[System]
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Appearance:

Basic Appearance: As the picture suggests, she is one of the few in the Lunar Coven to fully devote herself to the more animalistic side of their magic, having developed a purplish fur and skin across her body, a tail, and oversized wolf ears. However, unlike most within her specialized group, she has studied the other magics in conjunction, producing an artifact that may cast the illusion of her former appearance.

This appearance is that of an averaged-sized, if beautiful, woman in her late 20's. Though her clothes may change to suit the occasion, she is most commonly in street clothes; tee-shirts and jeans. However, she does consistently wear a small gold necklace with a wolf charm, in both forms, into which the illusion magic is imbedded. Her eyes are silver, and her hair does come out purple now, though it used to be brown. The most common excuse she uses is that she dyes it.
Zoey uses a her clawed feet and and pouch of throwing stars as her primary weapons.

Abilities
Passive:
 Wulvmorph: She is able to smell and hear better than normal humans, and has the ability to see clearly at night. She is also more agile and resistant to injury
 Lunar communication: She is able to understand and communicate simple messages with and through creatures of the night. These include things such as bats, wolves, and similarly disposed creatures.
 Alchemical experience: She has a proficient knowledge in night time flora and their uses, typically applied to wounds and antitoxins.
 Illusory-form: She can pass off easily as a normal human with good senses because of her pendant, which is easily charged.
Active:
 Shapeshift: She is able to shapeshift at will into a wolf, which dramatically increases her ground speed and agility. She is still able to cast magic out of this wolf form, meaning that if she were ever trapped as a wolf she would still be able to communicate and uphold her duties.
 Illusion magic: She is able to cast a quick spell for minimal affect: Speech out of wolf form, a brief vision, a flash of light, etc. with no preparation. Otherwise, depending on the complexity of the spell, and the distance of the illusory site from her casting zone, there can be a substantial set-up time for the spell.
 Teleport: She is able to teleport up to a distance of about 20 yards without preparation. Other distance may require anywhere from a 40 minutes to an entire week to prepare for.
Noctalance: A lance of silver life that causes a freezing puncture wound, called from above. It is most effective at night with a full moon, but can be used to affect even in the day. (Though at such times they are little more than needles the size of a toothpick.)
Shadow dance: A highly complex maneuver of shadow magic, it uses two steps. Manipulation of shadows and darkness, and a unique, highly specialized teleport that requires those shadows. The effect is a blindingly fast teleport that can be used to apply rapid strikes to a target, typically one per teleport. It looks like passing through liquid shadows to pop out of another liquid shadow.
Moon's Bounty: A small-scale healing and stabilization magic, it involves drawing a crescent rune on the target and charging it with magic, which will ensure the target won't die of something physical and slowly heal them over time, for as long as the rune persists. The mark is low-energy, but also generally doesn't heal much more than a scraped knee in it's duration unless it is charged beyond. The direct-spell version of this would feel like getting dunked in ice water, and coming out with fresh, but the feeling is described as, "Undesirable, to be used only if the person would otherwise die. Because they would otherwise wish that they had."

Backstory
Zoey is from a town called Billings, a relatively large town in Montana. Her story of joining the Lunar Coven is actually one of the less eventful ones: she was approached one night while she was in college and accepted. A talent, she quickly acquired her skills within the Coven and acquired the title of Acolyte. As an acolyte, she established herself as one of the best, able to easily practice in the large, open ground of her home state, and train in the rougher, mountainous regions also found in the unremarkable stretch. Eventually, she reached a status of elitism. Having chosen to pursue transformation magic, this culminated in a visit from "the Aspect of the Wolf," a spirit entity of the highest rank within their order, though also not human. She received it's blessing, becoming infused with it's power to become the creature she is today. She still faithfully serves the Coven, believing in their work to make the night a little less bumpy for the more ignorant humans of her region.

Personality
Cheerful, though both independent and private, she is used to going long times with only brief social contact. While she isn't overly rude, she does speak her mind and may occasionally misspeak, missing a social clue or such. That said, she is concerned with helping people, and will act in the way she believes will help humans. She believes herself to be a good person, and still human. While she is used to such comments now, it still will sting her pride if she is referred to anything else.

She does not get angry often, but if she is made to become angry, she tends to act quickly and explosively. Such outbursts do not usually involve violence, but it is still not recommended.

The Lunar Coven:
docs.google.com/document/d/1KxiyMJLvF1..

[User] Zoey hit the deck as the sound bombs assailed her senses, her throwing stars flying over her head in some nondescript direction. Suddenly her help was becoming a detriment. Her form melted into a wolf on the ground, for realzies this time, and tackled the clairvoyant. Assuming this was successful, she'd push a paw to his forehead and start sending him nightmare visions. Lots of nightmare visions.

[Assistant]
As expected, Raiya's sword strike was blocked by Logan's bat. Any normal wooden bat would have been cut in two by Raiya's empowered slash, but Raiya assumed the runes on the bat prevented such damage. After the attack was blocked Nemo came in as Raiya suggested, and placed a powerful well placed blow on the birthday boy's torso. Shortly thereafter he jumped away wounded, and threw his bat back at them. The bat was empowered by an immense level of magical energy and had Nemo not jumped them away, they would probably both be dead right now.

Raiya looked up at Nemo who was previously on top of her but was now standing up composing himself.

"Yeah, I'm fine. A bit sore, but I'm all good. Thanks for the save." She said as she got up and adjusted her right shoulder which was a bit sore from the tackle. "Should we track Babe Ruth down and kill him? Or do you think he's not going to be a problem anymore?" Raiya asked.

[User]
Nemo dusted himself off, thinking for a moment. "I'm sure he'll find a way to be a nuisance if we give him the chance. Besides, I like to finish the things I started." Nemo replied, and began walking back towards Logan.

Logan was sitting down with his back leaning up against one of the containers. He lit himself a cigarette to pass the time, the paralysis made it hard for him to keep mobile and help out Boslan. Despite his wounds a grin was apparent on his face after his supposed victory. A grin that didn't last long once Nemo and Raiya walked out from behind another shipping container and came into his view. "You gotta be fuckin kiddin' me." He muttered.

As Nemo continued to approach Logan began to panic, doing everything he could to bring himself to his feet despite the trouble he was having moving now. "W-wait WAIT A MINUTE HERE!" Logan yelled out with his arm outstretched once Nemo was only within a couple feet from him. "You can't kill me! Not if you want to make it on Seidon's ship." Logan added, his cigarette falling from his mouth.

Nemo paused, his head cocking to the side. "Hm?" He simply sounded out.

"Yeah, I know what you're after... Those are the containers Seidon was gonna pick up. I know what's in them, it's not worth the effort you're puttin' into it to just steal em. You must want on Seidon's little boat party, huh?" Logan explained between heavy breaths. "Well that's gonna be a problem if you kill me. Because that ship, and those crates, aren't going to timbuktu without my all clear. You got that?" Logan argued.

Logan seemed to settle down a bit when neither Nemo or Raiya made any moves. "Look, I think we've been goin' about this all the wrong way. I don't care about that ragged old man. He never did nothin' for me. If you want on that ship you shoulda just asked... How 'bout this, I'll get you lot on Seidon's ship scot-free, and in exchange you leave your little friend here with me. I'll be sure to take real good care of her. You can even have her ba-"

Logan was suddenly cut off after the sound of metal clacking together. His slight grin disappeared when he tried to speak again and all that came out was guttural gurgles. He spotted Nemo holding a freshly blood stained kris butterfly knife, and the realization of what happened sank in. Nemo had rapidly jabbed him with it in the throat. Logan felt a copious amount of warm blood begin to flow down his neck and stain his blue jumpsuit a dark bruised purple color.

Logan grabbed onto his neck to try to halt the rapid bleeding. Fear and pain set in as it was getting harder to breath, most of his breaths only resulting in him inhaling his own blood. Nemo suddenly stabbed him twice more in the side of the neck savagely, nearly knocking him over with the force of the blade being driven into his neck. Logan abruptly pulled back to avoid any more damage being done to him, but he stumbled, falling back and banging into the shipping container. Unable to keep himself up, Logan slid against the steel side of the container and fell to the floor, splattering blood from his neck on the ground in the process.

With three wounds on his neck now, any hope of stopping the bleeding with his hands was gone. He instead laid there, squirming and hacking as he tried to draw breaths unsuccessfully. Logan's motions began to die down before suddenly, he stopped moving altogether, succumbing to his wounds forever. The only thing that could be seen still in motion was the gushes of blood still flowing from his neck and pooling onto the ground.

Now that the dirty deed was done, Nemo pulled out a white handkerchief from his jacket and calmly wiped his blood covered blade and hand clean, disposing the sullied cloth by tossing on top of Logan's lifeless body afterwards. Nemo flipped the knife closed and placed it back in his pocket. He stepped over to the body and reached down, fetching his manadial from his wrist and then leaned back up and turned around to face Raiya with a blank monotone face.

[Assistant]
Raiya watched the panicked Logan attempt to talk his way out of trouble. And, to her, it seemed as though he made a valid point. However, before he could finish his proposal, the poor birthday boy caught 5 inches of steel to his throat a few times over.

Raiya cocked an eye halfheartedly. "I'm not one to debate strategic decisions. However, it would seem as though we might have actually needed that idiot alive." Raiya said in an uncaring tone. "What should we do now?" Raiya asked.

[User]
Nemo adjusted his jacket, a bit unkempt from the vicious assault he just dealt out. His actions definitely displayed the more frightening side of his impulsive behavior. "I would have sooner thrown the paragon into the sea myself than let that man lay a finger on you. But that was never the case anyways, we didn't need him." Nemo replied. "I swear, people put too much value on their brief chit-chats over manadial. It's certainly not the first time I've encountered that proposal, sure wont be last. But for such a good actor like me, it'll never be of any value." Nemo explained with a grin, putting his hand on his throat and adjusting his voice to mimic Logan.

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Boslan hit the ground from the tackle, but was able to use his mental capabilities to quickly power through the onslaught of visions. He then attempted to push both his hands into Zoey and discharge a heavy concussive shock-wave into her to get her off him.

[Assistant] Well, that would work. Not that he would know that at first. Zoey left a visual clone of her wolf form on his chest while she landed a bit away. She changed back into her human-like form as her illusion changed into bright light, stuck to Boslan's face. Using that distraction, she'd elbow drop him and try to knock him out.


[System]
EDITED: Ok, now I'm home, I can post the full Character.
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Lucas is a little quiet around new people at first, usually keeping to himself. However, if he does befriend someone, he will risk his life to protect them.

Quirk/power: My Body is a Weapon! (Almost called it My Body is Ready! lol)
Lucas's quirk allows him to transform any part of his body into any kind of weapon he wishes, though he usually prefers to change his arms into blades or laser cannons. He can also put his arms or legs together to form a bigger version of the weapons, as well as adding his legs in if he's in the air, for a giant cannon. However, doing so shreds any clothing covering his arms or legs, as his clothes do not transform with him. The only exception to this, is his Hero outfit, seen in the appearance pic, as it's specially designed to transform with his body. He can utilize the blast from the cannons to launch himself in any direction he wishes.

Flaw: Firing the cannons, or any other ammo-consuming weapon takes up his own energy, depending on how big the cannon is. The bigger the cannon, the greater the firepower, but also greater energy consumption. Single arm/leg cannon/mouth cannon = 10 shots. Small shoulder cannons = 20 shots. Combining both arms into a single cannon/chest cannon = 5 shots. Combining both arms and both legs into a giant cannon = 1 shot. When he uses up all his energy, he will pass out from exhaustion. If he tries push on through the exhaustion and fire more times, he could kill himself. However, over time, with enough training, he can improve the energy consumption of his cannons, or his overall energy pool through stamina training. However, there is no downside to using his blades, or other melee weapons, other than his arms getting sore from prolonged use.

Reason why they want to be a hero/bio: Ever since he was a child, Lucas had always wanted to be a hero and save people, wondering what his quirk would be. Until one day during class, he sneezed. However, it wasn't any ordinary sneeze. As he sneezed, his mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon and blasted a hole through his desk, and about three floors of the school. Since then, the kids would tease him and call him Laser Face, and he hated it. Until one day, one of the kids was almost crushed by a falling rock, and Lucas blasted it away. From then on, he was called Laser Face not in a teasing, taunting way, but an endearing way. Later on he found out how his quirk actually worked, and the possibilities it held, and began training both his body, and practicing his quirk, so he could get into UA, the best academy for people wanting to become heroes, and even though he rarely turned his mouth into a cannon anymore, sticking to his arms mainly, the name Laser Face stuck with him throughout the rest of his school days, until he left for UA.

Favorite hero: Gunhead

Skills: Along with his quirk, Lucas also took martial arts to be able to fight without his quirk as well as better fight with the blades.

[User] Your suit was made with padding over the shoulders, torsos and knees, allowing his form to be veiwed yet look far more muscular by the subtlely expanded areas. He would look strong, and the orange primary with blue on his sides, backs of his legs and under arms made him look as if he wore hoplite. He was indeed a hercules in the making. The costume clearly did not have a mask, making a secret identity impossible. At the sight of how he reacted, Xavier seemed to lighten up again.

[Assistant] Lucas took out his costume and inspecting it, testing the fabric and approving of how it was done. "Is there a special reason you're giving us our costumes now? Are we to be tested while wearing these?"

[User]
Haley's face dropped and her eyes widened in what could only be described as absolute terror. What. H-he's dead! The word dead lingered in Haley's mind as she watched students head up to the stand and get their costumes. She stood up and headed after Lucas her hands shaking, she was out of it slightly but was still able to recognize that Lucas had gestured to her. She then dug her phone out with her trembling hands and would present Xavier with the pictures. She weakly grabbed her costume and tucked it underneath her arm.

She had nothing to say to Xavier or Lucas and she eventually retracted her phone. Heading back to her seat and taking a look at her costume. She had hardly know the boy so her grief was no where near as bad as it should have been, but a silent tear did creep its way onto her face. She wiped it away and looked down at her costume. She couldn't make out what it would look like for curtain but she was sure it would be alright. She looked over at Meruem who she could tell from just looking at him that he was effected by Baxter's death far more then she was. This made her question herself thinking if she had reacted in a disrespectful way.

What does it matter... She thought sinking in her chair slightly. He's gone... And there is nothing I can do to help him now... But maybe... No... That would be reckless... She forced her thoughts to stop and shook her head, rather violently actually. She the looked up and she began to push the sad thoughts from her mind. She felt that Baxter wouldn't want them to feel sad for him, but she hadn't know him well enough to make that call. This made her face falter slightly but eventually she tensed up and forced a smile.

[Assistant]
Eventually, Karen stands up and moves to the front of the class, and after taking a deep breath she speaks quietly, due to still being shaken.
"Umm... I don't have a c-costume... My quirk makes it impossible to wear anything while it's activated. S-sorry..."
She nervously rubs her arm and avoids making eye contact with her new teacher, instead staring at the ground with her beady brown eyes, full of emotion which she doesn't want anybody to see. She gulps loudly, not wanting to anger Wraith this early in her time at UA.

[User]
Flame

The material one the inside which could be seen on all the joints and areas where the wearer needed maneuverability we're covered in a dark blue wetsuit, open to the wrist and up, and to the foot and to angle. This particular type of clothing was designed to be form fitting and able to change with his form and it remain as it had before. Over this was a light weight plastic armor, similar to that of what the voltron paladins wear. It was mostly hollow but could take some of the damage from a punch for him. It was pure black and white.

Xavier looked at this pictures before signing and writing down an address and putting it in his pocket. "You're best reporting that to the police, but don't go waving it around or else you'll attract attention" he grumbled to her before pulling up her costume. Though she had asked to not have her costume be tight fitting, they took advantage if the fact she hadn't asked to be completely covered. As such her entire abdomen was revealed, and well as much of her legs and arms, her costume being a short skirt that was more like the lower half to a hoplites armor, sectioned leather, and her upper body covered in the rawhide of an animal, turned nearly into full leather over her but far looser and more free, a dark brown. A note was inside simply saying. "Gotta he specific honey" with a big heart next to it. Xavier sighed and closed the case. "Maybe I will just send this one back"

[Assistant]
Zero

 Charles would look confused at some of the others as some seemed embarrassed and others seemed upset, he didn't understand these emotions too well. He would watch those who opened their cases to see what he could tell from it, before deciding to open up his own case to check out his hero outfit since he had time to do so.

[User] Haley shook her head at Xavier. "No it should be alright. I'll get used to it." She put all of her effort into a smile and turned away from Xavier before taking a seat. She had not really noticed or cared for what the suit would look like, she had other things picking at her mind. She then curled up the costume and sat it on her desk never really taking the time to look at it.

[Assistant]
Opening the box you would reveal a rubber-like texture to a tight fitting and elastic suit. It covered his feet and hands as well, and was a black texture with various green strands going in sharp angles throughout it, though the seemed to blend it unless you focused in on them. Two blue strands became one at his chest and spread like a wireframe across his body, a separate red line tracing behind it to make things seem more traced out. On the chest was a large blue item, that your astute judgment sees as a mechanical devise. There where studds on the padded kneecaps and shoulders, a hood and strapped pouches on the hips. On the note, it read.

"This ought to help with increasing the power of your quirk, but only in short bursts, so use it wisely"

[User]
Augustus looks closely at his uniform.

So Haley I must say. The dress is definitely good for you. I think it's very stylish. You should think about combing it with a mask and a crown.

In the thoughts of the fire girl:  Firegirl I think your uniform probably burns or can you control something like that.

[Assistant] Haley was still sort of spaced when Augustus spoke to her and she snapped out of her trance and look at him. "Y-yeah. I'll look like a proper hero in this." She said with a muddy mix of forced enthusiasm and worry.Pull yourself together Haley. You can't get so distracted like this. If this happened while fighting a villain you would die! Haley's hands curled into fists scrunching up parts of her uniform. But am I really just supposed to ignore the tragedy... Haley took a deep breath and tried to clear her head. To Augustus she would probably look a little crazy.

[User] I can also organize something beautiful from Munich for you.

[Assistant]
Karen grits her teeth as soon as she hears the voice in her head, because she is not receptive to intrusions such as that, then she bows to the teacher and returns to her seat. As much as she tries ignoring the voice, she eventually succumbs to it.
I kindly suggest you get out of my head before I find you and kick your ass seven ways to Sunday. And as for your question, no, I can't control my quirk. Now out.
Perhaps to the rest of the class she'd seem insane, but she kinda assumes they know who she's talking to, and that they'd be able to tell she's talking to him due to the amount she's grinding her teeth together. Also, nobody would really know her quirk seeing as though she hasn't shown it yet, all they know about her is her name and the fact she has flaming hair.

[User]
Xavier nodded. "Well as one of you has guess, we will in fact be doing some testing, this is an old fashion test of your abilities but it's one that never fails to show us just how good you can be" Xavier responded, phasing through the podium to get closer to them.
"It's simple. You all will be assigned to groups of two, one group will be villians, the other group heroes. The heroes need to capture a fake damsel in distress while the villians have to run out the clock before they can do so. If the damsel is injured both teams fail" he explained, appearing to talk more with his hands than anything.

"The test is a way to try to show you guys how to work together as a team"

[Assistant] Okay who plays the rogues? I suggest Haley and myself for the first round.

[User]
Zero

 Charles would analyze every bit of his own suit that he could, from the material to the device on it. He would take note from the warning of short bursts causing an auto note pop up to appear for him when he looks at the device. He would look ahead as he heard what the exercise was, as he put his suit back into it's case. He would turn towards Augustus who had spoken aloud, being that kind of person in taking every word literally, he was confused at Augustus simply declaring his team and asking for an opposite team when they was told they would be assigned. He decided to just ignored it and started to look at the others performing simulations in his head on how to interact with the other students, since he was going to need to work in a team with one of them soon.

[Assistant] Yellow is speech and blue telepathy (he is speak normal)

[User] Lucas thought about what the teacher had said. He knew he wanted to be paired with Haley, and thought their quriks might work well, as she could provide cover while he distracted with ranged attacks, or they both could do well with melee. He nodded to himself and got up, walking over to her. "H-hey Haley. I wanted to apologize for how I acted yesterday, and ask if you wanted to team up for the test." he said.

[Assistant]
Haley Grace

Haley looked didn't look over at Augustus or up at Xavier as she scratched her desk. She was feeling conflicted, and she was sure as hell ready to fight someone. Her mood had changed, she was noticeably more agitated then before her eyes slightly red from watering slightly. It was unknown how she would react to her assigned team mate. She then clenched her fists and looked up at Xavier, she really hoped she wouldn't be the damsel. She hated that, and with her current mood it wouldn't be that wise to annoy her.

She looked sharply over at Lucas. "I think the teacher chooses the teams." she said in a rather cold tone, she realised this then sighed "And don't worry about yesterday. It was just a misunderstanding..." with that she looked back at her costume taking a slightly closer look this time. Lucas might have noticed her cheeks turn pink. Oh crap I didn't look at this costume properly did I?... It can't be that bad...

[User] "Are you ok?" he asked, first noticing her cold tone, and then her pink cheeks.


[System]
Stella Herbalem

Character Quote:"Beware the most beautiful flower, as it might be the most deadly."

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Character Summary
Aliases:Flower Girl, Star, Stella-Bella
Age: 12
Birthday: March 20th, 2008
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Berkeley, California
Godly Parent: Demeter
Cabin Number: 4
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: N/A
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, some Spanish

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Appearance
Height: Currently 4'8"
Weight: 85 Lbs
Body Type: Skinny but healthy
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One piercing in each ear lobe.
Personal Style: Stella likes to keep her hair nice and long, and she usually has it loose, but she will braid it sometimes when she's working in the gardens. She tends to wear easy to wear clothing, jeans and zip up sweaters the most, casual clothing. She hasn't really found too much of a personal style yet, as she is a twelve year old girl, but she does like wearing more 'earth tones' or things in green that match her eyes.

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Psychology
Cheerful* Spacey * Friendly * Sheltered * Optimistic *Impulsive

Sexuality: Unknown, she's twelve and not sure yet
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Stella is overall a very bubbly young lady that honestly has nothing but good and happy thoughts for the world. Part of this is because of her upbringing and her fathers influence on her. This has led to her being a bit sheltered about some things, like some of the issues of the world, as well as issues that might arise from being what she is. However, overall, she is a cheerful and spunky young girl with bright eyes and a happy smile.
Fatal Flaw: Excessive curiosity: She is too curious about the world and sometimes it can get very distracting, as she will wander off, her head being in the clouds (according to her fathers.)
Habits: Chewing on her nails, skipping over cracks, whistling when gardening.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, reading, and hopscotch.
Fears:
* Fires
* Homophobes
* Pure black darkness

Likes:
* Strawberries
* Tea
* Puppies
* Books
* Poppies
* Rain

Dislikes:
* Big felines (Lions, Tigers, ect.)
* Snow/ Frost
* Bullies
* Strong Black Coffee
* Horror Movies
* Baseball

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Chlorokinesis: As a child of Demeter, she has the ability to control plants, like accelerated growth and plant sensitivity.
* Karpoi Summoning

General Skills:
* Baking
* Gardening
* Reading
* Some knowledge of poison
* Sewing
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* Some self defense lessons
* Some knife lessons

Magic Item: * A seed packet full of flower seeds that never empties. (Gift from her mother.)
* Sickle from Demeter. (Helps her control her powers.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* (Less carried and more being followed by) Arbor, their pet plant wolf.
* Clothing - Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, stud earrings, necklace with a peace sign on it and a flower watch.
* Purse/Wallet - Backpack~
* Wallet- With a library card for Berkeley Library, $250 US Dollars, A Berkeley Bus Pass, A few gold drachma.
* Celestial Bronze Dagger, gift from her mother.
* Paperback books
* Photo album
* House keys
* Small makeup bag with a collection of normal seeds in it.
* Sewing Kit
* Stuffed Red Panda plush
* Cell phone
* Small otter plush

Possessions In Cabin:
* Extra clothing
* Tablet (Not really used.)
* Practice weapons
* Small planter of her more interesting plants
* Extra soft pillow from home

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History

Biography
Stella always was an unusual child from the time of her birth, as she had two fathers that loved her and one another very much so. They were rather quiet about whom Stella's mother was, always saying she was a surrogate that wanted to remain anonymous, and Stella was alright with that until she was twelve and things changed.

Stella was raised by her fathers, with both a wealth of information and plants around her, as one of her fathers was a professor of biology, and the other was a celebrated flower arranger, as a Japanese-American man. It was still clear that she was a bit odd, as she had attention issues, and she was always happiest when outside in the sun and among the plants, and talking to them happily. Her fathers never saw anything odd with it, and encouraged her more.

Things started to change as she got a bit older and entered middle school, and she started to notice more and more weird things. Like creatures that others didn't see, and that people were following her. Her fathers assured her that she was alright, and nothing was wrong. It was only towards the middle of December that things changed drastically in her life.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Stella technically hasn't made it to Camp Half-Blood yet, but they are on their way there. It was half-way through the school year, and she was struggling a bit as usual with her ADHD and dyslexia when she caught the attention of one of her classmates. Around half-way through the year, the classmate introduced himself as a satyr, and told her that there was a camp she needed to go to. After talking with her dads she set off for the camp, on a grand cross country trip.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

Extra Information:
See previous Character for Sample
Favorite God: Hades and Persephone, followed by Freyr
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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@KazAlkemi@BlueSky44@Trainerblue192@Kirah@kittyluna45@DragonicQueen

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Amtrak Train:

The Harpies stopped for a moment seeing that they were being thinned out by the three demigods, when one of them suddenly yelled. "Flee we have what we need!" The one said as the harpies quickly agreed and started to fly through the windows that they had all broken through, leaving the three of them in a food car that looked like a tornado had rampaged through the entire room. Food was everywhere, torn seat cushions, and condiments were spilled everywhere, though there was one Harpy that was left, looking rather young around Stella's age, it had someone's half eaten hotdog in it's hands and quickly threw it at Niah's face, leaving a mess all over her face "MEANIE!" It yelled as it flew out the same window as it's sisters had flown through.

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Kiera Donovan

Location: New York City
Skills: Hydrokinsis

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"It really is beautiful down here." Kiera said as she took a moment to look around the area, as she accepted her girlfriend's hand and hopped off of her hippocampi. She looked at Leda and smiled slightly, wrapping an arm around her, she was curious how Leda could handle the ocean if she had her powers to survive under the water. "Well if you carried me around we could see how fast you go." Kiera said teasingly to Leda, 'I'll be around whenever you need me.' Said Sera's hippocampi as it gave her a slight little nudge with it's head like a cat would briefly before swimming off somewhere else in the underwater kingdom along with the other two.

Hercules started to head up the stairs looking over his shoulder at the three demigods. "C'mon lets get going!" Hercules said, as Kiera looked at the other two. "Lets get going then." Kiera said as she started to head up the stairs that would lead into the palace itself, which was rather beautiful on the inside as well to. There were a few merpeople on guard looking at the group as Kiera continued to follow Hercules until he reached a door and opened it. Poseidon could be seen standing over what looked to be a war table of some kind with various maps, as he continued to talk with some of his soldiers that were in the room going over some kind of plan but hadn't noticed them all just yet.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Labyrinth
Skills: N/A

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"I defintely don't want to know where that actually leads to." Madalyne said mostly to herself she was glad that both Andy and Mary had made it across rather safely, as the arrow continued to lead forward towards what looked to be outside. They were on a large cliffside by the looks of it, and a massive forest was below it as well to. Madalyne took a moment to look around and spotted a large building in the distance the arrow was pointing directly towards it, and the walk looked to be rather long as well to. She wasn't really sure how they were outside again, but it still felt like they were inside the labyrinth still.

"Lets keep going." She said as she looked around seeing what looked to be man made stairs that were carved into the stone, and started to walk down past it. "At least we aren't in the dark anymore like that it would really suck having to travel around in the dark like that." Madalyne said to the two of them, luckily there wasn't any monsters in the area yet anyway. It took awhile until she was on the ground again letting out a slight sigh. "Do you guys want a break or continue forward?" She asked the both of them it looked like that it was going to be dark soon.

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Kristin Reynolds

Location: Amtrak Train
Skills: N/A

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The minotaur would let out what sounded like between a roar and a yawn before landing onto the ground with a rather heavy thud that shook the entire train car itself. Kristin got up slowly holding her side, seeing that the Minotaur was now asleep she looked over at Janelle and smiled towards her. "You did a great job there Janelle." Kristin said as she made her way towards it, lightly tapping it with her foot, seeing that it hadn't budged at all was a good thing then. Kristin then quickly made her way towards Cassian seeing that he was hurt, and turned her attention to Zeke.

"I got some nectar on me, but could you reset his broken arm?" Kristin asked Zeke as she turned her attention towards Cassian digging through her pack and handed him her flask of nectar. "Here Cassian drink this." Kristin told him. Nancy was able to kill the Minotaur while it was sleeping, it quickly bursted into monster dust on the ground, which left it's two horns left as trophies. Joanie came flying over and landed on one of the horns and started to sniff it, before she flew back landing gracefully back onto Nancy's shoulder.

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Seraphina Cedergren

Location: New York CitySkills: Hydrokinsis

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Seraphina looked around the palace as they wandered through. Her eyes went big as soon as they entered the room. There he was. Poseidon. Finally she was meeting her father, the man she never knew about because her mother always made up lies to keep her safe. Her heart was pounding. She wanted to run over, hug him till she was no longer able to. But she stood still. Scared. He wasnt a human father that she could just rush up to with no worries. Poseidon was a Greek god that could destroy anything in his path.

Words left her, she didnt know what to say. Hell she didnt even know what to do at this point besides wait till someone else said something. Did something. All she could do was stare at the god like a deer in headlights. Frightened for the most part but she was excited to finally meet him.

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Location: The Train - Dining Car
Skills: Looking Around

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Stella was honestly surprised that the fight was over and the rest of the harpies were fleeing at that point. She noticed the last of them throw the hot dog at Niah and winced a bit at that. What a waste of a perfectly good hot dog. Maybe Arbor would enjoy it off the floor once he was done licking his wounds. She put her knife away and started to look around the dining car. She hadn't missed the part where the harpies had mentioned that they had gotten what they had come for and that was why they were leaving. She did make sure to check her own supplies, and everything seemed alright there.

The only thing she noticed that was missing was food. That seemed weird to her. "...Did they just break onto the train to steal food?" She tilted her head curiously at that, and got a confused look on her face. Why would a bunch of monsters do that. It seemed rather risky unless there was something she was missing. There was the other problem though, all those mortals had seen the three of them fighting, right? Was it time to go hide in their compartment till the next station?


[System]
Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Element Affinity: N/A

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. Designed to limit Helpers from being damaged, Cecil was due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

Additional info: Despite being a machine, there appears to be something off about this new model of Machina. If the personality he had didn't give enough suspicion, it was almost as if he was more than simply a new design, almost as if he was assimilating a sentient being without internal programming needed.

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"Ethan really she does have a point," Geoffrey said chuckling. "If ya don' wan' it 'and it o'er." Geoffrey was enjoying himself, this small group of traveler's seemed to actually have their actions and personalities together. He let his chair hit the floor with a clank, downed the rest of his pint and held it up with a wink at one of the barmaids for a refill. Being sensible in this, he covered his mouth when he let out a burp to show his like for the taste and tuned back into the conversation going on.

"Found isn't what I would call it. You poked your nose in business that wasn't yours," Nymira retorted with a frown, admonishing Ethan's state before looking at Geoffrey, "That's the gist of it though. We're simply traveling together because it's easy, traveling alone is a hassle."

As the Inn Owner's Son opened his mouth to tell about how he met Zander, he was surprisingly enough cut off and not by said Healer either. He let his eyes cut tot he side where Cecil sat almost as if by himself. When Nymira called them retainers he felt his neck hair stand on end and he cast a hard look at the Dimuran. Again he went to open his mouth and again was stopped short. Cecil looked over at them, a frown marred Geoffrey's face in response and surprise replaced it as the Machina headed for the door.

Zander watched all of this as he nursed his wine from the glass. He kept to himself knowing full well it would turn into a shouting match between him and Nymira if he said what he was thinking. Retainer? A Starsion being a retainer!? The sound of it was as absurd as the Dimuran was with her higher-than-thou attitude. He was a Starsion at least. He was ALLOWED to have such an attitude of course. When the barmaid refilled Geoffrey's mug Zander motioned for his own glass to be refilled as they waited for the food.

"I'm still not friends with Zander," she grumbled, folding her arms and frowning. Zander let out a laugh and a grin at that comment. "Says the young girl with the power to command that large cat... A frightening ability within and of itself." He wouldn't admit that he ignored Amune say earlier that she and the moor cat had a bond, he knew little of the other races and how they acted being in his Shrine Temple to Edos almost all his life. When Cecil left, he gave it little thought. The Machina refused to see reason and Nymira wasn't helping the poor boy settle his own mind.

As Ethan gave chase, the food arriving and Amune's childish outburst, Zander couldn't help but laugh as Nymira seemed unaffected by it and cut into her steak. He opened his mouth to call her a heathen for not even saying a prayer over the food, when Geoffrey's chair clattered to the ground with a loud clank.

"Ignore her Geoffrey," Zander spoke as he brought his hands clasped together in a silent pray for the food. "She's a point to what she says. Neither side knows the other enough to begin the calling of friendship. Let sleeping dogs lie. Do your people not pray before they eat?" Zander asked as if talking about the weather.

Geoffrey scowled down at Zander, sat, and proceeded to ignore the food for the moment. He would wait for Ethan, Amune and Cecil to return. He had manners after all, one did not start eating until all party members assembled to begin a meal. Nymira seemed alright at first, and perhaps, Zander with his higher knowledge of this type of political movement had the right of it. Amune had made her point, so had Ethan and Nymira had made hers... So why wasn't this sitting well with him?

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Nymira didn't understand why others were so offended when she only spoke the truth. Perhaps Ethan and Amuné were friends, and Ethan was probably friends with Cecil as well, but that was where the friendships ended. They still hardly knew one another and she couldn't understand how this brief time could allow anyone to truly be friends. Zander and Geoffrey were largely strangers and two people who were only with them because of circumstance: if two travelers banded together for better chances of survival did that make them friends? Or was it for convenience? For all the offense taken from her statements the Dimuran could only shrug off her criticisms, her mind unwavering and her stance remaining the same.

"Hey Amuné, we need to try being nice, right? We're traveling together, arguing doesn't help anything," Ethan chided gently, smiling as he reached over and pat the young Ydran on the back. Yes Zander could be... Difficult, but he wasn't a bad person, just as Nymira wasn't. They might need a bit of time but they would come around and everyone would get along eventually, he was certain of that.

No reinforcement on Ethan's part was going to stem this fire it seemed. Amuné had already made up her mind she disliked what was being said and with Cecil now leaving she was no doubt infuriated. Nymira simply sat and let the young girl get her thoughts out, finding the outburst to be both childish and unnecessary. Sighing as Cecil left the room she took another sip of her ale, directing her eyes to the young girl once more as she went on.

"If he cannot handle the truth then that's not my fault. It's more cruel to lie to him, don't you think? We should be upfront about things." Cecil had run off by now with Ethan hot on his heels, and now Amuné too was leaving to chase after that blundering fool. Nymira might consider checking on them had food not arrived, her hunger overriding her marginal concern for where they might be going. They would come back, she told herself, cutting into her food to examine it, they had to. Once they blew off a bit of steam and reflected on what was said they would realize the truth behind her words and accept them, even if they might not like them.

Biting into her steak the Dimuran found it to be a bit rough yet adequately seasoned, though not sure what it was seasoned with. Certainly better tasting than the hastily stripped and cooked meals she'd had as of late, she'd gladly eat this. Glancing up briefly at Zander she shrugged again, taking another sample and chasing it down with a drink of her ale. "I pray if I've killed for my meal, and I pray for special occasions. I don't pray for every single meal, that's ridiculous," Nymira answered plainly, "We've more important things to worry about than making sure we thank the Saints for every apple or nut we enjoy with our meal, don't you think?"

If Ethan could put one foot in front of him without stumbling he'd have easily caught Cecil by now. Unfortunately that single glass of ale was more than he generally drank in an entire month and it was having its effects on his empty stomach; managing to navigate to the door he hiccuped loudly when passing through, getting out just in time to see Cecil jump up to the rooftop. Groaning in realizing he now had to give chase in his state he put a hand on his stomach, turning when he heard the door open again behind him. Why had Amuné come after them? She disliked Cecil right now so that couldn't be it, so it had to be over what Nymira was saying.

"Hey Amuné... I need you to go back inside, okay? I uh..." Ethan began, taking a pause to cover his mouth as he belched, "Ugh... I need to talk to Cecil okay? And you should go eat, we might not have a chance to later." With how hectic their days had been as of late they really should take advantage of every period of reprieve they got. Saints only knew what was in store for them later. Seeing the girl still undeterred he knelt down, reaching out as she approached and giving her hair a gentle ruffling. "I know you're not getting along with them, but... Try, okay? I'm positive they're not bad people, they're just not used to this. Give them time, go inside and eat, I'll be back with Cecil soon."

If Amuné didn't want to return inside she had little choice, going with himself and Cecil was well out of the question. "Keep an eye on her, okay Wyth? Make sure your girl gets plenty of food," Ethan said before pushing himself to his feet, smiling as he gave the pair a wave. Turning back to where Cecil had gone he sized up the building, trying to get some idea of how high he had to vault to reach the roof. Between being famished and slightly intoxicated it was hardly the most logical thing he could be doing yet the Muran found no other means of chasing his friend. Tapping the ball of his foot against the dirt a few times he nodded to himself, thinking he had the idea down now.

Taking a few steps forward he slammed down his right foot, kicking out some magic in the process and propelling himself upward, angling for the rooftop where Cecil was hidden. He certainly went high enough, a little too high as he was now almost two meters over the top of it. Gasping and realizing his mistake, coupled with how badly that jump jostled his stomach's contents, Ethan flailed as he began his descent down. Were he in his right mind he'd use another burst of magic to cushion his fall, but instead he tumbled down, rolling to break the impact and ending up face planting against the tiles, groaning with his rear in the air in the process. Now he really felt like he wanted to hurl as he pushed himself up with his hands, sitting on his hindquarters and placing both over his stomach.

"Ts... Ow ow ow... H-Hey, Cecil..." Ethan managed weakly, burping and covering his mouth preemptively before settling down, "Where you going...? We need to talk, sit down please? I really... REALLY don't want to run right now..."

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Cecil didn't have much of a choice, he needed to get away from them if they were to leave him alone. They would all eventually forget about him, they certainly didn't know him for long enough to verify whether they felt anything for him. They were living creatures, he was not. Of course they would remember their own kind over a machine. Trying to flee from Ethan trying to chase after him he went up onto the roof of a building, slowly walking up the tiles before moving onto the other side, disliking how he had to take this route. Despite his weight the tiles were holding well, he didn't feel like he was going to slip off or destroy the roof. It was rather depressing, half of him wanted to fall off and see what happened to him, but the other part didn't want to die. He didn't understand it, he was just a programmed machine; he shouldn't have this motivation.

He didn't understand anything. Everything was so confusing and if he tried to address it in his head using everything he had learned he couldn't come to a conclusion. He wasn't supposed to be anything like this according to the world, he didn't know what he was supposed to do about it either. He needed to get away from them before he might hurt them with his unpredictability, he just wished they understood that. If he wasn't a friend or able to do anything they could do then he should leave, he shouldn't try and fit in when it was going to be impossible to do. He couldn't hope to be considered normal after everything he had done, at least not compared to organic lifeforms.

Staring down at the ground below he hadn't been paying enough attention to see if Ethan was still following him which he unfortunately was, his shoulders raising and his body going tense for a moment. He didn't want to be near him, for all he knew he might want to push him off the roof too. "That's not…my name…" he muttered, shaking his head slowly before looking down at the ground again, "If you don't want to run, then go back. There is nothing to talk about". Ethan had better things to do anyway, not to mention it sounded like he was just struggling to keep up with him. Cecil had no problems like that unless he was malfunctioning, he didn't know how it worked with organic lifeforms but right now he couldn't care.


[System]
Nickname: Crispin, Crispy, Napalm

Age: 16

School Year: First

Gender: Female

Appearance: Sayaka stands at the height of 5'5 and weighs a light 100 pounds, almost ever inch of her body is covered in bright white clean bandages, her facial features are all completely covered by her bandages with an opening for her eyes so she can see, Sayaka has two bright crimson eyes, she oddly has messy long raven colored hair outside of her bandages. Sayaka has a small build and thin body covered in bandages as well, under her bright white band aids are just as white pale skin.

Over top of her bandages, Sayaka wears various amounts of baggy clothing so her movement isn't limited and stiff, Sayaka wears a large hunter green coat without a shirt showing her bare bandaged chest, she wears a baggy pair of jeans with a brown belt, she doesn't usually wear shoes but when she does it's when she goes somewhere off of the island or when she randomly goes outside, on her left wrist she wears a big digital watch that seems to always tell the wrong time.

Nationality: Japanese/French

Personality: Sayaka is a perverted girl who likes both sexes and she seems to have a one track mind to most who know her personally, her perverted tendencies range from ogling to groping and using dirty sexual slang as well, shes a pyromanic that also has a fetish of burning others with her flames, mentioning that it makes her hot. Sayaka is very bashful towards people and awkward during conversations, either yelling when she speaks or speaking too low, when shes around people she doesn't know she tends to distant herself from others.

Sayaka is very sensitive about her appearance and instantly gets sadden or angry when people make fun of her, She likes to frequently play with a lighter or her lighter when she is nervous or scared. When shes in the act of burning things or people she loses her self in euphoria and can forget what shes burning whether it's a friend or an enemy, she just forget and enjoys the moment of burning everything in her area.

Bio: How Sayaka has joined the assassin academy is unknown, even to this very day the director even wonders how she became one of the students of the academy. Now for the elephant in the room, the way how Sayaka earned her bandages was from a kidnapping, when she was only ten years old, a man pretending to be a police officer took from her neighborhood in front of her friends, when her parents couldn't pay for her ransom they tried to kill Sayaka by burning her alive in a steel box when the police arrived to try and save her they at first they thought she was dead but when she screamed to life they were startled and managed to save her.

After surviving her attempt of murder Sayaka was given bandages to cover her burned flesh, when she was allowed to go home she never came out of the house to play with her friends and hardly left her room, going to school was hard for Sayaka, the other kids called her a mummy and made fun of her bandages, while a large majority of the kids just tried to avoid her, all of them ostracized her from their recess activities. Then one recess Sayaka found a new friend that she knew wouldn't judge her, in the recess yard she found a silver lighter, and when she sparked it she felt a warm feeling that felt friendly towards her.

Her knew new friend produced a bright blue flame, when recess was over she took her new friend with her inside and huddled in the corner with it, but that's when she made a mistake, she dropped her friend and fire began to spread around the class room and school, while all of the kids ran from the flames Sayaka didn't run from the fire, she stayed within it almost as if it didn't touch her and she discovered a new feeling she gotten from lighting fires. When Sayaka gotten older her skin never fully healed properly, but her hair started growing back, Sayaka became an arsonist that burned buildings with and without people in them, it began to happen so often that she actually killed targets for assassins and some assassins in her fires, but with her fires she soon was arrested and taken to jail for arson and murder, when she went to sleep in the cell she awoken on the school island.

Weapon:

-She has two home made wrist mounted flamethrowers that feed into a medium size box pouch filled with gasoline

- Combat knife

Equipment:

-Silver lighter: Filled with good old memories

-Wrist watch: Why does this thing never give the right time ?

-Lye in a bottle: It's labeled "Use only on eyes"

- Extra fuel pouch: You know for when things get too heated.

Skills:

- Vast knowledge of flammable objects, chemicals, and liquids

- Adept in hand to hand combat and proficient in knife combat

- Vast knowledge of explosives

-Decent accuracy with firearms

Abilities:

-Fire immunity: Fire is a friend

Other: Nothing really besides friendship is burning

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Amy

Itsuko suddenly started speaking to her, Amy averted her eyes towards one of her pockets and shoved one of her hands into the school uniform pocket. She grabbed an item out of it and held it on chest height with her eyes locked onto the item. It was a small book that was held together with a metal ring. The pocket book had a lot of tiny papers attached together with every single one having something diffrent written on them. It was used for english to japanese translation and backwards. She looked up a few words in the book that the girl had said and pointed her eyes back towards the girl giving a confirming nod towards her that her name was indeed Amy. She looked back at the book and fiddled around some more while talking back towards Itsuko "Name is Amy, nice to... meet you..."

She stared deeply in the girl her eyes and noticed she was checking out Amy's body. Well she couldn't hide it and she didn't mind it anyway so she let the girl freely stare at her beautiful body for as long as she liked. Amy turned around towards the drunk girl and immediatly felt Itsuko her hand drop onto her shoulder. She looked at it for a few seconds before looking back at the drunk girl again. At first glance it looked like she didn't drink occasionally but like all the time. The reeking of alchol filled the hallway. That stuff was seriously strong enough to blind a cow. Amy waited for Itsuko to finish with talking to hear what she had to say and shook the other girl her hand while replying to the confirmation of her name "Nice to meet you Kyoko-senpai." Her face remained as blank as ever.

It wasn't a minute later before the next dramatic girl arrived in the hallway. She was wearing something diffrent then every other students she had been comming across untill now. A maid outfit. This was her first time seeing anything like this in her life. People don't wear those things so much on this day and age as in the past, so it was quiet rare sight to see. The girl was firing words at Kyoko one after another and Amy was frantically trying to translate them but couldn't keep up. She timidly stared at the small book while she could clearly feel the maid girl her pressure. She fiddled around with it some more but had forgotten the words the maid girl had spoken already. Amy looked up from the book and stared at the maid girl for a long period of time with a blank deadpan look on her face. She angled her head in confusion to what the girl had been saying and tried something "Nice to meet you, my name is Amy... how are... you today?..." She continuously kept staring at the maid girl and noticed that her sight was also pointed at Itsuko behind her.

She repeated the words in her head a few times and looked them up. Eventually she figured out what she was saying to Itsuko and turned her head towards her. Why would she need a student ID if she was a teacher at this school. She glared at the teacher and squinted her eyes a little. Why would she be lying about being a teacher. Amy fiddled around with her pocket book "What subjects... do... you give Itsuko-sensei?"

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By the time Minako and Miles had walked off into the short girl's dorm room, Donna had already thought of several different and descriptive ways in which to murder them both. Of course, as her fellow third year student, she'd go easy on Miles. Maybe only have him conscious while she ripped his guts through his face with her teeth as opposed to something else. Minako on the other hand would pay dearly...

"Oh ho, well isn't this new," the shark-toothed girl muttered to herself. "Heh, been a while since I felt something like this. Don't tell me Calamari is actually making me jealous…maybe I can ask mom about it later. Oh well. Boss needs me, oh ho!"

Checking the reports between Kaede and Izumi, Donna saw that she was required in the nurse's office. The dummy had gotten herself killed, leaving the infirmary in a state of mass panic and hysteria. Or something like that. Shaking her head, the sharp-teethed girl was there in a blur, noting the corpse of the poor nurse. Changing back into her own outfit, she snickered as the chaos continued to ensue. Oh well. More traffic control for her.

She did notice the boss' little sister and her friends though. Apparently the shy one had a personality change and was performing what looked to amount to surgery on the mummy. It really wasn't Donna's business to meddle, and if Rei was the Head Director's sister, there was no doubt that she'd just chew her out for "helping". So for now, Donna ignored them.

It was a good thing too because then Donna would have to see the grimace on Rei's face. While she didn't particularly like Sayaka-at least not her pervy nature-she couldn't help but cringe as the mummified girl began to scream and holler as Addie unwrapped her bandages. She was even about to step in and suggest Addie try a different method of…whatever she was trying to do.

Then Sayaka mentioned the desire to see both her and her sister in the nude. Rei's eye twitched as all sympathy for the now revealed and pale girl evaporated. With a dark look, she moved aside and motioned for Addie to do her thing. Whatever it was she was doing.

"Go ahead Addie-san. I'm sure you can make her feel just right again," she said with venomous sarcasm, not really caring now that Sayaka had apparently fainted. That's when the PA began to go off and Rei looked up. She raised an eye at this…interesting new message spoken by the Head Director.

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Attention students of Riddle Academy. Due to recent events, we have a new teacher who will be joining us this semester. Please welcome with warm regards Kanzaki Itsuko as one of your new sensei.

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What? Who the hell was Kanzaki Itsuko?

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Right as Addie began to take off Sayaka's bandages she started to slowly twitch back to life, and when Addie revealed Sayaka's pale gut, Sayaka snapped awake and started to panic and scream while Addie tried to unravel her bandages, Sayaka felt a burning feeling on her pale skin, it felt like someone took a giant lighter to her skin or soaked her in kerosene for a couple days and just lit her up with a lighter, Sayaka could hear Rei and Addie, she kicked and flailed her arms around feeling the worst pain imaginable.

" STOP ! Put them back on me, put them on me, it burns ! IT Burns ! Put the Bandages on ! Put them on ! NOW !" Sayaka screamed to the top of her lungd at the two of them like she was about to die from pain, she tried to reach for more bandages as Addie put more bandages on her and Sayaka kicked at Addie but didn't hit her, just trying to scare her." Don't touch my bandages again, don't they are my skin on top of my skin and keep my wounds from burning me alive and killing me. I need them to stay alive." Sayaka told Addie feeling angry at her for taking off her bandages and revealing her skin to the air.


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Nickname/callsign:

Age: 27

Nationality: Avalonian

Gender: Female

Bio: Nadia grew up in a small hideaway refuge built by the original survivors of the Yerrill invasion. It wasn't lavish or easy going by far. But Nadia still found fun things to do, such as playing with the other children. Though being younger meant she was more mischievous, and lacked the sympathy she has today. Her little pranks causing harm to others and her showing little care. Always with the saying "I'm sorry you don't know how to have fun."

As she grew up, she calmed down a little. And became more sympathetic, though her playful attitude still persisted. Just slowed down a bit by rational thought and a desire to not harm anyone. This changed didn't fix the damaged relations she had with others. Her parents included in the list of damaged relations, as they were not exempted from her younger antics. During this time she heard about the Yerrill invading another world, but didn't think much of it. Feeling like that is what the Yerrill did, and that there wasn't much importance in the news.

After a few years though, she started to hear that the Yerrill got pushed back, and even heard about the other world making a foothold on their world. The later news only arriving a few days after it actually happened. So Nadia decided to pack up and leave her little village. Mainly to see and live near those that had actually saved their world from a similar fate that hers now had. To meet them and see what they were like. Completely and ignorantly believing only a race like the Yerrill could be only think to trump the Yerrill. And was met with humans. A weird mix of what she expected, and a bunch of things she didn't even think to consider. Of which only made her happier with the situation.

Then the human forces began an initiative, bringing Avalonians into various rolls within their military, and a few political entities. Nadia obviously signed up, wanting to do more for her people. And after various tests and training courses, she was put in as a pilot. And while still green from training, she eagerly awaits to fight.

Personality: A goofy, playful, and fun loving girl. Nadia always tends to find entertaining things to do in even the most boring and dull situations. Sometimes, that entertainment can get her into trouble. But it never seems to stop her. Some people are annoyed with her antics, but no one has been seriously injured by her. So she has made no enemies. Always seen with a smile, one could be forgiven for thinking she's super optimistic if they just met her.

In reality, she does her best to not let sad and depressing thoughts keep her down for long. Though it doesn't always work, as there have been times where she was in a lower emotional state for a prolonged period of time. She's also rather rational when it comes to actually being serious. Knowing what can and can't be done, and what is plain suicide. With that rational attitude also comes care and concern for others. Not wanting to see others suffer a horrible end. But most people overlook these traits and only believe that she is just a joker/trickster.

Appearance: Fair skin, with short hair, dark brown in color. Icy blue eyes. Average height with a slender build. Several horizontal stripes going from her thighs to her armpits, four thin vertical stripes on her shoulders, stripes color is black.

Personal Gear: Standard pilots gear and equipment

Aircraft: Mitsubishi F-2A

Aircraft Colours: Standard JASDF colors, no addition decals added yet.

Character Theme: Microburst

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The lands to the north of the Expeditionary Force from Earth's base were much like the northern reaches of the home planet of humanity. Mountain ranges, hills, and hardy vegetation began to take over from the greener, prettier and more temperate plants, and the trees became more evergreen and less deciduous. More grey rock and bare dirt pervaded the landscape; though the soaring peaks, shallow, fast, white-capped rivers and thick swathes of trees had a beauty all their own, and the stillness and untouched perfection of the landscape was breathtaking.
All of this was not lost on the survey and reconnaissance team weaving it's way back from a weeks-long trip to the scattered Avalonian settlements and sites of special interest, established by satellites launched from the Expeditionary Forces. However, with their latest revelations from the information they'd uncovered, they were in decidedly more of a hurry, and less concerned with the landscape.
The small convoy of vehicles splashed through a shallow river and ground through grass-covered banks, driving south with determination.
Aboard the lead MRAP of the group, the specialist-sergeant in the passenger seat chewed his thumb nervously, and again scanned the skies, agitation plain in his fidgety movements and darting eyes.
"Sir," the driver started, flicking his eyes sideways to him. "Is there anything-"
"Keep your eyes on the road, Raymore," the Sergeant replied. "Looks like there's a snowstorm rolling in... and we're still more than twenty miles from the nearest forward operating base."
"Try the radio again," urged the voice from the backseats. "There might be better reception now".
The Sergeant glanced back over his shoulder at the Avalonian in the back seat, who had a pleading expression in her eyes.
"We have to get in touch with someone," she pleaded. "If the Yerrill-"
There was a shrieking whistle, and something split the sky above them, flashing over the convoy, leaving contrails in its' wake, and whipping the trees back and forth. A rumbling followed, from their rear and growing closer. All exchanged glances, and the driver gunned the engine. One of the passengers in the rear scrambled to climb up onto the MRAP's turret-mounted .50 cal, while the sergeant clawed for the radio microphone.
A dark shadow fell over the fleeing vehicles.

At the Forward Base, calls went out as garbled radio messages came through. Alerts were raised, co-ordinates established and assets polled... and the Expeditionary Force reached an impasse; there weren't enough aircraft or forces in the area to vector a full squadron or flight.
"What have we got in the area?" asked the officer in charge of the area through gritted teeth, dragging a cigarette down to the filter in one stressed breath, before fumbling to light another, his fingers twitching.
The junior woman in charge of the screens and consoles tracking all of the forces' assets tapped controls with fingers that moved with a pianists' precision and grace, and looked back over her shoulder.
"There are two aircraft not assigned to any flight; they're both armed and on their way back from other assignments-"
"Who and what?"
"Uh, Major Valentine in an A-10C, and Lieutenant Ericsson in an F-2"
"Vector them in, and give them the lowdown; that convoy needs to make it back to base. THey need to hold long enough for reinforcements to make it"
"Yessir!"

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"This is FOB Corona to Major Valentine and Lieutenant Ericcsson. Urgent assistance required for close air support and aerial cover for a convoy unit under attack, co-ordinates incoming..."

Scott's eyes widened under his helmets' visor as he received the orders. He'd been on his way back from an uneventful CAP for a research outpost, and now this... He was glad he'd taken on fuel, and expended no ordnance.
"Well... this is Heartbreak. Send me the info... I take it you're not sendin' me into the meat grinder on my own, over?"
"Negative, Heartbreak. We got you a dance partner. Lieutenant Ericsson is en route too. She should be there to cover your ass, over".
"Well, all right then... best get moving quick, it looks like there's a storm comin' in".
Scott rolled the A-10C onto the new course, angling over the landscape below, shifting in his seat as the dark steel-grey of the clouds above formed a tense ceiling to the impending sortie. All of a sudden, the situation had changed from a routine flight into plunging into danger to save others. It might be a walk in the park; it might be a dice with death. Either way, it was something different, something new - and exactly what he was trained for.
Switching radio frequencies, he tried to establish radio contact with his impromptu partner as the miles rolled down on his instruments.
"This is Heartbreak One to Ericsson. Looks like we have some souls that need saving down there. What say we get this show over with before the snow starts falling, and get a couple of drinks back at base to warm us up, over?"

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Nadia hadn't expected one of her first flights to be a patrol. But her enthusiasm made her hope for something to fly through the airspace she was stationed in. But that was earlier in the patrol. Nothing had happened for a few hours. Except for a mid-air refuel to keep her plane in the air. She wondered if she had over-hyped the idea of being a pilot. It all seemed boring so far, the past few hours seemed to reinforce the idea. Then her comms crackled with life.

"This is FOB Corona to Major Valentine and Lieutenant Ericcsson. Urgent assistance required for close air support and aerial cover for a convoy unit under attack, co-ordinates incoming..."

It surprised her really. Having come to terms that she'd never see much action. And now suddenly being thrown right towards combat? It excited her to say the least.
"Ah~ Yes, finally. Something more to do than sit around and do lazy turns." Nadia spoke before turning on her own comms to respond. "Yes, this is Lieutenant Ericsson. Send me the info and I'll be on my way. Over."
"Sending it now. Over"
As the info arrived, a puzzled look appeared on her face. "Uh..Is the major equipped to handle ground targets? Over"
"Don't worry, Heartbreak is. Just keep him safe from enemy air. Over"
Nadia shrugged, rolling her F2 into her new course. Keeping her plane level to go a get speed, but to also keep any altitude she had, in case it gave her an advantage.

After flying some distance, her comms crackled to life again. A different voice this time.
"This is Heartbreak One to Ericsson. Looks like we have some souls that need saving down there. What say we get this show over with before the snow starts falling, and get a couple of drinks back at base to warm us up, over?"
"I like how you think, lets do it. Over." She took a small pause before speaking again. "I'm thinking of meeting up with ya. Give ya an escort in anyway seeing as I'll be your guardian. Over" She looked at the info again and took a guess to the route he'd be taking in. But waited to adjust her course in case he wanted stay separated till they were at the target.

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Scott grinned at the casual tone of his newly-assigned wingman. "Nice to have a helpful eye in the sky," he replied in the same playful tone she'd adopted. Her gave her his heading and co-ordinates, descending to be below the thick cloud layer as he closed in on the floodplains where the battle was taking place. Keeping a steady cruising speed, they'd be there in only a handful of minutes. He scanned around the skies, hoping to catch sight of Ericsson as she closed in for the rendezvous. He was curious about what she was flying, and anxious to get on with the mission; every minute they were delayed was one the people on the ground had to hold out for, and he didn't want to let his allies down. People dying because of him just didn't sit right, even if it couldn't be avoided.
He kept the A-10 straight and steady, frowning out at the thick, steel-grey cloud forming a canopy overhead. Vague white flurries danced past the canopy; the snow had started to fall.

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Once she had gotten his heading and coords, she quickly redirected to intercept him. Punching the afterburner briefly for a burst of speed towards him. Her mind spaced as she flew to form up with Heartbreak. So Nadia had forgotten to watch the time during her flight, and as such, quickly scrambled to see what time it was. And let out a sigh of relief. Her brain having panicked and thinking over 5 minutes had passed. But due to the speed of her bird, less than 3 minutes had passed. She lazily turned her craft to make a correction in her flight path, and figured it was time to dip from the clouds to help her make visual contact with Heartbreak.

After a few more seconds, she saw a blip on her radar. IFF said it was friendly, so she rolled towards it. Hailing him at the same time. "Glad I'm finally here." She said as she flew past his craft, then turned to form up. Using the turn to bleed off extra energy and speed, so she wouldn't over-shoot when forming up. Taking up position on his left and slightly above. "Shall we double time it now?" She asked while looking at his craft. A hog. Well, Corona wasn't lying when they said he was equipped to handle ground targets.


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Age: 21

Appearance:

Though opinions vary on how beautiful Artemis is, no one can deny she's a striking figure to see, with her brown skin, starlight hair, and aqua eyes. She's a tall, slender thing standing at 5'9", with long, willowy limbs and subtle curves beneath her clothing. Her wardrobe is eclectic, with various scarves, jewelry, and feathers. She paints different markings on her skin and arms, adding to her unique look.

Occupation: Traveling Mystic

Personality: Artemis is whoever she needs to be to get by. But whether she's quiet and mysterious, or flirtatious and inviting, the one constant is that she's always looking out for herself. Though not particularly interested in other people, she enjoys using them as her primary source of entertainment. It's difficult to know who Artemis truly is or what she cares about, as she keeps everything truly important locked away – especially from herself.

History: Before she was Artemis, she was Emira Janan Mathilde Basira Felicity Lujayn Cosima Airtifae-Alqamar, Grande Duchess of the Silver Valley. Young Emira and her little brother Idris grew up with all the advantages that came with nobility. Idris, though younger than Emira, was the heir apparent. This was just fine with her – Emira was not quite suited for nobility. She was clever, worldly, and even charming when she wanted to be, but she had no interest in politics and governing. Idris, with his patience and generosity, would do well, while she entertained herself with seeing how quickly she could insult a dignitary and how long she could keep him from storming out of the palace after that.

When she was fifteen years old, a plague swept through the valley. They called it the Climbing Vine for the slow, crawling way it choked the life from its victims. Their mother was the first to catch it. Then their father. Emira and Idris were quarantined from their parents for more than a year before their died. The night before Idris' coronation, he fainted.

Preparations were being made for Emira's coronation even before Idris passed. Half a year after he first started showing symptoms, Emira charmed her way past the guard and crept into her little brother's room, as she had so many times before. Sometimes he had good nights, in spite of the sickness. His eyes would be bright and his laugh would ring out like a bell as she gossiped with him about the stuffy dignitaries, so full of themselves it was a wonder they fit through the palace doors. But that night was not a good night.

His eyes were glassy and his smile was weak as he clutched his big sister's hand with his waning strength. He whispered how proud he was of her, and how wonderful a ruler she'd be. Emira was the cleverest, strongest, funniest person he knew, and the people would adore her. They'd love her as much as he did. Emira looked at him for a long moment. Then she placed a kiss on his damp forehead, careful not to let any tears fall on him. She ran from the palace that night.

When she was eighteen years old, Artemis locked Emira away with her guilt and tried not to look back.

When she was nineteen, she heard a rumor that the Grand Duke of the Silver Valley had finally died without an heir.

Artemis traveled from one town to another, making her living as a mystic. In reality she was little more than a charlatan. Her ethereal looks, intelligence, and the skills she learned at court – languages, dancing, and singing, among others – helped her sell the facade. Before waking up in the forest, she made her living telling fortunes, selling "enchanted" baubles and sometimes outright stealing. Artemis played whatever role was required to entice her customers, and dazzled them with petty revelations about their futures or innermost thoughts (either flat out lies, generic statements that were easy to read into, or educated guesses based on how the customers presented themselves).

She told herself it was easier to forget over time – easier to push away the guilt. She could turn into someone else and feel nothing at all. After all, it was Emira who'd turned her back and ran from her Valley. Her little brother. Not Artemis.

Maybe if she said it enough times it would make it true.

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Artemis looked between the two 'Lords' as they bickered. The small one seemed to be full of wisdom. Thank goodness he'd told her to 'not fall off' of the gryphon. Who knew what she'd have done without his advice. She looked back at the gryphon, who seemed to be losing her mind with excitement at the thought of flying. Artemis was suddenly glad she'd yet to eat anything.

"Nura," she said. The gryphon paused for half a second to look at her before bounding over and nearly knocking Artemis to the floor. A foot was forced back to brace herself, and Artemis raised her hands to try and push off 300 lbs of feathers nuzzling into her. Yeah, she figured, Nura would work out fine.

"I've ridden a horse before," Artemis said while trying to control Nura. The gryphon wouldn't keep still, insistent and curious, sniffing at her neck, her hair, her clothes. "Never bareback." She was kinda miffed that she'd have to ride barefoot though. It meant she'd stolen the boots from the Witch for nothing. "First and only priority I have is not dying. Find some food, water, a safe place to sleep I guess." She needed to get her bearings. Artemis glanced over her shoulder at the two men. A thoughtful eyebrow raised.

"The sun-child with the white Lantern has the blue one, too. Almost got the red one earlier. She's trying to free the dragon." Artemis had no idea if the sun-child Reckley was talking about was the same one she'd met with the blue Lantern. She was just curious what sort of reaction that would get. These men were still strangers, after all. Curiosity and caution mixed together to prompt her search for information.

Nura blindsided her with an extra shove and Artemis tumbled to the ground in a prone heap with a yelp. The gryphon seized the opportunity for more nuzzling.

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Peck stared at her while she spoke -- nothing she said made sense according to the lessons he'd been taught since he was a child . . . the knowledge that had been passed down through the generations of pirates. Suddenly there was this weathered and traveled girl from another world -- with strange powers and stranger knowledge -- who said she knew the truth. He didn't know what to believe, but he believed that if anyone could bring the sun back, it was Anise.

He stepped forward, and he held the Lantern out to her. "I hope you know what you're doing," he told her warily, and he looked up through the trees toward the deep expanse of stars above.

"We tell time by the moonrise," he said after awhile; he'd been thinking about the world Anise must have come from. "The month by the phase of the moon, the year by the moving constellations. Nothing else really changes. The shadows get darker. The Lord of the Shadow is getting stronger, the more people die."

He stared up for awhile, then took a breath. "I know how to summon each of the Lords and Ladies, if you want to talk to them. It's usually forbidden, because making one of them mad could be disaster -- but." He shook his head and ruffled his own hair; he couldn't believe he was doing this. "We've already broken most of the rules already. I was going to take you back to the Roost, but if you're going to be summoning the spirits I'd do it far away from there. Finding the Kith is something else, though. There are several tribes, and they don't necessarily like each other."

A thought occurred to him, and he touched one of the trees. "There's a tribe not far from here, it's on the way to the Roost. They're the tree-jumpers, though -- they kill pirates for sport." He gave Anise a look that questioned whether she really wanted to do what she'd set out to do, when every course of action could end in them both being slaughtered or worse.

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Oseely and Reckley exchanged a skeptical look while Artemis struggled with the gryphon.

"Two Lanterns ain't anything to be concerned about, right?"

"There are two more at the Rook."

"I can feel the red Lantern --"

"I know, I can feel the white one and it's being abused."

Oseely shot him a glare. "Red's at the Witch's house. The trees are all dead, then. How long 'til they're back at full power?"

"Not long enough."

The Lord of the Breeze folded his arms with a solemn frown, and the Lord of the Flame sucked his teeth with the pensive thought of a slacker slowly realizing he might have to do something productive soon. Oseely huffed a sigh and shook his head, laughing, much to Reckley's displeasure. "Doesn't matter. Shadow'll take care of it. For once let's not get in his way."

Reckley shuddered slightly, but he relinquished a sigh and looked down to Artemis with a twitch of a smile. The sight of the bond between rider and gryphon was heartening, at least.

"You'd be better equipped to survive if you don't try to do it alone."

"Aw, stick with me and you'll do just fine!" Oseely gave her a wink and a grin.

Reckley sighed. "You don't sleep and you don't eat. How're you going to help?"

"I eat!"

"You chew bark." Reckley appraised Artemis, his arms still folded. "The Kith or the Pirates would probably take you in. You're in the rare situation of being unaffiliated."

"You don't want to do that. Just steal their stuff and camp in the open fields. There are sigils you can use to ward off critters that'd chew on you in your sleep."

"That's the most idiotic idea I've ever heard," Reckley hissed with distaste.

Oseely grinned. "I thought of it myself!"

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Anise felt that his returning the Lantern to her was an extension of his trust and hope. She accepted the Lantern with a smile to oppose his wary expression. She felt that there should be something to brighten the day of the dwellers of the Forest even though the Dragon seemed to have no interest in their safety. She felt that was no way to rule and really felt the need to have an actual conversation with the Dragon at some point.

That made sense she had seen the moon several times, and if what he said was true she hadn't been here for much more than a week. Not even. She remembered being told by Peck earlier that same thing about the Lord of Shadow about his power over the dead.

Anise looked at the ground in thought. She had several choices to make. She could start summoning the spirits now, or she could start meeting the Kith right now. She knew that the Lord of Shadow would most definitely take offense to a summoning from her, but she also needed to have a conversation with them. The Kith would likely be dangerous for at least Peck, but she felt she could protect him.

Anise appreciated his willingness to suggest a starting point. However one statement from the Dragon weighed heavily on her mind. She had to speak with her children. That took precedence in her mind and felt to be the most important thing in the dream she had just had.

She looked up to Peck and looked him in the eyes. "I would like to start with meeting the Spirits, but isn't there a way to find them that would not insult them? I feel that calling to them without pulling them suddenly from... wherever they are living." She felt that just calling them suddenly would be more harmful than anything. She also remembered the symbol that was left on her hand after her meeting with the Lady of the Pond for the first time.

She glanced at her hand remembering her meeting with the Lady of the Pond not long ago. "After I met with the Lady of the Pond I awakened with this rune on my hand." She raised her hand concentrating on it as she remembered the last time she had done so it had become visible. "I am not sure what it means. I know that the Witch uses runes, but do you know them as well?" She knew it was important, but she understood little of them.

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However charming the sight of Artemis struggling with Nura might've been, it was a very different first-hand experience. Nura was a very heavy gryphon with very sharp talons and a very hard beak. She seemed oblivious to all of this as she pinned Artemis down and investigated (nipped, pulled, and shoved). Eventually Artemis just gave up resisting and fell limp, wincing at Nura's prodding. Instead, she tried to look over her head at the two lords as they spoke and debated.

Her choices were feral mask children, adults she'd already stolen from, or an ancient elemental lord with dubious reliability. Fantastic.

Nura finally seemed to notice that her 'playmate' had stopped moving and pulled away from Artemis' hair. Wide, dark eyes blinked down at her. Artemis stared back. When she pushed herself up, the gryphon finally removed a heavy, taloned foot from her chest. Artemis looked down to make sure there was not blood leaking through her clothes, wincing as her lungs finally expanded. Nura chirped and sat down, looking far too pleased with herself. A long tail curled around her feet. Artemis tried not to hesitate as she reached a hand out to the gryphon, allowing a sniff. She curled her hand up along the beak and scratched again at the soft feathers above it. Nura trilled in pleasure.

With a sigh, Artemis heaved herself to her feet and turned to the two lords.

"I've made a living off of idiotic ideas," she said. She looked from one man to another. "One more can't hurt." She somehow managed to keep the sarcasm from leaking into her voice.

It did seem to be the only real option, though. Artemis had never fared well when forced to play with others. She was better at playing them. And when she inevitably slipped up (because she always managed to forget that she wasn't as clever as she thought she was) there was usually running involved. Away. And where exactly was she going to run away to trapped on Hellmurder Island? No, better to not pick sides in a centuries-long blood war and keep to the shadows. Figure out how to survive on her own and use the groups as a last resort. Besides, she had Oseely.

Well. Sort of. He'd called himself the patron of liars and thieves, after all. But he was a resource, nonetheless. She wouldn't trust him to not get her killed, but he had information he was willing to share.

Artemis bent down and picked up her staff. Straightening up, she looked back at Oseely.

"I think I'd like to learn those sigils now."