[System]
The Mundane
Age: 17.

Sanctum City: Hasta, Venus

Description: Selma stands out without really trying. As one of the most statuesque young women you could ever meet, her tall and robust frame likens her more to a tree walking around than a teenage girl, but her goofball demeanor quickly undercuts any potential intimidation that stature may induce. Her speech patterns are more "coarse" than "rough", and a genuine frown is hard to find on her gentle features. More often it's simply the terse, grunted scowl of hard work than true displeasure. Her straight shoulder-length hair and eyes are both the color of the pines of her ancestral home, and her casual attire consists of a seemingly endless supply of loose work shirts in dark colors and long jeans. Her most prized accessories are the small, unassuming black ribbon perched in the back of her hair, and the silver pendant upon her neck.

Personality: Selma Rosmarie is first and foremost a throwback. A traditionalist raised by traditionalists, her pointedly rustic upbringing produced a girl all but convinced she'd be most at home in the thick forests and surrounded by nature rather your usual cityscapes. The family business of contributing to Hasta's agriculture is, unfortunately, as close as the towering young woman could hope to get. Her appreciation for a hard day's work, an honest character, and deep respect for innocent life permeate her to the core, plainly expressing themselves in (almost) faultless integrity, unassuming candor, and drive to protect people from any foes, be they from without or from within. While not well-read, and at times admittedly simple, she also carries with her a folksy wisdom that can only be cultivated by long days tilling what little fields mankind has left, alone with one's mind and the greenery. While technological integration is impossible to escape, she's definitely below par when it comes to utilizing it.

Her honesty is the source of her unshakable self-assurance, completely willing to speak her mind and open about all that she is. Hers is the uncomplicated pride of refusing to lie to herself, or anyone else. She likes what she likes, talks as she talks, and thinks what she thinks. You have to be strong and resilient, sure, but you also have to be true to your heart. Simple pleasures like dancing to a pleasant tune, making a friend laugh, and the rush of fighting for the good of the world are food for the soul. They deserve to be shared with any who'll have them.

Background: Selma was born at the outskirts of Hasta, to a humble family of farmers that emigrated during the First Void from the heavily wooded mountains of the Black Forest. Devastated by the loss of their ancestral home, the Rosmarie clan clung covetously, perhaps even desperately to every tradition they had— while they could no longer exactly be people of the countryside, they could remember it as dearly as possible. They dove into the role of agriculture as a means of both living off the land humanity had left, and recapturing what they could of their lives deep within the woodlands of what was once southern Germany. They did everything they feasibly could by hand, passed on old stories left behind in a single book of fairy tales, and spoke reverently of the old country, accounts from the past known by heart to each member. It was not easy to transmute a family from a forest of wood to the outskirts of one built from concrete, but they were mountain folk: hardy, rugged, and resilient enough to weather it.

In this environment, Selma was introduced very early to work on the fields, picking root vegetables come time for harvest, sorting them by hand, and resting beneath the shade of the family oak, planted and nurtured as an acorn by the first generation of Rosmaries to find safety behind the Sanctum. Her respect for these traditions is healthy and unwavering, even in the face of the confusion of her more normal peers and friends. Over the years, the family had become just about comfortably middle-class again by a combination of frugal living and a few exceptionally good harvests after a begrudging "modernization" of their equipment. This coincided with Selma's first purchase of a phone, and perhaps more importantly her discovery of magical aptitude. Within this hardworking young woman was the potential to become one of the Ars Magi.

Her family could afford to let her take this to Nova Lux Academy now. She could go out and fight for what they had lost. Their land. Their home. The ground where they were meant to live and die. They gave her their well-wishes and unconditional support. This was bigger than them all. The big girl barely hesitated.

The Magical
Armgaus Name: Verdant Moss Emerald

Gladius: A heavy, robust axe, cheekily named 'Kleinbruder'. Its weighty head is bearded, and equally suitable for chopping down trees and Voids alike, whilst its sturdy wooden handle is curved to maximize force delivery in either one or two-handed grips. Etched into the sides of the head are fullers that form a runic pattern.

Parma: Very much the same unmistakable Douglas Fir of a girl. When transformed, Selma's mistletoe eyes gain a faint, arcane luminescence, and her hair grows a truly vibrant green. As for her attire, it hearkens to an idea of almost barbarism, tanned leathers and steel replacing the usual loose work shirts.

Elementum: Earth

Elementum Abilities: Ripper of soil, breaker of stone, maiden of mountains. The first thing about Selma is that she is strong, large frame and a lifetime of labor bolstered by the very earth she strikes. As indomitable and everlasting as the Black Forest range her family hails from, the girl's force of will and connection to the earth manifest as seismic tremors, effectively the ability to create crevasses, violent upheavals, and even the odd localized earthquake on contact. Her bones are hard, her skin tough, and her spirit endless, she's about as easy to knock down as the Alps even when not transformed. A lifetime of feeling soil beneath her feet has given her a good sense for how it vibrates, allowing her to pick up on most land movements larger than those of a vole. Seems to have some form of kinship with all but the most violent beasts of the wild. That, or errant birds genuinely do mistake her for a tree.

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"Cayman Sow..." Chie repeated inside her thoughts. An odd name to her, something unlike anything else she's heard before. She repeated it a few times in the safety of her own mind as her new partner guided the two of them through the initial steps of the dance. Chie was stiffer than when she'd danced with Selma, and this officer-to-be didn't take long to catch onto that. He commented on Chie's nerves, tried reassuring her. Didn't really help, in the end. Chie's clumsy dancing was but one of many factors leading to her continued discomfort.

"Is this the first time you've been to a ball, Chie?" the boy asked of her.

"Mhm... yeah," she gave as a short but clear reply. The boy went on about how most of the Ars Magi aren't used to this, prompting Chie to look up at him and tilt her head a bit. "Is that... so?" she asked. "I'm from Calcaria... I never went to something like this, there. My team all seemed familiar with it, though... so I thought I was just an exception," she explained, opening up a bit to her dance partner.

Chie briefly pondered her last statement, then opened her mouth again to ask something herself. "And you officers? Are you split into teams like us Magi?" she asked of him. "I don't know much of the officer school. Could you tell me a bit about it?"

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Crystal glanced in the direction Castra had gone before slumping her shoulders just barely enough to be noticeable. "Thank you, Liam. I appreciate it. If you wish to dance, however, it would be wrong of me to refuse." She took a moment to look the boy over before continuing, regardless of whether the two began to dance or not. "Though if I may offer some advice to the one who saved me from losing my mind in public... Take those lessons." Crystal smiled softly, the first time since she got to the ball. There's practical reasons, but I assume a boy would more care about the way dancing has been made into a courting process. It's silly, but not everyone will find skipping out on the formality endearing." Her smile turned to a frown. "Apologies. I didn't intend to be as condescending as I sounded." She continued without waiting for a response, finding herself rambling now, likely to her future detriment. "I've been forbidden from using my usual coping mechanism for stress, and have more than I should for a self-imposed reason. Then there's the heat from sticking so many people in one location, the speech that went on and yet nowhere, the need to keep up appearances... Though it's selfish of me to be under such duress when everyone is experiencing those things all the same."

The quiet girl was talking more than she normally would as a way to keep her mind occupied. When she noticed this, she stopped, her eyes widening slightly as she caught herself. "And now I'm rambling and making a fool of myself. Once again you have my apologies."

Depending on whether the young man wished to dance regardless, Crystal would find herself in one of two realities.

As Crystal took position to begin, she seemed to outsiders to be a bastion of stoicism. In truth, the familiar steps took almost no effort after having them seared into her mind from practice and helped alleviate her mind a little. Though a particularly observant partner might notice how Crystal's grip got slightly too tight when it was necessary to tighten, and slightly too loose when it wasn't; how her steps were slightly too light, as if she were stepping on ice and trying not to slip. However, as the dance wound down to a close, she was again smiling, regardless of how well her partner had faired. "That was surprisingly pleasant. Thank you once again, Liam." she curtseyed once again with her non-existent skirt and began looking for her teammates, her social obligations hopefully fulfilled for the day.
Thanking Liam for his assistance, Crystal would look around at her teammates, hopeful that they were nearing the end of their own dances. She felt selfish, but she really did want to present her work to them. Though the thought of their opinions being negative towards it brought her stress levels back up. She could only hope that she'd get a chance to show them and that they'd at least have some constructive criticism.

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"True enough," she replied simply, subtly adjusting her steps as to account for the change in partner height and respective role. It wasn't too terribly often she got the chance to follow rather than lead— proof positive that there was some merit in taking up the offer, if for nothing else. Practicing on her weak areas was far easier when it came to dance than in her studies— speaking of which.

"As for classes, well." she rode the twirl tightly, taking care to mind her close proximity with everyone else on the floor. As much as she did enjoy a good clothesline every now and again, there was a time and place— and clubbing what may well have been a noblewoman in the throat with a back elbow because one decided to get a little too samba in their waltz was a step far, even for her.

Get it?

If anything, this Hyun boy's confidence surprised her; albeit less so in gamely chatting up a fun-loving tree and potential future coworker (that all made a certain amount of sense), but more in his foot position and rhythm, how he comfortably lead her along in their wheel within wheels. All things considered...

"I can't imagine they're that boring, if they're finding time to drill a little clean dance in as well. You'd be surprised at how much theory they throw at us with Nox concentration, diffusion, manifesting your Parma, blah blah blah..." she replied, smirking down at him, wry edge to her voice. Sounded like school was the same no matter where you went— in a way, it was comforting. While she often dreaded some of the drier lectures they'd all politely endured day in and day out together, it was a kind of stability she knew she'd one day no longer have. A bedrock block of schedule, a clear goal and task for each day.

In a way, having something to throw herself towards was a part of how she stayed even-keeled. Something to fall back on.

Kind of ironic, given how that choreography kept breaking every time she tried to picture it. What was the word, again? In English, it was supposed to be self-exemplary— an oxymoron, riiiiiight. That was a fun word. She ought to use it more, really keep their literature professor on her toes.

Regardless, though, the charming young cadet had mentioned something that piqued the taller girl's curiosity, and a raised eyebrow atop a face that was falling back into a curious frown. Not malevolent, not discontented, but mildly puzzled. A familiar expression, given all the talk of their schooling.

"So what exactly have you guys over at the Officer Academy heard, anyway?"

She had to wonder. The examinations were on a video feed, and had dozens of eyewitnesses present, so the C-Class manifesting on top of poor Chie's run was probably a lost cause to cover up in full.

The subway too, though? As far as she'd known, the four of them that came out of it, thick as thieves, had kept it to themselves.


[System]
Age: 18

Race: Goblin (though he claims to be a gnome with a bad skin condition)

Class: Wizard

Level: 2

Background: Charlatan

Personality: Pompous, theatrical, attention-seeking, jittery, proud, possibly delusional, doesn't know when to shut up.

Backstory: sent to GM

Other: Has a fey familiar called Eighteyes who takes the form of a spider. She's loyal to Jub while also being 100% done with his nonsense.

Stat Generation: Point Buy

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"Pardon. Is there anyone else who can take up this job? I'd also like any scrap of magical power I can get while I look for my item. It's somewhere in this muck. I'm just wondering, because there are four of you. Would the boon apply only to....Well, whatever his name is, four of us, or the entire party? Just a thought." He finished, shrugging.

"Anyway, before you go running off, perhaps it would be best to gain more information first. Where is this person located? What abilities should we prepare to face, why is she feared, etc."

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Hither
Gushing O'-Well

"Very well..."

The red flame speaks in response to Brutrumukk, before it moves. It slowly moves through Brutrumukk's chest and out of his back. The process is painless, but Brutrumukk does feel as though there is a new fire in his chest, a fragment of power was imparted on him.

When Halander asked his question, the green flame answered, "If you guys promise to take get rid of Bavlorna Blightstraw, we'll grant the boon to you too. Since you're traveling together, the trinkets will belong to you too,"

The swamps are now at High Tide!

Depth. The water's depth is 5 feet. Creatures that don't have a swimming speed move at half speed through the water.
Visibility. Visibility underwater is 10 feet.

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Aurora

The elven woman nodded to the wisps as the green one explained that others in the group could also get the same boon as Brutrumukk. "I believe we are likely going confront Bavlorna Blightstraw, perhaps sooner than we may expect. I promise to help rid Prismir of her presence." The trinkets we not as interesting as the potential help the boon may be when facing the hag. The boon itself could help when the time came to find Bella.

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G A B R I E L

Gabriel sat with his legs crossed, cocking his head to the side before nodding in agreement with Aurora "Aye, can't say I'm not opposed to a good old-fashioned witch-hunt..Or would it be a hag-hunt?" the bard shrugged, as the semantics weren't all that important "Eh tomato, tamato. I'm in."

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Jub the Peculiar

Jub look visibly more and more disheartened as each of his companions agreed to this deal. "I guess we're doing this, then," he said with a sigh. He then looked towards the wisps. "The halfling is right, though. If you could at very least point us in the direction of this 'Bavlorna' and warn us of any tricks of hers we should be on the lookout for, that would be appreciated."

[Assistant]
Brutrumukk

"What in the...?" Brutrumukk said in a manner that signified the bugbear's unsurety regarding how he should feel about one of the Wisps just passing straight through him. He did enjoy the feeling of power that had left him with though, so he didn't complain.

When once everyone else had either agreed or abstained from making the promise in exchange for the boon, and the Wisps had answered everyone else's questions, Brutrumukk spoke up again. "Before we 'ead off, I got one more question." The bugbear stated. "Do any o' you lot know where we can find any alley corn? Or anyone folks call the Doormat Queen what might be trapped somewhere? Before we came to this place, a pair o' clowns told us we 'ad to "Find the alley corn an' free the Doormat Queen as last!"... Whatever that means."

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Hither
Gushing O'-Well

Upon Aurora's vocal promise, the purple Will-O'-Wisp phased through her body to grant her the same boon. The blue flame moved through Gabriel and the Green flame moved through Jub.

If Halander and Zavakri make the promise too, then they move through him to grant the boon as well.

The Wisps start with Jub's questions,

"Other than the fact that she cursed these wells and caused water to flood everywhere? All we know is that she is a powerful spellcaster. We can't exactly stray too far from this well,"

"That curse is what caused our demise..."

"Oh! But we have heard from passersby that she is in Downfall! Find Downfall, and you'll find her!"

Then Brutrumukk asked his questions. The wisps were silent as they pondered over them.

"An alley corn...?"

"I'm afraid I don't know what an 'alley corn' is...but I heard there is a unicorn somewhere in Thither,"

"Good luck getting there though. Ever since the hags took over, it's hard to get to other areas of Prismeer!"

The Green Wisp wondered, "What was that Unicorn's name...?"

The Red Wisp finally spoke up, clearly joking with his answer, "...Becky Apples,"

That got a laugh out of the other wisps.

When it was time for the party to leave, the wisps bid them goodbyes and Good Lucks to the party.

You now have the Boon from the Will-O'-Wisps & 4 Feywild Trinkets (of no GP value)!

The boon's recipient gains a d4 and can, at any time within the next 24 hours, roll this die and add the number rolled to one ability check, attack roll, or saving throw made by it. No creature can have more than one of these magic boons at a time.

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Telemy Hill

The party continues their travel in the swamps of Hither, and after an hour passes, Jub's wings vanish.

After a while of floating along the swamps by raft, the party is greeted by the scent of sweet-smelling fruit. Damp, downy, silvery-green moss blankets a gentle upward slope before giving way to a craggy ridge that marks the top of the hill. Dozens of enormous willow trees dot the hillside, swaying as though in a breeze despite the absence of one.

The raft comes to a stop at the beginning of this hill, and Bob once again seems happy to be on dry land.

"We've made it! This is Telemy Hill!" Sir Talavar chimes in.

The swamps are now at High Tide!

Depth. The water's depth is 5 feet. Creatures that don't have a swimming speed move at half speed through the water.
Visibility. Visibility underwater is 10 feet.

[Assistant]
Aurora

The smell of sweet fruits drew up memories from when her and her brother had snuck away from their home and into the market place. The exotic fruits brought in by the traveling caravans were a favorite of hers while Xander preferred the more local produce. Years later they included Daebella in their ventures before Xander had left to join the military as a scout. The ventures ended fairly abruptly when Sophia had caught Aurora and Daebella clambering back onto the family grounds through a window in the library. Rory was scolded for setting such a poor example for Bella by doing such unlady like behavior. Shortly after that Daebella had gone to one of the bardic schools two cities away.

A small smile, happy yet somewhat sad, played on Rory's lips as she stepped of the raft and onto the hill. The memory added further motivation to free sir Talarvar and search Prismir for her sister to make sure she was safe, though Rory was uncertain what all it may take to do so.

"Well let's find this Jingle Jangle and get this key to free you Sir Talarvar. Where on the hill would they be?"

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Brutrumukk

When the Wisps handed over the trinkets, Brutrumukk insisted on having both the silver mirror and the silver pinecone for his treasure sack. After he got that, the bugbear tuned out until the scent of Telemy Hill's sweet-smelling fruit brought him back to his senses just in time to hear Gabriel's question. "If I 'ad to take a wild guess, probably somewhere along that path." Brutrumukk said while gesturing towards the long path winding up the hill towards the keyhole shaped cave near the summit. "Either way, I'm gonna go find out what's smellin' so tasty 'round 'ere. Don't wait up." With that said, Brutrumukk went off in search of food.

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G A B R I E L

After their resident bugbear, Brutrumukk announced he was off to find where the sweet smell of Telamy Hill's fruit would take him, Gabe couldn't pass on the opportunity to stretch his legs after their delightful yet boring little boat ride through the picturesque landscape of a swamp "Count me in my furry friend!" hopping to his feet, Gabriel jogged off with the bugbear "Come along Jub, the ripe bosom of the Feywild's fruit awaits us!"

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Jub the Peculiar

Jub had spent the rest of the journey enjoying his new wings. The group had to tolerate him flying circles overhead and occasionally calling out "Hey, hey, guys, check this out!" before pulling off some trick. Eventually, the magic wore off and his wings disappeared. Thankfully, he wasn't too far up in the air when it happened, though he doing a somersault at the time and ended falling face-first onto the raft. Once he'd recovered, he had sat for a bit while just staring at the origami horse they had gotten from the wisps, considering all that had happened over the past few hours. In particular, he was recalling how he'd turned one of those giant snakes to stone with a magic missile, and wondering if he should see if he could do that again. Was that just a fun side-effect that occurred because they were in the Feywild? He was thinking about how he could test it out, even eying up Bob as a possible test-subject, when the group finally reached Telemy Hill. Aurora was just asking Talarvar where they could find this Jingle Jangle when Brutrumukk suddenly announced he was going looking for food.

"You hungry again?" Jub said. However, he had to admit, the smell was quite tempting. When announced Gabriel announced he was going with the bugbear and called for the goblin to join them, Jub gave a resigned sigh and stood up to follow them. Before he went, though, he turned to Aurora. "If, err, we need to find you again, I'll send up some fireworks with Prestidigitation. Good luck on finding the key!" And with that, he followed after Gabriel and Brutrumukk.

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Brutrumukk

Brutrumukk wasn't opposed to having Gabriel and Jub join him in his Feywild fruit pursuit, the bugbear even welcomed the company when Gabriel helped him find a trio of gourds shaped like plump dragons. Brutrumukk picked up the gourds, snapped their heads off, and stowed them away in his head sack while sucking the innards of one gourd out of the neck stump left behind and passing the other two gourds to Gabriel and Jub. "You got some good eyes in yer 'ead, Gabe." Brutrumukk said once he'd drained his gourd before turning to Jub. "Let's see if yer eyes are just as good, booyagh." Having said that, Brutrumukk returned Jub to his place of honor on the bugbear's shoulder to give the goblin a better view of their surroundings. So long as Jub pulled his weight, a second set of gourds would soon be found. Once more, Brutrumukk took up all three gourds. But this time he didn't snap the heads off any of them. Instead, Brutrumukk simply passed Jub and Gabriel their gourds and stowed his own gourd away in his backpack for later.

Brutrumukk searches for more fruit. Provided he has advantage, he rolls another 15 and rolls another 8.

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Hither
Telemy Hill

Much to Gabriel's, Brutrumukk's, and Jub's surprise, they didn't have to travel far from the group to forage. They found gourds that looked like plump dragons. After Brutrumukk ate the innards of one of those gourds, he immediately looks refreshed. Did his fur/hair get glossier?

The path Brutrumukk pointed out is a narrow game trail. As the group follows this path, they would hear rustling, and other sounds of movement.

Before they can look around, they eventually find three huge trees blocking the path. They look at the group, and upon seeing Jub, the trees proceeded to move. Each one of their boughs move as they perform a bow to Jub, their bark creaking as they move somewhat awkwardly. Apparently it is difficult for a tree to bow...

One of the trees speaks to the group in a low rumbling voice, and addressing Jub as the leader of sorts,

"Your Excellency, Witchlight Monarch! We welcome you and your entourage to Telemy Hill. How long will you be staying?"

[Assistant]
Brutrumukk

Brutrumukk blinked in surprise as the very trees themselves came alive, moved, and even spoke. "Nine bleedin' 'Ells" Brutrumukk then said as the trees all bowed and hailed Jub as the Witchlight Monarch. Brutrumukk then looked to the little goblin seated on his big shoulder. "Word sure travels fast 'round 'ere don't it?"

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Jub had instinctively tensed up when the trees started moving, as if anticipating yet another fight. However, when the trees instead bowed to him, all he could do for a few moments was blink in surprise with an expression akin to a startled rabbit. It was only when Brutrumukk spoke that the goblin able to regain his composure.

"It sure does," he muttered in response to the bugbear. He spoke again, this time louder so the trees could hear him and with a dramatic flourish he usually applied to his street performances. "Erm, it is I! The Witchlight Monarch! Me and my cohorts will likely not be staying long but... erm..." He glanced towards Brutrumukk and Gabriel, with a look that showed he had no idea what he was doing or where he was going with this. "If you would like to show us around this, err, place or point us to any places of interest, that would be most, err, gratifying."


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Carmen Lawson/Ricki
Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-curious; really unsure

Occupation: High school student; senior

Personality: Carmen suffers from social anxiety making her really nervous and bashful around people, let alone social awkwardness. She is much more calm when she is alone or at least when she's with someone she knows, but she still seeks to surpass her anxiety and panicky self so she can have more friends and stop being antisocial.

Biography: Being someone who gets social anxiety whenever she goes outside was obviously not the easiest thing in the world, so Carmen hung out in her room a lot causing her to be antisocial. In the massive amounts of time she spends in her room she had become quite the gamer geek. It was a little easier to socialize online but it still had its difficulties. Her mother would often scold her for being cooped up in her room and not socializing, and of course tried to push her to do so especially when she is going to college soon. Of course Carmen would try, it's all she ever wants. It was just so difficult for her even when she didn't want to be nervous. She even felt safer alone, but at the same time she didn't want it to be that way. She would even occasionally but really not that often get picked on for it. Despite this her mother would still scold at her unamused. Hearing about this game Carmen hopes to find a brand new reality, one she can escape to whenever she wants.

Appearance:

Username: Ricki
Gender: Female
Race/Species: Human

Personality: Ricki sort of somewhat(not really(?)) has a split personality. One side: Much more confident and lively than in reality, and actually keeps her cool and is laid back. She can be really quirky and weird with a side of outgoing whenever she wants. She can become cocky only occasionally and it can sometimes get the best of her. And she loves, and I mean she loves, to be a smartass. She will literally take any chance to make a pun when she has one in mind. As for the other side, she's really just the silent-murderous looking type who's actually taking things seriously for once. She doesn't switch back and forth that often depending on the situation.

Stats: (As said in the rules, 43 point limit.)
Teamwork [6/10]
Fitness [6/10]
Agility [8/10]
Stamina [8/10]
IQ [6/10]
Strategy [7/10]

Skills: Crafting: With the right tools and supplies, and enough of it, she is able to craft anything for survival. (Ex. First aid kit, smoke bomb, etc.)
Quick Draw: Can draw a weapon extremely quick upon reaction or right timing
Rapid Slashing: Can slash very rapidly and repeatedly, however it has to build up from slow or normal slashing speed before it can go fast
Abilities: Lightning Edge: Can have blue lightning flow through the right sword, being able to shoot out lightning or in other various ways
Lightning Edge's Shadow: Same thing as above, except it is with black lightning through the left sword instead.
Aura Sense: Can sense a person or lifeform's energy nearby; does not work for machines
Weapon/s: Dual Blades
Revolver
Survival Knife
Class: Fighter/Myrmidon
Recognition: With some people she can be approachable, and some people maybe not. She may seem a bit scary and/or really intimidating at times especially if you look at her in the eyes, but if someone were to approach her they'd find out she's a cool person to be with. Either that or they'll just think she's weird and/or creepy.
Fame: A name easy to remember, but really only known here and there. If they only hear the name and not actually see the name spelled out, it is most likely they will think she is a guy until they actually see her.

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"We were just talking about forming a party and doing shit. I dunno about you guys, but I can't wait until I get a level or two so I can go face-first into the PVP and steal peoples' stuff, but you guys ain't gotta be my cohorts in that I suppose. We're talking about just leveling up by farming starter mobs or something in this 'Great Forest of Nohare'. ...And uhh... this is probably weird, but are you a dude or a girl? I'm getting a little confused. Let's clear that shit up.". SawCutter sure loves to ramble. "Oh, I'm from 'Murica, but yeah I'm on a sort of.. vacation in Canada myself right now, Hehah."

"Should we steer for some other area or does Nohare still sound good to you fellows? Judging from the name and what the common rabble around here are saying it's filled with like, big ass wolves and shit, and some guys are talking about some beast in a river who raises your luck stat or something. Sounds pretty neat, I say we book it and talk tactics on the way there."

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John Marks - Queue

Starting City || Plaza

Queue took Viral's hand and looked him in it's robo-eye(?), he assumed that's what the green light was, as he shook it while SawCutter rambled on, eventually reaching the bit about his gender. "Oh, sorry! Do I really look like a girl? My bad... I wasn't suppose to, but I can't say I look far off in real life. Except maybe I'm dirty blonde rather than black haired. I mean, my account does say male if you take a look." John accidentally cut into the part about being on vacation a bit, but allowed him to continue on and finish his thoughts.

He quickly went through his inventory just to see what all he did have on him, but apparently his only starting weapon was a knife, and a couple of unmarked pills. "Well, I mean, I'm just about down for anything. Whatever ya'll two got goin. Although, I don't know exactly how much help I'd be, or at least compared to you two. Ya'll seem quite well endowed, just by going by looks."

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Starting City || Plaza

And thus, Carmen logs in to yet another new game. She could be playing that new stealth game that just came out, or she could be playing that fighting game again that she plays competitively. But this game--this game--Carmen couldn't be more hyped for it, let alone hooked. In fact, it's actually been a long time since she's been so hyped for a game. Well, a different word other than 'hyped' could probably be used considering Carmen hasn't really shown that much of hyper-activeness. Hyped might have been one way to put it, but...addicted is most likely more of the right word. Come on, even though it claims to be it seems like a goddamn fantasy. But is that just all it is? A fantasy, or something more?

Carmen--er, ahem--Ricki finally spawns into the world of Identity. Her almost glaring orange eyes peered around her surroundings, the plaza that is. Wait, woah, what? What up with the glare? Tone it down a bit. Ricki eased the look on her face, making her look a little more approachable. Well, honestly, she was approachable even with whatever look Ricki had on her face. Ricki looked down at her hands, which were apparel-covered, and squeezed them into fists before loosening them while feeling the physical tension as she does so. She slowly paced around in a half circle, looking around at the plaza some more and at the variety of players. When she comes to a stop she takes a slow deep breath, taking in the new sense realistic atmosphere. It's as if the real world was a dream. After her long inhale, she didn't exhale. She couldn't help but let out a grinning smirk. The kind of smirk that lets people know they're excited, but also the kind of smirk that people might be scared of depending on how they take it.

Ricki took a brief look at her inventory. Survival knife. Nice. Revolver. Nice. Dual swords. Double nice--literally. Ricki took a couple seconds to memorize her skills, stats, and anything else necessary. When she got enough space in the plaza for herself, Ricki tested out some other movements other than walking or anything simple. She lets out a strong punch in the air, then after a short pause she lets out a couple kicks with a badass kind of flip to it. Now Ricki would try out the swords, she's dying to at least, but she wants to save that for the actual action. Question being, where might that action be? Surely there must be something like quests to complete or just some baddies to slay in general. ...But first, a little more slow adventuring around the plaza. No ADHD here. Move along now.

[Assistant]
"Wow, well endowed? Lewd.", SawCutter joked. "I probably went overboard on the big and intimidating sliders, but whatever. I hope I can get a 'Non-Damaged Megasaw' or whatever the shit this thing is.", He'd say while going to grab his Megasaw, the starter version being heavily damaged. "Or I could repair it. That'd be cool too.". He looked at the various new players still spawning in for the first time. Lovely amount of variety, and some orange eyed 'girl'. Pfft, probably not even really a lady.

"Shiet, must be one hell of a busy day. Their servers are probably crying right now.", He'd say. He'd notify this 'Ricki' (pfft) by pointing and sent a message. "you probably aren't even a real girl! fite me trolololol.", then another, "Nah not really, take this party invite, let's be noobs together."

[User]
Viral - Scott
Starting City || Plaza
Scott almost sighed in relief as SC relieved him from the social obligation of being his partner in crime. Maybe SC wasn't all bad, Just a bit misguided. He also asked the all important question of if Queue was a dude. Queue responded with a resounding 'Yes. Also I am this attractive in real life too.' though, his response did accidentally cut into one of SC's patented rambles. Apparently SC was visiting. Scott wasn't exactly sure how good that was.

SC confirmed that the two of them wanted to go to Nohare and then Queue said one of the best things ever. If Scott was more brave, he might have just asked Queue to repeat himself, but he was neither creepy or fearless enough to ask. Besides, Queue could've been any age. He didn't wanna come onto a 60 year old and end up coming onto a 60 year old. Scott then wondered why his thought process ended in a zinger.

SC commented on the awfully worded fiasco that was, ruining any sense of eroticism that Scott had actually already ruined for himself when he brought a 60 year old into the mix. Midway through his rambles SC mentioned a broken chainsaw or something. Although he was beginning to tune him out a bit, the mention of something broken sparked his interest. "May I see that chainsaw? One of my skills is repairing things." Scott asked. Although it was probably stuck broken because it was a game object, there was a possibility he could help fix it.

[Assistant]
"You're a genius, Viral! Here, take a shot at it.", He said while handing the giant piece of machinery over. It really was huge; the massiveness of SawCutter even had some minimal trouble lugging it around. Of course, even a person could drag it around with both hands; yet then it would've just been useless as an actual weapon. Viral did seem like a smart guy, or gal, whatever. Couldn't really tell from the voice...

'Realistically', all it really needed was a tune up; just replace the small heating coils wrapped around the base of each sub-saw and re-align all of the teeth of the same. Apparently it needed 'Adept Mechanic skills' to fully repair; but Viral could repair it to 50% effectiveness, boosting its' attack output somewhat. It's heating coils even began to work, beginning to make the saws glow a slight, dull red. "Hohohohho! Damn, that's rad! Gimme, please?".

"Fuck, now all I need are like... rocket boosters and I'll be the coolest thing ever!"

[User]
John Marks - Queue

Starting City || Plaza

Queue just stood back amused and giddly smiling as the pair started playing mechanical doctor. They were quite the amusing pair. Two giant robots acting like they were back in elementary, about to go off in some adventure. Both of them acting on the other's strengths and covering each other's weaknesses. The romantic in him almost made him burst out in happiness for them, but he quickly resumed control over himself. More and more, John felt a bit like the third wheel, but that was where he was most comfortable. He couldn't wait to see how the two robos' stories would intertwine and roll out.

[Assistant]
Ricki perks her head up like a dog as she gets a notification. She stops where she is to check it out, booping through some menus to find that a message is received from someone. Dang, how many minutes has it been? Already got a message, this is getting really nice. Ricki didn't think she'd get one this fast and early. Ricki opens up the message from the user 'SawCutter' and reads it, half-mumbling let alone half-speaking it to herself.

Ricki stares at the message with half-open eyes, almost unamused. Dang, how many minutes has it been? Internally, Ricki became a little defensive. She understood that with a name like 'Ricki' people could probably mistake her for a guy, but the fact that she practically always uses female avatars and people would still ask her gender once in a blue moon or even claim that she's not a girl made her a little wary. Especially with a troll approach like this. It's just that she doesn't want to be thought as one of those creepy dudes playing as girls because, well, she isn't. But really, that message, like seriousl-- oh hey another message that was fast.

Oh. Oh, okay. He was just kidding around. Ok ok. And lookie here, he sent a party invite. Well Ricki doesn't want to wait any longer for the fun to start, and she doesn't want to keep this party waiting either so-- wait was he kidding about the not being a girl part or the 'fite me' part? Or both? Does he actually think she's not a girl? Why. Whywhywhywhywhywhywh- ok you know what. Ricki thinks briefly to herself; from now on this is a reality of no worries. So if anything, all will be good. Most likely. Hopefully. No not hopefully, most likely. Without delay Ricki replies to SawCutter real quick saying, 'Lol aight' and then accepts the party invite. She quickly looks around for the newly joined party and eventually she would find them, near a forest. From the distance she spotted them she observed them. Two of them were big robots, aw yeah, and then some other chick. Ricki straightened up and and adjusted her hair before she put her thumbs in her pockets, or if there were no pockets she'd just be putting her hands there as if they were, and jogged on over. "What up what up. How we doing?" Ricki attempted to greet casually as she officially arrived.


[System]
Race: Half human, half Echani

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Lahana stands at a rather tall height of six feet four inches tall. She has a head of long straight silver hair, about three feet long, which is usually swept to either the left or right side of her head. She often tries to hide her padawan braid while fiddling with her hair, leaving it tucked behind her ear. She has a tan complexion and a multitude of scars. Most notably there are marks of lashing on her back and discolored skin on the right side of her face due to a burn, running from the end of her right brow to the bottom of her chin. She has dark lines under her eyes. She doesn't get much sleep, and when she does she is tormented by nightmares. The only time she is at rest are the few moments she is able to meditate and be at peace.

Otherwise her facial features are soft, with a subtle nose and mouth. If not for her sharp auburn eyes she would appear almost approachable. Her voice alternates between just a bit too quiet and just a bit too loud, as she has difficulty gauging the proper tone of conversation.

If she isn't wearing the robes given to her she can be seen wearing painfully plain clothing. She has no fashion sense to speak of.

Lahana spends a lot of time training her body, and it shows. She has clearly defined muscles with a low body fat percentage. While she isn't hulking she is far stronger than the average person.

Personality: Lahana is full of good intentions and poor actions. She wants to treat people kindly, but tends to avoid contact and say all the wrong things during conversation. Being close to people sets her on edge, as voices in her head tell her all the horrible things others can do to her. She tries to ignore her paranoia, but it often gets the better of her.

She's still not used to holding normal conversation, so will either end up not saying much or saying far too much. The only time she can understand someone is when she fights them, as she believes is due to her heritage. She wants to live as a proper jedi, but struggles with her emotions. She knows giving in to anger could lead her down a dark path, she knows violence can't solve everything, but it's all she knew for a long time.

Occupation: Padawan

History: Lahana was born on a planet that rained acid and was home to ferocious wildlife. She doesn't remember much about her parents. She's forgotten their voices, forgotten their faces, but she can never forget the day they were slaughtered in front of her by slavers. She was captured and sold to a mercenary company. There she had an explosive collar latched onto her neck. The collar sent a shock through her body whenever she was disobedient, or whenever her captors felt like it. She went through what could technically be called training, but was more akin to torture. She was thrown into arenas with wild animals and forced to fight for her life, she was beaten and whipped so as to dull her sense of pain. When they got bored her captors would occasionally force her to fight other people in underground fights to the death, after a while she lost count of the number she'd killed.

She was sent on missions with the mercenaries, acting as front line fodder with other slaves. She's seen her friends blown apart, stabbed and torched alive. Eventually she stopped talking to others as she couldn't take losing anymore friends. After returning from another contract her captors celebrated by drinking. While they were debilitated she heard one of them say that a jedi taskforce had been sent to take care of them. They broke into chaos and Lahana took this chance to escape. She killed the man that held the key to her cuff once they were in a room alone, with him drunkingly shoving money and other goods into a bag she took the knife from his belt and stabbed him to death. Hearing the commotion more of them went into the room. Lahana could have escaped then, instead she waited for the few others that had not run already to come having heard the commotion. She was only ten years old, but unknown to her she had the force backing her, and it along with her training was more than enough for her to slaughter them.

Shortly afterwards the door to the room opened, and a man adorned in a robe stood before her. The knife in her hand was slick with blood, and the room was painted red. The robed man was her future master. Her master saw that if left alone she would quickly be seduced by the allure of the dark side, so he took her under his wing as his padawan.

Equipment: She has a basic green saber that she constructed as part of her training. Besides that one she has another that she built in her spare time. While searching for the crystal to create her first saber she happened upon a clear crystal. When she looked closer, she saw that the crystal was murky and fogged on the inside. Her master told her such a crystal would not be ideal, leading to an unpredictable appearance. However instead of tossing it away, she kept it. Installing it into a curved hilt, this lightsaber produces a white saber with blinking black spots when turned on.

Force Powers: Lahana has knowledge of the core abilities of a jedi, and is particularly adept at offensive feats. Passive abilities or those that require great concentration are difficult, if not impossible for her to do.

Skills:
First Aid training - Lahana opted to learn how to deal with common injuries that would be sustained in battle, a skill that was needed as she was rarely taken care of by her captors.

Firearms proficiency - While she isn't a top class marksman, Lahana is well versed in the use of blasters and other projectile weapons.

Close Quarters Combat - Lahana is an expert in hand to hand combat, as well as the use of weapons such as her lightsabers.

Weaknesses: Socially inept, Prone to fits of anger, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder caused by her early childhood.

[User] "You're lucky I got a contract signed..." growled Valter as he resisted the urge to pull his gun on his own ally. He may not be a true mandalorian but there was one thing he valued above all others: his pride of being one. There were people who died for less in his line of work to flatly come forward, and to talk trash to him like that was going too far. In a less civilized part of the galaxy there would be blood for insulting a man's entire culture. What he had said about Ryloth had been said just for trash talk just like they had done to him. "Just get out of my face, don't tell me how to do my blasted job, and leave me alone. Then we won't complicate things further." spitted out Valter bitterly as he gripped his weapon tightly.

[Assistant]
Neb

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The mando's comments about Ryloth bounced off of Neb like dust off a deflector shield. She was about to reply when a rodian stepped in to try and simmer things down…for all the good that did. Instead she replied with a smile and a slow shake of her head, her lekku swaying slowly back and forth.

 "That is the problem with you Mando 'hard boys'…" She replied, waving towards his tense grip. "Always so quick to take offence." Yawning a bit, she shifted her rifle from one shoulder to another, a sign she didn't see the mandalorian as an imminent threat. "As for Ryloth? It's just another dirt ball I haven't been to. I was born a slave to one of those people that like to hire Mando 'hard boys' to swagger about and make 'em look like their king shits of whatever dung pile they're squatting on. You wanna piss me off hard boy, you'll need to do better than that."

[User] "I don't take offense easy. Just when people who don't know anything about me, or my people call us trash to our faces. I'm not trying to get under your skin miss. I have a job to do, and I just want to do it. I've seen what Hutts do to people first hand. I'm not going to pretend I'm the honorable sort. But I have my pride in what I do, and who I am. No less than you I would hope. Was there some reason you're poking on me? Lot more friendly people here than me. Probably better conversationalist. If you wanted to know about Mandalorians then ask otherwise I don't got much to say about anything." Valter said trying to cool himself down as he gestured at the republic soldiers around them. "We're on official business anyways. Just keep that in mind I don't want to cause problems with that, and I'm sure no one wants to hear me gibber on." Rook finished as he looked around he wanted to get moving. Or least away from these people. Couldn't they just put him somewhere where he could do his job and be done with it? He wasn't eager to kill people here but he wanted to actually do what he was hired for. A job was a job like he said.

[Assistant]
Lahana looked at the stocky man that approached her. Why did he come up to her? She looked around, slightly confused. People usually talked to her master before her, the braid in her hair essentially telling people not to bother. "Hello..." She said, her expression perhaps more tense and offputting than she intended. She remembered that it was polite to introduce oneself when meeting for the first time, and also to shake hands. It was fine if she only did one of those, she figured. "Wes, I am Lahana Sunset..." What else was she supposed to say to someone? "...I hope our mission goes... well." She looked to her master, however he was now speaking with a woman that had approached. Suddenly, a hologram appeared not too far from her. Her right hand went to one of her lightsabers, and for a split moment she was ready to slice it to pieces. Thankfully her training hadn't been for nothing. She may still be a tad jumpy, but it was better than how she reacted to surprises in the past. She didn't need to introduce herself to the hologram, did she? She just told someone her name and didn't feel like doing it again so soon, and she was pretty sure she couldn't shake hands with it.

"As a matter of fact our journey was very uneventful. I am Kale, and this is my padawan Lahana." Lahana's master motioned to her with his hand, she was still glaring at the hologram.

Meanwhile, the Twi'lek woman who had been waiting for questions, had received none. She had broken out into a cold sweat, and her eyes were darting to various people in the crowd. "M-my name is Fufuro by the way. Haha it's a silly name I know but my parents... Oh no one cares, no one ever cares." She mumbled to herself, hardly speaking loud enough for anyone to hear her. Her head hung low as she walked over the end of the courtyard where a garage door stood. She slowly pressed buttons on a keypad as if each one was her destroyed hopes and dreams. The garage doors opened and a large armored vehicle rolled out. There was a young man standing on the front hood with his hands on his hips and a cocky smile on his face. As the borderline tank came to a stop he stumbled slightly, but righted himself and acted as if nothing happened. He ran a hand through his long blue hair and jumped down from the vehicle.

"What's up everybody! The name's Jayce and I'll be your commanding officer for operation Drug Obliteration." He spoke with a boisterous voice that demanded attention.

"Jayce, that's not the name of the operation, it doesn't even have a name." Fufuro said, closing the garage door.

"If you want in on the action hop in, otherwise you can stay here with the gloomy glass of milk." He pointed behind him at the vehicle with his thumbs, ignoring Fufuro's complaint.

"Hey, I don't look like bantha milk... And someone needs to stay here. A representative of the local communities will be coming, what if some gang attacks? What if they use bombs? W-what if they use a lot of bombs?"

Lahana blinked at the two Republic soldiers, they didn't quite act like the ones she'd seen in the core worlds. She turned to her master. "We're going to the drug den, right?" She asked.

"You will be padawan, I will stay here." He said. Lahana tilted her head in confusion.

"What do you mean, shouldn't you be there with me? You are always with me on assignments."

"Precisely, If you are to be a Jedi Knight you must learn to handle yourself without me. I will not always be around after all." Lahana opened her mouth to speak, but clenched her fists and nodded her head.

"Yes master, I will not let you down."


[System]
Work in progress
Age: 18

Height: 6' 2"

Appearance: Haskell is built like your stereotypical mountain man, tall and strong despite not appearing to be overly muscular. His hair is a dark brown color and is cut short. He has been afflicted by early facial hair growth and sports a full beard. His eyes are blue.

In cooler climates, Haskell wears a gray-blue parka, black ski pants, and brown hiking boots.

In warmer areas, he switches to a simple white T-shirt and brown cargo pants, but wears the same boots.

Personality: Haskell takes the concept of life very seriously. He is passionate about what he loves, and cares deeply for his Pokemon and those he chooses to call friends, but he will not often be found making jokes. Haskell is calm and collected in even the most stressful situations.

Haskell was born and raised in Snowpoint City of the Sinnoh Region.

His father was at one time a strong and mysterious Pokemon Trainer who traveled the world, more out of wanderlust than a desire to collect badges or claim champion titles. He now spends his days running a small Poke Mart out of the first floor of his home in Snowpoint City. He occasionally sneaks away to watch battles at the local Pokemon Gym, or hike the trails along Mount Coronet.

Haskell's mother is a quintessential stay-at-home wife, helping Haskell's father with customers at the Poke Mart, and tending to most of the housework.

Haskell's primary pastime as a child was exploring the snow-covered forest with Beartic and Glaceon, the family Pokemon. His experiences with nature and bonding with these Pokemon molded him into a lover of the outdoors and all of the creatures in it. Due to this, he rarely took to playing video games all day or watching television.

At the age of ten, Haskell was eager to set out on his first adventure. Unfortunately, Professor Rowan was away on a research trip for two months, and so Haskell had no-one to provide him one of Sinnoh's starter Pokemon. Unwilling to wait, Haskell began his adventure any way, confident that his knowledge of nature would be enough to help him catch his first Pokemon.

A few days into his quest, Haskell began to feel like he was being followed. There were plenty of Pokemon in the snowy landscape around Mount Coronet, but none of them seemed to pay much attention to him, much less follow his footsteps. The feeling stuck with Haskell until he happened upon a scenic overlook on the side of the mountain. He decided it was a perfect place to camp for the night, and while he was rolling out his sleeping bag, Haskell caught a glimpse of a silvery reflection in the forest he had come from. He quickly dismissed it as his tiredness getting the better of him, and after eating a light dinner, Haskell turned in for the night.

In the early morning, before the sun had risen, Haskell was awoken by a slight movement against his body. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a small creature sleeping with its body pressed up against his sleeping bag. It was blending in almost perfectly with the snow around the bag, and had curled up in such a way that the only thing immediately visible was a ball of white fur. As Haskell's drowsiness faded away, he realized that this creature was an Eeevee, but not your average brown-colored Eevee.

With deliberate slowness, Haskell reached for a Poke ball attached to the side of his backpack. As he gripped the ball, the Eevee suddenly awoke, but made no effort to run away. It simply watched Haskell closely, and tracked the Poke Ball as he rolled it across the snow in its direction. The ball tapped the Eevee's front paw with a piff, and the red energy nearly blinded Haskell in the darkness. There was no sign of a struggle from within the ball, and within one second the Eevee was caught.

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Haskell and his Eevee spent the next eight years traveling the world, and training to be able to work together seamlessly. They have collected one gym badge each from Sinnoh, Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn. But, much like his father, Haskell was more interested in the outdoors experience. Lucky for him, Eevee had also fashioned herself as a sightseer, and didn't care much if Haskell neglected to find someone for them to battle.

Haskell also trained himself, since not every criminal or villainous group will surrender to a simple Pokemon battle. He bettered his self-defense skills until he was more than capable of ending a fight if it was necessary.

His latest destination is the Kosei region. Having heard about the varying landscapes on the island, Haskell wants to see the place for himself. However, some certain evil plots might change his reason for being there.

Preferred Starter: Eevee

Team:

Pokemon: Shiny Eevee
Nickname: None
AL: 20
Gender: Female
Ability: Adaptability
Moveset: Shadow Ball, Quick Attack, Iron Tail, Sand Attack

National Pokedex, Pokemon Watch, Sleeping Bag

Various supplies including basic Pokeballs, Potions, and food items.

[User]
Sidine blinked her eyes a few times, startled at the sudden human interaction. She had barely noticed Hadaron until he spoke up, but now he had her full attention. She took his proffered hand, more out of reflex than actually thinking about it. When she rose to her feet she pushed her glasses up her nose, and realized that they were smudged so badly she couldn't actually see Hadaron's features. She took them off quickly, wiping them clean on her colorful tank top, and then placed them back on her freckled face.

"Ah yes, much better indeed! Quite astute of you to notice, I am looking for something. Or rather, some-mon." She chuckled at her own lame joke before glancing around at the area she was in. "Where in the blazes are we, sir? I do not remember happening upon a town..." Her eyes caught sight of one of the many spinning wind turbines before she put a dirty finger to her chin. "Ah yes, Windshire! How fortuitous. I believe introductions are at hand, sir. I am Sidine Damon, you may call me Sid however. And this is Ramsey." She pointed at her Venipede as he crawled up the side of her body and took his spot on her back, his head just peeking over her shoulder. She leaned forward, and put her hand to her mouth. "You should probably call him Sir Ramsey, though..." She whispered conspiratorially, even though Venipede could hear everything she said.

"What adventure brings you to Windshire, sir?"

[Assistant]
Glider looked like he was about chirp a protest to what Ian had said, but thankfully Trey cut him off, "You're probably right. Looks like we'll just have come back some other time." he was disappointed, sure, but he still had the whole town, the Region itself even, to explore still so he wasn't about to let this get him down.

"So where exactly is the Lab, anyway?" Trey wondered aloud to himself, "I don't think we passed it by yet, so we can't be far from it, right?" he reasoned, coming to the conclusion that the lab must have been relatively close to the Gym. It made sense in his mind, at least.

[User] Sid and Sir Ramsey hm? What an interesting pair. "I'm Hadaron and this," he said indicating the Ralts on his head, "Is Tal, we came here to start our pokemon journey in this region, I was planning on starting off by visiting the lab. My turn, why are you here? From you pokemon and the way you were snooping around I'd say you're an avid bug trainer but I couldn't guess more than that." Hadaron said curious to learn a little more about her. Tal leaned forward a little and peered inquisitively at Sid and her Venipede.

[Assistant]
"It's not very far, it's that big building with the Pokeball over that way." Ian said pointing to the large building in the center the boat they had come from. "I guess we'd better head over there. Not much else to do in this place." The disappointment in Ian's voice was barely hidden, but it was quickly forgotten as he remembered that there would be plenty of gyms to challenge.

Ian brought up his map on his Pokegear to take a good look at the Kosei region, it was a large place, to be sure. But from Windshire it wasn't very clear which route would be the best to take. The two paths branched of in nearly opposite directons leading to Mesalon and Vareena respectively. While Mesalon seemed slightly closer, Vareena's grass type gym would give Sneasel a distinct advantage. Ian decided it'd be a good idea to wait until after the meeting at the lab to make a decision and closed his pokegear.

"Well, let's head over there then." Ian said before the group set off.

 It wasn't very long before they were standing in front of the large building, the sign on the front clearly reading Pokemon Lab.

"It isn't a very creative name, but I guess it gets the message across."

(a small while later)

Several trainers were seated in the lobby waiting patiently for Professor Tsuga to arrive. As expected, the man was already running a few minutes late. several minutes later the door to Tsuga's office was flung open and the professor strode through looking as frazzled as ever.

"I'm glad to see you've all made it on time." Tsuga stated as he quickly glanced at his watch. A barely noticeable look of alarm flashed on his face as he saw the time. The professor shrugged hopelessly."Unfortunately, I was the one who arrived late. I'm sure you all have plenty of questions about this region and why it was so important for you all to be here for this...orientation."

"Well, yeah. From what I can tell all of us already have Pokemon and the usual travelling gear." Ian said. It felt kind of redundant to hold a meeting like this when most of the trainers were already ready to go and explore.

"Yes, well I'm actually rather glad that all of you do. You see, I've misplaced the pokeballs that would be holding your starting Pokemon otherwise." Tsuga said with a sigh. "But that's irrelevant, I had to get all of you here today to officially register you for the Kosei League, and answer any questions you have about it. You see, Kosei is a very dangerous place and to be certain that trainers can handle themselves in the more hazardous areas, many places require a gym badge to enter. I understand how inconvenient that may be, but between Team Tyrannical's sudden activity and the odd circumstances that have been occurring so frequently these past few months, it has become a necessity for trainers to prove their abilities and continuously grow stronger."

"Team what?" Ian asked, now slightly confused.

"Tyrannical, yes. I'm sure, you being from Orre, you are aware that there are many groups of criminals that like to band together and cause trouble." Tsuga said. "Needless to say, Tyrannical is no exception. They don't seem to be too aggressive in their actions, and their motives, if they have any, are far from clear. But it shouldn't be too much of an issue for you all. They don't seem to be too concerned about random trainers, and from what I've heard they aren't too keen about attacking children. If you don't mind, Ian, I'd prefer if you could keep all questions to yourselves until I'm finished."

Ian grumbled slightly to himself at the word 'children', but nodded all the same. He didn't like the sound of these Team Tyrannical people. While they probably weren't nearly as bad as Cipher, they would certainly be something to watch out for.

"Of course, despite all of its flaws, Kosei isn't at all a bad place. With its wide variety of Pokemon, trainers, and sights to see, it is a region full of adventure!" Tsuga said excitedly. It was obvious that this part of the presentation was all but rehearsed. As if to confirm this, Tsuga shuffled through his papers for a moment and once he found the sheet he was looking for, began speaking once more. "Well, I guess that's my presentation. If any of you have any questions before you leave, be sure to ask while we're all still here. I'm sure at least a few of you will share the same question."

[User]
Before going to the Lab...

Sidine put her magnifying glass up to her eye as she peered at Ralts, but she froze when she heard what Hadaron had just said. A look of shocked realization spread across her face, her mouth forming into a large "O". "Oh Metapods! The Lab! You're right, we must be going. We can't be late!" She beckoned to Hadaron as she began jogging in the direction of the lab, Ramsey clinging to her shoulder tightly to avoid falling off.

At the Lab...

Sidine sat quietly for the majority of the Professor's presentation, occupying herself with wiping off her face and arms with a damp towel that became gradually more blackened with dirt. When the Professor was finally ready for questions, Sidine was more than ready to ask. "Why yes, Professor. I was curious as to a few of your points. Despite their obscure motives, couldn't Team Tyrannical still pose a threat if we were to obtain rare Pokemon during our travels? I have read up on villainous teams from other regions, and that seems to be their go-to tactic." Sidine adjusted her glasses before continuing. "Would it not be better, in this case, to have trainers team up? For their own safety?"

[Assistant] Hadaron quickly followed after Sid not wanting to be left behind and they both arrived and had to wait several minutes with a couple of other trainers before the professor finally arrived and gave his presentation so to speak. Hadaron listened carefully eager to learn more about the region but was disappointing to find that they weren't told much. He was about to speak up when Sid began talking and covered the point he had been about to bring up. Though in hindsight the professor had never said they couldn't travel in groups, he simply hadn't recommended it. Hadaron agreed with Sid's points but decided to stay silent until the professor addressed the issue.

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'Misplaced the Pokeballs?' Haskell thought,
 'A bit unorthodox, this guy.'

He was seated along the back row, with Eevee curled up on his lap. He listened close to what the professor had to say. This business about a villainous team wasn't much different than what he'd heard about others in his travels, but he could tell by Tsuga's body language that something was off. There must be other details that the professor wasn't letting on about. Regardless, Haskell didn't ask any questions.

The idea of teaming up didn't excite Haskell very much, but after a bit of thought he decided that Eevee might appreciate having some other people around. Haskell spoke, "What do you think, Eevee? See anyone worth talking to?"

Eevee snapped out of her casual daydreaming and scanned around the room. There were a lot of choices, but nobody stood out to her immediately. She couldn't help but be indecisive, as Haskell had put her on the spot without warning. After a few minutes Eevee's face contorted in slight annoyance, then she buried her head under her tail.

Haskell raised an eyebrow, but quickly turned his attention back to the professor. He'd figure out the group situation later, but for now he was interested in hearing if Tsuga had anything more to say.


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Accepted Character Applications
Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: Marcus or Chef looks like any other teenager. He stands around five feet and five inches. Chef doesn't exercise that often to the reason of his slender body.

Marcus has short, brown hair that he spiked up using a small amount of gel; his eyes are hazel being covered by his prescription glasses. He hates having side burns; shaving them whenever possible.

 His clothing usually considers long sleeve shirts with graphic designs. A necklace with a cross dangles below his neck that is only for show. Marcus favors converse over any other pair of shoes.

Personality: Chef is an independent person; surviving by his own rules. He never came across anyone he could trust. However, the most thing he enjoys is seeing laughter. Chef loves making people laugh which cause his lack of seriousness to anything.

Uniform: Chef slipped on a black t-shirt (short-sleeved) and matching jeans. He wanted to experiment by going new school with his uniform. Unfortunately, he had to ditch the converse for fully black shoes. He still keeps his necklace wrapped around his neck.

Powers: Chef Object gets his name because he loves to cook and eat. Cooking is frankly one of his favorite hobbies. It also relates to his power. Eating objects are what fuels Marcus' powers.

If Marcus were to slip a rubber ball inside his mouth; he would begin to start chewing. He can grid any object thanks to his impressively acute teeth. Once the object is swallowed, Marcus benefits from the item. Consuming a rubber ball will gift Marcus the ability to bounce around easily. It's not much to smile about as to it can only last about five minutes.

He can blend two objects together for a bigger effect, but sometimes it'll ruin his fatigue to fight. Chef prepares himself by carrying a rubber ball, a bottle of bubbles, a lighter, and a strip of metal.

Bio: Chef spends some of his free time vandalizing city buildings. He accomplishes this by eating a can of spray paint; enabling him to paint using his finger tips. Chef acknowledged that nobody would notice how he managed to do this, that or no one simply cared. To his misfortune, some people found him and knew exactly what he was doing.

Marcus did have a previous life beforehand, but he doesn't wish to talk about it. He doesn't know if his life is any better than it was before. The teen hero knows one thing for sure though. Marcus hopes his previous life never crosses with his new life.

Name: Curtis "Street Dragon"

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: Curtis is a massive 6'5(hunched) reptilian monster. He has a head that is similar to a monitor lizard with many rows of needle like teeth, and a set of small horns that curve backwards. He has thick scales all along his back resembling a pangolin, his tail drags along the floor behind him being a lengthy 3 feet long. His body is as one would expect looking like a mix between a dinosaur and a man (think the lizard from Marvel).

His eyes are a sickly yellow and his face is that of a monitor lizard.

Personality: Curtis is a fairly timid person when it come to social interaction. But he won't shy away from a fight, and will always put himself in harms way if it means protecting someone. He likes helping people and he can't help but smile when interacting with kids, unfortunately kids normally run from him. He is self conscious about how he looks but sees it as a alright trade of for the ability to help people.

Uniform: Curt can't really fit into a uniform.

Powers: Curt's large body and tough hide can take a massive beating but the scales on his back are even more sturdy. He is able to regrow limbs albeit it takes an extremely long time. Along side his massive durability comes enhanced strength, He is able to lift around 4500lbs before he starts to struggle and could possibly lift 6000lbs if he pushed himself to the absolute limit. Contrary to the stories of him being a cold blooded murder machine, his internal body temperature is actually extremely high, almost 2 times that of a normal human. He can amp up this heat so he can shoot jets of steam out of his mouth (if he has a supply of water), but if he does if for any longer than 10 seconds he'll start to damage his internals.

Bio: Curt used to live in an orphanage and he never knew his parents, weather they are alive or dead he doesn't care. He had previously passed up someone who wanted to adopt him. His response was "I can't go, the other kids need me here", he wasn't always a giant lizard monster either. One day the orphanage was attacked by a gang of thugs and Curt instantly stepped forward to try and stop them, he was rewarded with a beating and was then kidnapped and forced to watch the orphanage be smashed up and the other kids taken away. Curt's stubbornness pissed off the thugs, he wouldn't flinch when they shook the cage he was in, he would not fight them when they asked him to. So eventually the thugs got their hands on some very nasty chemicals/toxins, and they chose Curt to be their first test subject.

All Curt recalls from that event was the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life, then nothing, then the bodies of the thugs and other captives all lay butchered. And he knew he was the one responsible. After recovering from the grief of knowing that he had killed some of his fellow orphans he travelled back to the now abandoned and run down orphanage. He tires his best to stay out of public view and has managed to build a slight reputation in his area, people started calling him the "Street Dragon" and the orphanage "The Dragons Lair". He stays in the orphanage during daylight hours and sneaks around looking for thug hideouts and gatherings during the night. One of the larger gangs uses likes to test their new recruits by sending them to grab a brick from the Dragons Lair to prove themselves, not many succeed.

He lives a solitary life in the orphanage but he makes sure that any thug/bandit/criminal that he comes across reconsiders their life choices.

Name: Ally Estrada "Agent"

 Gender: Female

 Age: 17, will be 18 soon

 Appearance: Ally is well-built, standing at 5'4" weighing about 135 pounds. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. Her skin is slightly gold and easily tans during the summer when she's out and about. The only piercings she has are earrings. She has deep brown eyes that go dark in the center and lighter around the edges. She has dark brown, wavy hair and if she doesn't want to do anything with it she'll put it in a ponytail. Most of her clothes are functional. It's easy to find her wearing a figure-fitted T-shirt and jeans with some tennis shoes. If the heat is above 75 degrees F, she'll definitely exchange the T-shirt for a tank-top.

Personality: Ally is a pretty friendly person. She's not afraid to start a conversation with a stranger. She really enjoys talking to people and making new friends. Overall, she's the kind of person who would give you the last of her money if you're hungry, even if she's hungry too. She likes being active and doing physical activities, but she also loves to wind down with a good book and relax by herself. She has a lot of confidence in herself, but doesn't like to show off, unless being silly.
As for her more negative traits, she's very stubborn and doesn't usually compromise easily. If you know which buttons to push she can get angry very easily. Once you do push those buttons, she's pretty good at holding a grudge and most likely won't talk to you.

 Uniform: She wears a black leather jacket modified with a stretchy-spandex material at the joints for more flexibility with a simple black utility belt you can get on eBay and black cargo pants.

 Powers/ Abilities: Ally has the power to turn her whole body into titanium. Because titanium is a low density metal, it doesn't slow her down too much. While in this form, she doesn't have much feeling and must be careful. If this form takes too much damage, her normal form will be seriously injured. A dent in her titanium form could result in a fractured limb, for example. It's also hard to keep this form and it puts a lot of strain on her body.

Because of the limits with her titanium form, Ally also carries around gadgets to help her in combat. Her "gadgets" are items that can be found at a firework stand, such as colored smoke bombs and strobing/flashing candles. Other than this, she relies on her strength and fighting skills to keep her out of danger.

 Bio: Ally gained her powers young. On a walk home, she heard someone screaming. Being how she is, the young girl ran to help whoever it was screaming. In the end it turned out to be a set-up. It was a man who had attempted to kidnap her. Luckily this didn't happen. She was able to run and ended up hiding in a bush while the man continued to race passed her. She felt something in prick her hand and found a needle sticking out. She didn't know if it had been used previously, but the needle did push down into her hand, injecting whatever it was into her bloodstream. Being too young and naive to know the dangers of needles and drugs, she took it out and ran home quickly. Soon, she began to feel strange. She went to bed, and woke up with metallic skin, discovering she was made of metal. After hearing about the incident, excluding the needle, her father, who had been long divorced from her mother, put both her and her younger brother into fighting lessons.

Years later, Ally decided it was time to try her powers. Because of the dangerous activities around town, Ally figured the park would be a pretty secure place to practice transforming. She went behind a few trees, covered by the trees themselves and the brick wall perimeter of the park, she figured no one would see her. So, she tried transforming a few times in and out of the form before feeling paranoid and returning home.

Guest Character Application

[User]
Marcus Winters

 Marcus gritted his teeth. He was beginning to find himself in a perplexing predicament. Trust was becoming a big factor. Is this lizard man in the same situation? Or is he somehow associated with people keeping him captive?

 Marcus had many questions and no answers. His hair on his arms stood on end and so did hairs on the back of his neck. The boy couldn't help but twitch his neck. Hearing the lizard man talk was something unnatural. Marcus looked down at his feet and started kicking at the floor.

 "Okay, I'll play along," he retorted. "You may be cuffed, but I'm not going to trust you." Marcus chose to be honest. The lizard individual turned out to be his only clue to some answers. "Do you know who put us here?"

 Marcus fiddled with the collar on his neck. He started to wonder why he had a brace instead of the giant cuffs. "Do you have a name?" The teen might have been putting his foot in his mouth. It was a serious question. He couldn't be sure if the monster had an identity.

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"No idea. It doesn't make any sense..." He then hisses in frustration. "And as for you trusting me. You might have to learn to. We might be here a while." his last few words came out rather cold, making it fairly clear that he enjoyed this just as much as Marcus did. His tail twitches upon being asked if he had a name.

He emits a low rumbling noise that was reminiscent of a deep sigh. "Street Dragon... that's what people call me at least..." his tone was bitter as again tried his restraints to no effect. "What do they call you? You have some sort of abilities right? Cus I don't think they would stick me in here with some average Joe..." there was a hint of confidence in his words. The lizards tail swept across the floor behind him with a slight *woosh*

[User]
  Marcus eased away from the corner. He expected if the lizard man was going to attack him, the monster would have already done it by now. Even then, Marcus kept one foot in front of him in the case of any funny business. The teen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. There wasn't much of a full agreement between Marcus and lizard man. Trust wasn't going to be something easy to put on the table.

 Marcus bit his lower lip. Something caught him by surprise; the lizard individual continued to confuse him. "He said I would have resort to trusting him, but he gave me an alias. What the hell is a Street Dragon? Can that really be his name?" Marcus coughed and did a quick salute from his forehead.

 "Nice to meet you, 'Street Dragon,' Marcus emphasized the name. He wasn't certain if this was a joke or not, but he decided not make a full comment. Pissing off scaly individual might not be the best course of action. Street Dragon appeared to be a tall glass of water;
 no doubt was he taller than Marcus.

 Marcus then paused his thought process. The lizard man might have easily figured out that Marcus does indeed have powers. That brought up another conflicting decision. Would it be wise to admit to having abilities? What if the place is bugged?

 Marcus studied the room. He kept glancing at the lizard while scanning the room for anything of interest. "My name is Michael." Marcus lied. A fake identity might serve better in the long run. One can never be too careful.

 Marcus stopped looking and stared at the lizard. He placed his hands in his pocket again. There was an acknowledgment that everything was taken from him; he was just making an insane action (repeatedly doing the same action for the same results.) The teen cracked his brow and started forming veins on the forehead. "Damn it," he shouted as he kicked the wall.

 As he formed this action, he glanced at his feet. A feeling of calmness had begun to envelop his body. Marcus chuckled and saw the solution to his problem. The teen focused on Street Dragon and decided to admit the truth. "I could be considered special. I believe I might be able to get out of here."

 Marcus grabbed the back of his shoe and slipped it off his ankle. "They forgot about my tennis," he snickered as he pulled the shoe fully off of his left foot. "Bottoms up," he thought. Marcus started to stuff the foot of his shoe into his mouth. His sharp teeth tore the leather off as he began consuming the footwear. Bites and smacks could be heard as saliva poured out from his lips.

 It was just then that Marcus froze in place. Half of the devoured shoe fell from his mouth. His fingers trembled as he let out an agonized scream. The metallic collar had gone off and had sent electrical surges throughout his body. Marcus could feel his body boiling. "Damn it! What the fuck?!" The pain had sent Marcus on his knees.


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Gender: Female
Species: Human
Job: Priestess Missionary
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Name: Symphony
Gender: N/A~ Answers to male pronouns.
Species: Spirit
Job: Ayrie's Familiar
Appearance: Symphony appears as a slightly larger than average Fennec Fox with white fur and red eyes.

Name: Astoria
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Job: Priestess
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Name: Gerrick
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Job: Priest
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Name: Darrin
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Job: Priest
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[User]
Ayrie appreciated Asran's concern, she felt she could handle it, it would just take time to get used to. When he handed her the plastic card she stared at it, then put it in a hidden pocket on her dress.

"Thank you." She said simply. She felt nervous, as if things were moving too quickly, but she took a moment to take a deep breath and center herself. Squaring her shoulders and trying to produce an air of confidence out of her nerves.

[Assistant] Asran smiled a little, and leaned in to whisper. "It's okay to be nervous Ayrie. Hell I'm nervous for you," he said. Then pat her on the back gently before leading her down the hallway where a iron cast barred door blocked the path. A guard waited there, and Asran showed Ayrie how to swipe her card to open the gate. When they were through Asran lead her to a quiet office that was empty save for a desk. The office had a view of the outside bay. Along with a holy symbol resembling what Ayrie had on the wall. Though it had zero power to it which Asran made sure of. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to visit her at work. "Decorate this place however you'd like. The symbol was a gift from me. So don't worry it's got no real power to it. It's mostly just for decoration."

[User]
"That was nice of you." Ayrie said, running her fingers over the familiar symbol. It had always reminded her of a flower, the way the lines began in the middle and worked their way out like petals. "I think I can make this work..."

She twirled around the room, picturing what she'd like to add to it. Not looking where she was going she bumped into Asran, catching herself on his shirt sleeve.

"Oh! I'm sorry." She blushed.

[Assistant] Asran held Ayrie gently when she bumped into him. His heart was racing a bit as he could smell her soap mixed with her natural scent. "I'm fine, are you okay? Didn't hurt anything falling for. I mean into me," he asked. He blushed as he had inadvertently tried making a really bad pun.

[User] "I'm okay..." Ayrie said, not moving away. This feeling was dangerous, and it made her heart beat fast. She had been through so much the last couple days, it was nice to just be close to someone. The fact that that someone happened to be Asran just felt better. "I mean I feel like an idiot but I'm okay."

[Assistant] Asran smirked, and gently pat Ayrie in the shoulders. He needed to back off a step before things became serious. 'I mean come on. We've barely known each other for a week if even that.' This overly odd attraction he felt towards her was getting to be too much, much to much. "Well anyways, I'm gonna get going I've got stuff to do and some rest to catch up on, You know how it goes running a city," he said quickly barely taking any breaths as he spoke. Then carefully, but quickly excused himself fleeing out the door.

[User]
'I'm such an idiot.' Ayrie thought to herself watching Asran leave. 'Of course I can't expect him to flirt with me, no matter what this strange attraction feels like to me. I'm nobody.'

She sighed and moved to the desk, sitting in the chair and propping her feet on the desk. She spent a few moments staring out the window, then got up and decided to start planning her decorations. She didn't know when she would be needed, but she assumed she would get some sort of sheet that told her who was next in line. After spending a few minutes imagining her office, she stepped out and went to find someone to tell her what was next.

[Assistant]
Asran practically ran all the way back to his office. When he collapsed in his chair he was panting, and then slammed his head into the desk. "God I'm such an idiot," he said. Someone across from him started giggling rather loudly. "yes comrade Gluttony I'd have to agree with that," a familiar female demonic voice said. They had a slight Russian accent that was enough to hear it, but also understand what they said. "Wrath... What the hell are you doing here," he said moving his head to look up at the woman sitting across from him. She was wearing leather bikers attire with a red tube top, and a pair of aviator sunglasses in her jackets breast pocket. She had a leather hat with a chain over the rim, atop windswept blond hair. "What I can't visit a friend," she asked shrugging. "Not when you didn't announce you were coming. So who are you hiding from this time?" The woman looked away, "why do I have to be hiding from someone. I could just genuinely want to see you." Asran very visibly rolled his eyes at the demon lord across from him. "Oh please, give me a little more credit than that," he said.

Lady Wrath looked away toying with her hands nervously. "To be honest comrade Pride is worried about you. He sent me here to check on you see if you are okay. The anniversary is coming up after all." Asran looked away from wrath after raising his head off his desk to lean back in his chair. "I'm fine," he said firmly. "You don't seem fine, you've let priests into your kingdom. Let them shamble around unimpeded even helping them. Did you forget what," Wrath stopped herself from finishing that sentence. As the look Asran gave her was one she envied as the pure rage on his face made even her frightened.

"I'm sorry," she said. Asran let out a deep sighing breath as he rubbed at his forehead. "I'm fine Wrath, you don't need to worry so much," he said. Wrath just nodded, "I know you say you are. But, until I can make sure I am staying here. Along with filling a complete report for Pride to be satisfied with as well." Asran was tired very tired so he didn't bother arguing. Especially since he knew Wrath loved to argue, "How long do you think it'll be?" Wrath just shrugged as even she wasn't sure. "Great... I'll set you up in the guest house I have," he said shutting his eyes.

"Don't worry so much Asran, things will be over before you know it. Plus I can help you take out those priests. No need to thank me," she said. "Zotova don't even think about it. You'll only cause me trouble if you do that. I have things handled," he snapped. Zotova just let out an amused purr only to earn a hissing growl back from Asran. "Don't Zotova, you know I'm stronger than you. Don't make me hurt you," He said still growling. Only for Zotova to boop him on the nose with a finger. "Not as weakened as you are right now. It'd be like drowning a sack of kittens to beat you as you are. You keep refusing to eat your staple food. Hmm, maybe feeding you those priests will do you some good. Starting with that priestess, I'm sure with how long you've been around her. The thoughts crossed your mind a few dozen times alrea," Zotova was interrupted by Asran slamming his fists into his desk. Making the whole thing tremble. "Don't, even, think, about, it," Asran said his eyes glowing.

[User]
Ayrie was settled into what seemed like an interrogation room. It was the only place safe enough for her to meet with the prisoners on her list today, as they were some of the worst. Her yellow dress stood out starkly against the grey walls of the room, making her look like a daffodil in a dark cave. She had seen three so far, all to the same end- none of them wanted to confess or have their last rights. They wanted to frighten her, as a result her determination was waning as she asked for the last prisoner of the day to be brought to her.

The next man was sent in in chains, wearing a browm jumpsuit with numbers printed on it. His face gave her the worst impression, his eyes were dark brown with circles beneath, and there were scars on his face.

"Hello... Samuel." Ayrie said, looking at her sheet. "My name is Ayrie. I'm here to offer a place for safe confession, and if you'd like final rights."

The man just smiled at her, his eyes hungry and crazed. "Helllo Ayyyrie." He drawled.

"Please, have a seat. Guard, you may wait outside, with the door open please." Ayrie said brightly, trying not to allow the man to get under her skin. He just smiled wider, almost as if this was exactly what he wanted. The guard, smarter than the average muscle for hire, sat the man down and shackled him to the chair.

"You look like a nice lady. What are you doing here?" Samuel asked, his smile never leaving his face.

"I told you. Confessions and last rights. Is there anything you'd like to talk about? Any regrets you have?" She was still trying to project an air of aloof kindness.

"I regret not taking a woman like you to my shack." He said, his voice rising as he spoke. "I regret allowing the last one to live long enough to escape and tattle on me! I regret..."

"Guard!" Ayrie shouted. Her heart was beating fast as the man stared at her, still shouting his regrets at her as she stood and backed away.

It took too long for the guard to arrive, it felt like ages to Ayrie. He finally did and got the man unshackled from the chair and pulled him from the room, still shouting obscenities at her.

"Ohh my god..." Ayrie whispered, taking a gasping breath. She stood there for some time, composing her emotions as best as she could. When she was finally able to move she went straight to her office, grabbed her things, and bee lined for the exit to the prison. She swiped her card to leave and gave the guard a teary smile as she left, practically running outside to the taxi that was waiting for her.

[Assistant]
After Zotova left her cackling laugh rang in his head. She had gotten under his skin tore an anger fueled reaction from him. She always loved seeing what strings she could pull to get her fellow sin lords enraged. Which was usually why she fled here to hide from them. Damn his kindness, and her ability to take advantage. "Dammit," He sighed out. He leaned against his desk, and set his face into his hands. He was so tired now, twice more than he had been before.

When he got a call Asran answered on the third ring. "Hello," he asked cooly. What he heard made him shoot out of his chair knocking it over. "What! Get that prisoner into the holding pen. I'll come there to collect him, personally."

[User]
The taxi dropped Ayrie off in front of Markus's temple, as she didn't yet feel like faving the priests. She went to the courtyard and sat on a bench, still jumping at every little sound. She felt like she would zap anything that came into her path, so she decided to sit and meditate for a while. Seeing that it was nearly dinner time, she didn't have much longer before the priests came out in search of her, but she wasn't nearly as afraid of them as she was of hurting someone.

"Ayrie? What are you doing here?" Markus asked softly, standing at a distance as if he could sense her fear.

"Markus... I-i didn't know where else to go..." Ayrie said, tears finally falling from her eyes. "I just h-had the w-worst day..."

"Oh, my dear." He sat beside her, putting his arm comfortingly behind her to allow her to rest her head. "Tell me. What can I do to help you?"

Ayrie thought for a few moments, using the time to compose herself.

"Teach me something to defend myself." She said. "I need to know more defensive magics. Something to bind, maybe, and silence." She spat the last word out as if it were an attack.

"Of course my dear. Let us begin." He stood and motioned for her to follow him inside, where they went inside a practice room that he had heavily sheilded. "Anything you do in here stays in here. You cannot harm me, nor can I harm you, and nothing can escape. We will begin with a binding spell..."

[Assistant]
When Asran got to the prison his blood was practically boiling. He flashed his credentials, and swiped his pass at the check points. Making his way deep inside the prison to the special holding pen. It was like a drunk tank the man who'd verbally assaulted Ayrie was there. Looking at Asran with a smug look of amusement. "So, that tasty doll was your piece of meat? Man wait till it gets to the others. We are gonna have so much fun with her. I can't waste to taste her flesh when I get out," he said laughing. Only to hear the door be torn off the hinges cutting his laugh short. He looked at the mayor fear replacing the mug expression quickly. "No, no, I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't know she was yours. I didn't know please," he begged.

Asran walked out of the prison wiping blood off his face, and hands with a moist towel. "How was it," one of the guards asked chuckling. "Disgusting, but filling," he said with a scowl. The guard nodded as he regained his stony stance.

Asran made his way to the one place he had a feeling Ayrie would have gone. He waited outside of the training room. He didn't notice he had blood on his shirt.

[User]
Ayrie was sweating by the time Markus had run her through the three spells he had decided to teach her. She was also exhausted but her thoughts were no linger on the men at the prison, and she was confident she could handle them better the next time.

"That's enough for tonight, you had better get home soon." Markus said, he opened the training room door to see Asran. "Sir, good evening. You have a little..." He pointed to his shirt wear the blood stain was on Asran's.

Ayrie was fixing her hair and hadn't seen Asran yet, but she heard Markus speaking to someone and wiped the sweat from her face.