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Frost

"Why don't you take a chill pill?"

Vitals
Age: 29

Sex: Male

Date of birth: 22nd May, 1986

Lineage: -

Class/Major: Rogue

Class/Minor: Mage

Occupation: Detective

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Marital Status: Widower

Birthplace: New York, New York

Blood Type: B+

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 6'

Weight: 177 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Snow white, waist length hair tied into a long, thin ponytail.

General Appearance: Anthropomorphic wolf. Normally wears a thick hoodie over a shirt, a grey square cap on his head, jeans and sneakers. His hands are usually adorned with a pair of plain black fingerless gloves.

Skin Tone/Condition: Normal grey wolf fur colours.

Markings: Two sky blue arrows that start on his cheeks, pointing towards his eyes. The other ends of the arrows travels as stripes down his neck, shoulders and onto his arms, where they end as arrows again on the tops of his hands. These markings glow a pale blue.

Combat Stats

Dominant Hand: Right

Equipment:

-Upper Body: Nil

-Lower Body: Nil

Weapons
* Black Blade - A standard length katana with a wholly black blade, the sword is Daniel's power focus. He can channel his ice energy into it to make it flash freeze anything he hits, and it is also bound to him; he can summon it anywhere he chooses to.
* Eagles - Two IMI Desert Eagle pistols with engraved grips. These pistols, born from magical energy, do not run out of ammunition, instead shooting bullets of compressed magic. In turn, Daniel can channel his ice into the guns to make them shoot ice bullets that freeze their targets solid.

Abilities
* Super Speed - 0-60 in 2.6 seconds, max speed 190 mph.
* Enhanced Strength - Able to lift 1/2 ton (1,000 lbs).
* Enhanced Reflexes - fast enough to catch a humming bird in mid flight or an arrow in mid flight.
* Heightened Senses - Smell, sight, hearing, range of 50 meters (100 feet).

Magic
* Ice Elemental - Daniel, once flesh and bone, is now a being wholly made of ice. His intensive training with the element has made him so in tune with it that he has become one with the cold. As such, basic physical attacks to his body cannot harm him, as he will simply refreeze any injuries he suffers. He is also highly skilled in the use of ice magicks. Magical attacks, however, will cut past the ice that once was his flesh and injure his inner being, making him bleed in that sense.
* Mark of the Rogue - Representing the Rogue, Daniel is able to travel at speeds faster than the naked eye can follow, along with being able to easily navigate terrain, staying out of sight and being a very fast attacker. All this emphasis on speed does reduce his ability to hit harder than he's normally able to.

Bio

Voice: Deep, raspy, compelling.

Personality: Cool and collected, cunning and lethal, Daniel makes it a point to let everyone know that he means business and that if you cross him, bad things will happen to you. That being said, he treats his friends with the utmost care and concern; if you are on his good side, you are a best friend to him. Acquaintances that have likewise earned his trust and respect are people whom he will also treat very well.

Backstory: Born in New York City, Daniel Anderson took into his father's footsteps by enrolling in the NYPD and becoming an officer. With hard work and determination, he took up his late dad's desk as a detective and began a long, hard career in the service.

Near his fifth year in the office he was taken over by a powerful celestial force known as the Protectorate, and was transformed into a Protector; a powerful demigod whose sole purpose was to ensure the safety of the world. He trained with the best and made many friends around the world, demigods one and all. Together he and his Guardians went on many an adventure, with the safety of the planet often hanging in the balance.

After several decades, Earth began to decay. Society collapsed, the environment ran rampant and turned the world into a wasteland. Still he persevered, though the more years he spent on the earth, the more of his Guardians fell to the ravages of time, age and injury. It was then that he realised that the world didn't need him any more; it was dying, and soon it would be time for the demigod, now nearly a full god in terms of power, to leave for greener pastures. One of the remaining Guardians suggested that he venture into the multiverse; a plane where worlds and universes collided, an interdimensional highway, so to speak. An endless amount of possibilities lay within, and the promise of more power. So he went, leaving the ailing Earth to the care of the remaining Guardians, and entered the multiverse as a wanderer.

Now Daniel is no longer a god. He considers himself more of an elemental than anything else. His wanderings have brought him far and wide, though recognition is sparse. A run-in with a Dreamer ages ago was the closest he'd been to making a friend in the multiverse.

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His opponent dropped almost instantly into a crouch, barely avoiding his first bullet and the second, well, that was a clear miss anyway whatever. In that moment of time, second by second, only sheer speed would suffice.

Metz's gun was still pointed straight at him, and his enhanced senses caught the sound of his finger depressing the trigger once more, and so he moved, way before he even had a chance to fire. He twisted to the left, taking a step back as he leaned backward and moved out of the way of that incoming bullet, still training his handgun at his opponent though its weight threw his aim off slightly. As his opponent fired and inevitably missed, so too did he fire, once this time.

He had aimed at the man's center, but the quick dodging movement threw his aim low and slightly to his right, ending with his gun pointing somewhere at Metz's left thigh or shin, bound to end up missing if his opponent moved quick enough like he already had.

As he did this, however, his right hand shot up to his second pistol and drew it too, but held it up and ready without firing. Overextension would make him lose his center of gravity and have him fall flat on his back, which he didn't want.

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With another shot missed Metz quickly pulled back the hammer on his pistol, really feeling the disadvantage of the more aged design of his weapon. He had fallen into a full crouch so quickly that he had to steady himself with his left hand to the floor, or so it seemed, though in actuality he was simply unleashing his magic.

The brown circle appeared on the ground and disappeared simultaneously as he immediately activated the spell, the Earth pillar bursting from the ground in a four foot diameter around him. Luckily for him the incoming bullet bounced off the hard basalt stone that his pillar had caused to rocket upwards in a six inch thick cylinder with himself in the middle. The rock stopped at a height of eight feet, curling in on itself to form a solid rock ceiling over the Mage, effectively entombing him within the structure.

Within the cylinder, Metz was able to catch his breath after the incredibly short but intense gunfight, thankful that he had the foresight to prepare the protective shell around himself in the opening stages of the fight. He had only cast the one spell, but his mana reserves were already falling and he judged he had only forty seconds of magic left in him, a sad state of affairs for any self-respecting mage. However, the beauty of his technique was that he could imbue the ground itself with his energy, locking it into a circle that could then form a pillar of element, so there was no reason for him to sit around and lose his mana needlessly.

His mind began to calculate the Arena, visualising the platforms on which the combatants were forces to remain. It was perfect for him, and all he needed to use his abilities was a vague image of where the place he wanted to imbue with a circle was, he had much better than that.

The initiative was with him now, his opponent might have options available to him, but attacking him within his stony fortress would be difficult, while Metz was more than capable of making life hell for him outside.

His eyes shifted, and his hands began to weave in a calculated fashion the pillar of flame.

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"Huh."

Puzzled, he stood straight again, stowing the gun in his right hand as his opponent encased himself in a stone cylinder. Strange, but it gave him pause for thought.

The arena itself was weirdly made, like, platforms that weren't connected? Really? Plus these things were huge!

The statues around the arena were nice and all, but he saw little point in them. And since his opponent was busy doing whatever the hell he was doing inside that cylinder, he had little else to do.

"Hmm."

As he didn't know what his opponent was doing, exactly, Daniel decided to make him a little nervous in his stone shell. With a running leap and a burst of strength and speed, he cleared the gap between the platforms easily enough, landing hard enough to at least be audible; the whole chamber was deathly silent, after all. As he did this, he charged his ice magics, gathering them within his body and dispersing them through his feet and into the platform they now shared. The ground underneath the mage's feet would get strikingly cold extremely quickly, and the cold would carry up along the stone that he was encased in, slowly frosting over all around him, inside and out. The frost was blistering cold in itself; just by being encased within the stone capsule, he was now in a freezer.

As Daniel did this, he slowly walked around the cylinder, unsure of what to do next, but with his handgun pointed at the chamber at all times. If the man were to undo his barrier, he could shoot as soon as he saw body or whatever else came first.

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As Daniel dawdled, wasting precious time outside his cylinder, Metz weaved an intricate fire spell. His plan was ultimately simple, if he created a shell of stone around himself his opponent would be forced to come close and investigate, and then Metz could see how tough he really was. With each passing second he could increase the radius of his pillar of fire, so that in just ten seconds it covered twenty feet, which was incidentally how long it took his foe to come up with a strategy for defeating his stone shell. He was impressed when he felt the first inkling of cold transfer itself through the stone walls of his cylinder, though the thickness of the stone provided him ample protection at first, it would soon betray him as it transferred the cold. However, to say that he would freeze to death in a matter of seconds would be a vast overstatement of the effects of cold on Metz, boosted by mana to become three times the man he should be, his body was capable of regulating itself to such an advanced degree he was hardly bothered at all.

The only problem was, with each passing second he weaved, and grew cold, his mana was burning low. Still, he only needed an additional five seconds, and his foe gave him just that as he slowly approached the pillar, just barely audible outside to Metz' increased capabilities when under the effect of mana.

"Let's see if you burn."

The red circle manifested itself around the very edge of his platform, glowing an iridescent colour as fire suddenly billowed upwards, moving exceedingly quickly as it had a solid sixty feet height to reach in under a second. The fire erupted from every space of open ground around the rock cylinder, and billowed up and over the roof leaving no spot of safety for anyone trapped on the platform as the pillar erupted in flame at 1500 degrees Celsius. If his opponent had time to freeze the stone pillar solid before the heat erupted he might have been in trouble, but for the three seconds the fire burned with its incredible intensity the rock held and Metz was safe. However, as the last lick of flame spouted from the great pillar he felt empty and dropped to one knee, his mana spent.

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The circle of red around the edge of the platform glowed and flared a bright crimson.

Daniel's eyes widened.

He bolted for the edge of the platform, covering his soles in ice as he slid and skated his way across the expanse.

Too soon, too late.

As he reached the edge the flame ring exploded beneath him, the fire and searing flames scorching his entire body. As he covered his face with his arms he kept on running, falling face first off the edge of the platform, his clothes and fur on fire as he plummeted the distance to the floor, impacting with a dull thud. Almost immediately he stood back up, exercising his ice powers as he flash froze himself in a thin layer of ice to douse the flames. The damage had been done, however; the extreme searing heat had shorn off a lot of his clothes, singed his fur and burned his flesh in places. Stuff that would heal slowly; wounds made with magic healed a lot slower than regular physical wounds. It pierced through his elemental self like a dagger. Though thankfully not as severe as he had thought, this wouldn't go away until he finished the fight or had some sort of miracle happen.

From his position beneath the platform, he could see it glowing slightly with the sheer heat. Weary and wounded as he was, he had an idea. The stone like this, upon extreme heating, would expand, theoretically. And, with liberal application of cold, would instantly contract and severely weaken, he would hope.

He trudged to the bottom of the platform, leaning against the central strut to rest while he let his ice magic expand through the platform, the icy cold spreading up through the strut and into the platform itself, dropping its temperature significantly fast. No doubt Metz would feel his feet grow chilly and cold air build from beneath him as Daniel did this, though since the mage was still trapped in his stone cell, he couldn't see where he was.

A single flake of ash began to descend from the ceiling, from where Metz's fires had scorched it in a towering inferno. Then another, more and more peeled away from the ceiling of the chamber, drifting down onto the battlefield like snow.


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Age: 15

Element: Light

Appearance:

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Personality: Vera is a laidback yet confident individual with a desire to be warm and amiable towards others. She gives off a refined, elegant vibe that may make her come across as arrogant or cause her friendliness to be perceived as superficial. She may also seem nonchalant and even a little naïve at times. Vera has the tendency to take her privileges for granted and overlook the needs of others, usually unintentionally, but takes no offence at being reminded about her display of such behaviour as she is willing to learn to get along with others, unless of course, that means going against anything she feels strongly about.

History: Vera was born into a well-to-do family that owed their wealth to their ownership of SnuqHomes, a well-known furniture and home accessories company in the region where she grew up. Being an only child, she was constantly pampered with expensive gifts by her parents, but not so much with their time due to their busy schedules. Still, Vera was contented with her life and all it provided her with, right up till her early teens. Well, till she turned fifteen, to be exact, for that was the year when she learned that she was gifted with the element of light, much to the dismay of her family.

Due to general prejudice towards Elementalists, Vera's parents, who were highly-respected business figures were apprehensive about the status of the family. They were acquainted with many who were not exactly tolerant of those gifted with elemental powers. If word got out that their own daughter was an Elementalist, much trouble may follow. At a loss of what to do, Vera's parents resorted to travelling to an Elementalist community in secret in an attempt to seek advice regarding their current situation. That was when they learnt of Elemental Academy, a solution that they were thankful for. After they returned from the visit, Vera was promptly and discreetly sent off to the academy where she was free to use her gift and no longer had to hide it.

Equipment: A pair of dome magnifying glasses she experiments with to attempt amplifying her powers.

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Freya
w/ @Crusader Lord @Pseudo Stygian + everyone else present :D
4:00 PM, Academy Grounds (Underground)

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Freya really had no idea what's going on.

One second she was hanging out with the shy but kind-hearted Lyra and the fierce and determined Diana, her new roommate, and then the next thing she knew she was travelling deep, deep underground with a bunch of other people she guessed were her classmates. She was even tempted to turn back and run away but she thought it wouldn't make a good impression for her. She decided not let fear take over so she recalled her lunch together with her two newfound bestfriends, sighing dreamily while rubbing her belly.

When they reached their destination, Freya's eyes widened as she looked around the vastness of this cavern. Suddenly she felt really small. "I think I need to pee", she squeaked. Moving a bit farther, she noticed several sunken platforms that look suspiciously like... Oh crud, she thought to herself. If this is what I think it is then I am hella screwed.

She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She can't allow herself to be ruled over by her fear. Besides, her parents warned her that this academy isn't just all fun and games. Even though she hates fighting in general, she decided to just wing it and do her best whatever the outcome is.

Freya gulped and stood around aimlessly while waiting for further instructions.

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Thora

Academy Grounds, Underground

It was not that unusual that nobody had noticed Thora's presence in the last three months. She was, all in all, quite the unremarkable girl, if it weren't for her toolbox mounted on her hips.
Today, however, she was also carrying an oddly gun shaped contraption on her back as she descended into the tunnels underneath the academy.

Of course she knew that, if her abilities were to be tested and graded, she would probably fail. But according to her mother's wish, her grades did not matter, not much at least. Getting kicked out of school was not necessarily what her parents sent her here for.

She rolled her eyes as she strode further into the deepness, shaking her head to get her thoughts to stop wandering about. Thora needed to focus. The last test of her gun went fairly well, but there were several kinks that she still needed to work on, especially when it came to focusing the beam.

Even as more and more people came into sight, Thora did not pay them any heed, she was only focused on her water gun, which she was now closely inspecting the muzzle of.
The patterns with which the stream erupted from said muzzle was too erratic for her. It would work, sure, but it was not efficient enough. In all honesty, it could not be efficient enough. Only when the stream would come out with exactly 0° deviation would she be really be satisfied, which she knew, was pretty much impossible. Nevertheless, she would try her best to achieve as little wobble as possible.

Arriving at the central chamber, Thora leaned against a wall and mustered the cave extensively. Whatever ability tests they were going to pull here, this complex would do, she hoped.
The only thing she could now reliably do with what she had on hand was target practice... though, if pressed, she could probably also construct something to help her in some way with whatever chicanery the teachers had come up with.

Usually, in class, nobody cared about her and she didn't either. She reckoned, that everybody had probably already forgotten that she ever existed, not that her seat in the back of the class helped her with that feat in any sort of way. On the contrary, her being as tiny as she was, and in class often occupied with other things, probably not even the teachers really noticed her, which could be a good thing... or a bad thing... Not that she really cared about that either.

She looked over her rather clunky and crude looking gun one more time, before she found herself a nice tall stone slab to sit on and stare at all the others from her raised platform.
That she hasn't made contact with a lot of her classmates, she sometimes does regret... sometimes. Yes, sometimes. Only sometimes.

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It did not take long for Professor Dawn to figure out what Vera's trick was. She beamed with pride at how excited the teacher seemed to be at her progress. She was not sure if that actually meant much, considering that she was still a first-year student after all. Vera was intrigued by Professor Dawn's tendency to involuntarily turn invisible. How was she able to do such a thing without thinking, while Vera had to concentrate at least a fair bit to control the light around her? Did it all just come with practice? As of now, she found it rather difficult to comprehend how invisibility could even be achieved by photon control.

She released her control of the light, letting the image she was seeing in front of her eyes vanish as the teacher approached. She turned to her in confusion at her request to "not make her any older than she already was". If Professor Dawn had not mentioned it, it would never had occurred to Vera that addressing one as such would give such an impression. To her, it was merely a polite way of addressing another female.

"Oh, I apologize, Ma- Ms. Dawn," she stuttered at the end, still getting used to the idea. "I had no idea that it would make you feel like that."

What the teacher said after was quite accurate. In her classes, students were all allowed to be themselves and express themselves however they wanted. Vera was certain that she was in for another fun session of working on her creativity, though she was still getting accustomed to the mess she would get all over herself after every art class. To make things even better, Vera was also looking forward to what was going to take place after classes. Apparently, the academy had something planned for the students today, and she was rather excited for what was to come.


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Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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"I feel a lot better," Caspian confirmed with a smile when Iris asked how he was doing. He'd caught the slight waver in her voice, so he wanted to assure her that he had almost fully recovered. His injuries had been severe, but the medicine in the capital was unmatched by any other countries on the continent, so even though only a week had gone by, he was practically healed. All that was left to remind him of the wounds were the slight ache in his leg that formed when he spent too much time walking on it and the white scars that were developing over the worst of his surface injuries. For the most part, he could scarcely tell that he'd been stabbed, shot and broken just recently.

As she went on to tell him about when she and Miles had been up to during the lockdown, he nodded along attentively, glad to hear that she had stayed busy. The one thing his friend was good at was providing distractions when times were hard. His chipper attitude and eagerness to take everyone's minds off their troubles were appreciated by both himself and Jay. "Oh yeah?" he mused. "What games did you play?" He was also relieved that she was still gaining memories back. It may not have been much, but to him, it was a sign that she was still recovering from the head wound that had given her amnesia. Any progress she made toward recovering the person she had been before that night was important to him.

"We had a whole week, so I taught her a few different ones," Miles answered. "Rummy, Hearts, Spades, Blackjack, even Go-Fish." He glanced at her with a smirk and then scoffed when she accused him of cheating. "Whatever. If anyone has been cheating, it's you. I've never lost at Rummy that many times in a row in my life! I know you've been pocketing aces, Iris. Don't try to deny it."

Watching the two banter as if they were old friends, Caspian felt another sting of envy that threatened to wipe the pleasant expression off his face. He wished he could have been the one to be locked up with Iris for a whole week. He'd had that much time with her when they had been in the districts, of course, but their time together hadn't been all fun and games. They had been running for their lives from the rebellion. Absently, he leaned into his chair and folded his arms over his chest, struggling to mask his jealousy. He knew he shouldn't be upset. It had been his idea to hide her with Miles when she'd left the hospital, after all. To be frustrated that the two had bonded would have been hypocritical. Yet he couldn't help himself. Insecurity bubbled up inside of him, and he remarked flippantly, "I believe her. You know you don't always play fair, Miles."

His friend turned toward him with a frown, catching the subtle passive-aggressive tone of his voice but not understanding what had provoked it. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Inwardly, Cas cringed, knowing he was letting his emotions get the best of him again. Miles didn't deserve that. Even if he had taken interest in Iris, it was because he didn't know they were together. But are we still? He wondered suddenly, stricken with a flash of worry. Before the lockdown, he'd thought he and Iris were on the same page, but what if she had only fancied him because he was the only eligible man around? Now that she'd spent a week getting to know someone else, what if she'd decided she liked the other high born better? They had never talked about being exclusive with one another, so she'd had every right to explore other options while they were apart. He swallowed hard, wishing they could be alone so he could find out where her head was at now that she'd spent time with someone else.

"You're safe now," he confirmed in response to Iris's question, dodging the one his friend had asked by latching onto the other subject. "I talked to the head of security about it… Jacob. He figured out that we were the ones who helped you escape, but he agreed not to say anything after I explained the whole situation to him. He said he would tell the soldiers that you were taken back to the districts already. I know him well, and I'm sure we can trust him to keep his word."

"Wow," Miles whistled. "That was lucky." He turned back to Iris. "Looks like you're in the clear, rebel girl."

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"I would never cheat!!" Iris found herself laughing as Miles turned it back to her, the idea that she would cheat was preposterous, but she liked the fact he would tease her back. Again, the bright chipper mood taking away whatever worries she had faced. They were still there in the back of her mind, but it was easy to focus on something else if only for a second. "I can assure you I did not pocket any aces; I didn't even have pockets! I wasn't even wearing anything with sleeves. You're just a sore loser." Biting back as she could see the smirk on Miles face and she knew already he was just winding her up, but she couldn't even stay fake mad at him.

Though she found her gaze wandering back to Cas, the smile being replaced by a frown at the tone of his voice. Seeing him with folded arms over his chest she felt like he was becoming closed off, that he didn't want to talk or share with them and she felt the worry creep back in. The thought that he actually might not be interested in her anymore, that maybe over the week he had come to find that he wasn't attracted to her and it had just been the adventure that had drawn them close. I thought… we were together? Maybe I got it wrong? Iris had to stop herself from just outright asking him what his problem was, worried that it would just cause a fight and he would admit to not liking her anymore. Words she didn't want to hear leave his lips. Iris knew she was probably overreacting to this, but the flashes of that vivid nightmare she experienced a week ago when he had said he never loved her haunted her.

What if I just said something that offended him. Maybe he doesn't like the fact I'm insulting his best friend? I must have done something wrong. Nerves began to build up as she couldn't help but fidget uncomfortably on the sofa worried to speak for a moment because she thought she had done something wrong. Watching Cas she felt herself ease a little as he confirmed she was safe, deciding to focus on this subject of the conversation making her feel a little silly as she had probably just overreacted and read too much into it. "Jacob knows?" There was worry in her voice, not because the guard knew but she still couldn't shake off the worry that Cas didn't like her.

"Rebel girl?" Smiling slightly as Miles made the comment, she relaxed a little more, Jacob could be trusted as Cas had said and she believed his word. "I can't believe he agreed to it…" Shaking her head she was slightly shocked that he had agreed to keep his word and even throw the soldiers off of her scent. "I'm starting to build up a debt here for people saving my life." Trying to make a joke, hoping that it would cheer up Cas a little, she still wondered what brought on that tone of voice. "Though thinking on it, I'm fairly certain that Jacob was the one that made the prison take me to the hospital. If he hadn't have done that, I don't know what would have happened." Iris could remember hearing his voice bark the orders at someone about moving her, she was certain it was Jacob though it was hard to recall without thinking on that painful time.

Determined not to dwell on the matter Iris grinned at the boys clapping her hands together, "We should celebrate lockdown being lifted. I know I don't want to sit around here dwelling on the past. I am safe, you guys aren't going to be punished. We should be happy. What shall we do?" Hoping that it would brighten up everyones mood and keep her own mind off of the depressing thoughts.

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"You heard me," Miles grinned at Iris cheekily, getting her back for calling him a sore loser. "I stand by it. You were a rebel of Aspiria, and now you're a rebel of rebels. It's fitting." He couldn't tell at all if she was reciprocating his playful flirting or if she was just teasing him in a friendly manner. She was too personable to differentiate between the two. However, she had yet to push him away when he'd sat beside her on the sofa, so he took it as a green light to keep making an effort without pushing her boundaries too much. Besides, it was amusing to poke fun at her. She was a good sport, and she return each verbal blow with a swing of her own that only egged him on.

Meanwhile, Caspian felt restless as he watched one of his closest friends sidle up to Iris so comfortably. He wished he could just say something to ward Miles off, but his tongue was tied as long as they were trying to keep their relationship—or what was left of it—a secret from everyone else. Additionally, he was no longer certain if it was even his place to tell other men off from her at all. If she had decided that she wanted to test the waters with someone else, he couldn't stop her.

He averted his gaze uneasily. They had exchanged 'I love you's at the rebels' prison, but what if it had just been the heat of the moment to her? In retrospect, they hadn't been together for very long, so their ties to one another weren't very deep. Maybe all it had taken was one week apart for her to decide she wanted to be with someone else. Of course, it was also possible that he was overreacting and that nothing had changed between them, but it was hard to stay positive when it looked like she was chatting up another man right in front of him. His initial excitement to see her again was quickly being replaced with hot tendrils of jealousy and doubt.

"You don't owe anyone anything," Miles waved a hand dismissively. "We're helping because we want to, not because we want something from you. And I swear to god, Nox-Fleuret, if you try to pay me back, I will kick your ass to the curb." As he spoke the fake warning, he poked her shoulder with one finger to emphasize the point.

When Iris mentioned Jacob, Cas risked turning back to her, surprised to hear that Jacob had been the one to send her to the hospital. The guard hadn't mentioned that when they had talked before. "He did?" he mused, wondering why Jacob had gotten involved at all. Usually he said he was too busy to deal with the affairs at the penitentiary, so he had obviously made an exception for her. He doubted he would ever be given an answer to the question though. The guard was far too reserved to explain what had caused him to make Iris his personal responsibility.

The sound of Iris's hands clapping together pulled the prince from his thoughts, and he nodded at her idea. Putting his own sour mood aside, he agreed that they should celebrate now that the worst was over. She deserved to have closure after everything she'd been through. "I don't know," he said contemplatively, trying to come up with an idea. "Miles, this is your house. What do you think we should do?"

"I have a few ideas," his friend smiled mischievously. "Champagne, takeout from a restaurant of Iris's choice, and, if anyone wants to have a little more fun, something from my stash."

"Ugh, more alcohol?" Cas wrinkled his nose. "My stomach is still recovering from the last time we got drunk."

"Then don't have any," Miles shrugged. "That's what the other stuff is for."

"I think I'll just stick to the food," Cas shook his head. He wasn't very fond of the drugs other high borns like his friend indulged in either. He used them every once in a while, but he preferred not to touch the stuff unless he was feeling especially daring at a party. Usually when Jay and Miles got high, he was the one making sure they didn't do anything stupid before they sobered up.

"Suit yourself," Miles rolled his eyes and turned back to Iris. "So, what are you in the mood for? I bet I can name a restaurant that makes any kind of food you would want to eat."


[System]
Age: 16 (going on 17)
Personality: She's tough, mean (especially to Slicks), stubborn, and ruthless. But, that's just on the outside. On the inside she's just a big softy who would rather do things in a non violent way. She also cares very deeply about her looks. If her hair isn't perfect she won't go out anywhere. (Curly hair is hard to deal with)

Bio: She was born to a rich family. She has 7 older brothers (and one lazy cat), her being the youngest. All of them give her a tough time for being the youngest. But they all still love her the same. She gets into trouble very often, so they all decided to teach her how to fight. Or at least enough to defend herself.

Ever since she was little, she was treated more like a boy than a girl. Dressing up in pants than skirts, wearing her brothers' hand-me downs, hanging out with guys instead of girls, etc. Even though she was raised around tough brothers, her softer side is full of love for music.

Her dream was to become a pianist. Her parents refused to let her play piano. They wanted her to work in the family business. (A chain of diners throughout the state) She had used her allowance to sneak off and hire a tutor to teach her late at night. Her brothers do quite a good job of keeping cover for her.

Her brothers names (from oldest to youngest):
Lenny
Charlie
Antonio
Oliver
Andy
Jacob
Wilson

Her personality says slick, but she's really a royal.

[User]
Corrine panted softly. She fixed her hair and had calmed down a bit. The can feel the stares of the other classmates give her a chill down her spine. She had never been late to class before. But it wasn't her fault. It was her first day of school, albeit in the middle of the week, and she had no idea where to go! One of the staff members was kind enough to give her a map of the school, but it was covered in the notes and scribbles Corrine had put on it.

Corrine gulps and bows deeply.

"I-I'm very sorry for interrupting class! I promise it won't happen again Miss... Miss... Corrine takes out the sheet of paper, her reading glasses, and looks for the teacher's name. "Mrs. Flaherty! I apologize. I'm new here and I had gotten lost on the way. Please forgive my tardiness!" Her face burns red as she can hear some of the students chuckle at her outburst. The look on Mrs. Flaherty's is that of a displeased mother.

"I'll be taking my seat now..." Corrine's voice is much softer than her usual bubbly self. She quickly takes an empty seat in the back of the classroom. Luckily, it was one of her favorite spots. It was somewhat near the window, had an ok view of the chalk board, and she got to see what was going on between the students from the back.

Her heart pounded hard and fast, ready to burst out of her chest. How could she have done something so embarrassing? She was never late for anything, especially class! Her face grew more and more red. Thinking about it wasn't helping. She buried her face in her thick, curly hair, hoping to suffocate herself to keep her from the shame. What were her classmates thinking of her? She wasn't a bad kid, honest! She didn't even bother to ask anyone for the page number, she felt too embarrassed.

[Assistant]
A sweet dream manifested itself in the real world. Like a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dull grey classroom. For Rolo, 'twas like a sign from above. That fate had ordained that the two shall be thrown together again and again. For the universe could only ever reach balance and alignment if they were to join as one. A union to be heralded throughout the ages. Ballads would be made about their story, and sung by the greatest of bards. On the courts of kings emperors alike. A love that blooms in the darkest of times, and brightens the darkest of lives.

Rolo stared at Corinne as she walked into the classroom. She walked past his desk. Passing him like he wasn't there. It wasn't very difficult to notice Rolo, even in a crowd. But it seemed like he was completely invisible to her.

As the class progressed, Rolo couldn't help but steal the occasional glance at her. For someone so sweet to love someone such as he. How lucky could he be?

Giggling could be heard yet again from near the front of the class. It was barely stifled yet it kept getting louder.

"Do you find the suffering of the lower classes amusing young man!?" asked Mrs. Laherty. She was clearly pissed off.

"Uhh no miss." answered Divo.

"Give me that note!" demanded the teacher.

"Hey!" exclaimed Divo as the old manatee snatched the note from his hand.

"Check out the little cookie who came late to class. I wouldn't mind coating her with my frosting." read the literature teacher.

The class erupted into a sea of raucous laughter. Rolo noticed that Corinne was starting to look very uncomfortable. The amount of guilt and anger he felt started to boil over into a foam of violent rage. Rolos face was so tense that he looked like he was about to break his desk in two.

"Shut the hell up you squares! Or I swear I'll shove my fist up all your asses!" thundered Rolo.

The laughter switched off like a light. Nobody messed with Rolo.

"My word!" exclaimed Mrs. Flaherty.

She considered sending Rolo to the principles office but she decided against it. She was secretly impressed with the authority the large student exercised over the others.

[User]
Shocked. That's the only word to describe how Corrine felt. Shocked. She looked up from her ringlets to hear a familiar voice. The curly haired girl knew that voice from a mile away. It was Rolo again! She had been meeting with him quite often. This had to be a coincidence, right? Except he didn't seem as sweet as he was before. In fact, he seemed pretty terrifying. His loud, booming voice was enough to make her heart skip a beat. She could feel her body shudder. But it certainly didn't help the swelling embarrassment she had inside her.

She could feel hot tears form at the corner of her eyes and sting as they slowly slid down her face. She quickly covered her face with her hair once more; This time, covering her whole face. If she didn't make a sound, maybe no one would look at her. Oh, how she wished the class would end so she could wallow in a hole. Or maybe she could jump out the window quickly and save her from the shame.

To distract her, she quickly took out a book. It was nothing that they were learning in class, but one of her personal books. Something to help her clam down while the class was too busy paying attention to something, rather someone, else. The scanned through the pages, but it was no use.

Why couldn't this day just end and save her the suffering? Why was fate such a cruel and fickle mistress? Her stomach turned in knots as she thought of what might happen next. Would people make fun of her? Would they spread rumors and ruin her social life? Such lewd statements could destroy her reputation if taken the wrong way.

[Assistant]
"Get the hell back up!" roared Rolo.

It was during lunchtime when Rolo made his displeasure known. He never felt this way before. He never knew he could be so livid with his best friends, but things were different then. Everything had changed. And it was all because of her. Why did she have to waltz into his life like that? Why did she have to make things awkward between himself and his closest friends? Everything was so much simpler before. But no longer. It was plain to see that there was no going back from those punches. It was done. Things would never be the same again. For better or worse.

Switch and Divo were sprawled on the ground in the middle of the football field. A large crowd had gathered around to watch the internal drama of the Salt Bay Turbos unfold before their very eyes. Such a thing was not a very common occurrence. Rolo loomed over them looking both grim and menacing.

They picked themselves up from the ground and faced Rolo directly. They looked up into his face. A fierce stare met their gaze.

"Look big guy. You can hit us all day if you want. But we won't fight back. We're friends. No! To hell with that! We're brothers!" yelled Divo.

"But we won't apologise for nothin. We're outlaws. We do what we want, we say what we want. Ain't no little broad ever gonna get in the way of that!" yelled Swtich.

"Shut the hell up! She's special to me!" Rolo roared.

"You're letting this little chick change you! You're gonna end up putting her before us!" yelled Divo.

"Yeah! Whatever happened to brothers for life!?" yelled Switch.

"I uh, shut up!" Rolo yelled again.

Rolo brought his fist up again to strike, but then he saw it. The steely determination in the eyes of his friends. He knew that they wouldn't dodge his punch, no matter how hard he would hit. They were his best friends in the world. Brothers for life.

He suddenly felt ashamed of his actions. Rolo never regretted punching people before. But this time, it was different.

"Fellas I, I..." Rolo started to say before he was cut off.

"Alright boys break it up! I will not have any roughhousing in my school!" declared principal Stern.

"But sir, they were just..." Chet was starting to say before he too was cut off.

"I don't want to hear it!" yelled principal Stern.

"You three! Principals office! Now!" demanded the principal.

Rolo, Chet, and Divo wordlessly followed the principal to his office. Not caring in the slightest how much their reputation had been compromised.

Chet shook his head to himself. What was happening to his crew? Who was this girl that Rolo was obsessed with? It was that girl from literature class, the one that came late. The one whom Switchs note was referring to. Chet decided to go check her out later on. To see what was up for himself.

A little further away, Charles watched everything unfold. He grinned smugly to himself. His plan was going to be a heck of a lot easier than he thought it would be. Perhaps, Charles thought, he owed this mysterious girl his thanks. She was doing him a great service. When the time is right, he decided.

[User]
Corrine was sitting outside of the cafeteria on one of the steel benches. She eats her tea sandwich slowly as she reads a raunchy novel she took from her brother, Oliver. She laughs at the cliché plot; a vampire falls in love with a human, but their love is forbidden. The book is horrible but the lines of dialogue are hilarious! The sex scenes are awful and full of lewd and gross innuendoes to censor the sex scenes somewhat.

A rather large group of students walk back, conversing about a fight that nearly happened. Corrine decided to ignore them and continue reading her book. The longer she ignored the rambling, the louder everyone became. The unbearable noise was maddening! If only the world could stay quiet for just a little bit she could finish her book! She growled to herself, begging for everyone to disappear.

But of course, not all wishes come true.

She slammed her book shut, put everything away in her backpack, and marched over to the crowd for a good explanation for the commotion. She taps, rather violently, on the shoulder of someone who is much taller than her.

"Excuse me! Could you please tell me what's going on. I can't concentrate with all this racket!" Corrine pouts. She pushes up her reading glasses up on her nose and places a hand on her hip. Her book is tightly clenched in the other hand. Her face looks angry but she is one of the least intimidating people on the earth. She looks cute instead of threatening. Or at least somewhat scary.

[Assistant]
Charles felt a rather rapid and annoying tapping on his right shoulder. He turned around and saw an equally annoying girl behind him. Quite the little pocket rocket she was. This one seemed like a real troublemaker. Nobody in the school, save for Chet, was brazen enough to approach him like that.

"Excuse me but who are you?" asked Charles.

Before one of his sycophants could launch an insult Charles silenced him with a simple hand gesture. He wanted to know what this little person had to say for herself.

[User]
Corrine could feel her face become hot. How rude! You can't answer a question with another question.

"Well, if you must know..." she starts. "My name is Corrine. I'm the new girl here. Today is my first day. Nice to meet you." She flashes a cute smile and continues her little rant. "It's too noisy here and I want to read my book in peace. But everybody keeps talking about the same thing. Something that happened on the football field, I believe. Could you tell me what happened? Pretty please?" Corrine asks.

This person didn't seem like a very warm or welcoming friend, but she'll take what she can get. He didn't give her the cold shoulder either, so he must be somewhat decent, right?

[Assistant]
Charles narrowed his eyes slightly. This girl was much more annoying than he thought. He really didn't like annoying people. Especially if they're as brazen as this. Though it seemed to Charles that this was the kinda girl who got herself into trouble on a regular basis. A possible pawn perhaps? If she's as wilful as she is ignorant then perhaps she very well may be. A little test was in order. Charles flashed his most charming smile.

"My name is Charles Lansaster III. Heir to the Lancaster oil fortune. You really must be new to this school if you don't know who I am. Pleased to make your acquaintance miss Corinne." he said.

He let his introduction sink in before continuing.

"Don't pay any mind to all that commotion. There were just a bunch of ruffians being as crass as ever. I'm sure you're savvy enough to not let yourself fall in with such a crowd." Charles commented. He flashed Corinne both a wink and a smile this time.

[User]
"Well, now, you sound important. Pardon me for not knowing. Pleasure to meet you." She says. A sprinkle of sarcasm was hidden in her response. Corrine rolled her eyes at his words. So he was one of those types. One who thinks the world revolves around them and them alone.

"Oh, I know I shouldn't be getting into this stuff, but I would like to at least know what's going on. I hate being in the dark. It's fine if you don't want to tell me. I can take a hint. I'll just go elsewhere."

She brushes the subject off. Why did he have to be so difficult? He was just like Lenny, always sugar coating things that didn't need any sugar coating. If he won't be useful she'll just find someone else to ask. Someone who could give her a straight answer.

"Sorry for taking up your time. I didn't mean to bother you so much."


[System]
Age: Depends on how he is feeling that day, since he tells everyone something different. Appears to be in his early thirties.
Profession: Wizard
History: Born in the southern isles, Alexander is from the chaotic city of Erumai. Magic in the southern isles differs greatly from elsewhere, being more of a science than an art form, but Erumai is a trade city, and all manner of beings find their way there. Far from home he is mostly unknown, though tales of magic and demons surround him wherever he goes.
Appearance:

[User]
The first night with the barrier had fallen upon them. Clara watched the other mages try a different assortment of tricks from using elemental force to trying to call through the barrier using mysticism, but to no avail. Other wizards had theorized that the barrier went through the ground and was probably a uniform sphere around the temple. What was interesting to Clara was the amount of energy the barrier could absorb. Most creations that had such an ability tended to have a certain point where it could only withstand so much energy at one time. What was its limit? Did it have one? Everything has a limit, but is it possible for a mortal to reach it was the question, or should they even bother? Clara tried to see this situation much like an old war general would when planning an invasion. Why waste your resources trying to break down the walls of an impenetrable fort when it would be much easier to have a spy destroy it from within?

Her golden eyes grew steely as she gazed into the abyssal blue wall of energy. How could she fool a barrier that absorbed energy and repelled solid objects? Then she thought of the man who used almost all of his energy at once to attack the barrier with a glorious arch of white hot flame. She remembered the barrier rippling as it directed the energy throughout the dome. What if.. She was able to produce about half that much energy, which would mean she would need aid to produce as much as that mage had. He probably reserved for months in order to get that effect.

Looking away from the barrier she closed her eyes no longer searching with them. She needed to feel the others auras. She needed someone strong but also someone with knowledge of technical magic. She did not have the natural ability to do what she thought might work. A cloak stitched with silk with runes written all over it came to her mind's eye. Yes, a type of technical magic, but she knew nothing of his aura, he had to be masking it.
Her mouth jerked then broadened into a almost hysterical grin. Time to go ask.

Walking around the perimeter of the caravans, she finally spotted a rather interesting looking tent. Her eyebrows rose up as she took care not to tread to closely in case it was warded. "Hello in there!" She called still wearing a hysterical grin. Her plan was ridiculous which made it more exciting.

[Assistant]
After eating and writing for a while Alexander had wandered back into his tent and searched his small bookshelf. The books on it were written in a large number of languages, some of them were even titled in the same magic runes that he wore on his cloak. It had taken years to gather them and all of their knowledge was invaluable. No two book covered the same subject and all of them were advanced in their own areas. He had read each and every one of them through once, but had yet to test many of the ideas out or even theorize about them. One book he had gone through and tested and experimented with every idea, and it was titled Geomancy. The art of controlling magic through geometry and mathmatics. It was what had allowed him to develop this tent, and many of the ideas inside had allowed him to become a Wizard of the Southern Isles. Unfortunately his familiarity with it allowed Alexander to recognize that there would be nothing inside to help him here. A long night of reading was ahead.

Then he heard someone. A woman. He had expected someone to approach him eventually. With every intention of turning her down, Alexander walked to the entrance and opened the tent flap. Recognition dawning, he moved to the side and held the flap open. This was the woman he had noticed before. Her aura was strong. Different from the others out there and yet the same. Women were known in the Southern Isles to be weaker than men in magic, but their finesse was to be envied. After all, experienced magic users in the isles all knew that finesse was more important than the small amount of strength they lost to men. "Please, come in. Would you like something to drink, or eat perhaps?" Alexander turned and walked away from the entrance, towards a pot of tea he had brewing. The tent flap would remain open for her until she came in, held up by mysticism.

He poured two cups of tea and carried them to the table. Though the insides of the tent were rich with magic energy, he created a bubble around the tea cups allowing even an amateur to discern that they were nothing more than that. Tea. No poison, nothing more. There was a hint of cinnamon added in for flavor. Alexander had thought it a horrible idea until one traveler insisted he try it, and sure enough that cinnamon made the tea taste like nothing he ever had before. Sometimes Alexander thought that cooking could be as interesting as magic, but since magic existed cooking could only ever be a hobby for him.

[User]
Clara stepped closer then bent low to enter the tent. She looked around the interior of the tent very amused with it's craftsmanship. Her guesses were true, from what she saw burned into the ground around the tent. He had produced it with some sort of technical magic to which she knew close to nothing of. "Thank you for granting me an audience." She chuckled jokingly. "Do the people in your land speak to you like that or is it just my naive king?" Her golden eyes moved up and down him taking in as much information his figure, clothes and mannerisms could give her. Still no trace of power that she could sense was coming from him, but the air had a magical almost electrical hum.

When he offered her a seat, she happily took it and sniffed at the tea. "Cinnamon in tea?" She looked down at it and took another long and deep breath. It smelled amazing. With one hand, she took up the cup and brushed her hair back with the other before taking a small curious sip. Bits of her hair were loose from her long journey to the barrier making her look disheveled. Her dark hair was pulled back in a braid that went down the back of the head and nape of the neck, but her hair was long enough for the hair to look like a short dark rope between her shoulder blades.
"Mmmm it's good! Is it tradition in your land to spice your tea this way?"

After a few more sips of tea she let her gaze slowly trail from her cup to the bookshelf to him. "How can you penetrate a barrier that absorbs energy and repels solid objects?" Clara's golden gaze snatched away from him and looked down as if she was asking the question more to herself than him. "That elementalist used all but enough energy to allow him to breath in order to try to blast the wall open." Her finger tip glided over the rim of the tea cup as if speaking her thoughts. "What he did was very useful for us actually." A grin broadened across her face while she looked at her own reflection in the tea cup. "It showed us that the barrier has to take some time to redirect the energy thrown at it." Clara looked up at him obviously excited to the point of not being able to bare it. "What if there was a way to encase or coat a PERSON in energy!" She gripped her cup tightly. "Enough energy to where it took time for the barrier to redistribute the energy thus allowing us passage through!" She seemed out of breath at the very idea. It was ludicrous but it could be possible. "You're tent is a product of magic I know nothing of. It's technical I'm sure, but with your knowledge, something could be managed I'm sure. At least an idea!"

[Assistant]
"When we speak, those few that will talk to me do typically speak with some...manner of respect. Or maybe fear. I forget. Your king did rather well, he even got my name right." Alexander smiles at her, trying to make eye contact. Slit down like cats eyes with orange and yellow irises, looking into his eyes incited terror in many. Humans knew what a demons eyes looked like, and they recognized them unconciously. It was a price he had paid, but one he had paid willingly. She was beautiful despite days of travel, hair worn braided down her back. More importantly her aura was interesting to him. It was similar to the other mages, much like one dog is similar to all other dogs, but unique in ways that he wasn't used to seeing.

"Admittedly, while we do use spices in many things, cinnamon in tea is not something I had seen until I spent time travelling." Alexander laughed softly. As she asked him first a question, and then slowly revealed her idea he could not help but smile. She was very good, and she had paid far more attention than he had. To add onto that, she was assuming he knew many things and had more experience then she. How interesting. So few had interested him in years, only magic had drawn his attention for more than a short while, yet here was a woman that sparked his interest. It would be good to work with her on this, maybe see what he could learn from her-someone with such a different view.

Alexander drew his finger across the tabletop, green light marking his path. Completed he waved his hand over the single rune and the light moved to reform itself. Clara it spelled. Doubtless she felt the small tingle of magic as it sought her name. "A beautiful name, Clara." Standing, Alexander walked over to the bookshelf, "There is a spell that I know of." He pulled out a tome he had read several times, but never interacted with much. It was an interesting book, but dangerous. "It will allow us to turn our auras into pure energy, and thus walk through the barrier together. Naturally it is not so simple. It will require us to tie our auras together, and while our hands also touch, our auras will become corporeal energy. What do you think?"

[User]
Clara's shimmery eyes reflected the green light from the rune, and for a moment thought she heard someone whisper her name. It had to be her name, she was drawn to the symbol. Symbols with connections to a person did funny things like that. Be it symbols of their past, present or something repressed about themselves, they could pull at a individuals very spirit. Her gaze flicked back into his face and his eyes after receiving his compliment. What she saw in his was something vaguely similar to her own unnaturally golden eyes. They symbolized a certain trade or perhaps a taintedness in their beings, something that wasn't there in the beginning. A grin pulled at the corners of her mouth as she watched him. She liked the unknown, for it fed her unquenchable curiosity. So many things about the southern isles that she didn't understand and there was not just local to the area but a revered mage of that land sitting right in front of her. It was a treat indeed.

She pulled her tea closer to her while leaning back into her seat. He retrieved a book with symbols on them that seemed foreign to her but naturally piqued her interest. When he mentioned that he knew of a spell, she smiled inwardly with self satisfaction, she was right. It might be possible. Then again, who would build a barrier without having some way to cross it? There had to be a fail-safe in case something like that would be turned against them right? Alexander explained the mechanics of the spell and Clara arched an eyebrow at him after taking another sip of her tea. "Do we have enough energy to do it?" She was hinting toward the amount of energy he was hiding from her. Clara was surrounded by several examples of his ability but nothing showed his power or aura. She had to be sure.

"Tying them together?" Her lips moved wordlessly as she repeated the phrase to herself. "Sounds rather intimate." She chuckled lightly looking amused by the thought. Then a slight look mixed between being puzzled and concerned spread across her face and melting her smile.
 "How 'tied' are be talking about? Can they be separated afterwards? What does your book say?" She knew that reading it herself wouldn't do any good since she had no idea what language it was in to begin with.

[Assistant]
Alexander smiled politely. The book he held was written in a dead language. It had taken him years to find it and he was still deciphering the whole thing. Everytime he read it gave him a deeper insight into how auras worked. After all, it was a book of theories. There wasn't actually any spells in it, but rather a description of rules and experiments on how auras work and why. It described how one might manipulate an aura with magic, but traditionally magic users have very rarely been able to manipulate someone elses aura. It did describe how one might tie two auras together, the consequences, and what one could gain. Intimate did not begin to describe it. Alexander had no intention of tying himself to this random, albeit powerful and pretty, woman. Not permanently. He had determined through this theory and his own knowledge of geomancy that a temporary version of the tie could be made.

"As I make the connection, our power will ignite and as the connection grows stronger, so will our power. Normal people would begin to feel each others emotions, and eventually all sensations as well as thought. That will not happen to us. Our tie will grow only to a certain point, where we might share strong emotions. After that we can move through the wall, hand in hand, and then when we seperate the tie will slowly unravel. But we must remain in contact with each other for the tie to grow to full strength, and while moving through the wall if we are seperated it could kill us."

Putting the book back he returned to her. "So, do you wish to do this?" Alexander smiled and took his cloak off, hanging it up. "Ah, yes. You wanted a display, to prove I can match your power." As he turned back he let his aura start to bleed through. Having seen it in a mirror with his eyes he knew that it looked like electricity dancing across his skin, but to those that can only sense it they would feel what he did now. The raw power that hummed underneath his skin, only a small amount was allowed to dance through the air. It was unfortunate that the humming was for him alone. But that electricity dancing all across his body was enough, Alexander could match her easily. Containing it took a small effort, and he wiped his forhead as sneakily as possible when he put his cloak back on. Everything had a cost, and power of that level had a cost he never felt like paying...Not anymore anyway.


[System]
(or "Yoshino Hikaru", if you want to put Last names first)

Age: 16

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 145 lbs.

Path: Hikari

Weapon: A whip that is wrapped around his arm.

Appearance:

(NOTE: Does not necessarily have the present day stuff. It's just the look of the guy that I'm concerned with)

Personality: When it comes down to it, Hikaru is just a normal teenager at heart. He freaks out when something big happens, he gets jealous of others, and he doesn't think before he speaks his mind. He's clumsy, laid back, and does not have the same amount of passion and determination as most other students in the dojo (which is why he doesn't take losing in sparring matches personally). He can be cowardly when panicking, and a jerk when frustrated.
Still, when he needs to face something seriously, he'll do just that. When he needs to fight, he'll do his best. The difference between how he normally fights and when he's trying to win would honestly astonish people who know him.
He may not know what exactly to say to anyone that's feeling down, but he'll always be willing to listen if it'll help them get over something.

Biography: How does one describe the life of a normal guy? A guy who hasn't gone through anything special to bring him to where he was now. He didn't have any special training, he suffered no tragedy, nor was he given any unique qualities or characteristics. He was just a kid growing the way most kids did.

How did he come to attend the Shaolin School? It was honestly on a whim. He wanted to look cool by learning how to fight like the warriors in myths and stories. He wanted to learn how to do all the awesome moves and techniques that martial artists do. So, he ended up joining a famous shaolin school.

Of course whatever motivation and excitement he had before, died off when he saw people obviously more skilled than himself. He watched as they took their lessons seriously, and with the intent of actually using it for something more than whatever Hikaru himself was going for.

In the end, he ended up staying in the school, but seemingly treating everything like it was a hobby. It kinda makes one wonder if he's ready for the coming events...

Martial Art Style (Name and descriptions for each.):
1. Free-Style: Quite possibly the worst fighting style anyone will see in this RP. As the name implies, it has no concrete style, and is completely dependent on the user's Iintentions. That means that it involves plenty of sloppy, and unnecesssary movements, and unpredictable control over the power behind the hits. On the positive side, however, if the user has practiced enough, they can incorporate moves that they've seen in action before. In Hikaru's case, he also incorporates the whip on his arm as a weapon.

2. Flowing Togakure Ninpo Taijutsu: A modified version of the original fighting style. The modifications sacrifice a majority of the power behind the attacks in favor of nimble movement and evasiveness.

Magic Style (Name and descriptions for each.):
1. Trap-Happy: Through Light Manipulation, Hikaru is able to create orbs of Light energy to float idly. These orbs are activated on his command to become a variety of objects meant to bind or injure enemies.

2. Twilight Teleportation: Hikaru has access to one spell that utilizes Twilight magic. This spell allows him to teleport from one place to another place within 15 miles of his original position. There are several drawbacks to using this magic:

-One of the drawbacks (or maybe not, depending on the situation) is that everyone (enemy or ally, willing or unwilling, etc.) within 2 yards of his body will be teleported as well. The 2 yards parameter will be shown as a momentary magic circle around his body.

-Another drawback is that the place the spell takes must be known to Hikaru. If he doesn't know where he's going, then the spell will not work in the slightest.

-The final drawback is that the spell will use so much energy that he will fall unconscious the moment the destination is reached. Although he may wake up within a few minutes, his body will be extremely stressed, and he will not be capable of fighting for an entire day.
This spell must only be used as a last resort to escape a dangerous situation.

Sin'chi Hajime: "Oh crap...This guy is the Headmaster?! After I showed up late, he seemed a bit...disgruntled? Annoyed? Ah man, I made a horrible first impression on him! The guy seems like a strict and hard teacher, too! Aw man, I gotta be careful in this class!"

Amy Lirith: "One of the "better" students. She's dedicated, unwavering, and ready to better herself at any moment...I think. She's nice, but at the same time, she's similar to most other "better" students. Talented with a LOT of potential. Still, I can't let everyone see me crestfallen. Her included. Time to put on a smile!"

Okihika Hanzo: "Scary guy, albeit a bit arrogant. I gotta admit, he put himself on a pretty high horse. His personality can use some work. I know that our teacher seemed irritated with him. In any case, I might have to make it a point to stay away from him. Knowing my luck, though, I'll probably end up being his sparring partner or punching bag...Stupid "Better" students."

Yaozu Au-Yeung: "Reckless, Stubborn, and a "better" student...that just spells the making of trouble. This guy has WAY too much energy. Like, enough to make my bad luck and crashes look like something he would do just to pass the time. He's the most determined student I've seen...and that makes me frustrated for some reason. I don't know..."

Hamano Kaori: "As calm and lazy as she seems, I can't help but feel that she's got something up her sleeve. No one looks THAT lazy without a catch. She has the feel of a "better" student, so maybe she's hiding her true skill? I don't know...also, her eyes scare me. It's like she's constantly judging everything she looks at, and finding it uninteresting. I dunno, maybe she just wants to be left alone? Not on my watch!"

Hitomi Matsumoto: "Blind, but not helpless. In fact, from what I hear, she's actually here, because she sought a challenge. Basically, she's another prodigy. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm the only normal student in this place...Anyway, she's cool, but quiet and slow. I can try to make a conversation with her, but I don't know how far I'll make it before she just brushes me off...Not in that way!"

Yoshito Nambu: "Technically speaking, this guy's the new kid. He only showed up recently. However, I can just tell by the way he acts that he's a "better" student. From what I hear, I'm not that far off the mark. They say he got his power as a kid, and recruited himself here. What is with this place? It's like it attracts the best of the best!

Yori Shinya: "When I first saw this kid, I felt like I had finally found a kindred spirit in this school! Then I heard the rumors of how good he really was. BOTH paths. Yeah. He takes both paths. Another prodigy. *sigh* I guess he's harmless enough. He doesn't really do much, and he doesn't actively try to start anything. Maybe I'll be able to talk to him normally or something...I doubt it, though."

Victorique "Victorica" Winterfield: "Yeah. I'm convinced that I'm the only normal person here. At least in my classroom. Victorica, from what I hear she's a rich girl that managed to convince people to train her to be a ninja...after seeing what I've seen from her, I can personally say that they are right. She has a sort of mischievous look about her all the time, but I don't want to do address it. I don't think talking to her would stop anything she has planned for the day."

Character Rank: D
Missions Completed: 0

[User]
Hanzõ approached the Headmaster after others were done with him and he himself was done with his small presentation. That way, he could have his attention to himself, and the others as well. He stops before him, few steps away and looks him dead in the eye before bowing down, deep enough bow for it to be respective, but not too deep to make it ridicolously over the top, it was a flawless bow.

"Greetings Headmaster." He spoke dryly and straightened himself, smiling and still looking him in the eyes, his pupils focusing on his."I am Okihika Hanzõ. And before we begin, there is one, simple matter we will need to take care of. You do not treat me like A student. You will treat me like THE, student. There will be no pointless questions asked from me. There will be no pointless questions answered by me. If I deem something important, it is very, important. That is between you and me, Headmaster." He turns and looks over the rest of the class slowly."As for the rest of you, I did not come here to set an example, not for making friends. It is for the best if you keep your good distance from me. IF, however someone decides not to do such a thing, I will take no action. At all. Do not even try to think of me as a hero or a leader to look up at. I am the student of this establishment."

He smiles softly at the class and then returns to his seat with calm and calculated matter, and upon sitting down he lets out one, single small cough and closes his eyes then, caring a little if he caused discuss, fuss or any reaction at all. His palms land on his knees and he shuts himself from the rest of the classroom for now, even when the others had already moved in front of the classroom as the Headmaster had told them to.

[Assistant]
Hajime saw Kaori's attempt at manifesting her energy well enough to be able to walk on other surfaces and failed. He said to her.

"Kaori, you did not try hard enough. Your body was not relaxed well enough and your mental state was not in a position to succeed. In battle, you would lose definitely. Try again." He said to her.

Then he watched as yet another new student arrived though this disappointed him he instead had Yori come up and perform what he instructed the class to do. He briefly gave Yori a summary of what he wanted him to do.

But it was astounding watching Yaozu hone his energy. Out of all the students he has seen before, he was the only one who was able to produce a visible aura on the first try. There was a lot of potential with this one.

Sadly…he could not say the same about Hanzo. As the boy came up to him and spoke, Hajime saw something within the boy's eyes that did not seem pleasant. He seemed overly confident at the most and he kept to himself most of the time.

Hmmm…he thought.

He walked over to Hanzo after he sat down and said…

"Then you must leave. I will not tolerate incompetence. You are here to learn, are you not? If you are not, then why are you here? Straighten up…or leave." He finally said, narrowing his eyes into the boy's pupils without blinking.

[User]
"Wow, this teacher's a strict one...Doesn't really help that he didn't explain how to do this thing before doing it", muttered Hikaru.

The technique, or whatever this was supposed to be, was much easier seen than done for Hikaru. All he saw was a guy walking on the wall, and then the ceiling. He had some idea of how to something. For a moment, he just continued to stare at the wall. He had no idea what to do. It was a wall, not a floor. Unless he wanted them to think of it as a floor. Hikaru shook his head at the thought. It probably isn't as simple.

Hikaru pondered on what to do. He considered just trying it out, but with the fact that he didn't know what he was doing still in his head, he would just look even more like an idiot. This was exactly as difficult as he thought it would be...or maybe not. Maybe he was overthinking it.

With a frustrated sigh, he started gripping his head, trying to figure it out, ending his little thinking rage with yet another sigh.

What was it that he said to do? 'Relax your body and mental state?'...Something about a battle...scolding the other guy that just stated that he was going to be completely dedicated to learning and success...Man, this first day's bringing out my worst thoughts. This does not bode well for the future.

It took another moment of frustrated thinking before he just gave up. He looked up at the wall, and just decided to do the next best thing. Within a moment, Hikaru ran up the wall and onto the ceiling from where he once stood, hoping that the large chance of him injuring himself would force his instincts to do the job for him. When he looked up toward the floor, he realized that this was a bad idea.

However, it was not a fruitless one. For a second, nothing much to consider that good, a small spark of light kept him from falling, but in the end, he ended up crashing into one of the desks.

Hikaru rubbed his head as he got up.

"Ow..."


[System]
Factory Overseer Bio
Age: Never gives the same answer twice

Gender: Male

Factory and Functionality: The Mór Brionnú (literally The Big Forge); Perhaps the hottest factory in all of the Infactorium, the Mór Brionnú is filled with pipes leading to various ginormous steel forges and anvils of varying sizes for beating metal of various sizes into shape. Tools are left out in seemingly random places, however Cormac seems to know where they are at all times.

Personality: Cormac can act grumpy and irritated, but he actually does care about the other occupants of Infactorium, always crafting the best possible equipment for them when it's requested. He might grumble and complain, especially when given tasks outside of forging and blacksmithing, but he can always be expected to get it done to the best of his ability. He'll never admit that he does it because he likes people though, insisting that it's because he wants to be proud of his work.

Creator: B;oodAndGuts93

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Overseer Build
Level: 75

Racial Levels:
* (H) Giant lvl 10
* (R) Fire Giant lvl 5
* (R) Fomorian lvl 5

Job Levels:
* (B) Fighter lvl 5
* (B) Armor Smith lvl 15
* (B) Weapon Smith lvl 15
* (B) Blacksmith lvl 15
* (R) Berserk lvl 5

Stat Block:
* HP: 70
* MP: 20
* PHY. ATK: 70
* PHY. DEF: 70
* AGI: 20
* MAG. ATK: 20
* MAG. DEF: 20
* RESIST: 43
* SPECIAL: 42

Stat Total (Power): 375

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Overseer Inventory and Powers

* Hephaestus' Hammer: Awarded to any warrior who can successfully quell the rage of Typhon in the heart of a raging volcano. For saving Hephaestus' forge from destruction, increase your crafting abilities with this divine tool… or flatten your enemies into pancakes, whatever your preference.
* Elderstahl: A sword said to be wielded by a great fire giant who would help to bring about the end of the world along with a frost giant, a wolf, a serpent, and a trickster.
* Gae Assail: A magical spear, capable of being thrown and returning to the wielder's hand afterward. Gained through the favor of a silverhanded stranger.

* Fire Resistance: Thanks to Cormac being a Fire Giant, he is completely resistant to even the highest of temperatures
* Ríastrad: When Cormac goes into a berserker state, it is referred to as a Ríastrad, or Warp Spasm. His attacks receive a damage multiplier while his defense is decreased. He also finds it difficult to tell apart friends and foes. Cold water tends to bring him back to his normal mindset.
* Balor's Eye: Cormac may appear to be blind with his colorless eyes, though that's only half true. He can in fact see through one of his eyes, though he seems to give conflicting answers when asked which it is. Either way, through this still working eye, he also has the ability to somewhat slow his opponents' movements when directly looking at them.
* Surtr's Blessing: When wielding any sword, the blade shall always begin to grow hot and bright until bursting into flame, adding a flame modifier to any damage he does with the weapon.
* Raiders of the Sea: Like most Fomorians, Cormac also has ties with the sea. This allows him to walk upon water as if it were solid Earth.
* Fomorian Constitution: Cormac passively heals faster than most races, though at the drawback that it takes more time after his previously taken damage to begin healing.
* Fortress: Offsets the enemy's attacks.
* Heavy Blow: Raises a weapon's crushing capability.
* Strong Assault: Increases Cormac's attack power, allowing him to increase damage against enemies with heavy armor.
* Body Strengthening: Temporarily increases Cormac's strength.
* Weapon Metallurgy: Can use nearly every known metal with a reasonable melting point into any weapon imagined or requested.
* Armor Metallurgy: Can use nearly every known metal with a reasonable melting point into any piece of armor imagined or requested.

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[User]
Gammaton couldn't help but agree with Faetalis' decision; Hivehill thrived on food, and Gammaton could feel her host becoming a bit peckish. But one sad truth remained unspoken; if Faetalis was this willing to tear down so much of the guild, it heavily implied the absence of the other Supreme Beings, or at least, the ones whose domains were being reduced to scrap. Though Gammaton was long used to GrillBears' absence, she could tell that this sudden and violent event may have awakened in her comrades the vain hope that their masters would return. She didn't want to see them disappointed, but she feared it would be a hard truth they would have to face sooner or later.

"I hear, and obey, My Lady," Gammaton's host said in his characteristically deep, smooth voice and bowed bombastically in an attempt to hide the regret of having to deface years of Infactorium's progress and infrastructure. With the meeting concluded, Gammaton paced back to Hivehill, deep in contemplation. Once she had arrived, she went into some of the deeper areas that more resembled research labs than a giant anthill to find some parchment and a quill. Gammaton quickly penned some instructions for Levia in case she forgot how the ants behaved. Pasting the instructions to the randomly chosen 'leader' of a handful of worker ants, she ordered them to aid Levia in her duties, bringing a trunk of pheromone bottles that had fortunately survived Infactorium's violent transport. Sure, she probably didn't need any help when it came to deconstruction, but the ants would spare Levia the banal task of moving the material to their destinations, allowing her to continue doing what she loved with minimal interruptions.

Gammaton took the remaining workers and headed to the opposite end from Levia of the parts of Infactorium that were slated for destruction. As an Insect Master, Gammaton could command the workers with her thoughts...well, not exactly. Her commands to her minions were converted into intricately woven pheromone signals. The trunk she had sent to Levia was a simplistic version that involved three types of vials representing three signals, color-coded for ease of use: red for harvest - to break down into small chunks, blue for move - to pick up without destroying, and green for destination - the location where objects marked with red or blue pheromones were to be moved to. Applying a pheromone to the antennae of an ant let it know it was about to receive orders relevant to that type of pheromone, leaving the vial let the ant know that it is to perform its task at that location. Marking a pile of inorganic material with red, and marking a trail of green that led to The Big Scrap Alley and Mór Brionnú would be sufficient to have the workers carry out the automated task of deconstructing and carrying the material to the where they were intended. The same could be done by marking a pile of organic material with red and a green trail to the Gorging Trough. With this, Gammaton and Levia could work efficiently at deconstructing the 'unnecessary' parts of Infactorium, though Gammaton had no illusions that she would finish her task before Levia. Though Gammaton could feel the pangs of nostalgia stabbing her heart, she understood the need to excise unneeded parts for the better health of the whole.

[Assistant]
"As you command, Creator Faetalis. We will proceed with operations immediately!" Tungsten saluted Faetalis after she had given the Overseer their orders. Whatever concerns and regrets Tungsten had were immediately washed away: Now he had orders and planed to follow them without hesitation. Indeed, there could be no hesitation as their goal was simple: repair the guild. Whatever was broken needed to be fixed, and if it didn't need to be fixed it needed to be recycled. There was no time to mourn what was lost and instead they must focus on what can be saved. Tungsten in particular needed to be quick about repairing the Big Scrap Alley: even if it won't be at 100% efficiency anymore, with so much destruction and recyclable materials that are about to come his way he must return to operation. "Do not let perfect be the enemy of good, as they say."

Tungsten and his soldiers would return to the Big Scrap Alley quickly, and once he did reach his area Tungsten was quick to divvy out orders. All Cyber Skeletons were to immediately begin repairs to one of the generators. Just one will be able to ensure the Big Scrap Alley can resume operations at 80% efficiency for a week, more than long enough to get the other generators going and enabling the Big Scrap Alley to maintain steady operations for up to even a year if they lower energy costs. Additionally, he commanded the skeletons to take and destroyed or damaged nonessential Bigs to be scrapped: they simply do not have the resources to maintain and repair all the Bigs in the Titan Fleet right now and they must prioritize quality over quantity. What few essential Bigs they have which aren't scrapped may be kept, but even those could very well be fed to the Infernal Engine if necessary. Additionally the entirety of the Boneyard will be cannibalized to repair the damages to the Big Scrap Alley. Even if this means that his facility cannot produce any more Cyber Skeletons for now, that was a small sacrifice to pay for the good of the guild.

Of course, Tungsten doesn't plan to sit around and do nothing. Even though most of the operation will be carried out by Cyber Skeletons, they will work harder and faster as long as Tungsten leads them. And lead them he shall. Firstly, he had all damaged Cyber Skeletons work alongside him as he moved rubble from the ruins and transported them to various carts and trolleys to be moved. He was singing as he did so, to activate his Song of Rest as well as his Aura of Vitality to heal his minions so they too can work at full efficiency. It was here that the Cyber Skeletons truly shined: because each were helping each other, their Helping Hand ability allowed them to easily repair damages simply with tools and materials on hand. And because each Cyber Skeleton was being assisted by fellow skeletons, their Teamwork ability also activated, increasing their overall speed and ability to work. And as destruction and repairing the facility was nothing unusual for these Cyber Skeletons, Standardization would be active and ensure that the Cyber Skeletons and Tungsten will have one of the generators repaired and powering the Infernal Engine within the hour. An astonishingly fast feat considering the sheer damage the whole Big Scrap Alley has been inflicted with. At this rate all three generators will be repaired before the day's end, and Tungsten can ensure the facility is recycling and producing materials for the guild in short order.

However while the Cyber Skeletons worked, Tungsten knew there were a few tasks only he had the ability to handle. As the Cyber Skeletons really were only good in both mass, and focused on a single project. Repairing the Big Scrap Alley was important yes, but there were other facilities that needed help as well. And thus, once Tungsten was certain that the Cyber Skeletons would be able to repair the Auxiliary generator without his oversight, he took a handful of Cyber Skeletons around to other parts of the guild to repair other damaged infrastructure, such as communication towers, power stations, and automated entrances. These locations were easy for a few skeletons to fix, but they needed the speed that Tungsten can grant them via his Aura of Alacrity and fast movement. Physical infrastructure such as walls and floors would be left in the hands of Cormac. While Tungsten's minions are certainly capable of basic repairs like that, Faetalis had ordered Tungsten to focus on more delicate electronics first, and that is what he will do. With any luck within a day, once the Infernal Engine comes to life and can begin sharing power with the guild, much if not all of the guild's technological devices ought to return to working order, if only for a while.

[User]
Breaking down the domains of the other overseers was far from ideal. Even Cormac, with his sometimes rather abrasive and grouchy personality, seemed to furrow his brow upon hearing this plan from Faetalis. He understood plenty though that practicality outweighed sentimentality. As much as he might miss the other factories, their own survival mattered the most, and that meant repairing the most vital areas and bringing necessities like food production back online.

Hearing Faetalis' orders for Levia though, Cormac couldn't help but worry that his reptilian coworker would go overboard, even if she was told to only recycle and not to melt everything down. It wouldn't be the first time. Seeing the excitement in her eyes, the blacksmith said, "Just remember that we have a job to do and don't get lost in de fun."

With everyone's orders now received, the hulking brute of a man turned to his designated partner, Tungsten, only to watch the automaton leave for Big Scrap Alley, most likely to coordinate his army of Cyber Skeletons. For a second, Cormac considered if doing things on his own as he always had was really the best way to go about things. Having mobs like the other overseers could come in handy. At the very least, maybe an apprentice to pass down his knowledge to?

The second passed though. A silly thought, especially with the dire state Infactorium was in. Perhaps it was something to look into once the guild was back to operating at peak efficiency. If that wasn't possible, at least the best it could be in their bizarre, new circumstances. Lumbering back to The Mór Brionnú, Cormac would collect the tools necessary, searching the floor for his scattered things, before going about and fixing whatever he could on the floors above him.