[System]
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Bio: The only thing Zero understood about himself from birth was how much he was not what his family expected him to be. Although born in Japan, his dad was not, and was never accepted by the majority of his mother's side of the family. His dad, a fireofficer by trait, died when he was young when a gas explosion downtown nearly set the city alight. He looked different and kids in school and even family at home never let him forget it. He had an older cousin, Kamina, 15 years old, who was Kazero's only friend. Kamina was everything Kazero wasn't; popular, well respect - a natural born leader. Kazero wanted to be like Kamina but never felt the need to because Kamina was always around.
Personality/Traits: Kazero is brave, open-minded and patient; all characteristics born from his lack of self-esteem and pride. Kazero is so wrapped up in making a good impression and being accepted he is willing to go through all manners of negativity so long as he can achieve it.
Digimon: Punimon, Tsunomon, Strabimon, Lobomon, BeoWolfmon, MagnaGarurumon(Biomerge)
Digivice: Grey

[User] "Hey don't shoot the messenger I'm just comparing this world of yours too what I know about actual, well actual isn't the right word now is it? Um I mean human world data. Data can be altered, viruses can infect it, and things can be duplicated so it's not too hard to assume from my point of view the same would be possible here. But I'll take your words on it. You live here after all and I got no right flappin' my gums on ideas that don't matter do I? The world is going to take awhile to adjust too...I just hope we actually do make it home after this...No offense to you guys but being stuck here in this world away from family and friends isn't something I relish. Not that I don't appreciate being given a partner like Kapurimon over here we'll figure something out I know it but until then I'm just going to have to base things off con...con-ject-ure? I think that's the word for this situation? Whatever I'm hungry and even if I wasn't best way to survive is to eat as much as possible no telling how long food will be found out in the middle of the world we're about to go into. As for those medical supplies...well I know first aid but I ain't qualified to fix up concussions and stuff." Derrick said as Kapurimon both felt the need to feel proud of his partner and slap him...too bad he had no hands. "I apologize on my partner's behalf for his bluntness though I do feel he is trying to make the best of the situation at hand." Kapurimon stated as he bounced aside his partner.

[Assistant]
As Tsunomon and Kazero were walking back towards the main group, Tsunomon slowed his hops to a stand and began to sniffing. Kazero noticed Tsunomon's behaviour and wondered rather he should be on guard.

"Something's wrong?" whispered Kazero.

"Food." replied Tsunomon normally before hopping on. Kazero jogged a few paces to catch up.

"Hey, how fast can you eat?" Kazero asked, perking Tsunomon's interest. Tsunomon turned to face Kazero wondering where he was heading with this. "If we're gonna sneak out it would need to be at a time when no one was looking and we know where everyone was as we bounce. We jet from the dinner table quick enough we get food and our opening." explained Kazero.

"...Agreed." replied Tsunomon before turning and hopping on towards the smell of food. Kazero took in a breath expecting to have to justify his position over Tsunomon's negativity and lack of confidence. He found himself dumbstruck as Tsunomon calmly agreed to his thoughts with little to know rebuttal. So much so Kazero could only stand there with his mouth agape wondering what just happened.

[User]
Danny was surprised to hear Derick also knew first aid."Well Derick, that makes two of us. I have also camped before, so if Digiworld has the same plants as our world I should at least be able to scrounge up berries if necessary as well catch fish." The fact there two people who knew at least basic first aid improved the group's odds of survival in his mind. At the moment though he tried not to worry about injuries and stuff like that."Well I hope no one will need first aid but fishing might be useful."

It was only when Hawkmon spoke that Danny realized that the rookie bird had been walking next him to the whole time. As there was no sign of Salomon he looked around for her and eventually saw her trying to catch up to Angemon. He also noticed that Kazero and Tsunomon seemed to be getting along than earlier though he had no idea what they were saying.

[Assistant]
It was a small chamber, enough room for everyone to sleep, with a small table in the center with what looked like normal bread and fruit. Brent didn't really expect meat to be there, and he didn't want to poke the question, so he went and sat on one of the chairs in the room. Angemon had then turned to Derrick who had pegged a question about medical supplies.

"We have a good supply, but most of the time it's too late to do anything with. In this day and age, against those tyrants, there are rarely any that make it back to receive any treatment... that is something we haven't discussed much with you all, how our deaths work. You see, we never truly die, our data is just compiled into items called Digieggs. However, the process of returning to what we once would have been is a long one, which is why our numbers are diminished so low..."

So Digimon don't really die, they come back eventually? There's finally something that humans could never possibly do, unless you believed in Buddhism or something... The amount of fruit on the table was enough to let everyone have a piece, even the Digimon. Brent grabbed three pieces and a few pieces of bread, not a whole lot, and handed some to Agumon and Gabumon, but kept one piece of bread and one piece of fruit for himself.

"Brent, you sure you're fine with that little food?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, I've trained myself off of needing to eat so much because of my working with computers. Sometimes I'd just have that one computer that I'd have to completely take apart, put back together, and sometimes do it again. That takes a while, and I'd usually forget to eat."

As the rest of the group came in, Gabumon looked and saw Kazero and Tsunomon near the back. Tsunomon had one of the best Poker faces around, but even Gabumon could see through it. He was up to something. He finished his food quickly and walked over to him.

"Tsunomon, I know something's up, you can't fool me. Whatever it is, just don't get in trouble, okay? I don't want to lose my only brother here. You'd better not be planning anything crazy. And... definitely try to get along with Kazero for now, okay?"

@Duthguy @Shikaru @Pyromania99 @Xan the G

---

That was a question Diaboromon wasn't even sure of the answer, and once again he decided to answer with the truth.

"Unfortunately I'm unsure about any other Digidestined. You see... earlier I allowed myself to be overcome with rage, that rage is what caused me to hunt down the rebels here. I haven't been back to the fortress in hours myself, so I've got no clue what they're up to."

It was true, but he had a feeling that something had gone on over there. He wasn't sure what, but something... but what did the PawnChessmon say? Only one of the Digidestined has achieved Digivolution? This was great news, if he could discover the location of this base, he could end this threat before it began. That is, IF he could, even the human said it would be nearly impossible to find it again. He slowed his pace suddenly.

"We are here. The Fortress of the Council."

Nestled between two massive mountains was an equally massive stone brick fortress, heavily guarded by powerful Digimon such as Devimon and SkullSatamon. Several stood at attention and saluted as Diaboromon entered the compound, with his forces and the human in tow. Within this fortress, the Council was even more untouchable than ever. Then he remembered what Tactimon had said before...

"You let your overconfidence cloud your judgement, Do Not Get Ahead of Yourself, Diaboromon..."

"I have to admit he was partially right about that, but what good does all the power do If you don't feel like you can use it? I'm not any Sovereign who could "Only use their power when it was something only they could do". I have the right to a little overconfidence, seriously..."

The thoughts rambled on through his head as he entered the main part of the fortress, and began heading for the Council's main chambers.

[User]
Keldeo@Duthguy@Xan the G@vancexentan@Pyromania99

Anya followed Angemon soon after Brent, she wasn't about to miss out on food after all. She frowned slightly upon seeing there wasn't any kind of meat, or any food other than foot and bread for that matter, but food was food and as long as it was edible she wouldn't complain. Grabbing a piece of bread and an orange for herself and handing Cono an apple and bread she sat down at the table with Cono on the table in front of her. "Thanks for the food Angemon!" She told him happily before quickly starting her meal. Cono nodded but didn't speak, her mouth currently full of a whole apple. "So. It might be slightly obvious, but uh...what happens if we die?" She asked Angemon. Obvious question gets obvious response, but it couldn't hurt to ask right?

[Assistant] Derrick sat down at the table and nodded in response to the digimon Angemon who responded to his comment. He sat back and leaned over the table. He grabbed a good chunk of food stating he wasn't a glutton but he wanted to eat as much as he could because he didn't know how much he would need in days to come. If it was the case that they were expected to come back he would return the food however as it stood he ate it slowly and methodically. He didn't want to overeat but he didn't want to not eat enough. He'd eat enough food that it would last him awhile in terms of energy but not enough to make him physically sick. He offered some of his food to his digimon companion Kapurimon who thanked him sincerely and the two of them ate slowly while listening to the others speak around them without adding much in the way of input. He figured if he heard something he could help with he'd chime in. If not well there wasn't much reason to talk. It wasn't like he knew these kids all too well and this whole concept of death being passed around the table like some sort of every day occurrence made him feel even more uneasy. He still had too much to live for and too much too do in life. It wasn't like he didn't appreciate what these people were doing for him at the same time it was their fault he was here in the first place so it all evened out he guessed. He didn't mind helping but the concept of dying here? In this weird unknown place...it didn't settle right with him.

[User]
As they approached the massive looking fortress, Nonna was taking mental notes. For beings spawned from the most modern human technology, their military thinking was strictly medieval. FIrst that so very honorable but futile fight Alphamon chose to fight, and now a castle with walls and static defenses. No doubt there existed digimon with the mobility, durability and firepower equivalent of a tank here - when time came to lay waste to this place, Nonna will have a couple of nasty surprises for the world conquerors.

Before then though, she and Pawnchessmon needed to gather intelligence, and it would seem that they would get to know the internal layout of at least part of the fortress easily. No bags over their heads, no nothing. It appeared the council grown comfortable already, something Nonna planned to abuse heavily. For now though, it seemed like they would be introduced to the rest of the big five. That would shape their further strategy. If they identified one weak enough, they could in time attempt to take his or her place.

"Well, time to find out, I suppose."

[Assistant] When Danny saw the food that had been prepared for them his stomach actually started growling and he hoped the others didn't hear it. As he grabbed a bunch of grapes Angemon explained how death worked for Digimon. "Good to know you have plenty of medical supplies. But what fishing rods, sleeping bags and tents, you know camping stuff?"" Of course he wasn't certain if the group would ever need to spend even a single night outside, but it never hurt to be prepared.

[User]
Tsunomon glanced across the table to Gabumon and narrowed his eyes at Gabumon's worry. He took most of the events that conspired for him to be lumbered with Kazero to be an embarrassment and a stain on his reputation. Tsunomon was the result of a strange phenomenon within the digital world. He was in essence a copy of Gabumon. When data is formed into a digimon, especially one with directive data such as linking to a digidestined, there is a possibility of data accidentally being pasted twice, as a means of protection and safety, but usually not within the literal digital world itself, but as a background code. Tsunomon naturally had a complex regarding this and the thought of whether he was intended like his brother and the other digimon before him, or simply a happy accident or pleasant mistake haunted him. He couldn't give in to Kazero and find common ground because he felt he would be condemning himself to the same level. He said nothing, and ultimately, ate nothing either, hopping away from the table. Kazero didn't hear the conversation properly, as he was too busy picking up a peach and a piece of bread while listening to Angemon explain life and death, but he did see Tsunomon and Gabumon exchange words and then Tsunomon hop away. Kazero glanced around at the rest of the group, making sure no one was paying too close attention before he slunk away behind his defacto partner.

"Hey man, where you going? You didn't eat anything," Kazero whispered catching up to Tsunomon in the hallway. Tsunomon just hopped on, not paying attention to Kazero's concern. "More silent treatment. *Pfft* You'll end up talking soon enough. You'll end up liking me too. There's pretty much nothing you can do about it," gested Kazero cockily. "Plus, I haven't done anything recently... I think. The only thing that happened was when your brother spoke to you. Did he say anything?"

"He patronised me. He seems to think I'm not capable of fulfilling my duty as a digidestined," replied Tsunomon, leading Kazero out by sniffing for the exit.

"He said what? What kind of brother is that?" snapped Kazero, accidentally shouting. Tsunomon glared at him menacingly, causing Kazero to grasp his mouth and hush immediately. "He said what...?" whispered Kazero.

"It does not matter; not now."

"Yeah... you'll show him. Once we get some data, we'll show them all." agreed Kazero, happy at the least that Tsunomon was now completely on board.


[System]
Large for his age, Blaine Olbrecht stands roughly 6'5" and weighs around 210lbs. Broad shouldered and barrel chested, he's a big boy. His hair is always kept neat and tidy, swept back in an effort to look remotely professional while he bulges out of his tight-fitting school uniform. His faunus traits are obvious, though not incredibly informative as to species, with slightly larger than normal canines and a swishing tail that ends in a large tuft of fur. More often than not, people mistake his serious expression for a personal glare, despite his best intentions.
Age: (17)

Gender: Male

Race: Lion faunus

Weapon:

Leonids: a twin-headed meteor hammer attached by a silk rope originally woven from broodling web. This provides the connecting material with elasticity and great strength. Both heads are relatively simple in design, fist-sized metal spheres with a set of six small holes on either hemisphere, a seam splitting the orbs. Each ball contains a small compartment that can be filled with powdered dust. Both heads can be charged with dust for different elemental effects, and the entire array can be enlarged and reduced by Blaine's Semblance as long as it still touches him.

Stilettos: Plain and simple, these are six-inch stiletto knives made to finish off stubborn kills through the use of Perspective. Not made for throwing, but the pommels are meant to brace against hard objects and support the whole of the blade when enlarged.

Specialty: Warrior. Lacking decent ranged options, Blaine is a student of diving headfirst into danger, confident in his own abilities and training. In combat, he favors a fluid, highly mobile fighting style that revolves around keeping his opponents in striking distance while he remains outside of their reach. He is careful to keep tabs on the events of battle around him. Utilizing his semblance, Blaine shrinks and enlarges the Leonids in order to surprise foes with its length and weight, resulting in unpredictable flurries punctuated by strong finishing strikes. When fighting larger Grimm, the Stilettos can be used in similar fashion. The vast majority of his training was for fighting against Grimm, however, and he is unused to human opponent and ranged combatants.

Semblance: Perspective: Once activated, this semblance can increase or decrease the size and weight of an object Blaine is in contact with as long as it stays with him or on his person. As an example, he could activate his semblance to shrink a fridge down to the size of an apple, or make a toothpick into a shortsword. Aura is only consumed while maintaining the semblance, and more is burned the more dramatic the transformation. As example, it would be far easier to make a fridge the size of an apple than a bus the size of a toothpick.

Personality: Quiet and relatively demure for the most part, Blaine tends to downplay his own achievements and exaggerate those of others. In his eyes, anything he does is insignificant compared to the world around him. The flipside of this is that he sees problems as small and easily surmounted, resulting in a quiet optimism. When his own pride does show, it's for small things that most people wouldn't consider as much as others. More than anything else, he's most humble of his martial prowess, well aware that there are many better fighters than himself in the world. That being said, if someone takes the time to break through his shell, the man shows a rowdy side with those that he can care about, bragging about his friends and talking up the achievements of those around him. Knits in his spare time.

When by himself, a quiet sadness is evident, though he tries to hide it as best he can.

Color: Goldenrod

Emblem: Three claws in a circle pointed inwards, two comets surrounding them

[User]
Ferris Solidor

With the professer's "encouraging" shouting, Ferris manged to figure all this racket was going to make it hard to continue napping. He opened his eyes and got to his feet with a sigh. This was probably going to be a drag, but he was goons to pretend to care. Besides, this was football. Both versions were fun.

He received the instruction pamphlet that was passed out with a raised eyebrow and regarded it like one would a week-old banana peel. Shaking his head, he opened it and began to read.

The first page in and he was aghast.

This was...football? This was football. This was football?! Well what the hell. Another game to attach to the highly contested name football that has little to do with the foot and more to do with the ball. It seemed to Ferris that the game was closer to basketball then the other two common games with the moniker 'football'.

But, there was no point in complaining about it. Ferris made sure to read it several times before folding it up tight and sticking it in a pocket. Out of the same pocket, he idly produced a bullet casing of all things and began to twirl it between his fingers. Frowning in thought as they picked teams, he considered ways to use his semblance to his team's advantage during the game. Unfortunately, nothing outstanding came to mind. Whether this was because of his unfamiliarity with the game, or because it was not suited to this sort of thing, he wasn't sure. He suspected it was a combination of both. His, and he assumed, everyone else's, unfamiliarity with the rules was going to make coordinating difficult for both sides. That meant the match was probably going to come down to a combination of semblances and physical ability. Those who relied on skill with weapons were at a disadvantage here. Following that thought, since intense physical contact was probably going to be at a minimum, one could afford to be more free with their aura usage then usual. All that made the most important thing was to identify semblances quickly and devise stratagems to counter while trying to prevent the other team from doing the same, while also devising creative ways to use the given semblances on one team.

In an odd moment of self reflection, Ferris realized he had been putting quite a bit of thought into this silly little game.

He was still considering the problem by the time the teams were picked. He wandered over to join his team in the loose huddle, mildly releved to not be on the skins side. There were a few faces he recognized, but most of their names escaped him.

The other team had started stripping. Like any hot-blood male, Ferris noted the eye-candy. "I think the ladies of the other team have us men at a disadvantage." He noted to no one in particular.

Right, strategy.

"Actually, Cap, I think I'd be more of use on offense." Ferris spoke up in an apathetic voice. "Unlike Ahoge boy here, I am confident on my kicking and passing accuracy, and with my spare parts," Ferris lifted his prosthetic leg and gesturing in a way that brought attention to his Gauntlet. "I have power to spare. However, before we actually get into that, introductions are more important. But instead of just your name, explain what your semblance can do. I believe that understanding and coordinating these will be the lynchpin of our victory. We can decide positions with more emphasis on that then physical ability."

Of course, that would include explaining his own. Crud.

He hated trying to explain his semblance to other people because he almost always received blank stares in return. It wasn't his fault it was so bloody complicated.

@HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux @Plank Sinatra @Kaithas @Awesomoman64 @Tominas @Abillioncats

[Assistant]
&
Stranded at Sea

Stella dutifully walked around the room, picking up the stray cupcakes and their wrappers. While she was narrowly avoiding bumping into desks her eyes stood transfixed on the display that was showing her students' progress in the escapade. Escaping a sinking ship and making it to an island with enough resources to last the night. She was curious to see their approach.

She took a second, standing in the middle of the class watching the monitor to recognize where she was. How far she had come. She had been a nobody for her entire life, the Nuit that didn't matter. The Nuit that took after her mother. Hardly a Nuit at all. But now, she was Estelle, the teacher for Survival Studies. She had her own students, her own job, her own money. Her place in this world. She felt unshakeable.

She made it to the final cupcake that was still in the form of a nipple.

Right

Her hands came up to her face as she quickly tried to disregard the cupnipple… Nipplecake? Either way it had to go. She put it into a Tupperware container and threw it into her desk, just in case Lauren wanted it later.

"God I'm starting to become Bianca." She said as her face launched past three different shades of red. But then she caught my eye… She was-

---

As soon as we were on the sinking ship I felt completely in my environment. While these Grimm weren't real it was nice to finally have some target practice with the new wings. With a single elegant motion they extended fully to my right and left and with a single heavy flap I was spinning into the air. I'm sure I looked beautiful.

As soon as I entered their domain a few targeted me but shifting C'est la Vie into it's spear form and letting it extend into one of their faces was all too easy. With one down and two more rapidly approaching I wrapped my arm around C'est la Vie and tilted it downwards, bringing my wings in in order to quickly use my body weight (as little as it is!) to dodge the blow with a sharp turn. A few Grimm appeared to be targeting my teammates in this situation and I didn't think I was going to be able to reach them in time. Extending my arm and using my thumb as guidance I hurled C'est la Vie through the opposition, I made sure to wave in a pretty cute way at Gratia when she saw what I did.

It'd annoy her, sure. But it felt too good to be back.

I let the fire inside me grow as I continued my onslaught on the Grimm. One approached me talons outstretched and with a brief flex of my semblance, I pivoted as if I was taking a boxer's stance in midair. C'est la Vie twirled back to my and a single back step was all it took for the spear to take the Grimm full throttle. But another had soon replaced it and C'est la Vie couldn't change direction fast enough to strike this one as well.

I took the blow and cringed as the pain was simulated in my forearm, but the Grimm hadn't expected my tenacity. I snapped my head forward and struck the beast, my head felt like it had just smacked steel – but sure enough the simulation dissipated. I was doing well.

C'est la Vie magnetized to my hand and I looked for my next set of targets. I hadn't felt like this in ages. But soon it was over. My wings felt as though they doubled in length and just as I glanced out at them I dropped back down to the boat. I was barely able to catch myselfand immediately rejoined the fight from the ground. But all of the sudden I was exhausted. My chest rising and falling my wings felt as though they were back to being featherless. Though quick and careful examination would prove otherwise.

I could only think one thing.

Thank god Jer didn't see that.

...God I'm starting to become Stella.

[User]
Physical Education
 Team: Maybe not the Best, but Definitely Better than the Other Team Team

Listening to his teammates speak, Blaine gave them his utmost attention. This was made manifest in an unblinking stare, his stone brow knit together in the world's single most intense gaze, unbroken by the womanflesh before him. Admiration could wait for a different time, now was football.

The small, belligerent man made a good point, though he seemed abrasive. That could be a problem. More so, the room suddenly became very hot as it dawned upon the faunus that he had failed to make his introductions. Blithering fool! How can you win a good first impression if they've no names to align with you? Blast! In the midst of his own berations, his gaze bore a large hole into the floor, a small vein beginning to pulse in his forehead as his vision stabbed the earth. He panicked internally, the only external hint of tension a single bead of sweat, ever so slowly making its way down his stoic cheek. In this state, he raised his eyes, lips pursed, the words on the tip of his tongue as he struggled to address those around him. His mouth was dry and the ill-fitting uniform seemed to tighten around his throat like a wounded lover, one of the buttons straining to hold the collar shut around his tree trunk neck.

"..."

Speak, damn you!

"I… am Blaine." He paused, glancing as the group of expectant faces bore down on him, his voice being drug from his throat, slow and forced, like cattle to slaughter. "Big man is also acceptable. I am quite large. My Semblance makes things I touch larger or smaller while I touch them, in both mass and volume." Another pause as he looked around, gaining confidence as the lack of torches and pitchforks became evident. A tiny rip indicated the expulsion of a button from his collar, allowing sweet, cool air to brush his neck. It was appreciated, though he would have to sew it back on at a later time. Stooping down to pick up the offending button and set it inside his breastpocket, the faunus continued, his voice settling into place like an old bull out to pasture, or James Earl Jones after a lunch break.

"Offense is doable, as I would prefer to be farther from our own goal in order to prevent use of my stature for marks by our scantily clad opponents. I will prevent our ballhandlers from being struck down best as I can. Shepherding, as it is stated on the rulesheet. Through my fellow offenders' feet, we will all march to glory."

"I also believe that if they attempt to distract us with pleasures of the flesh, we may should try the same, captain Ben and second in command Luke. I believe that our coach most likely had a prior manner of identifying who is on which team, such as colored flags. With this in mind, I offer the idea of our most attractive removing their clothes as well. It may help us in the long run."

Hesitating for a moment, the faunus pressed on. His eyes were now focused on the one who previously spoken, gray in attire, grim in attitude. Though he did not judge him, his words must be addressed. Blaine's facial expression was yet to change, the vein in his forehead continuing it's steady rhythm. "Additionally, I think we would be best served by keeping your powerful limbs in the back, grey one, where we need to be able to launch the ball downfield. I would refer to you as your name, but you had not given one. This is also to contend with your poor attitude and what I perceive as a lack of true confidence, going by your apathetic tone and rudeness to your own teammates, as well as our second-in-command. With all due respect, you sound as though you try to make up for something. Not to be rude. I often have problems with speaking to groups myself, so there is no need to be shy. Even if no one else does, I believe in you, despite your stature and lack of common manners."

Internally, Blaine pumped his fist. His introductions seem to have gone quite well. Still, he would have to do his best to reassure the estranged teammate, let he think the faunus's words were meant to be aggressive. The last thing he wanted today was to be making enemies. In this state of mind, he offered his kindest smile, flashing his sharpened canines through the parting of his lips. It was obviously forced, but hopefully got the message across.


[System]
Appearance

Stands around 5'0 and his build seems fairly lean and small though he has a pretty toned body due to his years of training. Despite his years of training however, his figure is still mostly slender and small, even a bit on the frail side. Causing him to usually be mistaken as girlish sometimes. His guildmark will be a dark green on the left side of his neck.
Nickname/Alias
The Chimera

Age
19

Sexuality
Demisexual

Personality
Karn is a pretty carefree fun loving girlish man. He honestly could be mistaken either gender due to his pretty looks. Although unexpectedly, he seems to rather enjoy playing either role. He's pretty playful and often a curious sort who ends up getting into a bit of trouble on his own. He revels in making friends and attempting to please others to the best of his abilities. He's a bit immature and acts just like a child, but when push comes to shove in a serious situation, he will fight for his friends to his grave. He's highly dependent, seeming to favor others words highly and gets lonely easily. He also trusts easily, which can lead into him being take advantage of. Karn also has several animalistic habits. Like licking himself, sniffing things, playing with yarn balls, and other things.

Magic Type
Caster

Magic Level
A

Magic
Transformation Magic- Karn has the ability to transform into any living creature be it beast or human as long as he has seen it. The bigger and more powerful the transformation is, the more magic it uses. Though most of the magic is used up with multiple transformations at once. Mostly between bigger forms.

It is a powerful magic that comes with a high risk. If the user should get too stressed out, feel a abundant amount of negative dark feelings such as doubt, low self esteem or confidence, and most of all fear while in another form. This risks losing their normal self to the one they currently are in. Acting to what the user believed the transformation would act. For example, a cat. A cat would meow and not talk, eat fish and chase mice and sleep quite a bit during the day. All the user would act like, believing he was just a cat. The user uses up all of their magic, staying transformed until the magic is out. This of course, can lead to death due to a Mage's life force connected with their magic. Anger is the most dangerous, and may cause the user to be totally berserk and animalistic.

Karn isn't able to copy wizard magic, but he can utilize some animal magic, but using them costs quite a bit of magic and is taxing.

Regular Magic Spells

Karn's currently most powerful form. Being both a powerhouse and a speedy creature. With deadly claws, fangs and horns. It has a tough hide, and heals faster then average forms. Karn is able to keep this form for a week straight without battle.

Beast Magic
- Chimera Roar: A large blast of blue fire is unleashed from this spell.

A large venomous snake that is large enough and big enough to wrap itself around a human. It's poison can be deadly if not properly treated. Though the antidote is commonly known for this type of snake. It also secretes a paralyzing venom that is temporary, length depends on the person's body. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Not necessarily a strong creature, being a regular house cat, but a few scratches still doesn't feel good! Plus it's adorable and Karn often likes being it since it does require as much magical energy. Karn can last a month in this form or any small form.

Pegasus's are known to be fast rideable flyers, big enough to fly with two people. They are not real fighters, having very little to defend themselves. Still they are both fleet footed on land and in the sky. Making a excellent way of travel. So Karn doesn't usually transform into it unless he needs to get somewhere. Karn can last two weeks in this form.
Biography
Karn grew up in a fairly small eastern town, he had loving parents and a elder brother. However, at the age of six, his mother had gotten caught in a storm during a fishing trip she took him on, inevitebly drowning to her death. He had barely survived the incident. When his father realized what happened, he became depressed and started to drink more. Karn's elder brother had to work hard in order to keep them fed. Their father was a bad alcoholic, and took out his frustrations on Karn, blaming him for his mother's death and ended up doing quite a bit of horrific things a parent can do to a child. Karn's elder brother ignored him, wanting no part in his younger brother's or was simply too busy to pay any mind to anything.

At the age of ten, Karn discovered his magical ability when he accidentally changed into a cat in order to get away from his father. When his father discovered such a ability, Karn was disowned and kicked out of the house, raving about how his magic proved he was a devil's child that only killed and destroyed. He wandered the lands for around a month before bumping into a guild wizard who happened to have transformation magic. Since his mother died, Karn hadn't smiled so big after meeting his Master, Rian. A powerful woman who treated her pupil like a son. For years he trained under her, while listening her tales on guild life and how it was like a real family. Karn craved such a livelihood, and after his master mysteriously disappeared, he continued traveling the land in order to search for her and join a guild he can call a home.

Themes
Hysteria-Nano
Hysteria Acoustic-Nano
Gravity-Wolfs Rain Ending Theme
Other

- He doesn't enjoy transforming into bugs. Finding the experience weird and freaky.

- He has extreme Hydrophobia. Be it oceans, rivers, lakes, or a glass of water... Karn will freak out. But for some reason, is alright with rain.

- He seems to enjoy dancing, singing and cross dressing.

- He dreams of seeing a dragon so he can transform into one.

- He's a pretty good tracker, and utilizes his animal form's senses well.

- He can actually cook pretty well.

-He doesn't tell anyone, but his human body is quite weak and has some fatal health problems.

[User]
"...4...Billion..." Torie muttered to himself in disbelief. Behind his helmet, and behind his brain case, Torie's mind surged with infinite possiblities of how much shit he could get with his share. An hour of thinking condensed itself into five seconds before Torie got up and slammed his fist down on the table he was sitting at, his chair disintegrating as he lost focus. "HELL YEAH I'M IN!" is all he said before raacing over to Mimi, eager to hear what was going on.

Practically blowing steam from his nose, Torie kept repeating: "4 billion...4 Billion...a Billion fours..." Drool dripping from his chin onto his shirt. He kept his hands balled to keep from trying to grab the job, worried that he'd get drool all over it. it got to the point that he formed a barrier magic jaw-piece for his helmet, keeping the drool contained.

[Assistant]
(Gonna move us along!)

Things got settled pretty quickly after that. The group would be heading on a mission. And by chance, the girl, who'd yet to join, would be coming along as well. Trinity was her name. At least, that's what Iggy though. Not that he was doing much thinking right now. He was currently laying in motion sickness induced agony, his head on Luka's lap. Yup. No perception of boundaries on that one. "Uuuuuhhh..." He groaned in annoyance. He hated this part of jobs. The travelling. Why couldn't they get there some other way. Of course, it was rather far. The place bordered the edge of Fiore, a large forest. It was possible to have been magically created by some wizard, but not much was known about it. There were temples scattered across it and it was rather large. It'd take a while to reach though. So he was stuck. And he was quite sure his guildmate wouldn't be so sympathetic.

[User]
Karn sat across from the two, curled up on the seat in his cat form as he rested on the train seat. This was one of he reasons why he agreed to go, since Dragon Slayers just didn't seem to do well in travel. Especially Iggy. This was a long trip as well, considering they had to take a train then travel by foot in which case they will probably travel by cart with Karn pulling.

Cracking a emerald green eye open, the orange feline purred a little. "Poor Iggy. This is a long train ride too." he mewed.

[Assistant]
The carriage rocked gently as Luka sat staring out of the window, watching the world go by through the glass as they travelled across the countryside. They, that is her and most of the team had decided they would get to their destination by using transportation rather than by hoofing it. Which had made plenty of sense at the time. Their destination, while not on the other side of the world was far enough away from Magnolia that walking would have simply taken far too long. Besides at the time Luka was all for speed, especially if it took her further from the guild. At the time she had been happy. Enthusiastic even. In the meantime the situation had gone completely downhill.

Iggy groaned in obvious distress, his head resting awkwardly on Luka's lap, her dress bunched up slightly to provide him something of a pillow. It was a small gesture, though why she had made it she had no idea. She brushed a hand absent mindedly through his hair in a supposedly comforting manner, only the irritated look on her face suggested anything but kindness in regard to her mood. And she was getting more annoyed by the minute.

"There there," Luka intoned with mock kindness that contained a hint of the sadistic. Normally Luka would have not have put up with this kind of crap from Iggy, especially if he had planned to do so on purpose. Only he clearly hadn't, so she tolerated it, at least for the moment. Besides, his helplessness was somewhat heart warming. It gave her a warm glow inside. His current suffering was revenge for the fight that HE had started back in the guildhall. However with that said her tolerance was rapidly becoming strained and it was starting to show if the vein on her forehead was any indication.

Luka turned toward Karn, still stroking Iggy's head as it she had no idea she was doing it and glared irritably at him. "Huh? Poor Iggy? Why not poor Luka?!" she said in mild annoyance as she lifted Iggy's head up slightly and proceeded to drop it limply back onto her lap. He really was close to helpless while travelling. "Jeez! Why me? Why not Mimi? Or the new girl?!" Luka complained more to herself than to anyone in particular and with a huff returned to looking out of the window, a slightly flustered look on her face. "If we don't get there soon I'm going to strap him to the roof," she said with complete seriousness.

[User]
Torie's mental state (And drool output) hadn't changed at all since they left the guild hall, to the point that there was a Barrier-magic bucket on his lap that was already half-full. Aside from the occasional muttering of how big the payout would be, Torie said little as they rode along, to the point that the driver was probably thinking that he was comatose. Or a vegetable. Or just an idiot.

Probably just an idiot. A bit into the ride, he finally snapped out of his money coma, and nearly spilt his drool bucket out onto the floor. Shaking his head slightly, he wiped his chin on his right sleeve, before wondering: "...How long was I drooling into that damn bucket?" Torie remained silent for a bit, before figuring that he hadn't really gotten the chance to break the ice with anybody he'd met today besides Luka, and even then that was just a short meet-n-greet. Turning to his side, he looked at the...person who turned into a cat to say: "I don't think I ever caught your name. I'm Torie, Torie Derringer."

[Assistant]
(I'm gonna say that since Karn's post we had move from a Train to a Carriage to get to the village we'd be meeting our client at.)

Iggy groaned a bit. He couldn't really reply or do much. Even as dragon slayer his state was rather patheitc. Even Mimi, who was also a slayer didn't act that much like this. Though his suffering would soon come to an end as the carriage, which they'd immediately switched two after the train ride, came to an end. At least on the train he'd taken a seat all to himself. Poor Luka would then have to deal with him during the carriage ride. "Ugh..." He slowly sat up. "I-it's because you're actually pretty... K-kind... And pillowy... A-and I don't know the new girl..." He answered Luka regarding why she had to deal with it. "Plus... You sat next to me..." He was still fairly weak, but gradually getting better. At least he hadn't thrown up. That was something. Right?

"We're almost there. Just gotta go through this little checkpoint." The town was rather strict. They would be stopped for a few minutes. Which gave them all time to talk for a bit before they had to go again and Luka had to deal with Iggy... Again...

[User] Pretty and kind huh? Luka stared at Iggy as he struggled to sit upright under his own power, which was not the most awe inspiring of sights. It still puzzled her as to why such powerful wizards would be so vulnerable to something as harmless as a little travel sickness. It was almost enough to make her feel sorry for him. Almost. Instead her expression darkened as she reached out towards him in a threatening manner as if she was going to throttle or electrocute him. And instead tried to lightly push him off of the seat. "Stupid dragon slayer, where else was I going to sit?" she replied with an exasperated sigh before returning her gaze out of the window. She ran a hand through her long white hair. Up ahead the checkpoint loomed.  "I wonder if they have any cake," she mused half-heartedly.

[Assistant]
As the group had transferred from train to carriage, Karn had harnessed himself up as a black horse, trotting along the dirt path while his ears twitched a little as he listened to the chatter behind him. Though he soon stopped as he reached the checkpoint, one man about to go up to the side of the carriage until jumping as the horse suddenly talked.

"Hello! We're Fairy Tail Guild Members coming to the village for a job." Karn chirped, earning a few curious looks before Karn craned his neck to the side to grab at a paper stuck to his side before holding it up to them. His head bobbing up and down a little like regular horses do.

The guards tsked and grabbed at it, looking it over.

After a few moments of talking and questioning, they finally let the carriage pass. Karn gave a neigh, before pulling the carriage once more in a light trot. It wasn't long until he could see the village up ahead.

"The village is in eyesight!" Karn cheered.


[System]
Age: 22 years old

Appearance: Isaac is 6' tall and a wiry but muscular-tone 155lbs. He has bright blue eyes, messy blonde hair, a boyish face and a bright smile. Out on the road, you will usually find him wearing a plain tee shirt, maybe some combat armour strapped over, combat pants and hardy military grade boots. Often carries a backpack too.

Above: Isaac aged 15 years old - Stood outside New Brooklyn settlement, posing for the camera

Background: Isaac Storm was born Isaac Carson, in Vault 118. He'd always had a knack for getting into trouble, but one particular escapade had gotten him into so much trouble, it changed his life forever. You see, Vault 118 was deathly scared of the outside world, and believed New York to be completely poisoned by nuclear fallout. They had a strict rule that the vault door was never to be opened, and anyone who tried to do so would be sentenced to death by the overseer. When 11 year old Isaac snuck up to the main entrance of the vault and released the seal that'd been shut since the very bombs dropped, the Overseer commanded that Isaac pay with his life. His mother begged for her son's life, and she managed to negotiate one final option. Her and her son had to leave vault 118 for good.

It was an option she did not relish, but with her son's life on the line, she took it.

Luck was not on their side. Mother and son were not long out of the vault when they were hunted and set upon by a pack of wolves. Isaac's mother sacrificed herself to give her son a chance, screaming for him to run. And run he did. With tears in his eyes, and a nasty bite wound bloodying up his arm, he fled the scene. Moments later he ran into help in the form of a trade caravan, whose bodyguards were led by the boy back to his mother. But they moments too late.

The wolves were slain and a hysterical young Isaac was taken to the nearest settlement, New Brooklyn, where the first words of Sheriff Luca burned themselves into the memory of Isaac and marked the man he was to become...

"You're mother died so you could live, son. Make sure you live a good life, to pay her back."

He would live a good life. He would save lives. He would become a wasteland hero. He would pay his mother back.

[User]
Isaac walked, turning his head face-front, expecting that she'd just answer casually and quickly. But then an awkwardly long silence fell on them. He peeked a glance at her in the corner of his eye, then did a double-take when he realised her reaction to the gun in her hands. She looked like she was holding an alien object.

"Uh, a few times."

"Huh," was his subdued comment as they stopped so she could don the new gear.

He watched, somewhat in amazement, as she tried the gun belt on in different ways. It wasn't exactly something to be ashamed of; not knowing how to use a gun. It was just... not a common thing, in Isaac's circles. The young man ran a hand through his hair, finally deciding to help her out after a while.

"Put it near the hand you write best with," he said, then turned his attention to passers-by, giving a nod to a few of them who met his eyes. "Hi," he said to one of them.

He turned back to her and she was done. "You good?" he asked, giving her an encouraging smile as looked into those big green eyes. Interesting eyes. For now, he left the matter, as they wouldn't need to be shooting anyone whilst they were in the city of Grasscroft. "You sure?" he added as a joke.

...

When they arrived at the next tavern, Isaac stepped inside and held the door for Zara as he took a look around. "Hey, this is nice. Cleaner than the last place." It was indeed. The floors were clean, the tables and chairs were in better condition. Even the streets outside were neater. This was clearly the more up-market establishment, for the richer folks of Grasscroft. "Probably more expensive too."

Isaac ordered two glasses of flavoured, purified water. Then asked about the rooms for rent. "We have one room available. Upstairs, window. Expensive," the barman said. Then quirked a brow as he looked over the two of them. "We generally don't like wastelanders just rolling in when they feel like it, so we charge a high price to discourage it."

"One room," Isaac echoed as he looked at Zara. Then back at the barman, "Is there at least a chair in there or something?"

"There's a chair."

"Guess I'll take the chair? You have the bed?" he asked Zara. It wouldn't normally be so awkward but it was clear that she had some issues after spending thirteen years with raiders. And he wasn't sure that sharing a room with a stranger was something she wanted to do. Funny that just the other night, they shared a room, but after the scuffle with the old man who smacked her ass, and the realisation that she'd probably been sexually harassed constantly as a raider slave (and worse,) it had suddenly made Isaac extremely aware and careful regarding her security.

After that, they sat down at a table to let off some steam. Isaac stretched his neck around until it cracked. "Phew, what a day, huh. Glad to sit down and just chill for a second." He put a hand on his forehead, as if checking his own temperature, eyes closed as his mind calmed down. When he opened his eyes, they were on Zara. "So... How does freedom feel, Zara Singh? Has it hit ya yet?"

[Assistant]
Zara couldn't help the bright red that had encircled her neck and ears out of embarrassment as he assisted her with something one should know, being of wandering age for the wasteland. She had given a singular nod to his first 'You good?' but when he double checked with her, the nod became softer and a few more bobs to show she was indeed okay.

The walk to the tavern was a silent one, which she was thankful for. She didn't want to answer a bunch of questions just yet about her defensive abilities. She just stayed close behind his step, to the point she tripped over his shoe one or twice. She kept her hands behind her back as she walked, looking around and taking it all in. This part of town didn't look as rough, that was for sure.

Once inside, the room was inquired and she parted her lips. "I'm good with the chair. You should have the bed, you haven't had a decent sleep like I did and you're going to need to have your wits about you if the Diamond Backs pick up our trail again." She offered him her opinion on the matter, turning to rest against the bar counter. Her eyes scanned over patrons and decorations. The place was actually quite quaint. Maybe she could work in a place like this. He didn't seem to appreciate lewd acts like his competing tavern owner was.

Pushing from the bar counter, she followed him to the table and sat down. Her head on a swivel still as if she expected trouble to come from any shadow that moved or a sound in the distance. "Hmmm? Oh freedom. Yea." She blushed a bit, returning her attention back to him. He looked so relaxed, so at ease. In this light, she could truly see him. The strength in his jawline, the small peaks of his lips . Those lips that beckoned to be touched.

'Those lips said something, they asked you a question' her subconscious reminded her. Blinking rather fast, she shook her had and looked away. "Well, seeing as I haven't had to polish some guy's pole, I was able to actually wash up, and I have some caps in my pocket. I would have to say I am quite enjoying this to be honest. I haven't had to watch my mouth or lie through my teeth to impress someone. Hell, I've even eaten better since I got free."

[User]
The way she kept her eye out for trouble, even in this tavern, reminded Isaac of what she'd told him last night: She'd been a raider slave for thirteen years. Thirteen years! What a life, Isaac thought as he watched her. Can that even be called life? The young man wasn't sure. He only knew that his first mission, back in the sweet city of New York, was to take them all out, once and for all. Raider gangs often weren't so big, or lasted so long, but when they did, they were usually fearsome. And racked up a long list of heinous crimes and terror in their tenure. The Diamond Backs needed stopping. New York needed it.

And she'd mentioned that she knew some kind of weakness of the gang, or the gang's leader. A secret entrance to the town, perhaps? Or maybe a store of explosives that could blow the place sky high? Whatever that was, Isaac needed to know. A good plan could beat the worst of odds - that's what his mentor had taught him. Cairo Storm aka The Courier; The baddest man Isaac had ever known. Cairo had walked from one side of America to the other, delivering more than just packages. He was a one-man army, handing out justice and ass-whoopings, and it just so happened that he'd taught Isaac everything he knew.

I've taught you everything you know. Not everything I know, the old man would say. He was funny like that.

"...Hell, I've even eaten better since I got free."

"Glad to hear it. You earned it," Isaac replied. She had indeed. Getting herself out of that situation was no mean feat. It took balls to break away from that mess. Most slaves, after being slaves for such a long part of their life, were conditioned and broken enough that they wouldn't even consider escape. Zara had a strong spirit, that was for sure. And, if Isaac couldn't tell just by looking at her, she'd made it clear with the scuffle back in the other tavern. She was down for action - a fire in her eyes and her belly - and Isaac liked it. "And one of these days, you might just get used to it; not having to look over your shoulder all the time." He gulped down half of his drink, smacked his lips and wiped his mouth. "Grasscroft is a nice place, but there's nothing like Liberty Point. People there really look out for eachother. Everyone knows the guards and the high walls means you don't even have to worry about attacks. Raiders don't even bother trying to attack, they know they'll be dog food if they try attacking. And 'Big Sis' is awesome," he added with a teethy grin. He always called Katie by that name, but realised that he should clarify to Zara.

"Katie Wensdale's her real name. She's the town scientist and one of the most prestigious leading minds of wasteland technology and research. You'll love her. She's whacky as fuck." He laughed quietly as he thought of her. Katie had taken him in after he lost his mother to the wasteland. Her heart was as big as her brain. "But yeah, freedom is fun, but you'll still need to learn how to defend yourself. Well..." he paused and gestured to her. "You clearly know how to choke a guy. But shooting a gun can be useful too. We can get some practice on our travels. Shoot a few cans or something. Maybe blast some critters."

"Where'd you live before you were captured?" It might have been a stupid question. Would she even remember? She seemed to be around his age, which would've made her like, ten years old or something. Still, it was worth asking. Perhaps she'd want to pay somewhere or someone a visit? "Not tryna bring back painful memories or anything? Just wondering."

[Assistant]
Zara listened to him speak about his sister, hoping that she was indeed as accepting as he claimed she was. Not many people would think twice about aiding someone running from a powerful gang like the Diamond Backs. It usually got them killed, so it wasn't a chosen position to be in. Her mind was starting to wander a bit when he asked her a question. What was the question? Crap, why did she have to be daydreaming then? The look of shock written all over her face as she tried to figure out what he had asked her.

"Oh uh.. Georgetown. They were setting up a decent settlement there from what I can remember. Though I'm not sure what happened to it after the Diamond Backs tore through it. I suppose not very much is left standing." She commented a bit after her mind caught up to what he had asked. That was the right question right? He had asked her where she had been before her capture. Of course it was, it had to be right? She sipped at her drink while looking over to Issac, her heart racing in her ears.

"We don't have to go back there though, I doubt my parents are still there. I'd rather not go and find out they had been slaughtered or something. So carrying on to see your sister would be a good start. Put as much ground between us and them." A soft nod of her head indicated she made up her mind about where to go.

[User]
Isaac nodded his understanding at her words. It was a fair decision. He himself had never wanted to visit Vault 118, since he and his mother had left. Circumstances may be different between the two young adults at the table, but the sentiment was the same: There was only bad news, if any, waiting for them at the place they once called home.

Isaac fell into a comfortable silence as he occasionally sipped his drink, throwing an arm over the back of the chair and leisurely gazing around the room. It seemed that Zara was in her own world and everytime he spoke, he was dragging her out of it. At first, it had seemed like a good idea to keep her in conversation and her mind off what was probably awful thoughts about her pursuers, but he changed tack and decided to let have some time to think. Maybe sorting her thoughts out, whilst in this safe environment, was a good thing. If she could clear her head a bit now, maybe she'd be sharper when they got back out on the road.

After a while, he got up and went to the bar for more drinks. He double-checked with the owner that their room would be ready when they were, then returned.

He eventually tried to start up some more conversation between he and Zara, talking about the latest news he heard around New York, (which wasn't much, considering he'd only just got back) and of course, the expedition and what was going on in Boston; The Minute Men defeating the Brotherhood of Steel and the evil Institute to finally free the Commonwealth of its oppressors. The two ordered some food and more drinks, before Isaac was ready to retire to their room. It was fairly early, but he was in need a good sleep tonight.

Before Zara could protest, he occupied the chair in the corner of the room, used his jacket as a blanket and his rucksack as a foot rest. In the safety of Grasscroft, it wasn't long before Isaac drifted into slumberland.


[System]
Age: 16
Appearance:
Gift: She can make holes appear anywhere, any size she wants and how deep the hole can be. After creating the hole, she can cover it up as well. Her gift can be developed as the roleplay goes on :3
Bio: She loves cookies and likes to bake for her friends. A little bit of an airhead and can be really positive.
Neutral

[User] Welcome to waverly academy!

[Assistant] Mors walked in through the doors of the academy, amazed at how much work underwent into the academy. "Whew, this is on amazing academy. I wonder where everyone else is. I hope we all could get along. But if we can't then that's that. I should keep Masamune hidden, wouldn't want anyone to see me with it." He sheathed the sword into its scabbard, and his it in a red cloth. 'Now to find someone else at the academy.'

[User] "Okay Nadia you can do this! Don't be nervous!" A girl of height 5'1 muttered to herself and clenched both her fists in front of her. It was her first day in this new academy. Ever since her parents found out of her abilities, they were disappointed. Then, they heard of this academy and both of them sighed, thinking that this academy would be best for her. "Making a new friend will be my goal for today" she smiled to herself and took her first few steps into the academy.

[Assistant]
Kiera sipped on her grande sized mocha frappuccinno as she walked into the academy, her eyes darting around her nervously. There were so many foreign faces around her and she didn't know anyone here! That was one of her biggest gripes associated with moving into a new school, especially since she was expected to graduate from high school next year with her friends from back home.
Then again, the letter of acceptance she held in her hands proved to be a blessing and she was expecting to find out the answers to her many questions in here.
It appeared she wasn't the only one awestruck by the school. Kiera realized this as she made eye contact with a certain brown eyed brunette who had a bright smile on her face. @Nuttynad She definitely looked friendly!

[User] Just as she had stepped into the academy, she had already made eye contact with another student. She was blonde and looked like a nice person. Nadia smiled at her, wondering if she should go over there and talk to her. Maybe say hi or something. Maybe she should introduce herself. Taking a deep breath, she went over to her and smiled. "H-hey!" She said, stuttering a little due to her nerves. "I'm Nadia" she smiled. @DFA

[Assistant] Mors walked up to the two girls talking with each other. He bowed a bit. "Hello there ladies, I am Mors, It means Death in Latin. Nice to meet you" More looked at them and "scanned" them quickly. "Judging by your looks, you are also students here correct?"

[User]
"Welcome to Waverly Academy you have been accepted to attend and learn how to control your gift..." Kat toss the letter on the bench and sat down waiting for a taxi. She couldn't believe she got in and was nervous about going. She got in the taxi and headed to the school with her bag and a photo of her family the corner burnt off. Sighing she put her head back and close her eyes to relax and when she woke she was at the school.

She got out and walk up and went to find her dorm. Off to the side some students were watching for newbies and seeing what ones is more to the dark side. They notice Kat but turn their heads back to watching. She headed into the school and walk down the hallway and stopped to look at pictures of past students and the founders of the school.

[Assistant] Nadia turned her head to see the new person that was talking to them. She smiled at him and nodded her head. "It's nice to meet you too Mors" she said and reached out her hand for a handshake. "And yeah we're students here" she continued. Maybe this person will become her friend as well. Two friends at once. That's quite an accomplishment for her.

[User] Mors shakes hands with the girl. He enjoyed the company. "So, I'm doing this small research experiment, I am researching the power that we have been given. Therefore if possible could you tell me what yours is, I would like to know. I want to know what 4th dimensional party is at work, in other words, what we would call "God"."

[Assistant] "Uhmm I can only create holes and then cover them up afterwards" she said with a soft laugh. Not many people actually liked her power. In fact her parents sent her here in hopes that her power would be something that they can brag about. "What's yours?" she asked, looking at the two people that she had decided to befriend.

[User]
Kiera took another deep sip from her frappuccino, reaching the bottom quickly and noisily sucking at the remnants of the caffeinated delicacy for a good moment or two. When she was done she sighed contentedly and disposed of her trash in a nearby trash bin.
She glanced at the two of them, "Uh...don't judge me, but it was pretty refreshing..." Kiera cleared her throat.
She casted a glance to each of her companions, listening as they conversed. Nadia explained her powers and Kiera nodded her head, taking in the information.

[Assistant] Mors looked up from his notepad. "My Power is pretty dangerous, its name is Subjective Reality, it is the power to blur the line between the boundary of fantasy and reality, in short, I can create, decreate or basically do anything. But I can only use it for Ten minutes. The other thing I can do which isn't technically a power, I wield the Honjo Masamune, one of the most sacred relics, or ancient sword, from my country."

[User] Michael Len walked into the academy grounds, yawning as he looked around. He had gone to bed quite late the night before so he was still feeling groggy. He noticed the students talking around but all he really wanted to do was to find his class room and then sleep some more. He headed into the school building, looking around as he walked, feeling lost. He finally saw a redheaded student looking at a picture hanging from the wall and walked up to her. "Hi, good morning! Do you know the layout of this building? I'm new here and can't find my classroom." He said before covering his mouth as he yawned again.

[Assistant] Kat look over at micheal and smile softly. "I'm new to I don't know my way around but we could help each other" she took her paper out and look at it. "Um I think we should find your dorm first cause their aren't classes today" she giggle

[User] Michael nodded, looking around. "I wonder where it is..." He said before she mentioned that there weren't classes that day. He had to hold back a yawn as he replied. "I know but since everyone is arriving today I just figured it would be too noisy. I want to sleep for a while, so the classroom should be just perfect." He added before moving to her side and looking at the paper she held. "But if you're looking for the dorm I'll keep you company." He added, smiling at her.

[Assistant] "Honjo Masamune?" Nadia asked, curiously. "Your power sure sounds interesting" she said with a smile. "What does it feel like when you use it? Do you get affected by it?"

[User] "Yes, The Honjo Masamume, is an ancient sword created by the greatest Swordsmith in Japan, it was also his best sword, the Honjo Masamune has many mysterious powers behind it. It was passed down through the main family of Shogun. As for Subjective Reality, it feels exhilarating, like if I was traveling through time and space. As for If I get affected by it, no I don't." Mors put his hands together, and began separating them slowly, creating a Black Hole. "This is part of what Subjective Reality can do, I just created a miniature Black Hole" Mors clapped his hands together and the Black Hole disappeared. "How do you like it?"

[Assistant] "Woaahh" Nadia said, her eyes wide as he demonstrated his power. She clapped, amazed. "It looks really cool" she said, smiling at him. "This is all I can do" she said. She stepped backwards and raised her hand above the ground. She stared at it for a while and a small but deep hole appeared. And then it disappeared. "That's basically it" she said and stepped forward again.

[User] "That could be pretty useful, like if you need a quick escape and many other uses. This power of mine, trust me you should be happy that you don't have this power." Mors said smiling.

[Assistant] "That sort of power..." Kiera felt almost insignificant in comparison to Mors's abilities. "Well, I can temporarily turn intangible and walk through walls or objects. Kinda like a ghost if you believe in that sort of stuff" she said.

[User] "Of course I believe In ghosts, I've had a few skirmishes with them before, nothing major. Intangibility huh, thats actually a pretty amazing power, you could walk through different dimensions, become something like a drawing on a wall, you dont feel heat, so you could walk through a volcano. So yeah it's actually pretty cool." Mors said

[Assistant] "That's pretty cool" she smiled at the girl. "How does it feel when you walk through stuff? Like does it tickle or it feels nothing when you do walk through it?" She continued, curiously b

[User] Kat giggle and smile at him. "That is true it will be noisy" she giggle and pick her bags up and nodded. "Ya I would love for you to join me" she smile at him with a flirty smile.

[Assistant] Michael saw Kat's smile and nodded. "Okay then, let's look for the dorms!" He said, motioning for her to follow and leading her out of the classroom building. He stopped, looking around, and then started walking around once he saw a good place to relax, not really interested in finding the dorms just yet. "I just realized, I haven't introduced myself or asked your name. I'm Michael Len." He said, bowing his head at her.

[User]
"Ah! Well it actually feels pretty weird. Kinda like when you're at the pool and you're on the diving board, then you jump in and you enter the water head first." Kiera said. "I get the chills when I think about it because it defies what they teach you in schools." The blonde gestured to the red brick wall that lined the hallway, "We all know most walls are solid and you normally can't pass through them on your own. That's how they're meant to be at least..." Kiera walked up to the wall and put her hand against it. She stood there for a second before turning translucent and she then stuck her arm into the wall.
"But then you have somebody like me, somebody who can bypass these walls...I don't even know how or why I'm able do it. I just know I can." She said, bringing her arm back out of the wall and returning to normal. "I have a lot of questions and I'm hoping I can at least find some answers here. Was I granted these powers from a third party? If so, then why? Why me? Just last year I was just your everyday basic blonde chick who frequented Starbucks...eh well, I still do..." She quickly shook her head and then exclaimed, "well, you know what I mean!"

Kiera sighed. "Sorry, I got carried away. I tend to do that sometimes."

[Assistant] Nadia laughed and smiled at her. "It's alright, I tend to get carried away myself. Anyway, your power looks rather cool! I hope the three of us are in the same class, it would be nice if we were" she said, smiling at the two of them.

[User] Mors nodded. "Of course, I do hope so...Say, what would you like to do today, as a group seeing as there is no classes today, I figured we should do something fun together at least." Mors suggested. He had something in mind but wanted to see what they would say first.

[Assistant] "Hmm, well I was thinking of touring the school, finding all the possible shortcuts there could be" Nadia said, thinking about it. "Then afterwards I was thinking of going to see the dorms. What about you two?"


[System]
Alias: Midori Kamen

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Biography:

Hero - Someone who performs an extraordinarily brave and generous act of courage in order to protect those who are incapable of doing so on their own, even if it's at the cost of their own life and well being. When Katsuo was growing up, he was always enamoured with the idea of heroism. He wanted to be like the courageous men and women he saw fighting the unending forces of evil that constantly plagued the world. How they did everything they could to keep everyone safe, even if it meant sacrificing themselves in the process. When the going got tough, they gave it their all and stood back up, fighting for what they believed in. The hopes, dreams, and aspirations of the world rested upon their shoulders alone, but they refused to surrender. That young boy wanted nothing more than to be like his idol, Midorenger of Color Sentai Nirenger.

Four years ago, while walking home from school, the thirteen year old boy came across a strange, bucket wearing figure who walked out of the nearby ocean. He witnessed the monster tear through police barricades and buildings alike with little effort, his path of destruction never faltering for even a second. Not until they came. The Nirengers. Katsuo had followed Buckethead the whole way and had seen all of the carnage he left in his wake, just for this very moment. Finally, he'd get to watch the thing brought to its knees as his childhood heroes beat the snot out of the villain!

Fate, however, is a cruel mistress, and instead of witnessing their victory, he was a victim of the horror that was their defeat. Right before his eyes, he saw each Nirenger imapled, disemboweled, dismembered, decapitated, and eviscerated until only two remained. With both of those final two defenders too injured and too fatigued to go on though, Buckethead continued his walk of devastation until Katsuo saw the murderer finally take its own life.

The young teen would spend months in therapy after The Fall of the Nirengers, before finally he was given a clean bill of health. Though the heroes he had once looked up to were either dead or never seen again, his determination hadn't suffered the same fate. In fact, it had been strengthened. With so few heroes left, who better to take up the mantel than their biggest fan? He would train night and day to be as powerful as those he still strived to be. It was never enough though. Katsuo could never hope to reach the same level of power as enhanced beings like Midorenger. Not without help. Help that he would be granted by an unlikely source.

The Spirit of the Earth is a benevolent entity, who's sole purpose is to keep both the planet and it's inhabitants safe. Whenever something powerful enough to possibly extinguish all life on the world approaches, it grants immeasurable power to one champion it deems worthy. While in a dream, the entity came to Katsuo, and warned him of an impending terror that was coming to devour Earth and all who lived on it. This Entity of Destruction originated from another universe altogether, and satisfied its hunger by feeding on matter, the only thing capable of staving off its starvation. There was hope of defeating this beast though, and The Spirit of the Earth chose him to become this hope.

That was two weeks ago. With no nearby threats to test his powers on yet, Katsuo has yet to make his public appearance. With new, terrifying monsters and evil, mischievous villains making their presences know to the the world every day, it's unlikely that this period of uneventfulness will last forever.

Personality:
Most people would describe Katsuo as naive and ingenuous, and they'd probably be right, the young man has a very childlike view of the world around him. However, were you to say this to his face, he would merely shrug off the insult and continue on his way. Call it conviction or call it stubbornness, he will continue to do what he believes to be the right thing. Even if the odds are against him and his back is against the wall, he will not give up on his ideals and he will fight until his last breath is spent before he'll ever consider doing something morally wrong.

Powers: The more he believes in himself, the more his strength will slowly grow. It isn't instant though. It builds up at a steady pace and if he has any doubt within his heart, it will grow much slower, possibly even decreasing.

Origin of Powers: Katsuo was chosen to become the champion of the planet after the Spirit of the Earth chose him to defend it from a far off, future threat.

Theme

[User]
Tokyo-to was indeed an interesting place to be. It seemed to be the most peaceful place on the planet, although Hanako had never seen the rest of the world. An escaped military experiment couldn't randomly travel the world without being targeted.. Also money was also a problem. She could technically use a missile to fly to another country, however such things would bring even more attention to herself. This place was nice to live in anyway. The locals were kind enough to help her and she always made sure to repay them. It had been quite a long time since she last used her powers since she didn't want to destroy anything. The sights that she had seen were more than amazing to her. They may have appeared mundane to those who had lived here all their lives, but to her, there was something wonderfully moving about seeing untouched nature. Hanako had grown so used to seeing craters upon craters, destroyed buildings, body parts scattered around the blast zone.

Although there was something odd about this place at the same time. Whenever monsters appeared, monsters she had never seen before.. Someone would appear out of nowhere, bearing powers that she had never seen before, and destroy the monster in an instant. At first she thought it was extremely odd, she always asked them about their powers whenever she got the chance. None of them were experiments like her. "Oh, I just woke up with powers one day" or "These are god given!" were responses she would usually hear. She never once spoke of her own powers. She felt that if she showed them, they'd be horrified.

However, life moves on and things change. For better or for worse. Today was a time of change for her. The city of Tokyo-to was suddenly being overrun by black sludge-like creatures. The sheer number of them was quite suffocating already, however they didn't seem very intelligent. They just acted like a wave of mindless drones. Hanako stood still as the city went to hell. People screaming, fleeing, crying. It's just like back then, except they weren't running from her. She took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Izmeneniye." Which was Russian for 'change'. She had heard many heroes say something like "Henshin!", but such words don't work for her as her powers were programmed to activate using Russian. Although her body didn't change as dramatically, her hair became blond and she gained a few plates of armor. Such things were cosmetic as the scientists wanted to differentiate between transformed and normal states of being so she wasn't constantly in battle mode.

A manic grin spread across her face as she looked around herself. "It's been awhile! HAHAHA!!" She laughed hysterically as a single missile launched from under her feet. As if her feet were stuck to the missile, she flew into the air, the missile almost immediately detaching from her feet when she had become airborne. Numerous RPG-7's phased into existence creating a ring of rocket launchers below her feet. With a snap of her finger the launchers fired simultaneously, obliterating everything below her in a spectacular fashion. Again, she laughed hysterically as she summoned another missile under her feet. Riding it like a surfboard into the sky to get an even better view of the carnage.

[Assistant]
Tatsuo Narumi found himself back in Tokyo-to in his search for Dr. Mitamura, a retired member of M.I.R.R.O.R whom he wanted to have a "heart to heart" talk with him about his actions when he worked there and the whereabouts of his co-workers. What he found instead was a ransacked apartment which meant that either the good doctor had learned of his arrival and made a hasty retreat or M.I.R.R.O.R had paid him a visit before he arrived. Either way, nothing related to the organization remained in the apartment, only clothes and miscellaneous stuff.

Frustrated by the dead end he had reached, Tatsuo went back to his car to think about what he was going to do now or at least that was his intention before the sounds of car alarms and screams were heard from the distance and it slowly became closer and closer. Calmly opening the door of the car, Tatsuo grabbed his skull helmet and left his hat where the helmet previously was. Putting the helmet on Tatsuo took a deep breath before starting his transformation "Set up" he said to which the helmet replied in a deep voice replied in a deep voice "Standing by…." The skull helmet would release some sort of smoke that would cover Tatsuo body from below the head before quickly dissipating and revealing the Skullman armor in place. "Complete" the helmet said, finishing his transformation just in time for the swarm of monsters coming to the street.

The first of those creatures launched at Tatsuo probably hoping to catch him off guard, but the one that received the surprise was the the creature as Tetsuo used his power to stab the creature with one of his spikes before it could get any closer. This didn't seem to disturb or scare the other creatures who continued their mindless rampage, this time with an objective in mind. Tatsuo slammed them through the floor, walls and against each other, stabbed them and slashed them with his bone spikes, punched a hole through them and other various methods and they kept coming in droves. At this rate they may beat him by slowly tiring him up and swarming him, he needed to destroy the majority of them quickly and deal with the remaining without the burden of their numbers.

Taking a step back he pressed the button at the back of his helmet and waited for the effects of the acceleration mode to begin. Not long after Tatsuo felt the pain of the needles stabbing his skull before everything seemed to slow down "Start up" the helmet said as Tatsuo began his rampage. Not many of the monsters had a chance to react as Tatsuo tore them apart through sheer friction thanks to his speed, the ones that did see him only saw a vaguely human shaped blur before being killed. Half a minute had passed and most of the monsters in the area had been killed though Tatsuo wasn't exactly in the best condition to fight them now, the sudden stop to his speed had rendered him dizzy and his hands had suffered from friction burns. "Got to keep fighting, there just a few m-more of them left before none remain" Tatsuo reassured himself as he tried not to fall down, sluggishly continuing to fight.

[User]
"Have a taste of my foot!" Midori Kamen cried out as he kicked another of these strange monsters in the face, it's crumpled corpse soon dissolving just as the last thirty had. Taking each of these strange creatures out was no problem for the rookie hero. They were on a complete other level when it came to low intelligence, not at all organizing themselves to attack when he was weakest and instead just lunging forward on sight. They weren't impressively strong either, having the same amount of power behind their attacks as a normal human would, which paled in comparison to the green-clad protector's own strength. That wasn't the problem though. The problem was that there seemed to be an almost endless supply of them and soon enough he was bound to be swarmed and crushed under a tidal wave of the beasts. Already, there was probably more of these things then there was litter on the ground and that number was still steadily increasing. There had to be a source, somewhere that all of these things were coming from, and he needed to find it and shut it down.

Like an unfortunate victim of a flood, Midori Kamen began to wade through the sea of beasts as he attempted to follow their path of destruction. Though instead of just trying to keep his head above the tide, he needed to instead punch and kick the water until it disappeared. Perhaps this flood analogy wasn't the most accurate comparison, especially when the number of them is still small enough that I can distinguish which creature's body parts belong to which. For now at least. That won't last forever though and fighting each individual monster is seriously slowing me down. It's time to think of a new strategy. Pushing back the beasts nearest to him, the young hero began to put his untested plan into action.

Gathering up all of the strength in his legs, he began to run. He'd need the running start in order to make this work. Once he'd gotten enough speed, he slammed his foot into the ground and pushed off with as much force as he could, sending him flying through the air. The power of flight was unfortunately not one of the powers granted to him be the Spirit of the Earth, however his super strength allowed Katsuo to have the next best thing: superpowered leaping. In a single bound, the seventeen year old would find himself so high that he could easily spot the pattern of the monsters below him. They were all coming from city's center, though he couldn't see if it was a portal, an even bigger monster, or something else that was the actual cause of all this. After landing on a couple more of the beasts, Midori Kamen would get into position to do another jump closer to the center of Tokyo-to.


[System]
"Do prepare yourself fair Hunter. There are terrible things in the dark..."

---

CS Template
Gender: (Same as above.)

Age:  (There's no limit to this one. Just know that you're probably going to get killed if you're a ten-year old Hunter.)

Appearance: (Regardless of who your character used to be, you're a Hunter now. Good gear means less time in scrubbing your remains away.)

Magic: (Magic does exist in the World of Wasted Dreams but comes at a price. The only elements that exist include Fire, Blood, and Shadow. Any magic user immediately draws ill omen to their character.)

Weapon: (Your Hunter can carry up to three weapons at a time, ideally a blade, a firearm, and something special. Keep in mind that Iredele is a backwards land so only old century weapons are permitted.)

Personality: (2-3 paragraphs is ideal, but we're not gonna deny you if you can only get one out.)

Bio: (As your Hunter cannot remember their time spent in the real world, their bios can be as vague or detailed as you want. However, all characters must include reference or mention to a hospital in their bio.)

Other:  (Anything the above didn't already cover)

---

Character List
 01 - Akemi-KoL
 02 - Jenniver von Lordos-Kitsune
 03 - Takumi Nakano-Diggerton
 04 - Sinthe-Spriggs27
 05 - Mu-Mugin
 06 - Leo-SlamJamcity
 07 - Macey James-Memoir
 08 - Donny Lee Yang-Lucius Cypher
 09 - Roless-Ashifili
 10 - Alto Ganze-RoflsMazoy
 11 - Open Slot
 12 - Open Slot
 13 - Open Slot
Note: Although Iredele is a town with a Dark Ages setting, your character was plucked away from modern times. Please keep in mind that in the real world, your character is an Average Joe.

[User]
"….Wait a minute, that answers nothing…" Macey stood puzzled once again, before a sudden realisation made her heart sink. "…You don't know anything about this place either. You don't even remember who I am."

She was going to turn back, but she heard a distant snarling growling and yapping like a pack of wolves in a fierce fight. She couldn't see them at all from this distance, but whatever could be making those sounds, were probably much worse than wolves. Looks like it wasn't totally safe within the city walls either… is the outside meant to be even worse than that?

"Just as useless as the rest of them, can you believe… I actually saved your life!" She whispered to herself. And in that moment, Macey's exasperation turned into a gleam of determination. Seeing that the bird-man hadn't gone far, she ran ahead and stood in front of him, defiantly. "I saved your life, when one of your experiments almost killed you. The house you were in collapsed, and the whole roof fell on top of you. I, out of the goodness of my heart, was the one to save you while all the other villagers looked on, waiting for you to die. See that? I'm not like the other villagers. In fact, I'm not a villager. I'm something better. I moved that roof without a problem – I have super human strength you see? Then, before I could tell you how you could repay the debt, you wandered back into the darkness. The shock of the whole ordeal must have given you amnesia, but I'll forgive you this one time. You can't be totally useless like the rest of them, you see. If you're not useless, then prove it." Macey walked up to him, trying desperately hard not to shiver internally so close to his haunting mask again despite what her strong exterior may show, and grabbed his glove in a fierce hand shake. "I'm Macey James, and I'm pleased to be colleagues with you from now on – until you pay back my debt, that is worth one life. But that can wait. First, we're going outside the wall to the land of pain and suffering, remember? "

[Assistant]
The first dogman was already weakened critically from the sudden burst of darkness Tatsumi had unleashed. As Akemi approached it with hell's wrath blazing in her eyes, it whimpered aloud once before two slashes and a dagger made it silent forever. It slumped forward with fresh blood leaking out of it in large pools, paving the street red. Or so it would seem….

As Akemi unleashed her fire magic to torch the dark thing, it leapt up with the remainder of its life to end the one standing before it. Fire coating its fur in ragged clumps, it lunged with jaws open and aimed for the girl's throat. Near her, two of the creatures stalked around Jenniver with clear, malicious intent in their gazes.

They had come for a female and Jenniver was the next best thing in their eyes now that the woman was out of their clutches. Snarling with rage, they charged at her from both angles, swords slashing and jaws snapping with the intent of taking at least a good chunk out of the girl.

Two remaining dogmen of the original five were engaged with both Sinthe and Tatsumi. One of them was unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of Sinthe's ferocious blows, staggering backwards and splaying on the dirty ground. It was not dead but it was disorientated from the rapid attack. The other one was weaving in and out of Tatsumi's reach, taking quick slices with blade and claws whenever it could.

A fitting first battle for the new Hunters that proved most amusing for the citizens of Iredele. Even further away from this struggle were Macey and Leo. While the battle was raging in the middle of the town square, some of Iredele's residents were unlucky enough to miss the spectacle at hand.

Such was the case of a tall and gangly farmer, lumbering around with a straw hat coated with dried mud that was too big for his head. He walked as if drunken by some sort of spell, alcohol being its name and he peddled up to the two with nary a care or worry.

"Hey, did you hear the, urp, fight going on? I hear there's a, ern, fight. Near the town square with the well and the mud…right? Wanna come see, see, stranger? Got funny looking folk just like yourself," he said in a slurred tone to Macey.

He had no reason to think he wasn't cutting into the middle of their conversation.

[User]
Jenniver looked to either side of her as what she could only describe as monsters took a rather unhealthy interest in her, with the holy book in her hand she slowly reached around to her back. At the moment the two beasts lunged for her she felt something click, a switch flipped and her body moved more gracefully than she could have ever imagined with such a large sword. Spinning around she lowered the blade so it lined up with her back to block the incoming strikes!

As the two attacks slammed into her the tip of the sword dug into the slabs below from the sheer force that hit her, thankfully stopping her from being flung back, and the book she had used as a cousin did its job wonderfully~ "That hurt about as much as I was expecting..." She was being suprised by this world by the moment and a certain amount of fear and glee welled up inside her, not that one could tell just from her face mind you.

Reaching up she placed her other hand on the large hilt of her blade before using the leverage she had to force the blade up, attemping to knock the beasts weapons above her head as she unleashed her own attack! The pages of the now ruined holy book fluttered around her as she gracefully extended her foot to use her falling swords momentum to swing it as hard as she could towards both of the beasts midsections!

[Assistant]
The steps came naturally to Tatsumi. He slashed diagonally, the monster ducking the blow then skirting out of reach. Tatsumi knew he had to assert himself and pressed the attack, lunging forward with an overhead blow. The creature barely blocked, and Tatsumi pulled away momentarily, keeping up the pressure with another blow from the side. Another block, but Tatsumi kept going, this time he sent a sudden kick towards the creatures knee, catching it off guard and sending it to its knees. Tatsumi unleashed a series of overhead strikes to beat the beast down, but it managed to raise its sword and defend against the assault. Tatsumi delivered another kick, aiming for the creature's chest, sending it sprawling onto the ground. Tatsumi went for the finishing blow, stabbing downwards towards the beast's stomach.

Tatsumi himself was surprised by his aptitude with the sword. He was momentarily surprised, but than recalled the battle with wooden swords once again. He had experiencing fighting like this. Except this time if he made a mistake he would die.

[User]
"You think I know nothing yet you haven't even been here for a single day. I've been here for what feels like centuries. In that time, I've seen more than you could ever imagine." Leo put the girl in her place and prepared to take his leave, but when he turned away she quickly jumped in front of him and grabbed ahold of his hand. "You know what? I like your determination. You're literally shaking in your boots yet you managed to muster the courage to speak your mind. That's the kind of attitude that will get you somewhere in life. Do you really want to know what's out there? It's just as I said. Nothing. There is nothing out there besides suffering and pain. I have traveled for hundreds of miles in every direction. This is just the eye of the storm. The further out you go, the worse it gets. If you don't believe me then you are more than welcome to accompany me on my journey. It's been a while since I've talked to someone besides myself." Under his mask, Leo's face wore an unnaturally twisted smile. If you could see it you would you would think he was in excruciating pain.

"My name is Leo. Don't ask for my last name because I can't remember it." Without letting go of her hand, Leo turned towards the city gates and began to drag Macey behind him like she was a piece of luggage. If it wasn't for the random villager who approached the two they would have left without ever turning back. "You see that Macey? Even the village people mistake you for one of their own. You should really do something about the way you look..... As for you big fellow. Why don't you take a nap?" Reaching into his pocket Leo grabbed a small vial and held it under the man's nose. Immediately after smelling the what was in the vial the man collapsed. After a few seconds, he began to snore rather loudly. "Now let's go see what this commotion at town hall is all about."

When Leo reached the town center he was greeted by far more than he had expected. On one side of the fight was a group of fresh hunters. On the other side was a group of beast men. "That's enough fighting for today" Leo chimed in. "Didn't anyone tell you I was the only one around here who could disturb the peace?" Leo then suddenly tossed a strange canister in between the two groups. After a few seconds, it began to release a thick cloud of mysterious green gas. "Unless you want to be blind for the next few days I'd recommend getting out of the gas."

[Assistant]
Sinthe finished the job on the dog that he had beaten senseless, grabbed the dog monster by it's muzzle and the back of it's head with both hands and quickly snapped it's neck with a loud popping sound, he stood up and noticed the others attacking the rest of the dog monsters with their weapons and magic."Magic and Weapons." Sinthe shook his head before crossing his arms and keeping his eyes on the action, when he saw Tastumi stab the beast in the gut he shook his head."Don't aim for the gut, aim higher, stab your enemies in the chest or cut their heads off." Sinthe told Tastumi.

Before they could take down the rest of the dogsmorphs, there was a burst of green gas that filled the air, Sinthe covered his mouth with his bandaged forearm."Get out of the cloud of gas !" He yelled Tastumi and Akemi, he grabbed both of them and began running out of the cloud of gas and towards the guy that threw the gas bomb, when he had Tastumi and Akemi out of the cloud he let go of them and looked at Leo."Did you throw the gas bomb ?" Sinthe asked, he didn't sound threatening or angry but sounded curious.

[User]
One by one, the monsters were being finished off by the newfound Hunters. They battled with unrivaled skill, almost as if the touch of a blade in their hands was something felt before, perhaps in some earlier time. The beastmen perished at the hands of these unmatched warriors, retreat no longer an option as they were cut into bloodied corpses.

The remaining creature that still breathed was the first, the one Akemi had been torching. With half of its right eye gouged out, it lunged in a final attempt to kill the fools before it. Only half of its vision remained and that half would soon be snuffed out completely as a torrent of green gas covered the area. The beastman howled in pain, clawing out blindly as its eyes burned and stung.

Before it could retaliate, something sharp and wicked pierced its black heart through the matted fur, slashing crookedly against its chest. With a final cry, the monster collapsed forward in the middle of the green gas. Something was off however, for the finishing blow came not from one of the Hunters present, but from an external source. Who or what it was couldn't be said for sure as the presence quickly left as soon as it had appeared.

Only the sharpest of minds not corrupted by their exposure through time here would have been able to note the arrival and departure of this mysterious savior. The battle was over, coming to a fitting close. The stink of corpses already filled the air, only baffled more so by the continued apathy the townsfolk displayed. Their lust for bloodshed satisfied, they carried on with their bleak lives.

The woman from before, who had inadvertently started this whole mess, finally creeped out of her hiding spot. With a neutral expression, she strolled right up to Tatsumi, the one who had initially helped her escape. It was to be assumed that she would thank the young man for his hard work. Thus, it must have come as a deep surprise when the woman brutally slapped Tatsumi.

"Fool," she hissed with angry tears in her eyes. "You've ruined the ritual! Are you mad? H-How could you….why would you interfere!"

The woman's voice became louder and louder in pitch as she backed away like a panicked animal. Dry sobs heaved her body as she pointed an accusing finger at Tatsumi.

"Heretic! Heretic! I drowned my own daughter, consumed the flesh of my only son, and this is how I am repaid for my sins?"

She was making no sense and was only becoming more paranoid until she finally brushed up against the town well. Turning to look down at the dark hole, she turned to Tatsumi and flashed him a smile of triumph. Hope was not lost yet.

"Ut absolutam gratiam tuam," she spat to him before jumping over and plummeting to her watery grave. The splash was only countered by the loud crack of bones being split and flesh being splintered.

The woman had killed herself.