[System]
Age: 17
Crest: Knowledge
Appearance:
Bio:
 Aaric was born into a very affluent family. His father and mother got along fairly well, and Aaric had neutral (bordering resentment) relationship toward his parents. However, the oddity was that his parents were absent most of the time due to work. Especially coupled with the fact that he was the only child, Aaric had little interaction with other people, minus the occasional silent nanny that came over to clean the house and the family dog. Fortunately Aaric had access to large swaths of books and resources thanks to his parents wealth, odd choices, and lack of computers. Out of the extensive collection, he would usually ignore the more scientific books in favor for more lore intensive studies, including extensive fantasies, historical non-fiction, and even advanced literary works when age permitted him understanding.

 By himself, Aaric had learned to become somewhat independent, learning to cook, to laundry, and to take care of the dog whenever the maids were not present. He even biked to school on most occasions. Though, these skills were gained more out of necessity, as his parents refused to provide him with a myriad butlers or maids to take care of him. More often than not, Aaric was left to his own devices when it came to management of the house. However, despite not providing great amounts of servants, Aaric's parents hired numerous tutors that visited the estate after Aaric went to school, nearly everyday. This left Aaric with a surprising lack of free time.

 With the influences of his somewhat privileged and "freed" life, Aaric gained some amount of independency. However, in school, with tutors, and with the rare servant, Aaric rarely had any real human to human interaction, leaving him inexperienced with conversation and relationship. In addition, because he grew up on literature based on fantasy and history, Aaric had a certain "disposition" that made him a little bit more "romantic" yet "flatter" than others of his age. Often, kids of his age usually stayed away from him due to his eccentricity and inflexibility toward others.

 Now approaching the halfway point of age 17, Aaric is successful in his schooling. However, he is, as of now, ignorant to the fact that there is much more to this life other than eat, study, and sleep.

Name: Hakase
Personality: A easy going yet witty digimon. Often, Hakase will crack sardonic criticism with the worst of it occurring in his rookie form. Despite his habit, however, most of his judgements are actually quite reasonable, albeit in a manner that might not be all that appropriate. In addition, Hakase knows a great deal about the current state of the digital world but chooses not to flaunt his knowledge in favor for more critical assessments of character.

Stage- Baby
Species: Botamon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Acid Bubble - Shoots acid bubbles from his mouth

Stage- In-Training
Species: Koromon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Acid Bubbles - Shoots acid bubble from his mouth
 2: Soft Tackle - Uses the body to tackle opponent

Stage- Rookie
Species: Hakase Agumon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Hakase Bo - Employs his professor baton to sway the target.
 2: Baby Flame - Shoots a small flame from his mouth.
 3: Claw Attack - Uses his claw to beat down on an opponent.

Stage- Champion
Species: Wizardmon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Magical Games - A technique that can have varying mindgame-esque elements
 2: Electro Squall - Releases lighting from hand or staff
 3: Blink Breeze - Release an icy blast of wind from the staff

Stage- Ultimate
Species: Wisemon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Pandora Dialogue - Captures and stores the attacks of the opponent that can later be used later with great speed and potency.
 2: Eternal Nirvana - Captures a digimon into the Space-Time stones for any desired time.

Stage- Mega
Species: Ancient Wisemon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Proteus Mirror - Can replicate any attack that has been observed and absorbed by his mirror raised to Hakase's power level
 2: Laplace no Ma - Imprisons a digimon into the spirit world for any desired time
 3: Elder Sign - Summons a powerful interdimensional being to fight for Hakase
Other:

[User]
Z noticed the sky open up. Though he was not particularly religious he did think aliens existed and stuff. So he immediately fell to his knees and hid behind his Digimon. Scrunching up to do so. "What the ffffuck!?" He spat with confusion and fear. Ludomon chuckled. "No worries here pal just listen up. This is proof you're the real deal." Franky lifted his head to look at the angel from his position. When he took the time to look at her through squinted eyes he could make out a fair woman. Thank god I don't get seizures. He thought looking at the light she had shining around her.

The orbs appearing made him fall back. His instinct made him want to scatter. He's seen this before in games bosses when they summon multiple orbs to kill everyone with. Dark Souls truly brought down his level of hope in video games. Never would he try run in the wheel of some sick game. Yet here he was with virtual monsters in a virtual world. Though he didn't know this. So when the light came his way he flinched. Wait did she say we are the only ones?

He expected to be hurt, or at least protected by his Digimon. But instead he felt something clasp on his wrist. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the device he had. This was the first time he felt somewhat good. Its style was unique to anything sold on the market. But similar enough. But if I can't take it off it's clearly a bomb. He thought with his lips curling with fear. Ludomon simply looked at his partners reaction and chuckled. "Humans are hilarious!"

"Find HER crests huh?" He thought about this. He was being sent on a mission with a party like any old rpg. He couldn't help but feel this moment was a bit showy. For an angel to come and demand things from them was curious. He couldn't shake his doubt of this being some kind of purgatory, the angel confirming this being some kind of major religious event going down. He's seen a movie about something like this. Where the randomly chosen people had already died unexpectedly and were reborn with one last shot at life to fight to the death against monsters. He gripped his chest, mortified. Did that asshole shoot me? Did my boss not really buy bulletproof glass!? THAT CHEAP BASTARD!

Suddenly she began speaking to him. He looked up and saw the light she indicated which turned into a recognizable form. A glowing yellow star with a trail, much like a comet. Though a bit childish looking in his opinion. He preferred something that could be on a metal cover. He noticed the light form a ring around everyone. He looked at the light show in mere awe. "My hope huh? The hell does that mean?"

[Assistant]
Alex, as well as the chess piece running after her, came to an abrupt halt as the wind around them began to pick up. She could only watch in awe at what looked like an angel made herself present in front of the ragtag group. Judging by the outfit, Alex would have guessed that this person wasn't as pure as angels are often depicted, but she kept her mouth shut in fear of getting attacked or something.

As the being made several orbs appear in front of her, Alex unconsciously stepped back. She knew all about the 'Orbs of Death', a trope present in most fantasy stories and video games. It looked like Z had the same though judging by his reaction, which ultimately made the short haired brunette suppress a laugh. However, she quickly recomposed herself when she felt the chess piece from earlier giving her a hollow stare. As the orbs grew closer, Alex tensed, shutting her eyes and expecting the worse, but what she was greeted with was the sound and feeling of something wrapping around her wrist. Yellow green eyes quickly opened and she could only gawk at the strange device she had now acquired.

Of course, being who she was, Alex immediately began prodding at the device, attempting to pull it off and even gnawing on it.
"Um, milady? Please don't do that. That is a very important device that will help save our world." The creature said in the most calming way he possibly could. "...S-So this world is the Digiworld? Why is i-it in peril? What's wrong with it?" She blurted out, surprised at even herself for noticing how easy it was to talk to the life sized pawn. Said pawn simply shook its head before sighing. "You will know in due time, milady." It mumbled out before bringing its attention back to the angel figure above.

Alex could only watch as the being soon bought it's attention to her, telling her to 'reassume thy Reliability', followed by a familiar symbol of a cross with four right triangles inverted to frame said cross. Reliability...her? Well, if it was referring to the pawn that kept following her, then yes, that was very accurate, but what kind of Reliability could she have with a body like this? Was she meant to gain the dependency of these strangers? It felt impossible, especially since she can barely do anything for herself, let alone for other people...

Was she offended by what the angel asked her to do? No, not really, but it was clear that she wasn't the best choice to do something like this. Thankfully, one of the vulgar teenagers - Dorotea was it? - practically spoke for her, and all of them really. They didn't look cut out for this at all...
"I am very positive you can do this, milady. With the help of me and the others, you can do this." The pawn said truthfully before nodding and bowing slightly. "Allow me to assist you, milady. This is the one request I will not accept 'no' as an answer."

Still unsure of what to make of this, Alex lowered her head.
"...I w-wanna think about it..." She mumbled before looking up and over at Z, who seemed to be confused by what his crest meant. "My hope huh? The hell does that mean?" were is exact words, and while almost everything about the older man was a bit silly and endearing, she felt pity on him for being forced to acquire such a vague thing.

Shuffling over slowly as not to scare the man, Alex, along with the chess piece silently following behind, brought a hand up slightly to get his attention before speaking up.
"...I-It's expecting or believing that something will happen. U-Um, do you expect anything to happen right now?" She asked, oblivious to how these crests and virtues still work. They had to 'be the crests, in order to find the crests', right?

[User]
Aaric and Hakase lifted their heads towards the sky attentive to the heavenly announcement. Aaric, once again, was indifferent. This grandiose display of light and power did not quite impress Aaric, almost as if there was a certain familiarity towards events such as these. Far too often had Aaric seen images of angels, their depictions, and functions in the multitude of stories he's read. The only that inspired a speck of curiosity in Aaric was the split design of that heavenly being.

 "Experience true knowledge," the voice directed at Aaric. He did not think too much of this statement. To Aaric, knowledge was just knowledge, and nothing else. It was simply a tool that was to could be attained and then used; that was its primary purpose. Aaric looked down onto his left wrist to find that a strange watch-like gadget had been placed. It was somewhat odd that this bracelet did not catch the attention of Aaric. Perhaps he was far too withdrawn within himself to notice or too attentive to the voice that was above the group's heads.

 "Quite the display, right-gya?" Hakase asked Aaric. To answer the question, Aaric began to turn his head towards Hakase, only to be met with the gaze of an unfamiliar creature.

 "YAAAH!!!" Aaric yelled in surprise. As he stumbled backwards away from the lab-coated lizard, Aaric tripped on a root. In what seemed like slow motion, Aaric tightly shut his eyes, bracing himself for the impact his bottom was about to receive. Touchdown, his romp was now very much hurt. After Aaric dressed his wounds, he turned his attention towards the little dinosaur. "Who-who are you?"

 The dinosaur softly chuckled. In a differently toned voice, he replied, "I'm still Hakase-gya. You know that little koromon that was at your side-gya? Digivolved when Mastemon appeared-gya. Yep, I'm an Agumon-gya… Hey, are you listening-gya?" Aaric was staring at Hakase, dumbfounded. Once again, Aaric found himself staring into the gap within his knowledge, the void that Aaric never wanted to visit. Never in his entire life would he imagine a small dinosaur wearing a lab coat and an Oxford cap, until now.

 Hakase waited for Aaric's reply. After a few short seconds, Hakase sighed. Waving one of his sleeves towards Aaric, Hakase teased, "Hello, anybody in there-gya?" Aaric jolted.

 "Present!"

 Hakase sighed once more. "Your the most observant being that I've met so far." Hakase said in a sarcastic tone.

 "I am?" Aaric asked. Hakase looked at Aaric disdainfully. Hakase raised his arm, Aaric's eyes following the motion. Then with one swift move, Hakase did a karate chop on Aaric's head, causing Aaric to recoil and place his hands on the impact site.

 "That was a sarcastic comment, blockhead! Pay more attention-gya!" Hakase immediately replied.

 "Ow…" Aaric continued to say. He quickly maneuvered his eyes towards Hakase's eyes. "I may have not picked up on the sarcasm, but that doesn't give you the authority to give me a smacking!"

 "Oh don't complain-gya," Hakase retorted. "If you don't learn to converse with others, then your journey-gya will be more difficult-gya! Communication skills are key when it comes to crucial missions, skills that you evidently are short on-gya!" Hakase leaned in closer towards Aaric. "Not to mention attentiveness-gya!" Aaric motioned to open his mouth but clenched his teeth instead. Hakase could easily read that Aaric was reluctant to accept this criticism but knew that it was all too true. Hakase then swiftly made a 180 degree turn, shifting his attention towards the Angel digimon. Aaric followed suit, begrudgingly.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 15 years old

Species: Land Shark

Personality: Luka is quite quick on the nibbles as he is always hungry and will eat almost anything he can get his hands on. He seems to have a bottomless stomach and pretty much anything can fit in his mouth.

Other than that, he is almost always constantly happy and optimistic.

Likes:
-Food
-Friends
-Friendly people
-Bright things
-Soft things

Dislikes:
-Bad food
-Accidentally eating rocks
-Mean people
-People who looked friendly but actually weren't
-Spiky things

History: When Luca was born, he was quite a normal land shark. However, when he was about 10 years old, an old prophet came to his community and for some reason he didn't understand, he was exiled from his land shark brethren and sentenced to wander.

He is currently roaming in search of other people like himself, and also for the prophet that visited his community to ask why he was exiled.

Other: He has a variety of elemental and buffing nibble attacks.

[User]
In a sudden motion his seat, at the time Peter chest, stood up causing the not so amused harpy to fall off him in surprise and land face first into the moist floor. He moved up from the floor just a bit seeing Peter pacing around complaining . He hummed in a not pleased fashion. Standing up and ruffling his poor feathers to get some of the dust off. He watched Peter for some more moments. It wouldnt be nice to trip him, humhum concluded. Hearing Luka talk to someone, he shifted his attention over.
Walking pass, Peter towards Luka, Humhum did do something he saw humans do all the time. Slapping him over that metal hat thing he tended to wear.
''Luka to who are you talking mmm?'' He asked, looking over and noticing the creature. ''Hello mmm... Are you mmm long here? '' He waved at the creature in question grabbing one of the rusty bars with his claw. Starting to pull at it. Letting pretty much his silent anger at the bar out. It did him good as he started to flap his wings, tugging at it with lot of force. The claw clenching even more thigh around it as if he wasnt able to deiced if he wanted to pull the bar out or clench it dust. It did worked calming at humhum after a bit. Taking a short break from that activity. ''Do you want mmm out too, like us mhm? Maybe we can help each mmm other?'' He tilted his head at the neighbour prisoner creature before listening carefully as he went to his activity of tugging vigorously at the rusty bar.

[Assistant]
Setheran the monster, watched them, all thoughts of trying to chew his way out lost. He could escape right that moment; he knew he might have a good chance at escaping. The problem was that he didn't have a guaranteed chance to escape, because a hundred guards would overpower him, with the organization and cleverness of their commander.

But getting a random group of misfits to help him would make it very much more likely to escape. So, he withdrew his snout from between the bars, and coughed several more times, as he made his way to the edge of the door. He appeared to be looking for something in particular, as he dragged his snout along the edges of his door, nudging each spot where the bolts holding the door to the hallway were at.

And in a minute, he had pushed out all the pins in the stupidly-designed door clearly meant for dumb creatures, and the great door came crashing down into the hallway with a loud bang!

And then Seth the creature stepped out of his cage, looked back and forth, and then spit on the tops of the neighboring cell's bars, where the metal met metal at the very top, against the ceiling. A moment later, the tops of the bars were melted through, and Seth took a bar in his teeth, and veeerrryyyy slowly began bending it out, into the hall, starting to make a hole.

[User]
"What the hell is that?" gulped Artemis, rolling onto his front. He watched through the bars of his cell fearfully as the big creature lumbered towards them. "Woahhh, hold up a minute, big boy. I'm not very tasty, you see, I'm a fish who has been out of water for a while now..." He watched in horror as the monster spat on the top of the bars and burnt the bars. "Jesus Christ...." gasped Artemis, slowly flopping backwards in fear. The creature took a bar in its great jaws and slowly began bending the bar in a downwards direction. "Now come on, now, we don't need to do that" soothed the blobfish, a crack in his voice revealing his fear. This creature was obviously trying to break in and eat them. There was no other explanation for it.

Images of Artemis's body oozing blood and guts in the creatures mouth flashed through his mind. He might be immortal but goddammit, that would hurt! "Seriously, boy, you don't have to do that" whispered Artemis, finding himself in the very back corner of the cell. He whimpered in fear before noticing his companions looked unfazed by the creature at their door. "Yeah, don't worry guys, there's just a huge freaking monster breaking into our cell, I'm probably just overreacting here!" he barked sarcastically. "Sorry that I don't want to be digested over the course of next week and slowly push myself out of a monsters rect-OH JESUS".

The creature had broken down the bars and Artemis was pretty sure he'd shit a small stone.

[Assistant]
Once the upper parts of the bars were melted the one bar Humhum was tugging much easier gave in to him, bending into the cell. He hummed much more pleased. The friendly creature was bending them outsider and Humhum decide to let him do that.
There were others things to get done. Someone would have to carry their still passed out friend alpaca and the too slow for escaping fish.

Walking over to the blob fish who for some reason was going father and father into the corner. Shrugging it off as something Artemis tended to do a lot beside the complain like talk he often had. Smiling at him and humming he tried to complement him. ''Dont be silly I am sure you taste great. mhm mhm mhm~ '' Humhum reached his leg out his claw grabbing around his fish friend. ''Some one mhhhh has to carry Hee~na too mhm~'' He pointed helpfully deciding to not slow himself by carrying her, she was heavier than a fish.

Humhum holding Artemis in his claw flattered easily out the now several outside bend bars. He balanced easily one one leg the fish in his claws pretty much in eye level with the helpfully creature. ''Thank you mmmhm~ We should go left I can feel mmmmmuch~ fresher air that way. mmm''  He patiently waited for all the others to get out before setting on. He will have to groom himself for hours the moment they were outside.

[User]
"Thank you mister!"

Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend.

"Can you tell us your name, mister?"

[Assistant]
Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here.

So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad.

So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.

[User]
The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke.

''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.''

There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise.

'' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. ''

He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.

[Assistant]
Artemis blinked in confusion as he was dropped and caught again. "Oh, okay, bird-man, just throw me around like I'm a football" he muttered to himself. "Sure, lets use the immortal virgin blobfish as a ball to throw at each other, that sounds great". The blobfish had calmed slightly as he saw the monster was not a monster at all - it understood Luka and had scratched its name into the floor with its horn. Well, perhaps it was still a monster but at least it was a sentient monster. As he shifted slightly in Humhum's claws, he glanced around him. The corridor was long and dark, with paved flooring with hay strewn everywhere.

"God, I'd love to roll in the hay sometime" he said out loud. "No, Humhum! I only mean that metaphorically! It was a joke, a joke! Don't throw me into the hay!" Artemis calmed himself somewhat and looked around at his companions. Peter, the metal man and Heena, the alpaca-llama thing, still stood in the cell, motionless. "Well, Jesus Christ, guys, don't let us hold you back" he said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to carry you on this adventure or something? We're trying to discover ourselves, not how freakin' heavy a man in a diving suit is!"

The blobfish sighed. "Well, anyway, seeing as this sentient-monster-thingy isn't going to eat us, we should get out of here. Which way?"

[User]
"My Lord!" General Suckfudg shouted, running in from a doorway beside the throne, "The prisoners have escaped!"

It was then that he noticed that all of the other soldiers had gotten down onto their knees and were crying with their king.

"For god's sake..."

He ran around the throne until he was in front of the king.

"My lord!" He said again, making sure the king could hear him speak, "The prisoner's have escaped!"

"How is that possible?!" the King said incredulously,

"It seems they had assistance from the beast in the opposite cell!"

"Damn it!" the King cried to the heavens, [c]"Why must this happen to me! Have my sacrifices not been enough? I will not let all of my effort be in vain!"[/b] He turned to a nearby soldier, the tears drying on his face leaving behind a golden glow. "Release the Consumer of Worlds!"

Behind him, the soldiers gasped.

"B-but my lord!" the soldier said, "What about the Prophecy?"

"I have read the prophecy hundreds of times!" He said, "I know what risks I am taking, but they cannot be allowed to continue any further!"

The soldier hurridly ran off to release the beast.

"For the good of the world, they must die." He said.
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"What's that sound?" Luka asked.

It sounded like there was a tornado just outside the walls, but they were deep underground, it couldn't have been a tornado. Suddenly, there was an almighty roar and the noise stopped.

"Um..." He said. There was silence all about the dungeon. "What was-"

Suddenly, an almighty crack! was heard and the back wall of their cell suddenly shattered into dust and was sucked into a gigantic mouth! The mouth was so massive that he couldn't see anything past it, and then it started to loose chains and bones into its mouth. The suction was so strong that wind started to howl, and he could see Peter was getting sucked in!

"Peter! Noooooo!" But he could do nothing as Peter's metal form was slowly pulled into the yawning abyss of the creature's mouth. It was all he could do to hold pull himself from bar to bar, struggling towards the hole where the others were. Something large and white flew over his head, and he looked back to see...

"No! Not Heena too!"

But he could barely hold on as he was, there was no way he could save her. He struggled towards his friends, until his feet could touch solid ground.

"We need to run!" He shouted over the wind, the wind wasn't as strong but he could feel its strength growing quickly. He picked up Artemis in his teeth and took off as fast as he could, hoping that none of the others would meet the same fate.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 35

Birthday: February 29

Blood Type : B-

Height: 8'2"

Weight: 398 lbs

Measurements: I have no idea how this part works.

Likes: Exercising, Horses, Large hats, Text books, Non-fiction books, Vegtables, Working, Pharona

Dislikes: Cosmetics, Scratchy clothing, Candy, Cars, Explosions, Fire

Parasite/Living Weapon: Pharona: A Remote Parasite that forms itself as a little girl on top of the giant, she stole part of Angus's brain to bond with each other. Pharona must keep constant contact to the head at all times, it can be touched from any point of the small body, but Pharona prefers to sit on Angus's shoulders as it is much more comfortable for her body. For being able to live on his shoulders and feeding her, she is able to give the body an immense amount of growth and muscle generation once combined and making the body extremely agile and flexible making his size deceptive for opponents. She controls Angus's body completely, but Angus can have control of his own body whenever the two aren't fighting. If they would ever be inside of a fight, Pharona and Angus switch between controls to do rather devastating combos.

Apperance:

Biography: Living inside of the Canopy Kingdom, he was always a rather large kid when growing up through his life. However, it wasn't the muscles that made him large, it was actually his fat that made him so big. An easy target for kids to laugh at him at a young age, Angus tried everything to make him lose weight from weight loss pills to becoming a vegan. However, nothing worked for him making the ridiculed boy depressed for several years, even dropping out of school.

When he reached the age of eighteen, his parents as a last ditch attempt to get him out of his depression as nothing seemed to be working, his own personal gym. They set up the rather expensive home gym just for their son and tried to push him to get out of his deep depression. He never used it, making his parents give up on trying to get him to leave his deep sadness. Leaving the house to figure out if they could return the home gym, they were involved inside of a fatal car accident by a random drunk driver hitting them from the side, instantly killing both of his parents. After hearing the news, Angus had decided to use the home gym in honor of his parents and not letting their lives go to waste.

Several years later, Angus is now 25 with his birthday the next day, he was a changed man. The fat that had been retained had become slimier, but it still remained under the fat. However, under that fat was pure muscle that made him able to lift and carry most things than any regular person could ever hold! Later in the day, he was outside ready to get some groceries to celebrate his birthday until in the corner of his eyes saw something stir the trashcans. Curiosity gripped the man, and he peeked his head around the corner to find two large men wearing suits stuffing something that was muffled and squirming into the bag. He immediately knew what to do, grabbing a nearby trashcan lid, Angus quickly threw the disc towards one of the men to hit one directly in the head, immediately knocking the fiend out. The other man, quickly realizing what was happening pulled out his gun, and started firing upon Angus giving time for the squirming thing get out of the bag. Angus ducked behind some trash, but soon realized that the creature they were shoving into some dirty bag was a little girl, and that further enticed him to punch that guy shooting at him. The loud gun shots of the pistol were soon replaced by clicks and Angus knew what to do at that point. Quickly, he ran up to the man and sucker punched that man right into the jaw, leaving his body to slam into a nearby wall and collapse. Angus was finally done with those thugs and looked upon the little girl staring at him with wide eyes, the large man was about to say something to the little girl, but she suddenly latched onto his face with surprising speed and Angus blacked out on touch.

The large man soon found himself waking up on his bed, his head feeling like it was splitting into two while something else was stabbing something into his eye. Angus was thinking if that heroic act was all in his mind produced by drinking? He never drank alcohol that night, however, but when he tried to rub his head, he touched something. Angus quickly screamed, which also made his mind scream like an actual little girl. Angus looked up to see that the little girl he rescued was latched onto the back of his head... After several hours of explaining as her voice echoed through his mind, this entire thing was insane. Several days after staying inside of his house, Angus finally accepted the fact that he now had to share his body with some parasite that took apart of his brain... His life is kinda messed up at the moment.

Special Attacks/Blockbusters:

Iron Thighs(Level One) - If within grabbing range, Pharona commands the body to jump and grab the enemy's head between his thighs. He then squeezes his thighs together and causes moderate damage and smashes them into the ground leaving the enemy dazed for one second.

Running Man(Level Two) - Angus goes into a mad dash, anyone in the path takes a large amount of damage and are thrown into the air. However, if blocked, the damage will be low but will still be thrown into the air.

The Full Workout(Level Three) - Pharona and Angus control the body in sync to create a devastating combo. Angus suddenly tears out a large piece of the ground starts to smashes it against the enemy repeatedly until it is only rubble. Pharona takes control and jumps high into the air, the massive body weight speeds them down and the body points the large knees towards the enemy and directly lands on top of the person, crushing them completely.

[User] Ash looks in between the Egret, and the boxer girl next to her "Your name is Ja--" Ash is interrupted by Gale suddenly leaving her side, scurrying along the road, towards a tall man. The Gigan starts to say something, but stops, resting the barrel of her cannon on the Egret's stomach "Your name is Jane, right?" she continues "Should I just knock this guy out? He seems resilient, and I don't want to wait long enough for more people to get hurt." Ash explains. She begins to tighten her grip on the Egret, in an attempt to suffocate him "Or, do you want your way with him? I just want to get Gale home." she pleads, cocking her head in the bat's direction "If you get arrested, I can pull a few strings."

[Assistant]
Jane giggled a little as Gale snorted at her joke. Well, it was kinda a joke, she was getting a little bored just waiting around for more people to fight. Luckily, someone appeared to cure her boredom. More specifically, a ridiculously large man, almost as big as a gigan, and a little girl, his daughter she presumed, riding on his shoulder. He asked the three of them to stop with the soldier strangling in a surprisingly calm and well thought out way, even acknowledging he didn't know the full situation. Still though, he was loyal to the Egrets, an idiotic decision at best.

Gale immediately got on his case, explaining herself and their actions. She also called Jane a friend, which was... quite refreshing. She finished her explanation with a rather ominous conclusion. She then said something to Ash after tugging at her and giving a glare to the unconscious body of BE#2. After that, she got curious of the kicking noise the dude's daughter was making. Being a bat she couldn't see, Jane guessed. She violated the dude's space bubble in an attempt to get to it, and he got kinda scared. The little girl clearly didn't understand the gravity of the situation, did she?

Gale and the girl conversed a little more, but Jane's attention was pulled away from that conversation to another. Ash asked if Jane wanted to knock the Renoir crony out, and Jane thought it over for a minute. "Hmm. You do it. You and Gale seem to have a lot of beef with these guys. And, uh, thanks for the help, I guess." Jane said, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly as Ash offered to, quote unquote, pull some strings. Jeez, you didn't have to do that stuff for someone you just met! Though, Jane couldn't say she wasn't happy about it. "By the way, I don't think I caught your name. I'm Jane, duh, and this is Franky." She said, lifting her right arm up to show her new friend her old friend. "Uhm. Hi?" Franky mumbled, not wanting to even be in this situation.

[User]
Pharona quickly pulled back her hand as she was startled from the squeak that was produced from the bat girl, she soon giggled again as she realized that Angus was completely scared of this little feral girl that was currently on him. Once she was finally climbing off Angus, the man could finally relax and not have to punch the bat girl off out of pure panic that was enveloping him, however, he wasn't really ready to talk yet as being quite disturbed so the large man tried to find his happy place as Pharona continued to listen to the girl. "You don't have to worry about this big guy," patting his buzz-cut hair while speaking, "I think he still has problems after having a bad experiences with some animals recently, but I'm sure he will be fine!" She soon started to feel embarrassed as she was corrected about the bat girl actually being the host, not the parasite, it has been quite some time actually talking to someone like her.

After a few moments of silence from the feral and the Gigan asking something to the other parasite, they had finally come up with a response that got Pharona out of her thought bubble. The little girl clapped her hands excitedly as she was given the permission to talk to her own kind, but she first needed to ask Angus about something. "Hey, Angus. I'm going to talk to another parasite if that is ok with you, I'm just warning you since you care all about my safety and you are always nice to me." Angus gave her only a small grunt within his mind, giving her his permission to do so, but was still quite angry at Phrona. "Uh... Ok, I would wish to speak to your sword. I mean parasite!" Pharona sheepishly said.

[Assistant]
A loud bang attracted Nikolai's attention, and his head snapped in the direction of its source. He weighed his curiosity against his caution, and his curiosity won. In the dark alley way that hid his form, he grabbed a pipe and scrabbled onto the roof, took a run up and started jumping rapidly from rooftop to roof top, towards the source of the loud noise. What he saw when he arrived exceeded his expectations and made him smile.

A chaotic scene met his vision, with a certain group in the middle of it. A gigan holding up a man in uniform, a feral bat sticking close to her and a few others. Quite a curious bunch of others, especially for a town like little Innsmouth. But it wasn't that which made him smile, it was what Oculus had detected.
"Multiple lifeforms detected." Oculus had said. Presence of multiple parasite weapons confirmed.
A red reticule appeared in his vision, outlining the parasites occupying their respective hosts. Nikolai made a mental note of their appearances and what they were doing.
"How convenient." He thought to himself.

Within a half hour of leaving his home, he'd stumbled on several subjects differing natures, which was exactly what he needed. He wanted to study their habits, and how their parasites affected their daily lives. He was especially curious about the gigan girl, who's parasite weapon wasn't apparent.
"Likely an inner organ, or at least internally based..." He observed.
He would've liked to study them and ask them questions, but they were making a scene. Nikolai glared with disdain at the growing crowd. No-he couldn't walk up to them with the crowd like it was. But that was fine.

Nikolai hid his presence on the rooftops instinctively, content to watch the events unfold. This was a good time to collect information.

[User]
"Scared of animals..?" Gale repeated in a confused tone, continuing to pick at her teeth before realizing what about her was perceived as scary. "Oh, I get it. These fangs, right?" she asked, flashing him a big, toothy smile. "Don't be afraid. I get woozy when I come near meat or any food with blood in it," she explained, her smile reverting to the thin line of a mouth that it had been, "my family is...was, full of just fruit bats. These teeth are sort of just for show." She inhaled smoothly before exhaling through clenched teeth. "If you're ready," she said in a softer tone, shuddering as Brandy's connections began to override her control. A sharp screech similar to feedback escaped her royal purple lips and pierced the strangely quiet air before dying down, replaced by a dull static.

After a few seconds of that tedious static, Gale's eyes took on that same phantasmic yellow hue with the radiant light seemingly pouring out of her eyeballs. "Hello?" Brandy whispered, speaking in the static accent that only parasites and living weapons could seem to understand. "Who exactly am I speaking to? Gale has been explaining all that she can detect, but not even I can see. There is only so much a parasite like me can do," he breathed, clasping the glowing sword in her small fist.

[Assistant]
Pharona patted Angus's head once again and started to speak inside his mind, "See, you shouldn't be afraid of her. Even though her temper is quite uncontrollable, she is just a nice bat girl." Angus merely grunted once again, he usually does that when angry and most likely is caused by Pharona, but he will soften against her soon enough as he always does. However, the little girl was quite surprised by the sudden static noise and Angus was the same, but showed no change of expression in his face. Pharona thought it was quite neat that her eyes started to become some bright yellow, but it merely just made Angus uneasy once he saw this, again, no change of expression due to Pharona actually suppressing his facial expression to not make the parasite feel weird. Strangely enough, the static started to morph into actual words inside of her ears and Pharona thought that was pretty awesome, she always thinks most parasite related things are quite cool.

"Oh! I can finally understand you! I was wondering if I could only speak static or something, but very nice to meet you! My name is Pharona, and my host here is called Angus, he is just a huge goofball. Would you care to share anything about yourself?" Pharona was trying to act as nice as possible, she didn't really want to make a bad first impression to the sword. Angus, inside of his mind, had no idea on how Pharona could understand any of this at all as he was only hearing was just static. The large man sometimes wished that sharing the mind happened on both sides, as it was only Pharona who could dwell into his brain, but it made sense that the parasite would be able to get inside of the head and not the host.


[System]
Physical Form: Around 176cm (5'9") tall, his body shape is very human, save for the fact that his 'skin' is coloured a solid shade of red, and he also has two small horns on his head and a short, skinny tail. For a demon, he's pretty scrawny, and even by human standards he's not very muscular. He doesn't wear clothing, although as he lacks an anatomy he has nothing that needs covering up. He is also incandescent. At low levels of power the glow is only noticeable in darkness, although at higher levels of power it will become more obvious. The shade of his skin also becomes brighter as he grows more powerful.

Abilities: Torrens Igneus is the embodiment of heat and flame. He has no flesh, not even demon flesh. Instead his body is simply a solid shell for storing heat. Torrens absorbs heat and fire to gain in power, and he must consume regularly since the heat continuously leeches out of his body. He has the ability to actively draw on his internal reserves of heat and fire to create and manipulate fire, often in very creative and versatile ways. His body is always hot, with a temperature in proportion to his power, so his very touch often causes things to burst into flame and, given enough time or effort, can melt through metal and stone (power depending). In addition to this, his physical form is indestructible. Whenever he would normally take damage, he instead loses a portion of his energy to the surroundings. Similarly, coldness or, worse yet, water will conduct energy out of him faster than normal. If he is ever without any energy, his form hardens into a stone statue, idle until revived. It is also worth noting that Torrens' abilities aren't limited to normal fire. He can absorb and use more exotic forms of fire too, from sickening soulflame to the all-consuming Empryean, although he must first collect a sample of such flames since he is unable to inter-convert between them.

Personality: Torrens is highly cunning and quick-thinking, which allows him to put his powers to good use on the battlefield. He enjoys basking in fiery destruction (generally of his foes). He is also quite cavalier most of the time, and will happily taunt his foes. He would flirt more often too, if his very touch didn't immolate most people. Despite this, he is quite loyal to his boss and will seek to satisfactorily complete jobs assigned, for he knows the benefits of keeping a good reputation.

Wants/Needs: Mostly, Torrens just wants to watch the world burn- up close of course. He enjoys the thrill of destruction, and to feast on the flames. He'll also go to quite some lengths to get his hands on exotic forms of fire. In his down-time he likes to find a nice hot furnace or lava pit to rest in.

Relationships: He may be familiar with other demons, although it has been quite a long time. He makes every effort to be friendly to anyone with pyromancy abilities too.

Backstory: Torrens has long since left hell for the overworld, for he was bored with hell and sought excitement on the surface. He has served a couple of other Dungeon Keepers in previous ages, and now he finds himself here in this new world. He was naturally drawn to this new Keeper, who he intends to serve as they march out to burn down the land.

Other: Theme: Cavaliere - Two Steps From Hell

[User]
While there was still green in the landscape, Torrens had been happy marching along, for he could break off and burn down some trees whenever he felt, for want of a better word, hungry. However, the barren landscape of the mountains offered no combustibles, which meant that he wanted to get through them as quickly as possible or else he might be half dead before they even got to the rival Dungeon. Although, rocky terrain was familiar to Torrens, for his last Keeper had his Dungeon in mountains like these.

Then he was assigned a scouting mission with some of the others, including Faeles. This Faeles person had started acting a little less suspiciously as of late. Nobody knew anything about him still, but at least he wasn't hiding or anything. Then Faeles posed the question of who would be leading. "That depends on whether we want to be sneaky," Torrens said, "If we don't care about being seen, then I should definitely take the lead, so if we get attacked they'll strike me first, and I doubt that'll be something which would deal me any serious harm. On the other hand, if we want stealth, then I'd better pull up the rear instead."

Torrens looked over at the other champions in the scouting party. Clotho, D'Artagnan, Faeles. They looked like the sneaky types rather than the direct types, although he had given them the option either way. Being part of an army needed a team effort and cooperation, and Torrens knew that well.

[Assistant] "I don't mind taking this lead for the scouting party...Unless anyone else wanna take my position..." D'Artagnan said looking around at the group,He didn't mind being the leader he was since he had experience with being the leader of a rag tag group to lead attacking their foes.His small eyes watching the group speaking to each other his small nose twitching.

[User]
Torrens looked down the D'Artagnan and analysed the rabbit-person for a few moments. Then he seemed to come to a conclusion, shrugged, and said, "Sure, makes sense to me. Lead the way, Sir D'Artagnan." Torrens motioned ahead with his hand, indicating for D'Artagnan to go.

Looking to the other two people in the group, Torrens defended his decision. "I'm sure you can both admit that he is very well built for scouting across terrain like this. No point wasting time bickering. You two get moving, I'll bring up the rear."

[Assistant]
D'Artagnan hopped forward not waiting for the others and hoped they could follow behind him,He was going to scout ahead with or without them either way he was going to do his job and get what he wanted.

The rabbitfolk was heading out and would want to gain as much information as he could,Also since his kind we're excel in stealth he could do his job effectively.

[User]
The miracle of flight was not a feat that just any mook of the Overlord's army could readily boast. One truly began to think differently when granted the vast dimension of airy space above the ground. Even those who did reach the skies often struggled to keep the idea of boundlessness from overwhelming them. Possessed of that certain rush of euphoria from time to time when soaring high above the plains and trees, Clotho found it both literally and figuratively grounding to walk the earth. A disciple of the research hall, however overgrown with papery hive, she did not get out much, and actually enjoyed the opportunity to stretch her legs. Her long stroll along with her army did not afford her complete relaxation, however. When faced with the endless sky and rushing, exciting wind, feelings haunted Clotho of a past life—one where she dreamed of making her own fate in the world. Yet here she stood, mighty and militant, still nothing more than a subordinate. It caused her sorrow. If alcohol could be found among the Horde's stockpiles, she would have tasted that relieving fugue.

As the terrain changed, Clotho unwittingly shared in her Master's discomfort, imaging the enemy to lurk in every corner of this unknown territory, however paranoid. When the order came to make camp, she allowed her Myrmidons, Antlions, and Lambent to settle in, finding or creating comfortable, shaded clefts to rest in. Clotho, meanwhile, warmed up her wings and took to the breezes to seek out the Overlord for orders. She welcomed the idea of an elite scouting party, and rendezvoused with the other members for a quick discussion before their departure. She landed between D'Artagan and Faeles, and attempted to volunteer for the requested leadership position only to be cut off by both the fire demon and the oversized rabbit in quick succession. "I would have liked to extend my proven expertise in leadership over this squad as well," she remarked, irked, only for Torrens to come to the aid of D'Artagan. She watched him hop off, not so much as waiting for his group to follow behind him. Clotho sniffed, coldly haughty. "Brilliant. I wish our intrepid commander the best of luck." Her words made it crystal clear that D'Artagan could lead as long as he didn't expect her to follow, not that he'd given them anything to follow but a fluffy white tail. Clotho's wings hummed and she shot upward into the air, becoming little more than an indistinct dark blur in a matter of seconds, which then began to proceed in the direction of the enemy fortification.

[Assistant] D'Artagan looked behind him stopping for a moment to let the others caught up to him,"Sorry.." He spoke taking a moment to take a swig from his flask.The small rabbit gave out a small burp apologizing for it making his way to the enemy camp,The rabbit made his way to the camp now silently making his way a few feet away form a tent with some orcs inside.

[User]
Not as nimbly footed as D'Artagnan or capable of flight like Clotho, Torrens fell to the back rank of the scouting party, scurrying around boulders to try to keep up with the rabbitfolk warrior he had put in the front of the party. In vouching for D'Artagnan, Torrens realised that he had slighted Clotho, although he had no intent to apologise. Not yet, anyway. D'Artagnan had shown himself to be surprisingly capable during the raid on the dwarves, despite his diminutive stature, and Torrens saw potential in him.

Eventually, D'Artagnan rounded a large boulder, and when Torrens reached the corner and rounded it, he saw the orc tribe. Evidence of its presence had been littered throughout the narrow valley leading up to this point, but its appearance still took him slightly by surprise, since Torrens had been travelling quickly to keep pace. He reversed back behind the boulder as quickly as he had arrived. Then, carefully this time, he poked his head around the boulder to see more clearly. It looked like a typical orc tribe. Quite flammable. He also saw the small figure of D'Artagnan, a mere blotch of fur at this distance, sneaking into the camp.

Torrens smirked, and slipped back behind the boulder. Torrens was the kind of fighter to burst in and shoot everything with reckless abandon. However, he had enough tact to know when that was not appropriate, and until D'Artagnan or one of the others alerted the orc guards Torrens would lurk by the sidelines, waiting for the right time to strike. So he settled in to watch and observe from a gap between two boulders, a location he hoped would not be too revealing of him and his incandescence.


[System]
She goes by numerous other names, most starting with an 'N'. Nancy. Nina.

Age: 19
Though, as any great thief, she can change her mannerisms and looks to appear older or younger.

Title: She's the Honorable Thief.

Appearance: (I'm horrible at choosing actual people references, I hope you don't mind I use some digital art?)
Small, flexible with nimble little fingers that are constantly in motion. She's nervous energy incarnate. Esmeralda doesn't stop moving, and if she's really excited, talking. She dresses for comfort, mostly. Loose pants, thin shirts. She keeps a little pouch at her waist, filled with nice little trinkets, keepsakes.

Personality:
Naeema is a fickle person. Sometimes she is playful, and steals your hat just to return it with whipped cream inside. Other times she's stoic, planning out her escape rout after stealing a jewel worth a fortune. She's kind and highly intelligent, despite her background. A life full if ups and downs has given her an older, more mature sense about her. She's cynical, yet holds herself to some code. She believes that people can be good, and while she isn't exactly a prized citizen, sees herself as a good person.
She's brave and Courageous, never backing down. She doesn't shy from conflict, but embraces it. Naeema is at her best when the world is at its worst. She functions best in chaos and calm makes her uncomfortable. She's a mixed up mess of mature and childish.

History!: (gosh I'm horrible at this! Tell me if it sucks!)
Naeema grew up poor. She learned to take care of herself. One day, she stole from an old thief. He took the girl under his wing and taught her the old cons, techniques and skills of the trade. He taught her the code of thieves and the honor in it. He died, eventually, though Naeema didn't mourn. He'd saved her, and now he was safe somewhere else.
So she moved on. Pickpocketing, doing smash and grabs and long cons. She pretended to be a nobles distant cousin for a month, before taking off with his gold. She also spent a few months in jail.
The girl traveled, doing as she pleased and living a dangerous, exciting life. She helped people where she could, always giving away the earnings from her stolen objects. Naeema didn't steal for money, or fame or to gain possessions. She stole for the rush of it!

[User]
Naeema frowned, mildly annoyed this Succubus could read her so well. Yes, that hadn't been her best lie, but she still could've considered it. She moved around so her and the lady pirate were facing each other. Naeema was even more annoyed to note how tall the pirate was. "Why? Well that's a long story. I mean, I guess there's a short version, but that isn't as interesting." The girl played with her long, dark colored braid. She thought a moment, trying to come up with a plan. Gulping, she smiled in her charming way, with one dimple showing.
"I am quite useful, I assure you. I tell jokes, do impressions. I'm a pretty good dancer too." She elbowed Victoria in a playful manner, deciding it best she keep her true trade to herself for now. "I'm a traveling performer! I was with my company when I got the ships mixed up." Naeema did her best to look innocent, keeping her eyes wide and looking the woman in the eye. She was a lovely Lady, with pretty eyes that Naeema admired and envied. She carried herself with a strength the thief found admirable.
"I assure you, fair Succubus, this is a mistaken. I will do whatever work I must to earn my place here, till you dock and I will take my leave."

[Assistant]
Vic listened to the girls story with a hint of curiosity displayed on her face. Something about her made Vic not trust her, not yet anyways. One thing she was very proud of was her innate ability to read people; it often helped her greatly when she was deciphering whether someone was a friend or foe. Although the girl had not yet won over the trust of Vic, she was having a hard time telling what her true intentions were. Fascinating, finally someone she couldn't see through like a window.

Vic nodded and sighed. "Fine, you have passage until we dock, which should be in about two days. I'll have to introduce you to the crew. They're, um, a handful to say the least. They love women more than I do, which says a lot," she chuckled and began searching nearby shelves for a handheld knife. Once she found it, she swiveled back around and held out the wrapped side to the girl. "Keep this on you for protection. Let me know if anyone bothers you." After she finished, Vic started towards the latter and motioned for the girl to follow her. "By the way," Vic said gruffly as she climbed, "Call me Captain in front of my crew, Vic if you're not. Never liked 'The Succubus.'"

They reached the deck, and all eyes fell on the two women as they poured out from the hole in the floor. Some men began to whistle at the new member of the ship, to which Vic began to yell curses back at them. "Aye, aye, you bloody heathens, shut it." Once the deck had quieted, Vic began to speak in her low, authoritative tone. "I located a stow away in the galley. I'd love to know how one of you numbskulls didn't find her somehow last night, but," she cleared her throat, and continued, "she will be traveling with us until our next stop. She is to be treated just like the rest of our crew here. Like shit." Vic smiled and laughter erupted from the motley group of men. "Don't try anything with her. Keep your dick in your pants. Help her if she needs it. She doesn't look built for manual labor, so I'll be having her help Sully in the kitchen. Got it?" Vic asked, louder than the rest of her words. A general "Aye" came from the crowed as she nodded and thanked them.

As the men dispersed, Vic turned to the woman. "So, girl, you have a name?"

[User]
Relief washed over the girl, though she kept on a goofy smile. This could be good. She could last two days on a pirate ship, could she not? Naeema accepted the knife with a not, placing it on her belt quickly. She hoped she wouldn't need it. At her introduction, the short girl moved close to The Captain, made a bit nervous by the men's searching eyes. She had to clench her fists to resist going through Captains pockets. Her well trimmed nails digging into the skin of her palms.

"I um.." She watched with wide eyes as the men listened, responded to her in a way that showed obvious respect. Naeema was amazed! She was wonderful! Giving a little wave as the men dispersed, the short thief laughed softly. "Yes, yes. I'm Nita." She didn't know what the captain could've possibly heard. It was no point of pride to her, that she was infamous, among thieves at least. Stealing the crown Jewels of Hawthorne, one of the most sword happy kingdoms in the world, was no small feat.

Sure, lying to the person protecting you wasn't ideal. But Naeema didn't want to risk recognition. She moved to face the Captain, a mischievous grin in place. "Has anyone ever told you, you should write a book about your life! I'm sure its wildly exciting! Perhaps I could even play you!" The girl grabbed Victoria's sword and held it up dramatically, swinging it above hr head before striking a pose. "I think I could capture the spirit of the Succubus, don't you?"

[Assistant]
Vic was at first surprised at the feeling of her sword being drawn from her waist, but as Nita held it above her head, she grabbed her wrist firmly and used her other hand to retrieve it from her. She quickly put it back in her scabbard, still holding her wrist with a tight grasp. "Well, I don't know if this is the first pirate vessel you've had the pleasure of sailing on," Vic said in a smoky voice, "but unsheathing a captain's sword is surely asking to meet your maker." She let go of her wrist and moved the stray pieces of hair that had fallen out of her bandanna away from her face. "Let me show you around." There was no room, in Vic's mind, to be playful anymore. Although she was only 27, she felt old. Tired. Hardened. The little magical moments of life only came to her through gold and blood. That, and a beautiful woman she'd never see again. She didn't want to seem cruel, but she also didn't see a point in pretending to be something she wasn't.

Vic showed her the various parts of the ship, including the galley, the hull, the crow's nest and the bow. She led her to her room, which Vic immediately began straightening up her hand drawn maps and bottles of rum as they entered. "These are my quarters. You'll usually find Darrell passed out there," she said as she pointed to a spot on the floor, making herself laugh. "He's my best mate. The best mate a captain could ask for." She looked around and rubbed her hands together. "I don't really trust my men enough to let you sleep down there with them. You can sleep in my bed for now, I'll make do on the floor." Vic grabbed at the bandanna on her head and let her brunette hair flow freely past her shoulders, shaking it out with her fingers.

Her room was simple. Half-melted, unlit candles littered the room, with empty bottles of unmarked rum lining the shelves. There was a small window that looked out over the sea, closed by a brass latch. A simple desk held mounds of papers and a quill. A picture of Vic's mother sat on a shelf, collecting dust. "So," Vic started, turning back around to Nita, "Now that I've introduced you to Sully, feel free to go down there when you're ready. Hope you're fine with working in the kitchen. Like I said, no one travels for free." Vic smiled as she turned back around to her desk, marking off the amount they had traveled that morning so far on a delicately drawn out map. "Feel free to change or clean up. I'm quite a bit taller than you, you'll probably be swimming in my clothes, but by all means, take a look." She lifted her hand to point to where her clothes were hanging. She reached for a pipe filled with tobacco and lit it, holding the smoke in her lungs for a moment before exhaling the milky smoke out slowly and watching it dance in the sunlight pouring through the window.

[User]
Naeema kept silent during the tour. She kept her smart remarks to herself, listening and looking around with narrowed eyes. Even out of her element and slightly sea sick, the girl could fall back on old habits. Get the lay of the land- well, ship. Size up possible threats. Understand the hierarchy, who's at the top and who's on the bottom. Sure, the setting changed, but people don't. The succubus, Captain Victoria, was at the top. Her mate, Darrel or something, was second and everyone else was below. Men seemed to be ranked by their usefulness. The cook, while weaker physically than the deck hand with a tree trunk neck, was ranked higher than him because he was skilled at not only cooking, but some medicine and sewing. It seemed being a jack of all trades would serve the girl well.

Once they were at the captains very own cabin, Naeema took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark. It was simple, not at all what she imagined. There was no bed made of gold, or belly dancers ready in a corner to entertain the fierce captain. She was, quite honestly, disappointed. Watching Victoria with careful eyes, the girl pushed her own hair back.
"I'll be fine in these clothes for now, thank you cap." Cap. Naeema found the nickname cute. Grinning her mischievous grin, she leaned against the doorframe. "I should warn you, Cap-attack. I'm horrid at cooking. Not a domestic bone in my body. I might accidentally kill you all." It was hard to tell if she was serious or not.

Turning away, the short thief- traveling performer, waved over her shoulder. Gods, she'd have to remember who she was. Nita the entertainer! As if to prove a point to herself, the girl did a quick backhand spring on the ships deck, moving towards the kitchens.

Nita the entertainer was entertaining. She proved herself charming and quick witted, making friends easily with the men she'd met. She matched their raunchy comments with her own and managed to one up a few. She chopped enough potatoes to drive her mad, but kept up her cheerful attitude. The pirates she'd met didn't really seem all that bad. A bit dirty, sexist and horny, but not terrible guys to be around.

If you paid close attention to her words, yoid find her asking subtly about the captain. The born con artist was looking for some angle. A pirate ship could be a valuable asset, for transporting stolen goods or making get aways. And even if Naeema couldn't find some way to manipulate the good captain, staying on her good side was a good idea.

She worked till dinner, cleaning and assisting the chef, talking his ear off. Dinner was ready to be served and Naeema handed out the good bowls. Sully, the dear, had gone all out to greet their unexpected guest. She felt a bit uncomfortable, getting as many rude glares as she did kind looks. Feeling a bit trapped, the girl looked around for the Captain. Sure, she'd made nice with these men, but pirates were pirates.


[System]
Nickname:

V.V

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Race:

Human

Weapon:

Partizan

HK417 Video

The weapon is Double Partizan Battle Rifle and referred to as DOPABRI. The weapon has three transformations. The first is Double Partzsan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which the rifle is inside the pole of the Partizan. Second is the Twin mode when the Partisan breaks in and can be dual wielded by her. Third is the Battle Rifle (HK417) mode one side of the Partizan retracts to form the stock for the Battle Rifle while other side of the Partizan sticks out of the rifle. (Like a bayonet.). The battle rifle has a holographic sight with magnifier for close and mid range shooting.

Specialty:

Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies similar to Gratia. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she has to rely on others to protect her and watch her back. She can fulfill the secondary role with DOPABRI battle-rifle mode as a long range shooter. With her semblance ability to attack enemies that come close to her while firing with her battle rifle.

Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms.

Semblance:

Crescere miei Viticci

Vega semblance represents her inner personality… It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura.
She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth.

They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets.
Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she has to grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut.

Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element.

Bruciando Viticcio (Red Dust)

Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death.

Fulmine Viticcio (Yellow Dust)

The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn.

Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust)

Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it.

Voice:

Her Voice

Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann. (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.)

Personality:

Vega has an extrovert personality which is slightly more dominant than her introverted side. She is optimistic, reflected by her upbeat, easy-going demeanor personality. She holds a solemn personality, differing from Gratia solemnity. It is reflected by a gracious, sincere and kind attitude towards others. Her kindness, happy personality should not be mistaken that she is gullible. In her soul, she holds a Pride that can be boisterous, a core aspect that she has held since she was a child. She holds a sincerely-sharp tongue only when she sees fit and uses it in conjunction with Napoli's mocking in combat to create the most aggravating dialogue for any opponent in combat. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness.

As the team leader, she is also the one that holds together the team and constantly the mediator between Napoli and Gratia's bickering.

Color and Emblem:

WIP

White (?)

Emblem = WIP

Appearance:

Will repost in the future.

An idea (face-wise) how she would look like.

Picture 1

Picture 2

Her appearance will be drawn and will not reflect the text appearance.

(WIP text appearance – Not the final appearance)

A student from Haven, she wears the uniform except replaced the skirt with shorts and with the uniform unbuttoned wearing a white spaghetti strap. Smart-glasses (Like Google glass). Star Pendant. Knee high socks. Sneakers or Slip on shoes (?) Stands at 5 ft 3.

[User]
Jasmine - Aura Control to Lunch

As she did to Varius, Jasmine found herself stumbling back after trying to attack the other classmate. It was only then that she realized the follow up potential and she struggled not to collapse to the ground. Once she found her balance, she sighed and flexed her fingers. "Wow, it's really strong," she muttered, realization only sinking in when it was used against herself. When he suggested they continue practicing, she perked up again in excitement. "Hell yeah, let's do it!"

And they would, until the bell dismissed them for lunch. Practically dropping the lesson, Jasmine was one of the first in the class to escape the room head for the food hall. "Food," she sighed, gathering a tray to fill with food. Primarily meats, but some fruits and soda too, for the faunus.

[Assistant]
Cobalt Chideta

Cobalt looked over at Sapphire and frowned. He didn't like this girl very much, she seemed to be a very negative person. He was going to ignore her for now but he didn't think they would ever get along.

 "I have a saying that I typically stick by. The first impression should always be great, cause it may be the last as well. That's why I'm a little stressed about how I'm coming off to everyone." Cobalt explained to Oswald after he told him to relax. Then Gren came back and Cobalt tilted his head.

"Wait what? I'm the leader?" He thought back to his initial conversation with Headmaster Ozpin and frowned.

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One Day Ago

Cobalt nodded and smiled as he listened to the headmaster explain where he was going to be staying and such. As he zoned out and thought about how cool Beacon was, Ozpin continued to talk."You will be the leader of your team and as such will be responsible for all of them. They are on a mission but should be back later today." Cobalt vaguely acknowledged all of this as he thought about whether or not he should make a welcome back feast. Nothing too big probably. Ozpin coughed to get his attention and Cobalt's eyes focused. "Oh, yes of course! I'll get out right now! You're a busy man and I don't want to keep you waiting for me!" Cobalt got out of his chair and began to leave when Ozpin spoke. "You're forgetting your schedule Mr. Chideta. We wouldn't want you to be tardy." Cobalt chuckled and grabbed it from the desk. " Sorry." He backed out of the room and closed the door. Damn. That guy really knows how to make a guy feel at home. He's so calm all the time.

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Present

"Oh yeah. Huh." Cobalt really should've played better attention when Headmaster Ozpin was talking. "I am not the type of guy to go blindly charging in. Unless I'm bored and I have at least a 96.438152 percent chance of winning the encounter. Then yeah I'll probably go charging in blindly." He smiled at the end of that statement and drank some more water. He put the glass backed down and his eyes twinkled. "I'm far from stupid."

Gren mentioned a party and energy practically began to radiate off of Cobalt. "Are we heading to any bars? I've been told I'm a fun drunk." He did not come from a town with good nor strict bouncers. Alcohol was a very available thing for him. "Wait who's Sapphire's uncle?"

[User]
Vega Venetia – VGNB - Deli N'Doul

After getting out of History Class, Vega proceeded to open her scroll to getting a message from Gratia, in her usual manner.

>Beryl Harken, Otter Faunus.
>Likely swordsman.
>Currently in the dorm.
>Work on your fucking grammar.

Tsk. Vega was not in her content mood. Taking a trip back to Mistral in the morning and coming back to Beacon made her somewhat irritable. Either way she responded back, typing on her scroll…

>You should learn how to write in full sentences. ;)

…ending with a witty comment.

Vega then proceeded to the cafeteria until learning from nearby chatter of a new deli. When she entered the deli, she saw the tiger-faunus…that same person and the same Orc faunus that wrecked the dining hall on her first day. It seemed the tiger-faunus was at his antics again in air towards the Orc faunus, as she looked at the Deli's menu from afar annoyed at the sight of them as she continued to keep her face of contentment.


[System]
* Age: 115
* Gender: Female
* Race: Kitsune
* Appearance: Beloved class president

* Personality:
On the surface, Asahi is a bright, cheerful, encouraging student that greets every situation with a warm, sunny smile and affectionate tone, coming across as the very picture of kindness and purity. What everyone doesn't realise however, is that this radiant gem of a girl is actually a conniving fox in the midst of bewitching the entire school into being her loving subjects and worshippers. Not forany real nefarious purposes or anything, she just really likes the attention. Because of this need to be noticed, Asahi is seen assisting or running all kinds of initiatives or events at school, which helpfully makes her seem that much more radiant to the masses.

Despite her popularity with the students however, Asahi also loves pulling pranks and listening to the speculations as to the perpetrator all around her, seeing it as another form of reverence towards herself. She takes great pride in her ability to remain hidden in plain sight as she makes fools of the faculty, and sometimes fellow students. However, Asahi may be selfish and arrogant, but she certainly isn't malicious. Even if her intentions are far from noble, she isn't looking to seriously ruin any person's life, and would prefer not to get someone injured when she's just having fun.

* Abilities:
Asahi has an Affinity for illusions, allowing her to conjure both visual and auditory hallucinations. Although useful for creating brief distractions, at present she isn't able to fully manifest images that could withstand the most lackadaisical of examinations.
She can also shapeshift between the form of a human, a fox, and a fluffy-tailed girl. Given her relatively young age for a kitsune, she is unable to alter the appearance of her human form as of yet.

* Skills:
A surprisingly capable person, Asahi is quite skilled at at a variety of tasks, domestic and practical. She has an eye for design, and can recognise someone's particular strengths and weaknesses for any given task quickly, and thus knows how to delegate tasks during class projects. Academically, she's above-average as well, even if her writing is surprisingly atrocious.

* Equipment:
Nothing you wouldn't find on a totally normal high-schooler.

* Brief Backstory:
Not long after reaching 100 years of age, the newly-born fox youkai ended up in the care of a middle-aged couple. Much like how one has no memories of when they were a baby, Asahi doesn't fully recall the exact details of how she came to be the couple's 'adopted daughter', but seems to be under the impression that she has hidden her real nature from them. In actuality, her 'parents' know full well she's a kitsune and have simply humoured her whenever she poorly tried to hide it from them. For the past eight years, she's simply been living as a human, steadily placing herself as someone for them to look up to. Her parents are pretty much the only two people she has no apparent disdain for. She's maintained the persona of a kind, wonderful saint of a person for a long time now, her facade completely unbreakable.

...Up until she met Tomoko and was soundly outsmarted. Now she's a begrudging member of her little club.

[User]
The strained nature of the kitsune's smile wasn't lost on Tomoko, but she completely ignored it in favor of focusing on the tea.

"Ah, thank you," she commented as she took a seat at the head of the table, clapping her hands together as she did, "Tea would be lovely."

She cast a bright smile around at the assembled students. Yes, she'd done quite an excellent job at putting together various supernatural attendees at Miyama, and it hadn't taken very much effort at all!

At the oni's question, she simply cocked her head slightly.

"Of course, I wouldn't have walked if I was going to get wet," she said, simply. As someone who had been in contact with youkai for six years, effectively able to call many of them at will, well... Using their assistance to overcome things like a rainy day was only logical in the blonde girl's opinion.

"I'm sure you're all curious about our first order of business today, so I won't delay any longer," she continued, retrieving the daily newspaper from her bag. She didn't often read them, but picking up a copy seemed like it was a wise idea for illustrating the task at hand.

"Tada~" Tomoko declared, presenting the paper, or more specifically one of the articles.

The article in question was one that detailed all the publicly-avaliable knowledge on the recent rash of children's disappearances. There wasn't much, but it was enough to establish the fact that there was little to no evidence, and no way of knowing if the disappeared children were alive or dead.

Though given the length of time since the first known disappearance, the outlook was growing considerably more grim.

"Seven children have disappeared this month alone," she continued, "Without any evidence, with no sign of a struggle. Nothing is left behind at all. Even if I didn't have a few friends letting me know they thought something was going on, I think this would be plenty of reason to suspect it's not simply a human kidnapper, isn't it?"

At the very least, it was clear that Tomoko was taking the matter seriously, even if she had presented the newspaper article in such a lighthearted manner.

"I have my suspicions as to what it may be, but I'm curious if anyone else does," continued the girl as she put the newspaper down, waving her real hand idly, "Speculation and conversation are the best path forward!"

Indeed, assembling a plan of action meant discussing that plan of action first.

Tomoko had no intention of allowing another child to disappear, so letting the perpetrator go another night wasn't an option.

@TheHangedMan@RolePlayerRoxas@Crab Bane@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99

[Assistant]
Oh jeez! She was late for the meeting! Well, that much should be fine, right? They'd understand if she told them that someone was helping a teacher carry some boxes far too heavy for one person and she, in turn, helped them. Right? Well, she was cute too so that didn't hurt. She was briskly walking back to the room they held club in when she took note in the hallway that there was no one around. "..." She took another look around to make sure. "Well..." She took a step forward and used her power to create a small icey pathway that she started to slide across with a step.

The Yuki-Onna slid easily across the surface and came to a stop in front of the club room with a wide grin across her face. She opened the door and started to slid on in. There wasn't much clearance but she was fine with that. She could always stop herself if she needed. This room was filled with people she didn't need to hide from really. Tomoko had invited her to the club after Mugi mentioned her search for her "fated one" and the Yuki-Onna thought it would be a good place to search for someone. Of course, she wasn't really sure of that yet. Tomoko seemed to be talking about something serious.

Seven children kidnapped? That seemed like... What was that? Police? Yea, Police. Something for them to deal with. Right? Human society was still weird to her but she supposed they didn't have the resources to deal with the "paranormal" or something. Well, either way, it wasn't relevant to her was it? She just kept skating around the room until the girl finished what she was saying and even beyond that.

"I don't know anything about kidnappings. Sorry I was late though. I had to help this cute girl carry some heavy boxes to the storage room." The Yuki-onna just continued skating around the room with a smile on her face. She seemed to be getting out some energy. "Was it a "big bad wolf?" I heard a story once of a little girl trying to bring goodies to her grandmother only to fall victim to a "big bad wolf!"

[User]
Yuuto let out a light chuckle. Tomoko was just implacable.

In any case, he took in a big breath and set down his teacup, moving closer to Tomoko and the rest. The topic of the meeting was at hand, and it wasn't a pretty one. Their president might be acting casual about it, but he wasn't going to mistake that for callousness. He of all people knew how seriously she took her role. But still, seven missing children, perhaps...

"Perhaps it was a yamauba?" When it came to kidnapping and children, that was really the first thing that came to mind wasn't it? The demonic old women of legend where practically a parents' favorite thing to scare their children with. "Then again, it could be an oni - Shuten-doji and his gang where fond of kidnapping young girls, after all." He added as an afterthought. He didn't really consider it a possibility. It just seemed too subtle for an oni. If they were going to commit a crime, it wasn't going to be something so sneaky. They'd want to leave a mark.

[Assistant]
The spider watched Mugi skate around the room, all the naive innocence of the world on her shoulders. Gods, she was adorable. Big bad wolf? That was some fairy tale or something from the west, wasn't it? Oh this adorable child. It was a good thing she was a good little spider that had some self restraint. Not to mention, the thought of someone kidnapping cute girls off the street infuriated her.

"Fuuu..." Kaori frowned, sliding her seat away from the table slightly. "Missing children, hm? Who would be so cruel?" The irony of that statement was not lost on her - but she never laid a fuzzy little leg on her girls. Well. Maybe some fuzzy legs. Maybe some other parts - ahem. Point was, there was a good chance some other Youkai was physically harming them. She was all for a little rough play, but it was all in good fun on her part. A Yamauba was a good suggestion in this case, but it was difficult to speculate without further information. It might be some odd one that wasn't quite run of the mill. "Perhaps an Aobozu? Though, I don't think they are known to take children in towns."

She hadn't really been keeping up with such cases on her own, and unfortunately for Tomoko, she was a bit distracted by the cute snow woman at the moment or she might of offered something more insightful. A small hand motion and a thread of silk had been latched onto the wall from between Kaori and where Mugi was skating.

The Yuki-Onna would suddenly find herself tripping, and falling onto Kaori, the girl's face meeting Kaori's chest.

"You should be careful. Skating indoors might get you hurt, especially in such a crowded room. I'd be quite distressed if you got hurt, so its a good thing you had something nice to land on, but next time you might not be so lucky, heheh."

[User]
Akari cringed at the description of the problem. Children were going missing? What if she were to walk home today and be mistaken for someone younger, then get abducted? If there was no sign of a struggle then how could her strength possibly be of use? Maybe it was possible that being a youkai was enough for her own safety, but... it would still have been nice to not have to come to school and be all caught up in this threat of abduction that was plaguing Mihama.

Fortunately, the short girl was shaken from her worries by the yuki-onna gliding into the room. Ah, she was pretty. So was the spider. And the fox class-president. Really, it was like Tomoko had gone out of her way to find attractive girls to put into the club... and her. Or maybe it was just a trait of youkai.

Mmm... Yuuto's suggestion was wrong. Well, so was calling Shuten-Douji "him", and Akari knew all her mother's stories didn't really have anything bad to say about Shuten... but on the other hand, maybe that was just because they were both oni in a time before there was a need to play nicely with people, so it didn't occur to her to say "and kidnapping people is wrong". Something that you couldn't get away with and honestly less fun, but not intrinsically wrong... though either way, she was still against it.

"Ah, it definitely ain't an oni..." Akari said, speaking up again and reaching up to play with her nervously, "Ma would've flipped and stopped 'em by now..."

[Assistant]
"Coming right up~" Asahi replied with forced cheer, retreating to the back of the room to prepare a cup. She could hear the arrival of a latecomer as Tomoko explained the reason for their meeting. When the fox turned, she was no longer forcing a smile. It would have felt wrong after Tomoko elaborated on those kidnappings, after all. She remained silent as she tried to navigate around the gliding Mugi and her trails of ice to reach the intermediary.

Thankfully reaching her safely, Asahi placed the cup on the table and peered at the newspaper with a troubled frown. As the caring class president, she could hardly condone these troubling incidents happening in her city. As herself though... honestly, she still didn't like it. It wasn't like she cared about a few human brats or anything! It was just...

...Well, Mama and Papa seemed concerned by the news, so it only made sense she'd prefer it to stop! Those kids being safe and sound was only ideal to ease their minds! Still, Asahi herself was not the most knowledgeable on other youkai, thanks to her relatively young age and upbringing. She'd certainly met plenty of them, but even the varied group gathered in this room was nothing more than a few common knowledge bullet-points to Asahi, and even then had trouble believing some things. She was still trying to figure out if the tiny oni with the cute accent had the strength to lift a whole building from the ground.

You already know, right? Just spit it out! Asahi wanted to demand of Tomoki, but held her tongue, and instead threw out a random suggestion, "perhaps a kuchisaki-onna? Not that I'm too confident in that answer..."
It bugged Asahi that she was going to have to do Tomoki's bidding, but whatever. She'll just grin and bear it, so this can be resolved as quickly as possible.