsuke interpreted as a sign of understanding, as Hanzo climbed on. Though the little Swablu seemed to struggle momentarily, it didn't take long for both of the Pokemon to be completely airborne. It didn't take long, though, for the Swablu's strength to finally give out and bring the both of them plummeting back to the ground. Barely managing to catch the both of them before their faces met the dirt below them, Shinsuke sighed and shook his head. Well, he should've seen that one coming.

"Well... Did you two see anything?" he asked, placing the two Pokemon on the ground. Kumie and Hanzo both seemed to nod, which was, clearly, a good sign.

"Alright; if you would, then."

With that statement, Hanzo climbed his way onto Shinsuke's right shoulder and pointed off to the side. Nodding, Shinsuke brushed himself off as Kumie perched itself on his left before walking off and following Hanzo's directions.

It didn't take long after that; the forest's density began to thin considerably after a few minutes, and a little while later the trio found themselves back on the main road to Mystriver. Convenient enough.

"Good job, you two. I'll get you something later." Shinsuke said, slipping his hands into his coat as he began to walk back down the road towards the bridges mentioned by that young assistant from earlier. Well, it was certainly better than wandering about the region aimlessly...

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"Which one of y'all's from Unova? Heard a lot of awesome stuff about that place."

Hearing her hometown fully absolved Robyn from of her trance...mostly... "Oh, yeah, it's definitely awesome. You should totally go some time. Hit up Castelia when you get there, it's not got the arenas that Nimbasa's got but the shows are awesome. You sound like you'd be the kind of guy who dig it, Ezra." She was finally coming back down from the clouds. Ezra? All the names in the world and they couldn't think of one better than Ezra?

Nina was still staring wearily at her new teammate, while the pink ball of fluffy was curled up using it's own tail as a pillow. Robyn looked over at the other two. "So...did I basically just catch a ditz? This Pokemon chases it's own tail and sleeps. I dunno how useful it's gonna be..."

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"Which one of y'all's from Unova? Heard a lot of awesome stuff about that place... Oh, uh, I'm Ezra, of the house descendant Daly. I'm a representative of the River's Flow Dojo in Mystriver. And this is Brie."

"Alix Pearce, of Eyria. I suppose you could say I represent the Feather Dance Dojo, if we're discussing where we trained," Alix introduced herself to the newcomer. "Oh, and these are Jen and... well, I haven't thought of a name for Kestra yet." Both Pokémon looked up as they were mentioned, but remained quiet for now.

At Robyn's question, asking about her new catch, Alix took a moment to examine the sleeping pink Pokémon at the feet of the Unova girl. She wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed vaguely catlike. That explained the sleeping habits. "Can't say I have an answer for you there, Robyn. Though the Pokédex probably has information on it." Kestra hopped a little closer, observing the dozy creature, but Alix recalled the little bird into his Poké Ball in case a scuffle broke out.

"I'm set to catch up with Ato when you guys are ready."

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- Several Minutes Later -

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It wasn't long until Shinsuke and Evie each caught up with everyone else at the forest's edge, and the Trainers all moved on as a group, following Ato until the road split into two paths. The most prominent of the two was a straight and clear path through the woods, dotted with the occasional Trainer rustling through the thick grass that was covering a good portion of the road.

The second path, however, was far more interesting to Alix, as it led away deeper into the forest. Maybe there were rarer finds in the tangle of trees, vines, and grass. Alix's musing was interrupted, however, as a man in an orange and black outfit - a Pokémon Ranger - approached the group.

"Excuse me, Trainers, but I noticed your differing styles of clothing and choices of Pokémon," the Ranger began.

"Easy there, Lief. They're new to the area, on their way through to Verdan," Ato chipped in before the others could speak.

"Ah, Ato. Good to see you again. But I digress." Lief looked past Ato to the others. "I can help you find the more unusual landmarks in the forest, if you wish to know more about them. There are two in particular: the standing stones, where Eevee and Chromera tend to gather, and the Togepi Garden. Though the Garden is best left to one or two people at a time, just in case the Togetic and Togekiss become too disturbed and seal off their home."

Ato turned to the older, but less experienced, group of five. "Well, it's like he says. You can take a trip to one of the landmarks, or you can head off to go looking for Pokémon on your own. Just like before, I'll be on the open road if you need me for anything."

Update #02

Alix:
Jen (Torchic), level 6. Scratch, Growl, Ember (Speed Boost)
Kestra, level 3. Peck, Growl (Sniper)

Robyn:
Nina (Petilil), level 6. Absorb, Growth (Own Tempo)
Skitty, level 3. Fake Out, Growl, Tail Whip, Tackle (Cute Charm)

Shinsuke:
Hanzo (Froakie), level 6. Pound, Growl, Bubble (Protean)
Kumie (Swablu), level 3. Peck, Growl, Astonish (Natural Cure)

Evie:
Venipede, level 6. Defense Curl, Rollout, Poison Sting, Toxic Spikes (Poison Point)
Rad (Poochyena), level 4. Tackle, Howl (Quick Feet)

Ezra:
Brie (Oshawott), level 7. Tackle, Tail Whip, Water Gun (Shell Armour)
Azz (Azurill), level 2. Splash, Water Gun, Tail Whip (Thick Fat)

Wild Pokémon Levels: 2-6

Grass/Forestry:
Kestra
Sentret
Lillipup
Swablu
Caterpie
Weedle
Shroomish
Seedot
Sewaddle
Skiddo
Ekans
Petilil (Uncommon)
Minccino (Uncommon)
Pikachu (Uncommon)
Tropius (Uncommon)
Birchling (Uncommon)
Forest Chromera (Uncommon)
Eevee (Uncommon, Found at Standing Stones)
Audino (Rare)
Chikorita (Rare)
Turtwig (Rare)
Tripleaf (Rare)

River:
Magikarp

Togepi Garden:
Togepi


[System]
Appearance: Zac stands at about 5'9" and is fairly thin, with only a small amount of muscle, mostly on his arms and torso. His light brown hair is often messy, with a slight wave to it, and falls to his shoulders. He has bright green eyes that are often bright and full of life, unless of course he is having one of his bad days, in which case his eyes are quite a dull, dark green.

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Powers:
Sound Manipulation: Can manipulate sound waves, changing volume, frequency and how far the sound travels. He can create 'bubbles' where no sound can leave/enter. Mostly personal, and 'bubbles' are only small.
Enhanced Senses: Zac's five senses are all heightened to highly advanced levels. He can hear, see and smell things clearer and from further away, has very sensitive taste buds and is good at picking out specific ingredients in food, and is more sensitive to touch all over his body.

Personality: Zac is a very chilled and laid back guy. He can come across as fairly introverted but once he feels comfortable with someone he is very outgoing. He is always happy to meet new people and talk about music or video games, or almost anything. He enjoys listening even more than he does talking. He likes to feel helpful and useful, and is always there for his friends, or almost anyone really. He always try's to be on everyone's good side and is trusting to a fault.
As a lot of creative people are, he is prone to unexpected bouts of near crippling depression that can last anywhere from an hour to a week. This can often leave him bedridden for days on end. He also often puts other people's happiness and well being above his own. There are also short times where he will keep to himself due to thinking that he is just a bother to everyone around him. He often gets over it quickly, but it is always there at the back of his mind. He try's to be calm and collected, but it often quick to overreact and over think most things. Even the tiniest issue can turn into a horrible world altering disaster in his mind if he lets it. Zac is very opinionated, and often struggles to find the line between assertive and and aggressive when it comes to arguments, especially when it's something he's passionate about. Secretly, he is a hopeless romantic. He often keeps it hidden to avoid getting hurt, but it's there, and he can't wait to find someone to finally share that side of him with.

Background: Not much to say about Zac's childhood. He grew up in a family musicians and always fit in fairly well. Until he ended up bursting his father's ear drums when discovering his powers. His father has never forgiven him since and home life had started to get strenuous. Since age 14 his parents started getting distant and his father often verbally abused him. He retreated into music and that's the only thing that kept him sane. It didn't help that he also continued trying to fix his relationship with his parents by doing almost all the housework, as well as homework and a part-time job. It was all too much, so he left for Pakora Academy. He hopes that in his new life he will be able to relax more and find people he can be comfortable around.

Likes: Music, video games, bacon, friends.
Dislikes: Being bored, silence, being alone (except when he needs it).
Themes: In Due Time - Killswitch Engage
Self-Destruct and Die - Dead Poetic
There, There - The Wonder Years

[User]
Lily looked at her friend, Hinako, to check whether or not she was alright. No doubt she was also overwhelmed by the monster's presence. Couldn't blame her really. It was a Great One after a-- what the-- she... she's greeting her! And so calmly at that!

Lily now felt really, really stupid for being so scared of her. She released her grip on the kitsune and placed her arms under her chest, huffing in the process. Adding to her embarrassment, she could feel her face reddening. And she couldn't exactly stop it so she just stood there looking at Bea with an overly hostile look, just to counter her shame. She didn't know that it only made her look like she was pouting cutely.

She then witnessed Hinako lightly chastising the boy for being so headstrong, whom only now she recognized. He was the boy that she dismissed back then in the auditorium. So he was apparently an angel. Hmph, how unfitting for him.

She then heard Hinako's views on violence and conflict. She could agree with that. It was foolish to expect a world without conflict. But conflict for the sake of conflict would just beget chaos and destruction. There would always be the strong and the weak. And the strong must live with honor and pride, as they protected the weak.

She then heard Bea's explanation. She said she only wished to observe, and that it was her fault for looking at her too hard. And somehow she knew that she was a dragon, even though she looked fully human right now.

"I would not stare at you if you had properly suppressed your aura," Lily replied. "My dragon instinct picks up on your wrongness right away. I would not care for a Great One if they blend in with everybody else."

@ADamnFiddle@Letter Bee

[Assistant]
Edward Carter
Edward spotted Bea only a moment after Ascot did, and when he did, he had to fight hard to suppress a grimace stemming from the massive headache that came with looking at her.

Unlike most living beings on this plane of reality, he was fully capable of looking at an Eldritch's true form without turning insane or being reduced to a pile of otherworldly goo; that did not mean, however, that he was unaffected by the sight. It was one of the things he truly hated about the passive nature of his ability - it was useful for detecting cultists, and an absolute pain in the ass when dealing with the Eldritch themselves.

Thankfully, he'd long learned how to suppress it, or else he'd have to deal with a migraine worse than any hangover every time he looked at an Eldritch.

Which, apparently, Bea was. If her true form didn't clue him in, then the frightened reactions from the other girl certainly would have. She even explicitly used the words "Great One"; that was one hell of a give away. He wondered how the other girl knew though - in a school filled with demi-humans, how was she able to pick out exactly what the other girl was. Interesting.

He was completely in 'Guardian' mode, as he liked to call it. That meant no rash actions, observe before acting, not letting himself be overwhelmed no matter what.

And so he did that. Even when Ascot rushed in and the other girl was screaming hysterics, he stood back. The facts were laid out in front of him: The girl was an Eldritch, other people knew or at least guessed, and she had yet - nor seemed to have the intention to - bring harm to anyone here. She said as much. Unfortunately, what she wanted to do and what she would do were entirely separate things. Whatever the intent of beings such as her, it usually went ill for the poor ickle mortals they hung around with.

Deciding that he knew enough. Eldritch, especially the Elder ones, were near impossible to kill - but they could killed, permanently. The methods were few and far in between, but it was possible. It just so happened that he held one of those methods in the palm of his hand.

Drawing the Silver Key from his pocket, Edward approached Bea, giving a small smile and a quick 'Excuse me' to the others as he passed by. He stood in front of the other girl and bent down to look her in the eye.

He found that most Eldritch prefer this way of direct way of interacting; looking away or being fidgety makes them more excited, and excited horrors are the worst kind. Being honest also helps, since tricking them usually failed and ended up in making them excited, and excited horrors are the worst kind. Of course, that depended on which Eldritch this was, but it worked as a general rule!

"Just give me honest answers, and I won't kill you," he said honestly. "Can you control yourself enough not to drive people insane? Do you plan on bringing cultists, siblings, or parents here with you? Do plan on harming anyone in this school? Yes or no only. Otherwise . . ." He brandished the key again.

@Hammerman @ADamnFiddle @Letter Bee

[User]
Kyoko Sakura

The actions performed by the ghostly lady left some impressions in Kyoko. Her usual neutral stare, now looked rather angry or disturbed for some reason. She seemed like she was summon a curse, or something similar like that. Kyoko was really scared of that for a moment, until she realized, that as a witch she could probably remove most curses anyway. She played human so full-heartedly, she actually forgot she was a witch for a moment.
Now Kyoko did still perform her headpatting, which she excelled at by the way. There were no better headpats than Kyoko headpats! The proof: Odette. The ghost seemed confused and irritated, and it had exactly the effect Kyoko hoped it would have. It threw her off!

So now both girls were just looking at each other awkwardly, both having the hand on the other´s head. For outsiders this might actually look like some sort of weird cryptic ritual. An amusing thought for Kyoko...
Anyway, with Odette suddenly turning around and walking away, the witch was just about to say something as she turned around again, looking at Kyoko before returning. Still not saying anything.

Determined to let the ghost-girl speak first, Kyoko waited and waited. A few minutes actually passed, before she finally did say something, even if rather broken. Though it gave enough information for Kyoko to react to it
"Well... That explains a lot! Is it because of any physical reason? Or maybe are you just..."
Kyoko gave her a mischievious smirk. "Is the cute little ghost shy?~
The witch was doing this on purpose. A little bit of picking on her could help making them friends and also fight the social awkwardness surrounding Odette. With a slight giggle, Kyoko shook her head.
"Don´t worry! You can just follow me around, or I´ll follow you. Just nod or shake your head if you don´t like talking. Would you rather visit our dorms and see where we sleep or go talk to random people?"
The evil witch Kyoko did it again >:D! She did not give her a "Yes or no" question, but a question which can only be replied to by talking. How mean! She really was an evil genius, Kyoko thought.

[Assistant]
Zac finished his drink, looking around and simply observing the people around him. Far more interesting then the crowd he was used to. He picked up his bag and guitar case again, before leaving the auditorium, on his way upstairs to find his room. His sensetive ears picked up bits and pieces of conversation as he walked, watching the students with a soft smile on his face. Noticiing just how different all the students were, he knew he was going to have a fun time here.

Upstairs, he found his way to his dorm, setting his things down. No one else had moved in yet, but he was eager to find out if he was going to end up with a room mate. Hopefully they wouldn't mind his taste in music too. He sat on his bed for a moment, pulling out his smartphone, checking for any notifications. Nope, nothing. He looked around his room as he stood again, sighing at how bare it looked. A friend of his was arriving in a few days with his van, though, which had the rest of his stuff. That would definitely make him feel more at home.

He took a deep breath as he left his new room and headed back down to the welcoming party, now unburdened by luggage. Very quickly, commotion caught his attention. He watched intently as he saw a boy, with wings, leap to a group of three girls. Luckily, with his hearing he could hear the whole conversation from the other side of the room. The girl who the winged boy approached had a very odd way of speaking, and that intrigued Zac. But the others seemed very wary of her. Something about insanity and cultists. Well then, this certainly was interesting.


[System]
Age: 22 years old

Appearance: Isaac is 6' tall and a wiry but muscular-tone 155lbs. He has bright blue eyes, messy blonde hair, a boyish face and a bright smile. Out on the road, you will usually find him wearing a plain tee shirt, maybe some combat armour strapped over, combat pants and hardy military grade boots. Often carries a backpack too.

Above: Isaac aged 15 years old - Stood outside New Brooklyn settlement, posing for the camera

Background: Isaac Storm was born Isaac Carson, in Vault 118. He'd always had a knack for getting into trouble, but one particular escapade had gotten him into so much trouble, it changed his life forever. You see, Vault 118 was deathly scared of the outside world, and believed New York to be completely poisoned by nuclear fallout. They had a strict rule that the vault door was never to be opened, and anyone who tried to do so would be sentenced to death by the overseer. When 11 year old Isaac snuck up to the main entrance of the vault and released the seal that'd been shut since the very bombs dropped, the Overseer commanded that Isaac pay with his life. His mother begged for her son's life, and she managed to negotiate one final option. Her and her son had to leave vault 118 for good.

It was an option she did not relish, but with her son's life on the line, she took it.

Luck was not on their side. Mother and son were not long out of the vault when they were hunted and set upon by a pack of wolves. Isaac's mother sacrificed herself to give her son a chance, screaming for him to run. And run he did. With tears in his eyes, and a nasty bite wound bloodying up his arm, he fled the scene. Moments later he ran into help in the form of a trade caravan, whose bodyguards were led by the boy back to his mother. But they moments too late.

The wolves were slain and a hysterical young Isaac was taken to the nearest settlement, New Brooklyn, where the first words of Sheriff Luca burned themselves into the memory of Isaac and marked the man he was to become...

"You're mother died so you could live, son. Make sure you live a good life, to pay her back."

He would live a good life. He would save lives. He would become a wasteland hero. He would pay his mother back.

[User]
Isaac awoke to the sound of chatter on the streets. He opened his eyes slightly to see the sun beaming in through the window, stirred in the chair, stretching an arm up in the air as he yawned. Sitting up, he looked to his right and saw Zara sprawled out in the bed, then his eyes widened as he realised that her flimsy tank top had moved and twisted in the night, revealing far more than it ever should about Zara's body. He turned his sight away and shook his head with a smile.

"Jeez," he muttered as he walked around the bed, grabbed the quilt that was supposed to be covering her, and gently threw it over his companion. He left the room quickly after that, not before grabbing his toothbrush and going to the bathroom to wash up.

When he went downstairs and straight outside, looking both ways before heading over the town square to grab some breakfast from the outdoor diner. Exchanging some smalltalk as he ate his squirrel-on-stick, he paid up.

"Damn," he said to himself after the store owner took the bill to and turned around to get change. "I've burned through this cash faster than I thought."

He had. Payment for the convoy to Boston was perhaps his biggest score to date, but he'd spent more than half of it while relaxing in Diamond City, not to mention the travel back to New York.

"Yup," the store owner agreed as he gave Isaac his change in the form of caps. "That's what cash does... burns faster than we thought."

Isaac shot the man a wry grin and finished his breakfast. He and Zara would need to start taking some jobs on the way to Liberty Point. Best to start now before all his funds were gone entirely.

He went to the the notice board in the town square to if there was something he could do this morning, maybe a quick job he could wrap up before lunchtime. His eyes darted around at the various messages. One of the notes was the warning of an angry man who was threatening to find and kill the man who'd slept with his wife. That got a laugh. Most all of the jobs would take days and some would take he and Zara in the opposite direction to the way they were going. But there was one. Isaac snatched the note off the board and read it more closely.

"The town of Brixton is in need of a gunman for pest control," he read aloud. "Bingo."

With that, he headed back to the tavern to see Zara.

[Assistant]
By the time he arrived back at the room, Zara had aroused and washed up. She was currently brushing her hair out with her fingers as she stared out the window. She had been lost in thought, her eyes blurred and not actually taking in what she was seeing. She was thinking about her life and what had become of it now. She was a free woman, able to wake up when she chose, sleep when she needed or wanted to. She only needed to care for herself. Yet she felt oddly driven to care for Isaac as well. She cared to ensure he ate, washed and was looked after.

Giving a startled slight jump when he entered the room, she looked over to him as her eyes refocused. "Good morning. I figured you had wandered off early. Got yourself something to eat? Slept well I hope." She asked him curiously as she attempted to style her hair. She contemplated growing it out so she could put it in a bun or style it. She did notice the paper in his hand, wondering what it was for.

[User]
It seemed he'd caught her lost in thought. Or maybe she was just a little jumpy. As she turned about and washed that green gaze over him, he gave her a nod. "Mornin."

"Good morning. I figured you had wandered off early."

"Yup. Couldn't help myself," he bounced back, walking over to her as she styled her hair. He passed her and looked out the window, habitually checking the surround. Wasteland philosophy. Next to him, it was easy to see that the fire-cracker of a girl was only little. Couldn't have been more than 5' 4". Skinny too.

"Got yourself something to eat? Slept well I hope."

"Yeah not bad. A cushioned chair isn't bad when you've spent the last few nights on the floor with nothing but a bedroll for a mattress," he said. "I had breakfast down at the square. You should get something in you too. We've a long morning's travel ahead of ourselves, and err... you could use a decent meal or two..." he grinned mischieviously. "...or five."

He hoped she didn't take offense. He just couldn't help himself.

Raising his hand with the paper in it. "Got a job for us," he told her. "Pest control. Probably just some mole rat infestation. Good caps. We could use em. And it's on the way, so happy days."

[Assistant]
"Hey now, the slender body allows me to be stealthy." She giggled a bit, running her hand over her stomach and hip. Of course she was too slender, but she'd work on that. Food did sound good, though she wasn't sure what she would want. Maybe she'd let the chef decide something good for her. The freedom to be able to decide what to eat was a little overwhelming.

She glanced over to him when he mentioned the job. "Seems decent enough work and easy to do. Wanna head out there once I've eaten and gotten some rations for the road? Or are we staying here another night?" She asked him curiously, picking up the gun holster he had given her and strapped it to herself. It still felt weird to be carrying it, but she'd get use to it soon enough.

One last look in the mirror, she seemed to be pleased with her appearance and headed for the door. She was eager for their day to begin. She could work on her target practice dealing with these pests. She wondered if she should get a bladed weapon too, for the melee battles she was sure to get into.

[User]
"We're getting on the road just as soon as you're ready," he replied. When she was done in the mirror, he smiled at her, then made for the door.

They went around Grasscroft, Zara got some breakfast and a few extra rations. When Isaac found out that Zara had left his knife back in the apartment block they'd stayed in the night before, he shrugged it off and they went to the weapons shop to get a replacement for him and one for her. Isaac secured his new knife onto his belt. It wasn't nearly as quality as his last one, but it would do for the time being. He'd wait to get a really good one from Katie Wensdale at Liberty Point. No doubt she'd have a few lying around at the General Store.

After that, they hit the road.

The sun beamed down on the dusty road, the wasteland vista of wreckage and dirt going on for miles. Isaac remained vigilant on the surround, his eyes constantly scanning left and right as he walked.

"Brixton's a quaint little town, if I remember right," he told Zara. "Not so far off the main trade route that they're unwelcoming of visitors. But it's not a big place, and it'll likely go by the Sheriff's law and wasteland justice, so we should be careful - stay out of trouble, ye know." He gave her a glance, then looked back on the road. "We go in, get some details on the job, get it done, get paid. Light work and we're out before sundown."

Wasteland justice meant no jails for criminals, just exile or death... usually death. People didn't usually waste time with arguments and fist fights. And town folk didn't often side with visitors or their own. It was worth explaining in advance.

They walked for an hour on the big roads before turning off the main trade routes and heading toward Brixton. They arrived in good time and went to the Sheriff's office.

"Hey," Isaac greeted as he walked in. There was an old man who was sat with his feet up on the desk. Two more younger men lounged about on chairs in the room. It was obvious which was the sheriff and which two were deputies. "We're here about the pest problem."

"Uh, good. Had my deputy post that job just yesterday. Grasscroft always sends them in good time." The Sheriff took his feet off the desk and explained the siutation. "Mole rats breeding like mutants down in god knows which sewer. Rodents keep coming up and chewing up the wires at the town generator. We ain't got the resources to keep fixing the damn thing and none of our guys can pin down the exact location of the nest to nip the problem in the bud."

"Uh huh," Isaac nodded. Seemed simple enough. He negotiated the pay without any hassle too. "Alright gentlemen, we'll get to it. Should be done by evening."

"Oh yeah," one of the deputies said, looking Isaac and Zara up and down. "You that good huh?"

Isaac smiled at the deputy, let the question hang in the air for a few moments, then looked back to the Sheriff. "By evening, Sheriff."

And with that, they left and headed for the town entrance. This would be a good lesson in tracking and shooting for Zara. "That went smoothly enough," he said to her. "How are you holding up? Y'okay?"

[Assistant]
Zara walked with him to the town, enjoying the sights that were around them. The world was coming back, slowly recovering from the atomic bomb issues. It wasn't as beautiful and luscious as it was once told, but she was enjoying the views anyway. They just needed to find a way to eradicate all the ruins and broken buildings. She hummed to herself softly until they entered office. Opting to stay back and listen rather than intervene, she checked out the two deputies. Neither seemed relatively capable of doing their jobs either so why was one sneering at them?

His question irritated her. She wouldn't be that good but she had seen Isaac in action. That was a man of talent and of skill. She was sure he'd get it done before supper if he wasn't training her how to actually fight and defend herself. Keeping her opinion to herself, and her gaze hard on him, she balled her hands into fists. She flashed him the middle finger before turning to leave the office with Isaac. Maybe being around a bunch of men who always underestimated her and other women had an effect on her and now she was free to express her disdain. Or maybe she just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but she wanted to fight him.

Her eyes went to Isaac as he spoke to her. "I'm fine. I'm doing okay. Wanted to make that man taste his own balls but that's pretty average for me. Mole rats seem to be my target practice today? Good, a moving object would be a great place to start. How are you holding up? Having to cart around a novice such as myself."

[User]
"I'm fine. I'm doing okay. Wanted to make that man taste his own balls..." Isaac threw his head back and laughed. "...but that's pretty average for me."

He went in front of her, walking backwards as he playfully pointed at his companion. "True. You are indeed a spicy one."

He found that he was enjoying her company more than anyone he'd travelled with in a long time. She was unpredictable and a bit of a trouble magnet, but that's part of what made her so fun. He thought of the song 'Atom Bomb Baby' that played on the radio a lot. It was fitting for this broad, for sure. He remained walking backwards for a little longer, before turning around and fall into step beside her once more.

"Mole rats seem to be my target practice today? Good, a moving object would be a great place to start."

"Yeah," he agreed half-hearted. "To be honest, you could do with some stationary targets first, but screw it, let's throw caution to the wind, huh."

"How are you holding up? Having to cart around a novice such as myself."

"Please," he waved away her comments. "You're a blast, cutey-pie." He chuckled as they arrived at the engine house and he knocked on the door. "Playing the lone wanderer is cool n all, but it's gets kinda boring sometimes. Nice to have some company."

The door was opened and a wiry old man was there to greet them. "What?"

"Here about the mole rats. Just wanted to take a look around."

Isaac raised his eyebrows expectantly, but the old man delayed. He thought about it with a grumpy expression, then looked outside both ways, before giving a sharp nod and disappearing inside, leaving the door open for them. "Don't touch anything," he shot at them.

Isaac shrugged at Zara and smiled, then went in. So began the lesson...

"What do you see, emerald eyes?" he asked Zara as they stood in the room with the generator. He didn't expect her to offer much, but it was worth a shot.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Mother: Fay

Minions: Reds and Yellows

Compatibility: As well as anyone can work with her. If someone tries to be her teammate, as long as she doesn't hate them, she'll try her best to be a good partner.

Weapon: Sword

Spells: Fireball, Vine Wall, Vine Snare (immobilizes victims, making them think they're being held by vines) and Enrage (doubles all nearby minion powers for the next minute)

Worshipers: Halflings

[User]
Of his half siblings, Seirya was his least favorite. Like het mother she was too self absorbed to get along with and become overly cruel as time had passed. In short, she was an arrogant princess who was used to getting what she wanted. Kaldir did not like her at all and instead chose to interact with her as little as possible.

Moving passed Seirya Kaldir instead plucked a large mace from the weapon rack, a large thing nearly as tall as he was, and gave it a practice swing that shattered a large stone into fragments. Holding his weapon aloft, Kaldir spoke a simple sentence. "Let us take back what is ours."

[Assistant]
Hanovar grabbed his morningstar from next to the armor stand giving the spiked mace a few swings to regain the feel for it. It was a savage weapon which definitely made a statement to either the receiving target or they're comrades watching it crush and rip into whoever got hit. The most important thing is that a message was sent that it would be better to bow down or die horribly, either was an acceptable outcome for those opposed to the siblings if given the choice.

"Either way, its armor and it has its purpose but doesn't mean it can't look good." He said in honesty, probably quite surprising given Hanovar's habits. "Time to get moving then I suppose."

The young Overlord was ready to get out and cause some havoc should it be necessary heading back up towards the throne room. There was a need to put Spree back in its place which no doubt would take some time, or not and be very short but there was easy doubt to it.

[User]
Luna picked up her sword and, after a few practice swings, slid it in its sheath on her hip. She was right behind Hanovar on his way to the throne room and quickly walked straight to the pool of water.

"Are you ready?" Gnarl asked, coming from one of the long hallways.

Luna was the first to answer. "I was born ready." She had only been thinking that Spree would pay dearly for taking the tower heart. First Spree, then the world.

Gnarl looked at the others, smiling as he heard each of their answers.

[Assistant]
Seirya glanced at her siblings, and as each of them passed her, she grinned. She knew Kaldir didn't liked her that much, and she was pleased with that. Bringing down terror upon the world was fun, but bringing down her family would even be more fun. Although for now, they all had their part in a play that Seirya tried to control into her favor.

As she noticed each of them went back to the throne room, she smiled and slowly walked after them. Although before walking up, she went back to her room and grabbed a cloack from her drawer. It was old, but it was the only thing she truelly had kept from her younger days when she still loved her mother.
As she placed the cloack around her body, she smiled. It covered her armor and only showed her gauntlet which held her whip.

Slowly she smiled as she looked into the mirror, then turned around and walked into the throne room. As she looked at her siblings, she smiled and looked at Gnarl.
"Let's just start it already, it's time to show that the overlords are back once more! And that terror will reign upon their homes again!"
Seirya smiled at the tought of seeing all races run in fear, once they set foot upon their lands!

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Hanovar stretched a bit noting the eagerness of his sisters, something he could use if anything but it was always something to keep in mind. He looked over the Gnarl examining the old minion master for a moment wondering just how much trust in someone that had seen the rise and fall of several Overlords before them. It was a line of thoughts he would keep to himself because much like Gnarl he didn't trust anyone all that much including his mother who was easily turned.

"Lets raise some hell." He said looking between his siblings and Gnarl before stepping up to the pool himself.

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Once the four of them stepped through the pool, they appeared in a field. Behind them was the portal stone to the tower. Around them, 4 holes appeared, a brown, red, green and blue sticking their heads out of each hole.

"The masters!" a brown called, climbing out to run up to Kaldir. Seeing the brown running to Kaldir, the red ran to Luna, the green to Hanovar and the blue to Seirya.

Luna looked at the red and lifted her left hand, calling the rest of the reds available, which only happened to be 10.

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Seirya stepped into the pool as her sibblings had already done, and within mere seconds they stood within a field. As she looked around for a moment, she could see the tower portal behind her.
As she heard a voice of one of the minions, she glanced towards the blue one that had ran towards her. It seemed weak, pathetic and above all useless.
But in fact Seirya knew what this little one could do and it was more than just a weak pathetic creature, it was the only one who could create life when death had took its price.

With a mere slash of her whip, and a rise from her gauntlet, the rest of her minions arose from their hole and all stood steady around her feet. Almost like they seeked protection, but at the same time were ready to sacrifice their lives just for her.
"Alright... Let's bring terror back to this world, and with that let's make asure they will not dare to betray us once more!"

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Hanovar looked about the field they stood in while taking note of the portal and feeling the need to do something about the rather happy atmosphere that surrounded them. He took a moment to watch as he saw the green approach him and grinned slightly as he summoned up the other nine of his little assassins. If words or force couldn't fix a problem amongst most of the civilized races a knife to the back was exactly what the stealthy minions provided him always ready to pounce given the opportunity. He rather enjoyed them because of this especially with him not having to pay or otherwise do anything for them to be at his disposal.

"There will be plenty of time to torture them Seirya, but the Tower Heart is more important right now. But by all means have a little fun afterwards I know I will." Hanovar said chuckling a bit as he egged on his sister who he expected to want to kill everything in sight or start hurting it.

[User] Kaldir stepped through the pool and felt grass under his feet, the sweetness of the air, and the song on the wind. It was all awful, domination was in order. Seeing his siblings summon their minions, Kaldir did the same with a raised fist. His minions seemed the most enthusiastic, nearly pummeling each other to be first to stand before their Overlord. They were a motley lot, dressed in little more than rags and armed with wooden clubs. The beginning of a great group of warriors. "Come, let us show the people of Spree what it means to anger an Overlord." Stomping his way towards the town, his minions excitedly trailing behind him.

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Luna began looking around the area, only to find 2 paths that would have to be opened from the other sides. With a frown, she ran back, calling her minions to follow her as she joined Kaldir. "Too much to burn here." she said, smiling as she saw a field of wheat.

As she stopped to admire how flammable it was, her reds began throwing fireballs at the people hiding in it as they shouted, "Attack!", "Burn!" or "Fire! Fire!"

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Seirya looked at her siblings, and grinned as Luna used her minions to make the field of wheat burn down to the ground. As she looked at the mere humans burn down to the ground, she was bored quite fast.
"Isn't there something more fun to do? Like burning down an entire town? That would be fun... Hearing the screams of all those pathetic human beaings... Being squashed like mere flies between your fist...
At the thought of having blood on her whip, her eyes began to burn with a certain sensation, almost like her evil was growing more and more as she heard the mere screams of those pathetic burning fools.
As Seirya walked towards the burning field of wheat, she slahed her whip around, creating a path to walk. As she walked trough the field, she could see a town in the distance, mostly guarded but whom wouldn't like some trouble for a small reward of seeing those pathetic creatures begg for their lives, before their heads are chopped off!
"Looks like our prayers are heard, my brothers and sister. There, in the distance, there is a town. Let's bring it to ashes, and make those pathetic creatures beg for their pathetic lives... Before their heads will roll down the streets!

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"That would be Spree, milady." Gnarl's voice would echo through their heads. "Burn it if you must but do try to find the hives and forges."

Luna nodded at her sister as she walked past her and to a small, destroyed house beside a pumpkin patch. She snapped and pointed at the pumpkins, her minions immediately trying to burn them.

From inside the house could be heard cries of help as a Halfling fell out the window. Seeing the four of them, the Halfling ran, around the house, seemingly towards the town.

[User] With a glare Kaldir ordered his minions to attack what wasn't on fire. The Browns scowereda fields and began tearing anything they could find apart. Crops uprooted, wagons destroyed, and houses broken into while several halflings fled. Through this destruction his minions improved themselves, picking up shovels, pitchforks, and kitchen knives as they razed homes to the ground. With a bit of surrounding area in shambles, Kaldir took a moment to take stock of the situation. They several halfings that had escaped would no doubt warn the rest, which meant that aore opposition would come. However that meant his minions could gain better gear more fitting than whatever the farmers had dropped in their panic. With renewed determination he began to stomp after the fleeing halflings, leaving his siblings behind him.

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Hanovar had moved along with his siblings watching as they decided to enjoy some destruction and let his greens pick up what they wished for them and/or him, gold being of certain interest, or finish off any survivors from the wave of fire and browns. The retreating Halflings was something of an amusement as they likely thought there was a certain safety in numbers. He felt as if the smaller creatures were going to be an issue as generally such things were entirely unreasonable.

"As much fun as razing the village sounds lets see what they have to say for themselves. Better to use them if they cooperate." Hanovar said still toying with the idea of what to do with the humans.

He made sure to keep his greens close and on hand as he started to move past the house just to have a look at the road ahead.

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Seirya glanced at her siblings for a moment, before looking back at the village.
If the past was correct, they always had a certain touch to it.
From the books she had read, she knew that each of these races would try to fight back.
And she wasn't so sure about them just surrendering their freedom, to be ruled by the overlords.
"Perhaps brother, but do remember that years have passed, and their weapons are probably much better than they were when father brought them to their knees."
Her words were filled with a certain touch of bloodshed, and a small bit of a warning.
She knew what happened in the past, trough the books she had read in their library, but did her siblings knew just as much?

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Luna smirked. "We shall burn it if necessary, sister. I know my reds would love the fun. But they also have at least 1 hive and a forge."

"Lady Luna is right." Gnarl cut in. "I can see browns working in the town now. Find their hive and reclaim it. I would suggest Lady Seirya and Lord Kaldir for this part while Lady Luna and Lord Hanovar find the forge. My guess would be to the north where the smoke is coming from."

"Actually." Luna said, looking to her sister. "How about we reclaim the forge, sister, while our brothers collect the minions."


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The first picture his his actual costume, He wears a sort of trench coat, That has a very lightweight kevlar composite designed to stop most knifes and smaller sharp objects, even some protection from light fire arms. Under That he wears a normal dark gray shirt and black tie.

as seen above, in the second picture is what he wears under the dress shirt and pants. A specially designed Carbon steel body armor and shoulder guards and bracers. Along with Kevlar gloves. More heavy duty than his jacket, and can stop most blows of a sword, many calibers of bullets, and depending on the range of the shots, higher caliber bullets. The helmet isn't a normal part of his armor, but that same design can be made through his quirk, and does plan on using this technique when the need arises. The boots go under his dress pants as well.
(Night, Unbending)

Gender:
boy

Age:
16

Height:
5'8

Weight:
170

Personality:
Usually quiet, alert and observant. He tends to keep to himself,
 however this does not mean that he unfriendly or cold. It is that he is just as fine being alone as well as being out with friends,
 if he had any. He has a strong sense of belief and code of conduct and a Unbending will when he makes his mind up on a matter.
Totally self sufficient and motivated to prove himself and become the best Hero he can. He's a lot more mature than most of the kids,
 if not all the kids his age. He acts much older than he is because of how he grew up, with his family. When you get to know him,
 he is kind and caring, honorable and when he gives his word,
 it's his bond. When asked his opinion he is straightforward and honest, but not in a way that would offend most people.

Background:
*Most to be kept secret for plot reasons* What can be said is that Takeshi grew up in a very aggressive home, being the youngest of six brothers and having one younger sister. His family came from a long line proud samurai who served the shogunate all the way up till the Meiji Restoration in 1871. They still held onto the traditions of a samurai family, even into the modern era. Each child trained to be a samurai, just like their fathers before them.

When the quirk entered their families blood, it was a strong one in the genetic code, each child having a very similar one as the original. Some with Variations, but still it remained the same. Shadow gathering.

 Growing up he was a big disappointment to his parents and brothers because he was not as talented with his quirk, despite being excellent with his sword, above that of his brothers even at his age. He did not agree with the families ways, and how they treated everyone else. Or even the way his father conducted 'business'. Longing to do something far better, and prove that he could do more and be more. He ran from home. Taking his sister, who was far too innocent to be left alone with that family. She being sweet and kind. He was always the closest with her, and often defended her from his older brothers, and even parents at times.

Once finding a place in Hosu, and filling out proper paperwork to become emancipated and guardian of his sister, with plans to go into the hero academy he took a job as a bodyguard. Despite his young age, to pay for school. He was accepted and even had been given special permission to bring his sister along to live with him in the dorms, because she was under his custody. While she would go to a normal middle school still.

Quirk:
Emitter: Gathering Darkness: Takeshi can gather and store darkness or shadows, into his own shadow. Once full his shadow is black, not see through like everyone else's. Just Black, devoiding light from whatever his shadow is resting on. He also can simply use the shadows around him without storing it, anything within twenty feet. He can turn the shadows he gathers and turn them into constructs. Anything that has a simple form, Not fine details, and nothing that has moving parts.

Also, depending on how bright the room is, and how little shadow is in the room, the weaker his constructs are, because there is not much of it. If he is in a room devoid of light, his constructs are far more powerful.

While this is basically the same as Roy's he is still at a far lower level than him, not able to do fidget spinners or the likes of that.
Also as opposite, his constructs are cold to the touch after he manipulates it, while his body does get cooler. It never gets to the point where it can risk his life. I can however make him shake, It does happened quickly as well. which not a good thing for a swordsman to do.

Talents:
He is a prodigy with the sword, but still far from a master.
 He uses this as his main form of fighting because he desires to be a Hero even during the day, not just at night.

He also had trained with a 9mm and is an impressive shot. His grouping is great but he is definitely not a sniper. Only trained with handguns. Will only use rubber or pepper spray non lethal bullets in training and in the real world, and has a fast draw and quick aim. Usually a last resort he will use this. As it is still far more risky than using his sword. His at least with his sword, he knows exactly where to cut to injure and immobilize someone with out putting their life in danger.

He is trained heavily in the Budo. A general term for a few forms of martial arts the Samurai trained in. Karate, Judo, Aikido. While this doesn't mean he's a master of any of them, he forms from each that are the most effective.

Quick on his feat and trained to be silent in his movement, he can move around a urban environment very quickly as well.

Power- C
Speed - C
technique - A
intelligence- B
cooperativeness C

Appearance:

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Kaida looked at Yukari as she mentioned she trained with him. She spent time training with Jett? How did they know each other? She wanted to know more about that, and more about Jett of course…. "Really? What is he like? How does he fight?
Before she could get an answer, Dulga suddenly spoke up again, first scolding Mamoru and making it very clear what she wanted the pink haired girl to do, before going through every team and the people they should be most worried about first. When She brought up Jett and Teleportation she was surprised even more. That was a really dangerous quirk. Though she found it odd she never saw him use it, She would imagine having such a versatile quirk she would use all the time.
Clearing up what they needed to do once more, Kaida thought back to the map, and remembered Jett's team was directly north of them. Looking at her own team she then said,
" So A team right? Get rid of Ezra and Jett first? If we go just west of the school we could cut them off if we are quick enough...or come up behind them...

At this point in time, she allowed her body to transform under her clothes, so her scales covered everything that was hidden. She did not allow her wings, tail or horns to form either of course. Immediately she felt a surge of strength in her arms and legs, and a fire burning in her chest, not of excitement or nervousness… but an actual fire that was always there in her hybrid form.
 Ok… I'm ready... She said softly, as she turned her blade into a ready position as they got to their starting point.

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Yukari Yozakura

"Hmm... It's hard to describe. I'm not really a fighter myself, and of course I can't really describe it by how it looked." Yukari wished she could explain it better to Kaida, but Yukari was never good at detail oriented stuff like that. She just learns through experience. Still if she had to fight Jett, Yukari would knew some of his tricks. As they walked and talked Yukari listened to Dulga and felt nervous around her. Dulga reminded her a lot of her old ring master; nice at first, but very aggressive once you see past her exterior. Yukari hoped that Dulga was just stern and not secretly sadistic, but all her comments about just shooting the other students did made Yukari uneasy. She wondered if Dulga would be the type of person who'd shoot a person while they're down.

Dulga's plans didn't seem too bad to Yukari. They made sense, though she was still a bit nervous. This would be her first big fight, and while she's sparred with Ezra and Jojo once before, she's never faced off against the rest of the class. Even Jett, she's only trained with him a few times when she first came to Japan. Who knows what he can do now. But Yukari would be brave. After all, what sort of hero would run from a challenge? "Team A seems like a strong group. But we should do what Dulga says and focus on one person at a time, and that would be Ezra. I sparred with him yesterday, he's kinda fast, but I think now that I have a better idea of his fighting style I could beat him. The trick would be trying to separate him from the rest of his team. Jett isn't reckless enough to let Ezra go on his own, and Mina seems like a smart person too. If we want to try to take them out we'll need to lure them out and divide them up." Yukari wondered how they would pull that off. Ezra seemed like a prideful guy, maybe if she challenged him directly they could get them into a 1-on-1 fight. Yukari might be able to hold her own against him while the others took one different members of the team. Though facing Dulga.... Yukari had a feeling that Dulga wouldn't honor a duel.

"Anyways, we should stick together, okay? Maybe we can goad them into chasing after us and taking them out while they're distracted. I'm sure they want to take the point first, so all we have to do is ambush them on the way. If we're fast, we might even be able to set up a trap for them to run into."

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Takeshi watched as Aname ignored them, his suspicions growing even more concrete by the second about this guy. He ignored him for a moment when Hatori then explained her idea. He thought about it for a moment, glancing at their new teammate and said,  "We shouldn't wait in one spot, but continually move around the point. We also shouldn't wait too long before trying to control the point. But I agree we should pick off teams by using your planes to position ourselves to ambush them along the way. "
 "Also If we set up with you and Motome behind us while Kisimoto and I take the brunt of the fighting, I think we will do well."  He added before looking to Motome.  Especially if you could copy everything you see, which would be amazing and could help confuse our opponents enough for us to take them out.

He noticed she was mostly sticking to herself, in her own head. He hoped she would be more engaged if he talked directly to her. When she would look at him, he would give her a confident smile.
He then looked to Aname and asked, "So what is your quirk Kishimoto?"