[System]
Extras
Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Aura Color: Lavender
Scent: From strongest to weakest: Perfume, grass, animal urine
Anything Else:

Nor Dunadkar

Character Summary
Aliases: The Barber
Age: 120
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Place of Origin: Arian
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter

Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 14
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 9
Charisma: 9

Physical Attributes
Height: 4'7"
Weight: 185 lbs
Build: Muscle
Eyes: Cobalt
Hair: Obsidian, thick and wavy; kept very well groomed, short and stylish.
Skin Tone: Earthenware Clay
Racial Abilities:Infravision 60,
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Yes
Day To Day Attire: When he's traveling, which he does quite often, Nor wears very thick, sturdy clothes. They don't wear or tear too easily, provide protection against the elements and tend to be made of cheaper material than fine clothing. When he's not traveling he wears thick, study clothes. They can be used a long time with little to no fuss and tend to be made of cheaper material than finer clothes. 'Sides, when you work with Dwarven hair fer a living, thick clothes keep ya from feeling itchy all over.
Strengths: Indomitable Will, Swift Fingers, Strong Memory
Weaknesses: Gimpy left knee, hemorrhoids, thin-blooded

Psychological Attributes
Arrogant * Team Player * Greedy * Dependable

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Technically married. It's a long story
Personality: If there's one thing in life that you have to learn, it's that you always need to look out for Number 1. A lot of folk, especially traditionalists will go on about how important it is to be in a group, the support you can provide and blah, blah, blah. But these same people will gladly double-cross their own flesh and blood for a bit o' gold, property and land. Even if they pretend to hide it, they know what's really important.

You know who'll never go against your best interests or try to manipulate you? Yourself. And you know how you can protect yourself from gettin' stepped all over? Power. Get some power and they may snub about your attitude in their head or behind your back, but they'll come to heel when you call.

Now it's important that ye don't misunderstand what's being said. People can be useful and nice to have around. Sometimes you even need to trust em with yer life (usually when under risk of being wiped out by a buncha green blokes out fer blood), but try not to make a habit of it, and always be ready to cut down the guy before you afore he can.
Habits: Scratching his beard, Laughing Menacingly
Hobbies: Hunting large animals
Fears: Oceans, Lightning, Vampires
Likes: Tidy Hair, blood, money, revenge, knives, children
Dislikes: Unkempt hair, liars, cowards, jewelry, cold food, randomness

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

* Intimidation: Self explanatory
* Animal Handling: He knows how to work with animals
* Profession (Barber): He's good at the trimming and styling of men's hair. He could probably do something with lady hair if he tried
* Weapon Proficiency (Knives): Stab, stab, stab
* Shield Proficiency: Luckily it will protect me
* Weapon Proficiency (Polearms): Stab at a distance

Magic
A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting - Limit 5 for single class, limit 3 for dual class - magic classes only
* Dwarf: He can't use magic because he's a non-spellcaster dwarf.

Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc
* Traveler's Clothes: Boots, tunic, Trousers, Cloak, standard stuff
* Coin Pouch: For small purchases
* Utility Knife: For not stabbing people
* Masterwork Dwarven Straight Razor: Sharper than George Carlin's wit
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Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items
* Dwarven Combat Knife: It's big, wicked and more than enough to gut a human clean
* Tower Shield: Big enough to completely hide behind if he kneels right next to it sideways. Makes an effective battering ram.
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Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items
* Full Plate: Made with traditional dwarf forging techniques, this full suit of armor is definitely tough, but Nor doesn't wear it without having occasion to
* Item: Description
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Animals: Have a horse or bird? Limit 1 non bonded
* Mule: She pulls the cart. Her name is Dorka

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling
* Small Cart/Wagon: Nor doesn't actually have a pack, but a wagon that holds things he needs for business inside
* Barber Items: Kettle for heating water, shaving cream, boar hair brush, Chair for sitting in, small and large towels, hair scissors, combs and brushes
* Survival Stuff: Bedroll, 10 pints oil, Two Week's feed, 2 weeks rations, lantern, Firestarter, 50 feet of rope
* Money Stash: Where the serious dough is contained. If you touch, you get stabbed
* Item: Description
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Magical Items: Limit 2 low level
* Deluxe Shaving Cream: Anywhere it is applied, it prevents razor burn
* Floating Mirror: About as large as a human face, it'll stick in the exact same position it was let go of.

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5
* Cure Light Wounds (5): Sometimes you nick yourself while shaving and you don't want to wait for it to heal
* Cure Serious Wounds (2): For more serious occasions
* Grease: The wagon wheels get stiff occasionally
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Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy
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[User]
Thomas Richard Harrison
Location: The Crossed Swords.
Interacting with: Still No One again? Hopefully.

Don't you know whatcha are?
Jamming good with Sun and Moon,
And the others from Stars.
You tried to leave land,
But didn't get far,
Became the special man,
When we were Ziggy's band.

An apparition appeared, as most apparitions might, caused by either delirium or epiphany. Perhaps a bit of both, though meditations allowed the mind to wander, sometimes it wander too far, too deep. There was a man, or something of a man, the shape of a humanoid man with one head, two arms, and legs in a bipedal stance. Though it did not stand much, or at least stand still, for the illuminating hallucination seemed to dance across the eternal plane that was Thomas' lost mind. What was this being? A figment of the imagination? With radiant skin so white it burns to gaze at, though its odd eyes fluttered open and closed, the mouthless face it bore sang the unusual tune. Bizarre was it was, Thomas felt a familiarity to deranged entity. Most mages were after all, weird.

Now Welcome to the gang,
screwed up fate and screwed your debut
Do you know what I am?
I could kill you by dancing,
I could give your demands,
'Came on you magic man,
Ill sung and cosmic plan...

It was a star. One of the sentient stars from which Thomas must have been related to. A being of pure light and madness. Indeed it was they who ruled the fates by their subtle manipulations. It was they who were the influence to his birth. By their moments, the prophecies changed, by their whim, desires granted. And just remember, that everything that ever was or will be, mere Stardust in the sky. Those maddening eyes stared back, one pupil small the other wide, dilated like a swallowing pit that devoured all sanity there in. He could feel himself becoming entranced, enchanted by this starman.

Maybe it was time to stop meditations. It had been at least a few hours right? Thomas concentration wavered for a moment. His earthly body demanded attention, food, drink, and some better company than dancing space men. Maybe a few more minutes, it would be impolite to leave before Ziggy finishes his song.

[Assistant]
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Kyra & Sana
Location: Cross Swords Tavern (Sana finally inside) - Apothecary (Kyra inside, Ash outside)
Interacting With: Various
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 Sana looked over towards Nor, giving him a slight smirk and shaking her head. "Shela isn't like most I have met, she's... unique," she said quietly, trying to conserve her voice some. It didn't hurt as it did earlier but it was still sensitive and if they had more fights ahead of them she needed to be able to use her skills, those other than her bow. How could she describe Shela? Brash, overbearing, made Keystone look like a finely refined lady in waiting? She who lays with Half-Orcs? All these did well to describe her but it still left much to the imagination. In the end she could only think of one way to tell about Shela and it still came up far short.

 "Shela is an experience..."

 Looking over as Keystone came back she eyed the plate. Maybe she should have been more specific. The potatoes and gravy looked good but she wondered if they were too think for her to be able to swallow. Water was presenting a little challenge. Shrugging she figured she might as well, it wasn't the time to start throwing her food. "Thanks," she said before picking up a spoon and trying a small bite. It tasted as she expected, great. Keystone had always made good food, sadly she was rarely in a condition to really eat it. It was hard to swallow but she found that if she kept her bites small and washed it down with a lot of water she was able to manage.

 She cocked a brow as he said he had gotten them a room together. That wasn't expected. She figured she would be bunking with Kyra or even Satilla since she was the healer. He said there were two beds, so she let it go. Seemed he was wanting to keep an eye on her. "Well Kyra and Satilla went for supplies, Cyneburg said she'd be back later I think. The rest, I have no idea," she said as Femnal brought over several large pints of ale and an even larger pitcher of more.

 "Here you go, rooms are ready for your group. Baths are being drawn and should be ready in about half an hour," he said as he sat down and rested his chin on the table. He looked tired, a huge change from how he had been a week ago.

 Outside the city was winding down but the militia was out and about patrolling the streets and the perimeter of the town, guards were posted through out but it didn't seem to be near as many as they would need for a town even this small in comparison to others. Over towards the graveyard there were no more graves being dug at this point, instead bodies were gathered and burned now, after which a few members of the temple gathered the bones that remained and were hammering them to dust.

 Back at the Apothecary Kyra leaned against the counter as Satilla went through the supplies, eying things and the man who had brought them out. Reaching into the box she pulled out a small amulet and cocked a brow. Flipping it over a few times before setting it with the rest of the things that were to be purchased. "This too," she said as she righted herself.

 "Oh yes, that is a fine choice, very rare, very rare indeed," he said stumbling over his words. Kyra smirked and shook her head.

 "Really? How do you know? You don't even know what this is do you?"

 "That's how I know it's rare!" he snapped back. Rolling her eyes she shook her head and gave the man a warning glance as her hand went to rest on her bow.

 "Fine, take it, like everyone else here just takes," he growled.

 Kyra looked over towards Satilla as she drew a silver arrow and unslung her bow from her shoulder. Drawing the string back she let it fly and the man yelped. The arrow didn't hit him though, embedding in the wall next to his head. "That should more than cover everything," she said as her bow was laced over her shoulder and she pocketed the amulet. "Come on, let's go find the others," she said as she gathered the few things she had bought personally and let Satilla grab the rest. Stepping outside she looked around and rested her hand on the hilt of her blade. People with wares were usually targets, it was best to let Satilla do the carrying and her the blade. Ash yawned slightly as he padded over towards Kyra and licked the palm of her hand.

[User]
Nor
Location: Crossed Swords Tavern
Interacting with:Sana, Keystone
"Frankly, yer making it sound like yer friend is a batshit loonie, lass. I've found it's best tae avoid those types if'n ye like remaining free of stab wounds." Nor's expression was gruff and immutable, but not at all out of the ordinary to anyone with any experience dealing with Dwarfs. However, his tone of voice indicated that at the very least, he wasn't annoyed by the conversation that was taking place. However, his eyes widened when Keystone arrived with several platefuls of goodies in tow, apparently free for the taking by anyone at the table. His eyes darted to the steak, and then to Keystone, then back to the steak, and then the eggs before returning to Keystone.

"Just who're you and how did ye manage tae get ahold of so much steak in a bilgewater cesspit like this?" His voice consisted mostly of suspicion, with a slight dash of acclaim mixed in. His eyes were narrowed at the pugilist, but his hands grabbed a knife and took one of the heftiest steaks for himself without the dwarf ever breaking eye contact.


[System]
◄ 36 ▎ MALE ▎ 5'8ft ►

P R O F I L E

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 Juan isn't one to play around he's dead serious and when it comes to the job nothing else could mean the world to him. Taking down bad guys, well it's part of what he does and he does it damn fucking well those who disagree are usually left in hand cuffs or are out of the unit. Juan ain't a big guy he's a little mini Bucko, but that dosen't mean he can't pack a punch. Not it just means they are asking for it, looking back he could see the visions everyone was thinking he'd be nobody. Now he was a hot shot team leader, he trys to keep his ego in check but sometimes that fails. As a leader he likes to lead directly, sometimes he micro manages all aspects of the squad but he's a loving and endearing leader when he's trying to be.

C H R O N I C L E

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 Scum vato from Mexico.

He use to run in a gang it wasen't the type of life he wanted but it was the life he lived, being a young kid in Mexico he made all the wrong choices and some more but that didn't stop him from getting what he wanted from life. Women, money and power but it all came crashing down on the young Mexican, The authorities well they didn't like the fact he was trying to sell coke on the streets. They locked him up until he turned snitched of course, working for the authorities he turned against his own crew - a rat, a snitch that's what he would be remembered as in Mexico.

Though years later as a young adult, he would get out and move to a land of opportunity - The U.S.A. though he never made it to the famed L.A. or NYC he ended up in Ramsey. The place was a shit hole, and without much opportunity he ended up taking work as a security job for a while before quitting years later and joining the RPD. Why would he join as a cop? It was unclear to some but he'd learned to appreciate the other side of the law, he joined up and hit patrol for a while and throughout his years he moved up to RPD Swat where eventually he'd take over the unit.

M E M O R I E S

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PC: TBA

E Q U I P M E N T & R O L E

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M4A1
- Red dot
- Flashlight mounted
- 5 x 30 rnd mags.

Glock 22
- 3 x 15 rnd mags.
- Flashlight mounted.

Various other mission-specific gear.
Roles: Team Leader

[User]
D-Day cracked his neck and slung his shotgun behind him. He went for the breaching charge.

"Sounds like a winner, winner, chicken dinner."

He pulled the charge from a pouch on his vest. Gray and not much bigger than a smart phone. Not his biggest charge in his bag of tricks, but enough to rock the hinges off the door and knock the banger inside out of commission. He pulled the back sticker off and applied it to the door flush with the doorknob. A childhood of blowing up mailboxes with cherry bombs prepared him for the work. Moreso, it was in his blood. He came from a long line of Appalachian crackers working the coal mines. The Danzig family knew how to handle explosives.

He primed the charge for a five second delay and stepped to the rear of the group, his shotgun back in his hands.

"Fire in the hole..."

[Assistant] The warm humming of the vehicle ceased as the van stopped, Maggie's fingers still tingling slightly from the vibrations emanating from the engine housed in its metal cradle. It was time. As Juan led the charge from the van Jennifer dutifully followed, managing to deftly climb the fence before falling into place as the team stacked up on the rear door. With keen interest she stared over Ferrara's head to watch the screen and gather as much intel as she could, although with less results than she could have hoped for, cussing the equipment out under her breath. This was the part she hated, the suspense as they waited to get in their and do their job. As D-Day rigged the door she braced herself for the sound, turning her body slightly away and sticking a finger in the ear closest to the door.

[User] Hearing Ferrara's plan, Alyssa nodded. "Sounds good." She made clear, before moving. Stacking up behind the rest of her squad, Alyssa waited as D-Day rigged the door for entry. They were going to get in fast. She knew she could trust D-Day to get the door rigged as fast as he could. Her heartbeat surged as she waited for D-Day to finish prep, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she let her training and instincts taken over. Years and years on the job were all stacking up for this moment. All she had to do was wait for the explosion and surge in like a wave.

[Assistant] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝟸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎-𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. "𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑!" 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.


[System]
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Age:
15

Ability:
Kinetikinesis - the ability to create,shape and manipulate kinetic energy. She can transfer kinetic energy from one object to another, increasing its force. With direct contact, she can turn an object's potential energy into kinetic energy, making it explosive. Alternatively, she can make a target immobile or unable to stop if in motion.

Personality:
Naturally caring but possessing excellent analytical abilities. Cecilia is very much an introvert. Despite this she has well developed people skills, making relationships come fairly easily to her. She takes each new day and event as they come, excited at the new possibilities they present. Though enthusiastic, she can be a bit of a perfectionist at times, often taking her responsibilities personally.

Bio:
Cecilia's mother disappeared when she was still a baby, her powers developing when she was in elementary school. She would live many of the following years on the road with her father, traveling via RV from one school to another, not staying in one place very long. Her mother was the subject of many arguments (Cecilia being unconvinced that he's telling her everything). Despite this, she trusts him and is eager to take life one day at a time.

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Little Stargazer - roleplayerguild.com/posts/4071846

[User] James shook his head, confused on his food chose. Edmond grinned while he scarfed down chicken wings left and right. He stopped cramming his face and spoke, "My mother and father always asked why I liked foods like this. I believe it has something to do with my powers, but I don't know." Edmond shrugged as he looked back at James. James seemed to be loving his food because it looked like he was savoring all off it. "So James. Where did you come from? I mean where did you live before coming here? Edmond didn't want him to feel like he was prying so he added quickly, "If it's alright if I ask." Out of no were James cut opens to reveal Neric who was in the form of a hawk. He ruffled his feathers and looked around sharply. "Well didn't expect to see you right away." Edmond smiled. He then took a napkin and wiped the hot sauce from his face. He then decided to munch takis.

[Assistant]
Mystery pulls off the rice and stains it then adds salt and gently stirs it before begining to shape them into little rounded triangles and and on one of the side he puts a rectangle of dried collard green and moves it to a sheet pan. He does this for about half of them and for the other half he gets a scoop of rice and halfs it then adds a little cube of fish jelly in the middle and adds the other half off the rice ball on top and shapes it, and he adds seasomi seads to the sides and its little collard green rectangle. Once he finished with all of them he take the tray and brings it out for every to get one. "Who wants a rice ball?!" He yells out and sets it on a table then grabs two of the riceballs with the now melted salty fish broth in the middle, one for hus sister and one for himself.
@Vampy@KatherinWinter@LiegeLord@Mangrale@Blueflame

[User]
Cecilia, who had decided to go for something simple and was carrying a plate of grilled chicken along with steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes with a cup of vanilla pudding for dessert, sought out a window seat for herself. It was her tendency to gravitate towards the window seat wherever she is. She enjoyed peering out of them, especially while on the road as a simple yet effective way to pass the time. She looked around her, seeing her friends getting to know each other. It was refreshing to see, leaving her with nothing to do but enjoy her meal, Cecilia starting with the chicken, which she tore out a small piece of with her fork, a big grin on her face.

A couple minutes into her lunch, Cecilia looked in Mystery's direction, seeing him lay the ice balls on another table. She hadn't had one before, but wasn't about to refuse. "They look really good, Mystery. Thank you," she said gladly, getting up to resectfully take one for herself. She didn't know what to expect as she returned to her seat, but it certainly looked fresh.

[Assistant] "IF YOU'RE NOT SAD WHY DO YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD DOWN! YOU LIKE KYLE DOES WHEN HE IS FRUSTRATED WITH ME! HE GETS FRUSTRATED WITH ME ALOT! HE SAW THAT I AM A HANDFUL PLUS SOME! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! BUT KYLE SAYS ALOT OF THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND! WHAT CAN YOU DO? I CAN CONTROL FIRE! WELL SORT OF I DON'T HAVE ALOT OF CONTROL!" Ivy announced. continued to bounce by the girl she was very curious.

[User] Spirit chuckles watching the girl jumping up and down, "It means that you are hard to watch and when he is are you you are really hyper. But it's okay, Me and my twin brother are like at all the time to each for example right now. He started teasing me for sleeping so much, but I ended up slapping him for it... We are both little hand full to each other all time. But this shows that you trust them and if they don't over react about it, it would mean that they enjoy being around you just the way you are," She says while sitting and smiles hearing Mystery's voice say something about rice balls. Omg you got to be kidding me, she thinks looking over in his direction as he sets down a tray of riceballs, he even made my favorite type.

[Assistant] "YES KYLE SAYS I AM VERY HARD TO WATCH! HE SAWS I AM MORE ACTIVE THEN A HUMMINGBIRD! I RARELY SLEEP! WHICH ANNOYS KYLE! MY BROTHER SAYS I CAN'T HIT PEOPLE! HITTING IS BAD! KYLE ISN'T A HANDFUL! HE IS VERY QUIET! OF COURSE EVERYONE IS QUIET COMPARED TO ME! KYLE SAYS MY VOLUME SWITCH GOT BROKE! MY NAME IS IVY! I DON'T THINK YOU TOLD ME YOUR NAME! Ivy stated as she continued to bounce. She paid no attention to the offered food.

[User] Spirit laughs, "Would you like to sit down? I think You could use it." She continues to watch her jump up and down and ends up wrappung her arms under her chest thinking how much ut would hurt to do that.

[Assistant] "It isn't a good idea for Ivy to be still." Kyle said as he came up beside his sister. It was good to see Ivy interact with someone. He just hoped that she didn't overwhelm them. He had learned that there weren't many that could handle Ivy for more than a few minutes. He hoped directing her to the food would give the girl a break. "You need to go eat. We are most likely going to be very busy this afternoon."

[User]
Spirit awkwardly chuckles and crosses her legs with her hands in her lap. "I think I need to go eat too. My brother made Riceballs, you should go try them. He is really good at it," She says with a cheerful smile and watches has her brother walks over to her holding two rice balls
 Once Mystery got the riceballs in hand he walked over to her and sees that she was talking to a girl and another boy. He softly chuckles to himself and hands Spirit her Riceball, "Here Its yoir favorite, Fishbroth and sessomi seeds" He then takes a bite into his.
 Spirit gently took the riceball and took a small bite out of it. Just like how mom would make them, she thinks to herself and takes another bite. Slightly wanting to cry but she doesnt.

[Assistant] "nice to meet you as well Valencia" Max said as he looked up from the drawing of a rose. "my name is Max". Looking at her he noticed the flower in her hair.

[User]
@The1Rolling1Boy

*James would take a minute to chew his food and swallow before answering Edmund's question. Lowering his head a bit* "Actually I haven't had a home since I was young, me and Neric have been moving constantly since then..." *James said with a sigh as he took another bite, though looks up as Neric spoke his bit*

"I just said I needed a moment to think, that and it was a big crowd there so wanted some space." *Neric would turn his head as he looked at Edmond, blinking a few times before speaking up again* "So how about you? Where you come from before coming here?" *Looking at James for a moment, who had walked over to grab one of the rice balls to try out. Looking back at Edmond*

*James smiled at Mystery, seemed like a nice guy. And he did make something to share with everyone* "Thank you Mystery, they look good." *Holding his hand under the hand holding the rice ball to catch anything that fell off in the hand. Taking a bite and smiled, giving mystery a thumbs up. Showing he liked it*

[Assistant] Edmond nodded as he listened to James.  "Well I'm glad your here." Edmond smiled sadly. Neric then explained why he needed a minute. Edmond patter the void on the back and said, "Hey Neric, your doing good. Everyone here likes and execpts you guys and who you are." It was true. The first new people all new of them and were a night found of James and Neric. Edmond scratched the back of his head when Neric asked were he came from. "For me, well my parents are rich and selfish. So when I figured out I had powers, they sent me here without my opinion." Edmond looked at James and smiled. "But anyways I'm glad they sent me here." Edmond began to eat his chilly when he finished.

[User] The new boy introduced him self as Max. Valencia took a bite out of her apple again and look at Max. He was drawing something next to his plate, it made Valencia curious so she moved a little to the side to see what he is drawing. It is a really good looking rose. Valencia didn't believe it bit it looked like it was a real rose but then 2D. She smiled some more as she kept watching him draw. *He must be an artist, "normal" people can't draw like that unless they have practised a lot and have the skills for it.* Valencia thought to her self. She looked up to Max, it seemed like he was in full concentration as if he had left the world and had gone to it own world of his imagination. Valencia was about to finish her apple when Max looked up to her. She laid the core of the apple on her plate and smiled friendly at him back. It seems like he saw the flower that Valencia has in her hair. The flower that she wore is not one that you see in she flower shop or one that you can find in a park or forest. No for this special flower you had to go to a super high mountain and waited to the first full moon of the year will you be able to see the flower. So you could guess that it was very special to her. While keeping this in mind Valencia asked: "Where are you looking at?"

[Assistant] "oh um" Max said embarrassed that he was staring. "t..the flower in your hair" he had pointed at it. "where did you get it?.

[User]
Once Neric had disappeared to go to James, Helena took a minute to think to herself about what happened. She wasn't upset with Neric at all, if anything she was upset with herself. Was transforming overreacting? Cecilia's frightened face flashed through Helena's mind and her cheeks turned red. Even though no one was around, she covered her face in embarrassment. She didn't mean to scare anyone, especially not someone as friendly as Cecilia.

Helena was so distracted by these thoughts that she didn't even hear the bell for lunch. When she reached the mess hall the councillors were explaining the buffet. She went to the buffet and picked up carnitas and soft tortillas, murmuring to herself with a smile, "Mí Naca sangre es muy felíz. (My Nicaraguan blood is very happy)". It was sweet of the councillors to give them such a large choice in foods.

At Mystery's offer of rice balls, Helena couldn't let the offer go. "Yes please," she said and picked one up. She ate it, a wide smile growing on her face, "Wow, these are really great! You should be a rice ball chef!"

@Mangrale

[Assistant]
"I'm sorry to hear, well at least in that case people here got to meet you. So that's a plus for everyone here." *Neric would say as he looks at Edmond, staying on the table till James got back. Him sitting down and looking at his food before looking at Edmond*

"Ya, you seem like a nice guy afterall. Better then a lot of people we've met." *Neric nodding his agreement as James goes back into his salad. Not finished his salad or his fruits yet, Neric looking at him before looking back at Edmond. Seems neither of them really have people skills as neither of them are talking now, both not knowing what to say at the current moment in time. Neric looking around as he hops here and there*

[User]
Cecilia took a sip of her lemonade, cleansing her palate before going for another taste of the mashed potatoes. All that time, her eyes were casually fixed on the rice ball. She had been saving it till now, the food she was familiar with grabbing her attention. But she knew she had to try it eventually, so she cut off a piece of the outer rice layer with her fork and carefully lifted it to her mouth. "Mmm." Unfamiliar, but not at all unpleasant. It was quite good and she hadn't even gotten to the fish jelly yet. Perhaps Mystery wouldn't mind teaching her how to make rice balls of her own.

Cecilia recognized Helena's voice in the distance and turned to see her enjoying her own rice ball. She turned away abruptly, a saddened and ashamed look on her face. It wasn't as though she could just forget the sight of Helena's fearsome transformation. But what hurt more than anything was her own reaction to the young shapeshifter's power - disgraceful. Cecilia kinda hoped she wouldn't recognize her. She couldn't expect Helena to forgive her, but hopefully she'd at least accept her apology when the time came.


[System]
Notable Parents: His uncle Auron
Age: 40 looks like he is in his early thirties.

Sex: Male

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Amber

Appearance: He wears the robes of a monk of Yevon, just like his uncle Auron. Though of course slightly different. He wears his haori in the same fashion as his Uncle, due to the fact he no longer is a Warrior Monk in Yevon. While in his forties he still has an extremely athletic healthy body as he spends his entire life devoted to the sword.

Weapon: katana
Armor: The blue shoulder guard on his left shoulder.

Biography: Maximus grew up with his little sister and his parents during the time of Sin. He and his sister had a uncle who was the role model for both of them, who later became a guardian for a shamed summoner. Despite this he and his sister adored him, though the same couldn't be said with his father and mother who were ashamed that Auron failed as a warrior monk of yevon after refusing to marry a daughter of another priest.

But this didn't affect him, he still wanted to be just like his uncle and became a warrior monk himself as early as he could. To help bring honor back to the family. Not too soon after he did this his little sister ran away from home, trying to meet up with their uncle somehow while on his pilgrimage. They never heard from her again. Maximus took this hard, because of how close he was to her. When able he would travel around to find any clues to her whereabouts. Only thing he could find out was that she was last seen by the calm lands with the chocobo Knights. After that nothing.

Ten years passed and lots of things changed. Maximus found out for himself the religion of Yevon was corrupt and left the fold. Just before Yuna took on her pilgrimage. He heard rumors of Auron appearing and spent his time following the trail, but was always a step behind them, and only to find out he passed on after defeating sin for the second and final time. Afterwards in the next twenty years he still looked for his sister, though he felt inside she was dead by now. So he traveled, doing the only thing he knew to do and that was to fight. He also still followed some teachings of Yevon, as it taught some good but he is not a believer. He is often confused with the legendary guardian since now getting older he looks like Auron did when traveling with Jecht and Braska. Often having to convince people he is not an unsent and the fact he uses a smaller Katana, not a heavy one like him. He currently works as a Body guard for hire.

Personality: He keeps quiet and to himself usually, he speaks when needed. He has made a few life long friends along the way of his story. He's also a ladies man, often going out of his way to help a woman, as it's his Achilles heal

[User]
Alex stretched her muscles, working any knots out as her fists kneaded at her muscular arms before she glanced her blue eyes toward Urick. She saw him seeming to shuffle about and turn red. Yes, she remembered this Urick quite well. So he wasn't completely gone she supposed. She wasn't sure why he acted that way around her. Then again he's always been shy, especially around women. Poor big lug didn't seem to know what to do with himself when around them and having to interact with one.

As the big muscular man managed to stammer out a few words, she lightly smiled. Glad to hear some positive words, even if they were hesitaint and shakey. "Ya know if I can survive to five years of living among fiends, I'm sure I'm nothing to worry about." she chuckled before saying. "But yeah, it's nice spending time with friends. It's been awhile since we've hung out." she said before thinkin for a moment as she glanced toward the sky.

"Hey Uri. Would you have been sad if I had disappeared when you came back?" she said softly.

She was about to say something else until something caught her attention. Whether it be a gut feeling or sixth sense, she glanced around and spotted what looked like the back of Naisha, disappearing into the crowd. "Nai?" Alex questioned before her eyes narrowed at the sight of the people. Why were they looking at her like that? Instinctevly she started walking after the Mage, pondering why she had left everyone else. It was then in the distance, she saw someone throw a rock at the Mage. The tall woman's curious gaze turned into a full on look of absolute fury.

Before she could even process what happened, Naisha had left for the temple. Body shaking and fists clenched, Alex couldn't control her temper as she suddenly bolted right for the person who threw it. Grabbing them by the neck and fighting her fists around it, almost looking like she was going to snap it as the man gasped and wheezed for air.

Alex snarled and glared, having a hard time even making audible words. It was then she realized the reason. The red head totally forgot Naisha was considered... Different. Because of the fiendish features. "You want to go attacking monsters? Try me buddy. Try it. So I can beat your face out from the back of your skull!" she shouted, watching the stone thrower try to work out of her grasp, desperate for air before she finally dropped him and let him run away. Glaring at other people around, making them jump a bit. She turned her gaze to Urick.

"Come on, let's add her to our play date." She said before storming over to the temple. Oddly, when she was just at the gates, her head started pounding but she ignored it and focused on finding the Mage. Seeing her, Alex sighed in relief, walking over and instantly grabbing Naisha's face and looking it over.

"Nai, you okay? Sorry, I forgot people were dumb with these kind of things. Especially dumb priests. Hey, how about me, you and Urick hang together okay?" Alex asked, lightly touching the wound and muttered about needing to get a potion. Leaning in close to examine it before fumbling in her pockets but to no avail. We had lost her supplies in the crash and now it was somewhere in sea and she had used he last potion to heal her shoulder. Grumbling in irritation, she shook it off and deemed the injury was at least not too bad. So instead, she took the cloth Nai was using and used it to press against the wound and wiping any blood and the access tears.

"Doesn't look too bad. That's good. Theeeere! All pretty again." Alex grinned brightly, trying to cheer her friend up.

[Assistant]
Saina nodded as Gippal finished talking. She had observed their means of communication before after all, she had to admire their connection truly. Her head turned as Sifen approached and the two began to talk in fluent Al Bhed. She blinked, looking between the two of them before finding herself zoning out and walking away from them. She really didn't understand what they were saying, other than one word being 'signed,' something she'd picked up in the many books she read when she was younger.

She looked around the temple, breathing in the thick tropical air deeply as she approached one of the many stone tablets covered in inscriptions and runes. Bowing her head, she clasped her hands together and let the feeling of peace well within her. She tuned out their conversation, focusing on the hymn of the fayth and allowing it to infect her state of mind. A few memories ran through her mind, causing her gloved fingers to clasp together tightly.

Saina lifted her head to quietly peer over her shoulder at Eva clinging to Gippal, betraying no emotions. She stared at her like that, her eyes slightly narrowed before turning her head back to the tablets, her lips slightly parted. Her shoulders fell as though a weight was slowly placed upon them and her hands dropped to her sides. After a moment, her fingers traced the sphere in her pocket... and she clenched that hand into a fist.

Her focus returned to reality as she tuned back in to Gippal and Sifen's conversation when they switched over to speaking spiran once more. Saina's hand relaxed and she turned back to them before stepping slowly to be beside Gippal. She followed him as he went to the rooms and leaned on the wall across from him with her arms folded and one leg propped up against the wall. She observed Eva clinging to him with dull eyes and a spark of something rather... spiteful in her stomach. When he spoke up about how calm Eva was though, her eyes lightened up some and she nodded in agreeance. As he spoke to the priest, she looked around the room and took a deep breath before closing her eyes.

[User]
The mage was still crying quietly and wiping the blood dripping from her face, when she saw Alex appear next to her. Nai realized she was so consumed by her own thoughts that she totally didn't see when her friend appeared, followed by Urick a few moments later.

 "I… I…I'm sorry!" Nai cried, feeling ashamed from herself. Alex helped Nai wipe the blood and tears from her face, but Nai still felt so bad for what she did to her friend." I… I'm sorry, I ignored you today!" Nai cried still." I'm just so stupid… and now I even destroyed your chance of having a good fun night together… uwaaaaaaaaa…" She cried, her eyes dancing between Urick and Alex." It's just that the priests looked at me with those eyes, as if I was disgusting, I just couldn't enter with the rest… so I tried to find both of you, but… I'm sorry… I didn't want to interrupt you… uwaaaaaaa!"

 Nai certainly had her childish moments and everything that went down the last 2 days didn't help any. Between having Gippal with that summoner, the realization of having been ignoring her best friend the entire day and now destroying Urick's chance to have some time alone with Alex, Nai was already stressed out. She loved her friends and today she just seemed to interrupt them or just being a bother. Now with the pain from the wound on the head, she felt even a little bit dizzy.

[Assistant]
Maximus stood next to Braska as they entered the temple He felt...slightly uncomfortable in the temple. It had been nearly 30 years since he left the order, just like his uncle. He knew of the corruption that was deep in the religion, he knew of the falseness of the 'truth' behind Sin and Yu Yevon. That it was only for control in a chaotic world that the religion was formed and taken deep root in the government. Yet after Sin being truly defeated by high summoner Yuna in a way totally shattered the belief system of the pilgrimage. The fact there was still believers and followers of the faith, even after all these years and as they grew once again in numbers it baffled Maximus how it could be so.

He watched as the priests accommodated for Eva and her Guardians. It was clear of their excitement of the return of the aeons, despite what had happened in Spira and in the rest of spira. Suddenly Sifen came in, starting to talk Al Bhed, he didn't know much, just a word here and there, all he got was Gil and deal. He raised his eyebrow as Gippal started speaking fluently in Al Bhed as well. He wouldn't have thought it...but he remembered who Gippal was the son of and his namesake. It made sense.

Gippal handed Sifen 30000 Gil as if it was nothing. The life of a Blitzball star/adventure/son of the leader of New Yevon. He probably never had money problems. Surprising he wasn't a spoiled brat though.

He glanced at Saina who had narrowed eyes while looking at Gippal and Eva. He wondered why she would be giving them that look. They all moved to the one room meant for Eva and he watched as She freaked out again when Gippal tried to let her go. She was definitely acting like a child now. He wondered if this was all and Act to gain Gippal's attention. He had seen similar act's while traveling.

It didn't matter though at the moment, a good night's rest in the temple was way better than one in an inn. He looked at Saina and decided to start apologizing for his actions earlier. "Forgive me... I was acting like fool earlier, having to have you drag me out of the camp. It was..." He rubbed the back of his head. "Embarrassing to say the least."


[System]
PILOT
Age: 32
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 95.2kg
Pilot Class: Scanner
Nationality: American (Cascadia)
Appearance: Someone somewhere is missing their assault rifle… (credit to phelandavion)
Bio: Growing up was not an easy thing for Rodriguez. Though he was born to a happy family, there was not a whole lot of money to go around; repeated debts and failed loans only retained enough of a budget to keep him and his folks going with food and a roof over their heads. As the years went by, their finances further declined hopelessly eventually forcing Rodriguez out of guilt of not being able to help his parents with their teetering living expenses to find a job, especially at an early age too.

Despite his parent's best wishes, Rodriguez joined the Cascadian militia personally out of financial necessity right, even when as the States warred with one another. After getting his placement tests, he later found himself in the Cascadia Air Force, rather unexpectedly on that note too and even further so when he realized that he had a knack for flying even though he never gave the concept much thought. Through further testing, Rodriguez was eventually assigned to aerial reconnaissance and patrol duties and wouldn't see active combat until much later hostilities broke out with Lone Star Land. Much of the actual combat he participated in initially comprised of opportunistic ground-attacks against lightly armed and isolated convoys unlucky enough to wind up in his patrol sectors. As fighting grew more fierce, Rodriguez's recon wing would end up operating closer to the front lines, and shortly afterwards, behind enemy lines.

After bringing his record to twelve successful nighttime raiding and information gathering and missions, Rodriguez was then offered a position to help expand Cascadia's electronic warfare technology and implementation in its air force. Interested, he gladly accepted the offer. Three months later, Rodriguez was back in the air, now with an aircraft armed the latest innovative gadgets available. During this time, a small conflict was brewing with Cascadia and one of the neighboring Midwestern warlords. As a live trial for the newly equipped aerial reconnaissance division, Rodriguez and other pilots from the same wing were deployed to discourage would-be raiders from violating Cascadia's airspace. Opening operations were largely successful with only a few instances of a dogfight breaking out while the majority of the encounters lead to those Midwestern intruders forced to withdraw from a possible combat zone after their airplane's instruments supposedly malfunctioned or went haywire for 'inexplicable' reasons.

Though returning to the civilian life was very pleasant after several years of service, Rodriguez grew unsatisfied and yearned to fly once more, even if was not combat oriented. As fate would have it, he would later acquire an old North American XA2J Super Savage had it refitted using the funds gained through his service with the militia. With the aircraft, dubbed Pandora, Rodriguez soon entered into the mercenary business as a freelancer, taking up spying and support contracts that came his way.

Theme Song: Coming Soon

PLANE
Name: North American XA2J Super Savage "Pandora"
Description: To Wikimedia!
Plane Type: Twin-Engine Turboprop
Extra Aircraft Notes: Due to modern upgrades, the aircraft can climb to higher elevations and achieve a much higher maximum speed than its previous un-upgraded airframe. The aircraft's cockpit, constructed to support three crew members has been outfitted with electronic warfare and sensor suite, effectively reducing the crew capacity to just the pilot.
Weapons Descriptions:
-Two forward-facing 20mm cannons
-10,000lb ordinance store (may carry up to six homing missiles, five bombs, or four torpedoes).
Weakness: Very low maneuverability due to large airframe, very ineffective in a dogfight.

[User]
Rodriguez maintained his position with Roland's left flank through the current duration of the trip. There wasn't much as far as conversations go since everyone appeared to be busy keeping their own birds in the air. He himself however kept the plane in auto-pilot, having synchronized the control patterns with Roland's aircraft, The Iron Jackson, while he slaved over the scanning equipment directly to his right shoulder. Much of the electronics and gadgets hadn't seen almost any use within the past couple of weeks due to limitation of contracts within his previous area of operation, resulting in suite being deactivate for the most part. Now that he was on a new job and even a new squadron, he figured it was as good as time as any to re-activate the sleeping hardware.

And not a moment too soon.

Upon stirring Pandora's long-range radar, a blip immediately sounded off. The small ping pulled Rodriguez's gaze over too one of the monitors showcasing a large map of the region and the general location of unidentified craft. He glanced forward, noting his formation position and back to the monitor, having just updated the blip's new position. Rodriguez wasn't urgently concerned yet with the approaching newcomer since the radar would have responded to any craft in the same fashion that was not carrying a transponder. He however did keep his eyes glued to the screen and observed the changing flight path of the plane coming up from their rear.

A few minutes later and Rodriguez then confirmed that the craft was in fact on intercept course. His heart rate began to climb with the lingering thought of an any bandit preparing to attack their formation settling in but he insisted on keeping his position regardless. He couldn't think of anyone trying to take on three aircraft by themselves nor could he think of any valid reason of doing so. Eventually, the blip came up on his short-range radar and from there, he could then properly track the unknown aircraft approaching them. By now, Rodriguez was already running a scan though he immediately noted that airspeed of the craft was more casual with no hint of hostile intent. Then again, the approaching airplane was flying at a much higher elevation; almost perfect for an aggressive dive for a strafing run.

Finally, the unspoken radio silence had been broken with the newcomer identifying themselves, or their aircraft, as Long Dive. While his powerful radio could intercept the transmission, it was clear they were addressing Roland. Roland, of course, replied and welcomed them into to formation. Rodriguez finally steadied himself and eased back, now certain that there was no longer any danger. Eventually, the scan had completed and notified him of the results, prompting Rodriguez to raise an eyebrow. The Long Dive  was apparently that of an XB-35-M4, essentially a flying wing and one whose wingspan was far greater than any of the aircraft in formation. Having already networked the other two planes in formation, Pandora's computer would have been sending the data to the Iron Jackson and the Roger Dodger.

Seeing as though that Lungfirst was about to bring their aircraft from the rear and after Jimmy broadcasted their formation suggestion, Rodriguez positioned the rudder of Pandora just slightly to the left, prompting his airframe to move over, increasing the distance between him and the Iron Jackson by several meters. It was then his turn to delve in greetings, "Standby, Long Dive. I'll have your plane networked shortly."

[Assistant]
Roland was impressed at the way Rodriguez had already taken up the scanning duties for the squad without any prompting at all, it reminded him he was in capable company. Now that all 4 men were flying together smoothly Roland had now noticed they were flying over a stretch of scorched land. Depressingly this wasn't too uncommon in the south. Although Florida hadn't seen the worst of it, the south east was basically a constant war-zone during the 'Dixie conflicts' that had been going on since the war with Texas. Many towns and outposts were pulverized by warfare and it left the earth a deathly grey-brown color with no plant life left to speak of. A grim reminder for Roland that oppressive groups must be fought and stopped at all costs.

As if right on cue, Roland spotted movement on the ground that his radar wasn't picking up: Trucks more than a few of them too. At least 8 were riding together in a convoy along with some Artillery vehicles that were probably the escorts. Not the strangest sight but notably large and intimidating for a routine cargo run. Roland Shaw was now becoming nervous, his finger was hovering above the weapons trigger, he decided to fly in a little lower to investigate. He radioed the rest of the pilots first.

Hold your altitudes, I'm gonna dive in for a closer peek at these vehicles, stay alert.

Slowly descending to take a close visual at the trucks, he felt his heart jump in his chest as soon as the logo became visible. It was the Lone Star Flag of Texas. These trucks were military, and judging by the escorts they were probably carrying fuel or weapons or both. Roland's vision began to blur, his breath was hot with rage and his grip became tight like a vice on the stick. His mission was to investigate this bandit empire, but he was still Ex-Canadian military and Texas were still a very active (if not diminished) foe.

Okay pilots, time to warm up, let's do some strafing. Jimmy, this is a perfect bit of practice, follow Ryan's lead!

Just as he radioed the Military Trucks began to speed up, and the Artillery began firing at the sky. Roland pulled his Iron Jackson hard into a somersault to evade, and took a deep breath as he prepared to open fire.

[User]
Lungfirst adjusted his position to match the formation even more precisely while he listened to the calls from his new colleagues. He was not in a great mood. This formation was far too low altitude for his liking. In fact, he'd have to climb before he could effectively engage much of anything without being vulnerable. Still the pilot flying in front of him was both his boss and a living legend and he had given an order. Lungfirst transmitted his acknowledgments to the other two pilots while he analyzed his combat options.

Lungfirst's voice was mostly flat as he replied. "Long-Dive copies. Thanks for the breathing room. Looking forward to the specs too. Out."

He was distracted by the task of assessing his current tactical options. So long as he was at such a low altitude he would be a big target for anti-aircraft weapons as well as vulnerable to attack from above. Also, his targeting cone for missile strikes against ground targets was reduced and he couldn't use his forward missile launchers so long as he was at the back of the formation. He would have to climb as soon as any hostile force appeared in order to make full use of his weapons. Just when he finished his tactical analysis the Iron Jackson radioed his intent to descend and examine a convoy.

He pulled up and began to climb immediately.

With most planes, this action would weaken the formation and deprive them of fighting power. However, the Long-Dive had AA missile launchers pointed both fore and aft. As he climbed and accelerated above the formation the targeting cone of his rear launchers expanded to cover the other planes while the upward angle of his nose lifted his under-wing anti-ground missile launchers into a forward firing angle. And his forward launchers lifted to cover the formation's 12-o-clock high.

His first instinct was to simply target the vehicles with AG missiles and take them out, but he wanted to wait till the group's leader had achieved his stated objective. The other three planes were all designed to be able to effectively strafe. He continued to climb but acquired target locks on four vehicles in the convoy. He couldn't be sure that they were carrying something volatile, but if any of them were, then the secondary explosions could take out some of the remaining vehicles. He waited until the planes that were going to strafe had completed a single run and were clear of the likely blast radius before confirming his targets were still operational and calling the Iron Jackson.

"Long-Dive, targets locked. Confirmed live. Permission to fire?" His thumb was on the launch switch and he was going to fire the moment he had confirmation from his leader.

[Assistant]
To the point then, Rodriguez thought, noting the pilot's straightforward dialogue while he stared at the monitor displaying the flying wing that was Lungfirst's aircraft being integrated with the rest of the formation. The process of including the Long-Dive into his private data communications network was going off without a hitch. Same as the two other craft around him. The miniature scans updated and applied an IFF to the Long-Dive, allowing Pandora's ECM to recognize friend from foe and differentiate their assets. Typically useful if a hostile missile were to enter get near either of their aircraft while in the large sphere of influence emitted by Rodriguez's plane. With a small ping, he got his confirmation that Long-Dive was now fully integrated.

Rodriguez nearly believed that the formation flight would remain unopposed for at least for a few hours. Turns out he was wrong. Roland apparently was the first to take notice of the activity crawling beneath them. However, his report came almost abruptly and nearly caught Rodriguez off-guard, challenging him to achieve a visual on the vehicles being referred to. Seconds later, he found them as well; an armored convoy. Sensing imminent combat approaching and with the current order to maintain his position, he awakened the ground sensors and cameras at the nose and belly of his aircraft. Soon, visual images poured into one of the other monitors. The convoy belonged to the Lone Star State, as announced by the flags and insignias worn by the vehicles.

"Pandora acknowledges. Maneuvering to attack run; after you, lead," he radioed.

With the attack order given, Rodriguez hit the throttle of his plane, prompting Pandora's airframe to increase in speed before he peeled into dive. Despite its original purpose being overwritten to include a larger number of responsibilities, the plane was still capable of performing its original duty as an attack aircraft. Through his descent, he ensured his kept the Pandora's nose aimed at the grouped vehicles, still performing the necessary scans of his targets until the sensors achieved the lock he was looking for. The HUD integrated into his windshield lit up, revealing a number of vectors originating from the ground beginning to rotate within the center of this obvious circles. The highlighted lines, upon further inspection, represented the calculated traveling paths of the artillery cannons scrambling to take aim at them. As per his efforts earlier, he ensured this information was shared with his squadron mates.

Falling in roughly five-hundred feet behind the Iron Jackson, Pandora prepared to line up its own strafing run, coordinating with the lead aircraft and prepared to engage once Roland peeled away from his completed attack.


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"The cruelty is the point."

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G E N D E R :

Male

A G E :

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O C C U P A T I O N :

Jo Long Assassin

A P P E A R A N C E :

Vas stands at 6'1 and 175 pounds. He is slim, lean, and very well muscled, having spent his life as a disciplined combatant. Often it's easy to forget, given his height and physic, he is still a teenager. He is a mutt of the universe, with mocha skin, a straight nose, and bright blue almond-shaped eyes. Vas still has a youthful boyish face with some roundness to cheeks that have not yet matured. His hair is straight and black styled into a war hawk. Vas has an elaborate Japanese-style tattoo that covers his back. It consists of a highly detailed eastern dragon coming down from clouds of sakura and wisteria blossoms, with some of the flowers cresting to his shoulders.

H O M E P L A N E T :

Santos, Silverton

S K I L L S E T :

Vas is a fully trained assassin, and while he knows how to use various guns his more of a melee fighter. He is a trained Shaolin monk in the five animal styles, which he expanded to include the Dragon form. He knows how to use and manufacture various poisons and tranquilizers. Beyond that Vas is surprisingly well-read and knows proper etiquette (he just finds there is rarely a call for it) and can garden. Lastly, Vas can not cook. If it's in not soup (which might barely be edible), in a can or premade … it is basically poison and a crime against humanity in a plate. He can bake cookies but that is about all he can do.

E Q U I P M E N T :

Vas pride and joy is a Jian style sword with no tassel, black and silver inlay grip with a green jade crossguard and an etched blade. He owns a dragon scale armoire, it's thin and flexible and can easily be worn regularly under a shirt. He owns a variety of blades, tools, and poisons. He owns a tablet loaded with a variety of books. When on duty for the Temple Vas uses and black Kitsune mask and has specialized armor he can use when performing wetwork. Lastly, he always carries around a lighter and clove smokes.

P E R S O N A L I T Y :

Vas is quite self contained and a bit distant. Serena, his counterpart does enough talking for the both of them. He isn't shy or squeamish about violence nor is he about its application. It's more of the fact that he takes pride in his work. Oddly though he is a massive softie, finding joy in stupid little things and is surprisingly sensitive when it comes to people whose opinions he actually cares about. He comes off as childish and naive when it comes to and often is a little trusting with people ruining the tough punk look. He penchant for full-on honesty, he doesn't like to lie and actively avoids doing so. Vas had a temper that rarely comes out, it's more like a berserk button but basically, he has a hell of a chip on his shoulder when it comes to slavers.

B I O :

Vas often looks back at his youth and family with rose color lenses. Mostly because his life since the war was drowned in violence and loss. Like many left behind as children, he was scooped up into the slave trade and drafted to fight in the war. Sold as a child soldier he was shoved from one front to the next. Eventually, he was 'liberated' and fell into the shadow of Estaban, who turned out to be an assassin for the Jo Long. Having taken a shine to the kid he was eventually brought to the temple on Lilac and trained to become an assassin. For Vas, it was quite fulfilling … family, friends, job satisfaction. He fit in it, he was wanted and he excelled at his job.
Eventually returning home from a mission Vas ran afoul of some slavers. It got ugly but eventually, Vas exacted his opinion on the captain's profession. This is how he met Serena and the pair bonded pretty quick out of the crisis. Two years later, she continues to be an apprentice of sorts, his apprentice. Leaving the temple for real-world experience, they were found by Deckard running a scam in a pit fighting ring. Their scam was caught and they got jumped. Vas was able to take care of himself, and Serena made 'fast friends' (in her opinion) with Deckard. Deckard offered them a job doing semi-honest work. They accepted. How better to see the verse?
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| Jago Deckkard | Captain is fine, well meaning. Better then most I've run into. |
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| Tim Casey | I would think better of him if he would stop filling Serena's head with scary stories! |

| Enid Prichard | She likes needles a little too much. |

| Vas Jat | I like duck! |

| Serena Jat | My somebody. |

| Kinneas Reed | How does he shoot with all that hair? |

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Hire me! Part 1
Lunar Veil | Cockpit
Summary
Kinneas ask for a job on the LV. Goes as well as you might think.

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Jago lounged in the co-pilot's seat looking over the cortex on the screen. " … not a lot going on but if it works out we'll have another fixer throwing jobs our way. But even a cozy town got something going on, hell, the Jat's got work." Jago said scratching his chin, the town was a small one so there was a creeping doubt other than taking on a bounty there would be call for their ilk other than schmoozing an up-and-coming fixer they were meeting up with.

"I'm just saying every time we get a new fixer thrown in things go from bad to worse, and that one time, to really really worse." Tim reminded him, as the pilot pushed back some in his seat.

"That makes my situation sound promising." Kinneas said from the doorway as he leaned against it, levity in his tone despite the fact that this arrangement was already living up to expectations. And, it wasn't a high bar.

Jago didn't even look up from his screen. "And what situation would that be?" The Captain asked tapping the screen.

"The one where I offer my services in exchange for extended stay on your ship." Kinneas said, more gusto in his tone than simple pragmatism though he remained in the doorframe. "I have to say, I think it's more than a fair trade given the quality of the coffee."

"What's wrong with the coffee?" Jago asked, turning the chair to face Kinneas with a quivering eyebrow.

"If you're in a bind, it can strip paint off your ship's hull?" Kinneas suggested by way of explanation, not bothering to comment on the captain's apparent lack of taste.

"I told you to spring the extra credits for the Ariopolis blend," Tim said with a shake of his head. "And you said  what do those Ariopolis assholes know about coffee . Well, there you have it."

"Just cuz our coffee sucks doesn't mean they know shit about coffee." Jago defended. "Ariopolis blend is an overpriced bunch of burnt beans anyway."

Tim held out his hand in an iffy gesture. "I'd respectfully disagree, but I'd also respectfully like my head to stay attached to my shoulders so I'll just pretend to look at a few of these fancy dials and let you all talk."

"No, don't stop on my account - disagree. The doc was lookin' for something to do." Kinneas said with a grin. "Although, it involved less dismemberment and more gushy gunshot wound. Fleshy, I think she said."

"That sounds like a word Enid would use," Tim said, making a face. "You'll get used to it, if you're sticking around for a bit."

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Hire me! Part 2
Lunar Veil | Cockpit
Summary
Kinneas ask for a job on the LV. Goes as well as you might think.

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"That's what I'm here to find out," Kinneas said as he pushed himself from the frame of the doorway with his shoulder, standing upright once more. "Well, captain?"

Jago sighed thinking. "Well why not make yourself useful, there's a chore list hanging in the galley."

"I'm not signing on to be anyone's qìyuē yōnggōng (indentured servant)." Kinneas' expression darkened slightly, insulted by the first thought that came to Deckard's mind.

Tim sucked a thin stream of air through his teeth, suddenly fascinated with one of the fuel cell indicators. He suppressed any nervous laughter that threatened to bubble up.

"Oh I'm sorry princess but our janitorial staff sought employment elsewhere. So while I go and find a new maid so your pretty hands don't have to get dirty, everyone on this ship pulls their own weight. If you have a problem with that you can file a complaint in our suggestion box, conveniently located in the gorram airlock." Jago said flatly, giving Kinneas a level look.

Tim's gage grew more fascinating by the minute, and he fought hard to not let out another wince.

"I don't have a problem with -" Kinneas was interrupted, his gritted teeth over the word emphasized grinding to a halt.

"Good." Jago said cutting Kinneas off. "Chore list is in the galley."

"They're not all horrible," Tim promised. "I mean, some of them. Crew sometimes plays tall card for 'em, if you're a betting man."

 Kinneas was about to tell the captain where he could shove his chore list, but bitterly smirked at the notion of pawning them off on someone else if he won a hand or two of cards. "That makes it all better, sure. In the meantime, I'll just go hop right to that list. Can't think of a better way to spend the start of my time bound to this ship." Fuck if I will. He turned to go back to his bunk.

Jago waited for the man to leave. "I swear Serena whines less than that man." He grumbled going back to the list on the cortex screen.

Tim watched the new person leave, and rubbed his non-existent five-o-clock shadow. "Give him a little time," the pilot offered. "I know you're spoiled, what with me coming on board right out of the box amazing. " He raised his eyebrows a few times towards the captain, fishing for compliments he knew wouldn't come.

"Time I got. Patience with another teen on the boat, less so." He paused, turning to Tim. "The coffee ain't that bad is it?"

"It's like you melted brown crayons in swamp water," Tim replied. "I'll make a shopping run on New Kasmir, while you go and get us raked over by a new fixer."

"Zero faith in your Captain." Jago tsked. "And spring for the nicer crayons." He joked.

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Less Than Welcoming
Lunar Veil | Kinneas's Bunk
Summary
Kinneas pissed off the the punk and Vas get's his and his sister's stuff back.

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The smell of something cooking started to drift around the ship from the galley. The sound of the crew going about their day had passed by Kinneas's hatch all day but suddenly one of them stopped and the sound of someone coming down the later broke the monotony of his day so far.

Kinneas lay on his back, resting his head on an arm and staring at the ceiling. He'd expended all he could think to do as he went from boiling mad to a light simmer. But now that someone was inviting themselves in, he felt that heat turn up a notch as he glared up at the ladder.

Vas climbed down matching Kinneas glare. He didn't wait or pause, he walked in like he owned the place to the dresser taking the brush and hair care bottles that belonged to Serena.

Kinneas watched him do so, but didn't move from his position - not even to uncross his ankles.

The punk walked back up the ladder, pausing for a moment. "Come in our room again pervert. I'll slit your throat in your sleep. Don't think a locked door will stop me either." He said coolly before climbing up and out. He paused again remembering why he originally was passing by his majesty's room. "Right, dinners almost ready …" He said down the hatch. "... biantai de chou jidan (perverted cracked rotten egg)." Vas muttered heading to his room to return the stolen stuff.

As enticing as food sounded, Kinneas told himself there was no way in hell he was going to join that crazy bunch. It certainly wouldn't be pleasant. He'd gone a few days without food after he'd ended up on Silverhold the first go-round, and they'd be at the waystation soon enough. There were a few credits left in his account to get something there, but rationalizing it only made him madder since he had begun considering the merits of a prison cell if he was caught.


[System]
Age: 43 (around 21 in human years)
Gender: Female
Race: Demigod
Height: 5'7"

Appearance:

Weapon of choice: A gladius made of tempered obsidian, and a one-handed crossbow attached to her right hand.
Occupation: Apprentice of an inventor in Arkanshire

Lore:
Skurja was known amongst the ranks of the Valkyries to be one of their most skilled and ruthless warriors. When she finally came to them with news that she had chosen a human male from Arkanshire to lay with her so that she may bear child, expectation arose for the child to be as brilliant a warrior as her mother. In a way, Kaja did not disappoint.

Speed and pure strength were not Kaja's greatest abilities. In fact, her skills on those matters were average, and the other Valkyries her age could easily win over her in races and contests of strength. Despite it, Kaja had only ever fallen in combat once, and that had been against one of the older Valkyries. Questions arose as to how someone with combat skills that could be comparable to an average human soldier could sustain herself in battle against some of the best Valkyries, and it was quickly answered by the observant and tactical minds in their fray. Luck seemed to favour Kaja, and it became apparent when her blows would strike fatal areas and attacks that could have destroyed her missed by mere centimeters. Once, an aged but still reliable pillar had fallen in front of her took a fatal blow meant for her heart.

Talk came about that perhaps Kaja was favoured by the Goddess of Luck, but Skurja quickly squashed that rumour before it could grow. It was a widely known fact that out of all the gods and goddesses in the pantheon, Skurja loathed the Goddess of Luck the most. As such, it was understandable that Skurja would not want to associate her one and only child with the goddess. In the safety of her room, locked from the prying eyes of the other Valkyries, Skurja mourns a love lost and the true other parent of Kaja, the Goddess of Luck herself.

Despite Kaja's luck, Skurja was still doubtful about Kaja's combat skills. She didn't want to have her child pushed into the brunt of battle, and so when Kaja reached the age of maturity, Skurja sent her to Arkanshire... to her father, Din Ironwood.

Din was known around the capital to be an inventor favoured by the Queen for his machinations, but he was regarded by the common folk with open disdain. Most of his inventions failed to work as he had described and more often resulted in a concentrated explosion. Still, the Queen kept him around the capital in hopes that one day, he'd be able to create an invention so wonderful that it could advance Arkanshire farther than they could ever imagine.

When Kaja joined him in his home filled with gears and steam, he knew that things would change and he was correct. Kaja's luck was even more prominent as she aided her father in bringing to existence what his mind crafted. Kaja and serendipity seemed to walk hand-in-hand, and in the five months she'd lived with Din, they had already created three inventions that worked as imagined. In fact, the one-handed crossbow Kaja wields is one that she'd created herself with a bit of steel and wood, and plenty of luck.

Perhaps the only unlucky moment in Kaja's life was when the Nightmare awoken and she stumbled by accident into the land of Arkanshire Dream. It seemed as though Kaja's good luck had ran dry... or had it?

Extra Info:
- Her armour.
- She has a birthmark that resembles a four-leaf clover on her right wrist, barely visible under her crossbow.
- She can use any weapon with ease, but prefers using a sword and her crossbow.
- Din invented a bolt for Kaja's crossbow that would explode upon contact. Currently, she only has five of them, but could make more if needed.
- Kaja doesn't have any interests in men, and would vehemently deny that her eyes had wandered in the presence of women on more than one occassion.
- Kaja has a horrible sweet tooth and a low tolerance for alcohol.

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The fire was an eerie shade of green that Kaja was sure it was not one made of natural means. It failed to give Kaja the comfort a warm fire after a long soak in freezing rainwater should, and the man warming himself by the fire was no better. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the man's walking cane, unsure if it was something that would become a threat to her. Still, she found that she would rather take her chances inside the cave with the odd man than in the depths of the forest while the rain continued to fall.

She gave him a nod and sat crossed-leg directly across from him. Despite its odd appearance, the fire did warm her skin and work to dry her clothes. She placed her sword on her lap, one hand dancing over its hilt. The crackling of the fire broke through the silence that filled the cave, and Kaja took the momentary serenity as a chance to think of all that had led to that moment.

She had been walking around the streets of the capital, carrying with her a pack of materials that Din had asked her to buy from a nearby metal shop. Talk rose amongst the townsfolk about the Nightmare having awoken and that some of the kingdom's finest soldiers and most foolish of vagabonds had began jumping into one of the many portals that had opened in order to challenge the gods for their titles. Kaja had paid them no mind. Her mother had never been one to pray to the gods and Din was a man of science, not religion. As such, Kaja had never thought much of the gods or the people's fascination with the odd ritual of attempting to kill them. She had too much to worry about; Din had written up a blueprint for a new invention and Kaja could not have been more excited.

She paused in her musings and eyed the mouth of the cave. Rain was still falling hard in the forest outside, and it was only then that Kaja noticed that the woods was not familiar to her. She had taken plenty of walks in the surrounding forests of Arkanshire in search of materials and inspiration, and the area she'd woken up in was not a place she'd been in before.

Could it be-? No. It was a foolish thought. She had been walking around Arkanshire, not anywhere near a portal... Though, now that she'd thought about it, she remembered hearing shouts around her while she was walking, a tad too distracted by thoughts of their new endeavor. She remembered a brilliant light, and then crushing darkness. Then, she'd awoken in the middle of the forest, wet and confused... And lacking the bag of materials she'd been carrying before. She made a mental note to search for it once the rain died down.

"Did I..." she muttered, lips pursing in thought, "Did I accidentally go into a portal?"

She looked up at the man, frowning. "Where are we?" She gripped her sword, eyes narrowing in threat should the man not provide her with an answer.

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Tia Blackwood

Tia stood up and brushed herself off, her hand smudging mud on her cloak. She looked down at the smudged mud and wrinkled her nose. She stared at it for a while and then looked up to weigh her options. Going towards the town would take longer than going towards the cemetery. Her shoes were already caked with so much mud just by standing that she was afraid she'd be waist deep in it by the time she get to the town. With that in mind, she trudged towards the graveyard.

And found herself staring at decaying bodies that have apparently melded with nature.

"Ugh," she wrinkled her nose again in disgust, regretting her decision with each step she took. She dared to look at one of the corpses. Whether it had been male or female was no long distinguishable. Yellowish bone can almost be seen through the black, rotting flesh. A thick vine ran through its chest and Tia wondered if the vine was what actually killed it.

She pushed the gruesome images out of her head as she continued on. She stepped carefully around the other bodies that littered the cemetery floor and almost jumped when she heard a groaning sound. She looked towards the direction it came from, her mind already bringing up images of walking corpses. But the dead bodies remained still in their gruesome final resting positions. She breathed out a sigh of relief and then heard a curious sound.

A tinkling sound.

"Coins?" she asked out aloud. She blinked when she saw a squirrel scurry towards her. It placed a coin a few feet away from her and then returned to the stump where he curiously seemed to be guarding the purse he got the coin from. She studied the squirrel for a few minutes before she turned to the object she assumed it left for her.

She took a step forward, bent down and took the coin. It was a bronze coin carved with a dragon and a shield. It was also designed with runic symbols that she could not read. She turned the coin over in her palm. Her eyes were met with an intricate design and more runic symbols.

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The woman's body was very light, so it was easy to move. Under her was a sliver colored key, and a book. The book was locked, but the key was a perfect fit. Upon opening the book, the pages were blank, for a time. Soon, words started to appear.

"I found this book under the body of a dead woman in a church. Some beast had killed everyone here, but maybe I can find some clues....It's coming back. I didn't notice for awhile, until I heard a thumping and dragging noise. I need to run. I tried to find a hiding place, and luckily the confession booth was still opened. I opened it, and was able to get inside. I left the door open, just abit to help me see. A large beast walked in, dragging an axe behind him(?) as he walked. He seemed surprised at all the dead people, so I guess he didn't do it. But then he got down and started to eat on the bodies. Dear gods the sounds. It was only made worse when I saw on person was still alive, just waking up as the beast started to eat on her. I wanted to help, but I......FUCK! The booth just made a squeak noise. The beast is looking this way. Now he is coming this way. I gotta make a run for it, or do something."

It was then that Asra started to hear a small sound. It started to grow louder and louder. Thumping noises, followed by a dragging noise, and it was heading right for the church.

The man pulled out a bottle with some drink in it, and took a swig of it. He then held it out towards her, offering it. "My dear, we are in the Dream." He said as he looked at her. "You walked into a portal, one way or another." He said and sat back, placing his back onto the wall of the cave. "I'm guessing you didn't mean to be here, since you are so confused. You could go to a nearby town, but I can't promise that it'll be safe." He said.

"Also, be very careful when roaming at night. Some cannibal bandits have been seen in these woods. Not sure why they have left me alone, but they may have never seen me. If they have, then maybe they decided that an old man isn't worth eating. A pretty girl like you on the other hand...." He reached over and pulled out some simple, frameless, eye glasses. "Here, these should help you." He said.

When she looked at the glasses, and then back at him to say something, the old man was gone.

The squirrel went back to playing with the coin bag. As she looked around the graveyard more, she soon found a lake, but it was hard to tell how deep or, more importantly, how dangerous it was.

As she was about to turn back, the sound of a horn could be heard. A small boat came rowing up infront of her, a skeleton pushed a long pole into the water the push the boat forward. It stopped infront of her, as the skeleton walked over to her, and held his hand out. "Safe passage isn't free." He said, his voice raspy, as if not having spoken for awhile. "A coin, and I shall take you across." He said.

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Valkyries were known throughout the land for their love of three things: combat, lovers, and mead. Kaja, despite her heritage and upbringing, had found that out of the three, only combat appealed to her. Lovers amongst the rank of the valkyries were lacking - both due to the fact that those her age preferred the company of men and they were terrified of even approaching Skurja's child with untoward intentions - and Kaja found that her tolerance for alcoholic drinks was quite wanting. As such, when the man offered her a bottle to drink, she respectfully declined, not even quite sure if the bottle's contents was alcohol.

The old man had only confirmed her earlier suspicions. The Dream. She spat a curse under her breath. Of all the places she could have found herself in, it had to be the Dream. While not overly familiar with it, she was no stranger to the Dream. She would either meet her end or her ascension in its realm, and she wasn't quite sure which of the two was worse.

Before she could mull over it further, there were talks of cannibals and a pair of glasses were handed to her. She inspected the pair, not finding anything spectacular about them. In fact, they resembled the ones Din wore whenever he worked on a new project. Kaja had worn his before, just out of curiosity, and found her vision blurred. She doubted that the same wouldn't happen with the pair the man had given her as she was certain her eyes hadn't suffered much despite long periods of time spent in the darkness of Din's basement with only a nearby lantern providing light.

"Do you have a map-" She lifted her eyes from the glasses to ask her question and found that her companion had disappeared. "What?" She looked around the entirety of the small cave, but found nowhere the man could have gone except for back out the forest. Absentmindedly, Kaja placed the glasses on her face, letting it sit atop her nose, as she leaned back on the same spot the man had previously occupied. She eyed the fire and the area outside as she thought of her next steps.

She could wait the rain out in the cave, but by her very nature, Kaja needed to move. She could brave the rain and try to make her way to the town the man had mentioned, very likely finding trouble in the form of cannibalistic bandits or whatever unexpected threat the town possessed, but it seemed a better choice to her than simply waiting around the fire. Making up her mind, she fixed her sword upon her person once more, and walked out of the cave. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the rain. Her first order of business was to find her pack, and then search for where the town would be.


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Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Otter Faunus
Weapon: At the center of Beryl's combat abilities is an elegant sword named Stream, a beautiful curved blade that appears to glisten in the light much like it's namesake. With a golden hilt inlaid with aquamarine gems, every inch of the blade evokes the image of a current of water flowing through the air. The silver blade curves towards the very end and is inlaid in an archaic Mistralese script. As if to further evoke it's namesake, strands of gold from the hilt crawl up the sides of the blade, blending into the metal blade like rapids in a stream.

However Stream is not just a pretty weapon, with the simple press of a button the blade extends into many small pieces connected by a thin string of carbon nanofiber. In this form the blade is akin to a whip, that Beryl is capable of expanding and contracting at will. If the sword form of Stream is a strong current cutting through the rapids, the whip form is a whirlpool of water devouring and capturing all that lies in its wake.

The final trick up Stream's arsenal is the ability to infuse it with dust rounds adding an extra layer of versatility to an already formidable and beautiful weapon.
Specialty: The lack of a gun form consigns Beryl to a mid to close range assault on enemies. While for some this might be tricky, Beryl is capable of navigating the center of the battlefield with ease. Through the use of her semblance and weapon she is capable of manipulating the flow of enemies whether through ensnarement, redirection, or a myriad of other tricks. In this way Beryl keeps the battlefield more manageable for her team and ensures their continued success.

However if crowd control isn't required, Beryl is more than adept at inflicting large doses of damage thanks to the lacerating effects of her blade or the dust rounds stored within. Thus if need be Beryl can quickly chop individuals or crowds of enemies down as she cuts through the battlefield. In this way her high damage output can make quick work of particularly troublesome opponents.
Semblance: Aqua Vitae - Beryl is capable of detecting water as well as controlling it in a telekinetic fashion. This flows well into her usage of Stream as she coats it in a thin sheet of water while in segmented form allowing for a much finer level of control than would otherwise be possible.
Personality: Like water, Beryl is one who goes with the flow of life, she tends to be a little laid back and easygoing allowing each day to flow on past. However while she may be rather relaxed, one should not confuse this with a lack of conviction, push too hard in one direction or another and Beryl will push back just as hard. The strength of her conviction can perhaps be best seen in her tireless crusade against injustice. Beryl is the first to fight for the oppressed and defend those she sees being trampled. The one thing that Beryl can not stand is injustice and engaging in such deplorable acts is the surest way to acquire her wrath.

Much of Beryl's hatred to injustice comes from her upbringing as a rather devout follower of the Church of Mistral. She strongly believes in the church's calls for charity, tolerance and courage. As such, Beryl often applies such teachings to her daily life and thus treats all people with the same level benevolence and kindness. In fact it is not uncommon to see Beryl praying before battles or looking towards her religion for guidance. Ultimately, Beryl's religion is a very fundamental aspect of her core being.

Of course none of this should dissuade the notion that Beryl is deprived of fun, on the contrary Beryl greatly enjoys life and all the fun it provides. In terms of hobbies she greatly enjoys listening to music on her Sonee Strollman, which possesses a vast library spanning many genres. In addition she greatly enjoys swimming and spending time in the water, as well as travelling across many different locales. As one could probably surmise from the aforementioned, Beryl is a lover of the outdoors.
Something of an odd quirk that nobody seems to know how it became such, Beryl can be absolutely clueless as to the effect some of her actions can have on other people. A particularly low moan, extensive stretching in less than loose clothing, a full body hug. Absolutely zero clue about certain effects on others.
Color: Aquamarine
Emblem: A streak of aquamarine in a sort of thin "S" shape.
Appearance:

Somewhat on the taller side at 5' 10" Beryl is usually seen wearing loose athletic clothing, blue jeans and a black T-shirt being the most common. Instead of the ears that most Faunus have Beryl has a rather muscular tail extending from the base of her spine that is the same glossy black as her hair.

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Talking to Yue

After washing up, Gren was still hungry. He returned to his dorm to get out of his armor and put on some casual clothing. Despite being a big, beefy boar faunus, Gren liked to think he was a fashionable person. That being said, he didn't really dress up fancy or interesting. Khaki pants, black shirt, and white sneakers. And of course, The God Eater on his back. Gren had a special harness he could wear underneath his shirt that would magnetize the God Eater to his back, and Gren could control the output of the magnets through his systems. Gren combed his hair and flossed his teeth before heading out towards the cafeteria. With any luck the lunch line won't be too long and today's meals would be good.

Gren entered the cafeteria and mad a beeline straight towards the lunch line. There was a limit on how much food he was allowed to take, so he only took as much as he was allowed: two sandwiches, a side order of fries, an apple, a bottle of water and a bottle of soda. Leaving the line he was already planning his second trip when he spotted a strange creature. Something he never thought existed outside of story books. A mythical being that all have heard about, but have never seen. Until now. "IT'S A MAID!"

Gren checked his breath. He took a bath and flossed his teeth but he didn't brush. He cursed himself and had to make due with minty gum. He adjusted his clothes and straighten up his weapon. Gren was a it nervous that he didn't wear his armor or even his uniform; now he just looked like some armed thug who had walked into Beacon. Still, this opportunity wouldn't be here forever. He had to strike hard and fast, and this time Gren was confident in himself! No weird come ons or pick up lines. He just needed to introduce himself, get to know her, and maybe introduce her to his friends. "You got this Gren. You've taken on bigger challenges than this. Man up! Release the beast!"

Gren walked over to the maid, clearing his through to get her attention. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

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Shuai Taidan - Team KNVS (Sticky Situation)

Picture the image. Three dashingly handsome men (a hunk with rippling muscles, an aristocratic gentleman and a cute pretty boy) and their female sidekick are descending into the depths of a darkness known colloquially as a hole. Freeze frame. Ignoring any possible Freudian imagery, take a gander at what this unfortunate series of events has lead them to. A deep, dark hole. Crimson-eyed spiders, their numbers rivalling even the years of an oriental emperor's reign, emerging from the void. A thick, white fluid that would stick to every part of their body like hot glue on figma (which, excusing the Freudian imagery, can be better described as incredibly adhesive webbing). Team KNVS is frozen in this shot, about to meet what was likely their doom.

It is usually at this point in a manga where the previously mentioned abilities of one of the cast members finally comes into play, having previously used them for what seemed to be unnecessary and comical purposes. A Chekhov's Gun, if you will, a dramatic principle named after the famous Russian writer himself, Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (29 January 1860 - 15 July 1904). "If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off." Thus it was certain that one of the members of Team KNVS would find a way out of this ... sticky situation. After all, they had abilities that could be used.

If they didn't, then why would they have been included in the signup form?

Press play.

Heat and light explodes underneath Shuai Taidan, prettyboy extraordinaire and resident pyromaniac. Wind and fire wheels, the Rongquan, are attached to his black boots. They serve multiple purposes, from makeshift lighters to decoration, but their intended purpose if that of utility. Flames, like those from the thrusters of a rocket, enveloped the ringed weapons, spurting downwards at the webbing to singe away at the white.

A weapon to save him from the webbing, one would assume.

But what of his teammates?

That was why such an assumption was incorrect! The wind and fire wheels were more than just weapons! They were tools that assisted him in his ability to perform as a Huntsman (despite his feminine appearance) of all sorts of nasty creepy-crawlies!

They allowed him to fly.

Like the Nevermore from earlier in the mission had unfortunately learnt, Shuai Taidan was very much capable of flight. In fact, the skies were merely another domain to him. Another world for him to frolic in. A mere Trap Hole was nothing to him! In fact, you could say that he had activated his Trap Jammer, discarding fuel in order to do so! What could webbing do to him ... if he wasn't touching it!? He would not allow the spiders to ravage his flesh. That would just be unacceptable!

But what of his teammates?

Santouliubi. A romanisation of 三頭六臂. A reference to the three-headed, six-armed form of the Marshal of the Central Altar himself. A colloquial term for those who are 'superhuman'. The name of Shuai Taidan's semblance! Freeze frame. Behold the ethereal arms emerging from his back as if he were an eastern deity! Six in total, like the Third Lotus Prince! The manifestation of the prettyboy's burning soul, a power that allows him to multitask in any situation! Arms that could knit clothes! Arms that could hold his groceries while he searched for his wallet! Arms that could grab others with ease!

The same arms that killed the Nevermore would be the arms that would be able to save his teammates!

Two arms per person.

Varius, Noelle and Kiran were each grabbed tightly around their waists by these powerful semblance arms! Two per person! Holding tightly as if their lives depended on it (which it sort of did)! All in order to escape the fate that was the hole!

Press play.

Fire burns downwards. Shuai Taidan grins. He flies upwards like a rocket on his way to Mars. His teammates follow suit, held within his powerful semblance. But the red planet is not his destination. No, his destination is one safer than that! The sky! An atmosphere composed mostly of nitrogen, and was slowly being polluted by industrial byproducts such as sulfurous oxides! Yet a death via shitty air was one far preferable to death by spiders! Even soulless Grimm spiders!

The hole is escaped. But that isn't Taidan's only course of action!

Chongli awakens. The speartip opens, and the napalm floods downwards into the hole. It burns hotter than even the flames of his wheels, for napalm can generate temperatures of 800 to 1,200 degrees Celsius (1,500–2,200°F)! Water, in comparison, burns at 100 degrees Celsius (212°F)! Water evaporates upon contact with it! It's adhesive, sticking to anything in its path! And its burning releases carbon monoxides, which are very, very bad to breathe in, which is why Taidan has been wearing his gas mask all day long!

And it oozes down into the hole, towards the webs, towards the baby spiders, towards Ariadne.

Excessive amounts of napalm pumping towards the enemy.

No, it isn't excessive.

When dealing with a threat to mankind, one must do their best at all times. Otherwise, there isn't a gold star on your report!

It's fortunate though that the Grimm are soulless husks, because otherwise all the napalm falling from the skies into the hole could be classified as a war crime!

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"Well, as long as his physical head is still attached to his body." Was all that Beryl had to say to that. There was nothing she could say to get the other girl to soften up in the next five minutes. It hardly helped that Beryl felt like the berserker caged within Gratia's icy exterior was salivating when it looked at her.

Turning, she looked Bianca over with a clinical stare, almost as if she was assessing the work the doctors had done on her. After a couple seconds of scanning her face lit up with a smile and she leaned in to gently hug the bedridden Faunus. One hand carefully avoided the wings while the other absentmindedly placed the vase of purple flowers on the small bedside table.

"I'm glad you are looking better, Bianca."