[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hazel is a youthful girl with soft white skin, framed by a cascade of long straight light red hair that reaches down to the small of her back. She has a small frame, which is exaggerated by her small stature, as she stand at a meager 4'8". Hazel has a heart-shaped face adorned with deep green eyes. Despite her comparatively small stature she carries an air of confidence, walking with a surefooted gait that seems to exude some deep power hidden in her small body, oft earning the attention of those around her. Even though you might think she would slip by unnoticed due to her size it seems that she is often noticed simply due to this odd aura she has. However her cute appearance and seemingly commanding air hides the truth of her...

Kingdom: Sky Kingdom

Persona: Hazel is a terrible person. She has been described as stubborn, brash, overconfident, presumptuous, mean, egotistical, hot-headed, wrathful, and vain. Her defining feature is her cocksureness: As far as she is concerned she has no equal in the fields of spellcraft, beauty, and charm. She thinks herself absolutely witty and charming even if this is entirely untrue. She is often rude to strangers, and feels a sense of superiority over her peers. She is wrathful and petty and never gives up on a grudge. She has an amazingly short fuse and is very readily angry, having absolutely no control over her emotions, going from seemingly happy to angry in the span of seconds. This has all been fed by the fact that she is indeed very powerful and pretty, and the fact that she is a hormonal teenager who happens to be one of the most powerful mages to be produced by the Sky Kingdom.

She does, however, have a few redeeming traits. She is very studious and determined. She did not just gain her power from natural ability, but also years of research and training. She is also a loyal friend, despite what some may think. She currently has none, so if she were to happen upon people that she can call 'friend' she would fight for and protect them fiercely.

However Hazel wears this persona like a mask. In reality her outward attitude is her overcompensating to hide her real feelings. Her overwhelming overconfidence hides the deep sadness she feels due to her past. She has convinced herself that she is above others so she doesn't feel the toll of not having a person to truly call her friend. Her overwhelming anger and wrath is a vent, a way to release the hatred she feels towards the world. In truth Hazel is just a lonely girl that wishes someone would love her, because she has found no love from family or friends.

Post Example: The world turned red. Hazel knew this feeling. It was pain. Excruciating and overwhelming. But it was not physical pain. Instead it came from deep inside, and it exploded, lashing out, seeking any target possible for her wrath. It seemed that everything was distant. She wasn't her. She was not Hazel Daphiat. She was not scared, or lonely, or sad. She was all malice. It was pain, but it felt good, because she knew she had power. She knew they were afraid. She knew that they knew that she could destroy a block of buildings if they pushed her the wrong way. And the fear made her feel powerful.

In short, her anger was hot and vicious and she couldn't possibly more furious. She huffed aloud and turned her attention to the servant who was now begging for her forgiveness. "What do you think you are doing?! Are you trying to anger me?!" Hazel's small staff of servants were completely incompetent. Hazel was keep under close watch by the Sky Kingdom, but one of the perks afforded by her status as a mage with such great potential was that they took very good care of her, as her parents were unfortunately unable to fulfill the task, dead as they were. She was kept in a fancy estate that was more of a prison then a home, but she enjoyed a great degree of luxury. Knowing her fiery temper they thought it best to appease her, which worked most of the time, except when someone made a mistake.

The servant was still stammering apologies. Hazel look back down at her dress, now richer a small wine stain due to the server's incompetence. She turned around, seeking out the head of her household, the closest thing to a 'caretaker' the young girl, the head servant that seemed to be the only semi-competent person around. "Winston! I want him fired immediately!" He nodded. "Yes m'lady, I'll take care of it right away. The bumbling fool was escorted out. The room quickly emptied, and all that remained were a pair of guards. They're not my guards, they're my jailers. She knew it in the back of her head. All of this luxury she was given, all of the servants, dresses, expensive things, it was all to contain her. It worked, but a part of her knew what was happening. More than anything, she wanted a taste of freedom.

She counted. It had been 10 years since she had spent a day in the world outside of her solitary prison. But the time would come soon. Soon, she would no longer be a captive, but would instead be given away as a military asset. It was a continent way for the Sky Kingdom to get rid of a very volatile problem.

Equipment: Hazel does not use sword, shields, hammers, bows, arrows, axes, maces, or any sort of martial weapon. She is above that. As for armor she also possesses none. Armor to her is a hindrance, and after all, why would one as powerful as her have need of barbaric protection like that? Magic and her natural talents are all Hazel thinks she needs.

Ability/Magic/Technology: Hazel is a completely inept fighter, but instead has the gift of magic. Incredibly powerful magic. The flame of magic burns brightly within her, and she has studied for as long as she could read to expand her talent. She knows magic of all sorts, but has a propensity for destruction. Whether it be through a great conflagration, or a massive earthquake, or a large clap of thunder summoned down upon her opponent, or even a blast of sheer arcane energy, she can bend the power of nature to destroy and demolish. However her talents are not only limited to destruction, as she has studied a great many schools of magic: She is versed in the arts of healing, illusion, the power to strengthen and empower others, and to use her power to manipulate the world around her. While some focus on one magical field and learn every in and out of it, Hazel instead knows many magical skills but has not become a true master in any.

[User]
Amadeus waited at the door, waiting for Harley, the Black Devil and his new teammate. After awhile he finally figured out the voice was coming from Harley, or more specifically, a demon following Harley.

Harley headed over with a calm smirk,

Amadeus motioned for Harley to follow him outside, "I need to talk to you about something." He then glanced at the sabres at Harleys side. "This can't wait."

Harley smirked as his companion remarked, "He's onto me, boy." Harley then shrugged and followed the other boy.

They walked into an empty alley near by, far enough that they were alone but close enough that they could get back soon, Amadeus looked Harley in the eye with a dead serious look, "I actually have two things I want to talk to you about.First being that I wanted to ask you about your 'partner'."

Harley nodded understandingly "Lilith!", he called. Second later, a tall, mesmeric voluptuous leatherclad woman appeared in a flash beside him. "Yea, that one" remarked the demoness

'Lilith?! The embodiment of Lust!' Amadeus touched his sword in caution. It would be bad if one deadly sin had to fight against the power of another deadly sin, especially in the city where alot of people could get hurt. "So your the demon I've been hearing this whole time, I could have sworn that it was a lower class demon to be able to hide yourself so easily." He stated, now having his whole hand around his blade.

"Listen, it's fine, she's a good girl, it works just fine." The demoness nodded in agreement, smirking at the knight and flashing a brief wink. "I'm a very good girl", she remarked in a sultry voice."Also, she has a smaller form she can access, it's much less...boobular"

Amadeus felt a shiver down his spine at the wink the demon shot at him, "I want to know that she can be trusted, and you as well." Amadeus asked. 'If he's made a contract with her then she'll have to do whatever he says. But by the looks of it, it seems like she isn't bound by one.'

"She kinda does what the hell she wants, which currently includes getting rid of these beasts, we've got a sort of deal, and she always gets her way", remarked Harley. "I'm a chill guy, if I did that, I'd be fucking myself. Oh! about these sabres, I have to kill something before I can sheathe them if I grip the hilts. So, if you know any conjurers, that'd be great."

Amadeus sighed, "The sabres are actually the other thing I wanted to talk to you about" He then unsheathed his own blade. "A demon sword is a weapon possessed, blessed, or created by a demon, and like yourself I also have one." Amadeus then held out the blade, "I'm guessing that your sword is blessed by Lilith there? or possessed?"

Harley looked over the demon with a raised brow. "Blessed, actually." Lilith grinned as if at some secret joke between her and the boy, to which he chewed his bottom lip, a smirk forming on his features.

Amadeus smirked at this, "Just like your sword, mine has a condition as well, and just like yours mine involves a demon of the 7 Deadly Sins"

"Well, then why are you bitching?" Harley seemed irritated that the subject was brought up after hearing this news. An emotion quickly quieted with a look from the demoness

"I just wanted to know if the 'side effect' of the blade would cause trouble. Some demon blades make the user more violent, and others suck the life force out of their wielder. Either way, I want to be prepared to save others from you, or save you from the blade. The soul of previous wielder of my sword was completely swallowed because he lost control." Amadeus then sheathed his blade, "I don't want the same thing to happen to my teammate."

"Thanks for your concern but he's fine" remarked the woman. Harley then nodded, agreeing. "If I don't kill something within thirty minutes of drawing my blade, I go into a violent blood lust, which would likely end with suicide, that's really all, also I'm kinda horny, usually all the time."

Amadeus started to jot down the new information regarding the side effects, 'Horny? Well, I guess when you've got the Demon of Lust following you around that can happen.' he looked up from his notepad. "Can the thing that's killed be 'anything'?" he asked looking for a loophole.

"Yeah, as long as it's a living being." Harley nodded.

Amadeus nodded at this, "Tell me, do you know what the imperial roach is? Its a bug that can live for months without food, water, of sunlight. They can also hold their breath under water." He then glanced at the other boy, "I'm going to get you a small bag with one inside, I want you to carry it around in case of an emergency."

"Yeah, whatever, that's fine".

"Good, we should probably head back now. The others are probably waiting for us." Amadeus said

Harley nodded, "Let's go, Lilith" The demoness smiled and strutted after him."

As they where about to walk back into the camp, Amadeus stopped and looked back at Harley, "My nickname is Adam, its the name that I give to those I trust with a sword to my neck."

"I kinda gave you my name, so, thanks?" Harley said nonchalantly

Amadeus chuckled at this, "Just don't tell anyone, Its a sign of trust afterall." He said as he turned back around and walked toward the group.

[Assistant]
It seemed that everyone disappeared all at once. Solanne left to go recruit some 'Tall Beard', a title which didn't impress Hazel much. She momentarily panicked at the prospect of being left with the pair of boys, particularly the Black Devil, but they seemed to have disappeared too, and she was left to herself for a bit. The Black Devil was certainly handsome, but there was something ever so slightly off about him. It seemed that whenever she ran into him there was some strange whispering thing that was with him. She knew that he was trouble. But he's soooooooo cute, Hazel lamented to herself. The fact that he had now vanished along with Amadeus only added to her suspicions, but it wasn't long until he had returned, along with Amadeus.

She gave the pair a pointed look, seeming to have overcame a bit of her embarrassment after getting a second to catch her breath. "What are you two up to?" She asked suspiciously.

[User]
Shortly after walking in with the other boy, Harley was tailed by a mesmeric demoness clad in leather, strutting, hips swaying, tail flicking idly. Harley approached Hazel, followed by the demoness and said. "Meet my partner, Lilith." Lilith winked a violet eye at Hazel in greeting.

"We've been fighting together, well, since I started, she keeps me level-headed, She's usually just behind-the-scenes." Harley shrugged and casually ran a hand through his hair as Lilith eyed the girl as if she was deciding how she would devour her. "Uhh, this is Hazel, as you know." Harley added. Lilith gave him a warning glare before going back to eyeing the girl. "Mine", thought the sensual demoness into the boy's head, Harley just shrugged. "Anyway, you're introduced."

[Assistant]
Hazel eyed the creature suspiciously. She knew there was something strange about Harley, but she certainly hadn't expected he'd be under the influence of a demon, and certainly not one as powerful as Lilith. Hazel grimaced. This wasn't her first experience with demons: She'd explored many facets of magic during her time locked away, and demonology was at one time a topic of cursory interest to her. But that soon ended, any smart mage knew that the dangers of communing with demons far outweighed the benefits. They were dangerous and manipulative creatures that Hazel wanted no part of. For all she knew Harley could very well be under the complete control of the demoness.

Hazel crossed her arms, laying them across her chest, and huffed. She despaired in thinking that Harley could be so foolish. She turned away from the boy, and the demon. She would tolerate the creature's presence, but not condone it. She did not fear talking back to the demon. "Harley, you should know that a creature like this is no good. Demon's only ally themselves with Humans for one reason: Self interest. They're interested in manipulating you, not being your friend."


[System]
Judge of Blades

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Character Summary
Aliases: Judge
Age: 177 Earth Years
Birthday: 324 AE
Species: Naka
Birth Planet: Xizu
Allegiance: Rysudan Government
Gender: Male
Occupation: Judges are the personal watchdogs and enforcers of Naka society, each protecting the interests of one country. Though a Judge's power does not extend beyond the borders of his country, it is known that a Judge will ruthlessly hunt down any known threat to his government, no matter where in the galaxy a fugitive might run. Judges seldom work together, so it is highly unusual to see two in the same room. They don't have a reputation for being the friendliest people alive, and they can certainly cause trouble for anyone they are suspicious of. Like typical police, however, Judges will leave you alone as long as you don't give them a reason to suspect you of anything.

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Appearance
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 196
Build: Fit, but not bulky.
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Neatly trimmed, short - very military. Dark brown.
Skin Tone: A slightly lighter shade of dark brown.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has no unusual markings.
Personal Style: On the rare occasion Judge can be seen unarmored, he will choose to wear whatever is both convenient and appropriate for his surroundings; he doesn't really care that much what the garb is as long as it serves his purpose. That is, assuming he doesn't have his uniform handy. Because he will definitely wear that before he throws on anything else.

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Personality:
Merciless * Loyal * Unforgiving * Coffee Addict

Relationship Status: Single.
interview:
How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
I asked around at the local bar. Politely.
How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
A high stress situation? Ah, you mean when other brigands like you come after your cargo or to settle a petty squabble. I haven't had a good fight in years - I look forward to it.
What do you think about the government?
If you were speaking of Rysudan's government, you'd be dangerously close to being interrogated for treasonous speech. But I'm sure you were just asking about human government - which doesn't concern me at all.
What do you think about people not of your species?
They are all equally capable of lying.
How do you feel about less than legal operations?
 There is a severe punishment for anyone who breaks the law in Rysudan. But we aren't in Rysudan, are we?
How would your acquaintances describe you?
I can't say - I've killed most of my acquaintances.
How would your mother describe you?
Oh, I'm sure she would tell you I'm "the best son a mother could have." They all do, after all.
How would you describe yourself?
 I'm a man who is devoted to protecting his country.

Habits:
* Blatantly staring at people who [not necessarily intended to] catch his attention.
* Eating in his quarters.

Hobbies:
* Profiling "people watching".

Fears:
* Corruption.
* Anarchy.

Likes:
* A good cup of coffee.
* A few moments of quiet.
* Sharp blades.

Dislikes:
* Guns, in general - so uncivilized.
* Terrorists. They can all burn in hell, along with anyone who gets in the way.

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Information:
General Skills:
* Can pay attention to about four conversations at once
* Can clean up your guns and sharpen your knives
* Can beat you in a staring contest
* Makes a mean cup of coffee

Specialty Skills:
* Swordplay
* Marksmanship
* Investigation

Inventory:
* Clothing - one uniform, one set of armor
* two swords
* one pistol
* ammunition

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History:

Reason for joining crew: Looking either for a woman or a small man, name, race, age and appearance unknown, wanted for the murder of the brother of the governor of Rysudan. Oh, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you? No? We'll see.
History:
"You don't choose to become a Judge. You get chosen."
"When a Judge is killed, there's no time to wait for someone to apply for the job, the country's safety is on the line. So they throw the most convenient soldier in a ship and drag him off for training. I'm a Judge because I'm disposable, not because I'm any better than anyone else. Not exactly what you'd expect, eh? I don't think anyone really thinks about it. I definitely didn't when I joined the army."
"As a child, I watched them haul my father away to be "interrogated". Never saw him again. You'd think the last thing I would want to do was join the army but instead of despising law enforcement, I was inspired - inspired to see true justice done."
"Now I'm the one that "interrogates."

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Extras
Character Quote: Innocence is subjective.
Theme Song: Drunken Whaler
Criminal Record: Clean.
Anything Else:

[User]
Andrea

Andrea was nervous, and afraid. After the knock down drag out argument between her and Maria (ending with Maria firmly not rescinding the offer to take the Judge anywhere and Andrea sulking off to her pilot's seat to seethe) she had been on edge. In an attempt to reassure herself about their cargo, Andrea had spent most of her day off checking over the ship to make sure there was nothing she had missed, or Ansgar had added when she wasn't looking. Reassured that there wasn't anything new or concerning, she went into the Hub to buy a new cape. They were gonna need good luck, and nothing brought better luck than a new cape. Coming back last night with a vibrant purple new cape, she felt a small modicum of calm return. Everything was going to be alright.

The next morning, with the realization that they actually were going to haul a Judge across space the panic returned. This morning, she had done no less than seven checks of all of the ship's operating systems, five checks of the ship's mechanical systems, and reorganized her display of model ships on her dash twice. The only thing stopping her from doing an eighth and sixth check and a third reorganization was the fact that Maria had ordered her to start helping load the supplies onto the ship, something Andrea did with only minor complaint. "Shouldn't have the pilot doing grunt work." She grumbled, picking up a box with a slight grunt and heading up the ramp. "I can fly this ship through a damn meteor shower and come out without a scratch, yet here I am, loading boxes like a farm boy on his first trip to space."

Her three drones buzzed around the ship, keeping an eye out for any trouble. And trouble would be coming, of that Andrea was certain. They had picked up a damned Judge of all people. Judges only brought trouble and death. While a rebellion wasn't exactly the cleanest of affairs, she had at least expected most of the dying to be on the other side. Judges usually meant death for those on the opposite side of the law.

Standing off the side of the ramp, her box successfully loaded onto the Lux, she gave a slight side glance at Maria. "We could just kick him off. Don't want any undue tension or stress on our cook. Or the rest of the crew." Her thumb was rubbing the coin around her neck, nose slightly wrinkled at the smell of the hub. "Really, its only good policy. Like not letting Ansgar change things on the Lux without talking to me first."

[Assistant]
Kai'mos Varthus

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Two months since joining the crew of the Veritas Lux Mea had cruised on by much quicker than the Ithlo physician realized, and yet it didn't come as a great surprise considering ship's duties and general work were in constant motion. As the only full-time medic aboard, Kai -with the Captain's expressed approval of course- made several changes and minor upgrades to the medical bay, which had previously been in a rather sad state of affairs. Aside from a lack of proper surgical tools and the like, cabinets needed to be restocked a lot of the fundamentals, including fresh latex gloves, sterilized bandages, and a thorough cleaning, free from any dust, dirt, or debris. The last thing needed on a ship full of people flying in space was infection spreading from lack of hygiene.

The single day of shore leave bestowed upon the crew by their benevolent Captain was time well-deserved by all, and Kai'mos would make the most of every minute knowing a place like the Hub would fill a great many needs on his list. One of those tasks being the tending of a second degree burn to the underside of Maria's forearm due to contact with an extremely hot pipe in the engine room the previous day. It would heal naturally over time of course, but Kai'mos -being well versed in herbalistic remedies- had a salve which would not only soothe the skin and accelerate the healing process, but repair lost tissue and any possible nerve damage with near perfection. The key ingredient, truly only ever found on a few planets within the galaxy, is also the toughest to procure without knowing precisely what you're looking for, as there are a handful of false plants sharing similar traits. Fortunately, the Ithlo knew of a place within the Hub which carried the exact specimen, however gaining access would prove to be more the challenge.

"You know we banned you, Apothecary, from your last visit to our humble establishment." The short, stout creature, similar in appearance to what a human would consider a Dwarf, stood behind the counter of the small shop which was situated to the rear of the bazaar, giving Kai'mos a very suspicious gaze as he stroked a dark, wiry beard. "We don't need trouble like last time."

"And there will be no trouble from me, I assure you. I only-"

"Right!" The vendor interrupted in a low, gruff voice. "That's what ye said last time as well before putting three of me business partners in the infirmary. I thought ye were supposed to be some kind of pacifist." His voice took on an almost condescending tone. "Ye know, all 'spiritual' and queer religious beliefs of some such."

Kai'mos, gazed at the other across the counter with a neutral expression, unphased by childish insults and wild assumptions. "Ah. You are referring to the moment your henchmen assaulted me, unprovoked I might add, and I simply defended myself?" The Ithlo nodded as he continued. "And I only came for what I have requested of you. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"Well, we don't have any in stock." The Dwarf retorted, crossing his arms in a defensive posture.

The Ithlo cocked his head slightly and raised a quizzical brow, pausing for a few moments before flicking his eyes toward the bushel of reddish-voilet colored plants hanging near a shelf behind the short vendor.

"You mean, those?" Kai lifted his finger and pointed in the direction of the dried plants.

"It ain't them." The stubborn near-human stood his ground, arms remaining crossed, as he continued to stare up at the Ithlo with a frown.

"I beg to differ, it is the-"

"Nope."

Kai couldn't help but allow a slight smirk to form on one side of his lips. He knew the games of these vendors well, and while this particular fat, lazy, pile of useless matter was the only thing between him actually procuring the very herb needed for his captain, he was also well aware of what piqued the greed of such a creature. With a graceful motion, the Ithlo slipped his hand into the interior pocket of his long coat, and pulled out a small object wrapped in tanned parchment. He could then see the expression on the vendor's grubby face softening just a bit. Kai, holding out his hand with the object, slowly unwrapped, until the object was free of its enclosure, revealing a most precious of gems.

"Rythian crystal…" The words emerged from the Dwarf's mouth as a whisper while he gazed upon the glistening facets of green and blue hues. "How did ye find such a prize?"

"Will it suffice to trade for the entire lot of my request?" The Ithlo said flatly, which was usually an indication he was ready to wrap up his business.

"Are ye kidding, Doc?" The vendor chuckled heartily, leaning in to get a better look at the gem. "This could buy ye half my stock of medicinals."

Kai'mos paused for a moment without taking his eyes off the other, and a smile eventually creased his lips.

"Excellent."

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Back on the ship, Kai'mos carried a large bag that the Dwarven vendor had graciously filled for him with various premade ointments, herbs, disinfectants, bandages, and a myriad of other needed medical wares, which the Ithlo wasted no time in restocking within the MedBay pantry. Shortly after, he began grounding up the ingredients needed and preparing a pasty substance that he immediately presented to the Maria in order to apply it to her burn wound.

"As promised, Captain." Kai bowed his head in respect to the young human who oversaw the ship he would be travelling in for an unknown amount of time.

[User]
Shing.
Shing.
The sound of stone against metal reverberated through the currently unoccupied mess hall, save for the one whose hands were the instruments in making the sound. A short blade rested against the knee of a man clad in black, silver, and gold. His arms and chest were protected by heavy armoring, adorned with decorative gilding surmounted only by the twisted helm he wore. on the table in front of him, a single mug of coffee, from which a coiling tendril of steam sprung forth of its dark substance. His nemesis.
"..."
A metallic sigh escaped the Judge, even as he set the stone and his blade on the table, freeing his hands to pull off his steely face. He'd lost this fight.
He took up the accursed mug and drank.


[System]
G E N I

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"Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it."
B A S I C I N F O
A G E

17

G E N D E R

Male

R A C E

Lion Faunas

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C O M B A T I N F O

W E A P O N
Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing.

S P E C I A L T Y

Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on.

S E M B L A N C E
Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart.

But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion.

C O L O R

Gray

E M B L E M

A black and white striding lion.

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R É S U M É

P E R S O N A L I T Y
On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions.

Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.

Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them.

But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.

[User]
Ivan gave a nod of greeting as Indigo sat down, not stopping his constant devouring of the utterly average chicken sandwiches he'd taken from the bar. He gave another nod as Merlin passed by, noting with juvenile satisfaction that his opponent seemed to be the sort who would put on the pounds as he got older. Ivan had reacquired the ridiculously large hat sometime in the last couple of hours, although the matching poncho had apparently vanished into the ether. Green eyes flashed underneath the constantly shifting brim as his head turned toward his newly acquainted teammate with his mouth finally empty enough to maintain conversation. "I'm decent at math. Kinda need to if I wanna figure out how hard I hit with my semblance." The frown that had crossed his features earlier returned. "Not so good at the history, though. Listening to the recounting of dead people doing dead things isn't really my cup o' tea."

He took a long swig from the carton of milk, staring into the distance as he considered the implications of his teams impressively average performance. "I was holding back, obviously. Doesn't make for a good show if I display all my tricks on the first day." The semi-permanent aura of confidence returned in full as Ivan turned to look for his previous opponent, spotting the caster at the table directly behind him with the shield-wielder and the clown who'd lost to a man without his main weapon. The gunslinger called over the din of the rest of the student's eating and chatting, a smirk of devilish amusement plastered on his features: "It'd take more than some amateur-hour stage magician to take me out!"

He'd begun to stuff his face again as Ineko's drone took the seat across from him, and stared blankly at it until its owner came and sat down with a hefty thud. He attempted to speak through a mouthful of food, abruptly reconsidered, swallowed, then continued. "Pity I never got to see either you or the foxy lady's fights. We may know each other's names, but we haven't been formally introduced." He extended a hand over his half-finished plate of chicken sandwiches toward Indigo and then Ineko, fully expecting it to be shook. "Ivan Oakley, best shot this side of Atlas."

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode - Grounds ==> Cafeteria

After the sparring matches were threw and the bell rang Sapphire made her way slowly to the infirmary. There the nurse bandaged her rib and ankle and gave her a soft loose slipper for her damaged foot. Then at Sapphire's insistence she also bandaged her hands. It was not that she had injured them but the trick she'd done by grabbing Oswald's sword's had sliced her gloves, aura didn't protect clothing. The bandages were to hide the scares on her hands.

After that Sapphire deciding that she didn't really need to attend the remainder of Math or any of History returned to her room to get a particular item, her violin. She walked the grounds looking for a secluded spot. The nurse had given her some sort of anti-inflammatory so she could walk properly. She wouldn't be running for another two days but she could walk.

Finally Sapphire found what she was looking for, an isolated spot. She took the violin out it's case and played a song called The Parting Glass. She could of course only play the violin part, there was a guitarist piece and flute accompaniment that went with it but those were instruments Sapphire did not know how to play. She played it three times looking out over the edge of Beacon.

Halfway threw her third recital Sapphire heard the bell ring signalling the beginning of lunch.

Sapphire made her way to the mess hall, if she wanted to have time to eat she couldn't drop it back at the dorms which was a pity but Sapphire decided not to dwell on it.

In the line up Sapphire selected two chicken sandwiches, a side of mashed potatoes, a small plate of apple slices covered in cellophane wrap and a milk. She looked up at the staff member charging for each purchase making sure she was busy with someone who'd taken an impossibly large amount of foot compared to his size. Once Sapphire was sure the woman wasn't looking at her ship popped her violin case open and slid the milk and apples into a three by six slot that was supposed to hold dust cartridges, Janus had the case specialty made, he didn't want her to ever be out of ammunition and she never let her violin out of her sight so the obvious solution was to put the rounds in with the violin. He didn't really consider that she might just take them out.

Once she'd paid for her meal Sapphire surveyed the room and decided to take a seat across from Oswald. The table was currently in the middle of a discussion on the uses of math and history and how they applied to combat.

"I'd say the wizard there is right, combat is an art form not a science. You find me someone who fights with numbers and calculations and I'll show him what a real fight looks like."

Sapphire opened her violin case and set the rest of her meal, the stuff she hadn't paid for next to the stuff she had. Sapphire was just about to take a bite of the chicken sandwich when the girl next to her made some comment about growing up with the state. Sapphire froze, that meant only one thing. "You grew up in foster care?" Sapphire had known foster care and orphanage kids. The times that Janus was away from the house Sapphire spent as far from the place as she could. She'd fallen in with less than reputable crowds but she could always tell the foster kids from the rest. Something about there eyes, they never quite focused on one thing, like they were always looking for a way out.

[User]
Aurellius looked up as their resident Oswald sat down at the table, of which he had only sat down because he had seen both Diamond and Marcus both sitting at. He flexed his bandaged right hand with a small grin as the pain served to clear his mind. Numbers, dates, and other various things had been clogging his noggin ever since the fight. That, and deeper thoughts of what it would've took to win the fight.

In reality, if he had noticed the second dagger, he would've won in a heart beat. The bandaged hand barely bothered him in the slightest, and he somehow doubted two would've stopped him. All it would have taken was a quick headbutt to Jack's stupid face...

A shake of his head brought his thoughts back to the lunch table. The food was... food. It had less quality than the cuisine he was used to, but he didn't really care all that much. "Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's... not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because... well... I never learned any of that," Aurellius heard as he stopped stabbing the macaroni with his fork, a bit surprised at the man being surprisingly open.

"Never needed it, never heard of it," Diamond replied in kind. "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children."

Aurellius chuckled, leaning backwards in his seat. He missed the heavy weight of Ascalon, having been forced to drop the weapon off at the Armory before his other classes. "You poor, poor unfortunates," he said with a heaping of fake concern added. "Well, I suppose its not all that bad. For the most part, I barely know physics. Now, get me in front of a 401k and I'm sure I can help you with that." He waved the fork, "And based on our battles, I'd say Oswald gets the promotion. Diamond, you got knocked out." He grinned slightly. "How's that head treating you, dear?"

[Assistant]
Geni looked at Merlin his new teammate. He was the magician guy, the guy with that wand dust thing. Geni was defiantly interested in the Dust mechanism and what not. Unfortunately, his own weapon was unable to efficiently utilize Dust at the moment. If Geni wanted to start using Dust he would have to ask an expert. Fortunately, he may be looking at one right now. " Thank you. But is lost, does not really fell like a good show when you lose. But I enjoyed to battle." He said with a fake grin, on the inside he was stabbing himself on the inside. "Hey, can you explain to me how Dust works, I'm thinking about utilizing it one day." He said seriously, picking at his food with his fork.

The reminder of his lost battle had deflated him. Geni scratched his head and shook his head once again, he wanted to put on a happy face for his team. He was the leader, but he was so used to following, not leading. This was a first for Geni, and he had no idea what to do. For once in his life he had no confidence in himself, but he did not his teammates to see that. He knew that they were his friends, more or less, but he felt that if he told them, they would do something. Geni knew that his fears were misguided, but he would rather keep his feeling to himself.


[System]
Nickname(s):
Phoenix

Character Appearance:

Draco's appearance is that of a regular man. He has multiple stab scares in his chest but is rarely ever seen without a shirt. His clothes are also regular, he sticks with a tightish black shirt with black jeans. He stands at 6 foot and is more lanky in weight.

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Rank:
Operative

Personality:
Draco is a sick twisted human being with no regard for human life. However, people don't see this side of him, his best thrill in the world is deception. Draco thrives on people trusting him, loving him, caring for him before he destroys them from the inside out. He prefers to be up close and personal, staring into the eyes of his 'loved' ones as their life seeps away. Draco is a very smooth talker, always knowing what to say to whom and with his vast intellectual mind, he understands almost everything to do with the body. Draco takes in his surrounds more prospectively then others, taking in as much information as he can.

Bio:
Draco knew for a long time he was different from the rest of the world. He saw the world for how it really is, a cruel mistress who likes to toy with its humans. Draco was always distant with humans, and at a young age, Draco had access to many books of study, quickly expanding his knowledge on the anatomy and brain functions of all species. Draco's mother, father and sister loved him very much and was worried about him when he started to become more distant as his life went on. Draco finally gave into his sickness. His mother came early from work, were she was met by Draco. Draco slashed his hand around, the knife connecting with his mother's throat and blood spurted out all over his body, as his mother's life began to leave her, Draco's face finally formed a sick, twisted smile. Not long after his father and sister came home, shocked as the lifeless body laid across the floor. A thud made his sister turn as their father laid on the ground with the knife through his nape. She ran through the house screaming Draco's name. Draco called out to his sister, grabbing her and pulling her into his room, locking his door. She was trying to explain their is a killer in the house but was cut short when Draco laughed uncontrollably. Confused his sister stepped towards him, but not before the knife pierced her gut. On the run from his homeland, Draco joined The Overseers and has become an Operative as a cover for his self.

Weapons:

Mind Prowess ~
* Foreign Sight - Foreign Sight allows Draco to look through the eyes of another being, however this ability has drawbacks. He has to have seen the person in his life and the further the target is from Draco, the harder it is to connect or stay connected.
* Temporal Distortion - This ability grants Draco the power to stun anyway for a specific amount of time but flooding the target with foreign images or sound.

Post Example:
(Dont understand this...?)

Theme Song(optional):
youtube.com/watch?v=OBrljutMetU&index=..
Or...
youtube.com/watch?v=LLDE2i54bR8&index=..
You Let me know which one you think fits more :p

Name
Xamar

Appearance

Age
25

Gender
Male

Race
Xamar's race is unknown to him. He appears to be human but he knows that he is different from that species. His sense of smell is heightened, his sight is better perfect, his reflexes are beyond that of humans. Xamar has also learned that his skin is fire proof, and in search of finding his race, the closest he has come to is 'Demon'

Rank
Watcher

Personality
Xamar is a particular type of person. He often looks at the world differently, of the despair it brings. He takes it upon himself to rid the world of despair and because of this feeling, he is always putting others before him, and is always trying to help someone. Xamar, however helpful he is, it is often seen by others as something else. Xamar also has a hard time talking to anyone, and will often just show a sign of acceptance. He believes that his place as a Watcher will help him rid the despair in a higher position.

Bio
Xamar was an orphan with his parents an unknown to him. He was left at an orphanage, to whom his guardian had told him that when he arrived, he came with a necklace of an insignia of royalty, however Xamar could never find this royal family of his. When he was finally hold enough to know the world, he knew he was given away because of his race, not human. Xamar left the orphanage at the age of 10 in search of answers to his many unanswered questions. On his travels, Xamar learnt so much, from varying knowledge to fighting. He finally learnt the best and worst sides of the world around him, on his travels, he joined The Overseers and quickly climbed the ranks within a few years, becoming a Watcher at the age of 19. His goal is to be a Reaver, a position that Xamar could make the biggest difference in.

Weapons
* Corruption was a weapon that Xamar picked up on his travels, quickly learning and adapting to it's weight, he became a master at sword fighting with Corruption and is a perfect sync with him. He gave the name Corruption to the sword because he felt that an influence a weapon has over the users body can cause corruption if unchecked.
* Xamar had come to a town that was being harmed by local bandits, unable to stand the power they had over the village, Xamar swiftly put them out of business and took this halberd from the chief, learning it's name is Armageddon, Xamar decided not to change it.

Magic
* Pyromancy - Xamar has always been able to feel the power of fire around him, learning to manipulate and even gone as far as CREATE fire, bending it to his will
* True Awakening (Yet to be known to Xamar) - Xamar releases his true form, forging his relation to his Demon race, activating this ability will not only change his appearance, but increases all of his current abilities drastically, however the use of this ability leave Xamar strained and out cold.

Theme Song
youtube.com/watch?v=YrhYhI3L32c

[User] "I can take as many watches as needed. And no I won't get tired, one I'm an elf, and two I'm a trained solider. And my magic is most effective against undead and daemons, which is what we came here for. To 'investigate' vampires, which are undead." Karl was quiet for most of the ride to there current location, he set his equipment in a corner near the door of the town hall. Having already lead is mount to the stables, Karl sat on the top of the stairs looking out across the abandoned town. He had the feeling like everything they were doing was being watched. He couldn't tell what it was but he had a few ideas.

[Assistant]
At the Stables

Glodin didn't wake up late, in fact he woke up at dawn, but procuring new repairing tools and materials took much longer than he thought it would. When the dwarf finally met up with the rest of the group he quickly packed his horse up and strapped his pack behind the saddle. Glodin listened to the briefing from Evelyn as he readied himself. Just as they were about to set off, Glodin walked over to Evelyn and hugged her. "Miss Sunderland, one of these days we will have time to chat and talk about days gone past. Take care, lass."

The Ride

For most of the ride Glodin rode near Tyr and Iris, as he knew their eyes were far better than his. During the trip, Glodin unbraided his beard and combed through it with his fingers. The whole trip he was lost in thought, only talking when he was spoken too, which was odd for him as he was normally chatty and cheery when on the road. His eyes had seen many things and many friend's deaths. He remembered their first battle in the woods, against Krovah and his minions, the kest hive and his fallen comrades, and the countless battles after.

Making Camp

Glodin placed his things down and unpacked his repairing equipment in a comfortable spot in the City Hall. "Alright, if you have any gear that needs tending too, just let me see it and I'll have it looking brand new before we head out in the morning." Glodin said to the group as a whole before setting himself down and doing some routine maintenance on his weapons and armor.

[User]
Upon arriving on the settlement, Aenwyn took note of the overgrowth of vegetation. There wasn't a single soul in sight and the woods surrounding the village felt foreboding.

She lead her horse towards the stables and set down some of her belongings inside the town hall before heading back outside. She saw Tyr gazing towards the woods. Karl was sitting by on top of the stairs, also keeping watch. Evidently, he volunteered to take first watch with Tyr.

Aenwyn was between the two of them when she spoke "Both of you felt it too? There is something disquieting about these woods. I can't believe I'm saying this but after living nearly a century in these lands, this place feels...alien. You think any of the inhabitants left any clues behind as to their whereabouts?"

[Assistant]
Draco Kalsea || The sickness inside
Draco observed every memeber of the group carefully. The group had grown in size, this meant... more victims. Draco was at the back of the group, the twisted thoughts of blood and betrayal swirled in his head, he could imagine the feeling of the knife driving its way into their bodies. Pushing past skin, digging into the organs, the warm feel of blood trickling down their body, as their life drains away from their eyes. The thought caused Draco to smile, a smile so sick and evil, a hidden meaning to those who look. Draco calmed down, composing himself, continuing to walk in silence.

Xamar || Absolute Motivation!
Xamar wasn't focused on the travel, but instead focused on his own problems, Jarg. How could he be alive for so long? Xamar was frustrated at the thought of Jarg walking around without cuffs. Xamar looked to the sky, the sound of battle rang in his head...

Flashback...

Join me Xamar, together you know no one could stop us, the Dead God is the one true power in this world... Xamar was pinned, Jarg brooding over him, Xamar had to react to quickly. Xamar shot ground beneath him, both Jarg and Xamar were sent sailing through the sky. "Jarg, you are blinded by this madness. You ca-" He was cut off by Jargs scream, "Blind!? You are too naive Xamar. The Dead God has given me purpose, and you." Xamar had enough, he dashed forward, a sweeping kick towards Jarg legs at an attempt to knock him over. Jarg hopped ever so slightly over the leg, he came crushing down, pinning the legs to ground and causes pain to shoot through his body. Jarg's hand started to glow, Xamar quickly dodged, Jarg's bolt of lightning shot passed Xamar's head, exploding the ground beneath them. Xamar reached up, punching Jarg's gut hard, sending him spiraling back. Slowly rising, fire burned at Xamar's feet in a ring, the fire crept up Xamars body. His voice shifted to a more dark booming voice, "You... Jarg... Are done worshiping this God. You, someone who was so renowned for his skills, could turn so evil. You are tainted, and that taint is like an infection, spreading among others, so now, I'll cure you and everything around you!"


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Armored, Unarmored. She is 5'1, with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Her armor is silver with gold decorations. Her sword has a golden hilt.
* Personality: Fanilly is one to take her duty seriously. This is both due to a belief in the cause of the Iron Rose Knights, and a severe insecurity and self-consciousness about her position. She is well aware that she is young and comparatively inexperienced. She knows that she is only in the position she is because of her birth, as she was born under a full moon. This only makes her feel worse about it. For Fanilly Danbalion, captain of the Iron Rose Knights, she can't help but feel that they have a point. She's young. And even though the founder was the same age, she was viewed as something miraculous, almost a saint. Should Fanilly truly be leading them? This weighs heavily on her mind, and thus one of her biggest desires is to prove that she is. In spite of her young age, in spite of how this tradition has worn thin for some, Fanilly wants to prove that she is a worthy captain of the Iron Rose Knights above all else. Aside from this desire, the girl is somewhat socially awkard, sometimes unprepared for conversation. However, she is not really shy and can generally deal with attending various functions in the capital, as is expected of the Iron Rose Knights. She is dedicated to the purpose of the order, to defend the innocent and protect the land of Thaln. However, the doubts surrounding her have lead to a lack of confidence in herself. Fanilly has a younger sister and as a result has a somewhat stronger affinity for children and desire to keep the safe, but as someone dedicated to the Iron Rose Knights' cause she wishes to protect all those in need. While she has a lacking in confidence, she retains some pride in her training, as she has proven to be skilled at swordplay in spite of her youth.
* Brief Backstory: Fanilly was a daughter of the Danbalion family, a noble family already. While they had never been knights, her birth on a full moon immediately made her a potential future candidate for the Iron Rose Knights' captain. She was simply needed sooner then many expected. And so she experienced training for several years leading up to her instatement as the Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. Initially she was confident in herself, but it quickly became clear that even some within the Knights had grown tired of the tradition of selecting a maiden born on a full moon to be the captain. This wore on her quickly, and has lead to her desperation to prove herself.
* Equipment: Fanilly wears a well-made set of somewhat ornate armor. She wields a fine longsword in her right hand and a dagger with a curved hilt for trapping weapons in her left.
* Skills: Fanilly has experienced extensive training in swordplay, specifically in the use of a longsword in both hands, or paired with a unique parrying dagger.

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[Assistant]
---CANDAELN COURTYARD---

"Huh...?"

---ONE WEEK LATER, EN ROUTE TO FORT DAELANTINE---

Fanilly led a detachment of knights to Fort Daelantine after receiving an ominous plea for aid. Jarde found it a bit suspicious that they specifically asked for the Iron Rose Knights to help. Then again, the order is renowned so it was probably the go-to group for any sort of help.

The small regiment was getting close to the besieged fort but there were no signs of the enemy or ally or anything for that matter. Something that was noticed by the knights and got them on guard.

Jarde rode his horse to the front of the group to meet Fanilly. "Captain Danbalion, permit to scout the area ahead. At the very least, I shall trigger any traps laid out for us." He requested. "I know it might be dangerous but I'm a pretty slippery individual." While he was glad that he was talking to Fanilly, it was not the time to indulge in that. Life and death hung in the balance.

[User]
The veteran knight eyed the surroundings warily, from the confines of her hood. A vast expanse with little to no cover. It made her heart flutter a little. She was used to the forest surroundings, and whenever vast expanses opened before her eyes, she felt... inconvenieced by the fact. Yet, despite the circumstances, she still was steeling her position in her improvised stag mount, remaining alert and vigilant. A veteran knight led by example, as a captain should have done. But the example she was giving was... debatable at best. She had known Fanilly as a trainee. And now she was supposed to be her captain. While still having the very same level of skill and attitudes.

Oh yeah, what else to state, my dear captain? That water is wet? Umbra chided herself as she leant towards the head of her steed, carefully caressing the head of the animal. The elf knight eyed both Indrau (a crippled junior, but certainly more apt than half the humans that were gathered), and Tyaethe (one of the most senior knights, but as far as she was concerned, also a nature defying abomination). She blatantly disregarded the newcomer with the baked potato, the knight known as Jarde and she didn't even eyed Fanilly once.

"I agree with Sir Tyaethe." She said, paying little to no heed to the loudmouth wanna be knight that was trying to reach the captain's ears with his awfully naive voice of his. "This is far too odd. I've not seen many animals either skulking around. Something did happen to scare them away." Umbra added. "Even trying to recruit a flock of crows to keep an eye on the heights is proving to be trickier than expected. I've not seen hidden corpses either." She added, her other hand clutching her bow. "I'll have my weapon at the ready. If something moves, I shoot."

It was then when she decided she had enough. "Oh, young man, how kind of you. That plan sounds great! Why don't you have a go at it." And get killed in the process, you dimwitted excuse of a human knight. She added mentally herself.

---

Sult shifted in her armor, readjusting herself in her sitting position. The armor clanked significantly as a result, and her elbow was inadvertedly shoved into Nero's own pectoral plate, causing a loud clank and a stream of protests from her elder sister, who was riding side by side. Veritably, they were the spitting image of eachother, fully geared as Iron Rose knights. Sult had even managed to trade in their current horses for a couple of twin mares, much to her sister's displeasure. Sult still defended matched looks were the way to go.

"Hey, watch it, you idiot!" Nero threw herself a dirty look at her sister.

"But my butt is all sore from riding." Sult herself answered, in that playful voice of hers.

"Like I care. Why don't you go and pester your barbarian hunk?" Nero frowned as a reply.

"He's not here."

"Then go pester, uh... sir Indrau?" Nero said the first name that came to her head, as she herself looked at each side. "Anyway, keep peeled. This doesn't look right."

"Hmph, maybe I should go after your Sir Gillian, you've been talking an awful lot to him lately." Sult snapped back. "But yeah, I agree. Think we're too late?"

"I do not know for certain. But let's keep on our toes." Nero added, giving herself a fair distance between herself and the cadre of the veterans. Even if she had been a captain once, she was still a newcomer among the knights, so probably her advice would not be welcome.

[Assistant]
Fanilly, taken off-guard by the spontaneous offer of a baked potato, stared at it in blank silence for a moment before shaking her head. "Er, no, no, not now."

She waved her hand. Now was certainly not the time for her to be snacking. It would look completely irresponsible, and beyond that it was hardly the time for anyone to be. But before she could protest, Tyaethe made a comment about the lack of... well, anything. Fanilly nodded. "You're right... if we're too late..."

A pang of guilt came at the prospect. If they had been too late, if the fort had been taken... ah, even if they hadn't known until the messenger's arrival... It was hard to avoid feeling guilty at the prospect of failing those who had made a cry for assistance in the end.

Fanilly was dragged from her thoughts almost immediately when they drew close enough to make out more details about the fort. The first and foremost among these details was what had been done to the reinforced wooden doors that would bar entry to anyone but those using siege weaponry or potent magic. They had been destroyed, splinters of wood scattered across the ground, one of the doors even smashed off its reinforced hinges and lying on the ground. And within...

Corpses.

The bodies of the soldiers who had occupied the fort were visible, now. Not all of them, but enough to make it clear what had happened. Bodies lay strewn across the fort's open entryway. They had died through various means, more and more discernible as the knights approached. Some had been stabbed, others riddled with arrows, some burned... and some seemingly hit with extreme force, limbs at odd angles. Whatever the case had been, the fort's soldiers had been absolutely massacred.

And inside, Fanilly could see a man wearing Thaln's colors frantically raising a crossbow. Spurring her horse on, she tried to get to his assistance...

A crimson spear pierced his chest before he could even aim.

"You had a plan and you threw it all away for that?" said a voice, as the spear's wielder came into view. It was a strange tone, somewhat... squeaky in a way that might be endearing if not for the situation. The wielder's appearance was that of an extremely pale girl with dark blue hair, her eyes noticeably crimson. The armor she wore was light, leather, overlapping to provide better protection. "What a wasted life."

Almost immediately, Fanilly drew her sword.

"Drop your weapon immediately, or the Iron Roses will kill you where you stand," she said, her tone cold and piercing. This girl had just slain a soldier of Thaln right before their eyes. If she did not immediately surrender, her execution would be immediate rather then after imprisonment.

"... Ah?" the spear-wielding girl looked up, resting her weapon on her shoulder. "... Ohhh, those Rose knights, huh? Heh, your captain's just as cute as I heard. I wonder if that's why you all follow her so closely?"

In spite of the situation, the leather-clad girl grinned.

"You don't have to be so pissed off," she continued, "These aren't the noble soldiers of Thaln you think they are, or whatever crap like that. Just go inside and you'll see what's really going on."

This was... they weren't Thaln's soldiers? But they were wearing the colors, the armor... what was going on? To Fanilly, it sounded like a trap.

The blue-haired girl sighed, cocking her head. Her pigtails bobbed. "What, are you going to attack me?"

She snickered. If they had taken this entire fort, there were surely other fighters somewhere around here...

[User]
Umbra Thalbound stood there, silently, eyeing the situation. It was the usual cocky-mercenary showoff smug situation. These types were usually braggarts, and sometimes crazy strong. However, what these types were not usually was very foreplanning, and they usually had this bad habit of posturing in the middle of a fight to chat, so as the mercenary drew her attention over Fanilly, the bow of Umbra had already fired.

But not at her desired target, no. There was the chance it could be somewhat the second type, the crazy strong one, so Umbra decided to pull one of the elven tricks of old. The pinpoint arrow rain.

10 Seconds.

Her cloak visiblely shifted, as she unclasped furiously, casting it forth before the opponent, obscuring her sight on what she was about to do.

20 seconds.

It was then when she brought forth two more arrows, and without mediating a word, she aimed at the little girl's face. More precisely at the eyes.

35 seconds.

However, that wasn't the main attack. The cloak..., the second set of arrows, it was just to obscure the first shoot. And it was timed in such a way that both attacks would happen simultaneously. One directly aimed at the face, thus bound to trigger combat reflexes, and one in the blind point all humans and humanoids had.

You could never see what was incoming directly above you. This was the pinpoint elven arrow rain.

"I believe she asked to drop your weapon, dimwit." She finally said, her elven factions apparent. It didn't hurt speaking now. If she had survived such an attack, she was a legitimate monster, and as such one human worthy of being addressed. "Do you really think you can play games at this point? You were caught red handed, so spill what you know." Her eyes narrowed in resent.

[Assistant]
Almost immediately, the blue-haired girl sprang back. The spear became a red flash, sweeping the cloak aside and snapping back. The fine tip, made as much for cutting as it was for piercing, flashed back and neatly split the arrows in a single blow.

The final arrow hit just in front of her.

"So you are, huh?" the girl commented, narrowing her eyes. "I already told you the truth, these aren't the people you think they are."

Fanilly raised her sword again. This... was a trap, wasn't it? But why was she still insisting even after being attacked? None of this seemed right, and all these dead soldiers...

"... But if you're more interested in a fight, I'm happy to oblige," continued the girl, a vicious grin coming to her face as she spoke, "Borifos!"

The doors of the large tower to the right exploded out in a shower of wood and iron fragments, and through them stepped an enormous humanoid figure of steel.

At first glance, Fanilly thought it was a steel golem, until it spoke in a deep, rumbling voice.

"If you had not moved back far enough, my lady, you would have died. Please do not risk yourself alone unnecessarily," the enormous figure in armor spoke.

"Oi oi, I dodged it, didn't I?"


[System]
"Can't we all just get along?"

Username: SunsetOverdrive
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Main: Braum
Appearance: John is 6'4
True Appearance: In his true form, John loses his ability to wear a shirt, making him topless for as long as he remains in this form. His muscles also get larger (but not comically so). The fur of his pet Danny becomes white as snow as well
The Unbreakable Heart (Passive): In his true form, John gains extra durability. Becoming twice as tough as a normal human. He also becomes strong enough to heft his massive shield with little effort.

Warm Hug: John sends Danny to an ally, who wraps himself around their neck like a scarf. While under the effect of Warm Hug, the ally gains a durability bonus from The Unbreakable Heart at a 50% penalty. John can not benefit from Warm Hug.

The Unbreakable Shield: John can summon his shield at will. This shield is a massive tower shield that completely conceals his body from view.

By Your Side: John takes a mighty leap (that seems to ignore gravity) to an ally, covering the distance in a fraction of the time it would normally take. If the ally is under the effect of Warm Hug, then John can use this from twice as far away.

Line In The Snow: John plants his shield in place, which causes allows him to create a construct double of it who's length is three times the height of his shield.
Personality: John is a very soft spoken man, he always has a gentle look to him despite his physical build. He has a love of small animals, and even has a pet ferret named Danny, whom he cares for greatly. He is a gentle giant martial pacifist, only resorting to violence if left with no other viable option. Otherwise, he tries to solve problems by talking things out. Even when angry, he manages to maintain a degree of dignity, as his anger is more 'righteous indignation' then rage. He is a very outgoing guy who wears his heart on his sleeves (when he's wearing a shirt that is), and he loves to meet no people. Due to being the eldest in his family, he is a naturally protective person

Short Biography: John had a relatively normal life growing up. Not a lot of really noteworthy things happened in his childhood, at least until he was eight. That was the year that John became an older brother to a baby girl, and it changed him fundamentally. While John was always a nice guy, having a younger sister brought out his nurturing side, something that was pushed even further when the next new addition to the family came along; the twins. Now with three younger sisters, and parents who were suddenly very busy with work, John found himself thrust into the role of caretaker for his little sisters.

This had a huge effect on his growth as a person; as having to take care of himself and his sister made him domesticated. He cooked, cleaned, took care of them when they were sick, and any other house work that needed to be done. To his surprise, John found that he didn't mind how the needs of his sisters had taken up so much of his time. As they grew older, John found himself needed less and less. To fill up the new free time he had, he turned to working out, getting a pet ferret, and video games. One day, he came across a game called League of Legends, and was instantly drawn to Braum, as he felt the man was a kindred spirit (real or not). So he found himself babysitting his ADC in bot lane most every game, with his lucky ferret Danny napping in his lap.
Other: The heart is the strongest muscle

[User]
Arthur sat as quiet as possible, drinking the warm beverage with small sips and tried not to let a sigh of relief or pleasure escape him. Lest another tuba horn resound from his throat.
That was hardly the issue now though, as he glanced at the playful spirits above some of the patrons. They danced and whispered in their own way, but always disappeared before someone could notice. Elusive little bastards, I'll give em that.
Arthur sensed cold more that he could feel it, his perception was getting scary when he caught the gleam of ice near the bathroom. More weird stuff for the pile.
It was only a moment later it seemed when the meeps returned in force, tinkling softly as they crowded well above the door when a man entered with multiple wounds.
It was like an instant reaction when he saw the blood, his face went pale and he reached out to help but couldn't. A meep pushed him ever so lightly back but might as well have been steel. Arthur refused to not try and help but remembered the trick from earlier! He focused on the man and whispered something in a flutey voiced sound that released the desired effect, a caretakers shrine formed for a moment in the air before it disappeared on the injured man. With a little luck he might just live. Arthur tried to bring the shrine back but there powers escaped him.

[Assistant]
Matt&Liam

 As Liam made his way to the back to sit in front of the panicked in the back, Matt made his way out of the cafe after his proclamation. By now he figured a few people were wondering what he meant, or possibly even contemplating if he was like them. Those were the people he was trying to bait. 'It's be alot easier to know what we're facing if we know who we're facing', or at least that's what he was hoping he would accomplish... However, shortly after lighting up his cigarette, he'd notice a rather exasperated man staggering forward towards the cafe. At first, Matt dismissed it, taking a heavy drag before exhaling a large plume of smoke. It was only after he reset his gaze upon the man, he'd see the blood slowly trickling off his form onto the concrete.

 "Shit!" Matt exclaimed, flicking the half finished cylinder off into the distance as he rushed forward. Helping the man to the door way, opening it as the man collapsed on the ground. As the people inside began to react, Matt called out over the chaos that was starting to flourish, "Liam!"

 At once, the blonde male turned from his seat, the moment he saw the man, he'd reach for his phone as he sprinted towards the door. As he spotted another phoning the police, he tucked the phone away once more as he left the cafe, Matt closely at his side. "What the hell?! Already?" Liam shouted, looking about as he caught sight of the bloody trail left by the man.

 "We figured something would happen... Let's just see exactly what." With that, Matt's form shimmered and distorted, suddenly disappearing from view. Those who were paying attention would see him placed atop a nearby building, looking over the city as he drew out his phone, dialing Liam's number. As the younger male answered, Matt spoke up once more, "Let me know what you find. Be careful not to get caught."

 "Easy for you to say," Liam said, phone still on the side of his head as he continued to follow the trail.

[User]
Alex
Alex was snapped out of staring at the bleeding man by Leon's orders. Not because he hadn't seen blood before. But because the blood was glowing. Alex shook himself, partly to shake off the cold and partly to clear his head. He could somehow clearly see a trail of glowing blood leading out of the cafe to some unknown location. He quickly grabbed the med kit in the back of the cafe and set it down next to the bleeding man with a silent mutter of "Here". Leon had asked him to lockdown the cafe, but, Alex glanced at the blood again. If he was right he could follow the trail to the source, but then what?

 Take out his knife and put them under citizen's arrest? Assuming he could even find whoever did this. Still Alex couldn't do anything here and Leon wasn't his boss. It seemed the music guy from earlier was trying to help as well by doing something weird, but it wasn't having any effect. He tapped the giant attempting to help Leon and repeated the orders, "Make sure no one leaves or enters big guy k?" Without waiting for an answer he pushed open the door and quickly skated forward following the blood trail quickly overtaking the man on the phone who seemed to be doing the same thing. God if he got shot or ran into some sort of freaking mafia business. Should've called in sick. The words rang in his head over and over again like a mantra.

@Card Captor

Artemis

Artemis nodded hesitantly. What Claire said made sense. Things like this didn't just happen randomly like this. "I-, I agree, if we go out like- like we are. Surely anyone else like this will feel inclined to reveal themselves or share any information they have." Given the meep at least one other 'champion' was nearby. "I guess I'll lead then." Artemis said haltingly and pressed on hand on the cool handle, she paused one more moment before pushing it outwards and stepping but into the cafe with moonlight surrounding her and the tattoo on her head shining brightly. She was met with the sight of a man bleeding in the front of the cafe and everyone else rushing around to help him. This may not be the time to introduce more chaos into the mix.

[Assistant]
Sam Cross

Sam couldn't get over this newly found anomaly. She could not be burned or hurt in anyway by fire! She had tested it everywhere. She had floated the flame from her lighter all over her hands, her arms, her feet, her chin, her hair, and most frightening of all, her eyeball (that had been a thrill!). The woman suffered none from any of her encounters of fire. What did this mean? Could this be some kind of sign? Maybe she should become a fire fighter and do something useful in work for once and save lives! She looked at herself and she knew she didn't have the muscle to back it up, but still! This was such a neat trick! She just wanted to run out and run into a fire (she never thought she would say that before).

However, something began to contrast the warm and pleasing flame upon her skin. The wall that she was leaning against, sitting on the counter of sinks, began to suddenly grow very chilly, as if suddenly she was leaning against a refrigerator door. This was all very displeasing to Sam and she scooted away from the wall and hopped off the counter. Just as this occurred, a frost began to make itself known, coating the tile walls. The mirrors squealed from the sudden change in temperature, and the sink heads clicked softly as frost began to grow from the pipes. What? First fire and then ice? Was she responsible for this? No. For some reason she knew that this wasn't her doing, and telling from the fact that it was only effecting this wall, she had reason to believe that the sudden winter frost was emanating from the bathroom next door. "What the..." the woman whispered under her breath. More strangeness, she had even gone to the restroom to avoid this kind of oddity, but it obviously had not worked. Well! Better investigate she thought with a great amount of annoyance.

She crushed and threw away her cigarette in the trash and turned on the driers on her way out (in hopes of circulating the smoky air to rid of any evidence). Sam unlocked the door and made her way out, just as another woman did the same out of the men's bathroom… well, that was odd (most woman didn't go to the mens restroom, but she supposed it was her doing… -cough-). That wasn't the only strange thing though. The woman looked at the large moon mark on the woman's head that shined with light. Sam's eyes grew wide and she could only muster, "Hey! Whoa. You're… uhm…" Then her mind came back to her game, League of Legends and she shook her head for a minute. "Please tell me your just cosplaying Diana from League and please give me a logical reason for why there is ice growing on the wall connecting the boy's and girls restroom…" Despite the fact that she wished to be given a non-crazy explanation, she was pretty sure her answers were going to be anything but.

@Cubix@DFA

[User]
Aelia Stark

Everyone was trying to help the poor man that had his head in her lap. While a glowing object phased into the man's chest and sealed some of his wounds, it was something about the way that he breathed and looked at everyone that made her believe the man was gone. He had lost too much blood for too long. His breathing was becoming shallow and his eyes were clouded. Aelia simply stared at the dying man, her features slowly contorting into one of horror and sadness. It quickly changed into one of curiosity when the man opened his mouth.

"Watch your back," he gurgled, trying his hardest to force his words out. "There's... there are monsters on the streets..."

"What?" Aelia questioned him as gently as she could, frowning down at his face. The glowing shrine that appeared like it was from her favorite video game had not done much to save him. But the man fell silent and became limp in her arms. He did not speak, he did not even breathe. Her cerulean gaze flicked up to those around her, her eyes wide and afraid. She couldn't even find the words to express herself at the moment.

All Aelia knew is that they were in serious trouble.

[Assistant]
Claire

Claire felt a little shy and stayed behind Artemis as they left the bathroom. The door to the girls restroom swiveled open and the goth from earlier exited with a rather curious look on her face. Once again, Claire felt the heat radiating off of her though it wasn't as intense as before, but it was enough to stop the advance of ice in a small radius around her. "We're not cosplayers, we're real. We actually have these." She stepped out to the side, revealing herself.
"I'm Claire and this is Artemis. Anivia and Diana." She gestured to themselves and then pointed to her wings.  "And I have reason to believe that you're one of us too."

The cafe seemed to be in a state of pandemonium as there were customers and staff alike, scrambling around. Claire looked around, taking it all in before shifting her attention to the girl in front of her. What was going on?

Mr. Lion was seated over a man, anguish clearly painted on his face. He was one of three seated around him. Then she saw the meeps floating in the air. She frowned, clutching the meep in her hand, taking pleasure in its cozy warmth.

@Kiroue

[User] Despite their best effort, the man before them faded away. Punching the floor in frustration, John grunted "no! He was right here, and we couldn't save him! What a senseless loss of life, it's truly awful" despite his voice not wavering, there were tears falling from his eyes. Closing the man's eyes, he said in a hushed voice "rest easy now; your suffering is over, nothing can hurt you now. I'm just sorry that we couldn't save you...forgive me." Getting up slowly with his first aid kit, he returned to his seat in silence. Putting away his kit, he sat back down as he contemplated what had just happened.


[System]
Age: 16
Parents: Hades & Persephone

Appearance: An inhumanely thin boy with sharp limbs and a willowy frame, he seems to lack eyes but, oddly enough, can see perfectly fine. He's inherited his father's hair pigmentation (albeit it's actual hair, not hellfire), his mother's body and face shape (distended because of his height and gauntness), and his grandmother's skin hues (the greenish color has paled to an almost normal skin tone, and it's only a slightly noticeable sap color--it's covered in bruises). On the inside of his right palm he has a theta symbol (Θ) birthmark, while on his left he has a tau (τ)--but he tries to cover them with wraps when he can. He's faintly translucent, like a ghost.

Bio: A kind, supportive, and naive boy, with a cold, ruthless, and bitter temper, Demetri's prone to either holding the nastiest kinds of grudges one can encounter or being the most loyal friend a person could have. He likes modern culture and wants to get as far away from his parents as possible, if just for the peace of mind. His smiles never reaches his eyes, but that's not just because he doesn't have any: he's fairly consistent in his melancholy.
Technically a very minor god, Demetrios can sense a person's life force, and his touch can either nurture or harm it--it depends on which hand he's using. His right hand is energy vampire and his left heals. He also has a stock of other abilities; summoning of the damned, plant manipulation, teleportation, and immortality (not invulnerability). Contrarily, he cannot break promises or use any of his abilities without draining his own energy (with the exception of using his right hand, in which case he would gain energy) significantly.
Anything else will be fleshed out IC--

[User] Katherin looked out the window of her mother's office window of Auradon Prep. On one hand she was looking to forward to school starting. But on the other she wasn't. She was the daughter of the head master of the school. Which meant that the other kids would expect her to be a goodie or a rebel. She really didn't think of herself as either. She didn't know what she was yet.

[Assistant] Aurora stood in front. She breathed in the new air, being away from her mother and father's castle. She had a long white dress, short in the front, long in the back, and her hair was blue. She looked at her hand, as she walked. "Conceal, Don't feel, don't let them know." She muttered, as her trial of ice followed her, as she made a snowflake in her hand. "Jack be free, Elsa be concealed." She said, thinking of her mother and father, Elsa and Jack Frost. She walked inside, opening the huge doors. Her blue gaze looked around, smiling.

[User]
"Yeah, yeah, I left Charon in charge of the dog. Dad's fine. No--" Sigh.

The young man speaking into his cellphone may have looked a bit strange in a land that didn't have watches, let alone smartphones. He was getting odd looks with his mirrored shades, green skin, and high class clothing, but any stares he was given were politely turned before he could meet their eye (or at least, so the onlookers thought), assuming it was just a skin condition. Or that he was a Gorgon. That would make sense too.

He continued to deflect the speaker's muffled interrogation, obviously his mother, before walking into a dark, dead-end alleyway. That certainly wasn't what rich kids did--but if anyone were to look, they'd have no proof.

The boy wasn't even in Ancient Greece anymore.

Demetrios emerged from another little nook and cranny in the world, a few blocks away from Auradon Prep. And, thank the Gods, so so so many miles away from the Underworld. But his conversation with his mother was far from over, and as the argument escalated, he was whisper-screaming strings of Greek into his phone a mile a minute.

"Αντίο, μαμά."

More muffled arguing from the other end.

"Αντίο!" Demetri shut the smartphone off after hanging up, massaged a headache. He just wanted to get settled into the dorms as soon as possible.

///

Upon entering the building, Demetri breathed a sigh of relief. The softer light inside was a few steps removed from what he'd experienced on his walk there, and combined with his shades did a little to ease his agitated migraine. While he was glad to be away from the drab and dreary environment of his home-pocket-dimension, being born in Asphodel made one's eyes weak to direct sunlight, and since he didn't even have eyes, he was a little worse off than Thanatos or Melinoe.

He perked up at noticing the white and blue-haired girl across the room, and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater while smoothing the rest out. A good balance of casual but polite, right? It's nice to leave a good first impression. He cleared his throat and put on a polite smile.

"Hello, you are a student too?" He asked.

[Assistant]
Sanchez

The girl turned around, making the snowflake suddenly disappear. Conceal it, Aurora. She thought to herself. She pulled down her winter hood, that made her look like Jack frost, her father. She had a deep blue swirl that started at her eye.

"Um, yes. Im Aurora, daughter of Queen Elsa and Jack Frost." Aurora said, looking back to see if her ice trial lead to where she was. Shoot! She thought, snapping her figure and making her ice disappear.

[User] "B-But but but... You cheated somehow!!" A rather stunning looking blonde fellow wailed in disbelief as he stared down at the cards in front of him and the rest of the small group of teens. A smirk would then be heard as a well dressed gentleman reached out and started to pull all the money that was piled up on the table towards him. "That may be, but sadly for ya boys I still get yer money." He said with a crooked smile as he stacked the money into a neat pile before he waved his hand over it, causing it to vanish into thin air. The laughing teen then stood from his spot and looked back over the rest of the shocked group. "Well it has been a pleasure boys, but it is time for me to move along. Oh and I would like my cards back." He said before he took a bow, removing his top hat as he did so and revealing his wild hair. The cards that were spread across the table and still in the other boys' hands then all were drawn into the hat as if like a vacuum. Standing up and placing the hat back on his head the dark skinned fellow gave the group a wink before turning on his heels and walking off while whistling a jolly tune. This was already starting to look like a good year to Lu.

[Assistant]
Demetri quirked an eyebrow at the seemingly pointless snap.

When Aurora drew her hood down, he slipped off his shades figuring it polite and immediately regretted it. The light in the room temporarily blinded him. He smiled as if nothing was wrong, squinting over empty sockets.

"Very bright in here, but I'm more used to dimmer lighting, yes? I'm Demetrios, son of Lord Hades and Lady Persephone. It's a pleasure." He offered his left hand for a shake, hoping Aurora wouldn't be put off by his parentage. "Call me Demetri."