[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 21

Career/Class: Courtesan/Duelist

Physical Description: Camilla is a medium sized woman around 5'5. She possess the slightly bronzed skin, angular features and dark hair common among Tileans. She has the smooth clean lines of a classical statue and the lean musculature of a dancer. Every part of her seems artfully contrived, as though she stepped from the canvas of a master painter. Camilla moves with deliberate grace which is appropriate to her profession.

Mental Description/Personality: Camilla is a fiery impetuous young woman. As a child she was selected from among orphan's for her physical beauty and raised to fill the role of Courtesan in the decadent courts of her native Tilea. Among her studies were poetry, dance, repartee, song, politics, literature, art and sword play.

Camilla is out of place in rough and dangerous situations, and although naturally adventurous and curious about the world she is no heroine. She has a fiery temper and has a tendency to act rather than to wait if given the chance. While technically trained with the sword, Camilla's education is that of the stylized art of the sword rather than the rough and brutal style of real combat, while she is perfectly comfortable fighting a duel to the tough for the entertainment of a crowd, she had little experience with real killing.

Camilla has a passing devotion to Randald and Shyalla, although she tends to focus on the world in front of her rather than the world beyond.

[User]
The cock crowed with alarming volume and Camilla jolted awake. Even in her sleep her hand had found the hilt of the sword propped against the straw filled pallet she shared with Cydric. Her eye pierced the gloom well enough to see and she frowned at the sword. Privately, she had asked Dietricha to look her over for any 'lingering effects' of her sojourn to the North. The sorceress had touched her temples and spoken some words and then assured Camilla that she could sense nothing of Chaos. The answer struck her as vague in a way she couldn't articulate, but 'vague in a way you can't articulate' was a pretty fair description of Dietricha herself.

"Va bene," she whispered to Cydric as he groaned beside her, she leaned down and kissed his forehead trailing her slender fingers through the tangled hair of his chest absently. It was still dark outside, the days were short at this time of year and dawn came late. The dinner had run down pleasantly enough, though Oleg had drank enough Vodka to be slightly slurring his words by the time his wife ushered the out. The merchant had provided them with some gold, small enough, but a veritable fortune in their current impoverished straights, as well as a letter of credit to a local tailor with whom he had a long association and thus was fairly sure he could trust. It seemed like there was no end to the corruption and infiltration of Imperial society by cultists of the Ruinous Powers. She wondered if it were the same in Tilea, only less visible, or if the forces of the enemy were focused on their most immediate opponent.

The rooster crowed again rousing Cydric to half awakened. Camilla frowned peering into the darkness. A figure crouched by a post below, swathed in a grey cloak that looked ungainly and deformed. She sat up with a start and the figure flinched and tossed back its cloak. Cydric yanked her down to the pallet a moment before the crossbow twanged, the bolt logding into beam behind their pallet with a thunk, passing so close to her she felt the wind of its passage on her bare shoulder. Camilla screamed, loudly, to raise the alarm and shoved herself up off the bed and the struggling Cydric. She backflipped gracefully over the wooden railing at the edge of the loft and landed naked save for her sword on both feet and one hand in a collapsing tripod to spread the shock. Camilla pressed herself up, the tip of her weapon held parallel to her body and rotating horizontal incase she needed to parry but the figure was already fleeing. A big figure, Yantz, wraped in a horse blanket but otherwise naked, crashed through the side of one of the stalls they had converted to a bed. He leveled his pistol at the fleeing assassin but Camilla struck his hand hard with the flat of her sword jolting it free. She snatched it from the air before it could hit the ground.

"What in the name of Sig...ma," Yantz trailed off as he realised Camilla was completely naked. He pursed his lips for a moment before going on in a more reasonable tone.

"What is transpiring here Frauline," he said, his voice husky with amused innuendo.

"Someone just tried to shoot Cydric or me with a crossbow," she said, making n move to cover up. Attitudes towards nudity were markedly different among Tileans than they were among stody Imperials.

"Ah and you stopped me from shooting this would be marksmen because…" Cydric returned from the street, having somehow gotten his trousers on and given chase. He held the big wolf pommeled sword in one hand, with negligent power. He blinked at the naked Camilla and the nearly naked Yantz and then picked up a blanket and tossed it to Camila who gratefully wrapped it around her. Modesty or not it was bitingly cold.

"I lost him," Cydric admitted, "every one is on their way to the market." Camilla nodded and sighed.

"So the not killing part?" Yantz persisted. Ivan emerged bleary eyed saber in hand. A dark haired girl many years his junior who Camilla recognized from the working girls above the tavern, looked about with scared dark eyes. Camilla dropped her voice into a whisper that only the two Imperials could hear.

"Bouncers are supposed to keep trouble away not bring it to the door," she explained, "it isn't much of a job, but I'd just as soon not be looking for somewhere else to lay my head."

[Assistant]
Plus, whatever assassins come after us, I'd like for them to know we aren't to be toyed with. Only way to do that is by word of mouth," Cyrdic said, then smiled to himself as he thought unless putting a body on display would work. But it wouldn't for this establishment. Cyrdic stepped back into the stables fully and rummaged around for his shirt. Yantz had gone back to his stable and Ivan called out. "Heh!? Vot happened?"

Camilla shook her head. "It's over now, get dressed."

"Ah leetle bird, you haf a way with me, eh?" He said with a fatherly smile. Cyrdic thought it odd he treated Camilla like a daughter and then rutted with a girl only slightly older than Camilla. She looked to be Cyrdic's age, and she clung to Ivan as if he were her only protection, even among his friends. "Be gone, girl. It iss fine now. No moar danger." Ivan said to her, gently prying off her slim arms and smacking her rear. She squealed and practically scampered off, glancing at Cyrdic as if he were a Norscan let loose in the city as she ran by him.

There was a loud snoring from the back of the stables, and Cyrdic opened up the door to where the sound came from. Skaldi was still fast asleep. Cyrdic shook his head. "Out like a rock."

Konrad had already awoken before them, and had made his way to the Inn even before the assassin's attack. He'd been restless the previous night, and had been assailed by dreams of Chaos that left a cold chill on him even in the morning hours. By the time the group had reached him in the tavern, he was already tipsy. It even impressed Skaldi, who felt a keen appreciation to the art of drinking to go at it first thing in the morning.

"Ye should have told me, I'd have joined ye, manling." the Dawi said, walking past him and grabbing his apron. It was his responsibility to get the cooking pot going. The Brettonian Innkeeper had not yet unlocked the front door, and had refused to serve Konrad more than three drinks. 'Only to calm his nerves' she informed the group when she had let them in. The Greatsword's hair was disheveled and his eyes were red.

"You can't be doing this to yourself." Cyrdic said to him, but Konrad waved him away and went to take another sip. Cyrdic pushed the mug out of his hand and grabbed him by the shoulder. Konrad snarled, but Cyrdic didn't waver. "You're a man of Nordland by the hammer, act like it." he scolded him. A knock at the door defused the situation, and Ivan stomped over to the door, the only one not on edge at having had assassin's come after them the night previous.

"Ah, tank yoo" the kislevite said, and closed the door. "A courier hass a lettar for us. From da sorceress."

[User]
Camilla turned the letter over in her hands. It was thick vellum rather than the milled paper more common in the Empire and sealed with one of the Count's seals, the heraldric device pressed into red wax. The whole group was watching her, even the bleary eyed Konrad, so without wasting time she broke the seal and unrolled it and began to read aloud:

Dear Companions,

You are requested and required to present yourself to the Counts palace for dinner tonight. He is eager to hear the tale of the Heroes of Nordland, which he expects will bring honor and luster to his hall.

Dinner will be served at the eigth tolling of the bell. YOU MUST NOT BE LATE.

Prima spilla grande prima spilla piccola seconda spilla grande media seconda spilla media

"You slipped into Tilean," Cydric interjected. Camilla looked up in mild annoyance, shifting the uncomfortable blanket across her skin.

"No I didn't, it is written in Tilean," she responded, her tone a little vexed. Skaldi shook his head impatiently. He ground a fist against his eye with frustration. The dwarf was pulling on an apron in preparation for starting the lunch stew.

"Lets pretend we don't all speak Tilean girl…"

Camilla looked around in wide eyed theatrical shock.

"Oh? People talking in a different language, that must be terrible…" she smirked. Skaldi growled but she was already going on.

"It is talking about pins and distances it sounds like…" she looked up in perplexity. Dietricha was cryptic and vague at the best of times but this seemed to reaching new depths. For a moment she considered what she would say.

"It sounds like instructions for picking a lock," she admitted. It wasn't really her area of expertise though as a child she had engaged in some petty thievery. Ricardo, her long time friend had been much more of an expert at this sort of thing.

"It is signed Dietricha...and Yantz," she turned to the mercenary her voice taking on a sharper more accusatory tone. He clutched his own blanket to his body and held up a hand as though to shield himself from her words.

"Why is this dated tomorrow?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. The Imperial flushed.

"Why do people always assume that I know what is going on?" he protested rhetorically. Camilla sighed and tossed him the note. She didn't know if they were supposed to be at the palace tonight or tomorrow.

"Then go and find out," she said pleasantly before turning the blanket fanning up provocatively like a ball gown.

"I'm going to get dressed."


[System]
Age :
16

Zodiac :
Rabbit

Personality :
Felix is a cheerful young lad who always looks for a reason to smile, even if things seem dreary. His near infectious optimism, paired with his general friendliness towards all types of people, have given him an approachable and welcoming demeanor. He's very creative, his mind always stuck on intricate, out of the box ideas. A wealthy upbringing has given Felix the air of a classy gentleman, though he still retains a genuine kindness that one expected would have been lost in the glamour of glitz and gold. Felix is sympathetic, caring, and enjoys the serenity of a peaceful life. He's eager to make new friends and absolutely hates conflict between anyone. A bit of a romantic, Felix uses charm to flirt with everyone around him. As much flattery as he gives, however, he makes sure to speak the truth in his compliments. After all, there is no worse insult than a bold faced lie.

At times, however, Felix has been shown to hold value over self comfort. While curious about the world around him, he grows hesitant and reserved when taken out of his comfort zone, quickly losing bouts of confidence. He's indecisive and heavily dependent on those around him, sometimes even clinging to a friend in fear of being left alone. Due to his empathetical nature, Felix is easily hurt by the smallest of slights. At times he may skulk in a bout of self pity, but he'll eventually bounce back with a resilient smile.

Appearance :
Felix is fairly short, standing at a whole 5'5". His scrawny structure, matched with his height and innocent seeming face, make him appear younger than he really is. Though Felix doesn't mind, there are times when he does wish he was taller. Especially when everyone's trying to use him as a human arm rest.
There's very little scarring on him. At worst, there's a tiny line on his shoulder from a minor accident as child, but other than that he holds very little blemishes on his body.

His has a thick shock of white hair reaching the bottom of his neck. It's wild and untamable. Any attempt at combing, gelling, and cutting it have resulted in complete failures and a seemingly wilder forest of snow to tame. His eyes are large crimson orbs, ever shining with an infinite glow of anticipation.
In his mind, the clothes always make the man. Which is why Felix always makes sure that his clothes are on par. Dress shirts, slacks, leather shoes--something modest and sensible, but still classy and sophisticated.

How long have they been at the school? :
 New student

Did they apply for Roommate services? :
Yes

Club :
✩Astrology Club
✩Art Club

Position :
New member

Hobbies :
✩Painting
✩Reading
✩Dancing

[User]
Luca Graham

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Luca had arrived very early to school. His parents had plans later that day and were typically early for everything, so it came as no surprise to him when the school wasn't even opened yet. His parents had just dropped him off since he already knew what he was doing, but now he had to spend a half hour sitting on a ledge waiting for the doors to open. Luckily, the early male still had the password to the unrestricted wifi saved. Though, it was just his luck that he was barely in range of the wifi which meant that it was slow as fuck.

After a half hour of trying to be patient, the doors finally opened. By then a few students had also gathered around waiting. Some with family, others alone like him. Luca grabbed his mismatched suitcases and wheeled them behind him with ease. He was well accustomed to this process, having done it multiple times before. Once he strolled up to one of the stations, the blond male slid his previous year's ID over to the security guard. After a few moments of doing whatever the hell they had to do, the beefy man returned his card as well as a new one for this year. No words were exchanged, so Luca simply headed over to the dorms. It was the same as always, though he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of sadness and excitement in the pit of his stomach as he traversed the familiar terrain. This year was going to be his last year here, but he was excited at the potential possibilities that came with it.

Room 48 was on the second floor, towards the end of the hall. Luca felt a wave of nostalgia for this area, he roomed a couple doors down in his sophomore year. Now it was time for the moment of truth. Taking a dramatic deep breath, the senior slid his card into the slot and held it there for a moment. With a soft 'beep' the light turned green. He let out the breath he was holding.

"Phew, at least the door works." Luca spoke to himself as he opened the door. He decided to claim the bed on the right because why not? Also the bathroom was on the left side on the room and if there were ever an 'incident' the blond would like to be as far away from the bathroom as possible. "Home sweet home" He said, his arms reaching up in the air to stretch his back. The lone male began to unpack his suitcases, playing music in the background and unabashedly singing with it. It was going to be a year alright.

[Assistant]
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An old car with three people in it pulled up in front of the school, doing it's best to avoid the masses of new arrivals and people being dropped off. It was a frustration every year, mostly for Jae's dad, who was driving. The car wasn't optimal either, being old and breaking down on the regular. If you were to divide the school into 'rich' and 'poor' it was clearly so that Jae would be in the poor area of the school. How his parents brought up the money for this school, Jae did not know. But it wasn't unlikely that they were deep in debt for it.

When the car stopped, Jae got out and walked to the back of the car, opening the back up and grabbing a dufflebag and swinging it over his shoulder. He then grabbed a smaller sportsbag and closed the back of the car. During the entire process not a word was spoken with his parents. When he stepped onto the pavement, ready to head into the school, he glanced back shortly, noticing his mother looking at him with a faint smile. His father didn't even look at him, turning his hands on the steering wheel and driving off. It was a similar exchange to the two previous years and Jae would be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to be out of that house again.

While he was expected to head inside more or less immediately, he stopped for a moment and went through his pockets shortly, grabbing a cigarette pack that looked like it had been in there for a month minimum. Never the less, despite it's apparent age, Jae managed to pull a cigarette from the rugged pack, sticking it in his mouth and putting the pack back. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, this time holding a lighter. With a rather simple movement he flicked his thumb over the top of the lighter, twisting the small gear and pressing the button to release gas. A flame jolted out of the lighter and he used it to light his cigarette. With that said and done he returned the lighter to it's rightful place, and returned on his way to the school.

The campus was large - large enough by any rate - and it had the effect that Jae felt in place and out of place at the same time. A sort of strange feeling of being home, yet being in a strange environment. It was a feeling he'd always had, and something that never really faded away. He continued across the large courtyard, pushing himself a way past the nerds and would-be delinquents that were holding up the masses of people trying to get to the dorms. "Fucking idiots.. can't you see we're trying to get to the dorms?" he bad-mouthed one of them as he passed him by, giving the delinquent a shady look before walking off. Jae got away a lot with that kind of stuff - he wasn't tall, but his arms looked 'sorta buff' and he had a rough look about him. The cotton square plaster taped onto the corner of his eye said that much, anyway.

He stood outside the dorms when he had arrived for a few more moments, finishing his cigarette first, watching some of the first years entering the building. He seemed disinterested in most of them, following some of them with his eyes. A girl walked inside, her long onyx-colored hair being the only reason Jae gave her a look in the first place. He looked at her pass by until she entered, at which point he turned his eyes front again. A third years student that Jae knew to be a guy called 'Luca' passed by, but Jae wasn't nearly interested enough to look at him for more than a second. He doubted Luca would recognise Jae anyway.

When he had had enough of this little game called 'stare at all the people' he threw his nearly finished cigarette to the side, before heading inside. Some cleaner-janitor person would probably clean up the cigarette later. That's what they're paid for, isn't it? Jae passed the security, flashing his student card at the man quickly. "All these walls and they still need security.. fucking prison. As if I'd try to escape.." Jae mumbled as he walked into the hallway leading to the rooms. He'd never had a first floor room before, so this was a change at least. Jae didn't like change too much though.

The card got swiped in the doorhandle, which Jae always considered to be a 'retarded way of doing things' as it was much easier to break into these type of rooms. And it was much easier to fumble and not open the door quickly enough in an emergency. 'But it's so state of the art, so modern!' the school would likely say. State of the art my ass, Jae would reply. What was wrong with a simple key? Whatever..

He set foot in the room and lo and behold! "What a piece of shit." Jae mumbled as he swung his bag onto the first bed he saw, on the right side of the room. Okay, so the room wasn't as majestic as he'd have hoped, but whatever. It had a bed, a bathroom and a refrigerator. That's all he needed. He didn't care too much who was in the room with him, or what they'd think of the beds, since Jae was here first, and that means he got first pick. Now that he was a third years he assumed his seniority gave him the power to decide such things, anyway... He unpacked most of his clothes and put them away in a nearby drawer. Despite his rough, delinquent appearance, the clothes he put away were somewhat nice. And he put them away neatly folded and organized. Perhaps looks could be deceiving. "Fucking school." he then mumbled, quickly shattering the notion that perhaps Jae wasn't as much a delinquent as it seemed. No, he definitely was a bit of a delinquent.

[User]
Felix stared out the car's tinted windows, his breath trembling ever so slightly as he took in the sight. This was it. This was finally it. He had seen the school before through websites and pamphlets, so he knew what it looked like. The red bricks, the looming buildings, the sophisticated architecture--all familiarized in preparation for his upcoming arrival. But to be here now and actually see the campus with his own eyes? It was overwhelming to say the least. This was going to be his school. Not that cold, lifeless prep school full of teasing faces and unforgotten mistakes. This was a new place, with new faces and a new life.

"Nervous?" His mother's voice broke through Felix's thoughts, momentarily startling the young man. She peered into the rear view mirror, her dark eyes meeting her son's crimson. They were gentle, filled with a soft light that was mirrored in Felix's own, but also laced with unhidden concern.

Felix laughed, a warm sound full of mirth an amusement. It was a stark contrast to his shaking insides. "Please, Mother." He winked. "I never get nervous."

He grabbed his suitcase, pausing to kiss his mother's cheek, before stepping outside. Felix watched as the car pulled away before he turned his attention back to the looking walls before him. There was no turning back now. With a brilliant smile, He strode forward toward the school. Students milled about, laughing and chatting earnestly. The air was infectiously lively, giving Felix a small bounce to his step. There were no familiar faces, no familiar voices, no familiar anything. Everything was so foreign and new. Yet somehow, it only served to fill him with excitement.

Knowing where to go was his biggest challenge so far. After asking multiple students for directions (and perhaps even their phone numbers), Felix was redirected to a security station for his ID card and room assignment. He gave the guard a sheepish smile as he fumbled on his phone for his letter of acceptance and slipped it to the guard. "Sorry," he laughed as it was scanned and the ID printed. "You see, I'm quite new here and I'm not used to such--oh, guess I'll be seeing you later!" He took back his phone and brand new card as he as unceremoniously pushed from the line by the student behind him. With a wave to the stone-face guard, Felix made his way into the hallway. A few turns and a set of steps later, Felix was at his dorm number. He glanced back and forth between the door and the acceptance letter. This was it. Or at least, he hoped so. One could never be too sure whether or not you were stepping into your new room or the broom closet. He scanned his card, sighing in relief as it worked, and stepped inside.

The room was fairly plain. Not too spacious, not too cramped. There was a bathroom, thank goodness, and it had basic furnishings as well. A few beds, a desk, a girl, a dresser--
Felix eyes snapped back, surprise evident on his face. A girl?! And very pretty one at that! He glanced at the letter, reading and rereading the text quickly. It had mentioned roommates, but not coed. He looked up, giving the girl a warm smile. "Well, this is certainly quite a surprise," he greeted, extending a hand. "You must be my new roomie. My name is Felix Leverett. Pleasure to meet you."


[System]
Alias: Kanaan the sacred
Species: Human, pure and true
Appearance:
Height: 6'1
Weight: 258Ib
Personality: Kanaan is a very noble person. He does what he sees as best, follows all rules before him, and is as honest to his word as he can possibly be. He hates fighting, and prefers to talk things out, but is not against combat. He stays moderately humble despite his high status. He has also remained rather kind and nice to others. He is extremely gentle to most people, and wants everyone to be as much as they can be, seeing a lot of potential in everyone.
Bio: Since Kanaan was a kid, he was alone, as was every kid in his clan. The Nomadic tribe he was born into did not have an idea of parenthood. All men and women where to reproduce and the mother was to give the child to the cheiftan to either be nursed or abandoned. Kanaan accepted into the clan. He wasn't rough like the other kids. They where to be warriors, and spent their whole lives learning whole to work in combat, but Kanaan was much more interested with the ruins. Since they encountered a group of adventurers in all their glory, he vowed to do what they did. While the others trained to be useful in war as soldiers, Kanaan trained to fight alone. When he failed to meet a quota in combat, and tried to explain, he was kicked out of the clan do to his lack of understanding of their ways. After wandering the desert, he found a ruin and decided that his life was could only go two ways at this point. Die, whether it was here or in the ruin, or succeed and be a legend. He decided to take his chances. Despite all his training, he was barely able to deal with what was inside these ruins. The traps left him skittish and he ended only activating more in his worries, and he had a terrible time with the monsters, ultimately running from the in the long run. Eventually, he did find some worth while loot. In here, he managed to find a lantern. In a panic, he calmed himself by rubbing it only to find a genie within. With this at his side, he managed to clear the dungeon and claim the loot. After such, he used the loot to return to the area above the ruins and start a kingdom over it. Since then his kingdom has continued to thrive, though he has stayed away from all the other kingdoms as much as possible.
Rank: Emperor
Alignment: Kanaan works for the kingdom of sardonia, he is also a vert lawful good person
Age: 27
Items: Kanaan carries a very large waterskin that is filled with holy water. There is also the potion of gaint's strength he carries and a vile full of extremely potent alcohol.
Weapons: Besides from a curved jimbaya that is in great condition, with a bronze circle guard, square pummel and leather wrapping the grip, he carries two other weapons. The first is his more known weapon, his reverse sickle. The whole thing is made from a unique golden color ore, and is enchanted with a holy rune via talisman wrapped around the pummel and grip and trailing off the end. The guard is an elegant enclosed grip with intricate vine looking detail. The other weapon, which he rarely uses and usually keeps stored away his his shield sword. The grip is very large, almost to the length of his wrist. the rest of the weapon is a huge blade, thick and wide, like gutsu's blade in berserk almost. The blade is very dull.
Skills: Herbalism, Bokatar-like melee martial arts style, a unique southern fist like martial art, and extensive knowledge of politics
Abilities: Kanaan, when extremely drunk becomes a fighting machine. He is too slippery to hit, attacks with strange counters at odd angles, and has dramatic mood swings. He is also known for amazing luck, which has not failed him yet. Finally, he has a mind that is almost uncorruptible by magic.
Magic: Kanaan does not know any magic as of yet.
Other: Despite his training, Kanaan can be a bit of a wimpy fighter

Name: Mekkah Charing
Alias: The councilor
Species: Djinn
Appearance:
Height: 5'4
Weight: 94Ib, but you shouldn't ask
Personality: Mekkah wants nothing more than to have fun. She is flirtatious, boisterous and not exactly the nicest. She loves to start things, and can be a bit mischievous at times. Despite her impish way, she is true to her word and would never start something knowing it would cause serious damage to her current 'master' or a bunch of people. She likes to party, play and do anything that is fun.
Bio: Mekkah was made by the ancient ones a long time ago, but do to her mischievous ways was banished to a lantern and stored away. She spent years in there, bored, angry, and just sad. She had been awoke twice, but each time, the people just used her put her back. Kanaan was different, however. He cared for her, and he wanted her help and advice. He was scared when he took on his dungeon and wanted her company. He felt so indebted to her, and still had a few wishes left. He used one to ask her to be his adviser in his new kingdom, and the other to make her his friend. Since then, she had followed in her promise, but grown bored of politics. Knowing he will never go on adventures again, she now goes into the commons and does as she pleases.
Rank: Adviser
Alignment: She is aligned to the kingdom of sardonia, but is more in it to far fun and watch
Age: 584 year
Items: Other than her own lamp, she usually carries a large Book full of tomes
Weapons: Mekkah does not wield any weapons
Skills: Mekkah is rather limited here.
Abilities: Bi-lingual: Mekkah can speak and read multiple languages, but is limited mainly to ancient languages and early ones.
Dungeonineering: Do to being one of the monsters of old, Mekkah has lived inside the ruins of the old times and understands how they work.
Magic: Magic Materialization: Mekkah is able to create things from thin air, but is limited to things based on what are around her and has to keep things rather small. (Ex. can make a sword out if she sees someone with one, but can't make one the size of a castle)
Fire control: Mekkah can use any fire around to her will, shaping it, moving it and making more or less of it. This requires fire to be there, unfortunately.
Other:

[User] "Oh I am not worried that much about you hurting me. I'd just prefer not to cause a ruckus before a have a chance to speak with the emperor, that's all." Martel smiled faintly and shook his head. "Well, my offer still stands if you ever change your mind. Also I thank you for your kindness." He paused for a moment and rolled his eyes. "Different what you expected, m'lady? Did you perhaps think me an inhumane monster who causes milk to curdle, women to misscarry and cattle to die by the power of my presence alone? Or perhaps you thought me a raving lunatic whom revels in bloodshed? Admittedly a part of me is like that, but I'd rather keep it well in check. It's not good for the publicity of the Raven Company if my bloodlust would get the better of me, now would it?" The tall man spread his arms slightly and smiled.

[Assistant]
XVI@manapool1

"I'm not sure. Vampires I've encountered previously have always had their own selfish agenda. You, on the other hand, seem to genuinely want to help people," Lyn said, "I've only encountered a few vampires who are truly good. And most of them are the heads of the ancient clans. Only had the pleasure to have a conversation with one."
She paused for a moment.
"I hope the Emperor arrives soon. I don't like my time to be wasted."

[User] "Of course I have my own selfish agenda! That's just not because I am a vampire. Can you claim that humans in general do not have their own selfish agendas? My agenda has nothing to do with me being a decent person." Martel rolled his eyes and again shook his head. "Can't I help people while at the same time furthering my own selfish goals? What do you think, m'lady?"

[Assistant]
Suddenly bursting through the door was a man taller than most, but was surprisingly lean. From his pale skin and pure colored clothing made of rich fibers he was undoubtedly a man of higher status. On his side was a small yet wide dagger that was very curved, it was obviously a jimbaya, even in the proudly worn leather sheath made of very high quality material. His left portion of his face was a huge piece of scar tissue that covered a little less than half of his face. His eyes where a very light blue, the burnt one especially so. He stood tall and the already fairly quiet tavern came to a silence, a few men nodding to him, most going to their knees before he shook his head to stop. Behind him where two steel cases around the bodies of guards, each of them equipped with a pike they used like walking sticks, and a very short arming sword at their waist. He scanned the area before walking towards the djinn, a straight face the whole time.
"Hello Kanaan...fancy meeting you here"
"Yes, I know the usual speech, I'm more interested in this group you have created...none of them seem very at home in my kingdom, let alone this tavern. Perhaps they would care to elaborate"

[User] Martel spun on his heels and made a very proper and polite bow. "Ah, wonderful! You must be the Emperor then. Though you have perhaps heard of me allow me to still provide you with proper introductions. I am Lord Martel Corbanet, commander of the Raven Company mercenaries." He straightened up and smiled politely. "Now, I would hate to sully this fine establishment with my presence any further so I hereby inquire from you if my men and I could provide protection to the outlying villages - for a fee of course."

[Assistant] "Ice gaurdians, eh? Can't say I've 'eard of 'em. I've been to Scrooth though. Third best pork I've eva 'ad!" She said, raising her glass to her lips and tipping the liquid into her mouth. She was about to continue talking, but was silenced by a tall man entering the bar. She lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned over to the girl. "Do you know who he is? And what's your name, li'lle ice princess? Or shall I just call you Frosty?" She whispered with a smirk.

[User]
Lyn bowed slightly when the Emperor arrived.
"My Lord. My name is Lyn DeVer, Unbound Sister Judgement of the Order of the Light. You called upon my services. What is it I may do for you?" She said, keeping herself bowed until she had finished talking, before standing up straight.

[Assistant]
Kansan gave the vampire lord a look over before ignoring him for the most part to listen to the other two, glaring at mekkah all the while. When he heard about judgement, he smiled brightly.
"Of course, how could I forget! Where are my manors? All of you, welcome to my kingdom! I see great potential in all of you, even you" he muttered, motioning to the single lady in the group not equipped with any armor.
"And you, leader of the raven Company. I am glad we have finally met. Now, if you are here for the quest I have in store, please return to my palace with me. Rest assured you will be accommodated for, but I would rather keep these problems confidemtial"

[User]
Lyn frowned a little at the mention of a quest. She wasn't the one to take a quest for its monetary rewards, rather completing deeds for the good they did for people.
"Is this quest one that my order would support?" She asked Kanaan, "Will it be a quest for light and good?"
If it wasn't, she would have to think seriously about taking part.

[Assistant] Martel gritted his teeth, he was rather unaccustomed to not getting immediate answers to his questions. Still he chose to play along for now. "A quest, m'lord? I do enjoy some heroics every now and then." He made a quick bow before turning on his heels, walking back to his men, again politely asking them to stay out of trouble, picking up his helmet and returning to stand in front of the Emperor. "I am at least ready to hear what you offer, m'lord."

[User] "Oh I'm Fendil" she sed looking a little embarrassed. She was now on her seventh cup of 'oil water' and was now fully drunk "can't say that I know him, why do you?" she sed while gulping down the last of her drink. "Say, wanna dance? I could get the bard to play a song" she sed with pretty smoothly for being drunk. @Framing A Moose

[Assistant] As soon as the silver-haired girl stopped talking, Emma put her finger to the girl's mouth. "Shhh..." She whispered, looking at the emporer. She leaned into the girl's ear, still looking at the emperor, and whispered, "'e said something about a quest...we should partake...though we may not be wanted...soooo...we're gonna follow them..."

[User] "I can tell you that this quest is for the greater good of all in my kingdom and perhaps even farther off sister of light" He muttered to a rather straight and serious tone. He was very obviously worried for them as he kept this quiet so that the others could not hear him. Mekkah returned to pep to the others in the tavern, ordering another round of drinks to the dismay of Kanaan who shrugged a bit at this and turned to Martel. "And of course, heroics are needed, as are your wits and prowess in the battle field, though you may be at a disadvantage here" He spoke with a bit more energy, sensing the anger growing in the man who was not know for his righteous deeds. Finally he turned to the other two ladies, who he presumed where drunk. "I assume you two will join as well? If you aren't warriors, I will not suggest join, however"

[Assistant] "Well if it is not too urgent I could send word to the rest of the Raven Company, but I am assuming time is of the essence here." Martel shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly. "I am assuming there is no time for that. Perhaps we should be on our way then so you can tell us what this is all about." He shook his head slightly and placed the helmet on his head, while pulling the jaw down to reveal his face. "My apologies for covering myself like this, but the sunlight does me no favors."

[User] "Oh, ok" she sed sounding like she was already sobering up. "So what's the plan" she sed standing in her toes with a sparkle in her eye. @Framing A Moose

[Assistant] "That we cannot discuss here, however, in my palace, I will explain everything. If you are willing to risk all that you have, them follow me"


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.

Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
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Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.

Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.

Color: Shiny Gold

Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean

[User] Sighing, The Kingdom clicked. "I don't have time for your dramatics. Just die." Slots opened on the Back of the Kingdom sending out ten pistol-sized space ships known as "Arrowheads". As they sortied Ebon ducked underneath the anchor and put The Kingdom between him and the girl who was trying to pick a fight with him. The Arrowheads then began to fly around the girl about five feet away from her, firing bullet sized bolts of lasers. While they may be small, they packed the same amount of force as your average .45 caliber bullet, only made of lasers. Two of the ten ships were glowing, signifying that they were charging for a more powerful shot.

[Assistant]
Abel Fulgurate

Shiro's best efforts at arousing the girls' trust touched something of a nerve with Abel. If these tattoos, or what they meant, rather, were so important to him, why hadn't he confided in his own team? The guardian guessed that the reason lay in the team itself: they had no choice but to trust each other, so their secrets could stay hidden to one another. That didn't exactly sit right with Abel, now that he thought about it. Real teams, the ones in the stories that lasted lifetimes longer than the living people they portrayed, didn't keep things from one another. Unfortunately, Abel wasn't quite sure where to begin with himself. As he listened to Shiro's explanation of his tattoos, Abel knew he didn't have anything quite that powerful. He had managed to put the ordeal with his brother Kane behind him, after all.

Abel's sudden thoughtfulness didn't quite extend to the faunus girls, however. Maybe it was the sickly-sweet smell of the suspicious substance on Abel's jacket, or the weapons sported by both hunters, or the overall situation they were in, but they didn't appear to be on their side just yet. The squirrel still jittered, obviously on the hunt for an opportunity to run, but a strange calm had come over Coral. She looked at Shiro with somber gray eyes. "I...I don't get that confidence. I don't see where your story says how it gets better. For some of us, the reason we're here isn't because of prejudice or tragedy or anything. Myrtle's here because she's got some problem with her quills. They hurt her night and day, and she figured that if she could get rid of them, she'd be able to fully live again. My Mauve used to be a soldier, but a flashbang permanently damaged his ears. Rather than making him deaf, it did the opposite. Now every little noise is agony for him. The doctors gave him pills to deaden his hearing until he could be treated. They told us how the surgery works, you know. A serum targets faunus-specific cells, like those in ears, or quill, or a tail, and makes their membranes impermeable. The faunus parts effectively die off, and tools are used to cleanly remove the dead tissue."

She stuck her hands in her pockets and looked at the floor, signaling surrender. Seeing this, the squirrel girl went pale, and suddenly bolted toward Abel, thinking that he'd be too slow to stop her. The guardian guided the Ampere in front of her and she smacked into it, eliciting a short, sharp cry and the thwarting of her escape. Abel grabbed her shoulder and tried, mindful of how she must feel, to steer her back toward Coral without hurting her. Coral watched, but did not interfere. "I don't know if your the good guys and the doctors are the bad guys or vice versa, or if anyone's good or anyone's bad. We were all kinda suspicious of this miracle operation, but we decided to try it anyway. We don't have to strength to stop you, none of us but Pop and maybe the guards, so I guess we'll have to hope for the best. Amy, don't try to run. It'll all be okay."

At that moment, a brown blur with a yellow trail shot from a doorway a hundred feet way or so and zipped past the group of four in the hallway. Just for a moment, as it passed Shiro, it slowed down, revealing a lean coyote girl with scruffy gray-brown hair, lovely but frightened features, eyes totally black but for yellow irises, and the word EMBODIMENT tattooed in a curve beneath an eye. Then Sienna was gone, racing faster than possible up some stairs, out of the shelter, and off the island, speedy enough to make the sea into a road.

Abel blinked, not sure what he'd seen. "Huh?" He grasped at the faint yellow trail, which vanished between his fingertips. A grimace appeared as he attempted to move his wounded arm. "What now? Should we find Sapphire? She went off to follow some doctors somewhere. He glanced at the faunus girls. It wasn't often that he was the only human around. "Um, stay here maybe? From what you said, I guess there are others. Oh! We should call the Vale PD. They can bring boats and get the people off this island." As he continued, he attempted to keep his face free of doubt. "Bet once you guys tell them what's going on, they'll sort everything out okay."

-=-=Sapphire and Pop=-=-

A raised eyebrow greeted Sapphire's inquiry. Nevertheless, Pop smiled and quit his stance. "Oh? A huntress who'll talk with words rather than weapons? Well, I'll take it with a grain of salt...I did see what you did to my doctors, after all. But I'll take it. Just don't try any funny business. In the spirit of civility, I'll tell you what my semblance does. It speeds up the rate at which I look at the world, making it look like slow motion to me. I can't move my body at all, but I can take as long as I need to examine everything that's going on and adjust my actions accordingly. And it has a cooldown time of half a second. In the world of boxing I was known as Perfect Jones."

He took a step toward Sapphire and crossed his arms. "But we're not debating about me. A great scientist, though we're not debating about him either, once said that all theories should be given to children, and that if children couldn't understand them, the theories were worthless. My ideals are easy to explain. I want to provide the option for faunus to become human if they wish. This can be either for personal reasons, as in, they think it's the only way to escape persecution, though I know better, or for physical reasons, as in, a bat faunus has hearing so acute that everyday noises give him migranes. My original plan was to devise a reverse operation as well, to make humans into faunus, but that's much harder from a medical standpoint. Easier to take than make, as they say. The funding for this project came from the savings of my wife and I, for it is my dream. I expect that once I go public, I may receive a Regal Science Prize. Is that good enough for you, miss? If it is, and you'd be willing to talk down your friends, I'd be more than willing to call off my guards."

[User]
"For the record... I don't apologize to somebody who threatens me. Also... Nobody calls me a bitch.", Skyra snarled as she vanished from range of the anchor.
While Ebon deployed his shield and drones, Skyra theatrically pulled out her two swords and only then igniting their energy blades.
The blue light of the blades lit up herself and added an eerie blue glow to her face contorted with anger.

"Just move out of the way, you don't want me angry, I can promise you.", Skyra warned the four girls with a threatening growl in her voice as she started to whirl her blades in front of her.

[Assistant]
Amaranth snapped out of a stupor that felt like it had lasted for months.

God, how could a class ever be that boring... Course, everything always seemed to last longer when the weekend (and her date) was right around the corner. But before anything fun could happen, she had to get through her first mission with her vagabond, slapdash team that was somehow the people she was relying on to get her through this.

Somehow, she felt like she was in excellent hands.

[User]
Jack Orpheus | Dragon's Den Back Room

"Well that's just peachy...", he commented. Luke immediately jumped to hold the door back, with little hesitation he slipped through the gap and out into the hallway. He briefly shuffled through his pockets to check if he got the documents, and it appears that was the case. It all checks out, but it looks like the building was on high alert too...

"Alright, me and Luke are searching for an exit, see you guys soon", he spoke into the comms.

"By the way Luke, we should try and find an alternate route. We can't go out through the club floor anymore", he suggested.

[Assistant] Krysthane was despartly thinking of a way to find out what she wanted to know as quickly as possible. The old guy had asked them about being in trouble again, so that supported her theory of them being vandals right? While the store's name was adorable it just mean the old man probally wasn't a part of him. Thinking of how best to play her simpering role best she finally said in her airhead voice, "Oh I'm no racer though I appreciate a nice looking vehicle when I see one. I more intrested about you though, just what kind of trouble could some nice boys like you possibly get into?" Gawds if they could just confess or something already she could kick their arses. Sepia seemed to be going along with it well enough so as long as nothing unexpected happened and these guys were as stupid as they acted this should be over and done with in less than five minutes.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 14 (Actually 36, she has inherited the long lifespan of Elves)
Appearance: Like so. She usually wears a form concealing robe to hide her nonhuman traits.

Bio: Sybille was an orphan who was taken into servitude of a certain Baron of the Empire, whose territory bordered the Silent Forest. A wayward creature born from two feuding enemies, the young kid faced a lot of scoff at her half-blood inheritage and was resented by many, usually being relegated to the most menial and denigrating jobs one could imagine that a child could make. However, it was equally true that a lot of the staff were kind to her, and did not mistreat her any poorer, even if her growth was slower than human children in that regard.

One day, everything changed for the young fey-blood. Chasing one of the lord's pet cats, she wandered into the castle's dungeon. She saw something that she was never meant to see. The chained and ravaged body of an elven woman, who had been subject of abuse for years, bound in cold iron chains and so weak she could barely talk. Suddenly, a grim realization came to herself. Why would anyone take a half-blood inside a household if not to protect an even more unspeakable secret? That woman... was her mother. And she had a hunch that the human that fathered herself was none other than the Baron himself.

Something inside her awakened. For a moment, she touched deep inside her own soul, and awakened the power of her own Soulstone. The Baron's mighty hold was suddenly set aflame in wrathful magical fire, as a teary eyed, screaming child with newly awakened magical powers went on a rampage and assaulted the dungeon. There, she broke her own mother's binds and took the broken elven woman outside the fortress in the ensuing chaos. While she had been a product of a vile act, she nevertheless thought that she at least owed her for bringing her to life. She had hoped that maybe, just maybe she would be accepted despite her half-blood nature.

She was wrong. As soon as she stepped into the forest, no less than half a dozen of bows aimed at her, whispers into her ears telling her of how abominable her nature was. She however, was granted mercy for she had brought one of their kin into their fold, and allowed her to leave the forest unscathed. She did so, unable to keep gazing at her mother who saw her as something she would rather never see again in her life. Heartbroken, she turned her sight once more in the lands of men, only to find that she had nowhere to go. She had set fire to her lord's keep, and also, after revealing herself to elves, she had doomed the entire hometown to perish under a rain of arrows.

She hid. Inside a wine cellar, deep in the town's tavern, hoping she was never found by either side, for she would probably be killed on the spot. Not that she had much will to live, but still, she was convinced that her death would be anything but quick. Her fortune for once, smiled at her. No elf or human soldier found her, but instead a wizened scholar, who had been asked to offer magical backup on the humans' counterattack. After she broke into sobs and told him the whole story, the old man just smiled and comforted the troubled child, and decided to take her as student. He also offered her to find people who could teach her the elven script and language.

Sybille left her past behind and aimed to become a great scholar aswell. However the old man, whose name was Zultar, died of old age no sooner she had finished her basic training in the arts. Sad for losing perhaps the person who had been closer to a parental figure, she nevertheless heeded the old man's words, who told that from that point on, she could do the rest on her own, and encouraged joining the Blood Rose Irregulars, an organization which would probably accept her condition and allow her to see the world experiences she needed for her skills to grow.

Fighting Style: Sybille can't do close and personal, and she only knows how to flail a dagger in melee. She, however is a decent shot with the bow, and most importantly, she has a peerless aim when it comes to magical combat. She relies on offensive elemental spells for the latter, both fire and ice.
Equipment: A fine enchanted cloak, a dagger. Seweral jewelry accesories containing Soulstones.
Skills/Abilities:
-Elemental blast: Sybille is adept at flinging elemental blasts at great ranges.She currently can perform fire and ice, but she hopes to improve in this regard.
-Enhaced Senses: Being half elf, Sybille has better eyesight (and even nightvision) and hearing than humans. She has also better reflexes.
-Archery: While not to the level of her magic, Sybille can shoot fairly well with a bow.
-Fey-blooded: She is unnaturally resistant to mind-altering magic and illusions. Also she probably has a lifespan of centuries if not millenia.
-Elven Script: She knows how to pronounce and write it.
-Servant chores: She can cook, clean and make beds.

Other Information: Being a Half-Elf and fey-blooded, she possesses the weakness of the fae to Cold iron. IE: A horseshoe or similar pure iron item would definitely feel like -acid- to her skin.
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[User]
As the smoke started to settle and the signal for retreat was heard, Alm's words ringed true in Freir's head. As his brain started working a mile a minute, he swiftly scanned their surroundings. Xia was either still hidden somewhere near or, most likely, had taken off at the thought of gaining other glories in battle. Alm and himself, good warriors as they were, had already been fighting for some time while what seemed like fresh endless hordes of orcs made their way to the center of the city.

"Holding our ground is out of the question," Freir retorted. "Both retreat signals have been made so we can't count on backup from now on and I have the feeling that this is just the welcoming committee. Besides, there's probably a good reason why we've been called back."

Despite having arrived at the Irregulars as an insolent troublemaker who made a mockery of the chain of command, the northerner had learned, rather painfully, that in battle you're more likely to live longer if you do as the more experienced soldiers tell you. If it had been anyone else, Freir would have left the company a long time ago but Captain Sanada was a man he could tolerate taking orders from.

"There's a good to fair chance that Lady Sanada might ignore the call for retreat in order to raise her body count," the blonde haired thief mused. "We'll look over the area for 10 minutes and try to run into her. Any longer and we risk getting caught under the orcs' swords ourselves." Freir strapped his axe to his belt and readied himself to start running. "Stay near me and don't engage them directly. Tracking is not my strong suit but I know a thing or two about staying out of sight."

[Assistant]
Arden

Bells and whistles erupted over the ongoing screams and crashes. Arden had heard the sudden noise but in his panicked frightened state he barely recognised it for what it was. He sat on the dirt floor, back pressed firmly against a wall, arms wrapped around his knees hugging himself tightly.

Heavy footsteps trampled in the nrl ear distance, growing and nearing the entrance of the long alley way. Arden's heart erupted in his throat as he held his breath in fearful anticipation. Grunts of orcs could be heard as well as the clatter of their horrific weapons. Arden couldn't look. The sound passed. The orcs carried on by and the trampling faded.

Quivering Arden exhaled a deep breath. He felt light headed and dizzy. It was difficult for him to bring himself to stand, but he did. Using the wall for support he stumbled out of the alley way. Realising the whistle for the alarm it was he found his feet and quickly ran off in the direction of their planned retreat.

@Cherrywitch

[User]
(Forgotten how I formatted it last time, rip me) Volux

 Dong, dong  tolled the bell, a not-so-subtle prod to the Knights that it was time to fall back, and it seemed that the thick-skulled cannon fodder knew that too. A horde more streamed out onto the street, ugly faces snarling and displaying twisted smiles. Volux glanced around, meeting eyes with every since Orc before him, every single one causing the child to shudder. He froze, no magic spell could give him the courage to put himself through this. He caught the two orcs from before leering at him, almost like they found it funny that the tides had turned.

Conflicted, Volux decided to concede.  It is one thing risking your neck on something you will likely survive, but when all the odds are stacked against you you may as well flee and fight another day he justified to himself, taking a step back. The orcs flashed their crooked teeth in delight, and took a seemingly pround and cocky step forward, then another, before charging forward amongst roars of victory and war cries.

Volux did not need to worry long about being viewed as a coward, a whistling arrow soared through the air and exploded, in a furious display of fire.  The Retreat Signal he exclaimed inwardly, a smile of relief speading slowly across his countenance. Without a single moment more of hesitation, he turned tail and fled; emerald cape flapping through the air behind him. It took him a while to notice, but he hadn't seen Sereph anywhere when he took his retreat, and hoped she managed to make it to the rendezvous safely. And Arden, Volux hadn't seen him in even longer and began to worry about the boy. If anything happens to the boy, it was my fault he thought guiltily.

@Dark Light

[Assistant]
Xia hopped across the rooftops, light and soft on her feet, flickering from sight as she passed through the shadows of taller buildings. Every now and then she would pause to release a few arrows from a large bow she had acquired from an Orc. She surveyed the streets below her, helping where she could, but never deviating from her retreat order.
She of all people knew the importance of obedience.

[User]
"Right. I get to play errand girl." Sybille answered as she swiped the letter abruptly from Jing's hands. "Well. At least I have a job now..." She said as she hid the letter among her robes. Letting go of her apples, she then adjusted her cowl and began runnnig away, deftly squeezing through the waves of manflesh.

"Faster." She said, as she eyed the rooftoops. "Hmm..."

She had an idea...

---

Light
The rooftops were a tricky path, but somehow she had managed not to trip herself while running through them. And Xia was about. Of course she was. She looked the kind of person who would be leaping around rooftops. Making a noticeable sign, she approached swiftly the other figure. "Xia, message." She added, without much flair as she readjusted her hood after so many bouncing. Now if she only had a bow...


[System]
Appearance:
(instead of the outfit in the image, he'll be wearing a white dress shirt, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a black tie.)
Age: 19

Power: Smoke Conduit As a Conduit, Taka is able to hit harder and take more hits than a normal human being can. Also, he can jump from high areas without taking damage and self-regenerate from damage within minutes. However, this does not mean he is impossible to kill. If he takes a substantial amount of damage, he CAN be killed/defeated.

Bio: One night, on the way back to his apartment, Taka decided it would be faster if he went through an alleyway instead of taking his usual route home. Halfway down the alleyway, he finds what seems to be a rather expensive shard of a gem lying on the ground, it being the color of ash with flecks of a fiery red. Upon touching it, however, his entire body gives out on him as a sharp pain starting from his hand flows through him, knocking him unconscious. He wakes up a few minutes later, feeling fine at first. Unfortunately for him, three members of a local gang show up as he recovers, looking like they wanted to beat him up for fun. The next ten seconds for Taka are a blur, taking all three of the men out by accidentally launching a smoke grenade at them from an extended hand. Very curious of what else he could do, Taka did everything he could possibly think of that would involve smoke. He quickly learned how far he could push his physical limits.

[User] Sarah went walking around quietly, humming to herself.

[Assistant] After walking around for some while Duke found himself at the beach, more precisely at a Mexican restaurant. " Guess the money of those guys comes in handy." Duke walked up to the restaurant as he felt something strange. The crystal around his neck started reacting to something close by. Duke didn't know how he knew he just felt it. Duke walked to the middle of the restaurant and started looking everyone over to see if he could pinpoint the stange energy he was feeling.

[User]
Moonlight@olcharlieboi
Movement down below broke his attention on the moon hanging so low in the sky this evening. It appeared that the university headmaster accompanied by a priest of all people was strolling out together towards the the dorms. That was extremely odd, not only because he had only ever seen the Headmaster during official functions and gatherings, but also because the school had always had a very strong scientific background and majority of the higher staff had made their own lack of faith readily apparent. When the rumors of some type of angelic war had come around, the staff had not even bothered to acknowledge them, they found it so ridiculous. But there they were a priest and the headmaster coming towards his dorm area.

Will kept his eyes of the priest watching his steady approach. There was something about the man that set his hair on edge, some sort of tremble in his chest that spoke of danger. He put his hand on his own chest and felt a vibration where stone fused heart resides in his chest. It was almost like the stone was repulsed away from it almost like a magnet. His mind filled with the need to escape, to hide, to run away from the bispectacled priest. Somehow, in a way that Will could not understand the man was dangerous. He could feel the flames running in his veins now already building in response to the increased adrenaline in his system. He grabbed his backpack and stuffed in a few of his essential supplies including the small amount of objects he had accidentally warped, with the exception of the front doorknob and lock. He rushed out into the night quietly making his way away from the approaching pair and out the exit through the courtyard on the other side.

He crouched slightly so he wouldn't be seen down on the ground floor and quickly entered in staircase down, taking the steps two at a time. He exited and entered into the courtyard. He began moving in a hurry straightforward, but as he did so felt a massive pull or maybe push towards his left hand side. His legs reacted on instinct turning him quickly and causing him to run into someone who had been walking and humming in the courtyard. He fell backwards and landed on his rear end with a slight "Oof!" of impact.

Will rose quickly and lifted his extremely warm hand out towards the girl in a attempt to help lift her off if she choose to accept it. "I am so sorry about that! I don't know what happened..." A cloud drifted lazily through the night sky and a ray of moonlight hit the girls head. Will felt a thrum from the stone residing in his chest that carried through all of his body. It was a sense of ...familiarity? Maybe longing? Whatever the feeling it had not come from Will.

He looked at the girl again and gently spoke, "You are moonlight." He said this was no sense of question in his tone, but as a statement of irrevocable fact. He shook his head, perturbed by these new sensations and moved into a more brusque tone. "Come with me. Someone dangerous is coming."

[Assistant] Sarah fell onto her rear end and she landed with a soft "oof" as well. She took the hand the man offered her and stood, brushing herself off. She heard what he said and she frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about." She though felt it as well and looked to where the priest was and she nodded. "Then let us go." She said softly.

[User]
@Nikki Moonlight

 Dusk would nod smiling as the headmaster started ranting about his own beliefs and everything, dusk would stop when he felt the strange sensation, when they came closer he felt the feeling double. He turned towards Sarah and Will and immediately started running using the feeling to tell which direction they are by how strong it is, he knew now this must of been why he was called here there couldn't be an other explanation as to why there was mysterious activities in this town. a light would seem to radiate off his body as he rushed towards them.

[Assistant] Sarah turned hearing footsteps and she froze, her eyes wide. She looked up at the moon, holding out her hand. A knife formed, the handle in her hand as she hid it from view, ready to use it if needed.

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As he was enjoying the scenery, Taka could sense some form of disturbance in the distance, by what appeared to be a hotel. The gem shard he had gained his abilities from, now having a home within his earring, began pulsing, as if wishing for him to head towards the hotel. "Well, you've yet to steer me in the wrong direction...let's see what you've got for me this time." Taka remarks as he leaps from his perch on the billboard unto another roof top, taking the high route towards the designated building.

Upon reaching his destination, the hotel itself was a sorry sight. The walls were covered in ivy, the windows either baring cracks or being completely shattered, leaving only an easy entrance for people or creatures of all sorts. "Well now, this is quite the home the target has chosen...I hope they don't mind if I make myself at home." With that being said, Taka enters the building via one of the open slots that a window used to call home. Figuring what he was looking for wouldn't make itself easy to find, he decides to start the building search with the second floor. "Hello? Anybody home? Or thing? I just want to talk!" He calls out, hoping things might go smoothly if he makes his presence known.

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The sudden sound of another man's voice snapped Albert mind away from the thoughts of revenge. "Dammit," He growled loudly, backing away from the windows in the hopes that whoever this man wouldn't be able to find him. A foolish move as he knew that if the man would instantly notice him if he threw a glance through the window to his room. Sure, the window was dirty and grimy, but that wouldn't be much of a hindrance if the man just got close enough. It was now less of a question of if, and more a question of when he would be found.

"Don't be from the hospital, please don't be from the hospital," Albert started chanting got up from the ground and slowly started to make his way to the window, he kept his eyes on it at all times, expecting the guy to pass by any moment now. He could feel a strange itch in the middle of his upper back, and it got worse and worse as time went by, and he assumed that it had something to do with the guy getting closer to his room. The last time he had had felt this itch Albert had ended up sprouting a pair of big white angelic wings, but this time, the feeling was much stronger and more focused on just one point, almost like something inside him was reacting to the man's presence. He clenched and unclenched his hand in rapid succession as if it would help relieve some of the stress he was feeling, but the only thing he ended up with was a slight pain from where his nails had dug into his palms. "Come on...come on," He whispered as he leaned against the window and looked out in search for this mysterious man.

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saw a man looking around the restaurant. Something was off about him, though. It was as if he was already infused with a sin. No, that wasn't it. He was infused with something but it didn't have the same dark taint as a sin.

Kyle got up to and walked towards the man, bumping into the fat woman and absorbing most of the Gluttony from her. Might as well try it out, he thought as he neared the man. "Hi." he said. "I think I'm the one you're looking for. Care to join me for a drink?" He held out his hand for the man to shake it. Hopefully the man would return the gesture, giving Kyle the opportunity to try out the his new Sin by infusing some into the man. "Come, I'll buy you a burrito."

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@Nikki Moonlight

Will grabbed the girls forearm staring directly ahead of him away from the approaching priest. There was no need to look and see how far away the man was, he could feel his approach pushing against his being. "If we get far enough away, maybe we won't be able to feel each other anymore. I had no idea he existed until I saw him!" He pulled against the girl hoping she would come, unaware of moonlight forged blade in her hand. He ran towards his car at the backend of the lot, pulling the keys out his pocket with fumbling fingers. A quick press of the unlock button and he was in, diving into the seat that was so well known for him. "Get inside quickly!" he shouted at the girl he had just bumped into.

The priest was dangerous for certain, but this was the car Will had been raised with all his life and his father had taught him to drive with. He knew exactly how fast he could shift gears and how tight the car would handle. If they go on the road it would be easy to simply outpace the priest... At least for now.

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@olcharlieboi

Sarah followed him into the car and she got in. She still held the blade, which gleamed with light. She then said as if to no one, "No... I refuse.."

[Assistant] Taka could hear muffled noises from a room, but which one? Even if he narrowed down his search to the rooms that still had doors intact, there were still quite a few rooms to search through. Luckily for him, his earring seemed to act as a detector, for the farther he went down the hall, the stronger the pulse got. Soon enough, the pulse was going wild as he came to stand in front of a somewhat battered door, the numbers on it seeking to hang by a thread. Taka decided to put his smoke skills to use and phased underneath the door in a stream of smoke, returning to his human form once he was on the other side. "Greetings. My name is Taka. I'm not from the hospital. I'm simply a wanderer. Just what are you doing holed up in here?" He inquired.

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The itch had faded, but in its place, there was a strong pulsating feeling. The feeling seemed to emanate from somewhere within his spine, and the feeling just grew more and more powerful as the man got closer and closer, that was was what Albert assumed at least. It was strange knowing just how far away or close someone was, but this man wasn't just close, he was there, right outside the door.

Albert's breathing hitched for a moment as he saw the smoke starting to seep into the room from underneath the door. His feet moved faster than they had ever done before, and he didn't stop before he felt the wall against his back. He had nowhere to run, but just having the wall against his back made him feel slightly safer. His heart was going berserk, pounding so hard that it felt as it could smash right through Albert's rib cage. His whole body trembled as adrenaline coursed through his veins, and to him, it felt like ever fiber of his body was vibrating.

"Taka?" Albert asked, watching in disbelief as the cloud of smoke turned into a man, but watching the whole scene unfold made Albert feel strangely normal. It was a nice feeling, and it was nice knowing that he wasn't the only strange man out there. "I'm hiding here, escaping the world so to speak," Albert admitted, doing the best to hide the tremor in his voice. He tried his best to smile, but it looked fake and forced. "I'm Albert."

[Assistant] "Albert, hm? A nice name. I'll be sure to get it memorized." Taka remarks as he straightens his tie before leaning his back against the wall, hands now placed in his pockets. "There's no need to be so nervous. I don't want to hurt you. I simply came to talk to someone who I felt was in the same situation as me. Considering how I'm able to utilize smoke and channel it through my body, I believe I'm what's known as a Conduit. If you don't mind me asking, just what power were you "gifted" with? Did it come through a shard as well?" He asked. He wanted to know as much information as possible before Albert decided to get into the fight or flight section of his anxiety.


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Appearance:

Gender:Furmail

Age:16

Year Level:1st year

Faction/club:None atm.

Power: 5 Palm Buddha Mountain Eruption, a martial arts passed down the Kagenuma clan, emphasizing power and technique, and above all, channeling fire through their inner ki. As a side effect of the harsh training, she gained prodigious strength and endurance, and particularly resistance towards heat. Training includes fighting with a myriad of weapons, but because of her own strength and the requisite fire the martial art produces, most weapon besides those made by her own clan usually break after a few swings, unable to withstand the effect of her power on it.

Bio:She was raised in a faraway village way up in the mountains, where her clan still owns a large amount of land and a few dojo teaching the basics of their martial arts to students. From time to time they would get the occasional challenger who journeyed there, whereupon she would sneak into the dojo to watch her father fight. Her father always looked resplendent as he fought, his techniques flawless, his strikes precise and powerful. That was not to say the challengers were mostly weak either. Many of them were strong in their own way, some were fleet and deceptive, some had this seemingly flawless ability to predict her father's moves, and some were straight up as powerful and durable like her father.

One day, during the customary dinner with a challenger after a fight, the challenger casually mentioned of a school where a lot of strong young people gathered. It was extremely obvious afterwards her father took an interest to that, for the very next day, she had a few new clothes and several bags, even though she couldn't go there yet for a few months. Her training grew steadily more intense during those last months, before finally being sent to school. As much as she disliked the rather intense training her father put her through, she understood his desire and enthusiasm.

To showcase the might of their martial arts to the world.

Score:R 1000/ P 1000 /C-Ranked Dorm

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Maxwell sighed as his last class of the day came to an end. He hated this part of the day, just because of Student Council meetings. He had been left in charge of the student council, which was terrible for multiple reasons, just one of which was that he was hated by a large portion of students. On his way to the student council room, a number of people glared at him, as if he did something horrible. Max couldn't stand the stares, but he dealt with it, somehow.

Now that he thought about it, it was surprising that he was still on the student council, and as vice president of it, no less. Of course, a few people had challenged him for the position, but there had yet to be a big attack against him, as he assumed there would be. The door to the student council room was closed, the room inside dark, a clear indicator that no one had arrived yet. He opened the door, and walked inside the room, closing the door behind him. The room was rather nice, but it was nothing to shake a stick at, just a room. Maxwell took his seat, and stared at the door, waiting for the others.

A few minutes into the utter silence, the door opened, and Alphonse Alloré walked into the room.

"We have a problem." Alphonse said, almost instantly.

"A problem? Care to elaborate, Alphonse?" Max said, as he stood up from his seat and looked at Alphonse.

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"A gimmick?" Al thought hard about what Roy was telling him. Good old Roy, he had bright ideas.
"But... that has a bad ring to it. Wouldn't it be better to have substance? Like a new signature move!" he exclaimed, drawing a sword.

"In shows, heroes always get flashy finishing moves. So if I shouted its name and did it, people would shout it too, and look forward to it at the end of every episode. Match. Until it gets defeated, and then I pull out a better one as a trump card." he smiled, spinning the blade onto his shoulder.

"Then they'd call me... Sword Guy. Or Al. Sword Al, even. My signature technique could be drop kicking the pommel, and then it shoots like a rocket."

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Greengoat & Lucius Cypher Collab

Eddie Rig vs Kagenuma Yuzuki

"Ah! The last one! Lucky~!" she said, skipping over to the sole pudding left on display.

Having just arrived at the aforementioned shop, Yuzuki browsed but for a moment before discovering one of her favourite treats on sale. Not just any old pudding too; it was the one people usually lined up for half an hour at least just to get some. To have one unsold with no one claiming it was akin to a miracle. The rest of the food on the shelves pale in comparison to this soft golden treat.

It was enough to make her perk up again.

"Hey hey hey~ Shopkeeper, gimme that one!"

"Yes! It's still here!" Eddie exclaimed when he arrived to the shop. He's had his eye on this little treat that she's been saving money for. A luxurios little thing, he could buy two good lunches for the price of this snack, but that's why he saved up money for it. This was to spoil himself. And after all the work he's been doing, he felt like he deserve a bit of a treat.

"Scusi, I'd like that snack please!"

Then he noticed another girl there. She was eying his snack.

In her jubilation, she just only noticed the man who seemed to have his eye on the pudding as well.

With a brilliant but slightly dangerous smile, she said. "Too late, its mine now."

Eddie shot a look at the girl who laid claim to the snack. Wordlessly he slammed down a wad of cash, a bit more then what he needed to pay for the snack, but regardless he made his intentions clear. "I beg to differ. I am paying for my snack. Right now." Eddie returned her smile with a trollish grin, like he was picking on a little kid. And considering the girl was a good bit shorter then he was, she really was little to him.

The temperature around her started rising, her clothes billowing slightly due to the heat. Her smile lost all trace of its brilliance, a dark expression instead replacing it. Money didn't exactly come easy to her, and to have this guy suddenly show up out of nowhere.
With a swift move of her hand, she pointed straight at the man. He was obviously from the same school she went to, so there was really only one way to solve this without her using up her pocket money.

"School rules! I'm declaring this mine, and I'm not giving it up without a fight."

"Challange accepted!"

Eddie's words moved faster then his mind. What was he thinking? Was he really going to fight this little girl over pudding?! But regardless of the circumstances, he was a man of honor. And he would honor this challenge. The shop keeper, seemingly familiar with something like this happening, told the two students to take their fight outside. He will hold the prize and serve as the referee.
Once outside Eddie carefully removed his school's jacket and shirt. He didn't want to get them dirt. He would have taken off his pants too, but even he had some shame. But he had no shame about his well toned and muscular body, crafted from yeahs of hard labor and practice. The tattoo's on his body were not simply brands from his time at the fight pits; they contained mathematical formulas and scientific theories that helped him during work. Plus they seemed cooler then fake scars or thorny briars.

"My name is Eddie Rig! And this is your final chance to surrender. You may be a girl, but I'm not going to go easy on you!"

Man or not, she wasn't about to give up anything, especially when this person simply accepted the challenge with barely a second thought. Hopefully he could give a good fight, enough to justify him challenging her pudding. But she was excited enough to have someone fight her that she wouldn't really mind losing.

With a flick of her hands to the side, she readied herself for the coming fight, right palm open and outwards towards her opponent, and the left behind her back.

"Kagenuma Yuzuki." she simply said.

"Kagenuma Yuzuki? Must be Japanese. Yuzuki... That's a cute name." Seeing that Yuzuki wasn't going to surrender Eddie limbered up and got into something akin to a fighting stance. His elbows were close to his body, good for intercepting kicks with elbow strikes, and his hands lightly cupped so they could reach out and grab, or ball into a fist before impact. Still his stance looked ramshackled, borrowed from someone else. Get past the somewhat intimdiating vistage of a six-foot man bound with muscles, and it was fairly obvious that Eddie was more of a brawler then a martial artist. His training came from experince, and he has much to learn.

With both fighters dedicated to the fight the referee looked at the two and picked up a flag, raising it into the air. "This is a dispute match! The challenger is Kagenuma Yuzuki against the challenger Eddie Rig. This is not a title ranked fight, but who ever shall win will be allowed to buy this delicious pastry. This is not a battle to the death nor to submission! The first to fall onto their backs or chest by the efforts of your opponent loses! Fighters ready? THEN BATTLE!"

Eddie charged straight towards Yuzuki with a battle cry. He moved fast, but moved under his own power. He wasn't using his ability just yet, saving that for later. His opening move looked to be a Flicker Jab straight to Yuzuki's face, but in truth that was actually a feint. He was actually setting himself up to do a low leg sweep to knock Yuzuki off her feet and onto her back.

With a deep breath, she let out a kiai, exploding the air behind her, launching her at frightening speed towards him. There wasn't a moment wasted in thinking, her actions was merely by feeling what was right. Yuzuki wasn't aiming for a throw, but a palm strike straight for his solar plexus, using her size to get under his blow.

Eddie's feint missed Yuzuki, but that was intended. What wasn't intended was for her to close the distance so much and get him right in the gut. He torqued his body the last second so that it wasn't a clean strike right into his abdominals, but he could still feel the force of her blow bounce off his chest. It was like running into a fence post. But this wasn't enough to take out Eddie, not on the first blow!

Now with him and Yuzuki so close to one another Eddie tried to cover her field of vision by slamming his elbow towards her face, however at the same time he was also moving his foot to trip Yuzuki. If this doesn't work he could still shoot for a lunge and follow up with a take down, but if it does work he'll need to crush Yuzuki on the spot before she can recover.

With barely enough time to recover from her own speedy launch, the elbow connected with her face, sending her reeling before he tried to trip her. Reflexes however, saved her from the fall, as she simply somersaulted a distance away. Yuzuki wiped off the blood from her nose. Did he break her nose?

"AHAHAA~ Good! That's good... Its no fun beating up a weakling.."

Once again, she took up the ready stance, though now plumes of fire had started to circle her. Instead of simply launching herself this time however, she started taking small circular steps towards him.

With Yuzuki giving them space Eddie allowed himself a moment to check his wound. It wasn't serious, but he was starting to feel the bruise form. "Damn. That was just a graze. I'd hate to see what'll happen if that was a clean hit." Resuming his fighting stance he looked at Yuzuki. Small bits of fire began to circle around her, causing Eddie to feel uneasy. He knew the school had some super powered freaks, but he was now literally playing with fire...

"That's hot."

Eddie smirked and looked around. They had a fairly open area to fight, so he didn't have to worry about obstacles in his way. But that also meant he didn't have anything to chuck at Yuzuki, since he doubt his body could handle getting pelted by fireballs. Or at least he didn't want to test if it could. He needed to play defensive. He needed to use mind games. He wanted to know more about Yuzuki.

"So tell me, uh... Kagenuma-san?" Eddie only knew a bit about Japanese honorifics from mangas. "How long have you been fighting?

Was he not taking this seriously? Perhaps he didn't realize she could put him in a hospital for a long time. Her stride changed, taking large spinning steps straight to his back. With the momentum from her movement, Yuzuki swung her hand towards his ribs.

"Stop talking and fight me!"

Watching Yuzuki carefully, Eddie had to be evasive. Fortunately for him, he was no stranger to dodging, so he remained quick on his feet. It was much easier since he was trying to be defensive too. But Yuzuki proved to be much faster, even when Eddie was trying to keep up. He knew she was trying to attack him from behind, but he also knew that there was very little he could do to try to stop her. So he let her get behind him, and when she charged he activated his ability for a few seconds.

Channeling his power of Friction through the ground, when Yuzuki got near Eddie actually made it less stable for her; like walking on slick ice or an oiled up floor, Yuzuki would be unbalanced, potentially slipping and falling. Even if she tried to land on her butt or hand, they too would have difficulty maintaining any grip. All the while Eddie was evasive and continued to try to talk to her, though he still felt the force of her blow hit him in the back. He rode the force to put distance between them, turning to face her properly. His back ached a bit, but he was still standing.

"Hey, a good relationship needs communication! I'm just trying to get to know you a bit more. Or maybe you'd like to ask me questions first?" Letting out a soft chuckle to mask the light groan as he felt his rib pop back into place.

While she did manage to hit the guy, all of a sudden the ground was strangely slippery, as if she was standing on ice. So thus, her spinning motion from before spun her about the place until she stopped some distance away.

"Eh? EH!?" Yuzuki had no idea what the guy did, but whatever it was, it was related to the ground.

Wordlessly she listened to him speak, before it finally dawned on her. "I see... I'm sorry for not understanding you." It was so simple that she didn't notice it. The pudding didn't matter now, not when she finally get what he was saying.

Taking in a deep breath, she started regulating her breathing, the temperature around her rising quickly, as wreaths of flames covered her body.

"So let us fight at full power!"