[System]
163cm ♞ August 15th ♞ 23
 ♕ ʙɪᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʙs ♕
 ♞ Really likes chess
 ♞ A drifter; follows the money
 ♞ Usually wears a paperboy cap to hide his ears

"ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɪs."

[User]
Fuyuko continued to keep her eyes shut at Ji's response as-

 Wait, did his voice just crack?

 ... Pfft- Ah, oops.

 Without meaning to, a laugh started to escape her lips before Fuyuko quickly brought a hand to her mouth and clamped it shut. She dared to peak open her eyes to look into the room and saw Ji, back straight as a rod, dutifully sitting on his bed and turned completely away from the opposite door. 'That's kind of cute,' she thought as she also looked over on her side of the room and saw that nothing had been shifted. A pang of guilt shot through her body, but she swallowed it as she took a few steps outside.

 And then guilt turned into pain as she slipped on the wooden floor and landed with a yelp.

 Fuyuko immediately scrambled to stand again, rushing out a hurried "I'm fine!" Red and heat began to paint her cheeks as she hurried over to the single closet in the room, quickly taking out her white plaid flannel, blue jeans, and woolen kitten socks before rushing back into the bathroom in a hurried panic for the second time today. She tried to ignore the embarrassment that was flooding her face as she began not only thinking about her fall, but also how she had practically flew into the bathroom earlier, struggling to put on her clothes properly.

 Once she finally got herself dressed, she left the bathroom, closing it with a click. She then deposited all her used clothes in a laundry basket she placed near the closet before crawling onto her bed facing Ji and picking up her guitar. Embarrased, anxious, and with a towel still draped over her head, she placed the body of the guitar in her lap, the neck standing straight up and caught in a death grip as she tried to turn invisible behind it. "I'm done now," she meekly let out, wishing desperately that she could have been born part chameleon rather than part cat.

[Assistant]
Cringing at his own voice crack and Fuyuko's totally-laughing-at-him giggles, Ji's face continues to be on fire, waiting for her to just finish getting dressed already. This is going to be a horrible couple of days, isn't it? Not because Fuyuko is rude in any way, but because they're both too polite and awkward to do anything but dance around each other infinitely. Ji definitely underestimated his own social skills--because the truth is, he's kind of atrociously bad at communicating with other beings, human or hybrid.

 This is fine, Ji thinks, although he doesn't believe a word of it and is just trying to prolong the "pretend you don't care" period. This is fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine--

 Aaaaand she slipped. Why is this situation still getting worse. Please somebody kill me now.

 "Um, are you okay--" Ears easily picking up every move Fuyuko makes whether he likes it or not, Ji tracks her movement from the bathroom doorway, to the closet, to the bathroom again, where she closes the door firmly behind her. Then he deflates, splaying himself out on the bed again and wishing all of this never happened. Maybe he should just take a cold shower; he needs to cool down big time after... everything...

 "I'm done now."

 "O-oh!" Ji startles, rolling over to look Fuyuko in the face. Well, at least she's embarrassed too. This night has been a real comedy of errors, hasn't it? Except he can't really see the humor in it yet, not when Fuyuko is hiding behind her guitar like it might shield her from the reality of... this. Seeing this, Ji changes his mind a bit. Instead of bolting to the shower like Fuyuko did, he sits up, dangling his feet over the edge of the bed (Do they touch the floor? No?) with a pensive look on his face. He's thinking of something to say to her; he wants to make a good impression, after all. After a moment, he just decides to introduce himself the old-fashioned way.

 "Um... anyway," he starts, clearing his throat beforehand. "I don't think I ever told you my name, or anything about me. And since this snowstorm doesn't show any signs of stopping..." The weather outside is frightening, Ji's mind supplies, but he refuses to accept that song as the template for their stay here. The fire inside is not delightful. "...we should probably get acquainted. I'm Ji Chan. I don't really have one job, I just drift..." Ji trails off, thinking about the places he's visited, the sorts of people he's met, and decides Fuyuko probably wouldn't like any of them. "So. Yeah. That's about it, how about you?"

[User]
Fuyuko continued to hide behind her guitar, but her ears were still keeping track of every movement and word that Ji made. When she heard him say that he was a drifter, guilt and relief flooded her veins, physically deflating as she breathed out an "Oh my goood so that's why you don't have any luggage. I was so worried I-"

 "Ah!" She suddenly realized, shooting back up again in her seat. "T-That is, I, um..." her voice getting smaller with every word, "I, well, just thought that you were a burglar or something." She sank behind her guitar once more, eyes shut and trembling. Unable to bear the shame any longer, however, she quickly slid off her bed and bowed low to Ji, instrument across her chest, words rushing out of her mouth as she said, "I'm sorry that was wrong with me but that was why I was acting so weird because I didn't know why anyone would come here without carrying anything and I thought that you needed to know and I didn't want you to think that I was some scaredy cat who jumps at strangers and, and, and..."

 Fuyuko quickly found herself running out of breath, still bowing but at least feeling a little bit better about herself. She also managed to straighten herself out once more and look at Ji in the eyes before having to climb up back into her bed. She crossed her legs and laid the guitar in her lap again, but this time allowing it to rest in a much more comfortable position with it in its proper playing position, her hands holding it for comfort. Once she sat down, however, she found her eyes only able to occasionally meet Ji's gaze before they flitted off to another corner of the room. "And yeah. I'd, um, I'd be grateful if we could just kinda forget what happened, ah, Ji."

 "I'm Fuyuko Wakana," she continued, voice soft but at least trying to hold a conversational tone. "I'm a photographer. I'm actually here on a job because the owners asked me to do a photoshoot of their place." She wanted to make it up to Ji somehow for putting him through everything that happened since the moment he walked in, but there really wasn't much that she could offer him (or really, felt comfortable offering him), except...

 "If... if you're looking for a job I sometimes have people model in my photos, but, uh, with the weather it'd be kinda hard to find anybody right now and I was hoping to start tomorrow. Oh and, I do pay my models. If you're interested."

[Assistant]
"Wait. You what now?"

 When the words "I thought that you were a burglar" come out of Fuyuko's mouth, the tone of the room instantly changes, going from slightly awkward to almost relaxed in just a few seconds. Ji is, at first, unable to believe it, but quickly a large, delighted grin shows on his face. Wait, no kidding? This is a real thing? She thought he was--him? He's 5'4! He can't reach most people's chins, let alone beat them up and steal their money. He doesn't even have a knife... well, not unless his pinky-sized pocketknife counts. He can't help but laugh, just a tiny bit, before nodding and turning solemn again. Fuyuko's bowing at his feet, after all, and we can't have that. She probably feels downright guilty; she seems like the type.

 "Don't worry about it," Ji tells her, a smile yet again on his face. "I, um, don't take offense to being called a... burglar." Heheh. He quickly swallows a laugh and coughs instead. "Ahem. I'm not gonna steal your stuff, not like I could sell it anywhere, we're pretty much trapped here." Wait! That sort of comment could be misinterpreted to seem like Ji knows how to sell stolen stuff! "N-not like I'm a thief! I may be broke, but I'm not a criminal! And please, don't feel like you have to bow to some drifter like me..." She's uptight, then. And definitely a scaredy-cat, no matter what she says. He almost feels bad for laughing. Almost. A burglar? Seriously!

 "And sure. Consider it forgotten," Ji says, feeling himself relax a little as the tense atmosphere fades. All things considered... they might get along well. "And it's nice to meet you. Fuyuko." He tries to pronounce the name as softly as possible, not sure if she'll jump again, and rush to answer him. It's a pretty name; next to Ji's self-styled nickname/given name/name-he-gave-himself-because-certain-things-happened, it feels particularly fancy. And Japanese. Photography is nice profession, too, if not one that pays super well; since she's just looking out for herself, it's probably just enough. He's not extremely sold on the idea of becoming a model, mostly because he thinks he doesn't look the part. Short and messy are not adjectives usually used to describe models.

 At the mention of money, though, Ji's ears perk up; he grins. Finally, something he knows about!

 "Money, huh? You're talking my language now," he says, leaning forward to show he's interested. She probably did that on purpose, out of some sort of guilt, but Ji is frankly too broke to care. "If it's a model you want, it's a model you've got. But, uh." His grin drops, revealing a more shy, guilty face in its place. Never mind, how could he take advantage of such a cute girl like that? That would stain his conscience forever. "Don't feel obliged to pay me too much, you know? I can... I have survived on a few bucks before."

[User]
At the mention of obligations and of the sudden admittance of his hardships, Fuyuko suddenly found herself looking at Ji, eyebrows scrunched and raised in a mixture of worry and annoyance. "I always pay all my models fairly. Always," she stated seriously, all previous hesitation gone from her voice.

 Still, she found herself looking away from him again. Most of her anxiety with the new situation had simmered down only to be replaced with the ones that continually plagued her, ears twitching in irritation as she laid a cheek down on one hand resting on the guitar, the other hand fidgeting and plucking away at the strings muted by her palm. "I make good enough money to afford it," she mumbled, words to more reassure herself than Ji.

 But he had nothing to do with any of that and she knew it and knew that he probably only said what he did to be considerate. After all, he was trying his best to relax the atmosphere for her, and it was working. 'Don't think I don't notice what you're doing you... you... you-person-who-I-didn't-think-you-were-you,' she thought to herself.

 "Sorry," she eventually sighed, "sorry," adjusting her face so that her chin now rested on her hand and so that she could look up at Ji, which didn't take much effort considering (and she had just noticed) how he was maybe only a few centimeters taller than her. "I've just - I've just worked really hard for a really long time to be where I am so I get a bit snippy when anybody suggests I'm not good at what I do."

 "Besides," she said with a small smile, "I bet you don't know the first thing about modeling so you wouldn't know if I was under or overpaying you anyway," eyes moving back down onto her instrument in a most conspiratory fashion.

[Assistant]
"Well... thanks, then," Ji says, shrugging, trying to play it off like it's no big deal. She's a real sweetheart, huh? In that case, he can't have her getting all worried about him; no, that's just not right! Ji hates any form of pity or worry directed towards himself and his... unorthodox living situation, so he would appreciate it if Fuyuko doesn't make a fuss. Luckily, it doesn't seem like she will, and soon the conversation moves past that slightly-thorny topic. Ji makes a mental note to not mention anything about money, food, or clothing in the future, as he is currently lacking all three.

 As Fuyuko begins to talk about her job, though, Ji's ears perk up, and he frowns. What, are they not paying her well? That's rough. Ji's had to haggle a paycheck plenty of times over, but even then, there have been times when he's had to just give up and leave without getting paid; as a hybrid, he's usually on the losing side when push comes to shove. But over the years you get better at knowing who's good and who's not. Starting, of course, with the assumption that nobody can be trusted... and then being pleasantly surprised when you can.

 But, seeing how Fuyuko reacts, it's probably better not to bring up anything like that. It's generally not a good idea to tell the stranger you are going to be spending a undetermined number of nights with that they can't trust anyone.

 "Hey, hey, no worries," Ji replies, hands up, palms open in the universal "I mean no harm" gesture. "It's good to be confident in your work; I bet you're very, uh, capable." Ji can't really relate; he's not really good at anything, other than staying on the road and pinching pennies. But, Fuyuko got this job, so she probably is good at what she does, and that seems to be enough for her.

 He's happy for her. But, he must admit, it would be nice to find some sort of passion.

 "You got me there," Ji says lightly, brushing those thoughts away with relative ease. "I've never modelled before, what's it like? Do I just have to, like, stand there?" He laughs, a hand coming up to ruffle around in his curly mass of hair. "Sorry, sorry. I'm thinking of those high-fashion magazines... That's probably much different, isn't it? Have you ever taken pictures for one of those?"


[System]
Alias: Lizard

Age: 21

Personality: Country-girl, cheerful, friendly, helpful, quirky.

Archetype: Metahuman

Powers: Water breathing, tough skin, inhuman strength.

Weaknesses: Aggression, cold, carnivore

Appearance:

Character Evolution: Superhero boyfriend? Check. Family issues solved? Check. Fight crime?

Altered History: Going steady with Champion. Finished dealing with her biological father, Killer Croc - having that chapter in her life closed and finished.

Recommended Background Leaguer: Atom

BRIEF Bio: Jessica Jones grew up in the Mississippi River Delta, being the odd girl amongst the many other bayou dwelling communities to whom the river was their way of life. Her mother, Jessy, had died in childbirth due to complications, and had been raised by her mother' parents.

That was part of what had been told to the neighbours - in truth, Jessica had been the daughter of Killer Croc aka Waylon Jones; whom had been in the area and had during a heated moment, attacked her mother. During a time, when the young female had been engaged with her own boyfriend.

The parents of her mother, had driven off Killer Croc - whom they assumed had been a large crocodile, whom had killed Jessy' boyfriend and mauled her mother badly. Her mother had been impregnated with her - yet due to the genetic trait, passed onto Jessica, that being heavy atavism - it made her have complications and died in childbirth.

While Jessica, was considered greenish almost otherwordly in appearance, equal to her father - she had been lucky. Namely her grandparents had been more kind and generous - than his childhood, considering Jessica - named after her mother, Jessy, to be their flesh-and-blood. No matter how she looked or appeared to be. Despite her atavism - Jessica remained a healthy girl. Over the years as she grew, her mother paternal' side metahuman powers started to manifest.

While her education wasn't the best one could offer - her grandparents were the more religious, and off-grid people - she was mostly home-schooled, taught how to read and write and the basics of life. What was more important, they taught her to be a good person in-general - to turn the other cheek, no matter what people said about her and always remember, that they cared about her.

...In her time, as a member of the Justice League - she has met and gotten almost mangled, met a rather shy but lovable hero that she eventually started dating and has become the League' aquatic fighter.

Notes: Has been going steady with Champion, teaching each other new tricks and backed-up whenever necessary. The duo have improved their team-work and combined attack strategies. She also has a deeper secret, that none beyond Champion knows about.

Sample Post:

Jessica coughed, as she finally smashed the sledgehammer down onto the head of Killer Croc, knocking him out finally - breaking the tool into pieces, before throwing away the broken handle. That fight had taken more out of her, than she initially thought. For being a walking-talking alligator-man, the supervillain could take more punishment - that anybody she had seen before.

She didn't stay around for long - soon diving into the water, of the formerly abandoned and now destroyed port. Her tail and body gliding easily through the water, as she searched for her beloved. Killer Croc had contacted her - a few days ago. Having called her to 'tell her the truth'.

Suffice to say - Lizard expected some kind of trap - being contacted out of the blue and by a wanted felon no less. Hence why she had brought back-up in the form of her boyfriend, Champion. They couldn't also ignore Killer Croc - whom had been holding several construction workers hostage, in a nearby warehouse. Promising to kill them, if Lizard hadn't come here. Needless to say, she came - and then was rather shocked to learn, her...origin.

Lizard was the daughter of Killer Croc - or rather a rape-child, conceived by the villain. Unfortunately whatever he had come to get - Lizard would not be joining Killer Croc in his quest for vengeance. Nor join as some bastard apprentice. She was her own woman, her own hero - despite sharing the same blood, they didn't share the same opinion nor ideals about humans. Thus, she was willing to fight and bring in her own biological father. Although, she had long made peace with her mother' father - and Waylon Jones had never been her father to begin with.

The bastard had been clever, Lizard had to admit to that - he immediately blinded both with some tear gas and flash-bangs. Then proceeded to knock out Champion first - him being the most obvious threat, had chained him to a tanker' anchor and dropped him to the bottom of the port. Needless to say - while she had been holding back before, NOBODY hurt her love and lived. Killer Croc soon was taught - that the one thing, they had in common was their bloodrage. In-general, Lizard had ALOT to be angry at that moment and focused on - more than Killer Croc had. He took way more damage, from the lithe and agile Lizard - then he could dish back at her.

'Come on, come on - love. Don't you dare float away on the currents on me. I'd never hear the end of it, from your parents. I am not dying a widow here. Understand?' thought Lizard to herself. Hoping that he might somehow had psychic powers and be able to contact her. Although, that might also be bad in the other way.

With those thoughts in her mind, she soon located Champion' unconscious form at the bottom of the sand-bed. The woman, swimming up to him - and quickly did the only thing she could think of to provide him with oxygen and try to get the water out of his lungs. Although, that resulted with Champion - waking-up and namely being lip-locked underwater with his girlfriend. Who was the literal breath in his body in this unique circumstance.

'Hope you like the taste of tuna and seawater,' she giggled against the Kiss of Life, soon helping him get the chain off his neck and helping to swim the back to the surface. They had a lot of damage to report on and some workers to rescue from a dusty-old warehouse.

Although, once they surfaced for air - they soon enough felt themselves being pulled away. Just as suddenly as it happened, they soon felt solid ground under them. As Lizard looked around and saw they were back at HQ.

"Okay...what was that?" she asked, soon spitting out the water that had been in her body, as she soon shook her head and hair. Something was strange - neither of them had hit the 'Recall' on them. So why where they back here so suddenly?

[User]
Being an alien with super hearing, Lara sure let a lot of people sneak up on her. Her eyes moved off the crushing image of a Humvee, parked upside down inside a diner, as she addressed the white mask of Kitsune.
"Oh hey, Kitsune. Well, just pondering what we could have done better. Trying to learn from it, I guess. I kinda believe the moment we stop improving, we all cease to be great. And we need to. We are the reason some people even get up in the morning. So … I ponder."

Kitsune glanced at the paper Supergirl was reading and sighed. She may not know Supergirl that much, but she kind of understood her personality even in their short time together as co-Leaguers. She also understood why the girl felt this way: being the only daughter of the Superman himself, it's only natural for her to step up and take the stand as Earth's next most powerful superhero.

She turned her whole attention to Supergirl. "You know, it's not bad to always think of ways on how you can improve as a hero to save everyone. I'm sure all of our predecessors did that too, including Superman", Kistune paused, thinking how she can properly say it to the heroine without trying to offend her. "Shikashinagara, the hard part about that is even if we are the most powerful being in the world, we can never save anyone all the time nor can we prevent any deaths that'll happen in the future. All I'm saying is, don't beat yourself up on thinking about being the perfect hero all the time. Think about your sake every once in a while.

"Besides, that is why you're in the Justice League", Naomi added as she waved at the others around her. "Even if you can't be anywhere at once to save lives then it just means one of us is already there doing the job. Don't stress yourself, Supergal, watashitachi wa anata no senaka o eta. We got your back", Naomi said while shouldering Supergirl teasingly.

"Maybe." Lara did a slow 360 of the room, loosened up just a tiny bit, then added: "Thanks."

[Assistant]
When people took a gander at the outside of the Metro Tower, home of the Justice League, in all of it's strikingly monolithic, shiningly futuristic architecture typical of Metropolis, most assumed it was... kinda boring inside. And to their credit, they were mostly right; designed to be practical, with fortified white and grey walls interrupted only by the occasional window, heavy steel door, a glowing monitor screen or in some cases, a potted plant placed by some absolute madman who clearly didn't get the memo about the mandatory monotony, the place, though absolutely bristling with the most advanced technology and some of the mightiest beings on the face of the planet could be mind-numbingly dull at times.

One of the few exceptions to this rule, was the Rec. Room. Where one could actually get a glimpse at what a bunch of heroes living under the same roof actually looked like, away from the media and left to their own devices.

For one thing, the hard, reinforced tiles of the tower floors were covered up by a plush black carpet and the walls actually had some paint on them- a healthy deep blue parted by a sci-fi-ish, thick horizontal black stripe running through the middle and decorated by hung pictures and posters of leaguers and memories both recent and distant, from the Founding Five and the JSA to a candid picture of that time Question and Scarab got hammered playing pool down in Mexico. A long shelf beneath the arranged pictures of the League's founders held a few momentos, more personal or amusing than actual victory trophies, including but not limited to Superman's old signed Babe Ruth baseball card, Jay Garrick's winged helmet and a small, hand-made stuffed Batman Bruce was handed two decades ago by a cheeky little girl in Bucharest.

From the door, a huge, semi-circular and otherworldly comfortable couch and a massive flat-screen took up most of the right half of the room, with the walk there occupied by billiard, foosball, table-hockey and air hockey tables and a jukebox, pinball machine, Donkey Kong arcade machine and a dartboard with a picture Booster's most recent ex taped to the centre (that he'd apparently missed with every dart) snugged up against the walls. To the left, there sat a large, round mahogany table and chairs, all littered with small carvings and grafitti from Leaguers past and present, and the kitchen, semi-seperated by wall broken by a doorless entryway and a bar-counter and currently containing The Champion, humming along to the tunes spilling forth from the jukebox while cooking up some grub for the League's usual weekend lunch.

In...
Justice League Unlimited Vol.II
Episode I: The Return of Solara

"C'mon Champy. It isn't nice to keep a girl waiting. When will the food be ready?" Duncan chuckled a bit at his girlfriend's hungry whining, though he still didn't turn away from the deep-fryers. "Can't I sneak away a few now? You know what happens when you don't feed an alligator. It comes biting at the first thing it sees."

Hearing her hop the counter and feeling her chin hovering just over his shoulder, The Lion of Nova Scotia took the opportunity to reach back and gently run his hand through her hair and pull her in for a quick for a quick little peck on the forehead before he set himself back to his task.

"Settle down, Jess, We're almost done." He explained as he reached forward and turned the fryers off, before raising and shaking out the racks and scooping a healthy helping of home-cut fries into a line of baskets lined with newspaper, repeating the process with the beer-battered fish immediately afterward and wedging a slice of lemon and a wee cup of tartar sauce securely into the corner of each basket where they could be used if needed "Good things come to those who wait, after all."

Truth be told, fish and chips wasn't exactly the fanciest meal on the planet. Certainly not something you'd think about serving to the Goddamn Justice League. But hell, it was easy- Especially when your dad is a Fisherman who routinely unloads a ridiculous amount of fresh fish on you every time his boat comes back to port and you have a cousin who farms potatoes.

It also gave him time to cook up some of his mother's recipe Oreo Cream Pie, which now sat cooling on the stove top, despite how often he'd had to smack J'onn with a ladle to keep it there.

"Alright ladies and gents, grubs up!" Duncan finally announced, placing the baskets down on the counter for the others to take, keeping one for himself and taking the pie with him to the table where he could keep an eye on it and ensure it was safe from the greedy green mitts of the Martian Manhunter "Just give it a bit ta cool down, it's still hot."

Reaching to the center of the table and opening up the hidden hatch concealing the mini-fridge built into it's centre column, the Champion fished himself out a bottle of coke and finally sat down in his usual spot, identified by where he'd left his coat hanging before he'd started cooking, calmly popping off the cap of his glass bottle of sugar, bad things and good feelings with his thumb as he did so.

"Let's eat."

[User]
"I can usually take down my dinner in half a second mind you that," replied Jess, still enjoying the slight rub against her hair. She did enjoy the rare moments of intimacy, especially with somebody of her condition that barely anybody wanted to even look at.

Nevertheless, she followed after the sweet scent of food, to the table. As Champion soon followed after her, with both a rather delicious looking pie and a bottle of coke. As she sat next to him, Jess could easily snatch the bottle for a moment for a quick sip - before returning it to him. "That think will rot your teeth."

While most would ignore the notion of letting it cool, Jess soon dug into the fried fish with her teeth - literally into the juicy, crunchy back of the thing - with her hands. That woman liked to go at her food, very directly. Unless it was something a bit more fancy, like lobster. Although even such a thing, wouldn't have much resistance against Jess' steel-crunching teeth. "Mmm. I love it. Canadians have very nice food indeed," she commented. As always the aquatic one, she loved fish and seafood in-general or anything edible. Although even un-edible things found their way into her mouth.

"So. What is the occasion?" she asked, gesturing with her nose and the pie. Like it was a prize to be won, seeing as how Manhunter had tried to get at it for several times. As thus, she deduced it must be something very good and yummy.


[System]
Military codename:
TBD

Gender:
Female

Age:
27

Appearance:
Rose has a small, meek frame. She would be unnoticeable if it wasn't for her cotton white hair, a genetic anomaly of her family. Her face is ghastly white, one might think she was sick if it wasn't for the soft, yet refined edges of her nearly always serious expression, tinged with a hint of gloom. She has an acute nose, with ivory lips an well kept brows. Her head is always adorned with a bonnet or hat in an attempt to hide her hair and face.

Resting upon her neck is a near permanent scarf, to hide the more permanent deformation; A jagged purple and black scar across her throat. Thick clothing drapes her silhouette of a body, and even with several layers of dress she is still paper thin. Gloves cover her hands in an attempt to hide her mangled fingers. Overall her appearance is quaint, the symbolism of her giving up her search for a suitor, leaving her as forgettable if it weren't for her unique figure and features.

Personality:

'......' : Rose

Rose is difficult to understand. Many find her intriguing from the heir of her family's history. Most find her eerie, bidding to keep their distance from the 'doll girl'. And more often than not she is found as annoying, leading to her being verbally bashed from her silence.

Overall Rose enjoy's acting as an observer, hoping to be forgotten until needed. She will stand idly by during instructions or a conversation, only being noticed when the group has disbanded, staring awkwardly into the mass of people. When it is time to communicate, she shyly uses one or two syllable mouth gestures, combined with minimal hand movements. This allows her to get her point across without too much social interaction.

Though meek, Rose has an explosive temper. While rarely angered, when teased about her lack of a love life (or any social life at all), or at the inclination of her failing at something, Rose become unstable, either breaking down if taunted by a group, or by an unstable, violent outburst (physically she is seldom successful, her bouts of power instability make her an environmental hazard).

Biography:
Growing up on a farm was tough, especially in a clan where she was expected to do great things. All of the females on Rose's mother's side of the family adorn a rare genetic defect; Nearly devoiding them of all physical pigment, but granting them the unique skill of amplified magic in the form of dimensional manipulation. This destined her mother, and her mother before her, et all to become great tools of the King. Saboteurs, assassins, the titles were as numerous as the lives saved by her ancestors service to the King. It was even rumored by her grandmother that once some members of her lineage had mastered their magic to the point that they could not only enter the void; they could exit at a different location and take others with them.

Most of what Rose knew from her family couldn't be discerned from truth or falsehood. What she was told was fleeting memories from her grandmother when she was a child. Other bits of information she grabbed from her family history book, stating her lineage had a great relation through 'serving the King' as 'special informants and loyalists'. The only direct line of information she received was from her mother, saying when she was 18, she would be sent off to a 'special school' that she may 'better serve her people'. All the stories ceased at the grim age of 14.

Out helping her father harvest the crops, Rose had a tragic accident with a combine. Leaving her a hideous scar across her throat, mangled hands and presumably mute, her life took a tragic turn for the worse. Though her hands mostly recovered, her mother refused to speak directly to her, calling her a 'disgrace', telling her that the only hope she'd ever have is to marry to a wealthy man. For the next 6 years, Rose did everything within her power to court a male, failing on every occasion.

By age 20 (the upper end of acceptable marriage age within her clan), she had given up hope, and had taken on the position of elder maid, caring for those who would soon come to pass in her family. For seven years she held this position until the burden became too much. One night during an argument with her irate mother, the pressure within Rose's mind began to build until something happened. Her expression went blank, and suddenly a rift appeared, engulfing a retaining wall near her home. Unknowing of this fact, her mother continued to berate her until the wall came unleashed through the rift, launching through one of the family barns, destroying the support pillars and killing the livestock inside.

Disgraced and cast out from her family, Rose wandered the neighboring villages, trying to figure out what had happened. Was this the power her grandmother had hinted at? Determined to find out more, she headed towards the signs for the King's Mecha Carta institute, eager to help refine her power and find a new calling in life.

Military Job:
Mage

Magic:
Flat-Space/3rd-Dimensional Pocketing Magic

In Rose's bloodline runs a unique form of magic, the key to her bloodline's success in the King's Royal Mage Corps before the advent of mechs. This form of magic allows for the storage and retrieval of objects from an undetermined dimension. Simple enough at first, this form of magic has several uses. It allows for stealthy entrances, removing a locked door from a path to slip into a corridor as guards pass by. For demolition based espionage through use of her magic beacons: Leaving a beacon at the bottom of support columns, then activating them when at a safe distance through psionic command. This devours the bottom of the pillars away from a structure, causing an instantaneous demolition.

But, her powers are not only that of a saboteur. Items stored in the mysterious dimension can be recalled at a moments notice. Large sections of support columns can be ushered back into the battlefield, providing cover for her squad mates or a large throwing projectile for allied mechs. Also, some weapons, armor and other aid supplies can be recalled from the void, provided much needed supplies in the heat of battle.

The key to the flat-space magic is the user's mind. Items, even if on a large scale, such as boulders, can be recalled and stored with ease. It is simple rock, with nothing of significant value to remember. Large or complex weapons, kits, or other items however are a problem to the untrained caster. Due to the fact the caster's subconscious has to remember and store the pattern and makeup from every gear, spring and bolt to pull the weapon back from the void as a functioning object. This makes storing of several complex weapons, or large items such as canons a tremendous mental task only capable of a seasoned caster. Overloading of the caster's subconscious can cause a rip in the dimensional containment, causing everything but the most basic of items such as steel and rock to be consumed and destroyed. Rarely, if a caster is put under extreme duress, a mental containment slip can occur, causing instantaneous displacement or placement of objects in the immediate vicinity, which can lead great danger in combat scenarios.

The magic is operated in two ways. For direct removals, somatic magic is used, 'bending' reality around the object, sucking it into the portal. This is mostly used for objects, but can be used on enemy combatants, but it is much more difficult on moving targets. Secondly, psionic triggers can be used to detonate the beacons she leaves to suck the targets into the warp. Extreme anger or fear can amplify her psionic abilities, and, though unstable, can directly absorb small grounds of enemies into the void. Organic beings brought into the void are destroyed and cannot return.

Spirit Name:
????
(Refereed as her 'Family Artifact')

Spirit Appearance:
Akin to a human heart, it is made from synthetic fibers and gears. Beats ever so softly when in use. When held, illegible whispers of unknown origins are heard in the back of the bearers mind. Most cannot stand to hold it for more than a few seconds, claiming the voices crawl through their minds as if they were real.

Spirit Power:
Allows for the possession of enemy combatants, human or daemonic. For a minimal sacrifice of Rose's health, the artifact is used to read the mind of nearby enemy combatants. For a larger wound toward's Rose's well being, the daemonic being or human can be controlled; aiding Rose in combat or leading her to a desired location. Her artifact cannot be activated by members outside of her family, but it is rumored that daemons may use it with no ill effect. The power of the artifact may only affect those with evil intentions; No good natured being or friend of Rose may be affected. Most sacrificial injuries are internal.

Spirit Origin:
Rose's grandmother never revealed to her where the artifact came from, nor what it's ultimate purpose was. Some of the rumors in her family book point to it being a daemonic artifact. Others point it to being a godly artifact, given to her family during ancient trials many years ago. Still rumors in the novel persist it is man made, a gift to her ancestors by a past king for use during their service.

Weapons:

Magic 'beacons' left for her subconscious to signal her magic to adsorb a given area. A small pebble engraved with runes.

A revolving crossbow of 12 shots. Auto-cocking and semi automatic, capable of rapid fire. Has drop-out cartridges for easy reloads. Ammunition is streamlined crossbow darts; fly fast, hit hard, designed to splinter upon impact for near instantaneous lethality. Low recoil, small design; bow arms can be folded inwards for stealthy concealment.

A stiletto knife kept in her boot. Quick, silent, tasteful.

Extra:
Well Natured
While directly shy towards groups, Rose can open up to individuals in need. Never finding a suitor to marry meant Rose became the primary caretaker of her family's elders, 'a shameful, but useful' position as viewed by her mother. Rose has a soft, delicate touch able to calm those under extreme duress. Growing up on a farm means that she can adapt even scavenged wild plants and meats into a dish worth dying for. Wile not capable of mending extreme injuries, ailments such as lacerations, fever, and allergic reactions can be treated easily by her as long as supplies are available. And, if you just need a shoulder to lean on, Rose would be happy to oblige; She promises she won't say a peep.

STEEL SALVATION

[User]
Chimere continued standing in the courtyard for some time after the largest swarm of trainees left. Her eyes glanced down to a small piece of paper in her hands. A pamphlet with a map. She stared at it for some time with her consternation shown mostly by a twitch of the upper lip.

Sometime later: Nope, that's the hospital. The fact that they have a mini-hospital on hand is... Huuuuuh.

Sometime later: Nope, that's a big open room with too many chairs.

Sometime later: Nope, that's a room of shelves and books. Quiet, but still a few people.

Sometime later: Nope, that's a restroom.

Sometime later: Nope, that's a big garage. Huh, busy. Avoid.

Chimere finally reached her intended destination. The dormitories. A deep breath was taken as she examined her room number, and attempted to locate it.

Sometime later: Nope, this is the guy's area.

Sometime later: Maybe? Nope.

And then, it was done, Chimere stood triumphant, comparing her ticket to the sign and feeling pretty good about herself. No one else is here yet. Guess it's just mine.

Huuh.

She sat down hesitantly on her bed. Her body suddenly overcorrected back up and forward, upon sinking down into it further than expected.

Slower.

Chimere slowly leaned into the bed this time, eyes on the alert, scouring the room. Then, leaning back, she rested on it, finalyl stopped scanning the room.

Weird. Squishy but bouncy. She blankly at what was above her, hands restlessly gripping the frame. Now what?

[Assistant]
"Calm down, Judgment. It was another patron." Jericho sounded like he was trying to repress a small laugh. "Yes, the problems you face inside a school library must be truly legion. Now quit being a baby and relax. You're making my arm uncomfortable. ...Well, that I won't even pretend is dignified enough to reply to."

Jericho walked out from the aisle he had been traversing with two books gripped in his right hand. He was clutching them with his fingers tenuously, as though he were scared of damaging them somehow, but after a second or two he raised his arm up and shifted his grip to better get a hold of both his tomes of interest. He spared an odd look at the vase on his way out, but walked over to a table and set both his books down nonetheless.

There was a flash of white in the corner of his vision. The right side. Bright white.

Unnatural.

"Don't be crude," he said calmly, still standing and turning to face the pale woman. She had pressed herself tightly against the end of the shelf, with ramrod posture and a stricken face. She was clearly uncomfortable with the thought of his approach, so he waved slightly with his uncovered hand and didn't take a step towards her. From his chosen table to her, there was a distance of ten, perhaps fifteen feet. Plenty of distance for both parties to stay aloof.

"Sorry to startle you. That must have been quite the catch."

[User]
He didn't see it, did he? While it was no secret the school of Mecha Carta was one of the newest, most forthcoming havens of magic in the kingdom, Rose tried her best to hide her powers. Even though exposing them for practice and class would be inevitable, she remained cautious. Everything her grandmother had told her was coming true; her powers were that of which no one outside of her bloodline possessed. While summoning fire was an every day occurrence for mages, she feared causing an item to instantaneously vanish from existence would be seen as demonic; especially for someone with a minimal understanding of magic such as a pilot.

Taking a deep breath, Rose's shawl moved ever so slightly from her slim chest. Cautiously, her thin frame pivoted to meet her greeter. The man towered over her by several inches, and and his stature was that of nearly twice her size. His athleticism gave him a refined, older look; though Rose could tell under the sharp lines of his jaw he was quiet young. H-He looks like he means business. The heavy fabric of her dress shifted as she took a step back; a silent transition as her well-worn leather soles drifted upon the granite. The fragile girl glanced over her shoulder to ensure her retreat was clear, wishing to avoid another mishap.

'(S-Sorry)' her lips enunciated. Raising a tender hand to her neck, Rose checked to ensure the scarf covering her ghastly scar was still in place. Her eyes darted back and forth, only daring to maintain eye contact for a moment. '(My n-name-)' she lipped, using her hands to draw a picture of a flower with magnificent petals before signaling to her wine colored bonnet; '(is Rose.)'

Her head craned, gazing to see if she could afford another step back, planing her escape. Her movement revealed a small portion of the dark, jagged valley across her soft neck. Circling towards the man, she mouthed timidly, '(I-I'll go...)'


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: Demon
Room Number: Room 134
Alignment: Neutral

Appearance: Kaito is one of the humanoid demons who resemble humans too much to even be mistaken for a demon if he doesn't use his powers. He stands at a height of 5'7" and weighs averagely for his height. He has white hair and blue eyes, which turn a bright red when he uses his power. He has an average body type, not too muscular but not too chubby either. He is often seen wearing a suit with a tailcoat, checkered slacks and black dress shoes. Underneath his coat is a white dress shirt and a necktie. On his hands are white dress gloves and atop his head is a tophat. He looks very formal most of the time thanks to his upbringing. Although when he does have a need to go casual, he's often seen in a shirt, cargo pants and rubber shoes. Over his shirt is a black jacket and he still has his dress gloves on. He always wears a golden pendant with rubies encrusted on it. Inside is a picture of him and his sister.

Personality: Kaito is generally a chill person. He is often perceived as lazy and unmotivated because he just loves lounging around. He can't keep up with energetic people and claims that the energy is being sapped out of him when people around him are too energetic. Although he can follow them if need be but you won't find him like that any time soon. He doesn't worry about things too much but he still does good in them. When someone approaches him, however, he greets them with a small smile and would entertain whatever they came for. He likes his responses short and straight to the point but there are times where he goes off in tangents. Because of his interest in the dead, he had taken up necromancy and summoning. Because the two is quite closely related, it shouldn't pose too much of a problem. Because he is brushing up on necromancy, he is often seen in places where there are dead people. So generally, the graveyard, catacombs and such when he's off school grounds. He can be seen walking around the more populated places but he spends a lot of time there. Many have been weirded out by this but soon came to accept his weird nature. He treasures his sister very much and appreciates having his pet around.

Bio: Kaito is born under a noble family with a twin sister resulting in a rich upbringing. He was taught a lot of things, most of them being etiquette and things you need to know when you're a noble demon family. It isn't too insufferable and he managed to survive through that. Because he is quite ominous and gives off an intimidating vibe, most demons tend to respect him as the son of the Baron. However, the same could not be said for his sister Ai. She received a lot of insults and just overall hate, saying that she isn't fit to be the daughter of such a famous demon. Considering that this was the demon world, it was normal. Neither his father nor his mother stepped up to stop the insults because they had to keep up appearances. At home, though, they treasure her as much as he does. Ai understands why they're doing it so accepts it. Kaito couldn't. He was the one who stepped up and stopped the people from ever spouting anything bad of Ai again. The insults stopped for a while but came back soon after since Ai still couldn't prove herself as a capable demon. He would often stand up for her but found out that she was still being bullies when she was alone. Life just can't be perfect huh?

Time passed and things went on as normal. Their family was a caring one and they lived pretty happily. One day, the King received reports of a creature attacking natives. Seeing this as a threat, the King ordered Rei to take care of it. Rei ordered his children to get rid of the monster as their first test. The two accepted happily. They travelled for quite a while and found the monster's den. It was a shapeshifter. After some time of fighting and talking, the twins emerged victorious. The shapeshifter was named Rav and became their pet.

Power 1: Necromancy
Power 2: Summoning

His physical prowess increases in this form essentially making him much more useful in combat. He can also fly in this form. No additional magic though. To be unlocked perhaps later on.

Likes: Communing with the dead, cloudy days, eerie places, cold weather, Ai, relaxing
Dislikes: Hot days, gravediggers, getting scolded, people who mock Ai

Family:

* Baron Rei Chigusa [Father] - Well-knwon in the demon world and influential. One of the king's trusted advisors. Smart and cunning, he has eyes and ears everywhere.
* Baroness Ivy Chigusa [Mother] - A demon from the middle classes. She doesn't hold much power to her name alone. She has a sharp tongue and can hold an argument and win, even against the king should the time come.
* Ai Chigusa [Twin Sister] - A shy demon who sticks by her brother most of the time. Often perceived as weak and incompetent (both because of her nature and her small stature), she has become a laughing stock in the demon world. Unbeknown to others, however, her skill in magic is rivaled by none in her age.

Friends: [TBA]
Sentimental Attachment: Pendant - a present from his sister whom he treasures very much

Weapon: He specializes in summoning and necromancy so he rarely carries any weaponry with him. He does have a short sword kept in his person when he goes out.

Other: Kaito, being the son of a high-ranking demon, has been building up his mental fortitude making it hard for his mind to be controlled. He is also resistant to fire.

If anyone is thinking of wanting to play Ai, you're more than welcome. If there's none, then that's fine as well.

Pet Name: Rav
Pet Age: 21 yrs. old
Pet Gender: Male
Pet Species: Shapeshifter [animals only and retains original color scheme]

Pet Personality: Rav is often silent and being around him gives people a feeling of dread. He is loyal to Kaito and Ai. He is a cunning and smart animal who picked up the human language and is able to speak it when he chooses to. Originally, Rav is a feared animal but was put down by Kaito and Ai when they were kids. Now, he serves them loyally. What makes him feared was because of his ability to stalk people and swiftly strike them down. He usually sticks with Kaito, coiled on Kaito's right arm and would often poke his head out of the sleeve. He prefers the snake form but can be seen in other forms. No one besides Kaito and Ai know his true form.

Pet Power 1: Shapeshifting

[User]
Fuchs watched as more students began to show up and now he had even more people to observe. There was a werewolf who said hello to everyone with a friendly smile and Fuchs waved back in a simple manner. He understood the meaning of a hand wave, but it was a rather curious gesture that humans used for greeting when compared to other animals. Before Fuchs could respond to Wolf's greeting, the excitable werewolf walked over to one of the students to talk. The animatronic then went back to observing the other students.

In an interesting turn of events, another fox-like creature appeared and looked towards him. The creature flew towards him and came to a halt in front him. Fuchs noticed the weird look on her face and he got the idea that his appearance must be weird to this organic creature. The creature's facial expression then changed to a smile and she introduced herself as Foxy and asked for his name.

"Greetings. My name is Fuchs" he said focusing on her with his creepy-looking yellow mechanical eyes. He gave his version of a smile, which was showing his sharp steel fang with his mouth opened in a partial smile. Being a animatronic golem made it rather hard for him to pull of human facial expressions and therefor was limited in mimicking them. Then out of nowhere a massive group of camels following what looked like some member of nobility and his bodyguards. The spectacle was quite a sight to behold and the information that he took in was big.

"It appears that a student who is high in the social classes has come to attend this school like the rest of us. It seems that this academy reaches out to many from all backgrounds" Fuchs said to Foxy. Then another stupid started to threaten the newcomer and even though he wasn't fully versed in human culture, Fuchs knew that it was not good for someone to be threatening another's life in such a manner, that's what his creator had told him.

Fuchs kept his eyes on Alex and he had his hook at the ready in case things got violent. His creator had taught him how to fight and his supernatural stealth made it so he could move from one place to the next in human ways that was confusing to humans.

[Assistant]
Meruin Hazy

---

"Thank you for your time, Master Reina, Mistress Chyse."

A trio of females were gathered in front of a massive tree. Said tree also seemed to double as a home, with windows peeking inside, showing a living room and several floors worth of living space.

Chyse, the golden haired Empress of Destruction, laughed in her characteristic manner, as she patted Meruin on the shoulder. "You'll do fine kid. Yer a prodigy if I ever saw one."

"Yes, I'm not sending you to the Academy to learn more about magic," said Reina, the tallest among them. She was nearly seven feet in height, and her enchanting silver hair was even longer, trailing down and flowing over the ground. The woman with the moniker "Witch of Creation" smiled at her protege, brushing her hair with her hand tenderly. "But you've been too cut away from society. Magic is the study of finding the root of all knowledge, but you cannot do so if you cannot even recognize the branches."

Meruin nodded. There was nothing more she could say; she was in complete agreement with her Master. Learning magic these past years was the highlight of her short life, but her progress would wither if she tried to cut herself off from the outside world entirely. So Reina had sent her request to the school in order to be enrolled; a few days ago, a letter that notified them of her acceptance had arrived, signalling the end of her stay here after ten years.

Since then, she had been packing her necessary things for her stay there. Mostly her books. In fact, it was practically all books.

"Come then, your new home awaits," said Reina, flicking her hair as she spread her arms wide, and clapped them together.

In front of them, a tear in reality shone brightly, reflecting every color in a brilliant, incandescent, kaleidoscope. Reina nodded and Chyse gave Meruin a little push. The girl slipped through the tear, and in flash of light, disappeared.

"Good luck to you, my apprentice."

Inside the Grand Hall, a blinding flash of light enveloped its walls, and died down just as suddenly as it arrived. In place of the light stood Meruin, one knee to the ground and her eyes gently shut.

She stood up slowly, regaining her bearings, and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes, her dull grey-green orbs flashed bright emerald for a moment, before subsiding back to their regular appearance.

[User]
Kaito adjusted his bag as he looked around. There were only two other people around. Guess others went to the meeting place. Then that means they were the only ones who can fly or get here without relying on the headmaster? Hm, interesting. A girl approached him, a blue haired one. She asked who he was.

Before he could respond, however, she stopped him and pulled something out of him. A bluish aura was taken out of him. He didn't speak and it was pushed back. He looked back at the woman.

"Miarikia. I've heard of you. A pleasure." Kaito said, offering the same small smile she was giving him.

His eyes then trailed to the small demon who had appeared. "Fastest? Perhaps you should compete with our family's pet. He claims that he's the fastest." He joked.

He then extended his right arm and Rav exited and then draped himself on his shoulders. Rav's head went from Miarikia and Flash. "Rav. My name's Rav." That was the only thing he said before going dormant again.

"So, a demon witch hm?" His lips curled into a bigger smile. "I think we will be good friends." A demon witch and he majors in necromancy and summoning. It would be a nice combination.


[System]
정체성:
(검은하양)은 (의지력 강한) (나노)이며 (기적을 일으킨다)

성별:
여

나이:
???

특성치 역량:
1. 힘 역량 (7/7) 힘 재능 (0)
2. 속력 역량 (9/9) 속력 재능 (0)
3. 지성 역량 (17/22) 지성 재능 (1)

분발:
한 행동당 1번

사이퍼 휴대제한:
3개

기능:
1. 정신적 효과 저항(익숙)
2. 엄청난 집중력이 필요한 일(익숙)

무능:
1. 퍼즐, 문제풀기, 사실암기, 학식을 다루는 모든 일, 난이도 1단계 증가.

특수능력:
1. 소형무기 숙련-소형무기 패널티 없음. 중형무기 난이도 1단계 상승. 대형무기 난이도 2단계 상승.
2. 누메네라 익숙-누메네라에 익숙하며 그 성질을 이해하고 판별 가능.
3. 검사(지성2)-가로/세로/높이 3m의 정육면체 영역과 그 내의 모든 물체, 생물 검사. 레벨 및 정보.
4. 쇄도(지성1)-단거리. 신체에 4점 피해. 지성엔 2점 피해(지성공격 땐 장갑 무시)
5. 치유의 손(지성1)- 난이도2. 지성판정. 대상의 특성치 역량 하나를 1d6점 회복. 같은 대상을 연속으로 치료할 때마다 난이도는 한 단계씩 높아짐. 대상이 10시간 휴식하고 나면 난이도는 다시 2로 떨어짐. 행동.

장비 및 소지품:
1. 표창발사기(소형무기), 표창12발.
2. 누메네라에 관한 책

돈(쉰)
4쉰

장갑:
0

공격:
1. 쇄도(지성1)-단거리. 신체에 4점 피해. 지성엔 2점 피해(지성공격 땐 장갑 무시)
2. 표창발사기(소형무기)-공격 난이도 1단계 하락. 피해:2

사이퍼:
1. 기이한 장치 형태의 정지장 방출기(Lv7)-단거리 내의 대상에게 에너지 발사. 4점의 방사능 피해를 주고, 대상의 레벨이 7레벨 이하일 경우 1라운드 동안 움직이지 못하게 만듦.

2. 몸에 붙이는 수정 형태의 역장 수정(Lv3)-사용하면 향후 28시간 동안, 사용자에게 장갑+2

3. 바늘 형태의 정신 제어기(Lv8):
바늘에 찔린 상대에게 10분간 무엇이든 명령할 수 있습니다.
유기 생물체에게만 유효합니다.
상대는 힘 방어로 극복할 수 있습니다.

아티팩트와 신기품:
1. 신기품-착용하면 노폐물에 더럽혀지지 않지만 가끔 몸이 달아오르고 이상한 신음이 나오게 만드는 속옷

출신배경:
검은하양의 어머니는 돌아가시기 전에 강력한 나노였고, 근처 사람들을 많이 도와주었다. 덕분에 주민들은 검은하양을 잘 대해주지만, 그만큼 기대하는 것도 많다.
검은하양은 득이 안 되는 일이지만 바르시온과 에인델의 안전을 걱정하여 참가했다.
검은하양과 함께 다니는 이들은 그녀를 초자연적인 존재라고 의심하곤 한다. 검은하양은 그런 의심을 눈치 채더라도 모르는 체 한다.

등급:
1등급 나노

경험치:
0

부상트랙:
건강(ㅇ) / 중상(x) / 치명상(x)

회복판정:
1d6+1

현재 회복 필요 시간:
행동 하나(ㅇ) / 10분(x) / 1시간(x) / 10시간(x)

[User]
바르시온이 바닥판을 들어올리자 아래로 내려갈 수 있는 길이 나타났다.
길 너머에도 어둠이 스멀거리는 것은 마찬가지였다.

검은하양이 나섰다. "바르시온 님. 혹시 위험하지 않나 제가 또 살펴볼게요."
소녀는 검사 에소테리를 발동했다.

(검은하양의 지성 역량은 17/22가 되었습니다.)

검사 에소테리로 살펴본 결과, 최소한 입구에선 특별한 장치가 아무 것도 발견되지 않았다.
눈에 보이는 대로, 저 너머로 이어지는 통로일 뿐이었다.

검은하양이 바르시온과 에인델에게 조심스레 말했다. "아무래도...함정은 없는 것 같은데요? 최소한 입구 쪽에서는요."

(이제 일행은 어떻게 하나요?)

[Assistant]
"내 뒤로, 천천히 따라와."

바르시온을 선두로. 일행은 천천히 통로를 조심스레 걸어나가기 시작했습니다.

[User]
일행은 바르시온, 에인델, 검은하양 순으로 아래로 이어지는 길을 내려갔다.
철컥! 그들의 머리 위에서 바닥 판이 다시 닫히는 소리가 났다.
검은하양이 어깨를 움츠렸다. "깜짝이야..."

한 사람이 겨우 지나갈 수 있는 좁은 통로였다.
일행은 신경을 집중하며 조심스레 나아갔다.

통로는 상대적으로 깨끗했다. 거미줄도 없는 것으로 보아 최근까지 뭔가가 이 통로를 통해 들락거렸던 것 같았다.
그것이 실종된 여자들인지, 아니면...다른 어떤 존재들인지 그것은 확신할 수 없었다.

검은하양이 중얼거렸다. "어쩌면 시바르란 청년과 여동생들도 여길 이용해서 진입했었을지 모르겠어요.
미리 좀 알려줬으면 좋았을걸요. 하긴, 반쯤 넋이 빠져 있어서 그럴 상태가 아니긴 했죠..."

통로의 경사가 점차 높아졌다.
일행은 통로 끝에 다다랐다. 출입문이 끝에 있었다. 문은 옆으로 밀어서 여는 방식 같았다.

팟!

그 순간이었다.
바르시온 일행의 주변을 밝히던 하급 발광구의 빛이 꺼졌다.
수명이 다한 발광구는 맥없이 떨어지더니 산산조각으로 깨져 흩어졌다.

시각은 오후 3시 40분경.
새카만 어둠이 일행의 시야를 장악했다.

(장비-하급 발광구의 수명이 다 됐습니다. 에인델의 시트에서 해당 장비를 지워주세요.
이제 일행은 어떻게 하나요?)


[System]
"Crimson red spill on the ground - adding only to the many marks already on the battlefield."

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Gender: Female

Race: Half-human/Half-Woof Elf

Age: 29

Personality: - Will leave blank for now -

Backstory: Let's start with her parents first. Her mother, Wynona Alvrest, was part of the small group of surviving Wood Elves. While travelling, they were attacked by the Scorched. The tribe fought back, but Wynona was separated after being chased by a Scorch. She relentlessly fought them off but became gravely injured after one of the Scorched had raised its claws and raked it against her body. Being part of one of the less durable races, she nearly collapsed. It was over for her, and she knew it. She collapsed near a tree and then started heaving, looking at her assailant - giving it her most hateful glare as one final act of defiance.

Then a band of guards found her and the Scorched and they quickly attacked, making it stumble backward and away from Wynona. They relentlessly attacked it until it died. They then turned their attention to the dying elf. They quickly patched her up and carried her back to the small village called Galrick near Northgate. The healer who was assigned to her was Earnest Ronswald - a male human who showed great promise in the arts of healing magic.

The Ronswald family quickly warmed up to the Wood Elf, and soon, the whole village did. She lived with the Ronswald family. Wynona knew that she couldn't go back to her tribe yet, not with her injury that would act up every now and then. In the meantime, she and Ernest began forging a friendship. She would often help out with training guards in archery and sometimes even helping with the hunts; even with her injury, she was a good hunter. She became a great addition to Galrick village. A lot of people were interested about her ancestry, considering that they believed the Wood Elves had died out so she would often spend times telling stories of her race and the likes.

As months turned to years, Wynona found herself too attached to leave and find her tribe so she decided to stay. It wasn't soon after she made the decision until Ernest asked her for her hand in marriage and she gladly agreed. The village rejoiced at their newest union - one between a human and a wood elf. It wasn't soon until Elaine was born. The girl had pointed ears, her mother's brown hair and her father's grey eyes. Elaine grew up and showed promise with the healing magic her father wielded. At the young age of eight, she was taken to IAM. Her parents didn't want for her to leave but she had to. She was one of the youngest students there. Of course, it was understandable that in her first year, she was scared and didn't know how to control her powers. But as the months and years passed by, she grew up to learn how to use her magic. She, along with the other students, were told that they had the choice whether to head back home or join the military once they spent ten years at school. Elaine chose to go home.

She lost her whole childhood to training for her magic and she doesn't really remember anyone's faces anymore. She doesn't remember the warm embrace of a mother or a father patting her head to tell her good job. So when she came back home and was immediately greeted by both - she was overwhelmed. Needless to say, she was overjoyed. Since her childhood had been taken by the IAM, they tried to do their best to make it up to her. She began training with her mother to hone her archery skills more, finding it very comfortable in her grip and Wynona gladly took over her training.

At the age of 19, only a year after she came back from IAM, her father was dispatched along with a group of guards to investigate suspicious occurrences in the forest. They never came back. Another group was dispatched, along with Elaine, to find the missing group. They came upon the bloody mess where all of them laid, including her father. Emotional scar? Check. They came back to the village, sad and disgusted but this was a normal occurrence for the other guards but Elaine was in shock. She got over it after a year or two. Now, she is part of the guard and her training still continues, both in magic and in archery.

Magical abilities:
* Healing Magic - This was what was given to her when she was born, one she has inherited from her father. She finds it extremely extraneous to heal fatal wounds (internal wounds included). Using healing magic is tiring so she had learned how to dress wounds and the likes.

Combat abilities:
* Bow Mastery - Much like her elven ancestors, she had gotten around using the bow and has shown great mastery over it.
* Marksmanship - Elaine, to go with her mastery over the bow, is quite good at seeing where a moving object would go, making her shots all the more accurate. This also applies when she's throwing things. Of course, it won't always hit and she absolutely hates unpredictable movements.
* Acrobatics - She is nimble on her feet, much like her elven ancestors, and has been training in the forest for many years under the supervision of her mother. She has learned a lot from her.
* Sneak - Of course, since Wood Elves were known to vanish in the trees, she had practiced with this too. She wasn't doing it as expertly as her mother, but she was good enough.

Motive: Revenge - her father died because of these creatures, she doesn't want anyone to go through that.

[User]
Elendi eyed the newcomers with a great amount of suspicion, each one could be a hidden assassin sent to kill his Emperor but, Elendi knew better then that. Still, he would keep a close watch on the pirate. If the Scorn hadn't became such a grave threat, then the Templar's would have came for her eventually. It was only a matter of time. Yet, Janus had decided to extend a personal invitation to her which baffled him. Why exactly would you need a pirate lord for a mission overland. Perhaps the Emperor had an ulterior motive after all, such as it was with negotiations and politics.

Elendi wasn't familiar with a lot of the others that had arrived. He took the last man to be the Paladin of Sol, but other then that, he knew him only be reputation. The orcish general was from a forgotten time, and almost out of place. Why exactly would he get an invitation? Then there was the high elf within the room. He looked a bit off as well, but then again, weren't all High Elves a bit odd? Finally there was the girl, couldn't be older then her twenties and Elendi again wondered why she was was here. Perhaps the Emperor would explain... perhaps not.

Janus rose, so did Elendi and the man addressed the newcomers with a smile.

"I welcome you all and thank-you for coming. Please sit, we have much to discuss."

Janus then sat back down, and on Que servants began to arrive bearing snacks befit royalty, and delightful red wine. Elendi sat down, and took a cup for himself, sipping it timidly. Once everyone was settled in, Janus spoke again cup in hand.

"Before I get to your questions, I shall say a few words." He took a drink, "As you all know, the Scorned have broken through the Westgate, breaking the Sol Protectorate and leaving a sizable gap in our defenses. The Luna Protectorate has been sent forth to hold their advance for as long as they can but I fear it will not be enough. With the Viridi Protectorate helping the Semper Fae, and all other legions holding their own territories, we only have a month before they arrive at Dramon." He took another sip, letting the information sink in.

"If Dramon falls, everything else will as well. Not right away mind you, but the end of civilization will arrive shortly after. Now, I gathered you all here for a task, one that I do not ask lightly. In some way, shape or form, you have distinguished yourselves from the common rabble of the Empire. I need adventurers, heroes and even villains," He glanced at Veronica, "If we hope to triumph."

"The world is ending, but we can stop it before it's too late. I ask thee, no. I beg you, journey to the Ebony Mountain, kill the heart of this damnable Scorned, and bring peace to Eon." He took another sip of his wine, then held it out for a refill.

"It will not be an easy task, probably even suicidal, but if there is even the slimmest of chances of success then why not try it? If we fail, then no one will remember us anyway."

"You may walk out now and I will bare no ill will towards you. Or, you may accept this proposal and learn what comes next."

"So, any questions?" Janus finished.

@PsychoNeurosis@Lord Orgasmo@Polaris North@Valor

[Assistant]
Veronica gave a smirk at the obvious discomfort that Elendi broadcast. It was true that she was wanted ten times over in most human holds, but with desperation had come tough choices. As Janus spoke, Veronica thought about what she would ask for. Helping the empire in their time of need would quell Veronica's guilt about profiting from the situation, but that would be a moot point if all that waited for her was a sturdy set of gallows. When Janus asked after questions, Veronica raised a hand and spoke. "Will those of us with more profane histories be offered a chance of freedom when this all finishes? Assuming that we do not all perish in the attempt it would feel like a rather deep betrayal if all that awaited myself, my ship, and my crew was the executioner after lending a hand to see the sun dawn upon the works of man once more, aye?"

Veronica crossed her arms as she finished speaking. She knew that asking for a pardon for her history was a fairly risky move, but Veronica was well known among her crew for placing their well-being above a lot of things, even profit. So it wasn't far out of Veronica's character to already be trying to secure their future for such a risky task. Though this now lay with Janus to decide. Veronica would probably still help regardless, but her help would probably come in more indirect services. Still, nothing to be done by Veronica at this point.

Elsewhere, on the ship, Jess directed the crew to restock on what they could. Barrels of food, barrels of black powder, cannonballs, weapons, drink, rope, clothes and cloth, everything. If the human world was ending then Jess knew Veronica would want them to be well prepared ahead of time. The crew that weren't loading the ship were busy with reinforcements and repairs. The Dauntless could take a beating already, but it was best to make sure that she was well prepared to take such an assault. These weren't going to be humans they were fighting, and it was best to make sure that even the most minor of problems was corrected.

Jess scribbled furiously onto parchment as supplies were bought. She crunched the numbers for the amount of gold they were spending and made sure to keep plenty of money in reserve for later supplies. The crew drove hard bargains to get the supplies cheaply, which helped to offset the cost. Veronica would be pleased, though the amount of joy this would bring depended on what Janus said.

Veronica helped herself to some of the snack and food brought out, since it was rare that she got to eat food that wasn't seaworthy and able to be kept for long periods of time. It was best to exploit her position while she could until Janus made his choice. Hopefully he made the wise one, though Veronica wasn't going to hold her breath.

[User]
The half-blood sat down and then listened carefully to what the Emperor was saying, not even minding the questioning gaze the armored man gave towards the whole group. They seemed to be of differing social classes and even one of them was a pirate - Veronica Freyjal was it? She only noticed that when the pirate had spoken up after the Emperor was done talking. She had heard about this certain pirate from some merchants, but only in passing. She sounded like a legend on the seas, to be honest, but she sees now that she was true. Elaine didn't mind though. The fact that Veronica was here meant that she wanted to help. Whether it was for fame, for more money or for, as she said, pardon, it was all the same. She was here to help.

In under a month, Dramon will fall, he claimed. Elaine cast her eyes downwards, taking an interest on the food that was presented to them. Though she didn't seem to be too interested in eating any of them, her appetite was at an all time low. Dramon will fall. Those words were something she had dreaded to hear; even if, deep inside, she knew that was going to happen sooner or later. The image of the village burning with everyone's body strewn on the ground and blood everywhere flashed before her eyes. She blinked, and she was back at the meeting table. Death was something that does not shake her anymore, but she was determined to not let that happen to her village or anywhere else.

Though, Elaine must note, their task was just a little too close to the realm of impossibility. If the Sol Protectorate was obliterated back at Westgate, then how did they expect a group of six people to go up against the breeding place of the Scorned where there is, undoubtedly, thousands of those monsters? But they must have a plan for this. She took a sip of the liquid that had been placed in front of her as she continued to think. No, she wasn't thinking about whether or not she would join - she definitely would join - but she was thinking of what to ask the Emperor.

She leveled her eyes to the Emperor. "If I may ask, do you have a plan in mind Emperor Janus? Or perhaps any information that would put us at a great advantage against the Scorned?" Finally, she vocalized her question. Should she find out that they had no plan or information, she would know that they would have a much harder time in doing this. This would also be fine with her. Elaine thought that she could trust these people to know more than her about what was happening. The only thing she knew about the Scorned was that they came from Ebony Mountain, they could be killed and they killed without remorse.


[System]
Ark

"Don't make me chase you."
Gender:
Male.

Age:
30.

Race:
Android.

Faction:
PPDC.

Personality:
Extremely friendly. Although, he can be very defensive, almost scary. He enjoys the action in fighting those damned monsters. Seeing them as no more than pests that need exterminating.

History:
Toby always wanted to fight. He loved the adrenaline that shot through him in those heated moment. He fought all throughout his childhood and even into his college years, 2024-2029. Then he heard about the Jaeger units that fought the Kaiju, and from that point he was determined to get to do it. So he enrolled, and worked as hard as he could to make it, and after enough work and time, in the year 2030, he made it. Then Ark was made...

Powers/Abilities:
In his regular suit:

* He can use the prongs on his arms as batons. Able to swing and spin them with alarming speed, he can even heat them to become able to cut and melt through most materials and metals.
* His suit is agile and surprisingly flexible, but don't underestimate his strength, he has quite the arm.

Now, for Ark.

* He stands at 48 meters, and can move.
* The armaments on his shoulders act as nail guns, able to pierce through, or pin down pretty much anything.
* Once this has happened, He uses his lengthy body and nitrogen tanks on his arms to either put the Kaiju in question into submission, or he can kill is by stretching it's body, suffocating it, or breaking it.

Other:
He doesn't really have a defining song. Just imagine the heaviest metal music that you can.

[User]
"THE MONSTERVERSE"

Chapter 0: - Prologue

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The KGDF Headquarters: - TOKYO, JAPAN

The stern face of Commander Akane Yashiro glares motionlessly outside her large office room window as she oversees the glaring sun slowly raising above the cityscape. The clock above the entrance door shows that it is currently 6:30 in the morning, but it meant little to the cyborg for she had been up an hour earlier. She's always been the early bird in these situations, perhaps having assumed the title of commander does Yashiro does she feel like she must get up this early. Who knows if they could be hit with another alarm that recognizes the threat of an incoming kaiju somewhere in the world. And once it does, everyone will have to assemble quickly and fight the incoming invaders...

But this entire week summoned no attacks at all.

As Yashiro continues contemplating on a reason why, she can hear the commotion of KGDF forces murmuring behind her in the following corridors. The other staff members are just beginning to wake up and do their regular business. Some of the staff are on 'night duty', but they must've left at 5:45 because by the time Yashiro bothered to hear her surroundings since she woke up... she heard nothing at all. Even now does it still continues to issue an eerie silence to this whole event, minus the people walking about There were no alarms, no panicked shocks, no gasps... Everything seemed calm and in order, just the way Yashiro likes it.

Of course, she wasn't entirely relieved at this result.

The last kaiju attack was directly one week ago at the city of Dhaka, Bangladesh, by a monster mutant known as Eleking. She popped out of the ocean and began wrecking havoc on the city for some time before the KGDF sent out the newly-created Gipsy Avenger, sequel to Gipsy Danger, as a test run. The sequel android was ultimately a success and she has been placed in a rookie squad to get herself started by training for the eventual missions at hand. But ever since then, there had been no reported kaiju attacks for the entire week...

But of course, there's also a jinx to it.

Suddenly, the alarms go off and a heaving blaring can be heard from across the entire facility. Akane's cold face quickly morphs into a face of surprise as she walks briskly out of the door and to the command center. Her metal clanking can be heard for several meters as she marches towards her next position. Once she arrives, the doors quickly open automatically as the commander enters the room.

"Status report." she commands coldly without emotion as she looks down at the two main personnel that were accessing the situation.

The female operator looks up in a horrified face on pure terror.

"We got kaiju contact..." she replies trying to be calm as possible. She pauses as she looks back at the monitor to reveal multiple red dots around the globe. "At multiple places simultaneously!"

Akane looks on as she inspects the areas of contact.

There are three places around the world where kaiju activity are taking place...

- Osaka, Japan
- Los Angeles, California
- Casablanca, Morocco

"Are you able to identify them?" Akane asks again.

The operator simply shook her head.

"Our main satellite is still under repairs." she replies with a distraught sigh, "We have NO idea what we should be expecting."

"Prepare the units." the commander orders strictly as she begins to leave the room...

"They're back."

[Assistant]
Jackie had been sitting in her room, reading, of all things, a romance novel. She didn't need to sleep, and she'd found the human ideas of love fascinating. Arranged marriages were the norm where she was from, so it was interesting to see a different view of things. Then the alarms blared. Joy.

She put her illusion on- granted, virtually everyone knew what she really was anyway, but it was polite not to freak them out- and headed down towards the briefing room. Hopefully, this would be a good hunt. It had been too damn long since she'd gotten to do field work.

[User]
Desary stretched languidly as she reconstituted herself. Long distance swims were always a bore, and crossing the ocean even more so. Still her Micro form had once again proven to be invaluable in slipping past the various checkpoint and border patrols that would cause an unending flood of troubles for her. Especially after the city she had ruined over in Brazil, it was nowhere of importance, but the KGDF had responded with greater alacrity than normal.

'Either they are becoming more competent or I am starting to become predictable' she mused as she stalked to the edge of the alleyway she had formed in, and couldn't help the small smile that graced her features as she looked out at the busy street.

It had been a few years since Dez had been back to Japan. It was where she was born, in a sense, and she always loved it when she able to stay. Granted a fair amount of that had to do with the fact that Godzilla was frequently found roaming these lands, but a part of it was honest nostalgia for her home territory.

Taking care that her 'apparel' was a touch more modest than usual, a simple endeavor considering her clothes were made up of more of her, but was completely uncaring that her heritage was on full display with her tail swishing behind her and the blatant of the horn atop her head. She ventured forth headed deeper in to the depths of Osaka intent of enjoying the flavors of her home territory once again.

A few hours later and the Kaiju was starting to grow bored. She had enjoyed the various leers and stares that she always garnered. From the women it was always jealousy or contempt; occasionally she would detect lust from them but rarely was it obvious. The same could not be said of the men, whom almost always would leer at her as she would strut by. Some would whistle, most would stare, and occasionally one would be brave enough to try and coerce her in to spending a night with them.

Inevitably all of them would taken aback by fear as they noticed her tail was not a prop. This suited Desary just fine as she knew form past encounters that humans were simply too fragile for her to get any satisfaction from them. Unless, of course, she was seeking to inflict pain, then their fragility made them all the more enjoyable to play with. Now however she was attempting to find something interesting to distract her.

And before she could drum up something to do, a shrill sound split the air as alarms started going off. Slowly a blood thirsty grin started to form on her face as she realized that they were Kaiju alarms 'Seems someone has graciously volunteered to help me with my boredom' she thought merrily as she started to skip in the direction that the warnings were blaring people away form.

[Assistant]
Numbani airport - early evening

Upon the recently repaired tarmac of the African city of Numbani's main airport quite the crowd has gathered, centered around a soon to depart KGDF cargo transport plane and the small group of scientists and military personnel preparing to board it. The main focus of the various local reporters and paparazzi, who had been allowed a brief opportunity to ask questions and take photographs before the group went of to japan, was on the Month old android Orisa and her 11 year old creator Efi Oladele who they were bombarding with questions.

"...looking forwards to learning from experienced units like Gipsy Danger..."

"...all thanks to our wonderful university's..."

At the back of the congregation Asmaa Kattan, the highest ranking of the military personnel present received a high priority phone call from KGDF headquarters and, after a short conversation, approached the android and her inventor. Efi noticed her approached and turned from the journalists to ask

"Are we ready to get going Miss Kattan?"

"Change of plans. Private Orisa, walk with me."

I.. Yes. At once mam!"

The centaur android turned from the now unruly press who were desperate to know what was going on, and the two walked towards the aircraft, only to be joined by Efi.

"I don't remember asking for you to join us Efi, go and rejoin your colleagues."

 "Where Orisa goes, I go."

"I will not be the one to take a child into a war zone. Go back."

"A war zone? Whatever is going on?"

Kattan sighed and turned to face the young pair, rather exasperated. She was in the military, she should not be having to deal with children.

"The KGDF just got word of 3 separate simultaneous kaiju attacks, one of which is currently hitting Casablanca: the capital city of Morocco. As you are the closest available unit it has been decided you will be engaging the threat. We are to leave immediately."

 "Then I have to come, I'm the only one who knows how Orisa works and it's her first mission! What if something goes wrong? I should be there, supporting her!"

"I will not budge on this issue, and every second we waste on it puts more lives in danger. Go back. That is an order!"

"I. But."

"I'll be fine Efi and you can still keep an eye on me remotely. Right?"

Kattan nodded and, after a few moments of deliberation, Efi slumped, accepting her predicament but still clearly upset at the limitations remote communication would bring. Seeing this, Orisa gave her creator a quick hug.

"Come home safe so we can both go to Japan together. Promise."

"I promise. See you soon."

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Approaching Casablanca - Morocco, early evening

Inside the rear end of the transport plane a visibly nervosa Orisa stood before a currently closed exit ramp. The android was running a few last minute pre transformation diagnostics, as much to calm her nerves as to make sure she was ready, when Kattan's voice came over the intercom.

"We're approaching the dropsite. We still don't have an orbital visual of the target, so your primary goal is to get us a clear picture of the kaiju. Once we have that you'll engage or pull back on my order, understood?"

"Understood mam."

"Good. we're opening the door now. Prepare to jump"

At this, the large bay doors at the back of the plane began to open slowly, the ramp lowering and exposing the city of Mohammedia, a port city just east of Casablanca, below. The lights of the city came into focus as the plane descended and slowed in preparation for android deployment.

"Drop in, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go go go!"

At that command Orisa galloped down the exit ramp and leaped out of the aircraft, the freezing wind blowing through her dark curly hair for just a moment before she activates her size changer. At this android massively expands in size while in mid air and, while her lower half remains roughly the same in appearance, her upper half becomes covered in metal armor, her horns expand massively in length, a plasma cannon forms in the place of her right hand and her face is covered by a golden tinted mask. The now 70M tall orisa activates her Fortify ability, a golden aura shimmering across her entire body, which braces her for the impact with the water seconds later. She grinds to a halt, canceling the momentum she had inherited from the plane, and then turn quickly to face the city of Casablanca.

"This is Orisa. landing successful. I am ready to initiate combat operations."

"Confirmed. Proceed as planned."

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From her hiding place among the cargo in the plane, Efi watches this all through Orisa's eyes on her laptop. She opens a chat window alongside all of the various diagnostic info she has onscreen and types Good Luck

Down below Orisas eyes briefly make a ^_^ expression before she begins her steady advance along the coast line towards the beleaguered city.

[User]
Ark sat in his resting state, restarting some processes, then he received the message, and quick-started all of his processes and began to walk towards the active departure area, running diagnostics on his systems, all coming back as 100% functional. "Seems as though we will see action today. I believe that this will be interesting." He says, monotone, as he arrives at the area where his Mech is housed. "If granted, I would like to take California." He says, preparing to transfer to his mech.

Now, he awaits further information.


[System]
Appearance:
Gender: Male

Nicknames/Aliases: Fogey, Gramps, Old Man

Epithet: Strikeout Worches

Age: 55

Bounty: 54,000,000

Hometown: North Blue, Sports Island

Pirate Crew: (Formerly the Fossil Rush pirates)

Role: Powder Monkey

Abilities & Skills: Despite being past his prime, Worches is still incredibly athletic. So athletic, in fact, that he doesn't bother with cannons- He just throws the cannonballs. He's the greatest pitcher in the North Line, with a fastball that can sink ships. What would be a single for most batters becomes an in-the-park-homer thanks to his speed, and he wields a Seastone baseball bat with disturbing skill. He's also good with his fingers, able to pick locks like nobody's business.

Personality: Worches is, at his core, a professional pirate. He's plied the shipping lanes for twenty years, and expects the crew to behave like professionals. The idea of operating a ship with only a skeleton crew disgusts him, and he's just as disturbed by the lack of vital positions on the crew's roster. He feels that pirates who fall back on Devil Fruits are less than worthless, forsaking the sea for power and failing to train themselves.

Biography: Born on Sports Island, an island obsessed with all forms of sports. While stopping to resupply, the quartermaster of the Fossil Rush Pirates saw his skill on the baseball diamond and figured he'd make an excellent powder boy- he was quick, he was small, and he had incredible dexterity. Jumping at the chance for adventure, the then-15-year-old pirate joined the crew without a second thought. Sailing across the North Blue, waylaying ships, plundering cargo, and ransoming captives- the true life of a pirate. Twenty years of adventure followed.

Now, however, it's forty years later. The captain of the Fossil Rush has retired, and the crew has disbanded. Most of the crewmen have moved on to other crews or integrated into civilian life. But not Worches. He's been beaten and weathered by a life at sea, looking far older than he is. Piracy is his life, and if he has anything to say, it will be his death. The powderboy's all grown up, looking for a new crew, and hoping they aren't the "chivalrous pirates" that seem to be infesting the seas these days.

Theme Song: WAY-HO-HO! IT'S ONE FOR ALL FOR ONE!

Other:

[User]
The old man sat by the window, chugging a tankard of something reeking of ocean water and booze. Lovely, lovely grog. Rather than brooding in the corner like some childish adventure hero, he was laughing and singing with a few of the other old salts who'd found their way here by the window. The bounty of that table would have been enough to send most marines running for their money. The scene from the corner-skulking man and the girl drew a new batch of laughter.

"Looks like he's yer knight in shinin' armor, lassie! Comin' to the rescue of a little girl! Aye, so big and brave, startin' barfights over a girl insulting a man!"

Another long chug, he continued laughing at the ongoing dramatacism.

"Tip yer hat and bend yer knee, laddie! Let her know you'll kill these men who've said barely three words ta ya to protect her from the consequences of her actions! GWAAAAAHAHA!"

[Assistant]
Emeri was about to do something about the rude customers herself when another guy came and started cutting people up. Yeah, an skilled swordsman no doubt, but it still seemed... wrong to interfere in a fight just because and like that. The guy seemed to think that Emeri couldn't take care of herself. And then there was the old guy in the bar that made the girl blush like crazy. Yeah, she needed no knight in shining armor. She was her OWN knight in shining armor. "Huh... I see, I see. So, you think I need someone saving me? Don't make me laugh!"

Disappearing in a blur, Emeri advanced forward, making some of the civilians admire in awe her stunning speed. "Oto Dash!" Emeri said, after getting herself in front of one of the goons wiht a wide smirk in her face. "You guys lack so much delicacy. You don't deserve to be treated nicely." The girl said, before punching the first guy at super sonic speed and throwing him against the wall, effectively making him dig into it and leave his sillhoute there. And then, before anymore of them could even react to what she had done, she threw herself to the ground and supported herself on the ground, before using her legs at super sonic speed yet again and kicking two of the other goons standing behind her. They also flew quite some distance, but this time, one crashed against a table and broke it and the other against a chair, also breaking it.

With that done, the girl spun around still supporting herself on the ground and then finally brought her legs down to ground level. Running a hand by her hair, Emeri decided to jump over a table and look down on all of the idiots. "Now, how about you all just calm down a bit. It is not like you stand a chance against the Queen of Pirates right here." With that said, every civilian in the bar seemed to be a bit shocked at her sudden statement.... Before breaking into a fit of laughter that filled the bar.

Things like 'Did you hear this idiot?', 'She can't really be thinking she can become the King of Pirates, 'Not with so many dangerous rookies lulling around!' Yes, all of them were pretty insulting. Emeri's face became red as a tomato the moment they started laughing.

"Heh, even if you laugh right now, soon enough, you'll be begging in your knees once you see I am really the Pirate Queen!" Emeri says back to them, before turning to the swordsman. "And you! Why did you have to interfere like that? Didn't you see I had the situation under control?" Calming herself down, she finally looks back at Ryuhei with a smile in her face. "Or what, would you like to go at it with me?"

[User]
Hm...this was surprising.

And he her thought that he had to save some little damsel in distress. Ryuhei had simply watched with a raised eyebrow and a growing smirk as the girl seemed to blur forward at a speed that his sharp eyes easily matched, kicking a goon before kicking another two, breaking quite a bit of furniture in the old tavern. An old man at the back seemed to guffaw about something or another, talking about Ryuhei preparing to kill these men for no reason; which only made his smirk grow into a grin. Just as he was about to laugh at the old timer and say some really hurtful words, he was cut off by the girl leaping onto the table and declaring her future as the 'Pirate Queen'. Amongst the other goons and civilians, Ryuhei merely watched, his grin disappearing into his normal frown when she turned her attention to him. Did he want to have a go at her?

A quick glance over her form showed him that no, he didn't want to have a go at her. There was no fear in the statement; he didn't want to fight her...because disappointing fights were, well, disappointing. She wouldn't further his goal of becoming the world's greatest swordsman...she most-likely had no skills as a swordsman, and although she took care of herself, she didn't have the physique of a physically astounding warrior, either. She was probably one of the people who relied on their Devil Fruits to save their day...a pity, really. However...he was in a fired-up move, and had been really looking forward to fighting the goons all around him. Maybe...No. He wouldn't raise a sword against someone weaker, if there was no fun in it. No challenge.

"Not worth it." He stated dismissively, waving one hand. His golden eyes peered deeply at her form. "What are you...twelve? Fifteen? Ten?" Although it was hard to tell with his cold, deep voice, there was an ounce of honest curiosity. Obviously, the swordsman was incredibly lost when it came to knowing someone's age.

[Assistant]
"OH! OH! NOW THEY LACK DELICACY, SAYS THE GIRL TOSSIN' EM THROUGH WALLS!"

He went to take another swig of grog, before spewing it out at the mention of the phrase "queen of the pirates" and continuing to laugh his ass off.

"GWAAAAAHAHAHA! LASSIE, PIRATES DON'T BOW TO NO KING OR QUEEN IN THIS AGE! AND CERTAINLY NOT ONE THAT'S SO COWARDLY THEY NEED A DEVIL FRUIT TO SURVIVE IN THE DRUNKEN DEMON!"

The man stood up, shaking his head. His laughter died down as he grabbed the full bottle of alcohol in one hand, and a baseball bat in the other. He slung the bat over his shoulder before turning a hateful glare, full of the disappointment of a man seeing everything wrong with the new generation infesting the livelihood he held so dear, to the self-proclaimed pirate queen.

"Aaaaah, piracy's gone downhill since my day it seems. All you brats runnin' about, talkin' about KING OF THE PIRATES this and I'M SO COOL I HAVE A MAGIC BANANA that. In my day, ye got by on yer wits, yer muscle, and yer reputation. But it looks like sellin' yer pirate's soul to the devil and forsakin' the sea's embrace fer power is enough to make some brats these days think they're hot shit. Thinks that lets them call themselves a pirate. In my day?"

In the blink of an eye, a fork flew over to the wall, quivering over an old wanted poster. Strikeout Worches, a bounty of 54,000,000- For piracy, sinking a marine vessel, burglarizing a Marine Captain's house, the theft of cargo totaling 30,000 tons, and shaving a Marine Captain's prize showdog. The pirate adjusted his hat and headed for the door.

"In my day ye had to WORK to be worthy of sayin' that."

[User]
Both guys seemed to be hugely understimating her. Devil Fruit or not, Emeri was still a damn fine pirate!..... probably. Even so, the comment from the swordsman pissed her off a bit. How could someone just not see that she was already eighteen?! "What was that!? Can't you see I am 18, you idiotic monkey!" Yeah, she was losing her cool. The guy didn't want to fight her and instead tried insulting her. Yeah, she should play it smooth here. She turned to the swordsman yet again, making her hair move around elgantly with her own elegant moves. "But even then, I cannot blame you for being scared of me. You may need swords, but I don't need such things. My, if it weren't because I ate a Devil Fruit by accident, I could still be able to drag you around the ground as it is proper for someone of YOUR class."

Emeri jumped off the table. She was now full and out of here. Of course, she couldn't just let the comments of the old timer slide. He was part of the past age, and certainly a big asset for her in coming fights. She approached him with a smile. Even if he was saying all of those things and whatnot about devil fruits, he was certainly someone with some experience in the seas all ready. Perfect, just what Emeri needed. With another smirk, and pointing at him Emeri said what she needed to say. "You are a a real pain in anyone's bottom, old man. I like you. Even if you couldn't get a Devil Fruit in your time, I'm sure you are still real powerful. Why don't you become part of my crew?" She smiled at him.

Of course, the bandits wouldn't just stay down while she had a talk with the old timer. Once the guy swinged his sword down to get her, Emeri decided to not let it go through her and instead use the guy's momentum against him. She avoided the slashing motion of the guy's sword, moved into the inside of the guy's guard and then punched him right on his stomach. It was a subtle move that still damaged the guy badly, making him fall to his knees. "W-What? How? She didn't even use her Devil Fruit powers....?"

"Hehe, good enough right?" She turned to the old man. "Anyhow, I'm off to steal some boat to get to the next island. I need to get to the Grand Line as soon as possible. I need someone seasoned like you helping me out. You DO wish to see the seas one more time before dying right?" Emeri arrogantly smirked at him. She also turned to the swordsman and glared at him a bit, before smiling. She was trying to provoke him, in one way or the other. She would also like to have someone like that in her crew, someone aside from her that could fight. Just, she may need to educate the little monkey. "And the monkey swordsman over there.... Well, just come too. It'll be fun."

[Assistant]
"...You want ta be queen o' the pirates."

Worches pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

"An' ya don't even have a boat. Do Devil Fruits cause brain damage, lass? Is that why ya came into the Drunken Demon an' started insulting the local hoodlums?"

He shook his head, following the girl out, taking the bottle with him.

"If ye be a true laggard, I'd be a whoreson fer talkin' down of ya. Can't let ya go stickin' dubloons up yer nose or jumpin in' the water because ye see a pretty fish, so I guess I HAVE to come along."