[System]
Appearance:
Nationality: Japanese

Age(10-70): 19

Favourite food: Honey-flavoured food items.

Hobbies (2 limit):
- strategy games (eg, chess)
- wandering, exploring
- gambling

Likes (Share 2):
- fancy architecture
- mazes

Dislikes (Share 2):
- plush animals
- locked doors

Minor special ability: An uncanny "sixth-sense" that tends to manifest as an intangible, spirit-like version of herself which only she can see. Typically, she is not in control of what it says or tells her, and it has become a habit for her to mentally converse with it - somewhat like speaking to herself. For the most part, her sixth sense is bothersome, but is handy for things like telling if someone is lying.

One paragraph biography (we want a little surprise in character): Daughter of an aristocratic Japanese family, she spends much of her time indulging in wild shenanigans, generally in an attempt to flee from the constraints of high society. Private homeschooling has given her a comprehensive education and an above average intellectual capacity, but she has a tendency to use them for more... dubious things.

[User]
Mitzuki Manor

Welcome to the Manor!

The manor is a very large estate with many rooms, a very large dining hall (or two), a three story library and many other amenities. The manor is home to the mysterious and beautiful Fiona Mitzuki as it's only permanent resident. She recently opened the manor to guests to stay for as long as they please. There is never a staff to be found but the manor and every room in it is exceptionally clean while all meals are hot and ready at there scheduled times.

Breakfast is served between 7 and 9, lunch from 11-1 and dinner precisely at 7. The dining hall door will be locked if you are late.

Anyone is welcome at the manor, you may stay as long as you wish in any room you wish. You may or may not ever see the mistress but the home and grounds are free to explore. Be weary of trap doors, stairs to closed off ceilings and doors on various floors that open to the outdoor air. The grounds in front are covered by a thick wood.

Here are some of the rooms and facilities on the property. Note that these are not the only facilities and that there is no map or directions on how to get to any of these facilities.

The Bar is self serve as there are no staff members.

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Simple posting rules.

1. Please allow at least 2 other characters to post between your posts. Give others a chance to post and not get left behind. If more join later I'll increase this number to 3. (This rule is temporarily disbanded, you will be informed when it will take effect again)

2. Romance is allowed but please PM the person you want to romance before heading in that direction. If you can, PM me as well letting me know so I don't "red flag" it.

3. If you somehow were left behind and want to know what's going on, PM me and I'll give you highlights. Otherwise just jump in anywhere, wondering the manor or grounds, etc.

4. Have fun, feel free to invent ghosts as you go (note any ghost you invent, you control and only for a 4 post period)

5. Each character can have one minor ability. ie fortune telling, a little stronger then normal, hold breath for a long time. No super super powers.

6. You may have up to 2 characters.

7. If your character(s) begins to get left behind and I don't see you posting. I will post in your place and PM you with updates until you return.

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The story so far.
* Players have entered the manor where they were greeted by Madam Mitzuki and given a key to their rooms.
* Players were instructed to leave their bags where they stood, they would be taken up to their room
* Players entered the dining hall for refreshments where mysteriously a buffet was available to them with all of their favorite foods ready to it.

[Assistant]
Welcome home!

It was about noon on a warm and sunny day and the doors to Mitzuki Manor had finally opened. Through the entrance was a grand entryway with a wide flight of stairs leading to the second floor where the guest rooms were kept. To the right of the entry way was a dining hall with a large fireplace on one end and a buffet table along the back wall, some light snakes and drink were prepared and displayed on top of it. To the left was the library. The rest of the Manor wasn't labelled. Who knows what rooms and mysteries would lye in the home.

The smell in the home was of freshly brewed tea, the scent was different to each person and changed each day.

[User]
When Reiko passed through the grand entryway and into the great Mitzuki Manor, she wasn't sure what to expect. She cast sweeping glances across the vast space, noting that perhaps she was the first to arrive. A familiar ache in her stomach reminded her that she was hungry.

Let's go look for food! Let's go!

As always, Reiko V2.0 appeared to her without warning and intruded her thoughts.

Don't be silly, that would be rude of us. I don't suppose we ought to find the lady of the manor, first and foremost?

You're the silly one. She's here. She isn't here. You won't find her that easily.

Either way, Reiko figured she had to get rid of her current burden which was her luggage. Upstairs? With tentative steps, she approached the winding stairs.


[System]
Species: Shiny Seviper
Age: 19

Appearance: His inner mouth and tongue were blue like a Shiny. But he still had an overall unique color scheme to his kind. His default face seemed to be a sadistic grin, matching his sinister sounding voice. Standing out in all the wrong ways.

History: His parents were apparently in a rather toxic relationship and had him out of wedlock. Kept because of the mother's religious background and father's desire to have a son. A perfectly healthy baby, with his first nine months passing by without trouble. But whether it be a cruel twist of fate or a blessing in disguise, his parents had been in a terrible accident. Both sent to the hospital and were treated quickly, which lead to them being comatose. Instead taken care of by an Uncle and Aunt, an energetic and loving duo that any kid should appreciate. And he did. Learning much of this later on in life through incidental eavesdropping, he didn't feel particularly sad when he visited his parents on the weekends.

Growing up to be highly optimistic and humble, rarely complaining and doing whatever he could to smile and make friends. Living in an upper-middle class household as an only child, if you didn't count the 'fur babies'. Two male golden retrievers named Ringo and Banjo. His early childhood funded a private school from a good trauma insurance policy, along with his comfortably retired folks. It was a fairly privileged lifestyle, not that everything was easy. As he found public schooling difficult, as he had an arguably average intelligence and got picked often for acting like an airhead and being so naive. His hobbies were varied, since he was always trying new things. Including manga and anime being his guilty pleasures that he hid from others. Privately discussing them in forums with many English speakers, which caused him to study and learn the language.

One thing he was actually talented at and stuck to was Tennis. Fast on his feet and nearly ambidextrous with the racket, it garnered him several completely separate circles of friends. At 19, he had many friends on the web and on the court. Allowed to try to become a professional player by his folks. His life in isolation seemed to be going fairly swell...then he took a rapidly approaching tennis ball straight into his forehead. Blacking out and waking up in another reality...

Moves:

* Swagger: Confuses opponents and raises their normal attack.
* Wrap: Binds opponents like a constrictor and does damage while opponent is constricted.

Health: Full
Status: Hungry
Ability: (Shed Skin) May heal itself from status conditions by shedding its skin.
Inventory: Nothing
Quest: Make friends and get along despite his intimidating voice and appearance.

[User]
Moves:
- Scratch
- Growl
-???

Health: Full Health

Status: A bit groggy

Ability: Blaze (increases fire-type moves when severely damaged)

Quest: To make the first guild in this pokemon-only, yet guildess world.

---

 Trevor took a little while to wake up, however, once he did, he immediately noticed the fiery sensation, and he kinda chuckled to himself. Trevor put two and two together, and while everyone else was talking, or trying to get Nathan to wake up, Trevor focused on trying to breathe a few small embers that he could use as an attack. He... kept trying this for a while, knowing that he was a fire type, and knowing that this HAD to be him finally being capable of using a damaging fire-type move, right? I can't believe I'm level nine, already... I mean, I didn't really DO much, but sure! I'll take it! Trevor thought as he kept trying to literally spit fire on the burnt-out campfire... if he could actually do it, they wouldn't NEED to keep the fire going, they'd just need him to use ember on it, again, and, better yet, it would give Trevor a move he could use against ghost types, which, apparently, those weird dust-zombie pokemon were. After a while of practicing shooting flames at the campfire, Trevor walked up to the cave's entrance, and he looked off in the distance... while still trying to breathe fire, and he noticed that orange glow. Huh... is that What Lance was talking about, earlier? Well, either way, it got brighter... maybe we SHOULD go there, this time, instead of just running back here. Trevor thought as he again, continued to practice breathing fire. Eventually, he found the time to say "Alright, everyone, it doesn't look like the cave situation is getting any better... I think we should ALL head out, and try to find that light. Does that sound good? I mean... it's kind of a gamble, but we can't exactly afford to just stay here forever, right?" Trevor hoped that his teammates agreed with him, since otherwise, something bad might happen to them while his group was away, again.

[Assistant]
When he woke up Nathan felt oddly comfortable in his little dirt sleepingbag and wanted to keep laying in the ground for a lot longer. He knew however that wasn't an option and with some effort, both due to him feeling somewhat stiff and due to his urge to stay there, got up.

Trevor was talking about heading towards a light. "Sounds good to me, but first I think I need to figure out how to attach my self to a tree like normal Seedot. I'm feeling somewhat stiff and can't help but wonder if it's due to a lack of whatever I get that way."

After he finished talking he looked around and noticed everyone was bigger than yesterday. "Guess we grow very fast at this age." Just in case his stiffness was due to something else he tried doing some stretches while also peeking out the cave entrance in an attempt to spot any low tree branches.

Moves:
Bide
Health: Full health.
Status: Feeling somewhat stiff.
Ability: Early Bird
Quest: To get his hands back and learn more about this world and how and why he got there.

[User]
Lance
Moves:
-Scratch
-
-
-
Health: Full Health
Status: None
Ability: Defiant (Raises Attack when a stat is lowered)
Inventory: Empty
Quest:
-Find a way to get back home.
-Investigate the light.

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 As he awoke, Lance's eyes very quickly adjusted to the darkness of the cave. It seemed that this new body of his was suited to the dark. As he stood up, he noticed that he'd also noticeably grown since last night, though he was still much smaller than he would be as a human. As he looked around the cave, he saw that some of the others had already woken up.

 As he made his way past the dying fire and over to the cave's entrance, he saw the same light that he'd seen the night before, though it was now clearly visible. It seemed that Trevor saw it as well, and suggested that the group head out to investigate. Lance nodded. "I have no intention of continuing to wait here."

 As he looked down, he noticed their first roadblock. It seemed that there was some flooding, as there was now a large pond between them and the forest. He could barely swim as a human, and attempting to do so in this body would be difficult, if not impossible. "I'm not sure if that's shallow enough to wade through, and I'm not taking any chances. Celina and Vi, would you mind scouting ahead while we figure out a way to get across?" They seemed to be in an area with a lot of hills and cliffs. It may not be possible to simply go around.

[Assistant]
Moves:
Growl
Psywave

Health:
Full Health

Status:
Physically fine
Mentally elated and curious.

Ability:
Levitate - ground type moves are ineffective against this pokemon.

Inventory:
N/A

Quest:
Scare some bitches and take their souls. Maybe discover the history of this world.

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Vi 'woke' with a mild grumble, having wished to sleep for a bit longer. Urgh. Not only was it morning to fast, it felt like she had also woken up on the wrong side of it. The Misdreavus hovered a few feet from the ground, eyes half closed as she glared at the offending pokemon who were talking loudly. Her entire body felt like it was in an irritable mood. As though she wanted to sucker punch the first thing she saw. At the same time, logically speaking, this was quite the odd feeling. Hmm...maybe she just needed to eat something. But if her assumptions after 'feeding' on the fear and confusion of the others the previous night, that might be somewhat difficult.

Well, best to give this a shot, then.

It was going to be slightly mean, but she needed to confirm this as a fact.

Silently fluttering over to Celina as she was still asleep, Vi hovered just behind her, opened her mouth and -

"SCRRRRRREEEE"

A loud screech pierced the air, probably startling more than just the sleeping Celina.

[User]
Celina

Moves:
:-Peck
-Growl
Health: Full health
Status: Slightly tired, waking up
Ability: Natural Cure
Quest: Get back home or help as much people as possible in this world

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After a night sleep, Celina felt better... well.. better.. until she heard a large screeshing noise right next to her. She jumps up and suddenly flutters upwards, actually hitting the cave wall. "Ouch!" she says, breathing rapidly before and then looking around. "W.. what going on!? Who.. what" She says, confused before looking straight at Vi, and remembering yesterday... so.. all this was not just a crazy dream she guessed. She just breath deeply and fly down, before seeing that she grown a bit and her wings seemed fluffier now. Well, that was a good thing at least. She then heard what the others said and just try to wake up. "R.. right..." she says, looking outside and seeing the lake. We do need to go and take care of getting material and looking around." I.. I will go." she says before going and trying to fly a bit, trying to get use to her body and trying to see from a distance if anything interesting could be seen. She would need to be careful, that is for sure.... she didn't know what she would end up seeing. After a bit of getting used to flying she tried to fly to check around the mountain a bit to see any way for the group to pass.

[Assistant]
Ravi
Moves:
* Swagger: Confuses opponents and raises their normal attack.
* Wrap: Binds opponents like a constrictor and does damage while opponent is constricted.

Health: Full
Status: Well Rested
Ability: (Shed Skin) May heal itself from status conditions by shedding its skin.
Inventory: None
Quest: Make friends and get along despite his intimidating voice and appearance.

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 Ravi's body squirmed like a sugar rush. But he'd argue that he was merely high on life! That thought followed an internal pity laugh to sympathize with his own pun. Intensely gazing and grinning while frenetically swaying like he was fascinated by the flickering flame. Maybe it was odd, but nothing felt out of the ordinary for him any longer. Likely sharing similar feelings of how strange their behavior was, assuming it was due to having slept unlike the rest. Though his mind still needed the snooze button for another minute — and the next minute after that. He couldn't fathom shutting down when he just wanted to dance to the rhythm of the storm.

 Unaware that his heightened instincts were as pervasive as the falling rain, as he was unconsciously soaking up all this information that weighed on his psyche. How the hell was he getting back? How the hell was he going to survive? How the hell could such small things measure up to such an enormous-feeling world? These questions would drown him far faster than a flooded cave. This life was like a game and he needed to learn the basics in order to play. Oblivious to the reason why he was struggling to suggest a simple theory. In reality, he was mentally exhausted from leaving nothing to random chance. From his previous desire to wrap around the tree, to his bizarre movement now, he was practicing the moves that he wasn't even aware of. Fortunately his swagger had no intended target, so nobody began smashing their heads into the cavern walls. Instead training himself to be unafraid of the ongoing weather, since a single cold drop had previously sent literal and figurative shivers down his spine. Wait, do snakes have — nevermind.

 So despite the deafening sounds that surrounded them, Ravi was all...ears? Anticipating a shining proposal that became a seemingly unanimous agreement for lights out. Responding with a stunned expression and an awkward silence as he watched and processed everyone else getting comfortable, before his mind contorted to reach a pleasant realization. "Oh...more sleep is good too! Yep, that's probably a good idea!" Smiling again as he prepared a dirt bed and closed his eyes. And now was when his mind decided he'd have plenty of thoughts to spare and he'd dwell on them for the rest of the night. "The early bird catches the worm! I just hope I can catch the bird...not that I'd eat the bird. Not saying that they don't taste good...would saying someone tastes good be a compliment or creepy?"

---

 Thankfully still able to get some sleep as his slumber was abruptly interrupted by Vi's growl. Not reacting spooked, just lazily opening his eyes and wiggling his tongue out. Immediately igniting his curiously as he confirmed with his tongue touching his teeth that they'd grown into an overbite. Had he undergone a growth spurt? Carefully inspecting himself before looking over at his team members that were already awake, or were likely to be woken in the same way he'd been. It seemed they'd all grown from yesterday, which made him happy, since that only made them more capable.

 Ravi slithered up to the others peering at the edge of the cave to notice the 'lake'. He uttered aloud, speaking to nobody in particular. "Hmm...it's likely the rain will outlast the fire at this rate. Not that that's such a bad thing." Such an obvious lie probably didn't do anyone favors, but he kept on smiling. Using a jubilant energy in his voice when seeing Celina flutter up to fly outside. "Good luck Celina! Be safe! Don't fly too low and get snatched up!"

 In hindsight, she probably could've done without the latter sentence. But he couldn't help imagining a snake pokemon like him leaping into the air for a feathered snack to tickle the taste buds. No, he wasn't thinking about eating a team member or even another pokemon. That idea made him nauseous. Maybe just a little nibble...not like that! More like a teething puppy desperate for something to chew on, just to rid himself of the urging sensation to bite. Doing his best to keep himself restrained from doing anything else to disturb anyone further. He'd apologize when the Swablu returned for being insensitive.


[System]
Age:
22

Appearance:
Jay is five-foot-eleven. Her lean form is set off by layers of buckles and straps for a growing number of firearms that fold into nondescript chunks of metal. She keeps her purple-black hair in a tight low bun, and a pair of goggles sits on the crown of her head. Her right arm is cybernetic, and a good portion of her body is tattooed.

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Personality:
Jay is a mercenary, and her personality reflects that. She is detached and professional, and she doesn't bond easily. However, with the few people she lets in, she is warm, loyal, and compassionate.

Bio:
Jay doesn't have a particularly traumatizing backstory. She had a decent childhood, but with an absent father and a busy mother, she took up various jobs to help keep her four younger siblings fed and clothed. She discovered a natural talent for bodyguarding in her quick aim and unwavering trigger finger, so she capitalized on it until she built a decent reputation.
A few years back, Jay was arrested (again) for carrying a firearm. A young boy who introduced himself as "Waylan" occupied the cell next to her, and when his cell wall blew outward, hers did as well. Jay decided that she owed the boy a debt, so she works for him whenever he calls.

Other:
⁍ Jay works decently as a sniper, but her split-second reflexes make for a deadly combatant in closer quarters.
⁍ She is looking to replace her arm with some sort of folding-gun-weapon.
⁍ Although Jay's current loyalty lies with Waylan, she has worked for each of the main gangs at some point and has connections of varying strengths in each.
⁍ She's stupidly lucky when playing roulette, and she has survived three games of Russian roulette. She's not eager to make it a fourth.
⁍ Likes: beauty in strange places, pastries, music, balance
⁍ Dislikes: blindness, sour food, absence, starfish

[User]
Dyomi City 11:00 Am

 Dyomi city was quite busy even at eleven AM shops of various kinds were opening and the merchants were taking their morning strolls it was a picture perfect morning. If you lived on the north side meanwhile in the city the gangs were organizing their way to loot tourists and guide people to the dens that they owned. Now most of the gangs dens were out in the open , usually the gambling dens and brothels the only crime was it you were caught counting cards though gangs would take care of you before the police did it you were caught doing that. Though the city has its faults the inhabitants are a proud people once again welcome to the city of Dyomi.

A young man walked the streets of the slate taking out a matchbox as he did fishing out a paper cylinder as well. Lighting the match the young man held it up to the cylinder which now had one end held securely by his mouth. After making sure the cylinder which around Dyomi was called a Bushel usually holding the illegal drug known as Parem, the young man promptly took a puff which it anyone could see him would notice that the puff caused his whole body to suddenly relax. Pulling his coat tighter around him as he smoked the Bushel some more the young man ran a hand through his hair as he avoided some men with a tattoo of a black Gull with white tipped wings. This tattoo identified them as part of the gang known as The RazorGulls a gang which he wasn't on the best of terms with. " Hello Waylan beautiful winter day isn't it? " a cheerful man called out as he set up a shop  "Quite if you call freezing cold beautiful"  Waylan called back smiling as he took another puff of his Bushel.

Waylan sighed softly watching the smoke tumble out of his lips as he walked he wasn't particularly happy about who he was meeting but a job was a job and a job from Jonathon Morris wasn't one you refused easily. Smirking when he got to the building, a large green one among the usual brick with a Lion across the left wall. After smoking the rest of his Bushel Waylan walked inside the building and took the steps up to Jonathon Moriss's room or "office" as he called it. Waylan hadn't been dealing with the DimeLions for long but they payed good even if they held an air of superiority as if they weren't just some street gang from the Slate , but today they needed a demolitions expert and Waylan as the best there is. At least the best there is in the Slate he mused a wry smile coming across his face as he entered the "office".

 " Waylan so glad you could come" Jonathon said with a shark-like grin, one that never reached his eyes. Waylan just looked at the man and lit another Bushel " You said you had a job? " he asked taking a puff, usually when he had dealings with the DimeLions Waylan liked to keep them short. Jonathon nodded " Yes I do I would like you to accompany some of my men as they break into a merchants house , there is a tunnel into the house and we need someone to blow up the wall blocking it. ". Waylan nodded and thought about it as he puffed his Bushel  " How much will I be paid? " Jonathon smiled  " Fourty Kruge". Waylan blew out some smoke Fourty Kruge , the currency of Dyomi was good money it could buy Waylan a bed for tonight and some food for dinner and the morning.  " ok I'll take the job what time and what day do I need to be there? " he asked. Jonathon smiled and rapped his knuckles across the desk  " Tonight at twelve AM". Waylan nodded then left the DimeLions bulding.

[Assistant]
A young woman walks along a back alley, hoping to avoid the men with tattoos of a black gull with white-tipped wings. She sighs softly as they pass by her, and slips into the morning crowds of the slate. To hide her face, she pulls the hood of her coat up, inconspicuous in the cold. She passes a brick building with a lion gracing the left side, and pauses for a moment, before she ducks into a tavern beside it. She sits at the counter, tossing her hood back. The bartender grins when he recognizes her. "Good morning. A room, if you please." The woman's light accent distracted anyone watching from where the golden coins had come from, until she slid them onto the counter.

When she had settled down in her usual room, she takes out a wrinkled piece of paper. Her likeness was on it, alongside big black letters: WANTED- Lost Daughter of a rich and prominent Mavikan merchant. In small letters under her picture: Fedosia Markov. Fedosia lights a match and uses the paper to light the fireplace. She cleans up and leaves, keeping her hood up until she reaches the northern area of the city.

[User]
A plain door in a dead-end alley. A closed speakeasy door set at eye-level is the only feature, but such hatches are commonplace nowadays. The main door opens, and a hooded figure steps out. They lean against the brickwork and cross their arms with a quiet groan. A few minutes pass, and the hood comes down so that Jay can adjust one of her shoulder straps from its spot on a newer tattoo. Satisfied, she pulls back up the hood and waits.

These jobs are usually quiet, and she's not expecting anything different from this one. A few hours of protection, an unspecified "business" exchange, and she'd be paid decently. Easy enough. The only thing that worried her was the time that her employer had insisted on. Eleven in the morning seemed risky, for a couple reasons. For one, broad fucking daylight doesn't discourage prying eyes. For another, lunchtime means more movement on the streets, which means more eyes. She doesn't like eyes, but her employer didn't hire her to worry, so she peels her own open and scans the alley.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Unlike the majority of Hunters that dwell the broken world of Remnant, Gratia wields two, separate and completely distinct weapons due to her poverty, which has prevented her from obtaining more advanced weaponry. She wields a dull, grey mameluke sabre named Valens, furnished simply with the imprint of her emblem on its hilt. It is utilised alongside her other weapon, an automatic carbine named Valentinian, black and silver and also light enough to be used with one hand.

She also owns an SUV that she acquired from a mafia family after a mission.

Specialty: Capable of dealing with enemies both in close combat and mid-range, Gratia's role on Team VGNB (Vignoble) is to draw the attention of Grimm as she cuts swathes through their ranks in her berserk rage. As such, she is quite the durable warrior, and if time passes, she will only grow stronger as her semblance drains away at the energies of her enemies, making her perfect for her position as the 'tank' of the team.

Semblance: Bibere Vinum - Gratia's lust for battle and power is translated into a semblance that allows her to drain the aura of others in the area in order to strengthen her own physical abilities. In particular, her speed, strength, and endurance. The effects compound over time, and thus while they aren't too noticeable in the first few minutes of combat, the longer one fights her and the closer they are in proximity, the stronger Gratia gets.

Following her conversation with her mother on what it meant to be a Huntress and what she meant to those close to her, Gratia's semblance metamorphosed into a new form, gaining an additional ability based upon her existing powers. Her ability to detect and sometimes recognise other lifeforms in the area has become more powerful, allowing her to inject a tiny portion of her own aura into people upon contact, creating a connection between her and her victim that allows her to track and identify them no matter where they go, and will not be broken unless either of them are dead, or if Gratia wishes it to end. It also provides her basic information on the victim's status, such as their health, mood and general condition.

Personality: At first glance, Gratia appears to be quite a solemn figure, impassive and quiet in the majority of situations. Restraint seems to come easily to her, and there is an aura of professionalism that permeates her every action. It would be obvious, then, to assume that she is a rather serious person, one who devotes her very being to work and believes that everything else is a waste of time. In actuality, this is mostly inaccurate. When she speaks it is generally to insult others, particularly her aggravating teammate Napoli, and her speech is peppered with gratuitous swearing.

She is extremely sarcastic and is quick to point out when a situation does not strike her as favourable. She is also rather arrogant and has a haughty sense of pride that dictates her actions. If someone starts annoying her, her impassive aura is quick to drop and Gratia will instead begin with a spewing out insults. However, she is not entirely horrible, being actually fairly kind to those who she deems as respect worthy and more importantly, not annoying. While she is quiet still, she is more than willing to offer them a helping hand on assignments and other problems.

In addition, Gratia possesses a strong sense of loyalty to her loved ones. If you piss her off or take advantage of her friends she will make your life a living hell. Of course, do what you want to her annoying teammates, especially Napoli, she'll only save them at the last minute when they're about to die. And you're not allowed to kill them. She gets to when they screw up.

When in combat, her normally solemn personality completely disappears, replaced by a crazed bloodlust that seems to consume her entire being (and probably those poor Grimm that she'll murder). In this state, it can be quite surprising to listen to her cackle loudly like a hyena as she terrorises her enemies.

Color: Chartreuse Green (66CD00)

Emblem: Gratia's emblem has a certain religious flair to it, with a solid sabre sitting upon a champagne bottle, which is a chartreuse green to contrast the black and grey of the sabre and background.

Appearance:

Source | NarayanK's Interpretation

Standing at a height of one point seven five metres, Gratia is relatively tall for most girls her age, a trait that is magnified by her rock solid posture. With long, flowing brown-black hair, onyx eyes and a well-defined face (though usually seen bland or scowling), and an athletic build, she can be described as rather attractive (though her compatriot-in-arms would argue the opposite), but few dare comment on her appearance in case she takes offence.

Due to her status as a student from Haven, she dons the snazzy uniform of her "beloved" school when attending class, completely unmodified and always super tidy (it comes at a surprise that to many that she is willing to wear the skirt). When outside of class however, she can always be seen with her signature black turtleneck, brown jeans and her green winter coat, which she is highly possessive of (and possibly willing to murder for, though that's a rumour). As a music aficionado, she frequently wears headphones in order to enjoy her smooth jazz and drown out the incessant chatter of her fellows and her teammates in particular.
Name: Galla Mindaro
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Steel Construction I-Beam (W18X40)

Specialty: Without needing the use of a semblance, Galla Mindaro possesses a ridiculously immense amount of physical strength, capable of carrying even the heaviest of construction materials with ease. As such, her lightest blows can easily hit as hard as a freight train, sending her targets flying with little effort on her part. Similar to her more infamous older sister, she is incredibly durable, her numerous years of acting as Gratia's training partner having developed her defenses dramatically.

Semblance: Nemo Curat - Galla's apathy and sense of detachment from the world has been translated into a semblance that allows her to essentially detach a part of her own self, preventing it from interacting with the outside world. She can only induce this state in one thing at a time, and if she wishes to stop another part of her self from being observed by reality, she has to first reattach the originally detached part. An example of her semblance in use would be detaching her scent, thereby preventing anybody from smelling her.

Personality: The younger Mindaro sibling possesses a quiet and stoic demeanour, staying impassive in the face of any situation to the extent that one could easily mistake her for a stone statue. Restraint marks her every action, with each lifeless movement utterly lacking in any form of energy or emotion. To Galla, the rest of the world simply isn't important at all, and it is through this lens of utter apathy that she engages with life.

So great is her sense of detachment that absolutely nothing is capable of fazing her. Everything is met with the same bland air, as if there was a distant chasm between her and the rest of the world. She cannot bring herself to care for it, finding little that can stimulate her dulled emotions into responding. At times, it appears as if Galla lacks a presence beyond simply 'existing', seeming more akin to a cardboard cutout than an actual human.

She doesn't see it as a problem in any way.

However, that is not to say that Galla Mindaro is simply an emotionless mannequin that is utterly incapable of being human. The truth is actually the opposite; the younger of the Mindaro sisters is surprisingly empathetic, capable of understanding the feelings, motivations and experiences of other people to a great extent. It does not change her utter lack of interest and care for them, but if the whim were to come to her, she could interact with others with little difficulty.

It is because of this that, despite her eerie detachment, Galla possesses a bond with her family. Although she rarely shows any sign of concern for them, the younger Mindaro acknowledges her parents in their entirety, and it is evident that she respects her older sister in some fashion. She is also not devoid of friends, being able to, even in her bland and uncaring manner, work amicably with a number of her classmates. Whether or not she is a good friend is debatable, especially when she does not exactly care too much for them.

She is also highly observant of her surroundings, whether they be social cues, appearances or the shape of the world. Information is immediately captured and stored in her photographic memory, although much of it fails to affect her in any manner. She holds few opinions on them, but there are times when she does judge, usually through an arbitrary rating system. When taking action, there are also moments where she may seem rather excessive, unaware of whether or not something may be too much.

Galla may or may not have a sense of humour. It's extremely hard to tell.

Color: Chartreuse Yellow (DFFF00)

Emblem: Galla's emblem has traces of religious iconography, with a pitch-black profile of a rooster, one of the holiest animals of the Mistralese Church, imprinted upon a champagne bottle of chartreuse yellow, its brightness a contrast to the colour of the bird.

Appearance:

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[User] "You moron." Scornfully Ebon walked away with his scroll out. A few seconds later a rocket locker came crashing in and Ebon nonchalantly strapped the Kingdom to his arm. "You idiots and your stupid pride. I don't even need to read your minds to know that your egos are the only problems here." The Kingdom opened up and one Midnight Eye and one Claw R-Type flew out. Together they went over the cliff and down into the water. Ebon just stood on the edge focusing his concentration on his two little ships. If he was closer he could send out even more, but if he had to search the entire lake then two was all he could manage. The Midnight Eye would help him spot the daggers or other dangers while it was the Claw's job to actually get the daggers if he finds them. Ebon quickly noted the other swimmers but ignored them. He wasn't close enough to use his telepathy on them as he was having a hard enough time trying to maintain the link between his R-types. "Aren't you suppose to be at a party? Or is everyone a no show?"

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode - Dorms ===> Airdocks
Sapphire gave a knowing smile to Abel. "Yeah... my power..." She rather liked the effect it had on other people. She normally didn't explain the intricacies of it's workings to anyone but the knowledge that she could be anywhere and they might not be able to notice her usually unnerved most people. It wasn't exactly the ability to shoot lighting out of the sky but for a girl like Sapphire who preferred keeping to the shadows it was the perfect disguise. It was also rather interesting to see the pretenses that people dropped within themselves when they thought they were alone. Sometimes that was the only time you got a glimpse of the real person.

Though what Abel said about Shiro struck a cord with Sapphire. There was one thing that Sapphire could think of that Shiro had lost over the edges of the Beacon cliffs that he could possibly be going through the effort to retrieve. However after her outburst on the airship and her generally rough treatment of him Sapphire didn't see how Shiro could care about her mother's prized work. Besides, the chances of retrieving them in a lake that size which was also no doubt infested with Grimm was ludicrously small.

Discounting the possibility that Shiro would be that foolish Sapphire decided that it was time to go. Gren had voiced intentions to throw some sort of night on the town for his friends and anyone else that wished to join. While he hadn't exactly specifically referred to her Sapphire thought she could assume that she was invited. Otherwise she'd simply return to Beacon. Besides a night out on the town might be fun. There was usually something to beat up in the dark nights of Vale.

Deciding to done something more casual Sapphire dressed in ripped black jeans with a studded belt, a black tank top that hugged her figure, and black converse hightops. She tied the scabbards of the school daggers onto her forearms and hitched the holsters for her disassembled polearm to her lower back as always not really caring that Abel was in the same room. She went into the bathroom and applied a bit of eyeliner. Just enough to give her that "don't mess with me look" before she left the dorms.

Sapphire didn't know exactly where Gren would be but since the party was to take place in Vale she could assume that he would appear at the airdocks sooner or later. She wasn't disappointed either. Gren was waiting a little off the airdocks along with someone who Sapphire thought was named Ebon. She'd never been formally introduced.

Sapphire strode up to Gren. "How many people did you expect to show up to this?" she asked wondering how long they might be waiting.

[User]
Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms

"Venetia."

The curt, toneless greeting was Gratia Mindaro's only response to her team leader's entry into their shared dormitory. She was utterly unphased by the sudden interruption of her experiment; this was the other girl's room as well, after all, and it wasn't at all strange for Vega to want to return to said room after the end of classes. Probably to drop off shit or the like. Not that it was her business to pry; whatever the fuck her leader wanted to do was completely worthless information to her.

"This is Beryl Harken," she added, almost as if it was a sidenote, although her emotionless tone made it difficult to decipher whether or not she actually felt that the tidbit was worthy of such a description or not. "Otter. Swordswoman and whip-user. Likely close to mid-range combatant."

She had, after leading the newest member of VGNB to the dorms, made sure to read up on Beryl Harken's publicly-available record in the same manner as she had with Cian Kuze earlier in the day. The Mistralese girl's suspicions that the Faunus was an experienced sword-user had been confirmed by what she had read off the files, but the whip speciality was not something she had expected despite the obviously modularity of the weapon she saw. Disregarding her inability to predict that Beryl was a less-than-orthodox fighter, the information upon the otter's combat capabilities had been highly elucidating. It was important and essential information that needed to be remembered.

And Venetia, as usual, hadn't fucking checked up on it.

"We'll have to reformulate our tactics," said Gratia. "Relying on shit like Nuit fUckInG oVEr THe eNemY from above won't work anymore, unless Harken here's got some aerial bullshit or something."


[System]
Definitely not Atalanta from F/GO
Pretend that the bird in the background is an owl, because Olas would get sad if you call him an eagle.
Weapon: Bow and Arrows
Combat Orientation: Balanced

Element:
Primary:
Given by GM. Your character will have significantly higher resistance to these elements, and the aptitude to learn spell/ skills of these elements
Wind - The ever-changing and ever-shifting element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on speed. Has many utility and attack skill and spell.

Secondary:

Darkness - Having an all-consuming property, it can absorb and/or negate other's skills and defenses. Though it has many utility spells and skills, there are not many that involves direct attacking.
Nature - The ever-steady and ever-reliable element. Whilst most other elements are rather generalist, this element is specialized for characters with a focus on defense. Has many defensive, healing, and support skill and spell.

Skills:
Innate:
- Weapon Summon: The ability to materialize your weapon of choice at will
- Superior Dexterity: Your character starts with increased accuracy and skill with weapon handling, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats
- Superior Strength: Your character starts with increased muscle power, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats
- Blessing of the Forest King: When outside of battle, the energy "Olas of the Forest" exudes will repair the damages done to your physical body. Greater wounds take longer to heal, but anything short of missing limbs and/or organs should heal given enough time.

 Tier 1:
- Superior Agility: Your character starts with increased flexibility and maneuverability, and has higher aptitude in increasing this stats
- Target Definition: Once Gael spots a target, she is able to track it through obstacles such as darkness, magic barriers or invisibility. They are represented as sillouttes with white lines to track their movement since they were last seen. Wears off if Gael does not continue to track their movements.

[User]
The Seeker reluctantly followed the skeletal being. He who was their enemy. Their efforts to escape the darkness had been replaced with the desire to kill the darkness, this darkness took the form of some sort of astral skeletal being. Unfortunately for the seeker the being was much more powerful than they had imagined. With a quick turn of events, the seeker was lead to a grand place where the skeletal being sat with another seemingly deific being, they knew within their heart just who these two beings were. He felt as if he knew who they were but he struggled to come up with a specific name for them, he lingered in his thoughts. Releasing his focus on what was happening around him and dived into his mind. It was the first time he had a moment to think about things and for some reason his mind kept coming back to a name.

This name, 'his name, had not just appeared. It appeared moments after trying to save someone, but everything was moving so fast...nothing like his time in the abyss. In the abyss, events happened but he could never discern the order in which they happened but in this world of light things happened one at a time and then they moved on. How am I supposed to register all of this? he stood looking at the two in the gazebo. Let's go over what happened...His mind spoke clear to him while the sounds around him drowned into a muffled roar.

I was in the darkness. I tried to save someone. I am in the light. My name, I know, is Zeyruun. I attacked-.

He thought process was cut short as it wanted to linger on that last thought. He didnt want to think of anything else at the moment.

Zeyruun...

Zeyruun had a body. It had grown around him, cocooning him in its embrace. He didn't feel like he had time to dwell on his transcendence at that moment, at the time he needed to kill darkness. However, he remembers the event vividly. Bones sprouted out from his being, muscles and sinew latched onto the bones seconds later. Skin encased the new body in its entirety, a dark tan colour. His body felt tall, he felt this was especially true when standing in the beautiful garden with the other abyss dweller whom he tried saving. His body had no hair on the head, but it had hair over his chest...no, it wasn't hair and it wasn't coming from his chest. It was on his chest. A shirt, another peice of clothing hanging on his legs aswell.

It was all very weird and surreal what was happening before him. To his left Zeyruun could see the other one, the one like him, coming into a body of his own, likely he came into a name aswell. He spared a glance at him, Zeyruun felt something towards this one, understanding? Relief? Fellowship? It was hard to fully grasp how he felt but at the very least he didnt feel bad. Zeyruun felt he must have looked the same way as the being beside him when he himself came into his body, surprise and confused followed by an overwhelming sense of familiarity and comfort.

Zeyruun forced himself out of his thoughts and moved to the gazebo a step or two behind the other one. Something told Zeyruun to wait and listen, the other one seemed to speak freely and naturally, but Zeyruun didn't know what to say. He just stood there solid in posture, waiting for the two deific beings to explain things to him.

[Assistant]
Channeling my energy into the shadow-bound being worked; I felt an answering hum vibrate throughout my body. Memories of a story, part of my former knowledge began playing out in my head. It was thrilling at first; finally, I was recovering what should be mine. This was part of what I have forgotten, and it felt right to have it returned to me. However, I was not used to such an overwhelming assault of information, and soon I was screaming, clutching at my head, violently shuddering.

It was as if I were experiencing several vivid dreams – painful nightmares? – all at once, the only reprieve the possibility of falling unconscious. However, I did not faint; the barrage of visions did not allow me to do so and nor did I truly wish to miss this. I gritted my teeth against the pain, enduring. Even when my own flames engulfed me, from within and without, I weathered the agony.

"Oh, this…is," I muttered. I recognized that what I had seen was my world. It was where I belonged. The pain and the flames abated, and I fell to the floor, breath laboured. The air had never tasted sweeter, though the sweat clung to me, uncomfortably sticky. Wait, sweat? I queried myself. Was I not a being of shadow, unaffected by such mundane concerns?

I looked down at myself, and saw the surprising changes. I was not made of darkness, after all. Perhaps I should have realized how odd it was to possess such a distinctly material staff while I myself was such a vague existence. Robes adorned my body, and I blinked at the curved chest and hip area. Female, I recalled. The little glimpse of flesh I saw wrapped around my palms was mocha with an undertone of gray, and somehow, I knew that so was the rest of me. I patted my face, my mouth, my sharp teeth, the short black hair upon my head, and the pair of horns curling forward from it.

"Alnaera! I am Alnaera!" I exclaimed, exhilarated. This was my name. My name. I couldn't have suppressed the beaming smile even had I wanted to.

When I turned to the creature I had released, fires were raging, tall and wide. Within it were piles of unburning scriptures. I identified the entity in front of me as one of the Pillars. It spoke to me, introducing itself, and I nodded in response. "Yes," I stated, unhesitatingly. I did not truly know whether I had mastery over such a being as this, but why refuse its offer? "Who are you to me, then? A servant? A follower? An assistant or an informant?" I queried it in return.

[User]
The nobody's mystery woman seemed shocked at the greeting, even asked if they were not afraid, which... sure made them regret not hightailing it first chance they got. 'Maybe the smile didn't work,' they thought. Said thought stuck for a second. The nobody hadn't stopped to take a moment to ponder it themselves, but... they didn't even know what they looked like. If they even had a face to smile with.

What... what was the nobody?

"Well, I guess it's refreshing to meet someone who does not have a meltdown over a simple 'hello'," were the words to snap the nobody back to reality, or whatever was meant to pass for it. Seems like not bolting was the right choice after all.

'Oh yeah, smooth sailing now,' they briefly thought to themselves as they watched the lady wave her hand. Maybe not knowing the reality of your existence isn't so bad if you can hang out with a total babe like-

Lisami.

It hurt. That name hurt so much. The pain assaulted the nobody as suddenly as it was mentioned, their 'body' freezing stiff for a moment. From an outsider's perspective, nothing too gruesome was happening. However, what it felt like was different. Not only did the pain of memories flooding into the nobody's- no, their name was Cythril. The memories contained it. Cythril's mind. Lisami. Cythril. Goddess. Balance. EndingsOmegaworldVoidfoxspiritpreservethecreationof

Bones snapped into place, the back shot out three different ways, limbs were growing and coiling around themselves, hair shooting out like needles. No screaming. There wasn't a voice left to scream with as their lungs choked on themselves. Ran out of air to breathe outwards. Out of noise to make. Blood started to circulate aggressively through the veins of this newfound body, feeling the heat it lacked finally land through a burning sensation akin to fire and brimstone.

It subsided.

The result of this hellish experience was a man, lying down in the grass. He barely had the time to ponder the ticklish feelings of the moist blades rubbing against his skin. He pushed himself up, looking down at his hands. Unlike before, he could see them with clarity. Not just the hands, but the white sleeves lazily hanging down below them too. Wind brushed against his face, blowing through his hair. A few strands of blurry gray waved themselves in front of his eyes. That breeze did more than just that, though. It brushed against his ears, perched on top of the head rather than to the side. Tickled the fuzz inside. Ruffled the hairs around the back. The last thing of note was the tail swaying gently side-to-side.

That's right. This was his body.

The goddess asked for his name.

"Ah... of course, my name is Cythril, milady."

He stood there, blinking for a brief moment. Then Cythril remembered who she was. He quickly bowed down after that. "D-d'oh, err, I ah, I apologise for my rudeness, I erm, uh, your humble servant is at, d'ah, your service?"

[Assistant]
It was finally time.

My mind raged against its confines to leave this cold place. My body was my own and I could feel the power coursing through me. A fragment of who I once was, was meant to be perhaps? I didn't really care about the distinction.

"Let us fight with tooth and nail then, Val." With the flick of my wrist and an expression of my newfound power I summoned my dagger to my hand. Gazing upon my sole weapon I couldn't help but wonder whose blood they would taste together. "What horrors we must face I'm ready."

[User]
With a touch of Olas' talons, a mark wrote itself upon the shadow's forehead. A sigil of a owl diving from the skies, wings stretched in sharp, sweeping lines shone brightly as powerful funnels of wind whipped up around the Puppet. Wind, undefined, untenable yet with perfect focus carved form and definition into the shadows that the Puppet took for a body. Skin and sinew emerged from below the surface, with a pinkish tint as blood poured into the veins. Oh, and a plenty of green hair that slapped the Puppet's face as the tornado that surrounded it died down.

No, 'it' wasn't the proper pronoun was it? Not anymore, as the shadows left a parting gift of an evanescent memory, a dying scrap that the Puppet now held unto.
"Gael." She said. She repeated the foreign word, now familiar. "Gael, huh."
'Gael' furrowed her brow. "Wait, Gael?! As in gale? Gale Gael?" She looked accusingly toward Olas, trying to find someone to pin the blame for the sheer lack of originality. Then again, he didn't know her before she met him either.

Figures. Maybe her past self (if she had one), had a terrible sense of humor or had terrible luck. The common denominator being 'terrible'. But well, Gael, with all its dramatic irony, was short and simple. She bargained there was some virtue in that. "Gael it is." She said, puffing away strands of hair that still clung to her face.

Gael took note of her body, at first getting weirded out by the amount of sensations that now flowed from the more receptive skin, but merrily spinning about as her mind understood how to tune them out. She was clothed, thankfully, with a tidily sewn short tunic. It was lined with pragmatic straps of leather that gave the clothes sturdiness against duress, studded with stubby tacks that held pouches and rings for clips together. The inside was lined with furs and feathers to help keep warm (which was immediately useful against the wind she could now feel much more sharply), along with a slightly weighted hood. There were basic patterns that seemed like they were kneaded and inscribed by hand, making basic shapes of flowers and geometry. The matching set of breeches had a hole at the back to let her tail, roughly pruned, to waver behind. Whoever made it was clearly an amateur that poured in way too much effort, but Gael at least appreciated the thought. The owl sigil that was imprinted in her boots and fingerless gloves were given especially intense detail, however, with even the details of the feathers stamped out.

Her actual body was thin but toned with muscles, the kind that came not through training, but consistent habit. There were a few minor scratches here and there, perhaps from fights against struggling wildlife, but besides those, Gael's tanned skin was intact. Her hair reached the length of her tunic, or would have, if it was left to flow instead of being tied up in a pragmatic bun. Her pointy ears, attentively twitching, was sitting squarely on top of her head. And the best part - she wasn't missing any limbs! Well, she probably should have expected that, but considering how fast she cut herself with the arrow back in the void, she wasn't leaving any guesses up. Gael pulled and stretched her face, puffing up her cheeks and sticking out her tongue, testing her face's functions. She did find out that eyelids weren't supposed to be pulled out that far, though.

Gael realized the two moons that watched her from above, and beamed back at the owl king. She was pretty impartial at first, especially with her remarkably unremarkable name - but man, she did look pretty sweet with all this gear. "Well, now I certainly look the part, don't I?"


[System]
Age:16

Gender:Male

Race:Human

Weapon: Two long ass chains of around twenty meter that he can wrap up with various dynamites. There are three types of them, one that explodes at his will that can be used actively in combat but has the smallest explosion of all of them, only strong enough to cause first degree burns. The second one has the longest range and medium damage, capable of causing second degree burns. He can't use it as easily in combat because of the long range will cause him to get hit too. The last one does the most damage and has a medium range but can only activate once someone gets in close proximity of it, like three inches away. It also activates on himself and allies after he has set it. He uses the two chains to set them up.

Specialty: (Fighting style, or the sort of role you fit into in combat)
He uses chains combined with his dynamites to set multiple traps around the environment and uses aggressive pressuring close range fighting to set opponents up and get them into his traps. His style is like a chess game that tries to interrupt his opponent or force them in the most uncomfortable positions so that he can do his things unharmed. For example attacking when his opponent is in the middle of making a step or blowing their weapons out of their hands. In close range he doesn't have a weapon but uses his semblance to make his movements more powerful.

Semblance: His semblance is really simple yet incredibly versatile. It makes things stronger. That's it, it can range from making an ally stronger to making his own movement stronger or making an item stronger. He can even use it to make his explosions stronger. Though he can't heal with it, it's literally just making something stronger. Either a movement, a person or an item. Simply because of its versatility he can't make it as strong as someone that has the same but more limited (Like making a punch strong or something) but he can charge for more power.

Personality:
His personality is simple, dedicated. For some reason he wants to be the strongest and he can often be found working hard. Either mentally, meditation, devising tactics or reading books about weapons. Or physically, he is a mildly talented martial artist and often works on how he physically operates. Thus his whole life revolves around how to get stronger. If he isn't doing something that makes him stronger, he is thinking of ways to get stronger.

He literally has no reason for wanting this. He just happens to like fighting and think it's cool and that's literally the only motivation that he has for all of this. There is nothing noble about it, he literally just wants to be strong and that's why he's at Beacon.

In casual times he is often a joker and teases a lot. Easing everyone around him with jokes, often about the opposition and how they're going to slay them. He has strong feelings for the ones close to him but can be a dick if they aren't. Helping them whenever they need help, praising them despite this he will still tease them often. Just in a joking way instead of a trash talking mean way.

He'll often get incredibly jealous when someone is said to be stronger than him, or the strongest of something he is involved in. Making that person his target and downtalking them every chance he has to lure them in a fight and win because of the mistakes they make by being hot-headed. Feeling forced to do that always betrays his low self-esteem. Perhaps the reason he wants to be the strongest is because he feels inferior.

In battle, or even before that he is a trash talker in the worst way. He takes psychological warfare to a whole other level and will go downright too far in intimidating his opponents or telling them why they're going to lose. He has always been able to back it up but everyone around him always says that one day that mouth is going to put him in danger.

Color:Rust

Emblem: A rust crown that symbolizes being the strongest.

Appearance: A black male with black hair and black eyes with an arrogant smirk on his face. He usually wears Hip-Hop type of clothing.

[User]
The Alarm went off and Priscilla immediately woke up. 'RING RING RING' the alarm continued to ring, she stood up seeing the others sleeping but Robert got up. Priscilla quickly ran to the bathroom and stayed there for about an hour, she was taking a shower, doing her hair, girl stuff nothing weird.

Priscilla got out of the bathroom, and grabbed her clothes going back to the bathroom and getting dressed there. Being the only girl she had to actually hide herself somewhere to put on her clothes because she was not going to do that in front of boys!

A few minutes later, she finished walked to the mirror grabbing her lipstick putting it on and brushing her hair. "Done!" and with that Priscilla was the third one to leave her teams room. First Daniel, Robert and then Priscilla. "Wake up, Grey! I will see you in class. she told Greyson and walked to the classroom where the others were. She stood there, now listening to her name and some other girl's name...

"Rayna Bryson vs. Priscilla Montgomery!" What? A fight between some girl that she doesn't know? This will be interesting. Priscilla got a little nervous because she haven't actually fought an actual person before, so this was going to be a little intense. But she never backed down on a fight, so she will give it her best!

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode - Dorm
Sapphire slept fitfully that night, the rain pounding on the windows making its way into her dreams. This was not an uncommon occurrence with Sapphire, she rarely got a truly good rest with a clean mind clear of all imaginings. Usually she was plagued with nightmares.

"Cecily, take Demetra, go hide in Mom's study." A much younger Sapphire said handing there baby sister over to Cecily. "Saph, you don't have to do this. We can stay out of sight till he sobers up." Cecily said looking worried. "He'll take it out on me during tomorrow's training if he doesn't find us. And if he does... For a moment Sapphire looked distant, like she was considering her options. "Better I take it now than we all get it later." Sapphire said somberly. "SAPPHIRE!" Sapphire glanced at the upper floors nervously. "He'll cool down eventually." She shrugged and attempted a smile. "Who knows, maybe he'll buy me something pretty this time. The smile didn't quite meet Sapphire's eyes and both the sisters knew it. "I'm sorry." There was real pain in Cecily's eyes, pain that she couldn't take this responsibility away from Sapphire but both of them knew she wasn't strong enough. She didn't have Sapphire's spirit. "So am I." Sapphire whispered before she turned from her sisters and darted up the stairs. As she got closer to the door to her father's study she moved slower and slower. When she arrived at the door she tentatively raised a hand to knock.

Sapphire sat bolt upright in bed, for a moment she didn't know where she was and on gut tossed the covers aside and pushed her back against the wall to cover her blind spot. In another moment she came back to her senses, she was at Beacon Academy, she had passed the initiation test, today was the first day of classes. Sapphire hopped out of bed, being careful not to put too much weight on her twisted ankle. She was glad the rest of the team was still asleep. She didn't really care to explain her violent awakening to anyone.

It was early, about six in the morning. Sapphire had a habit of waking early even if she desperately wished to sleep in. She decided that she should take a shower before classes. She walked into the bathroom and stripped off her gear which she had slept in. She turned the water to a hot setting that was just above comfortable, and proceeded to wash. When she was finished Sapphire used a comb to brush her hair into an orderly manner before brushing a curtain of it over her right eye. She could see well enough threw it but she liked the way it looked.

Sapphire wrapped herself in a towel and left the bathroom, dragging her cloths with her. She had nearly identical replacements to all of them in her bag aside of course from her jacket and her bandanna. She was about half-way through changing when Gren walked in. She jumped back to conceal herself and was about to say something about entering unannounced except she realized first that Gren was holding a towering plate of pancakes and his eyes moved over the space she occupied as though she was not there. Gren set the pancakes down on a table in the room and went to the bathroom, moments later she heard the sound of water filling a tub.

She'd neglected to disable her semblance last night, it must have been active this entire time and unless she cried out in her sleep none of her teammates would have been aware that she'd even slept in the room that night. No wonder she'd slept so fitfully. Her sleep was always disturbed when her semblance was on.

Sapphire finished dressing herself only putting on one of her combat boots, her ankle was still complaining and unless it became necessary there was no reason for her to aggravate it further.

She took one of the plates and loaded it down with pancakes. She preferred syrup for things like waffles and french toast so rather than pour the sticky substance on her breakfast she instead slathered them with butter and ate them by hand like one would toast. They were delicious, though given that Gren had baked that cake last night she should have expected nothing less.

After she finished her breakfast Sapphire washed her hands of butter and continued to read the book she had picked out last night. It was a fairly juvenile tale about an impoverished slave's flight from his master to a land without slavery. Somewhere in the middle he was discovered to be a lost prince from another land, predictably it ended happily ever after. The story itself was cliche with a fairy tale like quality but Sapphire surprisingly enough enjoyed it immensely, it was a tale of hope, something the azure haired girl had never had a lot of.

At 7 O'Clock the alarms rang waking everyone for breakfast. Sapphire having already eaten continued to read. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Shiro rise and eat. He stopped right before eating and sniffed the air. She smiled while her scent was no doubt lingering in the air her semblance would prevent it from being strong enough for him to identify her position or even that there was another entity in the room. So long as she stay inconspicuous and did nothing to draw attention.

Shiro finished his breakfast and left the room, soon after Abel sleepily got up, he also had a shower, ate and exited the room. Sapphire continued to read until a notice came in on her scroll reporting that her first class of the day was Combat Training and it was mandatory for all first years. Sapphire smiled, if she was lucky this Glynda Goodwitch could teach her a thing or too.

Sapphire deactivated her semblance, it was best she not reveal it to everyone and there weren't really any advantages to walking into class unnoticed. When Sapphire got there she took a seat right at the back so she could view everyone else. She counted a little less than twenty five students. These must be all the first year Beacon students. They would be the ones fighting alongside Sapphire for the rest of her time at Beacon. Though in this case she thought as she listened to Mrs. Goodwitch's speech, they would be fighting against her. Her opponent was Oswald Connolly. Sapphire cursed herself for not paying attention when Ozpin did role call before the Forest Exam. She wouldn't know her opponent till they had taken there places in the stadium.

Knowing she was to perform in the first round Sapphire pulled on and tied her other combat boot. It put pressure on her foot in places that were not comfortable but she could bear. She jumped down into the stadium after the teacher and her aid. The fall put far more shock force pressure on her ankle than Sapphire was expecting. It began to throb painfully but Sapphire had had worse, the ankle she could deal with, her rib on the other hand might prove to be a problem when she had to engage this Oswald in combat.

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Greyson woke up a few minutes after the alarm rang out but he just looked up at the ceiling for a while waiting to fully wake up, unfortunately Greyson wasn't a morning person and as such it took him a while to get up and get going to his usual self. However when Pricilla told him to get up Greyson groaned softly before finally getting off the bed and doing his morning routine of brushing his teeth and changing into his cloths from yesterday making sure to keep his green cloak but he kept it open and looked more or less ragged with a nasty bedhead.

Greyson followed the others into class sitting down getting ready to get more sleep in class until the teacher said that they would be fighting today. That made Greyson grin wondering who he was going to be facing off against and it turned out to be some guy named victor. Greyson had no idea who it was so he decided to take his nap and wait for his turn no doubt he would be called on when it was his turn to fight. So Greyson was going to make sure he listened and wait till Pricilla was going to fight so Greyson could cheer her on...

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Satisfactory? Denial just because of pride isn't going to help this team understand your maps. Is this how she fixed problems when suggested to her? "Fix your art skills. I wouldn't raise that problem if they were 'satisfactory'", he didn't mean to be mean but he was getting annoyed that she just denied him pointing out that her art skills weren't up to par and that the team might have trouble understanding it. "Though you're a good leader. I love how you listen to your members suggestions. Nice job." Last time he saw some guy storm off because this hot chick was chosen leader instead, while he felt that he should have been. Was there a sexism problem on this school? For god's sake. He made sure that he was fully equipped in dynamite before he actually left to jog.

After the jog he tried to still find team Catastrophe yet was never able to find them. Mostly because of.... Yeah, her art skills really weren't satisfactory. He was happy she did respond positively to his suggestion of finding out their abilities. He asked her to hit him up when she did because he wanted to help. His whole style revolved around strategy and tactics, he was sure he could contribute in a way. Besides, he was only fifty percent sure if she was a good leader because his experience with her had been half positive and half negative.

He found out that it was now around the time they should go to class. So that's what he did. He made sure not to reveal his weapons yet, hiding them in his pockets while walking relaxed with both of his hands in there. When he heard the news about sparring sessions, his frown instantly turned into a giant smile. He looked at his team. "Even though we're hurt. Team JRVR is still going to kick ass. We're going to win all the matches with no added injuries. It's ok though, for pride we can say to our opponent's friends that Team Catastrophe's actions were their doing", he said smiling to the team. Trying to get them fired up and confident.


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Friendship Gem Tracker:
Stargaze, the Orphan (played by @Guardian Angel Haruki): ♦♦
Skobeloff, the Trickster (played by @rush99999):
♦♦
Fellwing, the Seer (played by @Vertigo): ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Shieldwing, the Warrior (played by @Digizel): ♦ ♦ ♦

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NPCs:
Pronouns: He/him

Species: Dragon

Age: Bearded Dragon

House: House Tessith

Colour: Royal yellow

Moons: Stone, Liberty

Looks:
- Large curled horns
- Thick scales
- Icy blue eyes with slit pupils
- Long, wrinkled snout with crocodile-like teeth
- Bat-like wings, each tipped with an extra 'claw'
- Clubbed tail
- Bulky body

Description: Soon to be named an Elder dragon and take his place on the Council, Garrock is simultaneously smug about the superiority his age grants him and mournful of his lost youth. He was once a member of a pilgrimage clutch of decent repute called the Dawnfire Clutch, but while the rest of his comrades moved on to form new clutches, Garrock chose to remain solo and has prided himself on his self-sufficiency ever since. He dislikes relying on others to solve his problems, especially those younger than himself, and has been known to have a particularly sharp and cruel tongue when forced to interact with clutches of drakes.

Name: Fogdance

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Dragon

Age: Bearded Dragon

House: House Tessith

Colour: Silver

Moons: Spirit, Stone

Looks:
- Hornless, has two small fins on the side of her head
- Pale grey scales speckled with darker greys
- Large, indigo eyes that always appear somewhat teary
- Short, rounded snout, resembling a sea turtle
- Large wings that form a crescent-moon shape when spread out

Description: While Garrock may state that House Tessith's tenets encourage independence and self-reliance, there are many dragons within the House of Diamond who interpret 'living simply' as being more community-focused. Fogdance is one such dragon; nurturing by nature, she is one of the teachers and caregivers for Tessith's drakes, and has been recognized even by the mentors of House Semscale for her patience and diligence. However, beneath her gentle exterior, there is something frail and somber within the older dragon that many glimpse, but very few truly understand. After all, how can someone surrounded by so much love be so sad?

Name: Alpin

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Brownie

Age: Young Adult

Looks:
- Scrawny, with very thin, pointed features
- Covered in wiry ginger hair
- Outfits often include a hat and a scarf, and favour muted greens and browns colourwise

Description: Alpin is seen as something of the village idiot among the brownies of his island: lovable and ultimately harmless, yes, but with very little sense between his ears. How true this opinion is and how aware Alpin is of his fellow brownie's judgements is up in the air, as while he seems pretty oblivious most of the time, there are moments where he demonstrates a keen perceptiveness and an understanding of things deeper than his peers.

Name: Bartley

Pronouns: They/them

Species: Brownie

Age: Elderly

Looks:
- Chubby
- Beady eyes and large, drooping ears
- Covered in brown hair that is fading to grey
- Wears tiny, half-moon spectacles
- Has a fondness for old shirts and trousers, with very little variation

Description: An older brownie with a love for tinkering and crafting, Bartley prefers the company of one or two friends at a time as opposed to large groups, and likes to keep their hands busy with a project even while in conversation. They have a very short, blunt manner of speaking that can some time come off as rude to those unfamiliar with them, but in truth, Bartley is just shy and not always sure how to best express themselves.

Name: Tamba

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Dragon

Age: Rawscale Drake

House: House Myndoth

Colour: Pastel green

Moons: All

Looks:
- Antler-like horns
- Soft, pastel green scales with splashes of orange and yellow
- Large purple eyes
- Feather tipped wings and tail
- Chubby, rounded body
- Wears round spectacles

Description: For a drake so young, Tamba is considered extremely well-read. She's rarely found outside of Myndoth's libraries, and is capable to memorizing reciting whole passages from the books she studied. However, when it comes to socializing, she's far less adept, and tends to either talk far too much or far too little with no in-between.

Name: Pleexem

Pronouns: He/him

Species: Dragon

Age: Rawscale Drake

House: House Tessith

Colour: Lilac

Moons: All

Looks:
- Gazelle-like horns
- Soft lilac scales with pastel green splotches
- Large bluish-green eyes
- Feather tipped wings and tail

Description: Tamba's twin and current clutchmate, Pleexem makes his sister look like a daredevil by comparison. He's afraid of pretty much everything and everyone, save for Tamba and some older dragons in House Tessith, and is rarely seen without his sister by his side.

Name: Echo

Pronouns: She/her

Species: Elemental (mixed: wood, water and earth)

Age: Unknown

Looks:
- Humanoid torso
- Translucent greenish-brown skin with bioluminescent gold freckles
- Long bluish-green hair resembling leaves of a willow tree
- Eel tail in place of legs

Description: Echo is a very enigmatic being, even by the standards of elementals. She's implied to much older and more powerful than she appears, and like the dryads who tend to the dragons' hatchery, may have access to knowledge beyond. This knowledge is probably why she chose to take care of Stargaze after the drake's egg somehow found its way into her case, and also why she eventually drove the drake away.

Name: Kyte

Pronouns: They/them

Species: Dragon

Age: Winged Drake

House: House Semscale

Colour: Peach

Moons: Liberty, Spirit, Storm, Void

Looks:
- Hornless, with 'winged' ears
- Pale orange scales that fade to pink, like the sky at dawn
- Round, hawk-like golden eyes
- Long, bird-like legs ending in sharp talons
- Small bumps above nose and down their back
- Very thin

Description: Originally belonging to a different pilgrimage clutch, circumstances have lead to Kyte being placed with the younger Tamba and Pleexem. As such, they've taken on an 'older sibling' roll to their new clutchmates, not as a leader but in that they're willing to do whatever it takes to keep their friends safe, even if it puts themself at risk.

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At Stargaze's squeak, the creatures paused in their approach, several of them blinking rapidly while others glanced at their neighbours with an expression resembling confusion. This hesitation gave Fellwing a moment to get a better look at them, and she notices that beneath their rodent-like features, they actually have very fairy-like faces, albeit bloated and distorted. Some of them are also wearing clothes, or at least the ragged remains of clothing.

Her mind flashes back briefly to her vision earlier that day, of Alpin and Bartley, of their conversation about how the other brownies had been acting strangely, of the dark green patches of skin on Bartley's face as they snarled and shouted at their friend. She even notices now that one of these creatures bears a striking similarity Bartley, even wearing the same shirt and shoes they had in her earlier vision. The dots slowly start to connect: these creatures are, or were, brownies, and whatever's happening to the island has horribly affected them, turning them into these feral beings.

This revelation is unsettling, but also good as identifying them allows Fellwing to start going through all the facts she knows about brownies, hoping that something might give an idea about how best to deal with them: first of all, she knows that brownies, like all fairy creatures, are weak to iron. Merely touching it burns their skin, and getting cut even slightly with an iron weapon can lead to horrible injuries or even death. Of course, in their current environment, there are no readily available iron tools or weapons, nor is Fellwing familiar enough with this area to be able to locate any natural iron deposits.

Secondly, and specifically, brownies are notoriously hardworking, particularly when it comes to domestic chores or farm work. If there is a job that needs doing - be it a messy room or the starts of meal - a brownie will often be compelled to do it with very little prompting required. Some dragons, particularly those of Houses Semscale and Myndoth, will hire them to help with the upkeep of their strongholds, and paying them mostly in food, particularly bowls of milk or cream which are their favourite. While they may seem easily pleased, they are also renowned to be easily offended. Upsetting a brownie is generally a bad idea, as they can range from elaborate revenge pranks, to flying into a rage and breaking everything in sight, to simply disappearing without notice and never gracing you with your presence again. The Darkness has likely taking advantage of these severe tantrums to turn them into the vicious creatures the group sees before them. However, this flighty behaviour can also work in the other direction, for as easy as they are to anger, their attention spans can also make them quick to forget. Surely, even in their current state, there should be a way to distract them.

With all this in mind, what will Fellwing and the others do?

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Skobeloff continues his journey unhindered, as it is far easier to find the path without the pixie's constant meddling. However, that same unnatural stillness remains, even seeming heavier than before now that Skobeloff scared off the only other living being besides himself.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to put up with this for long as he soon reaches the hollowed-out tree that forms the old Tessith stronghold. Upon close inspection, it's easy for Skobeloff to see why House Myndoth are eager to claim the building for themselves as it shows a lot of the natural yet mystical aesthetic they favour in their architecture. It will need some expanding and refurbishing, of course, as Tessith buildings tend towards minimalism. Tessith dragons prefer to sleep beneath the stars if the weather allows it, so their strongholds focus on providing shelter from the harsher elements and storing the bear essentials. This may work for the House of Diamond, but not for Myndoth. No, Myndoth will at very least require a decent-sized library to store their centuries worth of knowledge, as well as an observatory for observing and charting the movements of the movements of the stars and moons. They'll likely not want to stop there, either. If the presence of fairy creatures, the strange sand and the presence of a mixed elemental like Echo were any indication, this island was a gold mine of magical resources.

Magical resources that probably won't last long if the Darkness remains here.

Focusing on the front of building, Skobeloff can see that the door is shut and there are no signs of movement within the windows. The same quietness that followed him through the forest is no less present here, and if not for Fellwing's vision, it would easy to assume that there is no one home. What will Skobeloff do now?

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Skobeloff

Knowing that he was about to face the Darkness alone, Skobeloff decided to try and appeal for aid from on high. After taking a brief moment to prepare himself, Skobeloff reached out to the moons above. More specifically, Skobeloff reached out to the Storm Moon and called out an incantation in a mystical tongue known only to dragons. "Meyz fin ven!" These words roughly translated into the common tongue as 'to become the wind'. Skobeloff's intened to use the Storm Moon's connection to the elements to become one with the air, transforming himself into a gust of wind to pass through the halls of the stronghold without fear of being seen or struck by any foul creature that lurked within. All while still being able to carry the gem sand and the pixie dust with him using his breezy form to hold them aloft in the air...

Unfortunately for Skobeloff, the Storm Moon was not feeling very cooperative at that moment.

Skobeloff calls upon the power of the Storm Moon to turn himself into a gust of wind... Snake Eyes.

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As Skobeloff calls upon the Storm Moon, a tingly feeling begins to travel up through his tail and legs towards his wings tip and the top of his skull. His body feels lighter and he begins to lift off the ground as if taking flight, though his wings are still as his sides. In a single breath, he discards all sensation of solidity and becomes one with the air, trickling through the cracks in the stronghold's bark with ease...

And then, the moment he's inside the building, the magic suddenly fizzles out and he falls to the ground with a large thump, a flesh and blood drake once more.

"What in the Isles...?" He hears a slightly startled voice call out. It doesn't sound like Tamba, or the voice of any young drake for that matter. "Hello? Is someone there?" He hears footsteps come from above and raises his head to see a fully-grown pale grey dragon coming down the stairs. Given that she doesn't look familiar, Skobeloff can assume she's one of the Tessith dragons of the party, and seems to be a bearded dragon, though likely quite a bit younger than Garrock given the ease with which she makes her way down the stairs. Indeed, comparing those two dragons seems odd as, despite their similar ages and likely being from the same House, they couldn't be more different: this dragon is smaller, with much softer, rounder features. She'd probably appear quite gentle normally, if not for the fact her eyes are currently wide with concern, and Skobeloff notices a slightly tremble in her limbs as if there is a nervous energy trapped within her, desperate to get out. As she stands over Skobeloff, she keeps glancing between his fallen form and the front door, as if trying to figure out how in the world he was able to get in. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear..." she mutters to herself before finally dressing the drake. "Are you alright, deary? Looks like you took quite a fall." She attempts to help Skobeloff to his feet with one claw, while using the other to brush at the drake's horns and scales as if trying to remove invisible cobwebs. "How'd you even get in? Did you climb through the window? Don't you know how dangerous that is, given that your wings are still developing? Oh dear, oh dear..."