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Age: 33

Specialty: Rogue, Duelist

Origin: Julien is the third son of Dannard Hannadir, a minor nobleman of the city of Ostwick in the Free Marches. The future Grey Warden had a happy childhood, enjoying the privileges that came with having a "Name" and some wealth. Nevertheless, despite his good life the young Julien always yearned to travel and see the world. A yearning that only grew stronger once he realized that as a third son of a minor noble he would have to make his own fortune and name. And that was what Julien did as soon as he came of age. Turning his dueling hobby into a profession the youngest Hannadir earned a reputation by travelling around the Free Marches as a wandering duelist, joining tourneys, guarding caravans, teaching young nobles and even getting conscripted once, in Kirkwall to fight against pirates.

Never staying in one place for too long or creating lasting ties, Julien preferred the life on the road and was preparing to travel for a tourney in Orlais when news reached that his father was deathly ill. Abandoning the travel plans, Julien rushed back to Ostwick. Arriving in time to say his last goodbyes to his father and catch up with his brothers. As expected, he was almost completely left out of his father's will, earning only a small stipend and some small family heirlooms. Not that it bothered him much as he had long since accepted the reality of the situation. After all, the notion that he could not rely on an inheritance was what spurned him on to spend the last decade wandering around the Free Marches. And so departed once again, refusing his brothers' offers to stay with them but parting on good terms.

It was back on the road, a few weeks after leaving Ostwick together with a caravan that Julien had his first contact with the Darkspawn and met the Grey Wardens for the first time. The ensuing battle was fierce and bloody. The caravan guards were outnumbered but managed to hold on long enough for the Grey Wardens tracking that particular band to arrive and save the caravan. Impressed by the fighting prowess of the Wardens and now suddenly aware of the threat posed by the Darkspawn, Julien decided to volunteer for the Order. Managing to survive the Joining and serve with some distinction.

Five years later he was transferred from the Marches to Vigil's Keep in Ferelden, just in time to join the army mustered by King Cailan and head south to Ostagar.

Appearance:

[User]
Kingdom of Ferelden: Somewhere in the south...

If their resources had not been so minimal, she would suggested making something more clever and reliable than using stick and using them like spears. For now, there wasn't much else they could do that wouldn't seem crazy or risky. Wystellia followed Julien downwards toward the lower part of the crest where he began to look for the sort of branch that would be strong enough to pierce a fish but light enough for them to actually use to do so. The man continued to speak as he went to work on the branch he just procured. "Well the sun rose to the left of the village we were in..." She then turned in a circle to see where it was now. "It's rising from over there." She pointed beyond the river.

"Did you know that the sun doesn't really rise in the east, nor does it really set in the west?"

Thanks to the reading she had done in her younger years at The Circle, Wystellia knew that the mannerisms of the sun weren't so cliche and predictable as many might think. "That only happens twice during a normal year. Otherwise the sun will rise either slightly northeast or southeast. It of course depends on the season, as well as where someone is. If we were in The Orlesian Empire, that would also need to be taken into consideration. With the proper tools I could give a more accurate display of where we need to go..." She trailed off as she had bee pacing around the general wooded area for the past minute or two, also in the process of finding her own suitable branch or bit of wood that she could use.

"But I think we head in a general direction and look for a path, it will have to lead us somewhere." Wystellia said. At the moment, they appeared to be moving west which meant they needed to change direction but only slightly. "We need to start going more right...right?" She glanced to him as she planted a foot on a tree's trunk and grabbed hold of a branch and began to try pulling and wiggling to get it to break off. When it finally gave, she stumbled backward but steadied herself before she wound up in the river. Turning to Julien, she handed him what she had managed to find so he could do the honors.

Once their pieces of wood were sharpened, Wystellia and Julien set to work trying to catch some fish. Like Julien, she wasn't too sure of the method but they had little choice. "I'm giving this ten minutes to work, otherwise we're going off and tracking some real food." She told him. They couldn't waste daylight trying to make a meal but at the same time, they couldn't spend time walking only to be without energy when they needed to fight. It was a tricky thin line to walk across. She saw a shadow and threw her makeshift spear at it. It missed and the fish quickly swam off. She reached over and got the spear back without getting her feet too wet. Already, the practice of throwing, missing and then fetching was becoming tiresome and dulle.

"I do have two apples for us to eat, just in case we can't find anything." She mentioned to him as she kept eyeing the river again, despite not being too thrilled about the event of possibly catching a fish and having to skin, cook and eat it. "Since we're gonna be traveling together for...a while, we should probably get to know one another. Back in Ostagar, there wasn't a real formal chance to do so. We have a lot of time now though." She said and glanced over to him. "Do you have any family?" It was likely he didn't. Most people nowadays had lost someone, if not everyone close to them. That was what the Blight would do, take everything wonderful away while dragging survivors down to their knees.

[Assistant]
Kingdom of Ferelden. Somewhere in the south.

 Julien nodded absently as Wystellia explained the intricacies of the Sun. It wasn't like he didn't care, as a general rule Julien often found these little tidbits of information interesting, but he was more worried about sharpening the stick so that they could work on catching dinner than listening to technicalities. As useful as they may prove in the future. And in any case it was not like he would actually absorb the information in any useful way now. Yes, let her worry about that. Julien was too busy wetting his boots to bother with that.

 Well, of course. Heading in a general direction would take them somewhere alright. Julien thought to himself. It's just that following a random path blindly could take them right into the Darkspawn Horde just as it could take them straight to Denerim. "We need to start going more right...right?" Julien repeated with an amused tone. "By the way you were speaking I figured you would use your years of academic studies to pinpoint our exact location in relation to King Cailan's third cousin through his second aunt." He joked as Wystellia handed him the stick. In no time he had already handed the sharpened stick back to the elf.

 Once the two of them were in the river, Julien finally realized that maybe this method of fishing wasn't the best. To be honest the templar that taught him wasn't that good either. And the two of them ended up going to sleep with their bellies empty. But he was digressing and losing focus. Shaking his head slightly he strained his eyes to look for fishes. Ignoring her when she talked about giving up and suppressing a small chuckle when she missed.

 "You will never catch anything if you don't get your feet wet." Julien warned as he narrowly missed a fish with his spear. Thrusting again and again as he tried to catch the fish before it swam out of reach. Almost falling on the river on the process. "A little water won't kill you. Unless there's some facts about elves that I'm unaware." He teased as he gave her a quick glance.

 The question about family kinda caught him by surprise and Julien almost speared his own foot. It's not like he wasn't expecting this conversation. They were travelling together after all. But he figured the 'let's know each other better' talk would come later. Preferably when they weren't busy with anything else. Still, there was no reason to reply:

 "I got family back home in the Marches. Mother, two older brothers, five nephews and six nieces." He said casually as he trained his eyes on an incoming fish. "It has been a while since I've seen them however." He added as he readied himself to spear the fish. "Decided to make my own path and got out of home as soon as I could to be-" Julien paused as he thrusted his spear at the fish. "Caught one!" He announced triumphantly as he raised his improvised weapon out of the river, a still twitching fish impaled on the top. "It looks like we won't go to bed completely starved today." He added with a grin as he unstuck the fish from the spear and laid it on the river bank.

 "Anyway, where was I?" Julien asked as he returned to the river. Because he was damn sure that he could catch at least one more fish to complement their dinner. "Ah yes, I spent most of my adult life as a wandering duelist before joining the Wardens. Never had many chances to stop by and visit them. What about you? Had anyone before going to the Circle?"

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Kingdom of Ferelden: Somewhere in the south...

His joke regarding orienteering themselves to an obscure potential ally make her smirk a little. "Just give me time and we'll get there." She wryly replied to Julien. As they began to take shots at the fish, he mentioned her needing to get her feet wet. She frowned and looked down, not really wanting to walk with wet feet. It just didn't feel right. And maybe it was because she didn't grow up around water and hence, wasn't exposed to it until she took the boat over to The Circle and then later became a Grey Warden, but she didn't trust the stuff. Not when it was out in the open. It could react on its own when it was an ocean or river or waterfall.

Wystellia was nervous and looked upwards at the river, wondering if it would suddenly pick up and wash them miles away.

No, she couldn't think like that.

It was a silly thought and she felt silly for thinking it.

She bent down and took off her boots. "Elves don't mind water." She huffed. "I do." She said as she set them aside and walked closer to the riverbank. Wystellia inched her way into the river and glanced at Julien, hoping he was satisfied with the effort. In her mind, this was wasting time and making her even more hungry. The more energy they expelled, they needed to ensure that it was restored as well. As much as she wanted to chase after a deer and pretend she was back in a forest like her ancestors, they had committed to fishing and they had to see it through now.

When Julien finally indulged her in the topic of conversation, she was surprised to hear the family he had. It was a lot, at least in her mind. As he spoke about his family and how he had been so determined to get out of there, he exclaimed he caught a fish. The mage looked down at the water rushing between her toes and decided she couldn't let him do all the fishing. She began furiously stabbing at the water, trying to get something. Anything. After a few tries, she managed to get a fish by its tail. She bent down and wrestled with it. She stood up and let out a sigh, feeling pretty tired after having dueled with the slippery headache.

"After you left home." She said when Julien wondered where he had left off.

It was unfortunate, to her anyway, that he hadn't gone back to his family. For all she knew, her family was gone, either killed or starved. But she could understand not wanting to go back, as much as it hurt. "Me? I grew up in Denerim in the Alienage there." She said as she made her way out of the river, not feeling as bold as Julien was. One was more than enough to her. "My parents did what they could to get by..." She thought back to the struggles she wasn't supposed to see behind closed doors. She shook her head and tried to pick some of the leaves and murk off of her feet so she could put her boots back on.

Hopefully the sun would dry her feet off somewhat.

"When I showed signs of having magical blood...I was taken away from my family. Part of me hoped I could go back and use my magic to break everyone out but I know now it's...a childish whim." She told him. "Years and years passed, then Duncan came and recruited me and...I did go back to Denerim a few years ago, did some shopping...debated whether or not to see my family." She began to lace up her boots, the very ones she got back in the aforementioned city. "I ended up paying them a visit, my father was older than I had ever imagined, my mother was gone...maybe dead or just gone, no one really told me." She shrugged and stood up and picked her fish back up, it finally having suffocated on dry land.

"Being a Grey Warden takes time, makes you forget yourself sometimes. It's a double edged sword."

[Assistant]
Kingdom of Ferelden. Somewhere in the South

 Julien remained quiet as Wystellia spoke about her time in the Alienage. As much as it would be polite to say something he figured that they weren't close enough for the words to have any real meaning. Plus Wystellia might not be comfortable touching the subject. And as she withdrew from the river Julien turned back to the flowing water. If he could catch just one more fish, he said to himself, just one more and he would get out of the river and dry his boots.

 "Well..."Julien started awkwardly as she finished telling him of her trip to Denerim. "For what is worth I'm sorry for your loss." Now that he could say with sincerity. The duelist knew very well the pain of losing a parent. And though his circumstances were better, if you can truly apply this word to this kind of situation, the sentiment was still there.

 "Just one more things they don't tell when you sign up." He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood at her last commentary. To be frank however, there are lot of things the Grey Wardens don't tell their new recruits. But then again, if the details of the Joining were common knowledge he doubted that many would be willing to join the order. Julien himself, he had to admit, would probably not even think twice about the possibility if he knew that he could die just from the initiation into the order. And if he hadn't joined the order he wouldn't be in this mess.

 Shaking these thoughts out of his head Julien once again tried to focus on the river. He had joined the Wardens on his own free will and there was nothing that he could to change it. Wondering about the past would do no good. And it was with a clear head that he finally managed to spear a second fish.

 "That should be enough." Julien declared as he walked out of the river. "It's not much but should be enough to get us going some more time." He admitted as he shook of his legs on the river banks. "Wanna get a fire going here or do you prefer to look for somewhere else to camp?"


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Race: --UNKNOWN--
Gender: Male
Alignment: Sith
Description:
He hides behind his mask. Forever. It is said that he is cursed, that the mask is in fact his skin. And that he feels every wound more than anyone could ever feel anything. But others claim he is Darth Nihilus reborn. A scar upon the Force.

His personality is pretty straight forward. He understands that cheer ruthelessness would not inspire much loyality among his sentient followers. He values competence, rewards bravery and teaches the young and the foolish. But his punishments are cruel and harsh. Failure at a most basic task without a sufficient explination may lead to a degradation. But become a traitor, and you will wish for dead to come.
Reference:

Home system: Yavin
Fleet:
- Lukrahulk Droid Control Ship "Immortalis" (6)
>> No upgrades or refits

- Providence Class Carrier "Yavin's Pride" (3)
>> No upgrades or refits

- Munificent Frigate "Iridima" (1)
>> No upgrades or refits

Logs:
Start: +10 control points

Personal ship:
- The Grey Hope
- Retrofitted Dynamic-class cruiser

Assets:
>> Professor Serin Medina. Professor starship engineering at Garos IV.

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As Lord Phoenix was in the bridge when the fleet came out of hyperspace he saw the entire fleet begin firing on the republic. They were vastly outnumbered and weren't prepared for this massive assault. He looked over the battle through the hologram that was being projected. He ordered most of his fire power to destroy the Republic flagship. While he sent out fighter escorts with bombers to do damage to various Venators and Acclimators. He kept a large reserve in the hangar that could be called upon when needed.

As the battle raged on a small fleet of Venators came out of hyperspace and he could sense a Jedi on one of them. The Venators easily destroyed some frigates which had strayed too far from the battlefield. He payed little attention to them so long as they weren't a direct threat to the plan and the battle.

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Takisir sighed inwardly, his helmet currently resting on he edge of the hologram-table, one of his hands rubbing at the temples of his head. Without fail, following a string of bad luck at one of the many little gambling dens around Kuat, he had just started to turn his luck around when word of the CiS fleet approaching the Anobis system had reached him, leading to him currently being aboard his personal cruiser, the Stryke, alongside the Victory & 2 Venator Class Star Destroyers en-route to join the battle, which had already started, if the holo-table was accurate.

Scooping up his helmet and keying the com-system he gave the order to prepare for battle, the fleet emerging from hyperspace a few minutes later towards the rear of the main Republic forces. Takisir ordered his Victory & Venator class ships to fill a series of gaps in the Republic battle-line. As for their fighters & bombers, Takisir had them from up around the Stryke, peeling away from the main front of the battle, planning to hunt down stray ships while also doing his best to deter enemy fighters & bombers.

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It seemed another place was under attack by the CIS and of course they were requesting for all available fleets. This was just great, right when Sorie was getting comfortable guarding the wookie homeworld. "Alright boys, get us over to the Anobis system, we have to help some sissies," Sorie ordered, earning a small wave of laughter from her men in the bridge as the fleet jumped to the systems that was besieged by the droids.

After a few minutes, they had gotten there with their two Victory 1 Class-Star Destroyer and two Acclimator class-assult ships. They held a defensive position as they aimed the turbo boasters at the enemy fleet. They would only deploy fighters and bombers as defensive measure. The fleet opened fire on the enemy fleet, planning to destroy some frigates.

[Assistant]
>Anobis System
 >Ominus Private Quarters

Tidus meditated in his private quarters onboard the Ominus as it laid silently in cloak, only metres away from the raging battle. Tidus had only brought the Ominus, two Droidekas as bodyguards and himself. His mind paced over each of the clones, one by one, seeking deep within. Battle Meditation had no affect on robotics as they were not mentally linked to the force and thus could be 'inspired'. However, Clones were still living creatures. Their minds were linked, and so Tidus could effect them. Soon, One by One, Clone troops made small, unnoticeable mistake in their performance and calculations. However these little mistakes often resulted in hellish outcomes, whether for themselves or for their fellow troopers. Soon, the troopers moral began to wither.

That was until he sensed her. A Jedi. Ripe for plucking.

Leaving his Battle Meditation Stance, and taking a moment to removed from prolonged use, the engines of the Ominus fired up and moving through the debris and other cover made his way to her command ship. Still cloaked and heading for the hanger.

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Liona closed her eyes, waiting silently as three remaining destroyers did their best to return fire, but were completely outgunned by the Venators. She could sense something dark approaching, quickly. Too quick to be one of the capitol ships, but she couldn't quite figure out where it was or where it was headed, just that the general aura of the Dark Side was coming closer.

"Finish those frigates as quickly as possible and form up with the main fleet." She ordered, watching as the ships began to twist into a different formation. She turned and left the bridge, heading into the halls and lifts of the ship making her way through it. Outside, the ships let their undersides show to the frigates for only a moment, as beams shot out, connecting the Venators and Frigates for what seemed like a split second. The frigates immediately began to explode, their shields faltering as flames shot out in different directions, quelled quickly by the vacuum of space. The frigates were taken care of quickly indeed. It was a one shot deal for the battle, but Liona had ordered 'as quickly as possible'. And that was as quickly as possible... The fighters and bombers returned to the ships, forming up with them as escort as the ship began moving around the main fleet.

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Using the now destroyed frigates as cover, the Ominus zipped past the floating rubble and headed directly for the hanger bay of the Destroyer in which Tidus could sense the Jedi in. As he entered the Hanger, the Ominus's Stealth Cloak evaporated and anti-personnel cannons lowered themselves as began to shoot at all the ground units to ensure a safe landing.

One the Ominus had finished its decent, the entrance hatch lowered and two Droidekas rolled out, instantly activating their shields and fired at anyone that the cannons had missed. After a minuet of eerie silence, Tidus slowly stepped out onto the ramp, ensuring that he presence was well known to the Jedi.

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System: Garos
Planet: Garos IV

"Exiting hyperspace in 3...2...1. Out of hyperspace. All systems nominal. Iridima and Yavin's Pride checking in. All ships accounted for." said a B1 pilot droid in his iconic robotic voice. "Contact Iridima. I want a full orbital scan." Darth Tartarus' voice was quite. It was as if he almost whispered. A few minutes went by when the report came in. "Sir. Iridima picked up one ship in orbit sir. It's a...Consular-class cruiser sir." For a moment, Tartarus did not move. If he was smiling, no-one would know. "Order bombers to engage communication arrays, engines, shields and the hyperdrive. I want that ship alive." The B1 responded with: "Roger. Roger."

Quickly the hangar bays came alive as Vulture- and Hyena-droids detached themselves from the maingride and flew into the cold void of space. Each squadron 5 Vultures escorted the heavier Hyena's. The strike was swift and savage. From the bridge, Darth Tartarus could see the well aimed explosions. Ripping arrays apart and destroying the shield generator. Soon, the damaged vessel was pulled in by the Immortalis tractor beam. "Sir. It seems like the ship was able to send out an emergency broadcast." Again, no emotion could be seen on Tartarus. But he was angry. Very angry.

Onboard, a senator was waiting. Expecting a visit from some CIS admiral or even from a sith. It was, however, not him Darth Tartarus wanted. It was the professor of Starship engineering, who was supposed to give a seminar at Corusant about improved Hyperdrive designs, whom Tartarus wanted. Kidnapping a senator was merely an added benefit to him.

[Assistant] Just ignore this}}

[User]
A distress signal was sent out to all republic ships immediately once the Sith was spotted in the hangar aboard Liona's flagship Venator. The message was an SOS alerting all Republic ships that Liona's ship had been boarded by a Sith. It had been sent without Liona's command, however, as she wouldn't have cared to send such a message.

Within the hangar, clone troppers and pilots scattered as the ship entered the hangar, getting behind the cover of the hangar bay shields on either side. Safe from the guns and the Droidekas, the clones just waited, weapons ready, though shots could not be fired from either side. The Droids could not hit the clones, but the clones could not hit the droids either, the shields blocking shots from both directions. Still, they were safe... for the time being.

A large pair of double doors hissed open not long after the ship landed, and Liona walked out fairly casually. She raised her hands and threw them to either side, sending the Droids flying into pillars, crushing components and essentially destroying them. "There is no need for such toys here. If you come seeking Jedi, you will find what you seek."

[Assistant]
Tidus smiled under his mask. This one had a spark within her. And he liked it. He took a few paces towards her with his hands out to his sides, palms open as if to offer a hug. He kept one eye on the troopers.

"Now there was no need for that. Those were very expensive." Tidus mentioned slyly. There seemed to be no ill-intent flowing from him. It was hard to guess what his real motive here was.

"Now my dear, where is your master? I seek a real Jedi." Tidus remarked. Purposely attempting to infuriate her.

[User]
Lord Phoenix continued to see the battle through the holomap and the bridge. The Droids were easily overwhelming the republic forces. "My Lord, is seems one of the republic venators have been boarded by Lord Tidus." A Neimoidian deck officer. The sith nodded "It means nothing, that reckless sith cares more about a good fight then a battle. Send out all Hyena bombers and target life support and engines. Then send a communication to the Admiral that he should begin sending boarding parties. Begin Jaming all enemy communications."

As the crew around him began giving orders,sending communications and dealing with external threats. The sith simple watched the battle no one could see if he was please or angry he just watched as fewer and fewer republic ships arrived and the one that were originally here to defend were badly damaged or destroyed.

[Assistant]
Liona stood where she was, watching the Sith from behind her mask silently. No feeling were apparent from her, emotion seeming to be something she either hid well or did not posses. "Do not act like an entitled child. If you are not satisfied with the opportunity you have been given, then go board someone else's ship." She crossed her arms, waiting for any sort of real action from the Sith. "Though I should warn you, you have about five minutes before my personal bomber destroys that ship of yours. And it looks quite a bit more expensive than some droids."

The last of the Republic forces arrived and the initial fleet was forced to pull back. The fleets pulled all of their power together, letting the new arrivals form a defensive barrier while the damaged ships moved behind them. It wasn't the best strategy, but it was just enough to let the Republic forces get back in this fight as their tactics allowed the fresh ships to finish off the damaged CiS ships on the front lines, forcing the ships who had been holding back to get into the fight or risk losing a long range engagement as the CiS had brought mostly frigates meant to get in close, while the Republic forces were set up for defense and that meant they were prepared to engage the enemy at any range.

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Using the force, Tidus drew his lightsaber from his belt and into his right hand. As soon as he held his iron grip upon the hilt, the red, unstable blade was awoken. After preforming some maneuver with the blade hen then began to charge towards her.
"You'll have to do!" He yelled as he charged.

[Assistant]
System: Garos
Orbit: Garos IV

"Plot a hyperdrive course. But hold for my signal. Destination: random seperatist space." Tartarus told the B1 droid commander before he left the bridge. The journey towards the lower hangar deck where the cruiser was pulled in. A dockingring had forcefully attached itself to the ship, and now several droidekas together with several B2 battle droids. The doors opened up, and a crew exited with hands raised. Except for one. The senator. He was an elderly man, but he had fire in his eyes. "If you think the republic will bend to whatever wish you have simply because you hold me captive, you are mistaken! I will not bend to Sith rule. No. And neither will Garos. You just made the gravest mistake of your dear life, sir. The Jedi will be coming for me!" the man stood tall and firm. Until a red lightsaber was next to his neck.

"I suggest you remain silent for the rest of your very short stay onboard of my vessel, mister senator. I have little interest in you." The fire in the senator's eyes whitered. And the red light vanished again. "Now. Who of you is Professor Medina?" asked Darth Tartarus. A young lady stepped forward. "My lady. I'm afraid that, contrary to the rest of the cruiser's crew. I cannot let you go. Seize her." The professor went along with the two B2 droids towards the holding cells. But never did she take her firm gaze off Tartarus. She had the same fire as the senator. But it never whitered.

The rest of the crew was quickly pushed back into the vessel. Which was then dropped into space like a dead ship. Maybe a patrol ship of the Republic would find it. Or ships from Garos IV would come to it's aid. It mattered little.


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Belladonna

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bella, Donna, BB
Age: 22
Birthday: December 20, 1995
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Weapon Infusion (With Elements), Combat Prowess, and Espionage
Editorial Nickname: The Badass
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How long have they been with X-Factor?: Two Years

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along right hip, scar along upper back, tattoo of the Yin and Yang symbol behind right ear, ear piercings on both ears
Personal Style: Bella dresses as the situation demands it, but she does get some enjoyment out of wearing things considered girly and cutesy as she fights because it gives her an advantage. She does not wear anything particular when not in a mission, preferring comfort when not in the field. She has been seen in sweatpants and a t-shirt or a stylized dress on any given day.

Her color scheme ranges based on the day also, though she usually opts for darker colors. Her hair is usually tied in twin tails or let down to her lower back. She wears make-up as she sees fit, mainly on a mission when she needs to look a certain way. She will look presentable when it benefits her or whatever task she is on.

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Psychology
Disciplined * Crafty * Impressive * Secretive * Stoic * Restrained

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bella doesn't show emotion. Or it could be said she shows emotion rarely. Trained to believe emotions are a weakness, she gets the job done, no matter how dirty the deed. She is disciplined and direct, though she does have a sarcastic side to her she lets out, particularly when she is annoyed.

She stands out amongst others for her dedication to the work she is in. She knows she is impressive and valuable to any who have her on their side, but she does not care one way or the other about whatever side she is on. She does the work and she gets paid. Even in the midst of torture, she can endure without shedding a tear or uttering a scream. To some, that is a valuable skill in a spy. To others, it's concerning that there may be darker things underneath that pretty exterior. She will never tell.
Habits:* Sarcasm
* Listens to music when training

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cannibals
* The Bottom of the Ocean

Likes:
* Techno Music
* Dueling
* Exploring
* Detective Novels
* Proving People Wrong
* Podcasts

Dislikes:
* Assholes
* Cat Calling
* Being Spied On
* Birds
* Lines
* Fake People

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Tracking
* Espionage
* Parkour
* Lockpicking
* Poison Knowledge
* Cryptology

Combat Skills:
* Elemental Imbuement: Bella has the ability to imbue her weapons with elemental enhancements. This can be any weapon she obtains (but most notably her sword and gun)
* Sword Combat
* Firearm Combat
* Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Morning Star Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

Possessions:
* Clothing - Black Top, Checkered Mini Skirt, Black Boots
* Katana
* Handgun
* Morning Star
* Two Clips Extra Ammo
* Lockpick
* Poison Vial
* Extra Hair Ties (around wrist)
* Cell Phone

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History
Why did you join X-Factor?: It wasn't so much that Bella joined X-Factor, it was more that she was obtained. Having fought for her own freedom, she opted to use her skills and training to aid the highest bidder, which had its own danger. X-Factor allowed her to continue to fight, earn her keep, and be protected in a way. The only thing they do not have is her loyalty as she is only loyal to herself, but she will keep the team safe.

General History: Bella didn't know the joys of childhood. She never knew who her real father and mother were. All she knew was a man named Master Shien and he was cruel and demanding. With iron fist, she along with a select few other children were hardened, trained to fight, sneak, and kill. She didn't learn about the world like other children, she only saw it through blood.

However, the children still hoped for escape. The master could never break their resolve, even if he broke their bones. So they hatched a plan to escape and leave and go out into the world. It all came crashing down as Master Shien killed and slaughtered them one by one, leaving Bella along with two others. Bella took her sword in hand and challenged the master. They fought hard, each dealing blows to the other, but Bella came out on top, decapitating her "father" and leaving.

Since then, Bella had to gradually learn how the world worked. She was smart and capable though (plus the internet) and she knew her place. She began to sell her skills as a professional hitman or spy for various factions around the U.S. She was sought after due to her unflinching nature and her results.

Bella no longer cared though. She was in it for herself and knew no one else could be trusted unless they earned it. That was when X-Factor came into the scene. Hearing about her skills they offered her a position amongst the team. Bella agreed for a limited time, mainly to see how it would play out for her. Once she was satisfied, she joined up. Could she be trusted though was the question.

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Extras
Character Quote: "If looks could kill I'd be a mass murderer. Oh wait...."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Invisible Woman, Link

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Relations

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Belladonna
"I don't do friends. And yes, that's what she said."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓 Andrew Rossi 🌓
"Smart man can grow big or small. He doesn't bother me too much."

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🎆 Demetria Clarke 🎆
"She can freeze shit, which is pretty awesome. Other than that, she's cool."

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🙇 John Watts 🙇
"He looks at me like a daughter. I...do not know what to think about this."

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🎆 Evelyn Holder 🎆
"Assassins don't have a code, but I can respect her game provided she doesn't step on my toes."

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🎆 Alannah Ó Ceallaigh 🎆
"A warrior of the past meets a warrior of the future. This will be fun."

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♨ Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes ♨
"She's loud and grating. Could she shut up for two minutes?"

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👋 Wasley Martin 👋
"He's um...he's cool, I guess. Stop asking me!"

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[User]
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Location: Last known location of rogue team.
Skills: N/A

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As their steps lead them into the jet Jo found a seat at the far back near the cockpit. After fastening the buckles across her figure she crossed her left leg over her right and let herself relax in her seat. While Jolene appeared rather relax a nervousness twisted her stomach uncomfortably. In an attempt to calm her nerves Jo pulled her small notebook and pen from her snug pocket and quickly skipped through the pages until she found the page that held the notes on Solaris Mico.

Clicking her pen open Jo struck a clean line across the page below her Solaris Mico test results #7. With casual strokes of the pen Jolene began to write down additional notes in elegant lettering.

Notes~
Potentially adjusting my handcage position may help stabilize the condensed light.
Additionally, allowing myself more time to spend focusing on the condensing of the light magic could help stabilize it.
Maybe if I spend more time crafting the orb it could increase its overall stability.
Though it's already a time intensive spell if I can get it to at least work in practice I could get a better understanding of the magic.
Which in turn, through practice, I can reduce the time to enact the spell.
I could also spend time researching the inner workings that go into condensing magic?
Not really sure if my books have information on this; would need to spend time looking through the books I already have to see if any speak on the subject.

Jo took notice as the jet seemed to descend towards a landing. Her eyes quickly scanned over her notes to see if anything should be added but came to no finite decision. Clicking her pen closed and closing the book she stuffed it back into her pocket. As the jet touched down Jo unbuckled herself and followed the group out.

Jo's dark honey brown eyes found themselves looking at what seemed to be the only guy in this small group as he spoke up. In truth, Jolene hadn't spent the time to look over the files on the other heroes within the organization. She had the assumption she would get to know them over time and through face to face interactions. Though given current events she should have probably spent time looking at the files. Before she could speak up on the fact she was in the same boat one of the girls spoke up. She listened intently to the explanation of the group of individuals that were currently their 'targets'.

As the rundown came to an end Jolene slightly hurried her steps up to the side of the guy who admitted that he didn't look over the files. Jolene gently poked a finger to his arm to get his attention.

"Don't feel bad. I forgot to look over the files as well." Jo spoke in a soft, reassuring tone; giving a gentle smile that matched her gentle voice. "My name is Jolene, by the way. But I go by Jo." She introduced herself sweetly, offering out a hand as they walked.

[Assistant]
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Elara Wessex

Location: Last Known Location of Rogue Team
Skills: N/A

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The ride to the rogue team was blissfully short. Elara was feeling much better about this mission now that they had arrived at their destination. She disembarked the plane, getting a good look at the building in front of them. It looked eerie. Like something out of a movie. What brought the team here?

"So, I forgot to ask. Who exactly are we looking for? I'm super new and don't know anyone yet."

Elara looked over at the source of the voice; the other person who had worn a mask out in the field. She glanced towards Psylocke in hopes of an answer, but another voice drew her attention. It was from the expressionless woman in the conference room.

"Current members unaccounted for who took the jet are, Demetria Clarke also known as Sapphire, John Watts who goes by Mercury, Belladonna, and Evelyn Holder also known as Nightingale."

Elara nodded in response, looking back at the building. There were a few entrances, but it would be hard to tell where the team went inside of such a large building. That didn't even account for what they might encounter from the staff of this building, too.

She thought about the team members listed. They were mostly comprised of senior members of Serval Industries. They had to have a good reason to go rogue. It couldn't be blamed solely on their grief for Harrison Snow's death. Did they resent the new CEO, Rae Gardner? Is that why they didn't consult her before taking off?

The girl with the journal began speaking to the masked man, but Elara didn't think it was the time to make friends. This was a serious mission, no matter what the premise was. They had no idea what they were walking into. Just like any other mission, really, but this was against some of their own people. She hoped it would go well.

"Should we head in as a team, or split up?" She said aloud, mostly aiming it towards Psylocke. "The team could be anywhere inside of this building."

[User]
Location: Elevator - Elevator Room
Skills: Elemental Imbuement, Sword Combat, Hand-to-Hand Combat

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Bella had finished her meditating when Watts began to speak up and verbally threaten Evelyn. She imagined that if that were to happen, despite his speed and skill, Evelyn would drop him. Evelyn was skilled whereas Watts lead more with his mouth than anything else. For a smart guy, he often acted like an idiot. So why did she feel protective of him? After all, she could understand where he was coming from. Andrew was somewhere here. Watts was probably going through a lot.

"The threats are below us coming quickly, not amongst ourselves. If we have any hope of saving Andrew, we need to work together." She pulled out her sword, crackling it with electricity as Watts sped out once the doors opened, sending a whirlwind towards their enemies. Evelyn ran forward dealing with Lady Deathstrike, which left Mastermind for her. She charged forward, slashing across the woman's back, sending the rippling of electricity into her. She stumbled forward, an arc across her back barely bleeding, but it had done its job. She lunged at the woman, grappling her into a chokehold to knock her out. She didn't want to kill unless absolutely necessary. This job was already messy enough.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 24
Personality: A cheerful and kind man, a rarity in the wasteland. He keeps this face on for his own sanity and his soldiers. Andrew puts his morals above anything else and would not betray them for anything.

Faction: Outer Banks Republic

Equipment: Standard OBR equipment including brass knuckles, 20 rounds for his 10mm pistol, 50 rounds for his .22 rimfire hunting rifle, and was able to get two hand grenades.

Skills: An excellent marksmens he has showed his worth in long-ranged battles against raiders. Andrew also has a wide knowledge of the creatures and plants of the wasteland able to pick put which ones are dangerous and ones that aren't.

History: Andrew Jacks comes from a long line of politicians in the Outer Banks Republic including his father who is a high end politician and the mayor of Elizabeth Town. Due to this Andrew grew up a spoiled life, as far as living in the wasteland goes. While he was growing up the Claw Raider-ORB war was going on near Elizabeth Town and the mayors house was used as a hospital for injured soldiers. Andrew saw many dead and injured men in his house while simply getting from room to room. This inspired him to join later in live wanting to give back to the country he lived in and after much disapproval from his parents joined the Army.

He passed the tests with flying colors and was deployed as a Riflemen with the 3rd Outer Territory Company. This is where he has had a few combat missions fighting Covenant Raiders and other considered pests. His biggest challenge is coming with The Covenant closing in on a trading settlement to the south with heavy causalities from the OBR his company is to be sent in and push back the Raiders towards the sea. Andrew is anxious but ready for mission whenever it begins.

[User]
Brick "Forge" Burnside

All was quiet at the trading post of Davenport. The merchants came out from their camps and set up their displays as per the usual morning routine. The makeshift marketplace had sprung up suddenly in recent weeks, all hands hoping to see a share of the caps coming in to the main attraction. It seemed like some were in it for the long run, builders had been commissioned from the nearby town of Creswell to construct a couple of shacks. Apart from the worn but homely old-world house that stood dead center of the quickly expanding shantytown, the only other free-standing structure was an old barn that had recently been converted into a hotel of sorts, a place for travelers to hang their hats while the maestro did his work. For indeed in that old house, miracles were being performed, miracles that brought people from all around. Miracles that had drawn young George Cantwell. He was soon to be recruited into the ranks of the OBR Riflemen and wanted to carry forward his family's legacy, so a week ago, he had set out from Elizabeth City with a caravan headed for this very trading post. Cautiously he made his way up through the row of merchant stands, and navigated around Brahmin, saddled down with goods, until he stood in front of the old house. His eyes were drawn to the sign hanging above the doorway.

FORGE

Elated that his journey was over, George walked up the steps and knocked twice on the wooden frame.
"Just a minute!" He heard a voice call, seconds before the door edged open. A young looking man dressed in leather garb and a green military-style jacket peered back at him.
"Yes sir? How can I help?"
"Are you Forge?" George asked.
"Me? No, no, I work for him. My name is Brick. Were you looking to avail of his services?"
"Uhh, I guess so, yes"
"Well come on in then, take a seat at the table here" Brick stepped out of the way to allow the young soldier-to-be entry. George did as Brick said and took a seat.
"Up on the wall next to you is the list of services, we'd be here all day if we were to explain them all, and Forge is a busy man, so why don't you explain to me what you need and I'll suggest the best course of action?"
George reached to his side and tugged at his holster "This is my father's pistol. Or, I guess, it was. And his father's before that. Kind of a family heirloom. Anyway, it hasn't really been firing right, and I really wanted it at my side when I enlisted"
"Well, let me see it" Brick reached out and took the pistol from the table. he sized it up from all angles and gave it a couple of shakes "Well right away I can tell ya, your sights are off-center. I could fix those right here, but that's not it. If I was a betting man, I'd say its the barrel, could be cracked, I mean, this has been in your family for generations, no offence to you and yours, but I doubt its ever been properly serviced. Now, what we can do for you is the standard full bodywork job. Strip it down, see what's what, replace some parts, clean it all up then pop it back together, that'll be about 75 caps, that's the flat fee on servicing jobs anyway. However if you wanted to bring this weapon up to 110%, I'd suggest the premium service. I have no idea if that's even in your price range, but I will tell you, it'll be at least 200. We do the same work, but on a premium job, we use nothing but the absolute best parts. Sometimes they're even custom made for the job, like cutting a new barrel from old-world metal and the like. And we throw in a handful of bullets as a bonus. It's an expensive service, but if you chose to go for it, I guarantee you that weapon will last until your children's children walk this earth, if not longer"
"Wow. That sounds great, I definitely wanna do right by my father, so yeah, give me the premium service. 200 caps you said?"
Brick held up a hand "payment on completion of services. That's a hard-line rule here. One last question- does she have a name?"
"A name? Uh, no I don't think. I guess I never really thought about it before"
"All great weapons are named. Forge really likes that, and you seem like a decent sort. Respectful. So I'm gonna throw in a tag job on the house. Now lastly, it's gonna take a while, I'd say midday tomorrow, so what you can do...." Brick trailed off to reach off to a side table just out of George's view ".... is take this coupon over to Angie, she runs the inn over in the other building. That says you're one of Forge's customers, she gives you a bed for the night and some food in the morning for free."
George was overwhelmed as he stood up "Wow, this is great, thank you sir"
"Hey, don't mention it bud. We'll see you back here tomorrow"
"Oh, and can you tell him not to do anything about the scratches on it? Dad liked to make a mark on it whenever he killed something"
"Yeah, no problem kiddo, see you later"

George had just left when another man pushed his way in through the door. At first glance it'd be easy to call him a raider, and maybe he was, but right now, he was a paying customer known as Hardy.
"Mr. Hardy, welcome back" Brick said "You here to pick up the Tenderizer?"
"What? I come for my bat" The loud and ignorant man exclaimed.
Brick reached below the counter and placed a metal baseball bat out in plain view "You paid for a tag job, and with all the work done on this beauty, Forge decided to name it the Tenderizer. Shall we recap?"
"I just want the stupid thing, got places to be kid, how much?"
"175 caps"
"Are you friggin' for real? He didn't even really do nothing, not that I can see. Where is this Forge hack? I wanna see this guy"
The change in tone was immediate. Brick reached out and took a hold of the bat "I really think you want me to recap the work. You said, and I quote "I want this thing to be so strong that I could swing it at a rock 1000 times and it wouldn't dent" Now, if I can draw your attention to the tip here, that ring? That's from cutting it open to place a 'core' inside, a kind of infrastructure to keep the exterior shape, it also adds a bit of heft, for a little extra damage on impact. I constructed that 'core' used energy cells to cut open the bat, and then welded it back up. Then I was inspired and so I welded on this ring of crimped metalwork along the top edge, that's where the name came from. This thing can really cause damage" Brick walked out to face Hardy, gently patting the bat against his empty hand.
"Wait... you? You're Forge?"
"Correct. So before you insult me further, I have to ask. Do you want a demonstration. Maybe I can convince you its worth the 175"
"Just... hang on man" Hardy began fumbling around in his pockets. Brick didn't wait. He gripped the Tenderizer in both hands and made a huge swing, the "crown" of the bat connecting square with Hardy's jaw. The much bigger man fell over, blood streaming from his mouth, nose, and ears. He tried to speak, breathe even, and found only pain when he tried to use his dislodged jaw. Finally he managed to squeak out a "wait" between his moans of pain.
"You don't deserve this weapon" Brick spat out with pure venom "How could you? You don't respect it, care for this beautiful object. THe only way, you could ever.... EVER honor it.... is to be its first victim"
"no. please" the words were more groans than anything else.
Brick brought the bat down once more, smashing the last ounce of life from Hardy. He stood upright, drew out a scrap of cloth, then wiped off the blood from the weapon.
"Had a feeling you weren't the one meant for the Tenderizer" he told the bashed corpse matter of factly. Oh well.

Brick went to the door, and poked his head outside, he scanned to porch until he set eyes on the armed guard standing nearby.
"Hey Joe, you're workin' today? Need you to drag Mr. Hardy out of here when you get a chance. Might be some blood to clear up too, but there's Abraxo in the closet. I gotta get to work"
"No problem boss man" The guard responded.
Brick retreated inside and headed off for the workshop he had set up in the back room, George Cantwell's pistol in hand.
"I know just what I'll name you....." he said as he slapped on some gloves and got to work.

[Assistant]
The Highwayman

A road of cracked asphalt and fire blasted earth stretched out before the Highwayman, crunching beneath each steel-clad footfall. Concrete and soil had become one beneath the nuclear devastation of Chinese Warheads, and the land had been left a sickly mess of cracked grey and greenish brown.

It was on the right path.

The armor-clad juggernaut strided onwards, its joints whirring and hissing, Scooped Machine-Gun clutched in its metallic hands.

It wasn't long before the first few raiders came slipping out of the marshland.

The Highwayman's power armor was far more sleek than the bulky get-up worn by wastelanders, so the Guardsmen didn't think twice about rushing the featureless wanderer.

"You're trespassing upon the kingdom of the Watch." A grizzly figure in an old-world military uniform sneered, as him and his buddies came wandering up to the Highwayman "Hand over your valuables, and the just and noble Guardsmen will allow you to walk away unscathed, outlander."

"The ORB are paying good caps for dead Guardsmen." a steely voice rasped from beneath the Highwayman's cold metal helmet "How about you hand over all your valuables, or I bring them back some souvenirs?"

The grizzled one shot his comrades a look of confusion.

"Let's waste this asshole!"

Their rifles barked, letting out a crackle of bullets, which pinged harmlessly off of the Highwayman's hard metal body.

The Highwayman squeezed the trigger if its machine gun, sweeping through the Guardsmen with a feral bellow of roaring gunfire. A few strained coughs, and bubbles of dark red blood, and then the road was littered with the bullet-ridden corpses of four Guardsmen.

"No second chances."

The steely figure pressed on up the road, its destination within its grasp.

[User]
A scruffy beared man who was easily identifiable as a Crimson Wing member by his Bomber Jacket decorated in pre-war Air Force patches walked to the center of where all the eager workers were waiting to begin the work; for their caps of course. The man looked all around him visible sweat coming from his brow and briefly locked eyes with a woman in the very back who looked odd in the place of all these dirty and worn down people. He then coughed and began to speak,

"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen my name is Preston Grines, your boss as soon as you enter that hole. You all will behave accordingly in our territory and will be penalized if not. Now for your payment 20 caps for a full day of work another 10 for bringing any type of explosive to us. To motive you even further the first ones to crack that damn thing open gets 200 caps and a share if anything down their. Now if you need me I will be in the shack over there and my boys will supervise all. Good Luck!"

With that the man tighted up his jacket and started walking over his makeshift shack built for this operation drinking his canteen as he walked away from the crowd. The crowd started slowly walking over to the hole where two more Crimson Wing soilders waited handing them shovels to dig the Vault out more they only had a few available and anyone who couldn't get one had to dig with their hands or make shift diggers.

Word had already spread across Davenport that Forge had killed someone. The OBR even if they didn't have full control over this terriroty were still considered a police force of sorts out here and so were dispatched to his shop. Three ORB Riflemen came knocking on his door in the late hours of the day stepping on the dried up blood of Mr. Hardy. The Riflemen wore military fatigues with helmets on along with .22 rifles in hand. They knocked on the door asking to come in and question him.


[System]
Age: Young Adult

Gender: Male

Species: Litten

Ability: Intimidate

Appearance: Large and well-built for a Litten. Musculature speaks of experience with physical labor. Wears a luchador mask over his head at all times.

Personality:
Short-tempered with a chip on his shoulder. Seems to have something to prove, in order to step out of his father and mentor's shadow. He is loud, bombastic, and flamboyant, always looking to be the center of attention. Despite this, however, he is loyal to a fault to any he befriends, ever seeking to encourage and inspire his allies through his own actions.

Hex Jr.'s sole goal in life is to make a name for himself, both to honor his precedessor and surpass him, thus carrying on the honor of his lineage. However, his feelings regarding the aforementioned Hex are more complex. While he loves and respects his father both for raising him and his accomplishments, he does resent being the child of such a famous adventurer and fighter. Loves a good scrap and is eager to seek out fights, both for the sheer rush of adrenaline and to prove his might over others. Though he has no problems with playing dirty, citing that in a real battle, there is no honor, only a winner and a loser. And he ain't no loser.

Short Biography:
Years ago, an Incineroar by the name of Hex won fame and fortune through his exploits as an explorer. When he tired of the life, however, the veteran explorer settled down and started a family, retiring to a farmstead a few hours out from Cloudgate.

Hex Jr. spent the better majority of his childhood working on the farm along with his father. In their free hours, the elder Hex trained his son in the arts of combat and adventuring, encouraging the boy to follow in his own footsteps. Once he felt his son was prepared enough, which took far too long in Hex Jr.'s eyes, Hex gave the young Litten his blessing to start making his own name.

Taking up a mask similar to his father's, Hex Jr. set out as an explorer for some time, spending his teenage years trying to find his way in the world. It was only when he went out into civilization, however, that his father's shadow began looming over him. Those who knew of Hex, as well as his associates, invariably compared the adolescent to his father and his legacy. This brewed no small amount of resentment in Hex Jr., moreso at the people who couldn't see past his father for he was.

Hex Jr. had the dubious fortune to be convalescing in Cloudfall when the Shade came in, forcing him to stay cooped up and stuck inside the city. Without expeditions to go out on, he spent his time earning his keep in fighting rings. This caused some friction with the guards and the law, but at this point, the Litten was desperate enough for some kind of action that he almost welcomed these additional scrapes and near-misses. When Scorch made his call, Hex Jr. jumped at it, eager for literally any way to go back on an adventure.

Move Set:
-Fake Out
-Bite
-Double Kick
-Fire Fang

Equipment:
-Luchador mask: A simple black and white cloth mask. Adjusted to fit over a Litten's head.
-Item pouch: A satchel and strap to wrap around one's body and contain items in.

Other:

[User]
Hex Jr.

Midday came, and Hex Jr. found himself standing outside the legendary Scorch's Guild Headquarters. Finally, a way back into the game. No more of this "it's too dangerous to venture outside Cloudgate" pussyfooting that the city officials had been spouting. Explorers, doing the thing they should've done from the start: investigating what was going on outside the city. Only took Scorch a few years to grow a pair and start recruiting, huh?

The Litten sauntered into the Guild, making sure his mask was on right as he looked around. Seemed like a more or less standard setup. Scorch at least knew how to run a proper Explorer's Guild. He'd never met the old veteran in person, but hopefully he wouldn't start babbling on about his father. The last thing he wanted right now was to be reminded just how large the shadow he stood in was.

A good few other Pokemon had beaten him to be the first one there, but that was fine. Just as long as he wasn't the last one. The sweet smell of baked goods hit Hex Jr.'s nostrils, and he moseyed on over to the Buneary holding the basket.

"Don't mind if I do." He grinned slightly, taking a chunk of banana bread and starting to horf it down. "Mnf. Mnf. This's good!" Hex Jr. told the Buneary, nodding. "Where'd you pick these up?"

[Assistant]
Mentions: @Lucky@Polaris North

Today was the single most chaotic day in the Persian household since the family had first moved to Cloudgate. Food and fur were flying all around the small main room as five meowths chased each other around the breakfast table. Their mother would normally have kicked them all out of the house by now, but it was a special occasion. Persian watched her daughters laugh and fight while she tried to finish up her meal.

"It's today!" Nyatsuki shouted.

"Hey! You're messing up my fur!" Meowgan cried.

"You still owe me for that berry last week!" Nyacole said.

"The Fearsome Fivesome becomes the Fearsome Foursome!" Meowdelyn exclaimed.

The five balls of fur slowly ceased their play fighting until they were standing in a circle facing each other. Behind them the room was full of toppled stools, hairballs, and strewn about food. In front of them were four identical sisters, and one extra fuzzy - but equally beloved - Meowth.

"Oh yeah..." Nyatalie started, blinking around the circle at her siblings. "I'm not just gonna miss you guys, you're gonna miss me too."

"Who said anything about missing you?" Nyacole retorted, lifting her nose high into the air.

"She's just playing," Meowdelyn snickered, shoving Nyacole over. The other two sisters crowded close to Nyatalie and clung to her. "It's gonna be so weird with just the four of us! Can you visit us soon?"

"Yeah! I'll be part of a super famous rescue team and when I come back I'll tell you guys all about it!"

Finished with her breakfast, Persian shook the mess that landed on her fur off and stood up. Poor things, Nyatalie hasn't even left yet and they're already missing her, she thought. She padded over to the group of snuggling kittens and stuck her paw into the pile, pulling Nyatalie out of the bunch. "You all say goodbye and get upstairs and clean yourselves off," she instructed. The four sisters did so, waving as they scrambled up the steps. Persian looked down at Nyatalie, giving the girl a gentle smile before she went about grooming her.

"Mom! I'm not a kid, I can do it myself!" Nyatalie complained, but honestly it'd been a while since the last time her mother had taken the time to clean her up. For the feline type Pokemon like them, it was a welcome, familiar feeling. Now that Nyatalie had resolved to leave home and join and adventuring guild, she didn't know when the next time she'd be home was. The guild was in town, sure, but how busy would it be? Would they be sent on missions far away from Cloudgate for days at a time? Persian hushed her and just continued on until Nyatalie's fur was free of any imperfections. Once it was done, Nyatalie bundled up her excess fur in simple ribbons and presented herself to her mother for inspection, striking a pose as she did so.

"Wonderful," Persian laughed, sitting on her haunches and clapping her paws together. "You'll be just fine, Nyatalie."

"Of course!" Nyatalie beamed, her fangs shining. "I'm gonna make everybody proud!"

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Once she'd made it to the guild, Nyatalie spent a few moments outside of the great castle-like building psyching herself up. She was a strong, independent, beautiful Meowth that didn't need no squad of troublesome sisters! Okay, let's go!

The first thing she noticed was all the Pokemon milling about. To one side of the room a small crowd started to form around something that smelled delicious, so needless to say Nyatalie made a Combee-line there. Most of her own breakfast had ended up on the floor or in her fur anyway.

"Good Meowning!" she said back to the Chimchar, giving him a wide smile. What a nice Pokemon! Most of the others nearby were on the quieter side it seemed though. A Poochyena, Croagunk, Bagon, Aron... Nyatalie took special note of the Shinx and Litten. Being fellow felines, maybe they would get along! The last Pokemon nearby was a Buneary, who was also the source of the nice smell.

"Yay! Free food!" Nyatalie reached into the basket and immediately shoved the bread into her mouth. It was delicious, but halfway through chewing the Meowth's eyes widened. She'd forgotten something very important. Quickly swallowing the food, she fixed the Buneary with a serious gaze. "...thank you!"

[User]
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It been ten days since Neva left her home to travel Cloudgate but Neva feels like it was yesterday. Neva look at the map that her mentor left, it has his handwriting on it and big red circle with a sign that says Guild on it, Neva sees the town of Cloudgate beyond the horizon, traveling to get here was hard but it will all be worth it soon once she find some clues for Blake disappearance. While entering Cloudgate, Neva hear some whispers from pokemon, feeling suspicious toward the young Sneasel in their town, Neva just ignore the suspicious whispers from everyone, she just need to focus on the task in hand.

She hears tell from Blake saying that the guild headquarter looks like a castle, he wasn't kidding, it really goes look like a castle. The Sneasel nod her head at the Sylveon, who welcome her into the guild, Neva was surprise that were alot of Pokémon here but at the same time, this is a coronation party, everyone wants to join the guild. Neva lay against a wall while everyone is socializing with eachother, even though she want to take a bite of that Buneary breakfast, Neva needs to stay focus and serious.

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MENTIONS: Everyone
Yew was about to start roaming around the place when the rest of the Pokemon started to filter into the guild. Her ears perked at the Buneary, who had brought in a basket of sweets. Too bad she spent too much time drooling over them-- before she could even take three, the rest of the Pokemon grabbed a bunch without even asking if she wanted a double serving. Her ear flicked to the side as she gave a huff. At least there were some left... like the sweetbread. She reached out to grab it and shoved it in her mouth, chewing wildly as crumbs fell to the floor. "Mmmnn," she purred, delighted with the combination of tastes. "So good! Thank yo--"

"Eh-mmrm."

The low growl snapped her attention away from the rest, and Yew blinked up at a looming figure. A large, raggy-furred Arcanine had stepped out from around a corner and approached them with a slow gait. She noticed that he had a slight limp; old scars ran across his body, the most gruesome one running from the tip of his nose all the way across his eye, which was clouded a misty blue. Yew stopped chewing as she gawked up at the large Pokemon.

"S-so, everyone! I'm Fae, and this is..." the Sylveon's voice piped up again. "This is Scorch, your leader!"

This was Scorch? He looked like he had been run over by a herd of Tauros and then eaten by a Salamence, and then the Salamence threw him up. Yew swallowed the remaining sweetbread that was in her mouth as Scorch's disinterested gaze flickered over their numbers. For a long moment, all that penetrated her ears was silence.

Then, the Arcanine spoke in a low rumble. "Fae... all of these are young ones. Didn't I say I wanted adult recruits?"

The Sylveon shuffled some papers in her paws for a moment. "I must've forgotten," she said in a nervous giggle. "But! Look! This bunch seems like they'd be good, too!"

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Tusk had been too caught up in the moment of devouring the sweetbread that he had failed to notice Scorch's arrival until after the Arcanine's scope of the recruits. The Bagon flinched in awe upon the sound of the guild leader's intimidating tone, fumbling the remaining inch of sweetbread around his small arms before it fell to the ground. Trying to save face in the presence of the legendary figure before them, he quickly swiped the sweetbread from the ground and gulped the rest of it in a single swallow, straightening himself up to stand at attention.

"I-i-it's an honor to meet you, sir!" Tusk did his best to reach up for a respectful gesture in a salute, his words mixed between awe and twitchiness. Scorch really was as eminent and illustrious in person as he was in all of the stories! It was hard to contain his excitement. "I'm Tusk! I'll be the best adventurer you'll ever have, just you see!"

[Assistant]
What a douche. This prick got willing volunteers, and the first thing out of the old bastard's mouth was that none of them were adults? No wonder his dad never said much about Scorch, if this was how he was.

Hex Jr. angrily horfed down the rest of his banana bread in one go, swallowing and wiping the crumbs off his mouth and mask before angrily stepping forward as he gently nudged the Bagon aside after he spoke.

"No, don't kiss his ass, he just basically said we're worthless to him." The Litten hissed to Tusk, before turning to the mon in question.

"There a problem, old man?" He raised his head high, meeting the rugged Arcanine's gaze in challenge. "You're disappointed we ain't evolved or experienced enough? Blame the rest of the cowards in the city for just being happy to hide behind the walls. Like it or not, we're all you got, so deal with it or kick us out. But then who're you gonna get to fight your own battles for you? Arceus, no wonder my old man never talked about you."


[System]
Age: 17
Appearance:

Alex stands at 6 feet even and weighs 170 pounds with a lean and athletic build.

Personality: Alexander Kaplan is an interesting young man to say the least. He's has quite the bright mind and always seems to be thinking. With a brain like his, he tends to stay quiet, preferring to listen and observe. Some people think he is antisocial because of this, which is entirely wrong. He enjoys friendship and being social, to the point where he'd rather have someone pour their heart out to him than to talk about himself. Alex is level-headed and radiates a calm aura around himself. He tries not to let people or things get to him, he doesn't see the point in getting so worked up over small things. The bad part about that is that he has to push down all the stuff that angers or annoys him. He fears that one day he'll finally snap and lose his shit.

Alex is very good at reading people and situations, but is prone to overthinking a lot. When you get close to Alex he begins to open up more. To friends he is fiercely loyal and protective, he takes his bonds seriously. If you get on his bad side, he can be quite dry and humorless towards you. Often snappy and sarcastic to those he dislikes, it can cause trouble if he doesn't control his emotions. Which is why he works so hard at staying calm and collected.

History: Alex does not share much about his past. It's only known that he was raised by a single mother and has a little sister. When prompted about it, he usually responds with something along the lines of "why would I dwell on the past when the present is so beautiful?" He doesn't see the need for telling people his life story, it won't effect anything now anyways will it? When asked how he discovered his powers, he tells this story. Alex says that he was out on a hike one day with his family, they were climbing up a trail on a cliff to see the amazing view at the top. He was with his sister and mother and they were having a grand time together. At the top, while they were enjoying the view, rocks shifted and left the family in a perilous situation. His sister had been standing on the edge looking down, admiring the height, when the rocks below her shifted. After years they chose that moment to finally give into gravity, which would have killed Alex's sister if it wasn't for his magic. As his sister fell, Alex reached out with his hand and his arm turned into some sort of steel. He was able to grip his sister's wrist and swing her back up to safety with a new found strength. After that dramatic and traumatic event, Alex received the letter to Four Winds and immediately accepted, wanting to become stronger. If he could save his sister, then he figured he'd be able to save other people too, especially if he got stronger.

Skills:
* Muay Tai: Alex took up Muay Thai at the age of 12 years old, seeking means to defend himself just in case he found himself in an, unsavory situation. With 5 years of experience, he feels confident that he can defend himself and has worked himself into good shape at the same time.
* I Know You: Alex is a great listener and knows how to empathize, its quite easy for him to read people's emotions.
* Intelligent: Alex is extremely intelligent and is known for being able to think on his feet. This comes in handy when analyzing situations and solving problems.

Magic:
* Name: Inox Skin
* Type: Transmutation
* Description: Alex's ability is quite simple, it allows him to transform his body into a lightweight, organic steel substance. This ability gives his enhanced strength, stamina and durability. While in this form he can't float. Another weakness would be extreme, fast, temperature changes. Steel, when exposed to extreme heat, and then extreme cold, causes extreme damage. If that were to happen while he was in his Steel form, he would be in a world of pain for a long time. At the present time he can only transform two body parts at the same time. With practice he hopes to be able to perform a full transformation at some point, as well as be able to create steel constructs from his own body. When he can do full body transformations, he will weigh considerably more than he does in his human form. While he is fully mobile and his strength is proportional to his size, his weight can cause problems if he's on weak ground and such.

Inventory: Packs of cigarettes, a lighter, and daily essentials

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Hearing the boy out, Akasha smiled cheerfully at his statement. While it was true that he did a good first impression, she felt like she was the only one who had felt it. Maybe it was the fog that had occurred just before the impact, or because only she felt the great strength in his bestial clawed arms.

"Mmhmm, yup you did! But I don't think the others saw you though. It's a shame…" Akasha replied calmly.

Now that she had calmed down, the young amazon sort of felt guilty towards the young man. Had it not been for the sudden darkness, maybe he could've shown off his true potential to the instructor.

Even though it was pitch black and impossible to see, she could hear well the others, and she even recalled that she could "sense" them around her. Perhaps it was a mix of her smell and her hearing that allowed her to know where they were. They seemed to be gathering up to impress the teacher as a group.

It was then that an idea popped up in Akasha's mind. She could still make up to her friend underneath her! When sight fails, other senses prevail, and while Akasha was no master at this, she knew for sure she could at least navigate blindly.

While she was still sitting on top of him, with her face still inches from the guy's, she whispered her plan to his ear.

"Hey, I got an idea. You're rather quick and powerful, aren't you? How about we jump on the Chief-in-training to impress him? I'm pretty sure I can help us move around in this darkness, and I can serve as a leverage point for when you charge at him. Sounds good? Alright, get up!" She enthusiastically said, grabbing his hands as she got off from him.

While she wasn't one to rely on plans most of the times, Akasha's odd state of tranquility made her less brash and more aware of the situation. Some would say it's her hyperactivity that prevented her from focusing. This sudden soothing calm indeed made her more clear-minded. Couple this with the fact that as the weakest Amazon of her tribe, she had to find ways previously to topple down stronger foes.

[Assistant]
NICO LEHMANN

Nico shuffled behind Donovan quietly, heart still far outpacing his slow and unsteady steps. In the ensuing events of his haphazard rush to the worst human on the planet, a black fog had rolled in, the pitch-darkness like a void, and in that terrifying moment when the world turned monochrome a blinding light had burst from the chest of the one person Nico didn't want to feel grateful to.

And yet, this bane of humanity was illuminating the darkness, even more than the vermilion glow of Nico's sigils. As the asswipe's reaction went from anger to a giddy sort of excitement, Nico had only watched in stunned silence, shocked at the turn of events and at himself. His mind faintly registered the sounds of a panther's roar and a thudding impact a short distance away, but he couldn't find the focus to look or care. A thought like a Post-It note pointed out Mikhail's presence nearby, but nothing would process through, the thoughts scattering to the depths of his mind just as soon as they had surfaced, replaced by Nico's confusion.

Why did I do that?

That one thought played on repeat in his mind, every repetition changing an intonation here, an emphasis there.

I don't understand.

A stifling calm had enveloped him, choking out the initial urge to punch the universe's number one asshole despite Nico's guilty relief that his powers had activated after all. Gratitude and hatred was a nauseating combination and Nico found some irritating comfort in the oppressive calm. His eyes flicked to the jerk's hair again, mind automatically noting the muted orange shade once more. He even had more color. A twisting whorl of jealousy spun briefly in Nico's heart before the calm washed it out. Nico's gaze fell to the ground, his vision sliding aimlessly over the grass before fixating on one random location.

Where is this feeling from? Please not him.

Before he could even muster up the will to ask, the two of them had reached another group of students: a small girl with long, black hair and a guy wearing sunglasses despite the black fog.

Something about Varus came up in the conversation, and Nico looked up from the hole he had been trying to bore into the ground with his eyes.

Catch up post for Nico in prep for something else.

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Hidden from everyone else was Valechka. She kept a low profile, laying on her stomach, undetected it seemed. She observed that the others were either too imperceptive or were simply too occupied with their displays of power to notice her. At first, Valechka was intimidated by the situation, unsure of what to do. However, after some waiting patiently, she had deduced what was going on. Under concealment both behind some shrubbery and under the fog, Valechka kept herself steady.

Through the fog, Valechka could discern vague shadows. Some of girls, some of boys, one of a cat, and one of a helicopter. She attempted to restrain herself, waiting until the time was just right. Through the combat screams, banter, and shouting, Valechka was able to hear the person who was apparently their instructor speak. "Impress me through the fog" he said.

Valechka's plan was simple. She was going to hide inside the fog, then when everybody else had wore themselves out, jump out to take everybody, including the instructor, down. Without her trusty mosin, it was the least she could do. Sadly, such a thing could not make it through airport security.

[Assistant]
Alex Kaplan
Interacting with: Alais Méténier
Ninanai

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"With that said, Let's see what you guys have to offer. The headmaster says that all of you have the potential to be great, but I've yet to be convinced. Show me that you belong here; there are no rules, I don't care how you do it. Remember, those who don't make the cut, are out of here."

Challenge accepted.

At least, that was the plan, until the crowd of novice magic-users exploded into chaos. It caught Alex off guard because he was not a fan of pandemonium. Varus's said to impress him not make him laugh. Jumping straight into action was naive and based on the results of the first "attack," quite ineffective. Alex decided to stay back and watch for an opening. He was a close-ranged fighter, so he'd have to get close to Varus somehow. That was his intentions, the best way to get the instructor's attention was to get up in his face and show the man that he belonged at this Academy.

Sadly, life wasn't that easy and liked to throw shit in his way. On top of students randomly breaking out and fighting each other, one special fucking sunflower decided that releasing a cloud of black fog that encompassed the whole training field would be a bright fucking idea. How was he going to get to Varus if he couldn't even see two feet in front of him?

Alex decided he would just have to use his resources to find Varus, he wasn't going to let his hampered vision be the reason why he didn't get accepted into Four Winds. Using his sense of hearing, Alex did his best to follow the sound of voices. If someone could see through the fog, they would notice that Alex's dominant arm (his left one) had turned into a shining silver color. The skin under his shirt was steel as well. He kept his chest and torso steel because it was the largest part of him that could be damaged, and danger could come from any direction in this damned fog.

Loud noises and dim light shined off to his left. As he got closer he noticed it was the brute and the kid he had fought with earlier on in the introduction of Four Winds. Alex kept silent, making sure to stay out of their way, he was aiming for Varus, not a fight with an arrogant prick. In the back of his mind he noted that he had been overwhelmingly calm while close to them. To the point where it was unnatural, his guess was that one of them was enchanted with some sort of aura that controls emotions. It was a shot in the dark, but the further he got from them, the more his normal emotions started coming back.

Finally he found the person he was looking for. Earlier he had observed a girl use some sort of teleportation magic. A power like that could be very useful in this situation.

 "Need some help?" Whether or not she accepted it, Alex would push on and introduce himself. "I'm Alex by the way, and you are?"
He wouldn't ask for her help immediately, he didn't want to sound selfish. Plus, he needed all the friends he could get. So instead of saying anything else he just offered her a small but genuine smile.


[System]
Height: 170 cm | Weight: 59kg

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Age

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24 years

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Personality & History

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Ascelia is the no nonsense head of the Vizwhurz household, a long lineage of Germanic magus hunters from Central and Northern Europe. At first they used to serve as mercenaries in employment of the Church, in an analogous manner to the famous Swiss Guard. However, once opportunities dwindled, they joined the Association, most exclusively to work as Enforcers.

As is expected of the heirs most magus families, Ascelia didn't have that much of a carefree childhood. Because of that her mindset is pretty much a heavy militaristic one. She's someone that probably wouldn't know how to behave very well outside of her usual environment. As a consequence of this Ascelia didn't even put much mind into passing on her bloodline for the time being.

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Abilities

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Most of Ascelia training consisted of reinforcing her body to develop enormous amounts of strength, agility and toughness (for a human). Most of her family's magic methods focus on old Runic Magic, which Ascelia uses for further reinforcement, applying them to her clothes and throwing dagger-like Mystic Codes.

When in a pinch, Ascelia can make use of self-inflicted healing and berserk curses. They can cure all but a instantly fatal blow and allow her to keep on fighting at the expense of later damage to her body and magic circuits. Adding to her abilities, Ascelia possesses a couple of notable family heirlooms. The first is a magic ring craft as a anti-magecraft talisman which provides her with the equivalent of Magic Resistance D. The second is Tyr's Hand, a Conceptual Weapon embodying the sacrifice of the old god Tyr's hand to the fearsome beast Fenrir. Due to this, Ascelia's right hand has the power to slay any Magical Beasts of Phantasmal Rank and below, as well as similar creatures like most familiars. Theoretically this allows Ascelia to harm Beasts of superior rank as well, but she's unlikely to ever survive such a fight.

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Other

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Name: Atalanta
Class: Archer
Abilities:
* Strength: D
* Endurance: E
* Agility: A
* Mana: B
* Luck: C
* Noble Phantasm: C

Class Skills:
* Magic Resistance: D
* Independent Action: A

Personal Skills:
* Crossing Arcadia: B
* Aeshetics of the Last Spurt: C
* Calydonian Hunt: A
* Golden Apple: N/A

Noble Phantasms:
* Phoebus Catastrophe: Complaint Message on the Arrow

	+ Rank: B
	+ Type: Anti-Army
	+ Range: 2~50
	+ Maximum Number of Targets: 100 People
* Agrius Metamorphosis: Boar of Divine Punishment

	+ Rank: B+
	+ Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
	+ Range: 0
	+ Maximum Number of Targets: 1 Person

Personality:
Atalanta is has a very peculiar personality, fruit of her life experience in the Age of Gods. She can be, and most of the time is, very closed toward most people thanks to her being raised by animals, with little to no contact with humans. Acid remarks are not above her either and she could give you a chewing if need be.

She can, mellow out considerably in face of children and when enjoying herself on the wilderness, in fact, Atalanta would do do almost anything for the sake of children and the wilds.

Don't mistake her kindness for weakness. Atalanta is one of the most dangerous Hunters of the Age of the Gods, blessed by the Sibling Deities Apollo and Artemis, she can hit you with pinpoint accuracy A rank attacks in a starless night across an entire valley and her animal instincts and agility make her all but impossible to catch unguarded or keep up with on a skirmish over difficult terrain. With all these traits together, Atalanta is as good as one can expect that the Archer class can get.
Other: N/A

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Nobunobunobu

"Acknowledged. Naval battles are not something I'm proficient in so we must ensnare this woman before she can make her getaway." Continuing to fly about on telekinetic rifles with Master in her arms, the tryant smirked as she enjoyed the air blow past her from the fast momentum. Even more exhilarating then using horses to charge into an army that wasn't ready to fight really. "Anyways, I can see that we're close enough so... It is time to play the part of the villain once more. I love this part, kuahahaha!~"

Cackling madly as flames erupted about her person (while not harming Ai in the least), the awkward seeming duo reconfigured into a large blazing skeleton whose bones contained a black that was akin to the darkest of ashes. Their identity obscured by the effects of the Demon King Skill, both Master and Servant would make quite a splash as they appeared... and Demon Archer shot a scintillating red beam towards the ship in question, just close enough to ensure that it COULD hit with a second shot. Looming over the dragontooth warriors, the much more imposing skeleton then waved its hands as a rain of highly augmented anti-Mystery energy beams fell down from the sky to try to wipe out the mooks in a display of overall strength.

[Assistant]
Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus

The smaller of the Servants blinked a few times as her charge rather... awkwardly managed to escape the hold. Not that it was hard to escape from being carried like that but, enhanced healing of a Servant or not, she was rather surprised that being stabbed in the chest hadn't kept her down for any longer. Well, this was certainly convenient; maybe they would have some idea of what was going on right now. "Umu, I am Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, fifth Roman Emperor and one of your rescuers."

Not that she'd been in need of rescuing per se but it was the thought that counted!

"Ah, could you possibly explain why it is that this town has been consumed by flames? You were fighting Medea for some reason and yet... neither of you appeared to be doing anything likely to start a conflagration of this size or intensity."

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Meran

There was nothing wrong with her app, no matter what Keisuke happened to think. It was perfectly clear! Well, to anyone that wasn't in their seventies at least... which would inevitably include Masters. Still, with the other Servant now up and about, there might be something important to remember. Regardless of whether he really wanted one right now or not, Keisuke was going to receive a message:

"Please try to prevent the Archers from killing Medea until we know more. The other Servant seems to be non-hostile."

Of course, the buzzing in his pocket probably wasn't wanted whilst trying to dodge.

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Atalanta"I did not know you cared for those sloppy familiars of yours," Atalanta replied to Medea accusations towards her. "Furthermore, that was a greeting shot. The fact that you noticed it means that it worked, am I right?"

As soon as Atalanta noticed Medea losing speed after being hit by her arrow, almost dropping to the ground completely, she tensed up becoming a blur of motion. The feline archer demonstrated once more why she was named the fastest Heroic Spirit of the Age of the Gods, closing the gap between her and Medea in the blink of an eye. Atalanta pounced at Medea, trying to pin her to the ground, if only for long enough for the Witch to listen to her.

Whether she succeeded or not, Atalanta would follow the take down attempt by saying "You know just as well as I do that, if I wanted to kill you I would have done so all the way from Colchis. Do you really think that you could avoid all of my shots, if I wanted you dead? Now, are you going to tell me what are you doing here or not, Medea?" Even then, Atalanta was ready to any form of treachery coming from Medea. If the Witch attempted to take her down with a cheap shot or draw Rule Breaker, the leonine archer was ready to dodge and counter at a moment's notice.

[Assistant]
Kumozaki Keisuke

The sudden barrage of lasers raining down from above was enough of a reason for the Enforcer to take a few cautionary steps back, barely avoiding getting tagged by one of the lasers himself. Though he could curse Nobunaga's relative lack of aim later, the fact that he would have to try and rush through a bombardment to try and catch up to Medea was more than enough reason to decide to not do so. Instead of doing something so suicidal, Keisuke decided to simply back off, pulling out the phone that was now furiously buzzing from his pocket to see what the issue was. Luckily, most of the skeleton soldiers in his immediate vicinity were being evaporated by the Servant flying overhead, but this was still a battlefield, and that meant giving at least some respect to the stray projectile that might shave off a few hairs... Or worse.

With a quick glance over the device, Keisuke sighed and slipped it back into his pocket. He had to admit that this whole scenario was something of a mess at the moment, but getting the Servants to not kill Medea? That might be... A bit more difficult than it was on paper. Even so, there was no reason for him to not try anyways.

"Message from the city: don't kill Medea. Disarm and disable is the ideal scenario."

With that message sent, all that he could do now was sit back and wait to see if the outcome of the duel would end in their favor or not.

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Medea
"I care considerably less about them, but resources are resources," the Caster quipped before being tackled straight onto the ground after losing her altitude. The Servant felt her back digging into the ground as Atalanta kept her arms locked firmly to the ground. With her staff tumbling out of her grip as the two screeched to a halt, Medea barely turned her head to the side before letting out a sigh of defeat.

Just a few more seconds and she would have been able to make it out. What a shame.

"Hmph. That pride of yours still hasn't waned, I see. Fine, fine. I concede. I'll tell you what you wish, though it might have been more productive for you to see for yourself. But first, a question: did you not think it strange that I was provoking you? That only the city was in flames, and no more?"

Before Atalanta could respond in turn, Medea continued on, shaking her head as if in disappointment.

"Actually, maybe this question would serve you better. Did you know that the Gods have been unable to tamper with this era, bound by some force beyond their control? The heroes they wished to bend to their will now move for another... And though I loathe any mention of those so-called 'heroes', I cannot stand the thought of someone else playing with lives, both mortal and not, for their own benefit. It is for that sake that I act—far less ruthless than I might otherwise, but that is irrelevant for the moment. Well, what of you, dearest Atalanta? Though you claim to have been able to kill me at any time that you wanted, you have not done so, even though you constantly refer to me as a traitor even now. Even so, your eyes are unclouded, full of mistrust they may be—do you choose to follow and see what I refer to, or will you strike me down here and now?"

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Ozymandias
Before returning back into the burning city once more, the pharaoh paused to watch as the formerly-incapacitated Servant rolled out of Nero's arms and onto the ground below, causing him to cautiously raise his staff...

Only to lower it once he saw that the Servant was not in any particularly aggressive mood as she had been moments earlier. This was strange, of course, but even he was not apt to take a blessing for granted, and thus decided to stand by and watch the spectacle unfold just in case.

The blindfolded Servant, on the other hand, seemed to stare at Nero (or would be, if her blindfold wasn't blocking her eyesight) in confusion for a moment before shaking her head and letting her arms relax at her side.

"I... Do not know what you speak of. My mind is as much a blur as far as I can remember, save for..."

As those last words slipped out of her mouth, the Servant's body immediately tensed up and she turned towards the west, a noticeable frown and creased brow as any clear for all to see.

"My sisters! I have to get back to them now!" she began to say before beginning to dash off. As before, though, without full control over her ability to move, she simply fell over again onto the ground.

Ozymandias simply stood by and watched the farce for only a few seconds more before stepping forward to give his own input.

"I shall leave these sphinxes behind to aid in extinguishing these flames if we decide to go see what this Servant means. Though that in turn begs the question... You. What is your true name? We have had statements in passing, but no more; I wish to hear it straight from the source, so to speak. The pharaoh commands it: state thy name."

At that, the female Servant flinched and, with a bit of hesitation, began to speak.

"...Rider, Medusa. I care not what you do with me after, but for now, my sisters—!"

@Raineh Daze@KoL@Rin@Grey Star

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Atalanta
Atalanta let go off Medea as soon as she began to explain the situation, but not very much. Instead of backing away from her, Atalanta just freed Medea's arms, while still keeping the Witch pinned down under her, wary of any attempts trickery that may come her way.

"How come someone, or something, is able to do such a feat?" Atalanta asked of Medea. As a Heroine from the Age of the Gods, such a proposition was all but unthinkable, as a chosen warrior of Artemis, Atalanta couldn't see what Medea said as nothing short of blasphemy. That said, it didn't take much for the leonine huntress to figure that something was feeling indeed wrong. "How dare such defiance be allowed to happen?" Atalanta thought, furrowing her brow.

"I have it under control. Don't worry, Keisuke," Atalanta replied a moment later when Keisuke ordered her to not kill Medea, if possible.

As soon as she was done replying to her Master, Atalanta turned back to Medea. "Who's on that ship and, supposing my goals match yours, what are you planning to? Also, why were you fighting someone like that woman? If my guess is right, she can be no one other than the Gorgon slain by Perseus, why is she even here? Your answer only left me with even more questions. Unless," she paused for a moment figuring that some truth may have escaped her senses, "don't say to me that you were trying to use Rule Breaker to free her of the force you say that's controlling the other Heroes? That seriously doesn't sound like you, Medea. Aside from the time you healed me, when was you so forgiving?"