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Age: Unknown (Part of the mystery!)

Race: 'Gifted' human

A healthy, radiant complexion and brilliant emerald irises make for a pleasant first-glance at the woman. Though the lack of sun-starved, pale skin may leave one wondering if the woman isn't from some sunbathed region. The smooth accent rolling from her tongue indicates otherwise, though it is difficult to place.

Keen features add to the intensity of her gaze; high cheekbones and a sharp jawline furthering the appearance of ferocity that goes well beyond the woman's underlying wolfish nature.

Raven locks fall to her lower back--assuming the woman has actually let them loose. It's more often she's seen with her hair twisted into a careful knot or a neat ponytail.

The result of ceaseless, almost obsessive, training is difficult to conceal behind any given attire. Her thick frame is undoubtedly more muscle than fat--though it offers a contrast to the sharpness of her visage if one takes the time to note the curvature of her figure.

Few scars are visible on her form, though on the occasion they are it would seem the woman bears very few. Faint lines cross her chest diagonally, similar lines replicating the effect on her upper back. Nicks and slender markings are scattered over her flesh here or there, the lines having grown so faint it is difficult to take note of them at all.

She exudes confidence bordering on a cocky attitude. Every graceful step is taken with a sureness, a sense that the woman is never second-guessing where she's headed; even if it's simply to slip inside a tavern for an evening drink.

Elizabeth has an unusual set of powers. While she is known for her excellence in studying shadow oriented magics, her origin leaves her with the additional benefit of her God's blessing; sharp eyesight, a sensitive sense of smell, and a pair of canines that seem almost out of place though they are relatively small. Her athletic abilities are increased as a result of this blessing. (See history for further explanation!). She has training in acrobatics, necessary medicine (field medic), and maintains the ability to utilize materials to create curious little trinkets littered with magic that produced unusual results.

Throughout Elizbeth's form the glint of steel is noticeable.

- A total of 10 throwing blades rest at her thighs, three strapped to the outer thighs, two to the inner thighs. This protects those vital arteries as well as provides additional weapons!

- Two daggers are sheathed at her hips, carrying a curious, deep violet glow.

- The inside of her boots are lined with much smaller blades, far too small to be adequate weapons in combat. Each was coated with a carefully crafted poison.

- A flintlocke bearing ornate designs, elven in nature, remains holstered toward the back of her belt.

- A bag clearly impacted by magic carries far more than it should.

- Though her pauldrons are small in appearance, clever tinkering has lead to their lining... tubing that connects one pauldron to a canister concealed in the other. When activated it releases a gaseous neurotoxin.

- Hidden beneath her leather bracers is a spring activated blade (Assassin's Creed style yes, sue me!).

South of the primary human Kingdom of Peilos rests the much smaller, secluded Kingdom of Lyceum (lie-see-uhm). The walled in region is tucked away on the southern coast, buried in a sea of pines and everpresent fog. The constant rain makes it a least favorite destination on any tourists lists, and if that didn't scare off the average traveler, the stories very well might. The Lycians (lie-see-ahn) were a separate community of humans, defected from their primary peoples thousands of years prior to the culmination of the great war between the elves and the humans. Though it began as a religious community, the dedication of their priests brought them the gift of their god. He was known simply as 'the great wolf'. If he had a name, no one spoke it, and the rumors that trickled from the once open city were twisted and altered over time. The humans there had been granted exceptional strength and speed, their grace no less benefited from the blessing though they become a brutal foe. The grin of a Lycian offered a showcase of pearly white, deadly teeth. The signature of these "creatures" as they were now deemed, was the brilliant yellow coloration of their eyes.

Elizabeth overtly was nothing particularly special. With a heavy hood to hide her features, none would know she carried any such blessing. Dark leathers constantly adorned her form, the woman's choice of accessory always the glint of steel. She was but a simple traveler if she was allowed to keep that hood on. This comfort did not last.

In the beginning she was known only within the walls of her own home. An accomplished assassin, rising through the heavily corrupted ranks of her city. Having separated themselves with thick stone walls and heavy iron gates, the citizens of the region had become reclusive, and ultimately infighting had begun. Their newfound immortality (or so it is rumored) lead to the realization that none would pass on to allow another to inherit title, to work along the ladder of nobility through not only achievement but the death of others. Assassination was more than a carefully concealed profession within these walls, it was a lifeblood. The very essence of the city. It's recent history was bathed in blood.

It was no surprise then that during the war a curious letter found itself on Elizabeth's desk, a sophisticated loopy script detailing the events of the greater world beyond those gates, and the need for someone as talented as her. She left the safety of her walls, of the towering pines and constant storm clouds, only to find herself ostracized.

While her work in the war had earned her heavy praise from her allies, her enemies were far less keen, and those bright yellow eyes made it clear she was not 'pure' in her humanity. Her home likewise had turned, shutting their gates in the interest of maintaining their reclusive status, naming Elizabeth nothing short of a traitor to their tiny nation.

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@Faerah@Cerces22

Liz was calm as she listened, curious to hear the exchange of words that followed. There was little more than an eyeroll as Thortan spoke, her posture remaining as stiff as ever.

"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??"

A simple hum was offered at Thortan's word, though even the simplistic sound dripped with sarcasm. Yellow eyes flicked toward the new face, and then eventually to Lia. She was exceptionally cold toward others, as were many of her kind...perhaps that was part of why they were so largely unpopular. She could care less if a training session resulted in death, albeit, the more powerful people they had training here, the higher the chance of future success in the currently stalled war. If nothing else, she was smart enough to recognize that Lia was a powerful ally, a desirable one if she was going to maintain that control over her abilities.

She had remained silent during the briefly tense moment as a result of the new man's words. She understood the usefulness of the desert elf, but she had not yet acquired enough attachment to bother defending the woman. She simply waited quietly until Lia had turned and moved away. Her gaze returned to the newcomer finally.

"In combat I most often utilize hand-to-hand and melee techniques simply empowered by the shadows, but if you are seeking to flex your nullification muscle, so to speak, I can provide you with shadow specific offensive spells. Considering the Dark Queen herself trained me, along with her consort, I am confident it would provide you with an adequate practice session, even if you have become advanced in your art."

[Assistant]
The king sat atop his throne looking down on this pitiful excuse for a creature. His disdain of having to be in the room of a water elf made his skin crawl. He heard stories of his ancestors helping these creatures defeat a supposed goddess bent on destroying to world, he could care not. He was angry that they would not teach him the secrets of their magic. He couldn't believe that humans were incapable of controlling magic. The king sighed heavily to himself.

"If she cannot tell us how it is to use magic, she is of no use to me. Death is required for this affront." He said indifferently, the woman began sobbing, promising that the humans would be punished by their god Erebus. "Elf, if he were to exist, I would have his head as well. If your kind won't teach me magic, than you will all be put to death!!"

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Thortan waited, and waited for the still unidentified high elf to move or say something. He looked over to the panther lounging around looking bored as well. He split himself, one version stayed sitting in the chair, the other went down to the field.

"Good elf, it's ok if you can't fight, many suffer from performance issues. I am sure next time you will find the strength to fight. Now let's go inside and relax, I am sure there is something we can do." He turned to Liz. "Come girl." He whistled softly to her.

His other self had removed the shadowed stage and made sure Lia and the panther made it safely to their feet.

"My dear, have I told you when I almost started a huge incident?? Seems someone got it in their head that I was trying to bed the high priestess of the Mountain Elves. Here I was giving her women advice. But their queen still wanted my head to be on the safe side. It wasn't until the priestess showed up to my big death gala with her new girlfriend on her arm did I get released." He laughed out loud at his own expense.

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Like a trained soldier, Liz held a rigid posture as she waited. Patience was a virtue this woman most definitely had, though her eyes narrowed minutely as the silence continued. She could only study the subject before her for so long before her mind wandered.

Coins jingled as the bag in Liz's hands was set on the table, and the quiet whistle of her brother mingled with the sound to create a momentary melody. He had always been the nosy sort. His fingers found the opening, tugging until the mound of golden coins within were revealed.

"Another noble off the list, I take it?"

Elizabeth nodded, moving without hesitation to clean her weapons and her gear. "Another power shift, another fresh round of contracts."

She sounded almost bored, and the truth behind that bland tone of voice was quite on point. She had been doing this for years...centuries. Their longer life span, deemed potential immortality, had left Liz following the same career path for so long it wasn't producing quite the same level of thrill. The tension of a new assassin...constantly considering the best methods, the best move, the right times... that was no longer necessary. Liz had exceeded the professionals at this point, confident enough she'd become capable of completing a contract in less than a day.

Her brother was all to aware of the fact, and perhaps that was what motivated the raven-haired man to waggle the official looking parchment in his hands teasingly. "Maybe it's time you explore your options, Lizzy."

Her eyes narrowed as she reached out to snatch the parchment from him. "I hate when you call me that." There was only a momentary glare as the woman took hold of the message. It wasn't yet opened, leaving her unsure how Sam may have been aware of its contents. The seal was ornate, twisting designs leading to a centralized symbol that looked vaguely familiar. It was already tattered looking. Messages coming in and out of their kingdom were often delayed. Few travelers were willing to move into the dark, pine forests of the southern lands, and even fewer Lycians were willing to go out and retrieve incoming messages.

Liz settled herself in a large armchair, the fireplace before her roaring and casting an orange glow over the dark wax that bound her letter. Silken thread dangled from the wax, a metallic charm bearing a similar symbol. It looked royal. As the seal was broken and the parchment opened, Sam bounced over toward the chair, reading right over his sister's shoulder without shame. She either didn't care, or was too surprised by the contents to pay much attention to her brother.

The letter was long, delicate looping script describing an elven kingdom Liz had heard of only in the storybooks. She would go on to describe the letter as a request to attend the dark elven court, though the words contained within the letter were nothing short of a demand. There was no denying the elven queen thought highly of herself.

It was an experience Liz would not soon forget. The opportunity to utilize her skill set in a different environment entirely had been enticing by itself, but the offer to expand upon her rumored affinity for shadow magic had been the true motivation to make the final decision. When she met the Dark Queen herself there had been no doubt she made the right decision, yet her introduction to the Queen's consort had been another experience entirely.

Idle magic had been brewing as the memories danced about her mind's eye. Shadow magic tainted by the light-magic forms often presented as varying shades of violet, yet the magics that now furled around Liz were undoubtedly pure. Perhaps to some they would be deemed black, but there was a depth there that made the word seem inadequate. There was no light where this smokey substance slithered about her form, it was an absolute absence of it. A void. An abyss. Thin, smoke-like tendrils danced about her shoulders and arms, slithering over her form as if offering an old friend a wholehearted embrace.

Thortan's whistle had snapped Liz back to the present, and the shadows dissipated with a soft, curious whispering sound. She blinked once as she caught up with her surroundings, forgetting to be irritated that she had been whistled at like a dog being told to come. She had moved toward him without question, leaving their newcomer to consider his options at his own pace. He would catch up, eventually.


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Abigail Harlow
Basics
Age: 15
Gender: female
Height/Weight: 5'2, 44kgs
(Former) Occupation: Student
Appearance: Depending on the season, Abigail has two skin tones - pale and sunburnt. She's short and lanky, with knobbly joints, an upturned nose and snaggly teeth. Often has a spot or two on her face. Pale blonde greasy hair which she either wears loose, covers with an equally greasy baseball cap or ties up into an unappealingly tight ponytail. She wears thrift shop fashion or sports gear. Often smells of teenage BO.

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Biography
Abigail grew up with her grandparents in a caravan that cruised around Arizona. They were fulltimers; a beautiful nomadic subculture of trailer park inhabitants that scuttle from Solero Springs to Redville Acres, from camp to park and back again when they've outstayed their welcome. She didn't know her father and her mother was incarcerated around a decade ago for drug-related charges. They were kind yet misguided people who did the best for a little girl who found herself in an awkward situation. Abigail few up on exaggerated stories of her uncle, their eldest son - a stoic and severe war veteran-turned outdoorsy type, who her grandparents idolised but hadn't heard from in decades.

Where they could, Meemaw and Pops forced the impetuous rapscallion into whichever public school they could find. Her education was disjointed and patchy but it kept her occupied. They were the Catholic, god-fearing sort who, having failed their daughter and somehow lost all contact with their precious son, were twice as insistent to keep the demon-spawn on the straight and narrow. Abigail took to sports rather than drugs. Academia frustrated her but the rustic, eccentric and ultimately homely lifestyle of the various camper parks she frequented had imbibed her with knowledge that you'd generally expect to pick up from toothless old hermits and professional recidivists. She's bright, just not in the way you'd expect. Most of the time she doesn't elect to use her brightness, which probably explains the myriad of stories she's similarly accumulated over such a brief and tumultuous lifespan.

When the Violet Dawn first hit, Abigail was quick to pick up on the anti-mage rhetoric that her grandparents used quite liberally throughout the five year period. As strong southern Catholics, the incursion of magic was devilwork and the unwilling practitioners were souls destined to go to Hell. In her grandparents mind, and therefore in her mind, the Violet Dawn was the beginning of the rapture; the manifestation of these sinful and destructive powers were signs from God of the unworthy who deserved to be culled in Jesus' name. She lost friends and foe alike to the phenomenon but it never necessarily affected her, and she had far worse problems to deal with, so why would she care for the lives of the condemned? It wasn't as if it would happen to her, right?

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Skills and Weaknesses
Skills:

* White Trash Encyclopedia: Well-versed in a vast array of little helpful tidbits ranging from repairs to pest control to lockpicking to varmint snares to shotgunning (sodas, of course!) to couponing. In other words, she's a bit of a jack of all trades, but only has a very minor knowledge in these things.
* Macguyver: Living in a low-income and transient lifestyle has pushed Abigail to become resourceful. Anything's a weapon or a tool if you think hard enough, and Abi's trusty roll of duct tape helps to facilitate the process.
* Jogger Junkie: Abigail's favourite sport is running. She enjoys her 8k morning jogs, her relay races, her marathons. She's fast on her feet and doesn't tire out easily.

Weaknesses:

* Child: She's fifteen. This should be self explanatory, but it means she's not very strong, not very mature, not taken seriously, not allowed to drink, smoke or drive, can't have a job and should be in school - to say the least. On top of all the human repercussions of being on this earth less than her adult counterparts, it also means her spellcraft is erratic and hard to control. She doesn't know all the spells she can cast and the ones she can cast aren't that strong yet. Magic is also more exhausting to use.
* Dumb Sombitch: Whilst gifted with a keen gut instinct and the gift of vibe-reading, Abigail's not all that smart; partially due to her age and partially due to her upbringing. She's especially vulnerable to Black magic because of this.
* Amber Alert: It's one thing if an adult goes off-grid, it's another if a child winds up missing. Even trailer park inhabitants look after their young. She's on missing posters and the news in and around the Arizona area.

Spells:

* Pick-me-up (Red): A very simple spell that regenerates flesh. At the moment it can only knit together scrapes and bumps, but may be able to work on detailed and extensive flesh wounds if given time and practice. Burns through calories to use, so it requires spare calories to cast.
* Overflow (Violet): Discharge of excess magical power, currently in small erratic blasts from the base of her palm, capable of causing burns. Difficult to control and essential to cast in order to 'burn off' excess power, which causes discomfort and pain if left uncasted for too long.
* Astral Projection (Violet): Currently completely uncontrollable and unpredictable. Sometimes, when Abigail sleeps, she can look into another History for a brief period of time. She cannot interact with the History and cannot be detected without magical means.
* Telekinesis (Green): Similarly uncontrollable and unpredictable, though easy enough to train, Abigail can (unintentionally) change the way in which gravity affects small inanimate objects. With refinement, the mass of the object and the direction of the gravitational pull on it can be manipulated. Causes headaches and even migraines after a significant period of use.
* Energy Theft (Green): Abigail can divert the flow of all electrical currents within a 6m diameter sphere into herself, effectively turning off all technology in the area. The electricity transmutes into mana, but the sudden surge of power can cause significant harm. Abigail can hold onto the spell to the limits of her physical and mental resilience against increasingly excruciating pain and, when she does lose her grip on the spell, it is vital that she releases the excess power quickly before it causes her to burn up.
* Currently Unknown

[User]
Zephyr found himself up and unable to get back to sleep just before the sun rose in the morning. Old habits from being a bus driver he supposed. Being up early would be good for him, it would let him do some morning meditation in peace. There were a few others milling about, Zephyr gave them a friendly smile then carried on, eventually finding a quiet little corner for him to do his meditation. Usually his meditation was for him to just have some quiet, and to quell any rage he may have been feeling. Today was a bit of a different exercise, he was trying to meditate on the exact nature of the abilities he had been gifted.

As he breathed his thoughts drifted to when he lifted the debris out of the way so the car could get through. He hadn't really thought about it in the moment, he just acted. He had called on Kratos and the deities of earth, so it seemed he could give himself great strength as well as be protected by the earth. Zephyr always tried to get in turn with the element of earth, steady, constant. In reality he was probably more in tune with fire, able to both provide protection but could turn and ruin you if not treated with care.

Through Zephyrs meditation he felt his abilities within in, not their exact nature, but glimpses. Not only could he sharpen his senses, he could also shut off his sense of pain should he need it. He could give himself strength, protect himself with the earth, and there was another ability there that didn't seem related to any of the gods but within himself, though he couldn't figure out what this ability was. What he was most excited about though was trying to make something from the earth. Finding a large planter pot with whatever had once lived in it long dead he used the earth to create a Bo-Staff, his preferred weapon from his time teaching Tae Kwon Do. The staff held up pretty well as he swung it around, although if it made contact with a surface too roughly it fell apart, good to know.

After doing staff forms for a while in his little corner people seemed to be up and about, and Zephyr decided it was time for a little break. He made his way back to what he supposed was the main area of the mall where he now lived. Looking around what caught his eye was a woman doing yoga, and she seemed to be talking with the Arizona girl from the other day, did she give her name? If she had Zephyr couldn't remember it right now. He'd always meant to try yoga as a means to stay fit and meditate at the same time but Tae Kwon Do had always eaten up so much of his time. Well there was no time like the present, Zephyr made his way over to the two, "hey there. I couldn't help but notice you doing yoga, mind if I watch and try to copy your moves? I've always wanted to try yoga, see how it compares to martial arts."

[Assistant]
Angeline started to look a little nervous as yet another person approached. It's not that she was nervous about stretching in front of people, she'd done much crazier stuff on stage but she never considered herself much of a teacher. "Hi - Yeah of- of course I mean I'm not exactly the best at explaining stuff but I guess if you look at what I'm doing and roughly can replicate it it should be alright… Does martial arts take a lot of flexibility?" she asked, looking actually curious, she supposed it was a little like dancing, high kicks and a lot of control. Lost in her thought, she looked around, there wasn't any mats or anything to comfortably stretch on, she hadn't even brought her own, regrettably. Supposedly though, this new life wouldn't be exactly as cush as she'd been used to. "Oh I'm getting distracted - But I can tell you whereabouts you're supposed to feel the stretch so you know if you're doing it wrong if you don't feel anything.." While it wasn't exactly instructor level, it definitely helped her in her conditioning classes.

"I was just warming up, anyhow so I guess just sit down with me and stretch out your hip-flexors like this-" She sat, pressing the bases of her shoes together, pulled them close toward her crotch and folded herself over "The aim is to try and get your forehead to rest on-..." She looked at her shoes "Like the sides of the balls of your feet?" She leant down "Usually someone pushes my shoulders down so I go deeper, but well my muscles ache enough so I'm just going to do these solo. Oh and hold each pose for roughly twenty to thirty seconds." Her voice is slightly strained as the ache in her legs is being stretched out. After a while she sits back up "Or, well, as long as you want really don't push yourself too far." Angie added, trying to think of her relaxingly-voiced instructor, if only she could sound so carefree and chill. "Um - and then just to keep relaxed on the floor here just, uh, put your legs into a straddle position-" She stretches her legs out in front of her then moves them apart "And like… Try and touch your toes with one hand, and reach the other one over your head? It should be stretching like the back of your knee? Like your hamstrings and the arm over your head should just let gravity pull your obliques out so along your ribcage and the opposite side of your body from the leg you're touching.." She can easily wrap her hand around her shoes, focusing more on the stretch on her obliques and shoulder joint.

When she straightens herself up she gets a blank look on her face "I've just realised I never even introduced myself." she laughed, a little embarrassed at how flattered she was at being asked to demonstrate some stretches. "Um, right well my name is Angeline Harrison - I'm uh - I was a ballerina so I'm not like a professional yoga instructor or anything" She switches to the other side, holding the base of her foot and stretching her arm over the top of her head, aiming to try and touch her toes with her other hand.

[User]
Matthew jumped as the voice cut through the darkness, spinning around with a look not unlike a teenager whose mom had caught him looking at boobies on the family computer. "Uhhhhh..." he started, trying to come up with an excuse that didn't sound like he was cracking up, but he couldn't find anything to say except the truth. "You know, just keeping busy." He said, jumping up and sitting in front of her on the counter. "Trying to stay out of the way." He gestured over his shoulder to poor, freshly trepanned Kilroy. "Maybe do a little good. Probably not. I don't know."

Come to think of it, she was pretty far out of the way herself. In fact she didn't look all that different from how he felt. "It's just that every time I close my eyes I can see it. The cops, the centipede, the violet dawn, and it's all perfect. Perfect. Like I'm living it again. It's weird, I've never had anything I wanted to forget before."

He flipped the key between all his fingers, then held offered it to her. "You want to give it a try? It's been making me feel a little better."

[Assistant]
"Looking for a way to not be bored without getting roped into doing chores," Abigail responded, rubbing her nose on the base of her palm. "Preferably without getting in trouble again, and giving them arcade kids a wiiiide berth. They're creepy as." She regarded Zephyr lazily as he approached and tried to join in, only showing a bare modicum of interest when she found out he was able to do martial arts. As Angeline and Zephyr got along, Abigail was starkly reminded with how her age made her even more of an outsider. She didn't take part in the lesson yet but sat against a wall and watched them, awkward yet inquisitive. "Is this, like, something you do for fun?" she asked Angeline as she watched the woman contort into what was - in her opinion - painful and unnatural positions.

"What's it like being a ballerina?" She tucked her greasy hair back into her baseball cap, sprawling against the wall in her own yoga pose of sitting around doing sweet F-A. "You gotta train a lot? Are the guys hot? How do they even get into leotards?" she bombarded Angeline with questions, unaware of her rudeness. She may be an uncultured little shit, but she was a curious uncultured little shit who was at least making an attempt to make friends in the face of life-changing uncertainty. At the very least, one could be thankful she hadn't found a decent way to make fun of their poses yet.


[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]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: Apollo Cabin —> Dining Pavilion: Zeus Table -- Camp Half-Blood
Skills:

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 Ezekiel ignored the snickers from his brothers and sisters. He never seemed to mind when he was being teased by his half-siblings. They were all part of an odd, messed up family. Bryan came over just as Ezekiel secured his clothes for the day and patted him on the shoulder. He chuckled and shrugged.
 "Ya, he got a few hits in with that ridiculous bat of his," Zeke said and stood. He shrugged out of yesterday's clothes and pulled on fresh ones before walking into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Bryan announced that they were heading to the dining pavilion and Zeke popped his head out of the boy's bathroom.
 "Ya, just give me a minute," he said before finishing up in the bathroom. Zeke ran a hand through his hair before slipping on his green beanie and pulled on his dark wash jean jacket as he walked to the door and joined some of his siblings on the walk to the dining pavilion.
 "So, do you know what's on the agenda for today?" Ezekiel knew the ones who stood for the quests would be leaving today but he didn't know what that meant for the rest of them. Last time, the people who remained at camp boarded the flying ship that took them to Camp Jupiter. As far as Zeke knew, nothing like that was happening for the rest of them.

 They reached the dining pavilion and Ezekiel grabbed a plate, deciding on having french toast with sausages and some orange juice to drink. He looked at Bryan and hit him lightly with his elbow since he didn't have a free hand. "I'll see you later," Zeke said and left to sit at the empty Zeus table. He sipped his juice, looking at the water just beyond the pavilion before he dug into his first meal of the day.
 He knew he was probably about to get a bunch of different looks at why he of all people was sitting at Zeus table but he didn't care at the moment. It seemed Zeke had gone through a bit of a transformation over night.

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Demetri Rowan Howell

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Location: Cabin One > Dining Pavilion
Skills: Shapeshifting

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Demi stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist as he grabbed another and started drying his hair with it. Once he stopped, he looked towards the mirror noticing his curls had decided to come out in full force that day. He frowned slightly, wishing he didn't have to bother with them today. Demetri wiped the fog off the mirror, noticeably looking at the spots where Zeke had kissed him. One hand drifting softly towards his lips as he decided to try something different and new today. The brown coloration of his eye began to shift away, leaving only their natural electric blue. On one hand it would match his new enchanted eye, on the other hand...Zeke liked the more natural him.

Demi looked at himself for a moment, sighing as he thought to himself, unable to shake the goofy grin on his face. He finished getting ready, going out into the common area and pressing his boot against the walls of the cabin as he began to lace them up. "Morning Andy, how was Hades' cabin? You know, aside from not having a glaring statue of dad looming about." He continued to lace his shoes, standing up when ready as he walked by the girls bathroom so she could hear him better. "I'll catch you at breakfast! You can tell me all about it there!" He threw on a coat for the cold and made his way out and towards the Dining Pavilion.

Demetri looked down for most of the walk, not daring to see if any campers gave him concerned looks after Coach Hedges show this morning. He started to pick up the pace, walking quickly as the cold air began biting at his cheeks, wishing he was already sitting and having a warm meal to help fight the chill of the day. Demi went through the same motions as always, grabbing his tray with plate and goblet as a full English breakfast emerged onto his dish and warm apple cider filled the cup. He was feeling rather generous that morning, offering a sausage to the fire for Zeus, much more than the fat he usually tossed in there, and turned to head towards his table. When he saw Zeke sitting at it he froze. His eyes drifted from place to place trying to see if he somehow got turned around. But there was Apollos' table clear as day, full of his children sitting about eating.

Demis' hands began to shake slightly, and he couldn't tell if it was from the cold or nerves but he needed to get a grip. He let out a short sigh before marching towards his table and sitting across from Zeke. He didn't make eye contact at first, keeping his gaze downcast as he stared at his plate afraid that if he looked up Zeke would be gone or laughing. When he finally looked up, his electric blue eyes met Zeke's. "Are you lost?" A light color of blush ran through Demetri's cheeks as he looked at him.

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Cassian Rudenko

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Location: Dionysus Cabin
Skills:

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Cassian felt the small prod against his head and turned to face his brother with a smile. [Color=CC00CC]"Just Coach Hedge having a field day with some violators. Seems Ezekiel spent the night over at Demetri's, or at the very least was there early enough to make it appear that way to the old Satyr. Cass shrugged as he got up from his spot, finishing his tea and heading over towards Dean. He pulled a nearby towel and placed it on Dean's head, scrunching it a bit to soak some of the liquid. "I slept well, you on the other hand won't be if you keep your hair wet like that in this weather. You'll catch a cold." He said as he gave his sibling a playful but leveled look.

Cassian sat down at the edge of Dean's bed, swinging his feet back and forth as he glanced back out towards the window. "Feels a little selfish at times you know? I get to stay here where it's relatively safe and sleep well with hardly a nightmare while three...or nine in this case, others have to go off and risk their lives for our safety. All while being plagued by dreams of what's to come so they can't even sleep well. Then again...it feels selfish to wish to be one of them too. But I doubt a child of D would get picked for a quest unless it's cultivating fine grapes or something mundane like that." His feet began to sway slower, each moving at opposite times as he turned to look at Dean again.

[User]
Location: Camp Half-Blood - Demeter Cabin
Skills: N/A

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Stella nodded a bit at that at Marygold's words, and felt a bit reassured. Yes, it seemed that it was normal for everyone to have weird dreams before quests, so she didn't have to worry too much about that being a weird omen or something like that. "Thank you Marygold." Her attention turned over to Eve, and she nodded a bit in the answer to the question. "I slept okay, aside from some weird dreams and being woken up by, you called him, Coach Hedge's yelling? Other than that, I'm doing alright." She relaxed a bit until Eva asked her how she felt about her first quest.

"Oh, I'm scared, but I do have a feeling that Miss Niah and Jason will keep a good eye on me, and they both will be able to help me learn on the way. I know that I may have been a bit... impulsive in jumping into agreeing to go on a quest on the same day I arrived. However, I get the feeling that my arrival was yesterday for a reason. That I was suppose to be here to join the quest. I just hope I don't let anyone down." She let the words rather pour out of her lips, letting her emotions be bared to her two older half-sisters.


[System]
Lara Alderliesten

Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right.

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Character Summary
Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name)
Age: 21
Birthday: May 7th 1923
Death Date: November 13th, 1944
Ethnicity: Dutch
Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there.
Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells.
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76
Gender: Female
Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish.

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Appearance
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125
Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation.
Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.)

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Psychology
Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind *Burdened

Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile.
Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix.
Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room.
Hobbies:
Fears:
* Rifles
* Dark Water
* Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive

Likes:
* Pulp fiction Books
* Tea
* Pastries
* Tulips
* Setting her hair
* Slow dance songs

Dislikes:
* Literal Nazi's
* White Chocolate
* Cats
* French Fries
* Acne
* The Sea

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding
* Keen Sense of Law

General Skills: * Medical
* Sewing
* Reading
* How to make a hiding spot
* Code breaking/ puzzle solving
* Baking

Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting
* Shield Use
* Sword fighting
* Archery

Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant
* Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet.

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant.
* Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag
* Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros.
* Faded picture in her wallet.
* Extra dagger just in case
* Tissues
* Some make up
* Extra socks
* Some Pulp Novel she's reading

Possessions In Hotel Room:
* Extra practice spear
* Extra practice sword
* Work out clothing
* Extra shield
* A small worn book
* Old worn passports
* A hide of a wolf she took on a quest
* Extra books

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History

Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation.

During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave.

Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university.

The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over.

Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could.

Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars

Extra Information:
Aesir~~~
Sample Post
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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Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 21 -> The Lobby
Skills: N/A

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 "Hey don't diss the cat, Betty is waaaaaay better, not to mention she is the better of the two, wait no three people technically since she was named after my sister, named Elizabeth. Don't be fooled by her cute fluffyness, she is a lot more dangerous then she appears. Also the whole goat thing if I wanted to I'd probably only bring one goat along, just so that I wouldn't get too tired and the image of Betty riding on a goat charging into battle would be amusing. All this little girl needs is some armor and she'd be ready to go though!" she said to Nadia with a smile as she got into the elevator and they headed down to the lobby where the others were.

 When she stepped out, she smiled slightly at Arnora and giggled slightly before her eyes flickered around at everyone else, and she glanced at Runa given her comment. "Believe it or not, this cat has more questing experience then everyone else here, well aside from Arnora and myself since we went on our own quest a few years back, and of course little Betty here wanted to tag along too, she's not someone to mess with and won't hesitate to stab anyone so you all just watch yourselves." She typically wandered around with the cat, since she sometimes acted almost as another set of eyes and a sixth sense, since cats tended to be able to detect things before humans could.

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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Lobby
Skills: N/A

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 Elizabeth turned her head at Arnora , and just nodded, "I'm ready to headout whenever." She said, stretching a bit, as the group congregated and got prepared to leave. She didn't have much to say on the matters involved, knowing that, anything she might say would probably be met with spite. She wasn't going to try to engage with people if she knew that her advice was likely to be ignored for no other reason than it being her advice. Not now, at least. Hopefully, people would cool down in a bit, and be ready to hear her out when she has something to say.

 Elizabeth gathered there was a cat who shared her namesake, and was apparently not one to fuck with. Nodding at the knowledge, she resolved to keep her distance. She liked pets, but she also liked not being eaten, and the latter greatly outweighed the former. The more the merrier, especially when they were going up against a goddess of death and their undead army. Their chances, best she could tell, weren't amazing, and she still wasn't sure how they would clinch this. She may consult the runes on the way for something in the way of ideas, but that would be once they were closer to their goal.

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@BlueSky44@Natsu@kittyluna45

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Nadia Petrova & Arnora Skadidottir

Location: Hotel Valhalla: Lobby
Skills: N/A

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"You better be nice then, since Betty could easily kick your ass." Arnora said looking over at Elizabeth and laughed slightly as she went over to gently pet Klara's cat remembering the quest that she had gone on with Klara as well as Asha to. She looked over towards Runa and smiled. "Trust me you are going to be in good hands." Arnora said as she went to pick up her pack of supplies and stood up, stretching slightly. "Alright then lets get going." Arnora said as she was about to get ready to head over towards a nearby door, when there was a bright flash of light.

In front of Klara there was what looked like a wrapped box, as Nadia looked at the box for a moment she knelt down to look and see that there was a small tag on it, that said. 'To Betty, From Freya' "Okay I wasnt expecting my aunt Freya to give your cat something Klara." Nadia said looking at Klara for a moment, her aunt from what she knew had a thing for cats, and cats usually led her chariot as well to. "Well lets open it." Nadia said urging Klara to open the package up, whenever Klara opened it there was a set of armor, that looked like it would actually fit Klara's cat.

"Well that is kind of interesting." Arnora said looking at Klara and smiled for a moment, but she wanted to get ready and go onto their quest. "We'll probably go through Midgard first before going our separate ways from there." Arnora said as she opened the door and headed down a fight of stairs, where there was a door that would reveal the massive world tree. Nadia went and started to give everyone else some climbing gear as well.

[Assistant]
Location: Lobby -> World Tree
Skills: Climbing

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Lara took a second look at the cat and then frowned a bit at that. She was suddenly very glad that Klara would be going with Nadia and Runa, instead of with them. Lara had an intense dislike of cats ever since she was a little girl and one had swiped her across the face. Of course, she dare not bring any of that up at the moment, as it seemed that even Freya was blessing the cat with some armor for their quest. It was a little cute, but again, the sooner she was away from the cat, the better.

She followed Arnora and Nadia to the tree and looked up at it in all it's glory. Well, at least the branch of it they were on. They would have to be quick to avoid Ratatosk, and that bark of his. She had heard it once before and even the thought of it sent shivers up and down her spine.

She got into the climbing gear, tied up her ropes and started the climb down the tree, her hands and feet making sure to find purchase somewhere before she would move the next. Each move was carefully made, as the last thing she wanted was to fall into the wrong world.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes.

Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him.

Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up.

Specialty: Fast, i
ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing.

Semblance:
 Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility.

Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance.

The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used.

Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him.

Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude.

Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments.

Color: Midnight Blue

Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.

[User]
Bing bong, bing bong, Combat was over. Mokuren smiled at Skyra, and then fled with great haste from the hall, the conversation deviating to a point she really would rather keep buried in a pitch ditch, and occasionally stab with a pitchfork of fire and Noble Man-Eater Bugs. Fleeing was a much better open, one she did with great gusto, not really paying attention to what class was next, until she had arrived, taken a seat, and opened a text book. She then read the first page, and got a few questions.

Mokuren stared at the page for quite some time, and then casually drew Sarasagi and started hacking the book into paper-y chunks with the sharp end.
"Die foul spawn of all that is evil!"

[Assistant]
Lauren Negasi

Lauren had dropped out of the argument after Gratia's eye-poppingly hateful [and soon-to-be-viral, thanks to handy Scrollwork on the boxer's part] rant at her teammate had taken BASL and Luke by storm. Now she was sitting quietly between Ben and Amy, trying not to nod off as the chatter around her faded into a dull buzz. For all she knew, it was 4 in the morning, she was zoning so hard. Only a tap on the shoulder kept her from closing her eyes and resting her chin on her chest in peace.

When she opened them, Ben had placed a couple sheets of paper and a pencil atop her desk. About to turn and insist defensively that she didn't need the prompting to jot down dumb formulas, she caught sight of Schwarz, who nodded understandingly at Shiro. That made much more sense.

Tearing off a sheet of her own paper, she pushed the note taking supplies with the tips of her fingers down to Shiro with a grin.

[User]
Luke Schwarz--Math

Satisfied that the apparent pariah of a faunus was duly taken care of, he turned back to Jack, who in a very Jack-ish manner had plopped into the seat on the other side of him without his notice. This, unfortunately, diverted his attention away from Napoli, the fencer's comment falling on deaf ears as a victim of nothing more than circumstance.

"Oh, hey. Not really, but I've heard some horror stories. Was more about everyone leaping down eachother's throats just now. Bad vibes, y'know?"

Flipping his pencil idly around his thumb, he waited for class to start proper.

"If anything, Math's probably the only thing I'm close to good at. Certainly better than fighting." he said, with a slightly embarrassed smile. "So I'm hoping this ends up being one of the few I can hold my own in."

Not aiming for the top, by any means. That was begging to crash and burn into a disappointed heap.

...But I should at least do better than destroying my textbook.

Try as he might, he still had real trouble getting Mokuren. The fox faunus was not only an enigma, at times she almost seemed to be actively trying to confuse those around her.

Only time, he supposed, would tell him her secrets.

"Hey, uh, Mokuren?" he called over to the fox faunus in a decidedly diplomatic tone "That's not evil Grimm Runes or anything. It's just a math textbook."

It can't hurt you.

Physically, anyway.

[Assistant]
Cian Kuze

Math class was something she was ok with while not the best she did decent enough all things considered. Plus one thing that remains for certain was it would be a haven for her now after the combat class went the way it did. She was never one to hate someone but at times Professor Goodwich really came close a good strategist knows when they been beaten. For Oum's sake it was practically a given she would lose with her own style of fighting compared to Gratia's and her semblance. Shaking her thoughts she decided to focus back on her math something to distract her mind with rather than the obviously unbending even though wrong judgment of Goodwich. Letting her mind fall back and try to figure out the numbers she let out a quiet sigh and muttered under the breath "one of the best or not she obviously has no idea on how stupid it would be to continue a figt that one would lose anyway."

[User]
Sapphire Rode - Math Class
Sapphire smiled at Oswald's comment before Ben tried to get her attention with his middle finger. Nothing that he said really bothered her all that much. As he spoke she gave him a silent and scathing look before returning to her books. In fact that only thing that had really annoyed her about his rant was the fact that he'd called her 'Gemstone'. Saph she didn't exactly like but didn't mind, Saphy she could barely tolerate, Blue she could easily ignore but Gemstone? That was just insulting.

Ignoring that and what Napoli said about sticking his fight out the the end, (there had barely been a fight, he'd just stood there and won cause of a misplaced swing and some bad aura levels, it hadn't lasted longer than two minutes) Sapphire pulled out a sheet of loose leaf paper and began to sketch. She'd had a rough idea for this over the weekend but flushing out exactly how it was supposed to work took time and a fair amount of loose sheets of paper.

The device she was trying to create was meant to be worn on the hands and feet. When it was on it would emit a tripolymer that would form around any object no matter the shape. The central area of the polymer would then recede creating a vacuum between the device and the surface it was touching. The practical upshot of which was that it would allow anyone to stick to any surface at a seconds notice and detach again as needed. Because it was a vacuum that kept the device in place it could handle almost any weight. It was meant to aid Sapphire in her acrobatic maneuvers and give her more options in battle on any kind of terrain. Now that she thought about it the device might also be able to act as climbing gear. She'd look into it further when she got a prototype made.

As Sapphire was going through this in her head Mokuren started to hack up her book. Sapphire wasn't exactly sure what was up with that girl. Not that they'd have much contact but from the little she'd seen of the fox faunus in classes it seemed that either she was mentally handicapped, had some form of brain damage, or just wanted everyone to think that she did. Every time Sapphire saw Mokuren do something strange she wasn't exactly sure which of the three it was. Surely someone with psychological damage wouldn't be admitted to Beacon. Maybe it had happened since she'd been accepted. Perhaps she'd gotten her head knocked around during the first mission last Friday. Who could say for sure.

Sapphire looked up from her drawing and turned to face Mokuren. "You know you have to pay to replace those and textbooks cost like 7000 Lien."

[Assistant]
Robert Fallson - Math Class

His offer to help having gone unnoticed, Robert shrugged and returned to his seat to stare at the paper in front of him. "Wha- What is this? Are those... letters?! Why are there letters? I thought this was Math? Make up your mind, is this Math or English? Ugh, this is horrible," the defeatist said as he slumped in his chair. "No. No, this is no time to give up. I will get through this. I shall prevail over this obstacle! I shall-" Our hero never got to finish that sentence though as the dogfight going on above took its first casualty. Emerald's paper airplane, having been knocked out of the sky by Ebon's, was now on a crash course straight toward Robert's face. "OWW! Why me?!" he shouted as the tip of the plane hit his right eye head-on, just narrowly avoiding his glasses which rested above his nostrils.

The red-haired teen, his eye now watering from the earlier impact, looked back down to the problem at hand. He was pretty sure that he had seen problems like this before, despite his earlier complaints, but he just couldn't find anything useful in his eighteen year old mind. "Can't I just go back to bed? At least there'd be a whole lot less danger of getting injured. And I still have Practice today! What's-her-name is probably going to rip into me yet again for something that is, I admit, something I deserve to be yelled at for." Robert let out a sigh. "I'll just do what I know and be done. You can't fault me for trying," he said as he began to work on the page in front of him.

[User]
Jack Orpheus | Math Class

If anyone turned back to Jack you would distinctly see him falling asleep after finishing this day's material at record speed... Given he got a bunch wrong, but they were all simple mistakes and he wasn't really into it. He wanted Math to pass by as soon as possible, and sleeping was one of the most effective ways to do this. Hopefully. He didn't really care about the snarky comments all around him, they were background noise to him. He just didn't want to be in math.

"Luuuke, wake me up when this class is over", he entrusted this task to Luke, before falling asleep completely.

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- Alarm Clock

Sending Cian a brief wave, he frowned as he looked back down at his leader.

It wasn't like he didn't get the sentiment. Far from it, actually. Junior year he'd dozed off dozens of times, and had recieved the sharp reprimands for each with little more than the token grumble.

But.

His grades had also suffered, and he'd even had to stay late once for remedial sessions. That, he knew would be far more tortuous for Jack than anything the actual class itself could be. His next actions weren't out of any misplaced sense of justice, and certainly not in the interests of being some teacher's pet. Instead, he simply wanted to look out for his fellow man. He knew full well how high Beacon's standards were... Genius or otherwise, sleeping was asking for trouble.

"Come on, man." he pleaded, shaking his leader by the shoulder, albeit not in an overbearingly rough manner. "Try and stick this one out."

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Jack Orpheus | Math Class

Try as Luke might, Jack was fairly obstinate in sleeping this one out. It didn't help that combat class was actually a fair bit taxing this time around. He had to go pretty much all out. Jack simply groaned in response until he fell asleep completely... Before Luke managed to actually wake him to which he responded,

"Is it over...? No...?", he sat up and looked around, and not a thing had changed, so he slumped back down again. Jack's grades managed to stay within the class average for Math, but that was since he never reviewed the material, looked over it once and that was it. He made loads of silly mistakes which was why he never excelled in math, but he showed he was capable.


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Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: Juze is fascinated by the stars, and even more so by the prospect of life beyond Earth. Once the Saiyans arrive, he will be ecstatic rather than worried, at least at first. He also learned the Falcon style primarily to protect himself. It was only at his master's insistence that he may end up fighting other superhuman martial artists--some who may be less than savory--that he regrettably decided to learn its more powerful (and dangerous) techniques. He tends to be obsessively neat and organized, and, while outgoing, tends to be careful, not liking to take risks.

Still, just because he doesn't like to take risks doesn't mean that he won't do so when necessary, and he's been known to help others in danger whenever he can. He's also notable for not keeping his martial arts as much of a secret as he probably should, as he uses them in his everyday life, be it flying to class when he's running late or making a nice campfire with his flame powers. If his master chose not to on the day he was almost kidnapped, why should he?

Juze can sometimes be a little prissy as well, due to his rich upbringing. His training with Master Wu largely conditioned this out of him, compared to his earlier days, and he tends to keep his discomfort to himself, but he's definitely not used to the horrors of battle. While Master Wu warned him about conflicts with other ki users, it certainly hasn't happened yet.

History: Juze was born into a family of prominent astronomers, and as a result, Juze grew up surrounded by scientific knowledge. Scientifically-literate at an earlier age than most, he often dreamed of the stars as a child. And he could afford to do so, as rich as his family was through his father's groundbreaking research.

It was a near-tragedy, however, that completely changed his trajectory in life. When he was 14, on the way home from a party late at night, a gang of kidnappers shoved him into a car at gunpoint, shoved a bag over his head, and drove off with him inside. Almost as soon as the car had taken off, however, it was stopped dead in its tracks, even as the tires squealed in protest to the driver still trying to floor the accelerator. Juze didn't know what was happening, but the kidnappers around him started screaming in panic and metal could be heard tearing. Gunshots were fired, the sounds of fighting were heard, and before he knew it, the bag was ripped off of his head.

A serious-faced old man was staring back at him, and the car around him was an absolute mess. The engine in front was smoking, the doors had been ripped clean off, and the kidnappers around him were either groaning in pain from their shattered bones or out cold.

From there, the expected happened. He was escorted back home, the police got involved, a news crew showed up at his house, and the old man was seen as a citywide hero for saving a child.

But Juze, after his shock faded, wanted something more from his savior. He wanted to learn how to do what the old man did that night, so that it could never happen again. The old man, who introduced himself as Master Wu Lin, agreed to teach him as a normal student at his dojo, though it was quite a trip to get there, being several miles outside of town, in the nearby mountains. His parents agreed that Master Wu would tutor Juze every summer between school years, and the training became a harsh, if regular, ritual of his life.

Every year, he would be driven up the mountain road to Wu's dojo, and he would tolerate the rustic conditions (he was a rich city kid, after all), while he learned the way of ki-infused martial arts. The stuff he learned was nothing short of fascinating. He learned to fly, lift trees and boulders over his head, sense the energy of nearby individuals, and learned Master Wu's specific style of martial arts: the Falcon school, a martial arts school that focused on harnessing one's own ki to release elemental-infused attacks. There were many directions a Falcon student could go into once they completed the general training, as the school opened up access to the Five Elements, or godai: Fire, Earth, Wind, Water, and Void.

Now in college, Juze continues his training, but has much more to learn. But he would have never imagined that beings from the stars he cherished so much as a child would visit Earth during his lifetime, and wouldn't have dreamed he would need to punch them in the face!

Techniques
--> Earth Shell: By using his ki to grab onto the dirt, stone, or metal round him, Juze can manipulate earth from the nearby ground into super-dense stone or metallic body armor capable of absorbing ki attacks by infusing the earth with his own energy. If he puts it on a striking surface such as his hands or feet, strikes do significantly more damage. Of course, the durability of the armor is limited by his own strength: Attacks from stronger beings will compromise its integrity, and it may even break it outright if they truly outclass him.
--> Flame Sphere: Juze can release a sphere of plasma-like ki-infused flame from his hand, which he can shoot at an opponent and detonate in a large explosion, or choose not to detonate it and strike the opponent with the mass of flame, setting them alight. Juze does not like to use this technique because of how dangerous it can be if mishandled. While Juze can put out the flame and end the technique if someone or something is caught in the crossfire, it's still risky.
--> Water Barrage: Juze can coalesce ambient water molecules into droplets (or generate water from his ki, though this takes significantly more energy to do), infuse them with his ki, and shoot it at the opponent in a barrage of ki projectiles.
--> Wind Rush: By harnessing the air around him (or even generating it from his ki, though this is taxing and rarely necessary), Juze can dramatically enhance his speed, soaring towards an enemy and usually unleashing a barrage of blows.

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En Route to the Archipelago
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As as he flew, Negi occasionally glanced behind him, noting the handful of people who had chosen to follow him. So he at least managed to gain a few allies. It was no army, not by a long shot, but it would have to be enough. One of which had blue skin of all things, indicating a similarly extraterrestrial origin. Something to worry about later, for now there were other more pressing matters. Negi didn't exactly offer much in the way of conversation. His time on this planet had turned him into a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for themselves. Still, these people needed at least a basic understanding of who they were up against.

"The Saiyans were a warrior race, born and bred for battle and conquest. They're infamous through out the galaxy for their fighting instinct and strength that only grows with each battle they survive. Those green monstrosities were Saibamen, a technology the Saiyans co-opted for themselves and started using as grunts and disposable training opponents." really there was a lot more that could be explained, but for the time being Negi focused on the most important parts, "When you fight the Saiyans, target their Tails and Scouters. Their tails are sensitive and squeezing it can render even a ferocious Saiyan warrior completely unable to move. The Scouters they wear on their face lets them track your energy and communicate over long distances. Destroy them and they will be forced to fight blind and be unable to call for help to boot." Of course, these tips applied to Negi himself as well, and part of him didn't feel right about giving strangers the exact strategy that could be used against him. But if these people were going to be his allies, then they needed to be well-informed lest they bumble into their own demise.

But then, Negi stopped without warning. His own Scouter fired up and without warning he heard a voice going off on him with threats and taunts. As if that weren't enough, he spotted a figure in the distance flying right toward them. When they were close enough, he spotted the Scouter and armor that let him identify her as a fellow Saiyan. But her Scouter looked damaged, and the message he received was further away, coming from the group's destination. So this Saiyan was not the same person. Negi made a gesture to his would-be allies to hold a moment, wishing to confront this Saiyan on his own for now. Negi floated a little bit closer to the Saiyan woman, reaching up to turn his Scouter back on and broadcast back to the one who had threatened him. He wanted them both to hear what he had to say.

"How old are you?" he asked the voice on the other end of his Scouter, "10? 12? It's obvious you weren't there that day. I'm guessing everything you know about our Planet is second-hand, isn't it? And as for you..." his gaze went to Tabaga and suddenly he was addressing both of the Saiyans, "I'm going to ask this one question of you both. What path do you intend to follow? The Warrior, who fights in earnest? Or the Soldier, who fights in order to blindly follow orders? Think about that question, and think about it long and hard. I won't fight you yet, because I'm not your enemy and I don't think you really believe that either. My brother is my only true enemy, and if he ends up being the only Saiyan I have to fight against then I would consider that a good day."

Meanwhile, back at the Archipelago, Korun found himself in agreement with the pipsqueak for a change. "Now there's an idea. We transform and reduce this entire pathetic mudball to rubble. Kill 'em all nice and thorough so we turn this place into home without having to deal with any annoying resistances." of course, Korun was taking the idea quite a few steps further than what Po suggested. As for the Commander, his usual cool stoicism cracked ever-so-slightly as they shot his two companions an uncharacteristically angry glare.

"No." Jagen said, his commanding tone a bit uncharacteristically hotblooded before it cooled back down again, "We do this as warriors. As Saiyans."

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Archapeligo

Tah constantly pulled faces as Negi spoke. "Get a load of this guy?" He giggles as he pretended to listen. "OoH lOoK At mE!" He jeered at the other 2. "I'm tHe GoOd gUy." He reached over the back of his head and pulled his nose. "I dOn't wANt tO FiGhT aNyOnE!" He then turned on the mic "IF YOU DONT WANT TO FIGHT, THEN WHAT THE HELL KIND OF SAIYAN ARE YOU!?!?!?" He screamed down the mic. He then fell over laughing.

"Well, actually, I... I'd rather not fight him." Po said.

"Agreed." Toh finally piped in.

"Well tough, because King Okura told us to take his head and I plan to deliver it still fresh!" He kipped up to his feet.

"You know, you sound an awful lot like Es when you say stuff like that."

"Screw that guy!" He sighed. He then noticed that the mic was still on. "AWW DAMN!!!" He groaned before turning it off. He then immediately stopped laughing as Korun suggested levelling the planet. "HEY!!! WE CANT DO THAT!!!" He cried. "They've got this AMAZING stuff called Ramen that is, like, the BEST stuff ever, we gotta bring someone that can make it back to Okura, he's gonna give us such a-" he then saw the look of death on Jagens face. "Shutting up..." he whispered. He then heard the news that they were fighting him as warriors. "AWWW YEAH!" he pumped his fists "We are gonna get songs sang about us! Boys, we're gonna be LEGENDS!" He then erupted in a burst of white aura. "Take us in, boss!" He saluted to Jagen.

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Bururi

He stopped where he was was listening to what the man had to say, He only heard of second hand accounts of the sayians but mostly form the bar patrons at his mother's bar. "So these sayians are the cause of these saibamen coming to earth and destroying cities?" He asked Negi feeling his blood boiling form the reckless abandonment of human lives. Listening to the tips he was being given he knew what he should mainly target, But these sayians would be more powerful then the saibamen they had fought before. He was not sure he would be skilled enough to deal with these sayians.

Turning to face the sayian Negi with and getting into a fighting stance having noticed the figure's tail and scooter, He waited until the right time to strike. But for the most part he was going to let Negi do the talking and was waiting to be given a signal to start fighting. Again he was scared that he was going to die fighting these sayian.

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"I'm going to ask this one question of you both. What path do you intend to follow? The Warrior, who fights in earnest? Or the Soldier, who fights in order to blindly follow orders? Think about that question, and think about it long and hard. I won't fight you yet, because I'm not your enemy and I don't think you really believe that either. My brother is my only true enemy, and if he ends up being the only Saiyan I have to fight against then I would consider that a good day."

Tabaga stared at Prince Negi with an unreadable expression on her face for a few moments before finally speaking up. "I won't lie. This isn't how I expected this day to go when I woke up a few hours ago." She said quietly. "I'll help you fight them but I don't want to see innocents caught in the war-zone."

She floated closer to Prince Negi and bowed her head towards him. "My name is Tabaga. I don't know that much about this planet to be honest. I just woke up a few hours ago after my attack ball crashed. But what I do know is that our people either have to change or die. There's just not enough of us left to carry on the way we used to."

She extended her hands towards the prince. "If you'll have me. I'll help you protect this world."

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The flight was mostly uneventful for Juze--until someone started shouting into Negi's earpiece. The sound of the wind muffled the speech significantly, but he could still make out enough to get the picture.

"God, I can hear him from here. I didn't expect our enemies to be so loud and obnoxious," Juze piped up. Then he heard what Negi said in response. "Wait, Negi, did you just say the guy on the other end is [i]10?[/1] Does this faction we're fighting use child soldiers or do you just mature very fast?"

When Tabaga arrived, he passively observed. This was Negi's business, not his, though a new ally would be welcome. Normally he'd be over the moon at meeting two sapient aliens in one day, but after the incident with the Saibamen, he wasn't in the mood. Nearly getting your town razed will do that.


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HAIR COLOR: N/A
EYE COLOR: N/A
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: No physical form, bad puns.
SCARS AND BIRTHMARKS: N/A

WHO ARE THEIR FRIENDS AND FAMILY? WHAT SORT OF PEOPLE DO THEY SURROUND THEMSELVES WITH?
Nyte has no family, but enjoys having many friends with people of all kinds. She prefers surrounding herself with kind and loving people, and those who enjoy the beauty of the world just as much as she does.

WHERE WERE THEY BORN? WHERE HAVE THEY LIVED SINCE THEN? WHERE IS HOME?
Nyte formed in the lands of Patriam, a colossal desert littered with iron pillars that originate deep below the surface. She considers no one place home, exploring and discovering new things with every passing day. New landscapes, new people, new knowledge. At the moment, though, she's staying in an unnamed forest outside of Occurro, a city of walking buildings and swirling rivers.

WHERE DO THEY GO WHEN THEY'RE ANGRY?
Nyte spends time away from her metals to avoid people and escape into nature. Anywhere with a beautiful view, even of the sky, will help her calm and relax.

WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST FEAR? WHO HAVE THEY TOLD ABOUT IT? WHO WOULD THEY NEVER TELL?
Nyte's biggest fear is attachment in all forms, whether literal or to locations and people emotionally. She has told and will tell nobody, unless she has already given in.

DO THEY HAVE A SECRET?
Nyte has many secrets.

WHAT MAKES THEM LAUGH OUT LOUD?
A good joke, a bad joke, a funny face, impersonations, animals, trees, her own imagination, et cetera...

HAVE THEY EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
Yes.

DESCRIBE THE THINGS THAT WOULD BE HARD FOR THEM TO PART WITH.
Nothing is permanent in Nyte's world, and she has little difficulty parting with most things in her life. Trusted friends are extremely hard for her to part with, however.

LOOK DOWN AT THEIR FEET. DESCRIBE WHAT YOU SEE.
What feet? Do you mean these iron boots? They are quite shiny.

WHEN THEY THINK OF THEIR CHILDHOOD KITCHEN, WHAT SMELL DO THEY ASSOCIATE WITH IT? WHY DOES IT RESONATE?
Though not needing food herself, Nyte has worked in many kitchens during her earlier life, and the smell of warm dumplings and soup often comes to her mind first. It always reminds her of the children who ate it.

DESCRIBE ONE STRONG MEMORY THAT HAS STUCK WITH THEM FROM CHILDHOOD.
Her first time outside of Patriam, when Nyte discovered the color green. The green in the sky, the green in the trees, the green beneath her feet and the green all around her. It remains to this day her favorite color.

WHAT DO THEY WANT MOST OF ALL?
To learn everything that she can, to explore every nook and cranny in the world so that when she has finally succeeded, she may turn around and go back again to see all that has changed.

RIGHT NOW, IN THE FIRST MOMENT OF OUR STORY, WHAT IS THEIR BIGGEST PROBLEM?
Nyte's current set of armor is old and rusted, making it difficult to properly maneuver and looking less and less presentable as time goes on. Spending most of her time in misty forests probably isn't helping. She'd like a new set, or at least a nice shiny pair of gauntlets so she can open doors and hug people!

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Nyte tried to nod, immediately forgetting that she can no longer move in her rusted state. Instead, she gave a brief answer. "Yes, I realize what I am. I cannot change that, I'm afraid..." She sighed gently, listening to the fairy before watching him dart off into the bushes after a second loud crashing noise shook her and nearly sent her falling. "My, yes, I'd definitely help stop whatever is making that racket."

Nyte flexed her metal joints as they slowly cleaned, and she sighed happily. "Thank you, friend. I will go put a stop to the destruction!" She said with renewed vigor, pulling her sword from the ground and sheathing it before posing triumphantly. "Oh, and, uh, feel free to rust any other knights who try to destroy these beautiful sights and sounds."

She coughed loudly into her fist, backing away awkwardly from the fairy before turning and running towards the disturbance. Her boot caught on a root and she stumbled, but persevered and finally arrived to stare bewildered at the clumsy house ahead of her. "Oh no, it must be malfunctioning..." she mumbled, hands on her hips, then looked to the path of destruction it had left in its wake. She sighed sadly, looking back up in time to see the two vagrants stumble onto the porch of the uncoordinated house.

"Not to fear, humble, um, wanderers!" She shouted to the pair, waving her arms and still not noticing that her left boot has vanished, "I can stop this poor thing and set it down! Just, um, hold on!"

She ran beneath the lumbering house as it staggered along, abandoning her armor once she had gotten directly beneath it. She darted invisibly to the whirring metal legs and held on, spreading herself over the dozen contraptions and forcing it to carefully slow to a stop, immediately noticing the lack of strength in the metal. Whoever had built the legs had not planned the weight correctly, and momentum caused it to stumble around clumsily.

She lowered herself carefully, legs bending inwards with loud creaks and groans as they gave way to the weight of the building. It finally slammed inelegantly to the ground, inches away from her old set of armor. She left the bent and crushed legs of the house behind and reinhabited her old set, stretching her much smaller form before jogging to the pair on the porch.

"That was rather easy!" She exclaimed, giving a thumbs up, "Was there anyone inside?"

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A voice shouted dimly over the cacophony of slamming and banging and whirring and smashing, and Sunny opened her eyes wide and leaned over the banister to see the forest-guardian standing, one-legged, waving her arms in the face of destruction. "We're holding on!" she called -- there wasn't much else she could do but hold on -- but she yelped and shouted concern when she saw the forest-guardian run straight under the house, into the chaos of deadly spidery legs.

Sunny stared at the last place she'd seen the forest-guardian, her eyes wide in horror, certain that any moment she would hear the telltale crunch of armor being compacted by the house's merciless legs. The forest-guardian hadn't even been able to move earlier without the assistance of a sword -- how was she going to stop a runaway house?!

And then, the creak and whirr of the house began to slow. Gradually, the tilting stopped, the floor steadied itself, and -- while Sunny breathed raggedly and watched in awe -- the house came to a complete stop.

For a moment there was beautiful silence. A breeze hushed through the trees; a bird warbled. Sunny could hear herself think again, and she loosened her grip on Laphi to check if he was all right -- then yelped when the house suddenly dropped a few inches. She tightened her grip to the sound of creaks, snaps and metallic groans lowered the house in a series of dips and drops -- until a sudden, ferocious thunder of twisted broken metal left the house to the mercy of gravity.

"aaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

Sunny was sure she was dead -- but she carefully opened one eye to check. She was curled tightly against the railing, still holding Laphi in a vice-grip, but she was definitely alive and the house was mostly on the ground.

Dumbstruck in awe, Sunny carefully draped Laphi over her back and took a jump down to the grass below, hopping the twisted stump of a spider-leg on her way down. She stared up at the forest-guardian's thumbs-up with a slackened jaw.

"That ... was ..." she hadn't quite gathered her wits after that ordeal. "AMAZING!" A wide grin broke on her face. "How did you do that? You just ran under there and I thought you were a goner but you just destroyed that thing and got us down safe and I couldn't see what you did but it was brilliant and -- you're missing a leg." She blinked uncertainly down at the empty space where the guardian's leg had been.

"H-hello?" A feeble voice called from above; a rickety old man had shuffled to the edge of the porch of the house and stood woozily with a bony hand gripping the banister.

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Nyte looked down to her missing leg. "So I am, wanderer, so I am..." After a moment of deliberation, she pulled off her left arm at the shoulder. "There we are. Now I'm all right."

She snickered and looked to the old man that had just entered the scene. She jammed her arm back into place and walked closer, as if her left boot were still in place. "Excuse me, um, sir! It would appear your home has ventured far from the village. Was it out of control? The legs were too weak, unfortunately!"

She leaned over to Sunny and whispered loudly to her. "I bet he's some kind of mad scientist." She nodded at the vagrant, then straightened, remembering the point of this... quest...?

"Oh yes, sir! Um! Would you mind trading your set of armor with mine? And, uh, contacting Occurro for repairs, or, uh, something?"

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The forest-guardian's arm simply popped off, and Sunny's jaw dropped. "WAAA?! No way!" While Nyte spoke with the old man on the porch, Sunny (with Laphi still balanced, slumped, against her shoulders) rushed over to peer into the armor's arm-socket. "You're empty!' she gasped. Sunny banged her knuckles on the hollow armor, mystified.

The old man, meanwhile, didn't react at all to Nyte's state of dismemberment -- in fact, it was doubtful he could see any more than the blurry shapes of his visitors.

"Heh? My armor? This hunk o' junk?" the old man called feebly. "Are you the ones who stopped my house?"

"Definitely a mad scientist," Sunny agreed confidentially with Nyte.

"I've been tossed and tumbled for four days," the man continued. "I just want off this crazy ride. It's not worth it. I don't care what my son says, I don't care what anyone says, I don't need any fancy tosser of a house. I like my feet on the ground. Can you git me down? Help me down offer this thing, you kin have the whole mess. I'm jess gonna walk home, I'd like ter walk home. My son made this thing and he gave it to me and he says it's some wonderful thing that'll make my life easy, never gotta leave my house, well guess what I'm leavin' and I'm not goin' back in that crazy thing, not if ya paid me, kin ya help me down and I'll gift ya the armor and the full pantry and the whole dang demon-house --"

"Did you say there's food in there?" Sunny piped suddenly, after having tuned out most of what the old man had just said. With renewed interest she rushed over to Nyte. "'Scuse me, forest-guardian? Would you mind holding onto Laphi for a minute?" She hefted Laphicet up for Nyte to take care of him while Sunny rushed and scrambled to assist the old man to the ground.

"If yer hungry," the old man went on while he leaned on Sunny, "there's salted fish and a couple rabbits in the bottom cupboard, and two new loaves of bread, and stacks of potatoes, carrots, plenty of beans -- have at it, you people as much saved my life, I never want to see this thing again, it'll be too soon if I never do..."

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"W-well, I'm n-not sure what I did to offend you, wanderer, for you to insult me like that..." She muttered sadly (and very sarcastically), fixing her arm back into place. "I can be a bit hollow-headed at times, I suppose..."

She looked back up to the old man, and gave him a nod to confirm. "These vagrants helped greatly, sir! I believe their names were... um... Sunny and Laphi?" She looked down at the pair questioningly, towering over them in her height, then glanced back to the old man. "Thank you sir!! I'd love a new set of armor, this set is slightly shorter than I'm used to!"

She looked back to Sunny after her outburst about food, and hoped that her helmet did a good job of showing just how incredulous her expression would be. "H-hold on?"

Nyte nodded hesitantly, taking the pale child from the vagrant and holding him carefully but naturally. She muttered something to herself and pulled the sleeping boy a bit closer to her chest, treating him like a precious vase. The knight sighed and looked down at the boy, ignoring her surroundings for a few moments to merely watch his cat ears flick gently in his sleep.

"There's a joke about cats and napping I can make here..." She mumbled, looking down at the peaceful child. "But it would probably ruin the moment..."

Shaking her head, Nyte carried Laphicet close to the porch and looked up at the new set of armor, shining in the light of the newly risen sun. The sounds of the forest were reserved, only an occasional rush of wind making the twisted trees shake, and the silence was nearly deafening after the terribly loud stumbling of the man's house.