[System]
ALIAS('s): Darsby
STATUS: Living
SPECIES: Human?
GENDER: Male?
AGE: ???
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: ???
BUILD: Lean-Lanky-Thin
RANK: ???
OCCUPATION: ???

BASIC PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He's attenuated, pale, entirely covered in various ebony tribal tattoos up to and including the neck, numerous lengthy blade-born scars, and holds lean muscle in quantity's just thick enough to not look emaciated. His hair and eyes are generally a somewhat luminescent rose pink, the X scar just above his right eye is of the same color. Said scar is the only piece of tissue with such an oddity. Darsby's scars cut through his numerous tattoos as if having occurred after getting ink-work done.

BASIC PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: He's most easily related to an apathetic college student during finals week who's will to live was lost after discovering their GPA is ruined due to failed exams.

BASIC ABILITY DESCRIPTION: He can hide his presence with alien cigarettes and teleport objects from one place to another, I guess? Maybe he can sense strange magics?

BASIC HISTORY DESCRIPTION: Unidscovered

PICTURE:

[User]
Dan nodded inconsistently with Anora for most of her statements with a twinge of guilt overcoming his exhaustedly anxious composure. His lower lip obtains a few reddish marks after some intensive nibbling whilst his hands knot themselves atop thin knees. His head tilts downwards with a sigh as if he were bowing to an apology. Our "monster's" head moves back into what he displays as 'awkward eye-contact' range shortly after the young woman finishes speaking.

"Monster Mash?" Dan would squeak, sounding more as a mouse than a man whilst Anora listed many references which only pushed him further into confusion. He took several seconds to blink in blank disparity before visibly shaking the confusion from himself with a few squints and bodily tremors.

"I-I-I, I think I misspoke.. Your aggressive mindset is sort of, at least, like, a bit my own fault here. I used the word, uhm, conquer? It's more like an 'indoctrination'..-" His open palms gesture with honesty and gentle dismay whilst he speaks. An inept description of things is left to this small, confused, individual as opposed to the other strange and distant creatures riding in our reinforced car down the open freeway.

"We, uhm, I mean, The Council, takes in planets full of sentient life with the capacity to produce what we call 'regal wizards', who are, like, really rare from this worlds standpoint... Roughly, I think, one for every billion people? You aren't one! I mean, not at present... Well, anyways, uh...-" Dan gets lost in thought, tapping his chin with a pause in open-handed gestures before sparking to life with further elaboration. "-uh... Right! So with these, uhm, these worlds, we perform free trade of resources and information, but, your issue is, uhm, we end up giving things up equally to everyone. Most of the, uh, the-uh.. like, political groups? Yeah, political groups on your planet don't like the idea of someone much bigger looking over them. Or that bigger person being their main source of information which is as available to them as it is to their enemy... if that makes sense? I've noticed that humans don't become friends overnight unless the one feeding them turns out to be their mutual enemy... Which we aren't worried about! Because, like, there aren't that many of you? But, even so, we don't like, want anyone to die for dopey reasons." Dan takes a moment to rub his temples, eyes closed, mumbling something like a list. He seems to be making sure he's not forgetting anything major.

"Oh! Pahn! Right, so we don't know that much about Pahn. They seem to be one person, but, we aren't sure? All we know is that they're capable enough to vaporize this world if something doesn't go their way. Wich is an issue, when we, like, don't want anyone dying because of us? So we're trying to find him before we throw wide-range magics on this planet that are standard for every world under our jurisdiction. We don't know if he'll react in a bad way, which could, y'know, like, kill off everyone you know?" Dan kind of shrugs and makes a weird squeaking sound as his shoulders slide quickly upward to perform the overt gesture of, 'who knows?'.

Dan slides back into his seat a bit before hunching over, using one finger to pick at the other one's nail. The man sits like this for a few seconds before looking up again.

"Oh yeah! Darsby was supposed to handle things quietly, but, uh, we got some new information that kind of demanded someone, uhm, someone like me?" One hand loosely pulls at his collar as if he were in danger of sweating when speaking of himself or Darsby in any context. If the subject matter of their conversation were different, you'd easily take him for some neurotic passerby living a simple life of many anxieties and a general lack-of-sleep.

Darsby appeared relatively unaffected until the end where he bowed a bit as if out of embarrassment towards Anora. His eyes gazed at her with level emotions of serious disposition as he typically seemed to do. Those eyes glimmer with the faint essence of some otherworldly thought, yet, before it could pull her in, Darsby would look away.

Ahllasta, in contrast, seemed to shift from afraid and distressed to deeply annoyed. Any talk of politics or equality seemed to claw at her patience immensely. Someone as ferocious as she could be expected to care very little for general bureaucracy. Yet, perhaps, she was pestered for other reasons?

[Assistant]
Anora couldn't hide a smirk at Dan's reaction to her nickname for him. Something about none of them understanding her references was somehow both irritating and satisfying: with all the confusion they'd caused her, the least she could do was return it, even if in a way that didn't much matter.
 She almost snorted when Dan tried to amend his choice of wording. Because that'd go over so much better.
 Fully facing front again, she slowly broke off a piece of the open energy bar. She listened to him carefully. Her head turned slightly toward him to interrupt him with a quick, surprised, "'At present?'"
 She shook her head, refocusing on Dan's explanations. She popped the bit of almond-dotted, chocolate-laced granola into her mouth. She hardly tasted it as she chewed.
 Dan's words did nothing to help his cause of convincing Anora their intentions were solely good. She'd seen one too many movies where people sugar-coated their missions, and knew all to well from experience that words often prove sweeter than practice. As her dad always said, 'If your gut says there's something off, listen to it. It's probably right.' And hers was telling her just that. It all sounded too… cultish. Too vague, with too many ways their true intentions could be interpreted. Too close to sounding more like they wanted to use the planet to kidnap these 'regal wizards' for their own personal use.
 She prickled at his statement about their numbers vs. Earth's in the event of an uprising. So Pahn, it seemed, was really the only thing standing in their way, the only thing whoever Dan, Darsby, and Ahllasta worked for feared. She inhaled slowly, struggling to maintain an outward calm.
 She glanced back at Dan when he switched to mumbling to himself, his words too low for her to make out.
 Dan, it seemed, was observant, but not explicitly familiar with how humanity worked. Whether he picked up on her thoughts because of mind reading, some sort of empathic ability, or good ol' intuition, she couldn't say. Regardless of the how, he was quicker at it than Darsby. And the high possibility of the former two was unnerving.
 An incredulous look crossed her face at how nonchalantly the man mentioned the potential outcome of Pahn killing off everyone she knew. Her grip on the energy bar tightened slightly. For someone who claimed he and his organization didn't want to see anyone hurt, he didn't exactly show any emotion over the prospect of lost lives.
 So, basically, they could die either at the hands of Pahn, or in the ensuing mass chaos of beings from outer space popping up around the world and trying to force their ways on everyone. Not to mention the world having whatever these 'wide-range magics' were put over it. Whatever he meant, she didn't like the sound of it. And it wouldn't be just her loved ones who suffered.
 That Pahn hadn't already vaporized the planet was a good sign, though. At least enough to possibly mean he—they—whichever didn't necessarily want Earth destroyed. Just that the power was there.
 When Dan stopped speaking, her gaze stayed on the energy bar. She spared Darsby's actions scarcely half a glance in acknowledgement. Yet, Ahllasta's reactions beside her caught her attention. Rather, the exact topics that warranted them.
 If Anora didn't know any better, she'd say Ahllasta didn't much care for the way Dan and his superiors did things. Curiosity about what, exactly, Ahllasta had done to warrant being sent to Earth as a punishment itched on her tongue.
 "What 'new information' came up to get you involved, then?" She picked off another piece of the energy bar. "And how is it I have a 'contract' with Pahn, anyway? I've never even met him... er, them." She mushed the bit of granola into a roundish shape. "And you didn't actually answer my other questions," she added irately. "Who is it, exactly, you're working for," she looked up through the windshield at the street rushing by, "and where are we going?"

[User]
Dan shirked away as he consistently did with Anora's abrasive state, he didn't appear to entirely understand or appreciate her current mindset as something he could grow accustomed to. He sputtered into speaking with anxiety against the waves of ever-angered questions.

"Th-th-they, uhm, well, like, the people I do jobs for, they said that Pahn was creating some sort of super-weapon here. They needed to send someone who could, y'know, like, actually neutralize it if he turns out to be hostile...-" He scratches at the back of his head before jamming his thumbs inside white-knuckled palms that pace with force against his thighs. "-I mean, the people who asked me to come here, not, like, my bosses necessarily, but, uhm, the ones who thought I could benefit from a trip here, they, uh, they call themselves 'The Council'. They're a sort of, uh, a network of wizards set up to guarantee all forms of non-hostile trade in the universe at large... W-we also, like-! Y'know, we come together if there's some sort of big threat, or whatever..."

Dan shivers visibly due to whatever combination of exhaustion and stress may be coiling its vicious body around his maladjusted mind. *Cough-cough, Whe-heeze!* Dan coughs and wheezes for a few short moments, his shoulders rattling like the legs of a chair getting ready to give under too much weight. Quickly, he finished coughing and came back to slouching as he tends to with both hands either anxiously pacing his thighs or gesticulating gently towards Anora.

"W-well Darsby, here, he will be helping with direction. I mean, you didn't exactly, interact with Pahn, but, uhm, we believe a distant ancestor of yours was one of his creations, err, associates?" Dan scratches at his head with the ending of that last statement/question.

During the aforementioned fit of coughing, Darsby performed a fast and nearly undetectable action. The man leaned towards Anora at incredibly fast speeds, and, without permission, tapped his finger against the small wound on her arm. There was a miniscule drop of blood atop Darsby's finger as he leaned back into his seat, having finished that entire movement in under a second. Somehow, her arm wouldn't hurt any more than it already had, and no bandage or scab had been opened.

Darsby breaths a small cloud of greyish smoke into his lap, this cloud evaporates once it had reached about the size of a small jewelry box. What is left in its wake is a small black cube. Darsby touches the blood against its top surface, the box then morphs and shifts its shape into that of a sphere with very small, rough looking details tapering its surface. Eventually, blues and greens and greys fill this orb with creamy hues. After about three or four seconds, it was clear that this globe was turning into a small replica of Earth with Darsby keeping his finger locked against its upper side. He eventually retracted his finger from the top, the strange object shrinking all at once with a thin silver chord attached to it to form what looks to be a necklace.

"Wear this please." Darsby would say to Anora without flinching as if everything that had just happened was what everyone should have expected. His consistently deadpan features would do nothing to alight our young woman of what it is that had just specifically occurred.

"Yes, uhm, this Quenz-Box should, uh, it should let you know, sort of, empathically, which way we need to be going." Dan blushes at Darsby while he gestures towards the small necklace with Earth as it's jewel. The clouds and oceans appeared to be moving in real-time atop its faintly reflective surface.

Ahllasta continued to display annoyance at the puttering descriptions of Dan. Perhaps it was just this man that rubbed her raw; perhaps it was the subject matter. Regardless, her lower lip wasn't likely to survive the gnawing of those ferociously sharp canines.

Should Anora touch the necklace, she'd hear a strange breeze. Winds and cawing birds would fill her ears, drops of water gently touching upon leaves and the scent of grass accompanied by thoughts of fruit would fill her mind. These thoughts and images wouldn't occupy her entire mind; it's as if her consciousness were a house and someone had flipped on the TV in a room near the one she was occupying. This TV would display distant images of what looked to be some rainforest with vast plains and tall mountains. Strangely, these images blurrily collided with the thoughts of some Chinese or perhaps Japanese city, in all of its concrete wonder shooting as towers into the sky. She would feel some compulsion to continue down this road they were driving on with an eventual inkling to turn right at some point.


[System]
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Profession: Rifleman
Nationality: German, European Union
Birth Planet: Mars
Appearance: Jethart stands at 6'2" usually wearing his hair in a pullback style, he has silver eyes and a goatee. His hair is a blackish grey color, it goes down to his shoulders hence tying it up. He weights about 205 lbs, not to muscular but enough that it shows. He has a double mask tattoo on his right arm, he had it to remember beating his depression. He has the word Strength on his right wrist. His build isnt to bulky or skinny, kinda inbetween the two. He ususally wears old Air Force pants and jacket (Picture for reference). Under the jacket he wears a black tee shirt, black socks and combat boots.

Strengths: Follows orders extremely well. Tough exterior.
Weaknesses: Has mental problems. Isn't exactly "emotionally stable".

Personality: He is a very caring person and will do anything to help anyone, even if it is to his detriment. He doesn't like to give up and hates to be doubted or have people make assumptions about him. When doubted he will try to prove the person wrong, and usually does so. When assumptions are made he will try to clear it up and correct the assumption. He doesn't care about what others care about him, anything they say wont affect him as he doesn't care. His tough exterior is a smidge of an act. He isn't that tough but uses that as it shows how tough he can be, and wants to be. He is actually a softie and really likes to tell and show those he loves and cares about that he does. He will put others before himself to make sure they are alright and taken care of. He will do anything to protect those he cares about, even if it means taking one's life or losing his own.

History: He was verbally abused as a child, was raised in a not so good home. Parents were hardly home, and when they were it was like they weren't actually there. He grew up rather quickly due to that fact, and tried to care for his siblings. He tried to become as indepentent as he could but would still tend to everyone. He has a hard time with people doing things for him, or getting him things. He had 3 siblinds, 2 sisters and a brother. They died in a freak accident when he was 9 years old. Their family was leaving to go onto vacation in France, half way there some freak going 180 kph in a big ole' truck T-boned them. His siblings had died on impact. Him and his parents barely survived and had serious imjurys from the accident. He underwent a numerous amount of surgeries to get to how he is now. He has a slight limp from it, he tries to hide it but isn't entirely successful at it. His left side is scarred up from the accident and that plays into a factor of what he wears. He doesn't talk his past much as it causes him pain to remember his past.

His parents would get drunk fight a lot and yell every chance they got at the house, they'd physically hurt each other and at times Jethart. There were days one of them would get home and would take their anger out on Jethart, rarely was he beaten but he was at times. He started to kill off his emotions because he didn't like feeling the way he did, it came back to bite him in the ass when he was 17, people would insult him on it and tease him over being a robot. He does feel and have emotions, but most of them are damaged in the part of showing them. He has slowly worked to undo the damages he and his parents caused but it isn't easy. Emotional trouble is never easy to patch up. He makes due where he can and works on himself, he usually forgets to do so when it comes to helping others though.

Family: No, he doesn't have a spouse or children. His parents died when he was 17 due to work related accidents. His remaining family is his cousin Ignace, she is 17 years old and is very close to Jethart. They grew up together and would spend as much time together as they could.

[User]
*Marie smiles cheerfully as she skips around her workshop, tools clicking together on her tool belt as she gathers spare parts and pieces and puts them in a tool bag, she is very excited for this new mission of hers and she is ready to leave Saturn for once in her life and go to this place people keep talking about* {I think it is called William Laboratory or was it, Willson... Did I remember to pack Willison before I left home?? I swear if I forgot him...} *She sighs and shrugs* {Whatever I know I packed Juliet for sure} *Marie chuckles then picked up the bag in one hand and the other to carry the bag with her clothes, her stuffed animals, in this class she packed Juliet and Willson they are both tabby cat stuffed animals that she made from random pieces of cloth she found while working home from work. She didn't really have a care in the world about if everyone else at her work thought about her, or what anyone thought about, she was just happy to leave this stupid planet. She through her stuff into the trunk and hopped into the car that came to pick her up*

*Marie arrived at the shuttle area and she quickly darted out of the vehicle and grabbed her stuff before waving goodbye to it as it went away* {Here comes a new chapter in my life! Oh this is going to be so much fun!} *She run up onto the vehicle that she thought is going to take her to the lab where she is supposed to do something important but she couldn't care less because of she will probably get it done and over with like everything else. She sat down in a random seat and sets down her stuff with this big goofy smile on her face*

[Assistant]
Jethart wakes up like any morning and climbs out of his bed and streches. He opens his blinds and then walks over to his closet, he grabs out his usual wear. Old Air Force uniform and a grey shirt and his boots and gets ready for the day. He walks out of his room and heads towards the kitchen, he brews a cup of tea and has a bowl of cereal. It shoots to his mind he has to go to whatever that place was today, he completely forgot the name and to pack for it. He quickly finishes his tea and breakfest and grabs his buffle bag, then continues to his room to pack. The closet was raided, his shirts and pants and an extra pair of boots were tossed into the bag. The jackets were left on the hangers but laid out on his bed. "Oh I should probably bring some tea". After finishing packing he heads to the kitchen and grabs some tea and sugar and puts them in the bag as well. By the time he brings his bag and jackets down the car arrived. The car is loaded with his belongings and he goes in the house to find his cousin standing there. "What, no hug for me before you go?" "I didn't forget about you, I was coming to say goodbye. I wouldn't leave without giving you a hug". They hug and say their goodbyes before Jethart leaves.

On the way to the lab he was thinking about the mission, and what the outcome might be. He worries he will die and leave Ignace all alone. He remembers all the fun times they had and the past week, her telling him her concerns and having him promise he will come back. The rest of the trip he naps. Once he arrives he takes his stuff with him and thanks the driver and leaves a tip. He enters the building and sits a few seats away from Marie.

[User]
Daniel's mind filtered away the low drone of the aircraft's engines, the occasional rattling of secured tanks and the chatter of over thirty French soldiers he hitched a ride with, leaving him to his thoughts. He still couldn't believe it. In an age where humanity created practically usable artificial gravity and established a colony outside the Milky way, it took him 29 years to leave earth. His excitement was coated in a layer of bitterness, however. The laboratory went silent and remained that way for three days now. The fact that the documents regarding this mission he was told he will get never found his way to him didn't help the situation at all. A voice in his head told him that operating solely on information he read in a science magazine wasn't safe. He rummaged through his bag and the file containing his documents, earning a few puzzled looks from the French crewmen, but found nothing.

"Lavit Launch Facility is directly on our Starboard side. We're landing in five minutes, so stay buckled up." He looked out the window and observed the anthill that was the launch pad, dominated by the Sentinel in the middle. As soon as the plane landed, he let the French deal with the jammed cargo ramp and headed towards the building through which he assumed they were supposed to board the ship. After looking around in vain to find an officer in charge of the operation, he found the room mentioned in his transfer order. Two people were already inside, one civilian and one military by their looks. He shot a quick salute to the soldier and sat down, his mind trying to find a reason why someone would wear a uniform with the camo pattern nearly two centuries old, and failing to come up with any.

[Assistant]
Miora Sphere, Pilot and Ballbuster At Yer Service
Fastest pilot to graduate as a child of the Saturn Moon Mining Ships. That was what she was known as. No mining kid had ever beat the test, much less out flown every single applicant in her division. But flying fast was as easy as breathing for Miora. It was her one and only talent. And she'd fight anyone who tried to take something as precious as that away from her and treat her as some outsider who was beneath them.

Just ask anyone who had crewed up on a ship with her as pilot. She couldn't socialize properly with others if her life depended on it and she certainly couldn't back down from anyone who challenged her skill. It was all she had, her skills. With a family of miners, the bar had been set low since she was born, but it didn't make it any easier to claw her way up the ladder to piloting her own ships. Well, other people's ships. The direction-velocity command desk area was the one and only thing that she was able to stake claim of. And she had a right hook that almost alway landed in the center of her target to prove it. Bloody noses were not uncommon when she was at the helm.

Miora was on the shorter end of the spectrum, curvaceous and clad in tight but breathable pleather body suit, a chrome belt hanging tilted on her hips. When she walked, one foot in front of the other, she seemed to saunter like a shark swimming through the water. And in that rosy red mouth of hers a fat synthesized cigar balanced on her smirk, letting out threads of scentless smoke to follow behind her like enchanted ghosts. A hand on her hip, her Earthen fifties style was out of place and more than a bit odd. But that was how she liked it. Let everyone watch her, move to one side and stare. She'd show each and everyone one of them what a child of Saturn's mining ships could do.

Taking the cigar from her mouth between two slender fingers crowned with perfectly manicured nails, she grinned her wild haughty grin. "What ye pickerin' at, ladies? Wake yer a**es up, this ain't no pony show," her throaty voice held every drop of dry amusement that her being was made of, dark gaze jumping between the three people already there waiting for the assignment to be debriefed. So far a girl and two soldiers. Well, this ought to be interesting, to say the very least. And if they had her as their pilot, they needed to get where ever they were going and fast. Twirling her cigar between her fingers, she stood before the trio gathered like a leisurely cat staring at mice.

"Well, I doubt ye ken where yer headin', considerin' all three of ye put together make a brain and a half," she chuckled looking over each other them, but her eyes taking on almost a glare as she looked at the solider types, "But ye can trust I'm the best te get ye there at breakneck speed."

She gave them a wink then, laughing heartily and fit her fat cigar between her teeth. "Yer no' gonna' like me, so listen well," she tipped her head back, "I'm yer pilot, Miora. Donna go callin' me nothin' else, less ye want me to rearrange yer face, a'ight? Now, what are ye stations, ladies?"

[User]
Gera Zsoldos - Pilot

It wasn't every day that you got chosen for a mission as singularly important as the one Gera was chosen for. I mean, sure, he volunteered for the mission, but he didn't just volunteer. No, Gera was contacted. Maybe he was contacted after the first three candidates declined the job, but fourth out of hundreds of thousands wasn't exactly shabby either! Pa called him a fool, and Ion? Well, he used some more… choice language. Neither of them thought going was a good idea.

Like hell he wasn't though! Who in their right mind would decline getting paid to ferry people across fucking galaxies? There was, of course, the slightly unsettling nature of his briefing. Gera wondered if the lead pilot had received similar instructions. He resolved to discuss it with them once he figured out who the hell they were. "I'm yer pilot, Miora. Donna go callin' me nothin' else, less ye want me to rearrange yer face, a'ight? Now, what are ye stations, ladies?"

Well that answered that question.

Gera approached Miora, and tapped her on the back. "Co-Pilot Gera Zsoldos reporting for duty," He said with a smile, giving a mock salute. "I hope you're as capable as you are old fashioned!" And by old fashioned, he meant hundreds of years old type of old fashioned. Who the hell was this person? She intrigued him, to an extent. At least this trip wasn't making out to be a boring one.

Anton Kyznetsov - Doctor

Anton strode towards the crew's rendezvous point, his thick, human hand clutching a heavy duffle bag. The left hand's metallic counterpart was holding on to a similar bag, and was thankfully free of pain. Peering out from beneath his flat cap, Anton spotted a small gathering of individuals. Two soldiers for certain. Who are the others? Too early to tell. Most likely part of the crew. He advanced on the group, standing a respectful distance away. He could afford to wait.

[Assistant] *Marie calmly plays with the straps on her overalls, smiling and kicking her feet causing them to hit the seat infront of her.*{What shall I gather or fix while I'm there? Oh I hope to find a new plushie to bring home! I wonder who else is on here probably no one I know... What if someone on here also as a bunch of tattoos! Oh how much fun it would be talking about our tattoos together!} *She giggles at this thought as a huge goofy grin grows across her face and she teaches for her bag and pulls out her two plushies and hugs them both tightly* {Big Bro is probably so proud of me right now!}

[User] Jethart sat there quietly. "Who are these people, what was up with that guy saluting me before. This whole place is messed up. I just hope I can return to her. I'd hate to leave her all alone in this world." He thought to himself. He decided to get up and walk about, stopping at certain things and thinking to himself. "I wonder what type of threat we're going to face out there. Hopefully one not to tough as I'd certainly love to make it back alive." He returned to his seat, legs out infront of him and closed his eyes. "Wake me when we get orders to move out."


[System]
"But I mean if you want to, I guess!"

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Nickname:
CJ is the nickname his friends gave him and it stuck.

Date of Birth:
September 21, 1993

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Complicated

Sexually Active:
Yes

Occupation:
Crisis Management Secretary by Day, Adult Film Star by Night

Hometown:
Atlanta, Georgia

Ethnicity:
Mixed - Puerto Rican/African-American

In Depth Appearance:
Cj takes very good care of his appearance. His hair is often times well manicured, and his eyebrows are always arched in a masculine way. He is always seen wearing a different colored tank top with a pair of jeans or sweatpants. He loves wearing sneakers and has a vast collection of them. His skin is a beautiful caramel tone, and his teeth always pass the white tissue test. He has curly hair that he has dyed a light blonde on the tips. He will wear a hat every now and then and tends to change his hair color once a month or once every two months. His body is well toned from exercise. It's more of a swimmer's build. He doesn't have a lot of hair on his body, but will grow out his facial hair which adds to his attractiveness. He's in no way perfect, he has scars from the bashing on his back where the kicks landed, and there is a very feint scar on his chin. He has a tattoo of a heart with wings and the name of his grandfather Matthew scribed in cursive within the heart on his right shoulder blade. He also has a koi fish on the inner part of his thigh extremely close to his groin. If he wears a speedo you'd be able to see it. He has two stars along the "v" cut towards the bottom point, right above his manhood.

Hobbies:
Aside from singing, dancing, and posting videos on Youtube, Caleb enjoys hiking and writing short stories in his free time. He loves to travel but rarely gets the chance to leisurely travel, as most of his traveling is for work purposes. He likes to garden as well, and cooking is one of his main hobbies. Ask him to make a dish and he'll give you something you'll never forget.

Magical Affinity:
Believe it or not Caleb has known about the world of magic since he was ten years old. He witnessed magic by accident, but he was too young to really delve into it. It was when he was a junior in high school that he was approached by a recruiter for BlackBrick. The things they told him only validated parts of his life that he questioned. He found a mentor, the Headmaster of BlackBrick Academy. The man instructed him, taught him with his parent's approval and kept him safe, even though Caleb was allowed to live his life he was warned that magic must be kept a secret. After graduating, he went on to become an adult film star, well known in the LGBTQ Adult Film Community. While pursuing his work, he also attended BlackBrick Academy, balancing a secret life of magic. He is experienced in battle magic and delves into healing. Battle Magic is touchy and is restricted in the Academy, but Caleb learns quickly and reads a lot.

Habits:
He does tend to go overboard with drinking when he is at parties. He has a habit of biting his bottom lip when he is nervous. It is rather sexual if one observes it, but to him, it's not.

Likes:
He likes having fun, reading murder mysteries, listening to music, vlogging, his job, cooking, and playing video games.

Dislikes:
He doesn't care to fondly for people who ruin the mood, drama queens, homophobes, bullies, disrespectful pricks whose only goal is to make the life of others miserable, fighting though he will do so if he has to, and insecurity.

Fears:
He has a fear of snakes. He watched a friend get attacked by one when he was growing up and he avoids them at all cost. He also has a fear of dying alone.

Personality:
Caleb is the type of guy that knows what he wants and goes after it. Caleb is very smart, but most would never know his past in the school decathlon growing up. He doesn't talk about himself, but rather enjoys listening to others talk about their life and growing up. He is the type that will open his heart to those he trusts, and if they betray him he will cut them off. He can be funny, and motivational to others. He's been through a lot and has survived. He smiles more than he frowns but there are those days that he likes to be left alone. He is an extrovert and likes crowds, but again some days he likes solidarity. Dancing and singing are hobbies for him, two that helped him overcome. Caleb is flirtatious and will openly flirt with nearly anyone, sometimes just to get a reaction. He is confident in his sexuality and knows what he likes. In other words, CJ is quite promiscuous but he's not a stereotype and hates being labeled as such. He's a gentlemen most of all, and is very caring. He puts up a block to avoid relationships after dealing with a three year bomb.

Background:
Caleb is a male model and adult film star, but when not filming he works at his parents Crisis Management Firm as a secretary. When not filming he enjoys living life to the fullest. While his parents accept him, they do not accept the side job he chose. Still, they love him and give their support when they can. Caleb was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to Aña Gonzalez and Robert Anderson. Though married, Robert was so busy being a businessman and alcoholic that he forgot to sign the birth certificate for Caleb thus leaving his last name as Gonzalez. Eventually, he came back and signed the document, and Caleb's last name was officially changed. They moved to Atlanta, Georgia shortly after his birth. His mother remarried after Robert's untimely death to Matthew Anderson, no relation to Robert Anderson.

Caleb grew up as an average guy aside from a magical experience when he was ten years old. As well off as his parents are, Cj still likes to go to the thrift shop and enjoys the complexity of life. He gives to charities, but only those that support the LGBT community or have a true purpose, and he volunteers with various LGBT organizations whenever he can. After graduating high school, he went into modeling and starring in over 100 adult scenes. Cj is accomplishing a lot in his young life. When he was 13 years old, he was gay bashed outside of a Seven Eleven up the street from his house. His parents were furious and the one responsible was eventually caught and sentenced to jail. After that Cj decided to learn how to protect himself and took up self-defense classes. It would seem fate wanted Cj to get revenge because when he turned 18 he went to a club and ran into the very man that bashed him so long ago.

Unlike others in his profession, he doesn't do drugs, but he enjoys the occasional cocktail. He hasn't tried anything else and doesn't have the drive to try anything either. The fast paced world he lives in does have its dark side, and he tries to stay out of that. Every scene he does he is well protected, and he gets tested regularly. After the bashing, he picked up a camera and started vlogging, telling his story to those who would watch. He would vlog whenever he got a chance as it was his outlet to deal with various things. Eventually, he garnered a large audience of over 3 million subscribers who watch his daily life as well as his covers of various songs.

He was on set in Orlando, FL when he received his acceptance letter to BlackBrick Academy. It was his chance to truly learn more than what the Headmaster was teaching him. He was sure the Headmaster was thrilled about his acceptance and after the test, he had to take to get into the school he figured a higher education would be great to keep his parents off his back. His parents are very accepting of magic and have kept it a secret since the Headmaster started training Caleb at age seventeen.

Caleb has had a hard past. Even though he was gay bashed, cheated on, and had to deal with an alcoholic father who beat him when he got angry at Caleb, he still managed to overcome it all. He's successful and wants to better his life. His father died when he was young. His step dad treats him as if he were his own, and cares for him deeply.

Miscellaneous:
Caleb tends to walk around either naked or with only a pair of skimpy briefs on that show a little too much when in the dorm room. He is extremely confident and has every right to be, being as gifted as he is. Caleb can speak Spanish, and English fluently. He's working on learning Latin. Caleb is not human at all but is in fact an Incyus. A being made of pure arcane power that consume life leaving worlds void. When he arrived on earth he gave up that life in pursuit of happiness. He became Caleb Anderson and has lived as a human for 23 years.

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Classes started tomorrow, but registration was today. It was mostly relaxed aside from the first years who were running around as if their lives were going to end. None of them knew much about BlackBrick Academy other than it was a school that taught magic as well as normal curriculum. The party that was going on that night was held by the upperclassmen. It happened every year from what Caleb and Samantha knew. Each year the parties got wilder and yet no one had died. That was the good thing about the parties. There were plenty of drunken college kids, but although alcohol was present at the parties, everyone was mostly high on magic and other stimulants. Caleb went his first year at BlackBrick and had a blast, but this year he didn't know if he would stay the entire time, perhaps pop in to show his face and then leave.

As he stood up to leave the registrar office, he caught sight of Samantha with a scowl on her face. Something was wrong, but he knew she'd tell him later. He noticed Ambrose as well. Damn, he was cute, but every time he thought about how cute Ambrose was he could hear his inner voice saying "you swore off it remember" which causes him to groan in misery at the position he put himself in. He smiled in Ambrose's direction as he exited the office and waited outside for Samantha. When she emerged he looked at her as she glared daggers in the direction of the registrar inside the office.

"Stupid ass," she exclaimed causing Caleb to laugh lightly.

"What happened?" he questioned unfolding his arm and walking beside her.

"She put me in the wrong class," Samantha said annoyed, "and now I have to come up here tomorrow to FIX IT!"

Caleb shook his head. "Calm down Sam, let's just get ready for this party tonight and have fun."

Samantha looked at Caleb when he smiled his infamous smile, the smile that would launch a thousand ships into battle. Rolling her eyes she reluctantly smiled and crossed her arms.

"So you might be getting a text," she smirked winking at him. Caleb looked at her and then turned his head back towards the office before catching up with her.

"Tell me you didn't," Caleb said looking at her as she perched her lips.

"You're welcome," she replied causing Caleb to groan. He wasn't that upset but he wished she would have asked him before giving his phone number out to strangers. Still, Ambrose had peaked his interest and his worry faded away without hindrance.

"Honestly though Sam, come on the guy's probably in a relationship or not even gay," Caleb said softly, "I'm probably not even his type."

"A simple 'thank you' would suffice CJ," Samantha replied as she strutted off heading towards her dorm leaving Caleb with a look of pure shock on his face. He had to admit she did enjoy toying with him.

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Ambrose rubbed his eyes as he stepped away, noticing only Caleb briefly who was already walking away. He stared after for a beat longer before refocusing. He wasn't sure what he saw in the man, but all he knew was that he couldn't handle any kind of relationship. So he pushed those thoughts out of his head and pulled out his phone, downloading the app recommended by Caleb. On his way out, he passed his roommate. They both shared a scrowl as they met eye contact. His roommate was tall, graceful, and shiny blonde hair rested atop his head. Basically the opposite of Ambrose. The roommate went by the name of Anthony.

Shaking his head as he stepped back out onto campus, he wondered what he should spend the rest of his day doing. Maybe visit the library to throw himself into studies? Or finally getting around to finish that one painting? Ambrose held his backpack closer, sitting down on the edge of a fountain with a sigh. The magic world was exciting and new, almost addictive, but Ambrose still felt out of place. Like he always had. Maybe he really did need something to take the edge off, possibly something like a party. Ambrose took out the scrap of paper with the number on it, pausing a moment before deciding to punch in the numbers. He waited nervously as the phone began to ring.

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Caleb was alone standing in front of the cafeteria. He had been walking after separating from Samantha, not really concerned with a destination, but whether what had happened while in the line for registration. Ambrose was an attractive man. He was Caleb's type, but from what Caleb could gather about him while observing him during their conversation, Ambrose seemed more like an introvert which was fine, but Caleb was an extrovert, meaning he enjoyed crowds, he enjoyed parties and he loved having fun. He wondered how they'd clash or if they'd mix at all. Then again what made him think that Ambrose was even interested in him? Furthermore, he doubted Ambrose would even remember him from their conversation. Shaking his head, he moved towards the dorms, opting to wait to gather his books after classes began.

He turned and looked towards the sky. With a few quick maneuvers of his hand, he produced an orb of light that hovered above his hand for a few moments. He smiled when he realized he had accomplished it while walking and he hadn't collided with anyone. Along the way to his dorm, he was stopped and asked questions from various students who knew him. He was rather popular because of his knowledge in spells. He was among one of the tops in his grade, but there had been talking about him participating in the upcoming tournament. Truthfully he hadn't thought twice about it, but the talk along had spiked his popularity. He wasn't a conceited guy. He enjoyed the finer things that was true, but he never let it get to his head. He was average, and he didn't flash his status. Still that didn't stop people from calling him "uppity" or whatever other words they cared to use.

As he neared the dorms, his phone suddenly began to ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone, glancing to see if he recognized the number. It was new. His mind started working, trying to piece together who might be calling him. Then he made an assumption that made him smile softly. He answered and began to speak.

"Hello?" he said trying to maintain a straight face.


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Appearance: Like all Astartes, Nergüi is of superhuman proportions, his height, weight and muscle-mass far outdoing that of even the largest Guardsman as he towers above them being nearly eight feet tall in height due to his power armour. His face, the only part of his body commonly seen, is hard and expressionless with the outward appearance of an elderly man with his long grey hair cut and tied into a nomadic top-knot, his facial hair the thin moustache and wispy goatee commonly seen among the White Scars set against tanned flesh, bearing ritually made scars below his eyes and across his cheeks . The almond-shaped eyes of a deep hazel colour, stuck in dark eye-sockets are what makes people realise how much he has seen and how much he knows, holding both wisdom and a look of violence within them.

Age: 275

Sex: M

Class: Deathwatch (White Scars) Apothecary (Emchi)

Equipment:

* A suit of archaic and battered but slightly modified Mark VI "Corvus" armour, painted in the traditional black colours of the Deathwatch, taken from a predecessor of the pre-heresy White Scars and gifted to the current Chapter. The suit has been modified to include the mandatory silver shoulder pad of the Watch, Helix shapes against a white background adorn the armour at several points as do eagles, the right shoulder-guard retaining the yellow lightning bolt-on-red and stark white of his Chapter.
* Diagnostor Helmet - The helmet is shaped in the conventional form of a beaked Mark VI helm, yet contains upgraded Auto-senses and readouts to assist with their charge of treating the injured and maintaining their Battle-Brothers' ( and any others) physical combat readiness.
* Narthecium - The tool of an Apothecary's trade, a Narthecium contains implements specially designed for Space Marine physiology and for performing first aid without having to remove the patient's Power Armour. It also comprises various counterseptics, skin patches, transfusions and other compounds engineered for the Space Marines' physiology, and several stasis tubes for storing recovered gene-seed.
* Reductor - Retrieval and storage of a fallen Battle-Brother's gene-seed is so critical that Apothecaries carry a special tool for this operation. While a Reductor is not required for Progenoid removal, it significantly reduces the time. This surgical implement fastens under the wrist. It includes a monomolecular saw for penetrating Power Armour and Ossmodula-enhanced rib cages, and a diamantine-tipped extractor drill.
* Mk III Pattern bolt pistol
* Power-sabre – A power weapon utilising a curved blade, shaped after the traditional sabres wielded by the steppe nomads of Chogoris. It is rarely used, as he is an Apothecary after all, but when it is it is put to death-dealing with a deadly effect.
* One Frag and one Krak grenade

Notable Deeds:

* The Diata Purge: Under the direction of Kyublai Khan, Nergüi joined the campaign with the rest of his Chapter against various Chaos Renegades; he saved many of his Brothers during the bloodshed, as well as some from the allied Marauders Chapter. Great deeds were done during this hunt, though not glorious ones by this Apothecary.
* Battle for Grase Mesa: Nergüi was part of the Land Speeder mounted cadre that took the fight to the Eldar of Yme-Loc, joining his brethren in their flanking attacks on the lithe xenos, personally accounting for over a dozen Eldar scalps and heads.
* Third War for Armageddon: Everyone knows about this war, and there are so many tales of daring do that it would be impossible to tell them all here. Needless to say, Apothecary Nergüi of the Firefist Brotherhood (2nd Company) impressed someone with extreme authority, an Inquisitor no less, and it was requested that he be seconded to the Deathwatch of the Ordo Xenos – an honour he could not refuse.
* Classified: Ever since 'taking the black', his pure white going to the deep dark of his adopted 'Chapter', the tasks and deeds that this Apothecary has performed, the biological agents he has worked with, and the operations he has conducted are classified – only those with the highest authority able to know even a fraction of what he has been through.

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"Too late, brace for impact." The matter of fact tone from the Krieger betrayed nothing of his actions, the sound of the Chimera slamming into reverse, and throwing the non Skitarii about violently as he avoided a crude, improvised rocket hurtling by. It seemed someone, or something, had instructed the heretical forces how to construct crude anti tank weapons, though by evading the incoming crude ordinance he had no room to avoid the charging heretical forces. The sound at the front end of the Chimera prompted Ansgar to slam the thing back forward, dragging the warp tainted assailant under the front treads, a heavy bump, screeching, and crunch announcing the fate of the would be boarder. "We don't have room to maneuver clear of further explosive attacks where we are, we ram through the fortifications and take them in close assault."

The idea of engaging corrupted industrial workers would be mad to most, but between the Skitarii who literally had no programming for fear nor any left in the organic components, and a Death Korp of Krieg Grenadier who saw a suicidal frontal assault as another day in service to the Emperor, and said Krieger was driving, there was little recourse for the more reasonable members inside the Chimera except be along for the ride. Not bothering to slow down, the Chimera's engine roared in defiance to the incoming clatter of stub weapons, stolen or inducted from local gangs or smuggled from offworld, as well as another volley of crude explosives attempting to disable the Chimera. The Skitarii, despite the chaos of the ramming attack, were firing at maximum efficiency, picking targets as the Chimera smashed open the crude semi circle of fortifications the heretics had attempted to make proof against assaults.

"In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement."

Grim were the words that the Krieger intoned as a heretic took a massive pair of industrial sheers, designed for cutting armor plates to size, to the front of the hull, opening a man sized gap in front of Ansgar as he intoned the last line of the Litany of Sacrifice. Without a sound, the Krieger leapt forward, slamming into the heretic and, despite its augmentations, sent it hurtling to the ground. In its forehead was a bayonet, which Ansgar ripped from the bloody mess he had left of the heretic as he produced, in his dominant hand, an entrenching tool. The Skitarii kept up their withering rate of fire, and the tech heretic had a perfect line of fire into the tunnel where more heretics could pour in from. Despite the gaping hole over the driver's seat, the hull gun was undamaged and the Arbites would also find he had a fine view of the incoming heretics. Ansgar was standing over the corpse of the heretic, covering the only blind spot left outside of the rear of the Chimera, which was facing the Rhino.

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"That is why Techpriests assigned to the Death Korp loath their vehicle operators..." Clearly Malig was disgusted with how the venerable Machine Spirit in the chimera had been treated, though she had little recourse to act in preventing such actions. She had not argued, or even begrudged, the Apothecary after she saw what Chapter the Astartes hailed from, and knew full well not to stand between the White Scar and a vehicle. She had instead provided navigational assistance while maintaining a connection to the remote operated Storm Bolter on the top of the vehicle. The weapon came to life, keeping the heretics from being able to get into the blind spot behind the Chimera, ramp still raised to prevent friendly fire, though anyone inside the transport could drop the ramp at any moment, even if the driver had already left through the new hole in its front.

"So long as the Rhino keeps clear of disabling fire, the remote Storm Bolter I am interfacing with will keep any infantry assaults to the Chimera's blind spot clear." The Techpriestess reported calmly to the Celestian, having accepted her position within the current hierarchy of command and not intending to create unnecessary disruptions. She would follow the Celestian's, or the Apothecary's if the Sister of Battle was unavailable, orders without delay, even if she would have choice words to say about the matter. In the pitch of a firefight was not the time to argue, after all, and if there was heresy spreading outside of the Dark Mechanicus presence, things were not boding well indeed.

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"I hate this!"

Adrianne said where she sat in the tight confines of the chimera as hell itself fell upon them on the outside. She had already unbuckled her seatbelt for what little extra mobility it gave her in the chimera and was cradling her large staff; both her and it being a few sizes too large for the chimera!

Loud banging, mindless screaming, bolter and las fire coupled with the roars of industrial tools turned into weapons sounded from the outside.

And there was nothing that she could do from inside the vehicle!

"Who let a guardsman; and of krieg of all things; drive in the first place!?!"

Brief thoughts of mutiny were replaced by a yelp from Adrianne as the inside of the chimera was suddenly filled with a roaring screech and a shower of sparks as the spinning head of a buzz-saw penetrated one of the walls! Adrianne made a quick gesture with her gloved fingers, pointing at the buzz-saw, before an invisible kinetic force grabbed the spinning tool and pushed it back out with the force of a cannonball; the sound of a heavy thud and scream as the tool was slammed back into its operator on the outside; and likely slamming the heretic a long way away as well!

"We are going to run out of ammunition long before they run out of heresy at this rate... !" Adrianne shouted over the noise inside the chimera as she turned to peer at Vala through the flowing dance of red robes of the Skitarii manning the gunports around them.

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"You've got to be kidding me..." She mumbled as they rammed the damned chimera into the chaos baricade!!! What's with those people!? Going on the breach assault with so little people!? The chaos possessed could easily swarm them and one opened gap and it would be over dammit! That's why she hated the warriors of this fucking imperioum... mostly the men. YEah all these mens, guardsmen, space marines and so on... they all were under the brainwashing that to dive in and possibly die was the best possible course of action!!! Sure if you had a full squad of near immortal space marines sure, but htey didn't!!!

 "Fuuuuu...." She roared as a chainsaw her breached the hull. Luckily the psyker dealt with it." For once I agree with you, psyker." Vala rorared as she pulled her." Next time either you or I drive dammit!" Vala added as she pulled her gun just in time to fire into the hole that was opened by some kind of heavy industrial drill. It wouldn't be surprising if the Skitarii were to start being picked off any moment now.

 What's the plan now? She had no idea, plan went out hte window the moment the moron rammed the baricade." Psycker, can you cave the tunnel somewhere in front of us?! We will be dead if the swarm continues anymore than it is right now!" Vala asked, as she fired her gun a few more time through the few holes that were now opened, so she was getting more and more openings to fire from." Boss, I suggest we attempt to cave the tunnel! The numbers are not in our favor!!!" Vala called over the comms, hoping they would be given green light about it.

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" Psycker, can you cave the tunnel somewhere in front of us?! We will be dead if the swarm continues anymore than it is right now!"

"I can't do anything from within this tin-can!" Adrianne called back in the noisy chaos from within the chimera.
" ... I can probably burst a few hearts or so without needing sight, but in order to cave the tunnel I'd need to be outside. The problem with that however is that there is a literal tide of mutants, cyborgs and mutant cyborgs outside waiting to swamp me!"

Although the insides of the chimera would have been a complete and utter horror for anyone with the slightest degree of claustrophobia, given the intense noise, screaming and hammering from the outside all around them; Adrianne could at least appreciate the (temporary) protection from certain doom offered by the chimera's armor.

"If worst comes to worst, I have my powers of teleportation; but I have no guarantee that I'll be able to get everyone out, nor with all their pieces in the right places!"

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"Stay where you are, that goes for all of you, I do not want any of use leaving our vehicles until we know what's out there."

The Apothecary was by design a medic, one used to dealing with his fallen or wounded battle-brothers, but even further down...deeper...right down in his very bone marrow, he was a living and breathing weapon. He held himself from leaping out of the APCs hatch, instead placing one hand against the cold metal of the Rhinos hull - like a nomad calming his mount - and mouthed a few Chogorian words within his helmet. They could not hole up here forever though, the Chimera already being assailed from multiple sides by the crude daemon-machine fusions of the Dark Mechanicum, the Hereteks as they were commonly known, and only the ferocious weapon of the Rhino keeping them from being blindsided.

"So long as the Rhino keeps clear of disabling fire, the remote Storm Bolter I am interfacing with will keep any infantry assaults to the Chimera's blind spot clear."

Nergüi was not known even among his own as a patient warrior, not when his blood was hot and his hackles were up, and although his beaked helmet was as impassive as a statue the deep and robotised tone that came from within it quite clearly showed his displeasure.

"What would you have us do, Celestian?" He half-grunted at Aviza, allowing the Machine Spirit of the vehicle to calm him as he hoped he was calming it, his hand never leaving the hulls interior, "we are now caught in this trap, numbers are against us, and our options are limited; I for one am happy to give my life for Him on Terra, but I would rather do it face-to-face alongside my comrades."


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ABSTRACT: Sweethearted aristocrat-to-be (unless she has anything to say about it).

DETAIL: Maria was born to a pair of middle-class citizens who run a candy shop on the banks of the Seventh River, with their apartment on the second floor. Growing up, she learned how to make her own sweets, and even helped out in the shop from time to time. Every night, she would lie on her bed and look outside at the Wall, and try to see what had been added on since the last night. Eventually, the people she saw began to take on lives of their own in her head, and she started imagining what their lives were like, up there in the clouds, looking down at the rest of them, who surely seemed so tiny amidst the great wide majesty of the sky and the lands beyond the Wall. Unfortunately, her parents' candy shop began to go into decline, and her father, with nowhere else to go, beseeched an influential billionaire for his help. He gave it, but under one condition; that he take Maria as a wife. Naturally, this did not appeal at all to Maria or her parents, so they accepted his aid, then had Maria flee onto the Wall. She came equipped with as much candy and as many clothes as she could pack, a pad of paper and a pencil (for her sigil), and mixed emotions; she was finally going to be able to work on the Wall and see beyond it, like she'd always dreamed, but she was also being pursued by a ruthless billionaire who wanted her for a wife. Nonetheless, she won't let that dampen her good spirits, and greets everyone with a sunny smile and a piece of homemade candy.

MAGICAL INVENTORY: Maria has one sigil, which she memorized just before she left for the Wall. It turns whatever it's written on into what's essentially a mine, but instead of exploding, it emits a great burst of air, enough to propel someone several steps back or into the air briefly. Normally, this only acts as a distraction while Maria legs it, but up on the Wall, one wrong step can mean your doom.

THEME: Unidentified Flavorful Object

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Vincent stared at the Grit's body as it disintegrated before him. Randy's attack felt just like that... Randy's attack. Not his. He felt frustration immediately rise. He hated not being in control. While he could not help but be amazed at how quickly he defeated the monster. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath forcing himself to calm down. This was not the time to be upset about control.

"Don't just stand there!" Randy snapped at him. "You've got crap to do."

Vincent snapped to attention and then shook his head bitterly. "Shut up."

Down the hallway Vincent heard Roy's voice.

Vincent decided it would be prudent to make his way down the hallway back to Roy and Berry. "I went to the library to find some books related to Rune Magic that would help. I'm definitely no Master like Father, but I know enough to be dangerous to the Grit." He scanned the room in search of the servant that was holding a book. That Rounard Skip book was the key to their survival. "Father had a plan. He knew this would happen. Well, at least he had a good idea it would."

He trudged over to where the servant's stone body was and searched it. "He had the plan in Rounard Skip's book. If we find it." He glanced up at Roy and Berry. "Also, this building has a generator. If we can get that running the mechanical defenses will activate." He found the book gripped in the arms of the servant and worked on easing it out from its grasp.

He leaned Randy on his left shoulder so he could use both hands to flip through the pages of the book to find whatever Father left in there.

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Berry let go of the enormous breath she had been holding in and visibly sagged with relief against the wall.

"Oh Vincent, am I glad to see you." She grimaced, and massaged the tension out of her knees. "And even more so to see you unharmed."

Berry was far too old for this much excitement. She'd take a day at the market over the bitter stench of Grit any day. The gleam of a metallic blade shone under Roy's light, catching Berry's attention; a spear that Berry supposed had been a decorative piece before Vincent got his paws on it.

Like a teacher, Berry clicked her tongue in a disapproval. "Suppose it can't be helped; young men off to fight and all that."

She brought up the map and methodically examined it for anymore dangers, noting how some of the previously empty spaces had been filled along the path she had taken fleeing from the grit that had chased her. A very marvellous invention indeed.

"Well, our search for the generator should be fairly straightforward." She held up the map for the other two to see. "As you can see gentlemen, there appear to be no more Grit on the premises."

Berry moved a bit closer to Vincent so that her map might provide him more like to see by.

"Is there anything in particular we should look out for? A code or something perhaps as to what your fathers plan entailed?" She couldn't tell what the book was supposed to be about from over his shoulder. "In any case where is the generator? The sooner we have power here the sooner we can start sort out this mess!"

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They traversed back downstairs, through the clawed and shattered door that led back into the ballroom where they had started, where the statue of the hapless servant still lay on the stage, the book gripped in stone arms. It was easy enough to yank out.

"The generator sounds like a good idea ta me," Roy offered. He illuminated the book with his eyes over Vincent's shoulder. Though it was clear by Berry's map that there were no more Grit to be wary of, he still kept his weapon at the ready. "No running off alone this time, at least until those defenses are up."

Regarding Dreams and the Application of the Soul by Rounard Skip was full of sigil diagrams and complicated mathematical formulas illustrating the properties of human souls vs the properties of human dreams, and the ways in which each could be utilized to power everything from machinery to the creation of new life. There were several references to the latter, stating theories that such a thing had been done before in secret, where a human body had continued to live though its organs had been removed, but there was no documented proof.

At the middle of the book, in the margin alongside a complicated sigil for the entrapment of dreams, was written the following in rigid, perfect handwriting:

The Grit and Dreams are one and the same.
Mechanical Generator Active
Code 3348256 Gravity Panel 2nd Floor
Do Not Sleep

The generator was on the lower storage level: an old metallic machine as wide as a kitchen table, fastened to the ceiling and floor. A panel on one side was etched with a sigil. Upon activation of the sigil, a high-pitched mechanical noise began to whirr and creak. Something bright green flashed behind tiny windows in the sides of the machine. The walls began to hum gently.

Throughout the house, hallway lights flickered to life. A few of the household robots, as well, sprang into motion to check the perimeter. A pleasant voice echoed somewhere above: EMERGENCY POWER ACTIVATED.

The gravity panel that Berry had used to rescue Roy had a small hidden button that allowed for the entry of a code. Once the code had been entered, the humming in the walls intensified, and the air inside the house filled with tense static.

Outside the house, thin blue strings of light crisscrossed down the roof, along the walls and windows and into the ground, covering the house in a net of blue light. From the outside, the house glowed like a beacon -- but any Grit that approached it would be disintegrated on the spot.

Roy peered out the window at the strings of light that barred it, then swiveled his head around to look back to Berry and Vincent. "We'll find the nearest people first. Miss Berry, does that map thingy tell ya where those people are? Mr. DeMoore, d'ya know how to put those pink stones back into their people? If we can bring 'em back to life and escort 'em back here, we'll be doin' some good."

But now the house's defenses were doubling as an attraction for the prowling Grit. They couldn't get in -- but they might make the search for survivors far more difficult. Luckily Roy was very confident in his aim.

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Vincent was confused about how Grit and Dreams were the same, but he was not going to dismiss the statement completely considering just how much of a nightmare this event had grown into. The order of "Do Not Sleep" really irritated him. There goes Father asking the impossible again! He would have to figure out a sigil or find one that prevented the need for sleep, and that would waste time that could be used to work through everything else.

The generator was easy enough to get to as everyone was supposed to know where it is for emergency reasons. The defense grid became activated, and everyone in the mansion could breath easy. For now.

Vincent raised an eyebrow. Roy was there when the Queen said that both Vincent and that cowardly accountant knew the sigil to allow the people to reabsorb their souls, right? Vincent sighed and shook his head quickly coming to the conclusion that the robot had not been listening. "Yeah, I can do it. It's a simple absorption sigil."

Vincent began to trudge throughout the mansion and using his pen drew the required sigil on each person he found then placing their soul stone into the sigil to return it. He decided he would start with Maribeth and go around the house from there. He glanced at Randy the Spear on occasion wondering how he was going to transfer his soul back into his proper body. He was definitely a huge hassle as a spear, and while the power it had was incredible that lack of control he felt when fighting the Grit terrified him. Next time he did something like put a soul into an object he definitely would only put in a piece not the whole thing.

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"Not quite out of the woods yet it seems." Berry heaved another great sigh.

Zooming out on the map showed at least a small portion of the estates outer wall, and gathering mass of Grit prowling on the other side. It looks like a sea of red was beginning to amass around them.

Eyeing the generator Berry began to wonder about water and food as well. NO, she would leave those concerns till later, there was little use getting all worked up about it all just yet.

"Indeed it does Roy. But I'm not entirely sure we can see anyone from where we are right now."

Berry placed the bracelet on the breakfast bar she sat at in the kitchen and scrolled it from side to side to get a better look at their situation. She grimaced as her heart sunk at red ring beginning to form all around them. She could also see Vincent's blue dot roving through the halls and guessed that soon other blue dots would also appear soon.

"Roy. Would you as kind as to contact her Majesty?" Berry then focused her efforts trying to look outside the estate. "I feel she would like to be informed of our current situation."

Berry's phone was on the table top with several cracks on the screen. Thankfully though it still worked and Berry made a mental note to get Vincent's number.

A thought appeared and brought with it a glimmer of hope.

"Perhaps we should check the weapons stores first." The was a desperate edge to her voice. "We should at least have some other means by which to defend ourselves. Not just for excursions outside the estate but also in case the defences do fall for whatever reason."

Berry dared not let herself believe that any of her original group had made it to one.

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Maria giggled. "Mother always did say that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. I'm just living proof!" Her small smile quickly turned upside down as she realized what she had implied. "Uh, not that I think you're a fly, or anything. Flies are gross and annoying, and you're really nice and pretty! I-I mean, uhm..." Maria blushed and stopped talking, hoping that the Queen would know what she had really meant to say.

When the Queen responded by asking to confide something to her, Maria was rather surprised. This was altogether unexpected; why might the Queen tell Maria, of all people, such an important-sounding secret? For most other people, such a thought would likely be followed by Because I'm the only one in the room, or Because I'm not important enough to be dangerous. Maria, on the other hand, skipped all that and went to We've already become really good friends, of course!! "Of course I am! Whatever it is, you can always tell me!"

The two women walked together through the cathedral-like cave, the surrounding rocks giving their faces and clothes odd hues. While normally Maria was a fan of pink, something about the ambiance, and the particular shade of garish coral that the floating stones put out, gave the area an air of... wrongness was really the only way Maria could think to describe it. It distorted and transmuted her surroundings, giving them the quality of a dream that had a strange, surreal nightmare lurking behind it. Maria felt a knot of fear tighten in her stomach, and she found herself wishing she had brought along her new shield, rather than leaving it with the robot guards. At that time, the Queen began to speak.

Maria perked up at this news. She said nothing, but had the sense that the Queen was about to tell her something momentous.

Maria was gobsmacked. That was, indeed, something momentous. She said nothing for a little while, just letting her mind process what had been said. Eventually, her brain nudged her mouth, and got it to spit out "Goodness!"

Say something else, quick! "I... That is indeed quite a large secret. And I can see why something so big and scary would create such a weight in your mind. But..."

Maria's voice quickened slightly, gaining strength as she figured out what to say to a queen. "But we haven't lost yet. As long as any of us are alive and fighting, we still have a chance! We can still save Periphery! I know we can!" She looked directly into the queen's eyes (which caused a bit of a flutter in her stomach, as they were quite pretty) and continued. "I'm sure your brother can be made to see reason eventually. He just needs a friend! I bet it's real lonely, out there in the diamond mine with only dreams and anger for company. Maybe if someone were to go and talk to him for a while, he would be a bit nicer!"

Maria stopped talking momentarily as a disquieting thought entered her mind. "Though... You do have a good point. About him not being able to listen to reason anymore. I guess if that happens... Well, it's a good thing we found that armory, I suppose."

She gave a small sigh. "I wish I could go and talk to him now, without having to go through all the Grit and other dangerous stuff outside the Wall. Then we could get this all done much sooner, haha. But we'll get there eventually, me and Moth and everyone. I know we will. And when we do, Periphery will be free of Grit once again, and everything can go right back to normal. I promise you." Maria held the queen's hands between hers, in a gesture of support.


[System]
Nicknames/Aliases:
N/A

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Rune/Location:
Kenaz, located on Dawn's left wrist.

Rune Powers:
- Can weave temporary illusions, such as creating a door that isn't quite there, or causing a target to hallucinate that they're in an orange orchard. While she can make smaller illusions that can affect most within a certain radius, anything particularly complex requires her to hone in on a specific target.

- Heightened ability to understand and retain new information, allowing her grasp concepts at a faster rate than before.

Description:
Clocking in at roughly 4 foot 9 inches in boots, and without much muscle mass to speak of, Dawn isn't exactly the most imposing figure around. Her face is soft and open, with ash-grey eyes and light skin. Her hair is black and thick, and Dawn has grown it to her hips- although, as a result, she has developed a habit of styling it in a side plait to keep it out of the way most of the time.
Dawn usually tries to "dress to impress", donning skirts, tights, cardigans and flats to work and throughout everyday life. Winter sees her swapping to a modest sweater and slacks, and warm seasons have her lose the cardigan entirely. In more casual settings, she'll don a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, but there's one constant throughout many of her wardrobe changes- a hat. Regardless of setting, she'll often be found wearing a hat of some kind, although her apparent favorite is a black sunhat.

  Personality:
By nature, Dawn is a gentle soul, soft spoken and polite towards strangers and friends alike. She tends to be quite protective and maternal towards friends of hers, and makes an effort to grant a level of respect to most. However, while friendly and slower to anger than some, she is not necessarily a yes-woman- oftentimes, when made annoyed by someone or a situation, her irritation will manifest itself as a dry sort of humor and a somewhat snarky commentary. This humor tends to be present regardless, however. When genuinely angered, Dawn grows calm to the point of frigidity, becoming vengeful and keeping her grudges close at hand.
While Dawn attempts to stay composed and professional for the most part, she can quickly become taken off guard if the right buttons are pressed.

 Skills:
- Has pre-existing experience with handguns, and can shoot one well enough. Carries a Bersa Thunder 380 on her person for this purpose.

- Knowledge of the law.

- After the development of her power, Dawn has taken to picking up various knacks and skills in her free time.

Weaknesses:
- Is naturally small and petite, meaning that she can be physically overpowered quite easily.

- While her illusions are naturally potent, they only last for a certain amount of time, and crafting anything particularly detailed or long-lasting will require to put more focus into the task.

- Her knowledge ability allows for her to learn at a faster rate, but that does not necessarily let her become immediately capable of a skill- for instance, Dawn might know how to weight-lift, but she physically wouldn't be able to until she trained her body to accommodate it.

Brief History:
Dawn had a normal enough upbringing. The second child of a teacher and a lawyer, the family lived far from the edges of their city, where wargs and giants staged their attacks time and time again. It was a peaceful enough existence, and for most of her early life, the matters of the of the world were a distant thought to her.
However, sometime during her second year of middle school, there came an announcement that three of the students had gone missing. It left much of the community in a state of shock- the families had lived near the very center of the city, and, while there were signs of a struggle reminiscent to that of a warg's attack, there were no bodies or parts left behind. Eventually, funerals were held, and the defense in that area was simply reinforced, but it left an impression in Dawn. She had known one of the three, and, while the two hadn't been friends, it left her unsatisfied with the answer given. Dawn grew up to pursue an education in Law Enforcement, and went on to become a private investigator.
She held this position for a few years before one day, she awoke to find a marking had appeared on her wrist, and that she found herself solving cases at a faster rate than before.
And that, occasionally, her coworkers began to try grabbing mugs and opening doors that weren't there.

The Blessed found her after a short time, and persuaded Dawn to go along. While she was more than happy to help save the world from danger, the fact that she was forced to quit her job hasn't sat well with her. Or the fact that she is no longer allowed to visit other cities.

Other: - Enjoys cheesy films and novels.
- Is anemic, and takes iron pills to make up for it.

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[Assistant]
Maeve turned at hearing her name, and broke into an immediate lopsided smirk. "I take it you're not a fan of my work, then?" she replied with a chuckle, looking the apparent alcoholic over with renewed interest. He was good looking, if you were into the 'I ride a motorcycle and think I'm hot shit' aesthetic. The 'I don't deserve love, but I'll buy you drinks and turn on my tactless charm until you're intrigued enough to ask why' type that she had seen blow through more than once in a while.

Possibly a case of "dad didn't love me enough, so I'll hide my head in a bottle and my cock in a woman.'

She didn't know him, but his type was easy enough to guess. "I can't say I've had the pleasure of throwing you out personally, though. Makorai, was it? Kind of pleased to know there's someone from my scrap of town mussing around, though." Her tone was joking as she added to Muffin Maiden and Isa, "It's a bit like bringing your own trash on vacation, you know?"

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Leila Michelle Ingram had not planned on coming to the meeting. She had monitors to listen to, commands to type, and a mansion to watch. Her plan had been to wiggle a mounted camera from side to side when Clifton mentioned her, and then go back to her work. It was not so much that she wanted to avoid being around the Runes as it was that she, well... She was avoiding being around most anyone.

Catching eight twenty-somethings scattered throughout the world and making sure that they lived up to and until the point was not easy work. She was looking forward to having a slow day while her coworkers managed all of the cats in one place.

And then a window breach pinged into her earpiece. "Dammit." A cool chill ran down her spine, and she froze, only for a split second. She typed a command onto her computer, flicked open her tablet, and pulled the screen down onto it. Her glasses, thick as the bottoms of an old glass pop bottle, reflected the glare of her display as she tapped away at the touch screen. "Dammit, dammit dammit, dammit."

One more tap, and she was holding the side of her earpiece and heading for the door. "Mr. Clifton, this is Officer Ingram. Disengage the threat and redirect the topic immediately. If possible, direct her to the hall. I'm on my way."

She took off out the door of her dimly lit office, grabbing a folded cane along her way and tucking it neatly under one arm in case she should need it. The mansion had been her home long enough that she could find her way without tapping about.

And, just in case...

"I repeat, do not shoot the intruder."

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Morgan had walked in after the door had fallen off its hinges from the woman who had walked in a little bit before him. Morgan had to guess that that was the rune of Uruz. He had read about the runes during his stay in his room. People were eating muffins, and he had to admit that he kind of wanted to eat some. Kind of. And then the Blessed, Clifton, greeted him. Morgan offered no response, as none was needed. The last time he had seen Clifton, it had been when he was pinned on the floor and as he was being injected with the serum that put him to sleep when they had taken him away.

No one else had seemed to notice him, which Morgan was quite used to in his life. He had to admit though, that he had hoped it wouldn't have happened this time. When he had first started doing track, no one knew he was on the team for weeks. When he started doing gymnastics and martial arts, they had forgotten to bill him for a while because they thought he wasn't coming to lessons. That was fun.
It seemed that there were more people in the room than necessary, as most seemed suspicious of a girl who had not identified herself. Then again, Morgan hadn't identified himself. But he hadn't needed to, with no one sensing his presence. Maybe, this time, it was because everyone was older than him. That was probably the reason. That, or just because of all the reasons before; he was small, scrawny, and strange. And so he made no attempts to be noticed until he needed to be.

[Assistant]
Helena was doing her best to navigate the room without losing her cargo, when she noticed she'd been approached. It was somewhat unusual to be working around anyone shorter than her fairly unimpressive height, so it took a moment to catch Dawn.

"Oh! Thanks I'm honestly fine. It's really not a-" she was cut off as CLifton breezed past and removed one of the contained from her grip.
"Really I don't need any help."

She gave a slightly strained smile before setting the coffee and milk down on the table and pulling a set of insulated cups from a large pocket in her voluminous sweater.

She might have maybe had more to say, but Clifton seemed very much occupied with one of the current attendees, who Oren was now back to owlishly glaring at.
"You seem to have forgotten my request." the Isa rune spoke, the whole situation setting alarm bells off.
"Draw your rune."

Helena, for her own part, took the point to step a little way back from the confrontation, with some intent to grab the coffee pot if things turned ugly less it end up emptied on someone's face. She was in no way qualified in security procedure. She wasn't even super qualified in office procedure.

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"Wouldn't even have a chance..." Volkir mumbles to himself after examining both@Kuroakuma Kana and Amity. " I guess its bests not to try...". He sighs, finishing his marshmallow before popping another one in his mouth. He then noticed another rune come in. "And here comes another..." He says eyeing @GoodLuckTuckMorgan as he walked in. Volkir could tell that he was male, but he also notices the femininity he carries. On that note, Volkir could tell he didn't care about gender. In truth Volkir really didn't care for gender either, yet he's mainly been attracted to girls. That doesn't mean he hasn't had thoughts of it.

 So many thoughts ran through Volkir's head. Why were they here? What is their purpose? Why are Runes only here? Where is the cake? He looks around the room once more to study everyone in the room. Yet again he finds himself getting lost in looking at Kana and Amity again. Maybe, I will. When the time is right, but who. Who am I kidding, I'm way too different.

[Assistant]
As silvarae noticed that the girl who had shattered the door seemed more interested in the food than the others she relaxed slightly. Her attention leaving the girl she started taking note of everything else going on in the room and the fact that Isa and Clifton, a guy she had met all but once when he finalized the paperwork with father, were seeming very apprehensive about the new girl she would walk over towards them positioning herself beside the new girl.
"Hey now, can we all relax." she would say though she watched the girl from the corner of her eye. There were no standing orders at this point so she was making a strategic move to attempt to disarm the situation "I mean, she managed to get into one of the most secure locations on the planet, does anyone think she'd be just able to do that?" her question was aimed directly at Clifton. If Clifton had watched any of her training videos he would know she had taken a position that would let her subdue a potential threat quickly by stepping behind. Though anyone unfamiliar with her abilities might think that she was actually siding with the girl.
While it was true she had no desire to kill this girl, in fact she had no desire to kill anyone she simply wanted to make sure no one got hurt, and to her knowledge the girl in most danger of getting hurt right now was the one who slid through the window.

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The next to enter the room was a crisp, rather sharply-dressed man that even Dawn could smell from where she stood. He gave her the impression of a blooming politician, or a cars' salesmen, or some odd fusion of the two. Like Isa, he seemed to work within the facility, if the knowledge of who they were and the striking professionalism was any indication.

And, like Isa, he immediately honed in on the intruder as someone who didn't seem to belong.

The woman seemed content to deflect any question when it came to her identity, or, at the very least, give responses that were decidedly vague at best. Much to Dawn's surprise, one of her fellow Runes, Silvarae, had chosen to defend the stranger's appearance there. The excuse was a bit hard to swallow, but Dawn decided to simply let the staff handle it for the time being and sidled over to the side of the room. There was little else for her to do now, after all, but to wait and see what would happen.

Pouring herself another cup of coffee, Dawn stepped over to Helena, who was currently standing off by herself and looking fairly uncomfortable by everything. Understandably so. Dawn sipped at her coffee as she watched the scene play out before her, then, still keeping it within her gaze, turned towards Helena.

"I'm guessing that something this doesn't happen often, by the looks of it?" Her voice was kept soft, unassuming. Her "polite office secretary" voice, used for soothing particularly aggressive interviewees. She took another gulp from her cup, before going on.

"Your name is Helena, right? I'm Dawn. Thank you for bringing the coffee, by the way."