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Age: 37

Gender: Female

Personality: Ragula is a cold, passive woman that prefers to listen and think then act and suggest. She works less as an addition to the brainstorm and battle tactics, and more as someone to keep things back into the lines of possible. She hates violence and always prefers to lead things to a less aggressive means of ending a confrontation. She is a wise lady, one who feels for her people but knows that she has no way to protect them until she has secured safety for her kingdom in general. A natural leader but less through moral and bravado and more through a way of manipulation and stubbornness, she is a lady that will strike you as a statue but quickly become animated in ways you would rarely see any man even twice as powerful as herself even imagine.

Backstory: Ragula was the daughter of Istiniar's Village elder, a man who had been threatening time and time again to have the village willingly be captured by the rival of swadia. Istiniar was a prosperous town purely due to the hard work of the men and women that worked and lived they're, despite the odds and do to traitors hidden in the nobility, who had been purposefully over taxing them. In order to help alleviate stress, one of the many noblemen were forced to marry her. The wedding helped her slowly begin to infiltrate her new husband's agenda. It was her vendetta with the man who overtaxed her people that suddenly sparked a desire to rid her entire kingdom of traitors, rebels and internal struggle which she did through her husband. Unfortunately, her husband has killed via poisoning that she was to have drunk yet she had no thanks to him imploring that she wait for him to try it first. In her anger, she fought restlessly for rights over his army, kingdom, and wealth and trained herself by capturing rebels and bandits and forcing them to battle her with training weapons, granted freedom only if they could beat her. She proved remarkably resilient and a quick learner, slowly engrossing herself in an obsession with battle and war, spending all of her time learning how to fight or lead an army and other required needs for combat. When she was called forth for the first time, for a siege of a Swadian castle, she proved her worth, as she not only led the siege but improved their odds with her studies of seize tools and when they failed do to a noble of their own side switching sides and attacking them by surprise, she single-handedly defended the others as they retreated with nothing but her small army. She has since then been given a significantly larger army that she has left at her castle to train immensely as she travels with a much smaller group to attempt to make peace with the other military forces without violence.

Skills:

Tactics

Training

Surgery

wound treatment

Engineering

Weapons/Equipment:
Military scythe
Short sword
Heater sheild

Plate armor
Leather gloves
Woolen hose

Wimple (for disguise)

Sausage x3
Honey x1

Other: Ragula, of course, is a midow, and because of so many nobles of Rhodoks are attempting to sway her to marry so that they may have her large army and the moral boost of Ragula.

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Brenna had heard the whispers in the air of some nobles summoning folks high and low to the border of Swadia and Rhodok to swear legiances and swords to their respective kingdoms. She scoffed at the idea, she would make her own way--although it couldn't hurt to go to the ordeal, she always heard how these balls where these nobles congregate is a good a time as any to make a few connectoins; maybe she could woo some old hag into courting her. But first she had to doll herself up a bit. Surely they wouldn't let a peasant into a house of lords. Sunrise above, Brenna put down her scythe and went inside to wash up as best she could; there were few adequate means of hygiene on this ragged farm--she was one of the few young hands her employed to tend to the fields in his sickly days, but he was the only one with any experience in irridation and piping; "a girl shouldn't dirty her hands like that, darlin'", pfft.

 So she found the best wear she could, an olive green dress and a cheap golden neckless. She pulled her hair back and twisted it into a bun, sure to let no strang loose--she heard the upper class thought it wasn't "fitting of an upright woman" to have loose ends. To them, it meant a woman was sloppy. Idiotic lords and their arbitrary customs. But alas, she had no time to waste. She went to her father's quarters and kissed him on the cheek--he was sleeping.

"I'll be back, papa. I promise." Soft fingertips rubbed his wrinkled forehead and she turned to leave the room. Just before she did, she remembered something; the dagger her father used to carry with him in his younger years when he would visit the taverns. He always kept it in the drawer next to his bed when he slept. She quietly peeled open the drawer andd acquired the dagger which she holstered in one of her bra straps.

 Then she set out to the horse stable to acquire one of the smaller, speedier steeds. She saddled up and rode off. It took her no time--an hour at most--to reach the border where this soiree was taking place. She dismounted the horse a few paces away, they'd think her a raider or a pirate. She moved up to the gates and put on her best prim accent,

"Pardon me, sirs--" an inviting, soft smile. "--I am an attendant of one of the ladies."

"Who?" One of the brutish guards repulsed. She had half a mind to slit his throat right then.

"Lady Eskyr" a made up name to be sure, but one that sounded close enough to a relative of the high-crown that she had overheard during one of her occasional trips to the local taverns. Hopefully this made up noblewoman had lots of servants.

To her suprise, the guards stepped aside. The path to glory had begun.

[Assistant]
The trip from the steppes to the Swadian plains had been a pleasantly uneventful one. Temujin and his small band had arrived to the gathering among the first arrivals. The small gathering of Khergits had built their yurt in a corner of the - at that time - small camp and kept mostly to themselves for now. They were after all technically in enemy territory - though there currently was a peace treaty between the Khanate and Swadia the Blue Wolf would take no chances.

There were whispers around the camp - some about him, sadly most of those far from the truth. The Khergit had heard someone refer to him as Temujin Khan - he did not care for such speech, but even he had to laugh at it. He was far from a Khan, but... It had a nice ring to it. The Noyan had politely corrected the other man by reminding that there was only room for one Khan and adding as a jest that he himself wasn't made of quite stern enough stuff to be a Khan.

Once again Temujin and his men found themselves spending their time sitting around their campfire, drinking tea with goat's milk and offering a cup and a seat to any passer by who was brave enough to join them. Most of the talking was done by the other Khergits, with Temujin offering a few words every now and again - mostly words of dry humor, or an anecdote fitting the matter that was discussed upon. He glanced at the black banner of his that flowed lazily in the breeze, then turned his attention back to more examining the newest arrivals than actually paying heed to the conversation going around him.

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There would be opportunities aplenty, and drink for the thirsty and a place to pitch a tent for the weary, or so the promise went. Adrick slicked his hair back from his eyes staring at the distant collection of tents. Three days of riding and little sleep left the man weary eyed and thirsty, denoted by the empty wine skin that hung limp at his side and the bags under his eyes. The horse beneath him panted with each step, plodding down the rocky mountain path at an ever slowing pace. Adrick felt no need to rush the final legs of his journey, not with his destination in sight. Such enthusiasm could be left to those who envisioned a greater tomorrow, who served on bended knee to their liege lord squirming to receive his praise and admiration. In some ways this made Adrick less of a liability, as long as the intended task wasn't required to be punctual. This latest employer was aware of Adrick's temperament however, having utilized his services in the past, and in anticipation gave the mercenary ample time to complete his mission.

 "Easy, watch ye step old lad, not too far now." Adrick soothed patting his horse's neck. The steed whinnied, a few rocks shifting out from under his unsteady iron shoes. While surefooted on the flat ground the beast like most warhorses wasn't built for riding up and down the Rhodokian mountains, at least not with ease.

 By late morning Adrick arrived at his northern destination, riding boldly across the open ground towards the palisade's entrance. One of the guards stepped forward flanked by another guard, taking the horse's bridal in his armored fist, clicking his tongue in a manner of one used to such practices. Adrick stared down as if surprised by this action.
 "I asked you to halt and declare," the guard accused with a frustrated growl. "State your name and business here."

 "My name is who gives a damn, and my business is mind yer own." Adrick laughed, taking his foot from the stirrup and kicking the guard's hand from the bridal. "But if ye desperately want to know I have a dispatch from Sir Guliven for Sir Culiven his brother, who ought to be here now. If ye have any brains yer going to move and let me deliver it bastard."

 "Why you vile brigand, I'll have your hand for that!" The guard reached for his sword but his companion stopped him, staring Adrick in the eye.

 "You will have the seal then?" He asked, holding out his hand.

 "Aye," Adrick reached into his pocket, placing the slightly crumpled scroll into the man's hand. For a moment the guard stared at the wax seal, before giving it back.

 "Very well, in you go straight to Sir Culiven's tent." The guards stepped aside, allowing Adrick to ride past, sneering in victory. The guard he had kicked and insulted was red faced and furious, but he made no move to harry the mercenary further. The lord's mail was not to be stopped, no matter how rude the messenger was.

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Ragula looked out into the courtyard with cold eyes, the wind catching her crudely made-up hair, a wavy strand dangling to her left eye. She had left her battalion to camp out with the rest, spending large sums on alcohol and fine meals for them so that the military groups may loosen up. This whole thing was risky, but she felt it was the only way to unite the people of Caldradia. Taking a deep breath she walked down from her room, stepping towards the entrance to look at the ongoers. The first, a wanderer she assumed to be a hired sword. She'd keep an eye on him. The next was a girl she felt was almost too posh, and any noblewoman that smelled of manure was an oddity, but she felt she would be no harm with the surplus of guards around. The final was a young man, who she knew well. When at war, he was there well-needed cavalry, again and again, saving her hind time and time over. She chuckled at his games, rude as they were, it was nice to calm her nerves in these trying time. Her hand went out to the first person she acknowledged as worthy of being here. He had been pivotal in keeping rhodoks safe from invasion and deserved a say in pressing matters as these. Moving to him, her hand reached out to shake. The pale and older widow attempted a smile. It'd be nice to test her social skills against him, they'd been unused for years now.

"Adrick Gordonson! It's a surprise to see you" Her low and deep voice boomed, it was smooth and cold, almost like a mother catching you coming home late at night.
"I am sure you're behaving yourself? What brings you here?" She continued, teasing him. A small grin slowly raising across her face, one that had been absent so long that it looked almost wrong.

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Crossing the palisade's threshold Adrick soon found himself emerging into the bustle of an army camp. Strong men, weak men, men with weapons and men with armies mingled among the tents wishing to find direction and the ultimatum, war. Adrick himself had no idea where to start looking for Culvien, and could only hope to stumble upon the knight walking up and down the rows of tents. A frustrating task no doubt, but one he was willing to accomplish for the promised hundred denars.

 He was about to press on when a deep feminine voice hailed him, causing Adick to turn in the saddle. At first his eyes glazed over in confusion not recognizing the tall, pale women but in a flash he remembered, willingly dismounting from his horse and saluting Ragula with a raised hand.

 "M'lady, haha if it in'nt Madame blood chiller. How long has it been since we've seen eye to eye, I cannot recall?" He took Ragula's hand in his own, shaking it warmly. He spoke to her in his usual grating way, but his voice was tinged in respect for the widow before him.

 "Behaving myself," he snorted waving off the phrase as if it was a passing breeze. "Never, no I have been up to as much foul decadence that I can accomplish without being thrown into a castle cell. Today being the exception of course, delivering a knight's bloody mail. But as I always say, nothing is beneath me when it comes to easy denars. Perhaps ye've heard of a sir Culvien and could direct me towards his tent, then we could sit down for a drink and catch up on olden times with my reward money. Ye would pay of course."

[Assistant] Perhaps I could spend some money for banter, but then again, that's essentially what I am here to do" She remarked before putting up her hand up, pointing her finger to the large camp building for the soldiers and Temujin. "I assume he's somewhere within the encampment, most likely drilling his troops on their manners. I wish you luck in finding him. I have matters to attend to elsewhere" She replied with a small smile, giving him a curtsey bow, light and simple. and walking off deeper into the castle. She was off to lay her demands on the help within so that they made everything up proper. Everything needed to be perfect, or else this could easily make things worse than they already had been. As much as she enjoyed the company of a familiar face, Adrick was a worrisome face. He was not one to be wise with his words or to hold his tongue and as he is from Rhodoks he may prove counter-productive in her efforts. She would have to talk to him later. Negotiations could easily be turned into hostilities and it was her job to stop that. She was nervous and terrified, but not a soul could tell.


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Age: 37

Background: Sahara's grandfather fought in the war that lead up to the Atomic Awakening. Many people place some amount of blame on the soldiers who fought in the war, so it wasn't an easy life for him. Even so, Sahara would always listen to his stories. Stories of glory, of honor, and of death, loss, and suffering. What she took interest in most however, was his stories of the ships that sailed on oceans of water. The old world was now only a story. Expeditions to the surface rarely came back, and it was difficult to gather much information anyways going down there. Nobody knew how much the world had changed, if it even had at all. The skies, were all humanity knew now.

But her Grandfather had been a Captain in the United States Navy, and his stories drove her to work hard to have her own ship one day. It was a simple dream, but she never knew just how far she would take it. Working her way up from nothing, she was a nobody on board a freighter that came under attack from a Wyvern.

Nobody knows what truly happened that day but Sahara, but the stories claim that she took down the Wyvern by herself, with nothing more than a harpoon gun, and a knife. No matter the reality of the story, it cemented her place as a legend among sailors, and it wasn't long after that she had her own ship, and a call for crewmembers was sent out. No doubt, many people would answer the call at a chance to serve under the legendary Sahara Drake.

She was truly a modern Captain Drake.

Personality: Sahara is a rather serious person when it comes to matters aboard her ship. She won't take even a joke of insubordination lightly, and won't be challenged by her crew. Even questioning the story of her battle with a Wyvern is likely to get some sort of punishment. Most sailors understand that it doesn't matter if the story is true or not. They know that people need something, and someone to believe in if they are ever going to stand a chance against the monsters of the surface. If they are going to hunt monsters, they need to believe it's possible. Sahara is willing to be the symbol of proof that it can be done.

When not aboard her ship however, Sahara becomes much more open, willing to drink her nights away, laugh and party with her crew. As long as they're ready to do their jobs when the ship leaves port, she doesn't care what they do. At least, not right now she doesn't.

Crew Position: Captain

Aspirations: Simply put, she dreams of Captaining a vessel capable of taking on the biggest and baddest of the world's monsters. She has only heard stories of the Warships of the Old World, but it gives her ideas for what could be the ships of the future.

Appearance:

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Chapter 1: To the Skies

The call went out. A new frigate was launching, and it was being lead by none other than the famed Captain Drake. Who better to Captain a vessel designed to kill monsters, than one who had killed a monster themselves? The Frigate, named simply, The Drake, was newly commissioned, and it was so new that the barrels of its guns hadn't even yet turned black from the explosions of gunpowder. Rumor was that there were weapons that didn't need powder in development, but rumors were rumors. Rumor had it that each city was actually flying on the back of a giant turtle, and that human ingenuity had nothing to do with it.

People still had their imaginations intact at least. But perhaps the name of the ship seemed a little much... but honestly, Drake didn't name it. It seemed the Admiral who commissioned the ship in the first place wanted a Drake captained by a Drake.

The name didn't matter, what mattered was whether or not it could do its job.

Sahara was on board the ship giving it a look over. It wasn't much, below deck had just enough room for a day's supplies, ammunition and powder, and the boiler and coal supply it required. Above deck, it was little more than two guns big enough to take down something fairly big, but not professional warship weaponry by the standards of the war that had awoken the monsters in the first place. They would do their job...

All she had to do was wait for her crew to arrive. She hadn't chosen them personally, another thing the Admiralty had done, so she didn't even know what was coming. She was told that her crew would consist of herself, a Helmsman, two engineers, and two gunners. This was already pushing the limits of the available room on the ship, but they would have to make it work. She could take the helm if needed, and surely they only needed one engineer. Two gunners for two guns sure but, either way they would have to make it work.

They had to make this work. This was a test, for all of humanity. All of the Frigates that had been built lately hadn't had much success, either destroyed, or no luck finding targets to hunt in the first place. But they would be the first. They had to... if they ever wanted a chance at taking back the surface.

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Étienne Baptiste Richard had hung around Baltimore long enough. It was time to get to work. He had all his possessions packed up in a tubular shaped white canvas bag, roughly four foot in length and two feet in diameter. He heaved the thirty-pound sack onto his shoulder and strolled the docks looking for his ship. There were much larger vessels tied up to peers, but somehow, he knew they were not what he was looking for.

Walking the docks caused memories from his time spent in Montreal to come flooding back. He worked the docks for more than a few years before he went to sea. 'Sea' the thought made him laugh. No one sailed the seas any longer. Today, they sailed the heavens, the skies or the airways. Gusts of winds caressed these decks, no longer the lapping of waves.

The ship was smaller than any he had flown aboard. Most of his time was spent aboard cargo ships, but even the few combat vessels he'd worked on were much larger than this one. This was more a patrol boat than an actual Frigate, but that was her designation, so Frigate she would be—The Drake.

Étienne walked up the gang plank toward the deck spying his new Captain, a real fire breather this one was with her wild red hair and flamboyant attire. 'Going to be a fun cruise,' Étienne thought to himself. He stepped aboard with his sea bag flipping off his shoulder and to the deck at his feet. The six-foot two-inch Frenchman of African descent snapped off a professional salute, "Étienne Richard, reporting for duty, ma'am." His accent was decidedly French. Once the appropriate salute was returned, he lowered his arm. "I am trained in the use of your deck guns, ma'am—among other things." He didn't want to say too much as this was his first meeting with the ship's captain. He was prepared to store his gear and begin to inspect his new duty station. Étienne was excited about this assignment and prepared for a deployment.

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Jillian hugged her parents and her siblings thightly. No one had spoken about the difficulties that lied ahead but they all were aware of the possible dangers on board a frigate that was going to be hunting for monsters. Warm goodbyes and farewells had been exchaged when Jillian picked up her brown duffel bag and hung it over her shoulder. As she walked out she read the information again she had received. "The ship is called The Drake and the Captain is Sahara Drake." She said half out loud. Jillian picked up her pace she didn't want to be late on her first day and make a bad first impression.

When she arrived on the docks she started looking out for the ship she was enlisted on. Jillian didn't bother trying to read the names of the big ones. Scanning the ships she noticed a couple of frigates and she went by them one by one till she found the right one. The Drake. Jill stopped for a moment to examine the Frigate. She could tell it wouldn't fit a whole lot of people and with supplies space would be scarce but it had a balloon and a solid body so it could fly and right now that was all she cared about. A spark of joy appeared in her sea green eyes, forgetting all the dangers that might lie ahead for a moment.

Jillian stroked a few hairs that had escaped the braid because of the wind behind her ears and walked on board. She saw two people on board. One male and one female. The male had a big bag so she asumed he was one of the crew aswell. Her eyes rested on the captain for a moment instantly felt the authority radiating from her. Jill was impressed by the female captain and would sure find a great role model in her. "Jillian Bosson, engineer. Reporting for duty Captain." she said as she stood straight and saluted. At least she hoped she did it right. Her experience on vessel like this being directly under a Captain in the fleet was very limited. Her skills, working spirit and her fighting spirit were hopefully enough to forgive honest mistakes she possibly would make.

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Oh man. He was gonna be late.

Not because of oversleeping, or getting lost, or even having second thoughts about risking his neck out there in the open sky. Nah, nothing like that; Jaroslav had been up before sunrise, known exactly where in the city to head, and nothing under the sun could've convinced him to skip out on an adventure like this. No, rather, he was going to be late 'cause, well--- he'd fallen in love.

Jaroslav stopped in front of a yet another ship for the umpteenth time that morning, gaze trailing along its hull. This one was big, much more so than the small one-man boats he'd steered so far. He whistled, lingered, imagined how it would feel to ride something like that, and then promptly remembered he was supposed to be looking for a ship called the Drake. A few dedicated steps later, he spotted another docked beauty, and the cycle began anew.

By the time he finally spied a familiar combination of letters painted on a ship's side, everyone else was already present. Or so he assumed, anyway - he had taken his sweet-ass time, after all. The frigate was... far smaller than he'd imagined, honestly, especially in comparison to the large transport ships he'd admired earlier. The guns kinda made up for it, though. 'Sides, size wasn't everything; smaller ships were easier - and faster - to steer.

Jaro raised a hand in greeting and made his approach before he could be distracted again. He was getting pumped.

"Yo, this the Drake?" he gave the ship and its crew a quick glance-over, then grinned and swung his old, worn bag down without waiting for an invitation to do so - or an answer to his question. "Cool. I'll be your helmsguy; Jaroslav Moravec. You ever heard of The Blazer?" he jabbed a thumb in the direction of his chest, grin widening. "Same guy. Hope you ain't the type to get seasick."

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It had been made clear to Saharah that the people chosen for her crew had not been chosen for their history within the navy, but rather the skills that made them worthy of the missions they were setting out on. On one hand that brought her this Gunner who seemed far more suited for the job than he probably let on, or at least, for service onboard a ship. On the other hand, it brought her someone like this Helmsman, who clearly had little to no experience in the military, but was instead chosen for his skill at the helm. She would need to set some things straight.

"As everyone is present, let me make this clear. Firstly, this is a Naval vessel. I understand some of us have prior experience with military training, and some of us do not. So let's not leave any doubt. This ship will opperate as a Military vessel. Regardless of your experience, or lack thereof in such an environment, you will act accordingly. You are to address me as ma'am, or Captain. You are to salute when you address your superiors and you will show the proper respect for the chain of Command."

She took a long deep breath, hands planted on her hips. "That being said, you all were chosen by the Admiralty to be a part of this crew regardless of prior experience due to your skills that make you suitable for what we intend to do. I have no doubt a time will come that we'll be rather happy to have a Helmsman who can throw out procedure and act on instinct. But until that time comes, we will be running this ship as it was intended to be, a Military vessel. No matter how small it may seem, this is what is needed to out maneuver the beasts in the sky."

With another breath she turned on her heels and walked to the other side of the ship. It wasn't very far... "Today is a test flight. We are heading out to hunt some Devil Vulture that have been seen breaking the clouds not too far from the city. Assuming we can prove successful in hunting something like that, we can look forward to hunting more dangerous creatures."

That seemed about it for briefing, and so she turned to look at the other three gathered, the crew her life, and of course their own all rested in. "Well, enough talk. Let's get out there and kill us some Devil Vulture. Drop your things below and prep the ship for launch. We leave in ten minutes. You have that time and the proceeding flight to familiarize yourselves with your stations. Get to it!"


[System]
"I mean... sometimes you just need a little help you know... right?"
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Deer faunus (as a deer Faunus she has a couple quirks. Startles easily, eats vegetables almost exclusively, hates meat though she can eat it. Has horns obviously, but also a deers ears bit no tail. Naturally a bit nervous)

Further appearance: Heather is rather petite, standing at a mere 5'2 she is slim and lithe only weighing only 133 lb.. Her hair is normally in forward pigtails like above, though she has been known to occasionally experiment with more exotic styles, not always working out so great. Shy prefers short dresses and combat skirts to pants, mixed with stockings. She prefers boots to other footwear and allways has on gloves if outside of her armor. Heathers abs are more developed than that of most girls, though her arms appear to be only slightly more muscled along with her legs, though she is no body builderor anything like that, the diference is noticeble on just slightly closer than a glance (if her legs and arms are uncovered that is, or her midrif I suppose :) )As she focuses on heavy hitting, Heather does wear armor. Her armor is made of several plates of metal connected with an underlying weave of steelsilk. It cover her chest, top of her mid-riff and her arms. She wears a bronze scarf to cover her neck. The armor itself is mint green, lighter than most of what she wears underneath it. She keeps her legs unarmored to avoid hampering the movement of her legs, the amor had no helmet as she prefers not to cover her horns.

Weapon name: Malice

Weapon appearance/function:

Type: Two forms, sheathed and unshaeathed, melee with single medium range ability, dust use

Weapon derivation: Uchigatana/Kanabo

Holstered/sheathed appearance: Worn with the Uchi blade up, the sheath and blade hilt making up the canabo, but curved to fit the sword. Despite the Kanabo sheathes length and size, she carries at her waist like a regular Uchigatana would be.

Weapon appearaance: The Kanabo serves as the sheathe, meaning it is curved unlike a classic Kanabo. Made of black steel, the studs are stainless. THe Uchigatana itself has a white blade, stained from constantly being heated in the Kanabo sheathe.

Form 1: Full Kanabo In its base form, the weapon functions as a full Kanabo about four and a half feet tall, almost as tall as Heather herself (though it has the uchigatanas hilt guard), if more curved than an ordinary Kanabo. In this form it can release small explosions of fire by flaring the studs, originating from the dust vials inserted into its top.

Form 2: Uchigatana/Short kanabo: In this form Heather wields the heavy short Kanabo in her left hand and the Uchi blade in her right. The blade is almost always very hot, often steaming for awhile after being seperated. An interesting ability can be used when first unsheathing the blade. If she pumps all the dust remaining into the the Kanabo before seperating the Uchi, Heather can release a large gout of flame from the sheathe, reaching out to 60 or 70 feet in a cone of about 20 or 30 feet.

Personality: Heather is a reserved and rather shy person in general. She speaks softly(and carries a big stick) and often avoids directly confronting people over issues if she can avoid it. She remains reserved and rarely shares her thoughts or feelings with others, even friends. Most of the time, she comes off as rather socially awkward and shy in the extreme, its hard for her to get particularly close to anyone. In spite of how she normally is, Heather excels and comes into an almost opposite personality when in the thick of a melee, using her weapon Malice with an almost brutal amount of passion and glee. Though still rarely talking, there is no reserve in the way she fights or acts in a combat, throwing her all into what she believes is the ultimate form of self expression.

History: Heather was born and raised in Vale, but not like most children. Her parents were drifters, with no real time to raise a child, so they did what they thought was right. She was dropped at the doorstep of house in the richer district of vale, the owner surprised when he discovered a small faunus child on his porch. He quickly dropped the baby at an orphanage, unwilling to raise any sort of Faunus. Heather was in the poor orphanage until she was about 4, when the orphanage was destroyed by the white fang. After that the chilldren were seperated and taken into many different institutions and groups, Heather was lucky enough to be "adopted" by one Hanna Mint, a human socilite in Vale. However, this was not done out of the kindness of her heart, Hanna was infertile and a widow, as her husband had been a huntsman who died fighting Grimm., and Hanna wanted a legacy, she wanted a child who would be a famous huntsman. To this end, Heather Di Mint, as she was named by her new mother, was almost never not training. Wether learning to use dust, strengthening her Aura, learning her semblance or rigourous physical training she was almost never doing anything else. Though Hanna Mint was not a huntress herself, she had a large inheritance invested into many succesful companies, meaning that though she never went to Signal Heather always had a tutor, often several at once. Schooled this way, isolated from others of her age Heather became introverted in the extreme, being shy around anyone who wasn't her mother, who she only ever wanted to impress. To this end she worked hard, enduring all of her training no matter how difficult or trying it got. Then, when she caame of age, she was admitted into beacon. Now on her second year, Heather has still opened up very little, remaining the shy introvert she has been since year one, no one has managed to become close enough to her to open up just yet.

Emblem

Color: Mint Green

Combat style:When one full size Kanabo Heather focuses on a combination of heavy ground destroying hits and blocking. After transforming, if she uses it as a flamethrower firt, she then dispatches any defense, changing to a full offensive push, using the shorter Kanabo and Uchigatana in tandem to hti her opponent with a flurry of blows, much faster than her full Kanabo. Without her weapons, Heather is a student of drunken boxing, meaning though not AS dangerous, she can continue to fight effectively.

Strengths and weaknesses: Heather is incredibly strong in spite of her size from years of training her body, also granting her far more fortitude than someone of her size should have which is improved further by her armor. However, also unlike other fighters of her size, her reactions and the speed of her attack are hampered by her armor and she puts to much strength behind most of her attacks, leaving her more open for counters than most other hunters if she misses. Her semblence somewhat makes up for these deficiencies, making her far harder to hit, not necasarily because she is faster or has better reflexes, but it makes guessing her moves far more difficult.

Semblance: Vanish in smoke- Heather is withdrawn and enjoys little more than practicing or studying alone, her semblance reflects her shy nature. Upon its use Heather begins to smoke... literally parts of her body begin exude coloums of smoke as if from a huge dying fire. The smoke obscures her motions, making her strikes harder to predict, and making her harder to hit. In addition to valing her movements, Heather can strike out with the buring smoke, able to blind and seriously burn opponents unlucky enough to get caught by the thrown embers. However, the semblance ownly directly increases her speed, meaning her hits come no harder and she gains no more endurance, though it gives her the oppourtunity to escape dangerous situations. The one truly offensive capability she calls "smoking blade", where she channels the smoke purely to her blade or Kanabo(or both though this is more difficult) adding both the ability to seriously burn opponents as well as seperate groups by spreading the smoke with rapid or heavy strikes, throughing the choking, burning smoke into the air. If used in tandem with the Kanabo's flamethrower attack, Heather can create a sort of extreme burning smog blinding, burning and choking anyone or anything caught in the cone of thick black smog.

[User]
Liam Yugure - Beacon Courtyard - Monday Morning
Slamm
Intrigued about Renjis past, he wondered if peace was an actual thing people enjoyed in the world of Revenant. He continued to listen, and pictured Renjis home in his mind. It sounded peaceful, beautiful and serene. I'll have to visit this place should i get the oppurtunity...

When he was asked about his home he laughed a bit, Liam only visited cities when he was with his father on business trips.
"No I never properly lived in a city, only visited them. My father owns a large portion of land where his mansion, my old home, stood at least three stories high. But out of all the space i only found him in his study thats it. But enough about him. feeling a tad homesick, missing the maids and butlers of his home more than his father he quickly changed the subject.
[color=red]"So what brought you to beacon, if i may ask?"[/color. He knew that everyone had his reasons, but that wasn't going to stop his journey, nothing will.

[Assistant]
Orlan Price - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Monday Morning

Orlan eventually replaced the sketchbook in his pocket, pushing himself to his feet with a deep sigh. He certainly didn't want to put forth the effort to force an interaction with someone, and nobody looked interested in meeting him anyway. I'll just grab my bag and find someplace a little more out of the way, I think...

He had only just slung said bag, containing only one change of clothes, his toolbag, and a few small personal items, over his shoulder before an impact from behind caused him to shuffle forward a step. Hand unconciously going to his hip above Axios, Orlan turned to regard the offending stranger. Mild confusion lit his face for a moment as his gaze fell on the girl backing away from him and her excess of clothing.

"The fault is not wholly yours, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going either," Orlan finally says after a long pause and brief shrug, his hand falling away from his weapon. "Are you... cold?" he then asks, that being the only conclusion he can come up with for such attire.

[User]
Heather Di Mint - Vale docks - Monday morning

"Great job Di, you came off EXACTLY how you did last year... awesome" All Heather did in response to Paris's greeting was nod, before Rust sauntered up to the group, a member of team FRST. Heathher giggled lightly at the clearly tired Rust as he greeted them... before immediately falling onto the docks, pulling out his pillow and taking a nap. Heather wasn't really bothered by Rust's nickname for her, she knew it wasn't anything mean, he just enjoyed fluffy things... the number of times he surprised her with hugs last year had largerly prepared her for that, so she just smiled shyly. of course she couldn't help but slide ever so slightly behind Paris in case he tried to hug her anyway. Yami on the othe hand made the young faunus jump.

Heather, depite not being an animal, still had some quirks of wildlife, one of which was her very easily startled nature. Yami, who she could never hear coming, was the most common source of Heather being startled. She let out a little squeak upon hearing him speak, hopping in front of Paris in surprise. She sighed when she realised it was Yami, and her face turned red with blush, "Great, now you've embarassed yourself again... alright calm down, its fine, now you can start putting your plan into actton!... please work" after her little surprise, Heather moved next to Yami and gave a sort of crooked smile up at him before responding to Paris, her face still red from emarrasment, "Well... my um... I'm fine." after giving her answer she'd wait to hear Yami's before asking him, "So... um... how was your break... Yami?" not usually the starter of any conversation, it was a bit odd for her to ask someone, even on her team, a question that could start a conversation.


[System]
Bloody Mary
A warped record plays her song...
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Human?

Appearance: (She does not have the robot-esque hands. Her hands are normal.) She's a tall woman of slim build and average muscle. She sports platinum blonde hair that goes to right above the shoulder, and hides it in her bonnet thingy. She is fair-skinned, and has a nice, soft face, with slightly thin lips, and a petite nose. Her bust size is a bit below average, and she has slender legs. Her hands are surprisingly quite soft, and she does not wear any sort of nail polish. Her hips are quite wide, but hidden under her antique dress.

Faction: Order of the Sword

Personality: An intelligent lady who is naturally sweet, but unflinchingly honest, mainly because she doesn't realize when she says something rude. Fairly easily persuaded and trusting. Also very quiet, even though she believes she is right almost always due to being praised for most all of her life. She shares a natural sympathy for demons and angels due to her interactions and bond with Hunter, but will still kill demons or angels and adapt their technologies and allow others to experiment on them. The dead have no regrets after all.

She has a supreme hatred of her silvery blood, becoming ashamed and almost vomiting at it's sight. She also only use her demon-like form as an absolute last resort.

Bio: Born and raised in Sweden, she was a star student in school and quickly rose the academic ranks, going to college at only 15. With double degrees in both Theology and Engineering, the incident at Fortuna naturally interested her. At 19 She moved there and attempted to get closer to the Order by joining it, but realized that, as management changed hands the organization now fought for good. Her skill allowed her to work under the Head Researcher, a man with the visage of an demon named Hunter.

The old man treated her like his daughter, doting and focusing on her as if she was his own. He had never had a child due to his experiments turning him into a demon, and she had never had a father, so the glove seemed to fit. As the man grew older though, he realized that he was going to have to pass his work onto her. His last project before he retired was a bio-engineering magnum opus that aimed to give the power of the divine to humans without making them horrific beasts or sacrificing themselves to demonhood. Maria was to be the recipient.

The experiment wasn't a complete success. Though Mary didn't completely sacrifice her humanity and become a demon, she is no longer fully human. She has spliced her blood with that of a demon's. Though she is not a demon she can become a demon-like creature at will, and her blood is a sickly luminous white. Both she and Hunter refused to report this to Kyrie and Nero, instead pretending that the experiment just made her faster and stronger. Currently, she is trying to figure out a way to dissuade The Order from adopting this mutation for regular use, all while caught up in the middle of the apocalypse. What's a girl to do, ey?

[Combat]

Powers and Abilities: unnatural almost demonic strength and speed, though her body is still as frail as a human's.
* Devil Trigger: A more bestial form bestowing her lots of fur, razor sharp teeth and claws, and antlers. This mode givers her increased power, defense, and speed. But she can only use this for a limited amount of time, and hates revealing her demon visage. She also gains some DT-specific techniques.
* Firebrand Trigger: Fairly similar to her DT, except fiery. A trail of magma follows behind her, seeping out of her legs, and she's able to enhance her attacks with explosions.

Style:
Huntress, LV 1 - This style gives Mary speed. Her focus in this mode will be to allow the enemy to wear itself out, quickly dodging in and out of it's range and lightly attack before escaping. At LV 1 this allows her great boosts of speed similar to a dodge in any direction, except up or down. Along with a general speed boost, of course.
LVL 2 - Flashsteps, incredible jumps, wall running, etc.
LVL 3 - Corporeal Illusions

Beasthood, LV 1 - This style gives Mary power. Her focus in this mode is to completely curb stomp the enemy, relentlessly attacking it until it's not more than dust. At LV 1 this allows her to hold either two weapons at the same time, or a ridiculously large two handed weapon. Along with a general attack speed and strength boost, of course.
LVL 2 - 3 weapons at once
LVL 3 - 3 weapons times 3

Equipment:

A long handgun infused with divine power so that it may harm demons and angel. Crafted by both Hunter and Mary as their first duo project.
[LV 2] The gun becomes full auto.
[LV 3] Infuse blood into the bullets to increase their power.

A large scimitar that cuts through the air (and everything else) like butter. She may also attach it to the handle made of angel bone to transform it into a scythe when in Beasthood Style. Hunter's weapon for when he was still gathering materials "in the field."
[LV 2] Demonic thorns cover the blade, dealing more damage and inflicting bleeding.
[LV 3] Add a Exceed Engine to the BS.

Made of Orpheus, a human turned demon by rejecting the gods, this jitte has the ability to manipulate vibrations. At level one, it may simply generate these vibrations, useful for audial trickery or enhanced attacks.
[LV 2] Manipulate existing vibrations.
[LV 3] The vibrations become magical, not needing a medium to travel through.

Obtained from Lily, Mary now has the ability to summon simple weapons by solidifying magic. Because of their ephemeral nature, they're mostly used as throwing weapons. At level one, Mary can summon both spears and shuriken to throw. The shuriken are faster, and more than one can be thrown at a time in Huntress, while the spears fly farther, and are a bit more powerful.
[LV 2] Mary can now summon swords to act as a shield.
[LV 3] Mary now has complete control of all summoned weapons.

PoD
Unload: A simple three-shot burst.
Headshot: A quick unflinching bullet to the head.

BS
Reverse Cleave: A backhanded slash to launch the opponent backwards.
Head Buster: A small leap into a powerful downward slice that could shatter much with ease.
Dropkick: Plant the BS into the ground, using it as a pole to dropkick an enemy. Can break an enemy's guard.
Weapon Trick: When in Beasthood Style, can transform the weapon into a scythe.
Ariel Rave: A quick few slashes while in the air.
Launcher - Send the opponent into the air with an upward strike. Following them up is optional.

BS - Scythe
Hell-a-copter: Multiple spins above the head designed to decapitate multiple foes at once.
Logarius' Spin: A quick circular slice to the left, then right. Can be done while moving.
Hell and Back: Throw the BS-S towards an enemy, before it returns.

TE
Beat: Enhance one's strikes by forcing the jitte to vibrate.
Capriccio: Replicate a simple sound at any volume.
Intermezzo: A blast of vibrational energy that travels straight forward for a short distance before dispersing.
Falsetto: Generate a loud, incredibly high pitched sound to deafen allies and enemies alike.

PP
Shuriken Storm - Mary spins around quickly, throwing out as many shuriken as possibly.
Firework - Mary launches a spear, and shortly after it sticks into something, it bursts into magical energy.
Sawblade - A trio of large shuriken crawl across the floor, slicing up anything in their way.
Lance a lot - Mary summons a huge spear, and can use it almost like a lance.
Air Trick - Summon a spear as a stepping stone to jump again.

Huntress
Dash: A quick step in any direction.
Demon's Soul - A quick dash forward, ending when the BS is firmly planted into an enemy's heart.
Accelerando Dash: Dash, using TE to enhance the distance traveled.

Beasthood
Bloodstorm: A quick sweeping spin with BS, accompanied with a spray of bullets at the same time.
Duet: TE can enhance both itself and another weapon with Beat.
Waltz: Use TE to spin in a circle with both that and the BS out.

Devil Trigger
Chomp! - Mary grabs the opponent and takes a large bite out of them, restoring a small amount of health.
Demon's Omen - An explosive roar that deals no damage, but knocks small opponent's back.

Firebrand Trigger
Magma Dash - A quick burst of speed that leaves a thick trail of lava behind Mary.
Rondo of Burn - Use the vibrations of TE to create a wave of lava.
Some of her attacks have small explosive AoEs added.

[User]
Vigrid

Mission Complete

Kushiel
Kills: 2/5
Style: 2/3 (+1, PvP)

Lily
Kills: 5/5 (+3, Champion Kill)
Style: 3/3 (+1, PvP)

Fenn
Kills: 5/5 (+2, Allegiance Kill)
Style: 2/3

-Am-X Blair
Kills: 4/5
Style: 2/3 (+1, PvP)

Note: Remember that Style will go directly to your Styles. Your "Kills" scores will be assignable where you please. Add them to the spreadsheets.

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Mitis Forest
@Zorogami@Lmpkio@rivaan

Gorgon placed her hand one one of the snakes, and vaulted herself up into the air, evading the wide strike from Wrath. He managed to catch one of the snakes, the one she vaulted off of, but the other one was coming from below, getting low on the ground and pursuing Wrath. She kept the Nephilim in her sights as she landed a little after Wrath's backflip ended, sprinting towards him. With the way she was moving towards him, it looked like she fights with hand to hand, and with her acrobatic movements very quickly too, but at the same time her snake companions seemed to be backing her up. The one that was struck had finished reeling from taking a hit though it would not reach the fight for a few moments after it's twin did. The dagger was a danger too to any careless attack as she demonstrated before her ability to parry an attack.

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Ancient Library
@Kafka Komedy@Lugubrious@liferusher@ProPro

"Oh I think I'm going to cry Akoni", he taunted. Akoni's plan was sound, at least, as far as he knew Sevrin. The man didn't have any weapons... But there was so much he didn't know about him now. As soon as Akoni went to grab the Yamato through the portal, he felt a stinging pain as Sevrin flipped out a knife from under his sleeves. In a single motion he dropped the Yamato, slashed Akoni's hand then kicked the Yamato back up, switching the hand he held the blade in.

"But I'm afraid it's almost closing time... I wasn't joking about the librarian, so with that... Farewell", he said, grabbing his hat and bowing as he put his knife away.

From behind Sevrin a blue glow began to emanate, getting brighter, and brighter, and as soon as it reached it's opus, it fired. Sevrin's image distorted and disappeared as he was no longer anywhere to be seen, likely getting away with his skill in subterfuge, but in his place... Was a beast of eldritch origins.

The people of the Council would know what these foul ancient beasts were, and for them to appear once more, was only ill omen.

Abyssal.

[Assistant]
Mitis Forest-Forest Showdown

Wrath growled slightly in annoyance but took note of Gorgon's preferred choice of close combat fighting. Switching to Comminus Form, he sheaths Rage Bringer and the claws on his gauntlets appear, the light of the sun reflecting off them as he took a ready stance. When her first attack came, Wrath side stepped to the right, avoiding the dagger but finding himself face to face with the snake, which he rolled forwards under it's strike. He'd determined early on that getting hit by one of those big boys would mean he had a very bad day. Spinning quickly, he knocks aside another dagger strike with his left hand and aims a slash towards Gorgon's shoulder, avoiding eye contact, before jumping back and once more being forced to evade the giant snake.

He knew the other snake would be arriving to join in the fray soon so Wrath used his Rapid Slashes on Gorgon, closing with her at incredible speeds and slashing five times in quick succession, each blow aimed somewhere different on her body. When he finished, he aimed a quick jab at her chest, a poor decision, as the second snake caught him from his left and sent him careening into a tree. The impact knocked the wind out of the nephilim, but he stood up, taking his stance again. He needed someone to take the snakes if he was going to have a chance.

[User]
Mary turned to Akoni as he fell to his knees in pain. She wondered what he had done. He had cast a spell obviously, two of them actually, though the light spell simple seemed to disappear behind Sevrin. Again the demon began rambling, revealing that Akoni had tried to search for its name. That did not bode well. And again, he mentioned the librarian. She was beginning to doubt that he was joking about that.

Akoni confirmed he did know exorcism spells, but attempting one would be a fruitless battle. She sighed. It seemed that there was exactly one way to win this battle. Retrieve the Yamato. For a second they all stood there in silence, waiting it out. Akoni stared intently at what used to be his friend, before speaking again. He expressed sorrow that he would have to kill a colleague, before launching an attack.

Mary was surprised, to say the least. She began dashing at the monster at full speed in an attempt to grab its attention. Akoni's plan surely wouldn't work without help. But before the old man could lay on hand on the katana, another blade met him. A knife slid out from behind Sevrin's hand, before he flipped the Yamato out of reach. Though he bid his farewell, Mary threw the Falling Leaf Blade at him in an attempt to halt his teleportation. But he had already flickered out, instead being replaced by an excellent blue beam. Mary managed to get out of the way with another quick dash, but she was sure her blade was no more.

The blinding light reveal the form of the Librarian. It was a horrifying, almost eldritch beast that's maw glowed with an ethereal energy. Mary quickly rearmed herself with the Burial Suit, and began circling around it. "Spread out!" She shouted to her comrades. Hopefully it didn't have many tricks up its sleeve. It's massive size and atomic breath would be an issue enough.


[System]
Age: Twenty-Three

Unable to really decide the direction that she wanted to go, Sara is currently studying a mix of the arts and fashion. She is a bright young woman, and is currently attending university on scholarship. Her family could have paid for her education, but she insisted that she earn her way into the program instead, wanting to see if she could get in by her own merit. Growing up as an only child left to her own devices, she is a rather meek girl, doing her best to keep to herself as to not cause bother to anyone. As her parents often had many meetings, she learned social cues on when not to interrupt, or how to ask for things in a polite manner being that many calls that her parents took were to businessmen who had little time or patience to be put on hold. Since her parents were usually busy handling affairs, they thought it best for Sara to get accustomed to being at the home, and was home-schooled for a large duration of her education. The plan was to have her marry off to improve stocks, but Sara insisted that she did want to pursue a higher education for herself.

She enjoyed her many lessons, from music to learning other languages, but she has long since forgotten most of it. As a child, the music lessons were her favorite, mostly because she was able to play to a small audience of her many stuffed animals and just a few hands around the home. Due to this, she grew rather attached to her stuffed animals she had tons of during her childhood. The hands were busy taking care of the house, but they had little in common with a young girl. With no actual friends to play with, her imagination simply boomed to keep her entertained. Unfortunately, this habit has caused her to become quite awkward when talking to new people, and confide her stuffed animals or pets over the years.

Still, even if she is not the best around people, she goes out of her way to show kindness towards others, often putting their problems in front of her own. Sara herself isn't much of a fighter, if at all. Not having much interaction with people didn't lead her to really having to know anything as far as defending herself. Even still, she will do her best to help those that need it, even if she had no idea what she is doing.

[User]
The woman seemed to be a pretty deep sleeper, as the teddy bears constant wriggling didn't do too much to actually disturb her. If anything, it just had her shift about, at times easing her grip, and tightening back up again. Soon enough, the teddy bear was free from her grasp. As the soft fur poked the sleeping face of the young woman, her nose instinctively scrunched up as some of the fur tickled at her nose. Sara still had not registered that the bear she had been holding so closely was now gone.

Quite some time had passed between her falling asleep, and the bear's slow movements to get the chair towards the door to escape. The carpet was working to an advantage, to some fault. While it made its escape quieter, the chair would indeed get caught in bits of the carpet, slowing the escape. Their patience would be rewarded, as the young woman didn't wake up from her slumber, but seemed to realize subconsciously that she no longer was holding the bear, a quiet whimper escaping her throat as her hands began feeling about the bed for the familiar fur she was used to holding. Her search didn't keep for too long, her hands eventually stilling as she slipped back into a deep sleep.

It seemed that the darkness of the room from the bear's height had deceived them, for the door was wide open. The effort they had put into dragging the chair seemed to be for nothing. The door to get out would be a different story, however. As they made their way through the dorm, the way lit by more small night-lights in outlets around the dorm. Clearly, Sara wasn't fond of the dark, which is why she left her door open, even though she had sufficient light in her room to fall asleep. Loud voices suddenly pierced through the door. College students. They didn't know much rhyme or reason about when you should be considerate of others sleep schedules. The group passed through, the quiet soon returning. So quiet, the air became slightly heavy.

"Isn't this the place?"

Some rustling. Paper, perhaps? "Yeah, Dorm 55. That weird chick lives here. The one that talks to that bear she's got all the time."

The handle turned rougly a few times, voices outside muttering curse words that it was locked. "Give me that screwdriver I'll just pry the damn thing open."

[Assistant]
Rasteva did scream this time. Albeit silently so as not to wake the still slumbering woman. All of their work. All of their struggling was for NOTHING as the bedroom door had been open the entire time. The Daemon pressed a paw to their face, and wondered what it would be like to cry actual tears. They had never done so a day in their life, but now seemed like an appropriate time to do so. Hopping down from the chair and filled with abject embarrassment, the Daemon scampered out the door and towards the main room of the girl's home. This time they knew that they'd have to repeat the process, but at least their efforts wouldn't be for nothing.

Toddling into the kitchen, the Daemon prepared to haul yet another chair to the door when they heard voices. A group of Humans seemed to be chattering outside, and the Daemon paused to listen. Their conversation did not make much sense, but it immediately became clear that they were talking about the Woman who's home the Daemon was trying to escape.

Much more concerning was that they were attempting to break in.

This posed a variety of problems for a number of reasons and Rasteva bolted back into the woman's bedroom. Scrambling up onto her bed, the Daemon began to prod at her again in a panic but suddenly halted. What would they do once she woke up? They couldn't reveal what they were and It wasn't every day that stuffed animals spoke, and she was sure to be terrified. Moreso once the people at the door managed to make their way inside. The Daemon supposed that the could simply lay there they way a stuffed animal should and not intervene at all. Rasteva stared down at the sleeping woman, mind turning over itself. She had done nothing wrong. Her only crime had been holding the small toy that the Daemon now possessed.

They could not leave her to Fate.

Groaning in irritation, the Daemon hopped from the bed and rushed back into the other room. The sound of tools could be heard on the other side of the door and the voice cajoled each other as the Humans on the other side moved ever closer to getting in. Rasteva let out aother groan, unable to believe that they would be forced to waste what precious energy they had on THIS. But in a way it could be considered repayment for possessing a random girl's stuffed animal and making off with it.

The Bear dropped soundlessly to the floor and a plume of smoke erupted from it as Rasteva pulled themselves from the toy. They wound their way across the floor and under the front door. Coiling at the gathered Human's feet Rasteva gathered what power they had to expand their present form. It was not much, but it would do. One of the Humans noticed the smoke pooling at their feet and began to panic, alerting the rest. Rasteva drew themselves up to eye level with them, a cloud of black smoke roiling on itself in front of them. Of all their possible forms this one by far was the most useless. Rasteva could do nothing, and had no means by which to physically interact with anything.

But they could be seen, and they could be heard.

"COWER MORTALS BEFORE YOUR IMPENDING DOOM. SEE AND HEAR THE END OF NOT ONLY YOUR EXISTENCE BUT ALL LIFE ON THIS PITIFUL WORLD."
From where the Humans were standing they were confronted by a screaming pillar of smoke with a large fanged maw.

Needless to say they were terrified.

The door forgotten, the Humans promptly began to scream as was to be expected when confronted by a threatening smoke cloud. Rasteva took a moment to revel in their terror, but not for long. They ran the risk of waking up the girl sleeping on the other side of the door, and the Daemon could not have that. "Be silent!" the cloud barked, and the group of delinquents complied immediately, each of their faces pale and tear stained. The cloud's voice lowered to a hiss, the fanged maw edging closer to the Humans, it's teeth looking more than capable of rending their flesh despite being composed of smoke. "Remove yourself from my sight, and know that your doom comes.....And uh...Don't bother telling anyone about this. They're probably not going to believe you." The group of delinquents nodded silently in unison, not eager to argue with a demonic smoke cloud before rushing away, all tripping over each other in their haste to escape.

Satisfied that their work was complete, Rasteva immediately deflated and retreated back under the door. Their little stunt had been costly, and moreover they had revealed themselves to Humans though they were sure no one would be any the wiser even if they DID speak of what had just happened. Rasteva coiled back over to the forgotten stuffed bear and settled back inside of it once more. There was no chance of them escaping tonight, even know they could not muster the power to even move the toy. Resigning themselves to spending the night on the floor, the Daemon only hoped that the girl sleeping in the other room did not question their distance from her bed too much.

Rasteva made a mental note to collect their payment from her at a later date once they had regained their own body.

[User]
It wasn't the commotion just outside her dorm that stirred the young woman from her slumber, but the fact that nature was indeed calling. Groaning softly as her body forced her out of practiced habit to wake up and go to the bathroom, she made her way down the hall, seeming to ignore the chair in her dazed state. Upon entering, she did her business and washed her hands, rubbing at her eyes afterwards. "Mmm...What time is it?" Nobody would respond to her, and she didn't seem to be able to spot a clock in this room. Stepping out into the hallway once more she moved into the kitchen, pulling a chilled bottle of water from the fridge, finding her throat had dried during her sleep cycle.

On her way back to the room, her eyes spotted the teddy bear on the floor, and gasped. "Oh no! How did you get all the way out here?" Kneeling down, she grabbed the plush animal and headed back to her room. "What were you doing? Trying to go on adventure?" Sara giggled. "The couch can be a fun place, but who knows what danger goes there." She teased, blinking in surprise at the chair near her door. "Did I move that? I don't think I did..." Rolling with it though, she continued to pick at her bear. "You're pretty strong to move this chair across the room." Easily pushing the chair back to it's original position.

Setting the water bottle on a coaster on the bedside table, she got re-adjusted under the blankets and fell back asleep, turning her back to the door with the intent of holding the teddy bear captive in her arms until morning.

---------- The Next Morning ----------

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-

Click.

"Too early," Sara yawned, as her fingers found the snooze button as she rolled over. Resuming her sleep for another ten minutes, her alarm blaring again, doing its best to reason her to wake. Her hand searched out once she was disturbed again, and switched it to the OFF position, slowly sitting up and yawning. Taking a few minutes to gather herself, she looked at the time and slowly took a few drinks of her water bottle. The clock read 9:45AM - she had about an hour to get back to school for her morning class. Standing up, she stretched out and headed into the bathroom, leaving the bear in a moment of silence before the sound of water rushing filled the hallway.

What she thought was ten minutes - that was actually twenty, the water was turned off and she emerged, pulling a towel from the closet to dry herself off, and wrap a second, smaller towel around her hair. Opening the door, the steam escaped the bathroom. Heading back into the room, she opened her closet, pulling out a navy skirt and the tan pullover sweater-material vest from it as well, removing the towel and dressing herself for the day. Deciding to pull on the white thermal tights she had bought, and a pair of knee-high boots.

Fluffing her hair out and making sure it was dry she grabbed a nearby brush and blowdryer, pulling it through her hair until it was dry and a little frizzy, which she easily fixed with a small bit of product. Turning her attention back towards the ribbons, she stood in front of them for quite some time, deciding on the color for today. "We wore blue yesterday...What about..orange today?" She asked, looking back over to the teddy bear, as if he would nod happily in response to being dressed up. Puling the matching ribbons from their hook, she kneeled down, her fingers gently tying the ribbon into a cute bow around its neck, slipping her finger in between the ribbon and the bear's neck to gauge that it wasn't on too tight. Once satisfied, she tied her own tie on her neck.

Once she had grabbed her bag, she scooped up the teddy bear into her arms and took a portable toothbrush and toothpaste with her to brush her teeth after she ate breakfast. Heading out of the dorm, she heard it close behind her and made her way back out of the building the way she had come before. Heading to a coffee shop, she approached the counter. She wasn't actually here for coffee. Not a real fan of the bitterness of it, to be honest. Ordering a melted turkey sandwich with a cup of milk, she gave her name, and picked a seat by the window where she would still be able to see the door, and placed the bear in the seat opposite of her.

It didn't take long for her order to be ready, and hearing her name, passed a look to the bear across from her. "One moment. I'll be right back." She had no qualms about leaving it unattended, since the shop itself was rather small and cozy. If someone tried to take the bear, someone would see. Returning back with her breakfast, she began eating, her eyes drifting outside. Some might wonder if Sara had any actual friends made out of flesh and blood rather than the stuffed companion that she fancied so much as she poured the bear a much smaller amount of milk in a tiny container, and cut a small piece of the sandwich to put on a napkin for them, humming a soft song as she watched some birds outside hopping about and eating small crumbs that nobody could see.


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Previous Occupation (If highschool student or lower specify): Sandwich Artist

Appearance:

Player (Unless a hacker spot for this side is open)
Alliance: R3v314t1on
Gamertag: Hyp3r1on
Alias: "The Red Death" to players outside of R3v314t1on
Gender: Male
Level: Max
Class: Battleborn/Caretaker
Subclass: Bounty Hunter (Specialize in finding hidden units, close combat and chasing down opponents. Higher speed, lower armor, Higher attack power when 1 on 1)
Weapons: Revolver x2, Rifle, Bolo, Laser short sword
Abilities:
Active abilities:
Mark: Puts a flare on the target, showing their location at all times (one at a time)
Bolo: Stuns for 2 seconds, 10 foot range (20 foot for marked target)
Bounty: If within 300 units (5 feet) of a stunned, marked enemy with less than 15% health, coup de grace for bonus exp and credits
Honorable Duel: Neither player may move away or use items, can only attack each other for the next 3 seconds (7 seconds if marked target)
Poison-dart: Single target poison that slows players more the longer it lasts, slowly dissipates as well
Sarsaparilla: Heal over time (only self cast)

Passives:
Close the gap: When near a marked enemy, Movement speed increases 50%
One at a time: 1.5 damage to marked target (.75 damage to non-marked targets)

Bio: ???
Personality: (Optional since I prefer to let their personality come to life on their own)
PvP/Ragnarok theme song:

[User]
E.C.H.O

This wasn't the first time Echo had been here, but it still amazed her none the less. It had been quite sometime she had been around in here, ever since the first couple of attempts of a siege. Shaking at the thought of the failures and things she saw, she wasn't exactly all that excited about being here again for essentially the same purpose. Meeting the commander as his name was, a real stick up the ass type of guy, looking down on the group, she found a lot of the big boys did that. Couldn't blame them, they weren't the big boys for nothing, but it still always irked her, they had never really been her thing. She had the capacity to be the same way, but it was to much effort in all honesty, way to much, and before now, she was just content with doing what she wanted more or less.

Continuing on their way, she pretty much had tuned out the man after he started to look down on them, though he wasn't really revealing what she didn't already know about the place. Kiro tensed as the guards raised their guns at them and Echo watched as some of the others did as well, she put her hand on Kiro's head and reassured them they were fine "Wouldn't make any sense to slaughter us, he's just stroking himself a little bit, nothing like a good wank of the big ole boy to show he's top shit around, right?" she spoke to Kiro but anyone close would hear her. Kiro gave a chuckle, relaxing as they were continuing on their way. Quickly entering the room, they encountered Minx, a...very interesting person to say the least. Hadn't changed one bit since the last time she had seen the women, as sassy as ever too. Seeing her starting to leave, the group had started to move and one by one they tried to start explaining what they could do and the like.

Until one member, a Warlock, got impatient "I mean it wouldn't hurt to know what everyone does, these are your allies and not someone expandable. Having knowledge of what they can do, can save an entire battle or yourself. Hell a whole army can be saved with team work and what you need for team work is knowledge of how your team works, just a word to the wise, im not scolding you because at the end of the day, who am i to tell you how to feel, i didn't mean anything by it, im just giving helpful tips as a vet in these types of games..." turning on her heels "Kiro can explain what we can do."

As Echo moved off, Kiro walked between most of the group "Being a Huntress Class, Echo was forced to not take active skills, instead i have most of the active capabilities we have. The first being me itself, i am her main weapon in the most literal sense. The Dog i am put in, is fitted with me, an Artificial Intelligence, one of the best in game. I am virtually self and free thinking, and capable of making decisions at the same time as well you guys. Besides me, the dog is fitted with a radar system, up to half a mile in radius. A Radio itself and a rescue ping system, the body itself is bullet proof, big rounds and armor piercing are the only things that can break through. Blades are almost never likely to be able to cut through. The claws are made of sharpened Titanium, as are the teeth. The jaw can crush iron plates with ease, if that's any type of measurements. It also is impact absorbent, full on collision with a car, will only slightly damage the dog. It's also fitted with the huntress passive abilities, but those are a little harder to explain so you can look on the class information here if you're interested" Kiro sent a group message to them all "that's all for us, oh, her weapon information is also in there as well, but Echo can be a close , mid, and even long range fighter, she also is full of experience, so hope she can be of assistance to you all."

Kiro quickly walked up next to Echo, who was walking next to Minx "I don't know if you remember me, but we've fought together and every time we lost, what is different this time?" she glanced back at the group, worried for a second but quickly focused forward, looking at Minx.

[Assistant]
[AoD]
Genesis, Sanctuary: Pyre

Every one of Angel's nerves were on edge as they were led to a large gate, She had literally just gotten over the fact that she would be working in an actual team but when they made it to the gate her Mercenary alarms were on high Alert. When they made it to the gate Angel's heart was in her throat as the group was inspected by the man sitting between the two Goliaths. She was slightly annoyed at how the commander was just disregarding their abilities but bit her tongue as she looked to all the heavily armed Goliaths deciding to shrink back in the group.

 She had never been in Pyre and was pleasantly surprised that it was so different from Killion. Killion, even though it was basically the base of The terrorist group, it wasn't nearly as fortified on the outer edges as it was in Pyre and there were definetly more Shady people. When they got into the city Angel could literally see the currency draining from her account as they passed by the shops, there were so many good things to buy but Angel knew she shouldn't buy at the moment. "I'll come back for this stuff later" she said as she stared at a weapon upgrade shop that had caught her eye. She definetly had enough money to trick herself out with some good stuff but then what would be the point to messaging the UN to give them stuff.

 She chose not to fly through the streets and chose to just walk in line trying to draw the least attention to herself even though it was a bit hard with the fact that her Armor and wing were quiet a distinguishable factor of her character. A few of the guards locked eyes with her as they walked through the city and one even readjusted his gun as she looked at her. "God this is ridiculous, I haven't even do anything... yet" she though as said Goliath lowered their gun and just turned back around.

 She was constantly darting her eyes around taking in details and it was all she could do to keep herself taking off into the air to calm her nerves, She had to be professional. As they walked into the room with general and got through their introductions Angel was a getting very annoyed that people continue to not give them credit just because they were a bit unbalanced. "I'm actually pretty Good at Offence, Defense, and support" she said with a bit a irritation in her voice "And with my flight ability I could even be a scout" Angel finished with a huff. As she stood there Angel tapped her talons on the ground in impatience feeling a bit claustrophobic with the amount of people in the same room as her, it got to the point where she slowly moved over to the wall and leaned against it trying to just get a bit more breathing room.

[User]
Sensei
Genesis: Sanctuary Pyre

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Smiling, Sensei took a moment to commit the names of the rest of his team to memory, following the small escort sent to take them further into the Sanctuary. He made sure to observe the extensive security measures throughout the city, thinking to himself, This place is pretty well defended, especially considering how little time that they must've had to prepare for all of this. I can definitely see why R3v314t1on hasn't swarmed this place already. Looking through the shops, he saw almost nothing but guns, guns, swords, and more guns. One of the many downsides of going "weaponless." Not everyone saw the advantages of such a choice, and Sensei wanted to make sure that his teammates didn't do the same. James stayed mostly silent as the commander brought them to the General, who introduced them to Minx. With this much militarism and hierarchy throughout the Sanctuary, I'm surprised that none of these top guns haven't straight up started a dictatorship or something.

He listened intently as Minx introduced herself and looked over the group. Indeed, he had not been thrilled when he saw not a single Caretaker in the bunch. However, as they began to travel, he perked up as he heard his companions begin to list off their strengths. Hearing Watcher mention his sniper rifle was a plus; Sensei knew that he would need plenty of long range counterparts from the others, considering his own skill set. Yukihiro listed off not only his own abilities but those of his summons. He thought briefly on each of them: Indriel would be the one he would probably fight next to, Christian would provide much needed cover, and Alisia would be there when he inevitably made a mistake and took a crap ton of damage. Afterwards, there was Onyx, who kept his dialogue to a minimum. Sensei was about to speak out, until Echo did it for him. Her response was also fairly short, although she let her "Killing.Infiltration.Robot.Operator D Version" do the explaining. Yes, I am going to call it that every time I refer to it. If anything, he appreciated the message that he was sent. It would at least give him something to read on the way to Killion. Listening to Angel, he thought briefly on her wings. He could imagine plenty of uses for those, especially if they could carry any considerable weight. The thought of her carrying the entire team by her wings sprung to mind and made him giggle, until he realized that it was probably his own turn to speak.

Taking a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts, he spoke out to the group, saying, "Alright, so as you might have guessed, I'm one of those "idiotic weaponless" BattleBornes. Yeah, yeah, if you're going to insult me, I've heard it all before. Now, talking strategy, I'm definitely best up close, and I'll deal plenty of damage once I'm there. Most Brawlers are pretty tame, but I've studied martial arts my entire life, so I wouldn't say I'm like most Brawlers. But I'm basically no good from a distance, and I'll occasionally need plenty of cover to charge up my attacks. Still, I'll try to be an asset in any way possible."

[Assistant]
"Good thing I'm not expendable. Unlike you I have a purpose in this operation." The man said, sipping from a mug of fake alcohol from a vendor in a fake world that wouldn't even get him fake tipsy. He flipped through the face cards in his inventory over and over, studying each player on them, always pausing on the joker. He looked behind the counter, thinking about robbing the place, but the trouble of dealing with this many NPC's was not worth the few credits he could get from their bodies and the register. He was almost about to get up when all hell broke loose behind him. A hint of smoke passed by both sides of his head, his screen lit up as if he'd been hit from all sides but no damage was done. Well, not to him at least, Lanc3 had been killed, but it was only Lanc3. He hated the guy anyways. Always trying to be a spy even though he was just a meat shield at heart. Poor guy, probably left behind quite a few forum-moderation positions that made him feel like he was doing something with his life.

The Red Death stood up from his chair and turned around, looking for whatever caused the commotion behind him. A man stood in the clearing smoke, a familiar face. A face he had been studying for quite a while. The joker card. Spectre. "Well, if it isn't the joker. I see you're here for business purposes, unless killing Lanc3 was for pleasure. I'd understand, if I was allowed to, I would've taken him out too." The man's right eye flashed red and a red arrow pointed at Spectre with a skull icon above it. [Target Marked].

"I'm assuming this isn't going to be as easy as I want it to be, but I have to kill you now." He said, grabbing his twin revolvers. They felt so natural in his hands, despite never having shot a gun in real life, let alone two at once. And now he was here, one of the most infamous murderers in the world and nobody knew his real name. His family was probably worried that R3v was going to kill him while he was "stuck" in the game. He chuckled. "A shield would be nice." He said, trying to talk to his new partner without letting his eyes off of his target.


[System]
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen

BREED
entirely human

PERSONALITY
-charismatic -naive
-idealistic -obsessive
-forgiving -passionate

BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.

They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.

MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone

[User]
@Lord Orgasmo
"It's possible he's just lost or trying to find something. I think I want to see if he needs any help. You can stay here, I'll be okay on my own." As she dropped his hand and walked over to the man, Adam gritted his teeth. He watched her stumble and stepped forward to catch her, but she caught herself. He watched the man flinch as Sparrow talked to her.

He couldn't just tell her that he had a demon scent to him. He watched carefully as the man looked over at him suspiciously. He couldn't stand leaving her over there alone with this guy. He walked over, trying to be prepared for the worst. Finally, he stood a little bit behind Sparrow's side. He didn't say anything, just looked at the man and made sure Sparrow was going to be okay.

[Assistant]
"Hm, alright, well if you need anything just ask one of the guards. They keep track of most everything here." Sparrow shrugs, the uncomfortable feeling still hanging in the air. She forces a small smile and turns on her heel to go back to Adam, the skirt of her dress flaring out as she turns. Her eyes light up when she sees Adam right behind her, and she glances over her shoulder at the cloaked man. "Let's go, I'd rather not stick around to see what he's up to. Something seems off about him," she whispers, her lips nearly brushing against Adam's ear as she leans in close in an attempt to keep the stranger from hearing her words. She slips her hand into Adam's instantly feeling more relaxed by his side, and she looks out over the trading booths, searching for the woman with the medical supplies.

Across the room, closer to the tunnel which leads down to the main entrance, a woman wraps an older man's leg with a pale white cloth. Sparrow sees them after searching for a moment and lead's Adam in the direction of the booth. She pauses half way over as the room spins, but after taking a few deep breaths she calms down enough to walk the rest of the way. Before she speaks to the woman she turns to Adam, a grateful smile on her lips. "Thank you for being so understanding. I promise this will be the last stop," she says, laughing a bit and releasing his hand. She steps towards the woman who finishes tending to the man's leg and turns in her direction.

"Oh goodness Dearie, what in heavens name happened to you?" Sparrow forces a strained smile as the woman guides her to a stool in the booth and examines her head. The once light purple spot on her head had turned a darker, more angry looking color, and the woman frowned. A cold cloth was placed on her head, and while the woman rifled through her things Sparrow watched Adam. Her head was pounding and making it hard to think, things that really shouldn't be moving seemed to spin around her. He, however, was the one thing she could focus on. She wasn't sure why, but while everything else was either moving or fuzzy or both, he was still and made her feel calm and in less pain. "You'll likely be alright," the woman says, but her tone hinted that she wasn't entirely certain of that. "Take it easy for a while, nothing too taxing, and if you can, try and stay out of the kitchen for a few days. You need to rest." Sparrow nods, standing slowly and placing the cloth that she had been holding on her head on the stool. She brushes her hands down her skirt and frowns. A mirror across from where she stands shows the deep purple spot on her forehead and she sighs before pulling the hood of her cloak over her head, hiding most of her face in the shadows, before walking back over to Adam.

"Ready to finally get out of here?"

@Lord Orgasmo

[User]
As Sparrow leaned in close to Adam, his heart sped up. She whispered in his ear, and Adam rolled his eyes and gave a small laugh. Like he hadn't just told her that. Her hand fell into his, and he held it as she guided him away.
"Thank you for being so understanding. I promise this will be the last stop." Adam gave a nod, willing to wait for Sparrow. Like he thought, it wasn't anything too terrible. It would heal. As she was being tended to, Adam simply looked at her and admired her. He couldn't stop doing that. What was wrong with him? She looked over at him and he looked surprised and a little embarrassed for being caught staring at her. He looked down at his feet, and then gave a smile as he looked back up at her.
"Ready to finally get out of here?" Adam nodded again.
"At least you won't have to fake being sick to get out of the kitchen," he says with a grin as he takes her hand once more. "Now, show me this place you've been talking about taking me to but have yet to actually do."

[Assistant]
Ayailla kept her eyes trained on the other half-breed as he start to make his way nonchalantly toward her. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising, everything in her was telling her to get up and go but it was kind of exciting. She hadn't seen another half-breed other then her father and she was curious about how different he looked compared to her father. She watch as the cloaked figure flicked his forked tongue like a snake tasting the air around it looking for its prey, was this a form of communication for half-breeds, she pondered.

As the half-breed spoke to her she nervously tapped the table with a long pointed claw like nail that stabbed through the wood effortlessly. However, when the male offered her a smile she relaxed gave a smile in return. His accent was something he had never heard before, certainly she hadn't heard any of the village folk have an accent like his. Aya cocked her head to the side when the cloaked male as he spoke again, gave a show with the piece of meat on his plate. Aya got the feeling that he was as curious about her then she was about him.

Aya looked behind her to the standing female guard watching the whole exchange, she seemed to had slightly tensed as the male half-breed came closer, however, there was a form of recognition in her eyes. She turned back to the male to answer his questions. "Yes, this human female is my escort. I seem to cause a violent reaction to the people of this village though I cannot fault them, they must see me as a predator of sorts. However, to answer you question, I am here to possibly gain citizenship to this village to escape the soul crushing loneliness that was left after my mother passed away. Though it seems I might have made a mistake as the the humans here seem to be unwelcoming to our kind."

The half-breed looks the male over once more to get a better scope of his outfit, "Is your cloak an attempt to disguise yourself, does it work? Maybe I should find a goats pelt to try to disguise my horns." She says with a friendly smile

The female guard seemed to be uninterested in the conversation and ignored the comments about her, her orders were to make sure the demon caused no trouble for the village folk and anything else was extra. She stoically looked straight forward and arms crossed not responding to the demon she knew as Luciel.

[User] When Adam takes Sparrow's hand a tingly feeling runs up her hand, through her arm, and puts an even bigger smile on her face. "I've been trying to show you, I swear!" Her laugh rings through the room and she pulls him towards the main entrance of the mountain. She pauses for a moment as she passes the guards. "We'll be back before dark," she says cheerfully before letting go of Adam's hand and turning to face him. "Wanna race? The gate to the lower city is straight ahead for a few hundred feet. I bet I can beat you there!" Down in the outdoor part of the city the small market district hums with life as carts are rolled and pulled through the streets, and a rainbow of colored cloaks brush past each other. She plants her hands on her hips, leaning towards him excitedly and practically bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. "My class used to race down here, just watch out for the carts." Despite being told not to do anything strenuous, Sparrow felt a surge of energy rush through her, like she could do anything at that moment. Her head still hurt, but focusing on Adam made it not so bad.

[Assistant] Adam knew he could easily beat Sparrow, being a demon and such. He decided what to do, and then nodded. "Alright. It's on," he said with a smile. On the mark to go, he didn't move for a few seconds. He watched her running, and stretched his arms a bit before he started running too. He quickly caught up to her, and gave her a salute as he pulled just a little ahead. He turned back, and dodged a cart he hasn't seen there before. His goal was to stay next to her on the whole way down.

[User] "Ready, set, go!" Sparrow sprints forward, cloak blowing out behind her, laughing excitedly the whole way. Just when she thinks she has gotten far enough in front of Adam she sees him run up beside her. Dang he's fast! she thinks, a goofy smile still painted on her face as she runs. Carts roll out in front of her and she quickly dodges them, swerving to the side and not letting up her pace until she reaches the gate. Out of breath and head spinning, she leans her back against the side of the wall, slowing her racing heart with deep breaths. The ribbon she had used back in her room to tie her hair back had fallen out somewhere while the two were running and her long blonde hair frames her face in waves. "You're fast," she says breathlessly. She brushes her hair from her eyes, pulling the locks over her shoulder and pulling the hood of her cloak back up to shadow the bruise on her forehead. "The place we are heading isn't too far away, just through the forest over that way." stepping outside of the gate she off towards the forest to the right of the village. "I wouldn't worry too much about us running into anything, I never have and I've heard it's fairly safe over here." She reaches out for Adam's hand with a smile and heads towards the dark woods.

[Assistant]
Adam breathed heavily, smiling a goofy smile. "You think that's fast?!" he exclaimed with a laugh. He looked at the strands of hair falling over her shoulders. She reached for his hand, and Adam gladly took it. He barely even knew this girl, but he felt like he'd known her all of his life. She talked about not running into anything, and he knew she meant demons. It was funny, because she had and she didn't even know. He looked around at the forest, loving the nature even though he'd been out here for so long. He took in a deep breath, not currently smelling anything. She seemed to be right.
"So, how much do you come out here?" Adam asked her.

[User]
Sparrow bites her lower lip nervously before replying. "Well since I've been living in Sanctuary I've only been out here a couple of times. My parents raised me in a small house a few miles from here though. Off that way." She glances around and then points northeast. "We only came to Sanctuary after we were attacked by um... them." Sparrow quiets down after she speaks, her eyes closing for a brief moment.

Then a noise rises in the distance. A low rumble, like an animal growing but not quite. Sparrow freezes. She hadn't brought any sort of weapon along with them, trusting that the forest would be free of any demons. Her eyes widen in fear and she takes a step back. Her foot comes down on a branch and it snaps noisily beneath her weight. The girl winces and lets go of Adam's hand, taking another step back before turning towards him. "We need to go. Now." The words come out in a harsh whisper, her voice thick with fear. In front of them the rumble rises to something between a screech and a scream, and within a moment the noise seems to be coming from all around them. Sparrow turns, trying to find the source of the noise. "Adam... W-we need to run..."