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Gender: Male

Appearance:

Age: 17

Race: Human

Skills:

* Trap expert: From his days spent as a treasure hunter, Caelan has intimate knowledge of the more common traps. He can disable, dismantle or repurpose much of what he comes across in dungeons.
* Navigator: Traveling alone most of the time required knowing how to get around, and after some painstaking trial and error Caelan's got it down. He is handy at finding which direction to head in and is good at using stars as a map.
* Forager: A good number of edible and otherwise useful plants exist in the world, all you need to know is where to look. Whether its for medicinal purposes or for a quick meal, Caelan is decent at digging up what he might need.

Magic Abilities: Water magic, which normally is used in the form of ice magic.

Weapons: Magestone gauntlet. A crystal embedded in this gauntlet helps Caelan channel his magic, increasing the potency of attack spells. He has learned to form a blade of ice on the gauntlet to use during combat.

Inventory: Two blue potions, bottomless waterskin (given to him by Demoko).

Bio: Caelan was born and raised in Clock Town, being raised in a fairly average life. He had parents who cared for him, friends that he liked well enough and life overall was easy and simple. Were he any less adventurous he might have been content to stay there, lead an easy life and work in the shop that his family owned, but that was hardly the case. Even from a young age Caelan had a habit of wandering about, going to the furthest reaches of the town and exploring much to the chagrin of his parents. He has a natural curiosity, one that can only be sated by exploring and experiencing new things. When he grew older his excursions graduated from simply wandering around Clock Town to traveling outside of it, at times going a fair ways away. He always came back home after these trips, but the more that he saw of the world the more he longed for. It was only inevitable then that at 13 years old he would go on a trip outside of town and not return, having decided to go on a journey for himself.

Being young as he was, Caelan hardly put any thought into what he was doing. He didn't know where he might go, what he might do for a living or how he'd get what he needed to survive. What little food he brought with him ran out quickly, and for the first week and a half he spent a great deal of time hungry and unable to sleep. He would get a lucky break, or perhaps unlucky, when a group of treasure hunters found him in a nearby town and offered to bring him with them. What he assumed to be an act of benevolence turned into a rather nasty situation as he was taken into dungeons with them, sent ahead to scout for traps and any monsters lurking inside. When your back is forced against the wall you learn pretty quickly, and in a few months time Caelan began to learn the ins and outs of treasure hunting, as well as the dangers that came with it.

Though the work was dangerous and the team he worked with hardly the kindest he loved what he did, enjoying the thrill of it; bringing home a good few hundred Rupees every outing didn't hurt either, though most of that went to the group's coffers. For about a year and a half he traveled with these people, making a living off of raiding tombs and caves, selling whatever they found in the process. After a while of seeing his profits dwindle to next to nothing however Caelan became fed up, and now having the skills needed to survive up and left one morning. That was two years ago now, and he has become a successful, solo treasure hunter. He would occasionally team up with others, but the desire to turn a big profit and keep it for himself usually kept him from relying on partners. He's still looking for that excitement in his life however, and he's waiting on the one big haul that might satisfy his craving to explore.

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Regol had not paid much attention to what had been in the crates given to them at the shop, but he did remember seeing or he believed he did at least, a few clawshots inside one of them. With his crude map representation that was made out of shadow, he indicated to a courtyard that wasn't too far from their location. There were several balconies on the next floors that were being renovated and rebuilt. Though that was a while ago, there was no telling if they were still under construction, but if so there was bound to be things for the clawshots to grasp. He indicated with small shadow puppets clawing their way up to at least the 10th level. That was where the construction stopped and there were no more balconies at least in that courtyard that went higher up.

It was there best bet to climb fast and hopefully unseen, the courtyard was rather small and served more of just letting sunlight into the inner sanctums of the castle rather than for decorative purposes. It wouldn't take them all the way, but perhaps they would bypass the chance of running into a number of guards and alerting Fiona to Regol's return who she would no doubt seek out to confront after she received the news. The courtyard was only down the hallway they were in and then another would lead them right into it through a pair of metal doors.

[Assistant]
"I have no idea, I haven't had a chance to look into them yet. Being able to scale the building somehow is safer and faster, we just have to figure out how..." Rarely was the front entrance ever ideal, and if the palace was crawling with guards the more they passed the greater a chance their cover would be blown. Then there was that Fiona woman to worry about and Caelan would much rather they didn't cross paths with her at all. Wracking his brain for a plan he looked to Regol as the map was brandished, following his gestures and nodding understandingly at what was being proposed; find the courtyard and scale up there. That made sense, it was little more than a garden he imagined and there would be no real reason for guards to patrol there. That wasn't to say it would be utterly devoid of guards, but it should be far easier than going through the entire palace.

"Just keep the map out a second longer, let me memorize it," Caelan mumbled, his eyes pouring over every detail, every hallway and doorway he could manage to glean from it. Often times when seeking treasure with a group you only had a single map among everyone and, as he'd found, rarely did people share or even provide wholly accurate replications. For his own sake then he had gotten into the habit of memorizing maps as best he could so he could navigate without one, and compared to some labyrinths he'd been in the palace's layout was remarkably simple. A cuple of branching halls that in large circled back around on themselves and for the rest it was like a grid, easy to remember. Gesturing for the map to be stored away he made a mental of note where they were now for future reference, even going as far to look at whatever paintings or plants might be in the corridor, anything for a mental snapshot. "So the courtyard, then up to whatever windows we can reach. Really wish we knew the schedule for the guards, post changes and all that. Would make sneaking around so much easier."

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Link hoped they were onto something with this whole possibly using tools to get up into the building, at least in a way that was better than how he might had done if he still had his powers. He didn't know what else would had been a suitable method to get in other than going all the way around and going into the front door or through a window which would look really suspicious. If there was something to get up into the castle quietly other than breaking things then it was probably in the supplies they had been provided previously. Looking to Caelan expectantly just so he wouldn't bring up his powers again he smiled nervously behind the mask. "Oh uhh, that's okay. Maybe you can have a look when there's nobody around…" It was going to be difficult avoiding the whole 'magic' secret, but luckily Regol was there to provide the shadow magic where he couldn't even if he still didn't much like the guy.

Staring at the shadow map that was created by Regol he frowned when Caelan mentioned memorising it, finding that to be a strange talent to have. Staring at it as well for a moment he soon looked up again, sighing lightly, giving the instructions that Caelan was giving out to be basically the same as what he thought was going to be best to do in the first place. "Okay, okay great. This and that way and then…up and along…" he spoke lowly before looking to Caelan again expectantly, "We have eyes so just watch where they are then find a way up. Now would be a good a time as any to look in those supplies so that we can get to a window without smashing it…like a rope with a weight or something mechanical. Magic is too risky in a place like this, even if the soldiers know Regol…" If Regol could speak then a lot of this wouldn't be a problem, but he couldn't so instead they had to hope they knew a variety of code words that the soldiers may use to identify infiltrators. He was feeling quite terrified of what could happen, especially with this Fiona woman being around here somewhere. All he had was a mask, at least Caelan wasn't on the 'kill on sight' list quite yet so he might end up with a lesser punishment.

[Assistant]
"You're sure this is the correct way, Sophos?" Chunks of earth moved to the side, an old ruin destroyed in the pair's attempt to reach their separated compatriots. "I can hardly tell one rock from the next." Gaios took a moment to stop and rest, his breath heavy and labored. Behind him, Sophos did the same. They'd been travelling for what felt like hours through the ruins beneath Castle Town.

"Oh, do not worry young son of mine, I've been down into these ruins on more than one occasion. There are many alchemical reagents that one can only find outside our kind's reach." After a moment of looking around, a frail hand pointed forward, and a small mote of light appeared near a small passageway that angled upwards. "If we go through there, we'll be at a juncture of sorts. A spot where many entrances into Castle Town can be found." Gaios only nodded and walked towards the light.

"I only hope we'll find somebody soon, even if it's Templar forces. Any indication that your friends are near would be a good omen."

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Regol let the others try and commit the map to memory as quickly as they could, he knew the castle like the back of his hand. The map he had created before them was all from memory, not a legitimate map that he just had lying around his back pocket. Once they were done he ushered for them to move. A guard patrol was sure to come back soon and them huddling around in a dark corner just screamed unusual, the castle Templars were not the average shmuck, they were the pick of the liter when it came to common sense and intelligence. If they saw something out of the ordinary, it would not go unnoticed and without a very convincing excuse would definitely be reported. Getting to the courtyard would be quick and hopefully simple, clawshotting to several balconies without being noticed may be the tricky part unless they did it quickly. Regol took the lead and began moving down the hallway, with the others at his side it would look like a usual escort for higher ranks or official.

One thing that had Regol a bit worried though were his Dark Templars, knights who specialized in Shadow magic like him. Link would no doubt remember them from their first encounter in the milk bar so very long ago. Hopefully Father Thallus had them tasked out on espionage or spy missions, if they lurked around the Castle then it might be harder for the trio to discuss plans with them hiding in every shadow in the Castle.

[Assistant]
"Well, we should probably wait until we're not in the middle of a hall, don't want to pull out ropes here do we?" Caelan smirked, reaching back to pat the pouch secured on his belt. Once they were in the courtyard proper and somehow having reached it without any issue he figured it was well time to decide on a course of action. Since they would be scaling the walls it made sense to try and go as high as they could, cover as much ground as possible at once. This of course was risky as they longer they climbed the higher the risk of being spotted was, yet traveling through the halls on foot was just as dangerous. Climbing seemed like their best, and really their only option, unless they wanted to risk discovery.

Finding a spot where some plants would in large obscure anyone's sight Caelan set down the pouch, rifling through its warped contents to try and find their hookshots among the other items. One by one he laid them out on the ground, keeping the remaining items where they were for the time being. "Right... So we want to try and reach the tallest balcony we possibly can, and we'll have to do it as quickly as we can too. So that would be..." Taking pause he got to his feet and craned his neck, scanning the walls above for the possible points to which they would ascend. There were numerous balconies, some likely well out of their reach, and others so low he questioned the point in aiming at them. Depending on how long the ropes were as well he would know how far they could expect to climb.

"Let's see, if we figure there's roughly a 3 meter clearance between the ground and the top of the arches, that means we take 3 meters off of the rope for that..." Caelan muttered to himself as he squatted down, picking up a hookshot to examine it, "And if I had to guess... Each balcony looks to be about 2-3 meters apart as well, so... Assuming this rope is maybe 20 meters long, we're looking at... Maybe scaling four levels comfortably? Five if we push it, but that's assuming I've done this right. Hard to say without actually checking it..." Frowning as he thought it over a second time he looked to Regol for some information, holding the hookshot out to him. "You know this place better than we do, if we went up say... Four floors from here, would be be close enough? We should obviously try getting as close as we can now, minimize the walking we have to do." And hopefully minimize the chances of their cover being blown.


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* Age: 17 years old
* Gender: Male
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Standing 5' 11" and a sleek 155 lbs, Lucas carries himself with the graceful posture of both an athlete and an artist. His smile is polite and unassuming, his eyes are bright and steel-coloured, and his hair is as white as snow.
* Personality: Although a little withdrawn in light of the relatively recent death of his parents, Lucas is slowly but surely returning to his old self: A warm and friendly young man who will always seek to raise his friends spirits, whether it's with an unfunny joke or an arm around the shoulder and an open ear. He also has an odd quirk of being fearless. Not courageous, no - courage requires the presence of fear - but complete fearlessness. Danger simply does not move him. He has somewhat of a darker side that went undiscovered until he started weapons training... he does like to 'talk a little trash,' seeking to press the emotional buttons of his opponent and get them off their game. It is a little jarring to witness, for anyone that knows him, to see him in this arrogant and malicious state. Aside from that, he likes card games, climbing trees and reading books about heroic deeds, adventure and rescuing princesses.
* Brief Backstory: Lucas Storm was born to Penny and Harold aka 'The Storms' - a double act in a travelling circus troupe that lived on the roads of Thain. They were not quite the main event, but between Penny's acrobatics and Harold's knife-throwing expertise, the two had their act down to a tee and made a good living at the top of the card. Lucas however, had shot into stardom as a gifted trapeze artist and worked with his parents friends often as the main event. Every night he risked his life to entertain the audience, and strangely the dizzying heights or the danger had never even slightly bothered the boy, not even the first time.

Life was good. Simple, yes, but contented and full of love. Living on the road meant one was always an outsider and so the troupe had a trust and loyalty between them that went beyond community. More like family. They looked out for each other, lied for each other (certainly when thieves and pickpockets in the troupe began to make their extra money off the current town,) and they would no-doubt die for each other... something many of them eventually did. This circus life would indeed come to an end when they were assaulted in Velt by slaver unit. The troupe resisted as best they could, but were no match for amply-armed slavers. Many of them died, including Lucas' parents, Penny and Harold. Lucas was taken prisoner and caged, ready for sale.

No more than three days after Lucas was thrown into a cage, the slaver encampment was set upon by a mercenary band who captured the place after a bloody battle. Lucas was awestruck as a hero straight out of one of his books, fought evil men valiantly and freed him from the cage. That man, he would find out, was Gerard Segremors. From that day forward, Lucas Storm wanted to be a hero, like in his books. A hero like Gerard Segremors. His first act a free person again, was to go to the quartermaster of the mercenary band and request to be recruited. Perhaps the quartermaster took note of the young lad's strong body and graceful gait. Perhaps it was the look of determination and fearlessness in his eyes. For whatever reason, Lucas' request was accepted and he began training under the quartermaster.

This life as a mercenary did not last long however, as no more than some weeks - maybe months - later, the mercenary band was dissolved and folded into the military arm of the Church. Lucas didn't care, he simply waited to see what Gerard would do, and when his idol joined the Blades of Iron Roses, Lucas followed him into the order.

Now, Lucas finds himself training under a real regiment, in an order of knights where he might truly become a hero from his books - a hero like Gerard Segremors. And he works hard to make it happen.
* Equipment: A set of battered plate mail. A longsword. All standard basic Order issue. He likes to carry several daggers on his person, preferably balanced for throwing or using in a tight situation.
* Skills: Free-climbing. Juggling. Dizzying acrobatics. Knife throwing. Hold Em Poker. Pickpocketing. Cheering friends up. Sneaking.

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Gerard Segremors

Daze

"You're right, he should've." the erstwhile mercenary agreed readily, almost tonelessly, amber gaze following hers into the middle distance. "And the next one like him will again. Whether it's a trio of us, or just me."

He had to ingrain the goal. He had to visualize the state in which he matched him blow for blow, strike for strike, strength for strength. If it could be achieved, it was there— Sir Agrahn. Sir Cyrus. Could he measure up to them, legendary titans of the field? He didn't know. He certainly didn't feel like a once-in-a-lifetime warrior... But the type of greed to chase those mythical figures had gotten him this far. And if he reached even a fraction of their ability, the Bandit King he'd fought would be trivial. Of that, Gerard was certain.

As for her query, he nodded along his understanding— to be turned into a supernatural, superhuman entity at the age it seemed she had, it did stand to reason that she'd not have much cause to worry about honing the body, when it was already so empowered. Lucky him. It was a rare day anyone got to elucidate the honored Paladin.

"It's a drill from my past life." he began, "We used to sprint uphill to improve our dashing ability. It gets the legs used to exploding forward for harder and longer— the way I fight is all pace and pressure, so being able to crush distance quickly, suddenly, and keep swinging hard, time after time, is as important as it gets. It is endurance work, in a way— but it's also just building up the strength that gives you raw speed. Doing that, over and over, so I could keep swarming a defense like his until it breaks. It took us a bit to crack him open."

A wry grin played over his face, mirroring that of his comrade. "If only we had a hill. Pushing up from below hits you twice as hard."

He knew she had a point, regarding recovery. Nobody could work themselves endlessly, grinding truly down to the bone, and expect to gain much. If you had nothing left to build upon, then your house was sure to crumble— If you endlessly sowed your fields the same way, never feeding the soil, your crop would dwindle with each passing month.

He'd felt it firsthand on march, years ago. Roving between battlefields made for rough living, and with strictly constrained meals, at times it was a miracle the Regiment hadn't strung themselves out completely. He'd lost friends that way. Hunger was a powerful motivator, but exhaustion made mistakes appear where they never should've.

But...

"Thanks for the concern, ma'am. And the advice— I'll be sure to peruse it after this. Right now, I feel able enough to at least manage this much."

He had to strike it hard and fast. Attacking one's own weakness was rarely so easy as the day you were both able and not only willing, but driven. Rest could come in a few more laps.

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Tyaethe

"If you wanted to sprint uphill..." Tyaethe said slowly, giving him a look befitting explaining something very simple to a child, "You could consider going outside of Candaeln. The city isn't flat."

It wasn't as if she could say much else about exercise; when your body wouldn't actually change no matter how much work you put in, there was little else to do except focus on technique and how to best use magical energy to get the necessary physical capabilities. But pointing out every relatively steep location in Aimlenn? She could do that in her sleep. Hm, although there was one thing she could suggest if he ever wanted an unusual exercise...

"As for strength training, if you want something challenging, there's a pretty heavy statue of Mayon inside the chapel. It's also been magically reinforced," entirely because of doing this before, naturally, "So dropping it doesn't do anything. There's also a nice flat spot on the chapel roof that gets a lot of sun."

The implication of how these could be related (if you got some sort of rope) was quite obvious. And that particular exercise had good memories... even if it originally wasn't an exercise at all, just an idea she got Cyrus to go along with.

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Landshark@The Otter

"Our roles end when our foes drop their swords," Serenity remarked. "I rather believe, Sir Fionn, that Sir Renar holds a vendetta towards executioners and judges. Why else would he be taking their roles into his own hands?"

She pressed her thumb against the edge of her sharpened sword, stopping just at the verge of her flesh being cut. Just need some oil now, to keep the rust away.

"After all, the less bandits arrive to trial, the less judges needed to sentence them, and the less executioners needed to execute them. And from there? The plot unfolds, as the kingdom no longer sees it fit to employ so many of them, and Sir Renar dines well that night, in knowledge that yet more men have been forced to seek other trades." A cloth ran up and down the length of the mirror-polished sword, removing excess oil. Serenity flourished her blade for one fanciful moment, before sliding it into the scabbard with a definitive click. "A revenge cold mayhaps, but undoubtedly sweet."

Better to imagine what dark machinations Renar had than to dwell upon how far the Iron Rose Knights have fallen, to accept those such as Lucas as full-fledged members of the same rank as the late Sir Rickert. What value was there indeed, when the only one who possessed the mythological capability that made the Iron Rose Knights subject to so many epics was an unaging vampire? Her expression didn't darken though, not this time. "Alas, the boy won't accept becoming an archer. I've doubt he would even handle a spear, except for a joust. Or self-pleasure."

...

Serenity coughed.

"Regardless, Lucas idolizes Sir Gerard, no? He's more liable to listen to one he respects than a girl his own age, if we speak of someone to instill sense in him." From a rack, Serenity pulled out a length of wood, a good deal taller than herself. Its heft was fine, its length could be better. It was wood though, disposable all the same, so she didn't think too much of it as she prepared to mount her spearhead upon it. "Or perhaps the Flower's taken him under his wing. Reckon he's the lucky sort?"

Or would their individual idiocies become magnified, until the fools leapt skywards to skewer themselves upon pike formations?

[Assistant]
Lucas was like a well-oiled machine - head down and spoon shovelling - as he devoured the last of the pottage. It still amazed him, just how tasty something so simple could be. Like the grand gates and entrance of castle Candaeln; it would never get old. As the food in the bowl disappeared and the spoon became ineffective, Lucas dropped the utensil and picked up the bowl itself, pouring the last of it down his throat. He was in heaven already, and he hadn't even gotten to his favourite; Lamb on the bone with roasted potatoes and gravy.

"Reon, lad, save some for the rest of us, will you," was the comment from one knight, a few seats down and across the table. He was with two others and had been distracted enough from his own conversation to interrupt Lucas' bliss.

After putting the bowl down, Lucas scratched the back of his head sheepishly, closed eyes and a smile. It was met with some laughter.

"You eat like it's your last meal."

That resonated with Lucas and he bounced back, "Well, you never know when all this will come to an end. One minute you're flying high. Next; you're carrion. Or worse."

Worse, for Lucas, would be being thrown out of the Order, left on the streets to live with his failure. Dying for the cause would most definitely be preferable. It was all borrowed time, anyway. He should've been dead already, or a slave in unknown lands. His entire existence, at present, was a free shot at honour and glory he was never born for. Never worked for. In spite of the relatively small hardships that had come in his few months of being a 'Sir Lucas Storm,' it still all seemed to good to be true. Perhaps it was partly why he threw himself into the very front lines of the vanguard in his first battle - to use his own life to spare a more deserving knight from the fate of a probable death.

It was certainly partly why he got as much of this gourmet cuisine down his gullet as humanly possible!

"Aye, that holds true for any warrior," another of the three replied. "As good a reason as any."

Lucas wasn't far into his third course when Sir Fleuri joined him at the table.

"Sir Lucas," Fleuri greeted him...

"Flueri," he announced joyfully, before realising himself and awkwardly correcting his words. "Sir Fleuri... I mean."

"It's good to see you're unscathed."

"Thanks, you too, my friend." It was satisfying to think that he might've bonded with a comrade after standing shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield. It was more likely that Sir Fleuri was simply being polite, but Lucas couldn't help but romanticise the situation. Before this, his only experience of battle was in romanticised books, after all. As far as he was concerned, they were gods-damned warrior brothers who'd daringly took on outnumbering odds, plus a beast of legend.

"That battle got rather hectic, didn't it?"

"Sure did," was the reply. "I still can't believe we got through all that fire... fire both metaphorical and literal." He laughed, the lamp chop in his hand, dripping gravy onto the table. Gypsy table manners didn't exactly measure up to the standards in castle Candaeln. "But of course, I'd have been dead before the battle had even begun, if it wasn't for you." He was referencing the first skirmish, where his impulsive charge had left him in no man's land and the jaws of death. "I appreciate you looking out for me. Can't wait to return the favour... Well, hopefully I won't have to but... you know." The young lad laughed again, unashamed of making a fool of himself.

He took a chomp of his lamb chop and chewed it for a moment before speaking again. "Unfortunately I missed the griffin being taken down. I ended up with my hands full with Jeremiah's prisoners. I had to get them out of there before they burned to ash along with camp. When I got back, the beast was dead. What happened?"

And also, "I managed to leash the griffin. And tie the chain down. Did it help at all?"

The answer to his last question was dripping with hopefulness. Whether 'yes' or 'no,' Lucas would make no effort to hide his reaction - either great pride or disappointment.


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Race: Dwarf
Sex: Male
Age: 90
Class/Job: Mercenary

Description: Durin has jet-black hair, and a medium-length beard that barely reaches his collarbone. He stands at 3 feet tall, a bit short for even a dwarf. His eyes are always scanning his surroundings, and seem to have a hardened and fierce glare. He has a visible scar that runs from the inside tip of his left eye to the middle of his right cheek. He is clothed in black leather armor, and has some light chainmail poking out underneath. He wears black traveling boots, designed for both travel and stealth.

Biography: Durin comes from the prestigous Redfire family, known for both their fierce warriors and fine smiths. Durin grew up in relative comfort by Dwarf terms, hardly having a need for anything. At the age of 15, he was offered the choice of studying to be a warrior or a smith. Durin chose the way of the blade, studying under the finest masters that the Dwarves had. At the age of 22, he "graduated", and was given his two signature blades by his eldest brother, who was an accomplished weaponsmith at the time. At 30, he left his home after having served some time in the Dwarven army, and began roaming the lands as a mercenary for hire. He explained to his family and superiors that he felt that it would do him some good to spend a hundred years or so traveling the lands and learning of other races and cultures firsthand. He is somewhat famous as a mercenary who does his best to complete his contracts, though he never strays beyond a moral "gray area". Somehow, Durin found himself near the village of Reisui, where he heard the lord of the village was seeking contracts for the heads of some orcs.

Possessions:

Weaponry:

On his right hip, he carries a short sword. On his left hip, he carries a long knife. Both weapons were forged by his brother, who left his signature design in the hilts of the blades. The hilts have small rubies and emeralds encrusted in them, making their way in a helix pattern from the crossguard to the bottom of the hilt. The design is only used for weapons made for warriors of the Redfire family, so Durin never leaves his weapons anywhere that he can't see them.

In his travleing pack, he carries several throwing daggers, used for taking out foes at a small distance.

Gear:

He carries a traveling pack, which has several pockets for supplies and gold, as well as a reinforced compartment for his daggers.

Demeanor: Taciturn, but Obserbant and Neutral. Durin doesn't take much stock in appearances of race or wealth or anything, preferring to judge by personality, character, and actions. He doesn't speak much for pleasure, usually keeping things strictly business. He comes across as stern, but is more caring than he lets on, though he has to warm up to you first.

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Alice couldn't believe this day had finally come. The dwarf in charge, Durin, had actually let her join and the Jarl's wife had supported it and offered encouragement. "Thank you, thank you both," was all that the blonde could say. Then when the food arrived, served by a new girl, the brown-eyed human took the dwarf's advice, sat down, and ate. The stew was as delicious and hot as always yet Miss Zukion had to control herself to eat at her normal speed. "You know very well you shouldn't eat too hurriedly. There will be time to grab gear still, Durin said not to worry about that and a guard always obeys their commander, unless the commander gets in the way of doing what's right. But now is not one of those times, just finish up the stew. So the village girl scraped up the last bites, got outside, and dashed to her house.

Her hood fell behind her as she flew past buildings and people, allowing the chill wind to strike her face and her hair to rise behind her like the cloak, but she kept running. The golden-haired child only stopped when she was at the entryway of a modest home, there she took a moment to steel herself before opening it to the smell of her mom baking bread in the kitchen area and humming a traditional jaunty tune. "She hasn't been like this since before Dad died." The girl thought sadly as she snuck past to the place she kept her weapons. As Alice reached the place and opened the chest, the blonde girl thought of the few memories she had left of her father. As she slipped on her leather breastplate, she thought of when he had caught her trying to get into his armour. As she clipped the quiver onto the right side of her belt and filled it with arrows, she thought of when she kept begging him to play while he was fletching some until he finally caved in. As she placed her bow on her back, she thought of when he took her to the training yard and let her try the bows there though they seemed immoveable at the time. As she buckled her sword and sheath to the left side of her belt, she thought of her dad's promise before he went to give her a sword lesson like she been asking for to see if she really wanted to learn it. Then as she strapped the shield onto her back, over the bow, she thought of that day, when Dad was expected to be home and instead was delivered his possessions and the news of his death. She shook her head before she brought back the hurt and pain, today was finally the day she could enact justice upon the bandits and see that no others experienced what she experienced, though revenge was also a powerful motivator.

With this she left the room and sought to sneak out again. But this time, her mother caught her. "Hello Alice, where are you going?"

"Out hunting again," Alice replied. It was the truth, but she knew her mom would throw a fit if she found out it was  Bandit  hunting. "I shouldn't be gone long."

"Well, just take care then sweetie," her mother said. Then she gave her daughter a hug, "Try to come back soon. I couldn't stand to lose you too."

"Don't worry about me, Mom," Alice replied as she disengaged the hug. "Just take care of yourself and your new little one. It probably isn't healthy for it if you're scared to death." Then Alice smiled and waved her farewells as she walked out the door. Her pace though was slower as she went back to the tavern. The brown-eyed teen pondered the while if her mother would be in a similar state she was after Father's death or would soon recover with the new child. But as she reached the tavern, she pushed all such thoughts out of her head. This had been the day she had waited for, she was not going to waste it. With that, she opened the doors and stepped in, prepared to go with the company into the woods.

[Assistant]
She thought for a moment and nodded to Arielle. It was a tad silly thinking she could make a batch of clothing within the day. She didn't have enough yarn, and it was a bit on the chilly side to use any more wool. Valis shrugged to herself, thinking it wouldn't make knitting fun if she were to rush. She slowed down, and hummed softly to herself as she continued.

Although she stopped once Vivian had appeared from the kitchen in the back of the tavern. "That's perfectly fine! It smells delicious, dearie!" the centaur spoke when a bowl was placed before her. She picked out a small carrot and handed it to the sugar glider, who was then too concentrated nibbling on the veggie to acknowledge Bernard for the time being.

Once she began eating that tasty stew, Valis noticed the shield maiden take the two who ran the tavern away from everyone. From the noise of the tavern, Valis could only pick up the gist of what was being said, although she felt rather rude for eavesdropping. It wasn't like the personal lives of the village mattered to her, given she was only staying a few days. However, she couldn't but wonder as to why the two made trips to the mountain apparently everyone month? They could have family over there or something.

At the mention of orcs, Valis couldn't help but think to when they had attacked her own village a few times. Her people often fought them off since many of their warriors were strong and could overcome the brutes. Although what the orcs lacked they made up in numbers. There weren't many attacks during her lifetime but her parents had mentioned the many times they've had to move the herd since the raids were too much to stay in one place.

It wasn't like her home had anything of value the orcs could want and their attacks were most likely territorial. She wondered if Reisui had anything the orcs would want if it were the same. She hadn't had the time to understand orc life or their ways so she wouldn't know. Losing interest, Valis focused back on eating, going over the few herbs she had on her mentally for if she had to use them on the mission.

[User]
Many of the patrons who had crept in over the past hour seemed to all be eager to set out for the bandit hunt that the Jarl's wife and the Dwarf had brought up. Despite Feiia's silence, she was interested in the proposition, even though she wasn't much of a team player these days. The pay sounded too good to pass up, however. But when Feiia saw the young hunter, Alice, her motivations for joining shifted quite substantially. Although their encounters had been brief, Feiia knew Alice well enough to know that she was still very young, seventeen if memory of their first meeting was correct. It was touching to watch the girl's initial enthusiasm and the Snow Elf found a great warmth in her heart as she was reminded of the fire she had when she was younger. Her feelings didn't distract Feiia from the potential of it being very dangerous for someone inexperienced like Alice, but Feiia was no different when she set out from the orphanage.

Food interrupted Feiia's trip down memory lane as she quietly ate while she watched events continue to unfold. It was all kind of bore but when the Jarl's wife made a move to pull both the Drows for a private conversation, Feiia couldn't resist. She carefully got up and nonchalantly stepped past the other patrons in order to lean up against the closed door to the private section of the inn. She crossed her arms and continued her idle viewing of the tavern but all of her focus was put to trying to listening through the wall.

"...think the orcs have abandoned" ~Yadda yadda~

It was muffled and Feiia missed a few syllables but she got the gist of the conversation. Perhaps it wasn't safe to stay here anymore as those concerns sounded very much like ill omens for the village. But go where? Feiia didn't think of many options before she overheard their conversation coming to a close.

"Thank you, and I will help out where I can."

Covertly, Feiia stepped past the patrons of the tavern again. On her way across the busy hustle of the patrons, she tapped the dwarf from behind and as she brushed past him, she said just above a whisper "I'm in." She gave the dwarf a wink and continued on towards the front door of the tavern. Again, she found the wall by the door and casually leaned up against it, observing everyone else. She nodded at Arielle as she made her departure and only moments later, saw Alice step in.

Feiia delicately placed a hand on the young girl's shoulder and waited for the Alice's attention. The girl was carrying more items than when she had first entered and had likely made a trip home. "Careful. You'll never know when you might see her again." Feiia spoke softly as her stout, strong expression and roguish grin finally gave way to a something a bit more solemn, as if mourning. Of course Feiia was referencing Alice's mother as Feiia had heard the tales. But even more than that, Feiia was recalling her own experiences of leaving someone you love.

Feiia gently lifted her hand from the girl's shoulder and very tenderly, almost motherly, brushed her thumb along Alice's cheek, giving the girl a kind smile. "You'll do fine. If you need anything, I'll be there."

[Assistant]
Durin nodded to the girl when she set the food down in front of him, asking what drink he wanted. "If you've got any Dwarven ale, I'll take it. If not, your strongest ale." Durin gruffly replied. He didn't care too much for what the other races called "ale", but Dwarves liked their drinks strong, anyway. As he ordered the ale, he passed the girl 20 gold pieces. "Do what you wish with what's leftover." Durin told her. After all, the reward from the Jarl had replinished his coffers easily enough, plus he had more coming on the way with the upcoming bandit hunt.

As Durin started on his stew, the shield maiden gave her approval as well, even being nice enough to give Durin some tips on how the girl would be useful. Best to have her as a forward scout. I'd better be right behind her, though. Never know when unexpected trouble could come about. the Dwarf thought to himself. It was shortly after that when Arielle pulled the two Drows away from the rest. Durin heard the muffled sounds of conversation, but didn't really care what it was about. Shortly after, the elf maiden came and told Durin that she'd be heading back, and that he was fully in charge of the hunting party. The Dwarf nodded respectfully, though his mouth was too full of the delicious stew to properly thank her.

Durin watched as the human girl practically inhaled her stew before rushing to get her gear. The Dwarf sighed. First sign of a newbie adventurer was how much they tended to rush things. By the time the girl had gotten back, Durin had only just finished his stew. As he spotted the human, he waved her on over. He wanted to get some idea of what he was dealing with...

"So, according to Lady Arielle, you know the lay of the land quite well. List of things to keep an eye out for, natural or otherwise." Durin said to her. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew the dangers they'd be dealing with, besides the obvious bandits. Durin glowered at his empty stew bowl. Bandits were a sore spot for him. They tended to be wily and desperate when backed into a corner, which is when the got unpredictable. And unpredictable meant dangerous in Durin's line of work.

Durin glanced over at the centaur, paying attention to anything Alice told him. The centaur certainly didn't have the look of a fighter. Perhaps she was a healer of sorts. If so, she'd be invaluable in the upcoming hunt. Healers were always nice to have around, as they generally kept people alive.

In the meantime, the Dwarf turned his eye to the Winter Elf that had spoken to Alice. He knew it was her that had expressed interest in the hunt as well, as Durin had seen the wink. As he studied her, he gave a curt nod to indicate his approval. After everyone had finished eating, he'd announce the start of the hunt.


[System]
{ "A hero? Heh, no. Heroes save people, I just make bad people go away." }

- General Characteristics -
| {Full Name} |
Emil M. Sauer

| {Nickname/Callsign} |
Emil

| {Age} |
25 years old

| {Gender} |
Male

| {Face Claim} |
Joshua Sasse

| {Dialogue Color} |
ORANGE

| {Appearance} |
Emil stands 185 cm tall, has dark brown hair and hazel colored eyes. His facial hair is well kept considering his wastelander background. Even if Emil does not eat as much as he would like to, he has an athletic build that suggests that he is no stranger to manual labor and the like. He has numerous scars littered across his body but the most prominent of which is a scar on his back. Other than the scars, he has fair skin leaning towards the brown side of the spectrum.

- Psychological Profile -

| {Personality} |
Emil has a levelheaded and friendly demeanor that gives a strong vibe of 'that one guy whose everyone's friend.' Though, in truth, this is a coping mechanism to repress painful memories of the past and a means to ensure he has control over his emotions for the most part. Due to this, Emil has little to no issue to working with others. Though he would prefer to have the company, he is more than capable of working by himself.

Though once he recognizes you as someone evil or irredeemable, his eyes grow cold and fill with killing intent...as if someone flipped a switch inside of him.

| {Fears/Limitations} |
Emil enjoys the taste of alcohol a little too much. He claims that the act of sharing a drink with others makes the taste more satisfying and forms strong bonds, but he only wishes to dull the pain of the nightmares that haunt him every other night. He also dislikes the dark very much.

| {Place of Origin} |
Emil was born in the town of Jacksonville, Oregon to a small family of four. After the escaping slavery, he relocated himself and lived and worked in various cities in California under NCR control.

| {Background} |
Born in May 22, 2262 in a small farming town of Jacksonville, Oregon. Emil was the youngest in the small family of brahmin ranchers. Even though he was the youngest of his siblings, he did not let that stop him from getting into shenanigans and misadventures with his older brothers. May it be simple pranks or exploring some nearby abandoned buildings for stuff to sell for caps, Emil was never left out much to the worry of his parents. Emil's curiosity and interest in machinery sprouted at the young age of 8, when spending time with one of his brothers when he was fixing the family's radio. He found the act of repairing and fixing something so complex in a matter of minutes so impressive that he himself started to learn how things work so that he could fix 'em when they break. Years of hard, but honest, work as well as interacting with others gave him a good work ethic and a number of skills he still uses to this date.

The peaceful farm life was a dream come true to those many tired and weary souls sick of the harshness of the wastes...but peace is something very transient in a place like the wastes. It was the late fall of the year 2274 when a group of slavers had set their predatory eyes upon the small town of Jacksonville. The town's militia was equipped to defend against small curious critter and the occasional small band of lightly armed raiders, not against 50 heavily armed slavers. It was a one sided slaughter and the slavers seized the whole town in under one night. The slavers segregated the townsfolk into groups. Men and women. Adults and children. Assets and liabilities... The slavers killed those that were deemed liabilities to them; may it be the ones who resisted and refused to submit, the sick, the old, or the crippled. They killed without mercy or humanity. Emil still has nightmares about what happened to his family.

It was also the last time he tasted freedom for years. It took 8 long years for him to finally get an opportunity to escape this hell. The price was costly. Three bullets in the back costly. He had wandered for hours and he was at the brink of death when a tall man with a hooded field jacket rescued him and nursed him back to health. The man's name was Felix. Felix would be the one to teach the young Emil how to take control of his emotions to prevent the hate and malice that filled his heart to the brim from consuming him, but rather transforming that hate and malice into a resolve to deliver punishment to those deserving. After learning that lesson, Emil spent the next couple years learning various things like: handling energy weapons, surviving off the land, crafting items, and creating and using explosives. When Emil learned all that he could learn, Felix sent his student off.

He dedicated the next few years of his life to protecting others while seeking and destroying evil he found as best he could. People may have called him a hero, but he considers himself to be just some mercenary that has his heart in the right place.

The Pariah would soon take notice of Emil and offer him a job...

- Survival Characteristics -

| {Non-Combat Skills} |
Can I Take a Look at That? = Emil has a thorough knowledge of maintaining and repairing items. He is also capable of modifying them if given the proper workplace and materials.
We Could Probably Eat It. = Emil is an experienced survivalist and can make meals/drinks out of the most unlikely of items...most of the time.
I Can Make Something From These... = Emil knows a number of crafting recipies and can make a multitude of items given proper materials.
Jack be Nimble. = Emil is light on his feet and is more agile than the average individual.
Got a Nice set of Pipes = Emil, believe it or not, likes to sing operatic music and other old world music.

| {Possessions} |
Durable Knapsack
 Dried Food and Water
 Bottle of Rum
 Bundle o' Meds
 Tool Roll
 Spare Parts (Varied)
 Crafting Materials (Varied)
 Sleeping Roll
 Flint & Steel
 Worn Picture
 Spare Gas Mask Filters
 Hand held lamp/Power-bank (Solar Powered)
 Plain looking Package
 Lucky Pendant

| {Combat Skills} |
Laser Commando = Emil prefers the use of energy weapons, lasers in particular, and is very skilled at using them.
Explosives are fine too. = Emil knows how to create and effectively use his explosives in both in and out of combat situations.
That all you got? = Emil has experienced a difficult life and it shows. It has been tried and tested that Emil is more durable than average individuals.
Packs one HELLUVA Punch = Emil's energy flintlock is not for show. It produces a beam so strong it pierces thick plates of armor and bone with terrifying ease at the cost of 1 full Electron Charge Pack.
Reflexes of a Caffeinated Weasel = Emil's difficult life and line of work make it so that he can react and respond to situations at the drop of a hat.

| {Gear} |
1 x Laser RCW "Cruel Virtue" (Scoped w/ Enhanced Capacitor)
1 x Energy Flintlock "Hope's End"
1 x Survival Knife "The Huntsman"
1 x Cloaked Riot Armor and Gas mask
3 x Bundles of Dynamite (3 sticks each)
20 x Electron Charge Packs

[User]
December 3rd 2286 - 15:00
Fleetwood Subway Station - Last Light

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Before them the wall loomed. Dark and terrible, it was made from the carcasses of destroyed vehicles, collected rubble and whatever else could be collected by whoever had taken it upon themselves to seal the ruins beyond. So close to the border it didn't matter what time it was, it was always night here. Mutters of discontent could already be heard, the gathered dozen or so already present staring up into the rain that at any moment could become acidic. They, like many others, had been called to the Necropolis by some cause or another, and just like all others they were feeling second thoughts upon being presented with the reality of their quest. Perhaps it was the lingering silence that hit upon them the most, only the gentle drip of raindrops upon pavement breaking it. No gunshots, screams or creatures calling into the wild. Just the shifting of the city's bones and the ever present rain.

Someone called out to them from a nearby subway tunnel, one of three still somewhat intact that lead straight into the city. It was where this group had decided to meet, and their route inside. And so they descended into the depths one by one, leaving behind the deserted suburbs above.

While above there was only the rain and the picked-clean ruins of the city streets, below was an almost jarring shift. Candles burned along the handrails and walls, small offerings of preserved foods and water for any brave enough to face the Necropolis. A few lived within, making a home of the station's former control booth and greeting each adventurer with a face that was both warm and foreboding at the same time. These people had seen many like them, and knew that any who chose to take to the rails and push forward would not return. So they had dedicated themselves to ensuring that the last face they would see would be one of hope and warmth, at the very least to ease their passage.

This particular group was more diverse and unruly than most they had seen, drawn from across the East Coast and a few from beyond. A man quietly counted pills in a lunchbox, one of a few medics that had been selected, while another nervously did the same with bullets. To the side a small group of three sat together and whispered softly to each other, eyeing up the others with undisguised concern. Their jackets bore the mark of a red talon on the breast, making it easy to assume they were remnants of the ill-fated Talon Company. Crunching of pavement and the mechanical hiss of well-oiled joints and pneumatics announced two more entering the subway tunnel. Brotherhood of Steel paladins, one bearing a star upon her shoulder and with helmet mag-locked to her waist, the other taller by a decent foot and trying his best to show some form of camaraderie with the others. The woman, Khaliya as identified by the holotags around her neck and conversation with the man, did not. Instead her emerald eyes scanned across each in turn as if evaluating them and afterwards she turned to her companion.

"He's not here." She said firmly, keeping her tone low and staying close. It took little to pin down exactly who she was speaking of, as a few of the others had already drawn the same conclusion. Their mysterious benefactor was not present despite instructions to meet them at this specific location by this time. Already the group was growing restless, and with their varied backgrounds that had enemies in the same camp, she felt as if standing in a tinder box with a match nearby.

[Assistant]
Bailey lays on an old Subway Bench next to the ticket booth, A old, decrepit radio is perched on the window of the ticket booth. It's signal is weak but what can be heard through the bursts of static are verses of a song known as "Crawl out through the fallout" by Sheldon Allman.

She sits quietly singing to herself, It's almost a whisper but while she's by no means the wastelands next famous singer she's not bad either. As she sings she looks up at the roof of the subway as if remembering better times.

"Crawl out through the fallout, baby
To my loving arms
Through the rain of Strontium-90
Think about your hero
When you're at Ground Zero
And crawl out through the fallout back to me!"

She tilts her head toward the door and ceases singing as she recognizes the mechanical clunking and hissing of power armour, Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of the two brotherhood paladins surveying the scene. Her brain runs into overdrive as her hand slowly slide down towards her laser rifle tucked along side her on the bench out of sight. She eyes up the others in the subway with even more suspicion as the paladins enter wondering if this was all just an elaborate scheme to lure out Enclave Agents she quickly dismisses this thought as if that were the case they would have brought more troops. She decides to keep her hand on her rifle and try to keep calm, She looks them over as the moments of her brothers death in subway tunnels not too different from these play back in her mind until she spots one of the paladins weapons.

She feels a familiar burning sensation in her shoulder as she remembers when she saw that weapon. That "Sword" was one of the last things she remembers seeing before she got hit at Rockland. She remembers it's user cutting a swathe through her friends even while she was being evacuated. She stares at them the hatred still burning inside her despite the years since, She returns to staring at the roof trying to remain anonymous and wishing them away while she waits for "Pariah" to arrive.

[User]
With an almost child like wonder in his eyes, Emil gazes upon the numerous knickknacks and doodads the ruined station had to offer him. "Whoa. Never seen anything like this back at home." He muttered to himself quietly as his gaze wanders the area. The quiet echoes of the rain along with the gentle light coming from the numerous lit candles gave the station something of a cozy-ish atmosphere. Though really what this place could use is some music, and that old radio perched on the ticket booth window was not properly supplying it. That was something he had to fix stat.

Two individuals wearing power armor had walked into the area, a shocking sight but he simply hopes they don't make a ruckus of the things here. Doing his best not to bother anyone, he makes his way to the radio and gives it a once over. 'Hmm...a Radiation King Zenith, Model 7. Kinda rare model but should be easy enough to fix.' Emil thought to himself as he set down his backpack and pulled out his roll of tools. Soon he had picked apart the radio and discovered that a number of components had been chewed by some critters and due to that caused the radio's issues. With a quick replacement of a few components and a couple of creative rewiring jobs, the radio was now properly broadcasting the clear music throughout the small area. A smile graces his face as he returns his tools back to his bag before taking a seat beside his bag below the window. He began to hum to the tune of the song he had never had heard before, but as soon as he was getting to know the lyrics of the song, the radio had changed to the next track.


[System]
Character Skeleton
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Booksexual Heterosexual

Physical Appearance: Zachary, a Caucasian, is slightly shorter than others his age, and he's a little bit chubbier too. He's got blue eyes and short bright brown hair, which he likes to cover with a red hunting cap (Go Holden! Catch in the Rye Like a Boss!). His preferred style of clothing is anything that's RED, and mostly casual short sleeve T-Shirts, plus jeans. He's got a small backpack (blue) that he always wears when he's outside, even when he's not going to school or the like.

Personality: Zachary is mostly quiet and asocial - he rarely makes any attempts to talk to people, and when conversation is made with him he often tries to end it as quickly as possible. He is capable of having friends, and indeed he does have people he trusts (though he's not in close contact with any of them currently), but he generally prefers isolation over the company of others.
Zachary enjoys reading fiction, from Neil Gaiman's darkly fantastical American Gods to Salinger's Catcher in the Rye to Roald Dahl's short story collection, and rarely bothers with anything else if he can get away with it. He likes to go outside to read when he can, and smell the fresh air as he flips the pages - and he does this with the knowledge that people can and probably will pester him.
When in danger, Zachary likes to confront his opponents head-on. He's not very good at it - the one time he was mugged, he tried to throw his bag at the man and steal his knife, but all he got for that was a concussion and no money. And no bag. And no phone. And no keys.
Yeah.

History: There's not much to say about Zachary; he was a normal, albeit introverted, boy for his whole life. He'd had a bit of a bullying problem in his grade and high school years, but it was never so bad that he was traumatized, and his attitude towards his tormentors was such that their relationship wasn't entirely negative.
His parents were never entirely happy with how he was, but they rarely knew what to do to help him, so he was largely left alone to read.
When he got into college - a very nice college mind, one that his parents might have pulled some strings to get him into - he took a Computer Science course and promptly flunked out on account of being too busy reading fiction. Now, he's living alone in a studio, on a meager monthly allowance from his parents and on his pay as a part-time dishwasher. He's also back in a community college, once more taking a Computer Science course and doing substantially better than before, even if he's a bit too preoccupied with his novels.

Zachary's always had some stomach problems - he gets stomach aches for apparently no reason, and sometimes he has trouble keeping food down even when he's not full. They've started getting worse, though. He thinks he saw blood when flushing the toilet.

Demon CS
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Soul Name: *Caeshun

Soul Meaning: That which is bound by Fate

Demon Class: Ghoul(above)

Magic Class: (Optional 85% of demons have one) **Illusion - this is how he'd get through the day without puking at his face in the mirror.

Appearance: Lovecraftian monster from hell. His tongue is hanging from his left hand and his right hand is covered with eyeballs that are missing from his face. His stomach, made of some jelly-like transparent substance, would store highly corrosive acid alongside his very much destroyed organs. He would absorb his food by placing it into his stomach and waiting for it to liquefy, then feel in very disturbing detail as it moves through his body and gives each and every part of him energy. His face would contain only a mouth, useful only for talking, and a myriad of pores with which he breathes the air around him and distributes paralyzing gas. At will, of course. Any semblance of his physical humanity would be stripped away, just like his skin that is only muscle now.
His legs would be fine, though. Perfectly human. His brain would be completely unchanged, too, so he'd be freaking the hell out about his eyes apparently being on his hand and his stomach apparently being the only way by which he could eat. And since he doesn't have the instincts that aid most beings like himself, he'd be flailing around with no clue what to do.

Other: He eats with his stomach, he speaks with the only large hole in his face (which is surrounded by a bunch of smaller holes for breathing), he tastes with his left hand, he sees with his right.
There is no way he isn't going to go insane.

[User]
In silent agony Ashburn leaned against the wall in the break-room, the painted brick supporting his lean six foot frame. His long black hair was plastered to his skin from the heat. His joints protested as he pulled out a bottle of aspirin and took four pills without even thinking.

The pain seemed to be getting worse every day and it was getting harder to hide it from his bosses, especially the head chef. She had eyes that seemed to glare right through him, and he knew she would have no sympathy for a 21 year old with growing pains.

'I thought I was supposed to stop growing years ago' he thought with some humor

He knew he could only hide back there for a few minutes before his tables would start asking for him, so he savored the support the wall offered him. As his watch chimed the hour he knew he could no longer escape, and must again confront the reality of working. With a sigh and a groan he hauled his body, all 135 pounds of it into the kitchen to pick up his table's food. The long bar for pick ups was already full and he could hear the head chef cussing about the hold up.

"Oh goody" he said softly "She noticed"

Hoping to sneak by he quickly grabbed the plates for his table, balancing them precariously on every part of his body that he could. It was an awkward feat and he was sure it looked quite funny, but despite that he managed to get 4 plates of food, 2 appetizer plates and 8 cups into position and walk out of the kitchen. Other than some complaints from his second table it appeared the diners had not noticed his absence to much, a relief for the fatigued student.

Walking back to the kitchen he opened the door to chaos central. The stainless steel kitchen was an absolute mess, with dishes piling up on all sides and enough dirty pots to bring tears to any dishwasher's eyes. Before he had time to remember why he had come in here his lungs suddenly seemed to seize. A panicked gasp escaped his lips as his breathing became labored and stiff, his lungs burning as if on fire. Ash's panicked hands shook violently as he tried to pull his inhaler out from his pocket, but without warning his hands dropped it sending it sliding to the feet of the dishwasher as stars darted across his eyes. Falling against the door frame he tried to call out to the dishwasher over the noise to give him the inhailer but could only manage a panicked and loud squeak as his lungs stopped taking in air.

[Assistant]
Eric arrived late for his shift that day. Another doctors appointment to discuss his heart and lung problems. The doctor also had something nice to say about his anxiety attacks but lets leave that one alone. As Eric got out of his car he headed into the shabby diner. There was a female hostess at the front who greeted him. Eric always wondered how she could be so fake, that girl hated her job and talked about hating it every break they had together. He pushed the question down and continued on to the kitchen so that he could start his day. When he walked through the door Ash was on the floor. He knew Ash because they worked together, and he thought they were decent friends, one of his few at the job. There was a crowd around him, some looked confused and others looked worried. He rushed over and began looking for his his inhaler.

"Where is his inhaler anybody know?" Eric asked in a American-German accent the onlookers, they all shook their heads but the dishwasher came forward with it in his hands. He gave Ash three pumps and he awoke in a coughing fit.

"Are you Okay?" Eric asked and Ash just continued to cough and shake his head no.

He led them back to the break room were things calmed down and Eric pondered one question that was meant for both of them.

"It's getting worse, huh."

[User]
Zachary, having done his good deed for the day by passing whatshisface the inhaler, went back to ignoring the commotion. Some waiter - Ash, that was his name! - having an asthma fit was fun and all, but it was no reason to put his job on hold. He went back to the still-large stack of plates that needed cleaning and started scrubbing them one by one. He silently wondered why they hadn't invested in an electric dishwasher, but he supposed that if the bosses had he wouldn't have this job.

Not that it was a very good job. He'd only gotten this because it was the only one with work hours that worked for him, as a student in the nearby community college, and he wasn't getting a particularly large paycheck for it either. It fortunately wasn't a job with inhumane working conditions - he'd heard horror stories about those sorts of places - but it wasn't exactly accommodating to its employees either.

Scrub, scrub, scrub went the plate. Inhale, exhale, cough went Ash the Waiter. Eventually they left - taking those distracting coughs with them - to what he figured was the break room, and Zachary was rather happy about that. Coughing was almost as annoying as the sound of styrofoam rubbing styrofoam, and though it wasn't like there was much to distract him from, he still found himself irate when he worked while Ash coughed like that.

He wondered, idly, who would pick up the slack while Ash was sick. It was a rather busy day today, and they needed every hand available. He just hoped he wouldn't be asked to wait people. He probably wouldn't be - he wasn't trained in waiting (waitering, he wondered?) and he wasn't exactly ideal, being so asocial. Still, the plate stack was small enough that it could be left alone for a few minutes, and he wouldn't be surprised if his boss came up with the bright idea to delegate jobs to those without much to do.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance:

Personality:
Kyurai is a prideful individual. He won't condone any trickery or deceit, by all means he's honest--to a fault. Honest doesn't mean kind however, as Kyurai is short-tempered and often a rude speaker.

Bio:
Amnesiac. One day, a 10-year old Kyurai found himself in the middle of nowhere without memories and with electrical powers to boot. After a little walking through the wastelands Kyurai found a lab, where he was taken in and looked after by the researchers. Of course,they had an ulterior motive, they wanted to figure out and replicate his powers. While they didn't quite manage to replicate his powers, their constant urging made it so that he got plenty of training with them.

After little over a year a vicious storm hit the lab and it wouldn't go away. Three days of constant storm raged on before the researchers agreed to send Kyurai out there to calm the storm. Having successfully done this, Kyurai figured out what had caused the storm, a Raiju he would come to call Raika.

In the following twelve years he and Raika would continue improving and practicing with their powers, eventually coming to master them. His life at the lab has been rather peaceful and while a lot of people with powers were brought to aid the research, they were forced to stay silent about him and his powers.

Element: THUNDAH
Power 1: Eye of Truth
The ability to (literally) see through lies. To Kyurai it seems as if people have an aura around them, those with intentions that conflict with his appear to have a purple-black aura while those that align with him seem to have white auras. If someone tells a lie their aura flares up.
Location: A lab with its own power plant.
Family: M.I.A.
Friends: The people at the lab
Sentimental Attachment:
Other:

Pet Name: Raika
Pet Age: 12
Pet Gender: Female (?)
Pet Species: Raiju
Pet Power: Lightning/Thunder Manipulation
Pet Appearance:

Pet Personality:
Raika is loyal and observant. In combat she is ruthless and violent, destroying most everything in her path, occasionally even forgetting her master. As a creature mostly composed of lightning, Raika doesn't eat or sleep.
Raika is only waist-height, but will step up to opponents of any size if allowed to.
As a well-trained "dog", Raika listens to the command of her master and most usually not take direct action unless ordered to.

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[User]
Aquarius

Aquarius was in the middle of sparing with Viper like they did everyday Viper sent a number of ice spike at Aquarius from all sides while Aquarius created a large whirlpool which sucked up the spike Aquarius let herself be carried away by the whirlpool and used it to gain speed once she stopped the whirlpool she shot off like a rocket right at Viper who tired to whip her with his four tentacles but in one swing of her swords she cut all four of the off Viper let out a scream of pain while Aquarius closed the gap and placed her swords at the base of Vipers neck.

"looks like i win again, you really need to work on your defence remember the enemy only need one well placed hit to clam victory"

before she could Finnish speaking she noticed dozens of submarines in the distance and just as meany boats above them all baring the emblem of the king

"Viper you sink the ships ill crush the subs"

Viper just nodded as he swam to the surface and as she raised her head out of the ocean in front of the armada she froze the surface of the water freezing the ships in place she shot out acid out of her mouth covering the ships as the acids burned though the ships the ice began to melt as water began to rush in from the holes formed by the acid within minuets what was left of the ship would be at the bottom of the ocean while Viper took out the ships Aquarius was increasing the water pressure around the subs until they reached their breaking point and where crushed under the immense pressure Aquarius swam back over to Viper

"the kings is sending more and more searches laity and they just keep getting bigger we should head back to Atlantis for now"
Viper just nodded and the two headed back home

Rose

was walking though a large forest on her way to the next town while keeping an eye out for any useful plants and herbs she had collected she eventually came to the town of elderson she always hated this town she always felt uneasy hear with it being the closest to the kings castle she headed to the town market to sell some things on the way she heard someone say something about of chosen ones she didn't know what they meant but it sounded impotent she decided to hid in a nearby bush around and keep listening for the time being

Damien

Damien was sitting in a bar in the town of elderson having a few drinks and listening to the drunks running their moths he always found it pathetic how meany secrets people wold let slip after a few drinks when he saw air ships flying though the sky though the window and decided it was time to make his exit he got up out the bar when suddenly heard heard someone call out at him

"you there in the black hood tune around put your hands up and show us your face"

Damien pulled down his hood and tuned around with a smile on his face to find a dozen or so armed grads who where conducting yet another search he didn't know what they where hoping to find but they always end up running into him sooner or later he Damien raised his hands in the air like he was told and as he did Carbon spikes shot out of the ground impaling the kings solders they stood their dead on their feet Damien walked past them as he headed to the towns gate

Dante

was in a small forest mediating under a wearer fall he had been their for three days now without moving an inch but he suddenly opened his eyes when he sensed the airships pass over head he looked up as she let out a soft sigh it seams the king men where increasing their searchers he then felt three small tremors coming from a small framing village nearby and could sense how panicked they where and he could feel the tension in the air he decided to go and have a look at what was going on and see if he could land a helping hand he got up and walked out of the lake and garbed his cloths of the tree a branch and got dressed and began walking to the village within a few minuets he had reached the edge of the forest Dante made his way to the village as he got closer it seamed most of the people where in their homes he could a man looking up at the sky with his fist clenched

"need help"

Vixen, Spike and Astrid

The three had their order like everyone else they where to head out and conduct yet another search Astrid grew bone wings to search the sky's Spike headed for a sea once there he transformed into a megalodon began to search the seas while Vixen decided to sick to searching villages they all took a squad of golems to help speed things up a little.

[Assistant]
Link

Link was in Skyloft, the city in the sky. Currently he was doing his training exams. These were simple enough and most of them focused on the Guardian Bird of the student. The head master, Gaepora was teaching the students personally today. It was Link's turn to do his exams as he stepped up to the edge of the island, he turned back with a smug smile.

"You do know Storm won't come to catch me, right?"

Gaepora gave an annoyed look at Link. He knew exactly what he meant. It wasn't out of distrust, or loyalty issues. Usually, every Guardian Bird wouldn't hesitate in catching their partner during the fall test, but Link was different. Storm knew about Link's uniqueness, and he knew Link didn't need him if he ever fell. He only came on Link's command.

"Link, you have to do this properly. No using your abilities."

Link gave a small sigh, before shrugging.

"Ok, ok."

He closed his eyes, and rose his arms to the side. Slowly, he allowed himself to fall back and off the island, towards the clouds. He continued to fall while everyone watched wide eyed. This was the first time Link had done this without calling out to Storm or catching himself. Nobody knew what was going to happen. Link grew closer and closer to the clouds, and no Guardian Bird was in sight. Both students and teachers got on their Guardian Bird ready to act any second. Then, just as Link was getting dangerously close to the clouds, everyone turned their heads as a ear piercing screech was sounded. Out of nowhere Storm appeared and flew quickly. He dove down and Caught Link without breaking a sweat. Then Storm landed on the island, allowing Link to get off. He gave a few strokes to him before speaking.

"I never doubted you Storm."

He looked around to see the horror in everyone's face. Gaepora slowly stepped up and let out a sigh of relief.

"You two nearly scared us half to death! Storm could of acted faster, but then again he has always been the fastest Guardian Bird anyone has ever seen. There was no doubt that he could of made that catch. Normally, I would have to fail the two of you due to such dangerous timing, any other Guardian Bird would struggle making a catch like that, but, you two are a special case. You've passed the exam, both of you."

Link gave a small bow before walking towards the edge of the island again. He stared down at the clouds and let out a small sigh. A thoughtful look came upon his face.

"I always wonder, is there anything beyond the skies?"

Gaepora slowly walked up beside him and looked down to the clouds as well.

"Nobody knows. There are hundreds of theories, but the strongest one is that whatever was down there, if anything is nothing but ruins. People believe that humanity sent the city of Skyloft into the skies to stop the chaos and destruction that was happening on the surface world, and after hundreds of years later, the surface world became destroyed, no more and Skyloft remained to be the last of humanity, but of course that is only a theory, it's all we've got. It's too dangerous to go beyond the clouds to find out for sure. The Guardians can't see through the clouds and they would be flying blindly."

Link looked to him, listening intently before looking back to the clouds. He knew he was different though, he and Storm wouldn't have that problem. He could actually go down there if it just weren't forbidden. He let out a sigh and gave a simple nod.

"I could change it all though, but I understand. It's forbidden, and that's something I'll never be able to change."

Gaepora gave a simple nod before walking away. Slowly, Link turned around and followed.

Kai Hioska

Kai was laying down on the grass, tired to do anything else. He had been starting fights all day, whoever he came across and he beat every single one of them. Admittingly, they had no power so they were at a disadvantage but using his powers all day tired him out. He closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing himself. Although a few minutes later, the earth began to shake violently. He could hear sounds of movement in the distance, he slowly opened his eyes and let out a sigh. Slowly he forced himself up and flew to the skies slowly and as expected, there they were. Dozens of War Tanks were headed his way. It was another Search. He was good, but he wasn't good enough to take on the Elemental King's army. No way, not a chance. He landed to the ground and began to walk through the field. He would have to go through and around to completely avoid them. Last time he tried to fight a search party, he was almost killed.

Slade

Slade laid down on a paper bed that he had lazily created himself. The day was just dragging on and there was nothing to do. His paper bed was placed near the edge of the village in the shade. There he caught a nice breeze while being safe from the sun. However his lazy relaxation was short lived as soldiers, golems and even tanks came through the village. His eyes opened lazily, and he let out a yawn. Didn't they know they were disturbing the peace every time they put out a search for god knows what? It was every damn day! He sighed and forced himself to get up at the sounds of fighting. There was no way he was getting to sleep with the search going on and whatever else was happening. Slade rubbed his eyes before holding out his arm. Suddenly the paper vanished up his sleeves. Afterwards he slowly walked forward and turned to look at a small group of people talking, overhearing something about chosen ones.

Sanata

Sanata slowly walked through a old mining town. She had no business here, she was just passing through. She didn't expect anyone to be around as she passed through. After getting about halfway, she stopped when she saw what seemed to be a metal dragon of sorts with a strange man. She stared at him for a moment, before looking to the metal dragon.

"That's a strange creature, what is that? Did you create make that yourself?"

Of course, by 'make' she meant make it with hands. She had no idea that she was looking at one of the Chosen Ones. She stepped forward for a moment and slowly petals of flowers began to come from her hands and begin to surround here. She was just making sure that she was ready just in case the thing attacked her.

Zuko

Zuko listened to the King and gave a quick nod to him. He then turned around and walked out of the tower slowly. Once out, he thought about where he would search first. After a moment of thinking to himself, he decided he would begin his search at the grave yards. He gathered his energy quickly, and flew off towards the nearest graveyard. Once there he began to look around. He destroyed graves, ruined tombstones, killed flowers and generally wrecked the entire graveyard as he searched through, he kept doing this over and over again going through every graveyard he could find, searching for the Chosen One of Darkness.

[User]
"Kyu~" A familiar voice called. Kyurai was sitting on an electric tower near the laboratory he had grown up in. The woman calling him was prof. Kyouka, she was one of the scientists at the lab, yet she always seemed to have his best interest in mind. "I was worried about you! What if you were to fall and break something?" Her aura was an unchanging soft-white that hadn't once flared up since he obtained this new power only he knew about. In response to her concerned remark, Kyurai stood up and jumped down, met by a bolt of lighning on the way down. This bolt struck about a foot away from prof. Kyouka, yet she stood there, unflinching, smiling even. Kyurai had attempted to scare her, but clearly he had failed at this. "Fine, let's go professor--and stop calling me Kyu. He said as he started walking, prof. Kyouka followed, but responded dryly. "Never, you should just call me by my name too." "Never."

Back inside, prof. Kyouka grabbed a noteblock from a counter and the pair headed into a room. For Kyurai who had been doing this 13 years now, this was just a simple routine, though no progress had ever been reached from it. Prof. Kyouka started the checkup, reading up the questions from the noteblock.
"How are you feeling?" "Just fine, healthy as always."
"How are your powers?" "No abnormalities."
"Have you been eating properly?" "Prof. Kyouka, that's not one of the questions."
"Well, have you?" "Could we go to the next question, please?"

The questioning went on like this for a while until eventually all questions on the list had been answered. Once outside, Kyurai returned to the electric tower, he didn't dislike the laboratory, but recently he had begun to appreciate the quiet and the solitude. Meanwhile, Raika soared through the clouds, watching, ready to warn her now sleeping master at the first sign of danger.


[System]
Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Brad has the appearance of a meathead. Large (6'3") and bulky (208lbs), he can be quite intimidating, especially due to his upright posture that almost never bows. His dark brown skin contrasts with his short, shaggy blond hair. Not the kind that is filled with product to look like he just woke up; it's messier and less intentional. His dark brown eyes are often squinted, which lends to his scary look. The reason is he refuses to get glasses and figures he'll just adapt to it. However, puberty was not entirely kind to Brad as his face is riddled with acne, with some slight scarring when he used to scratch at it mercilessly.

Personality:
Brad is neither a gentle giant nor an aggressive goon. Brad is a very serious teen, filled with focus to do the best he can. He can often come across as standoffish, which while not his intention, isn't something he worries about fixing. He has a distaste for violence but admits it can have some useful applications in dire situations. He has high hopes for himself and is hopelessly stubborn. While he isn't often one to start joking around, he does jump in if someone else starts the silliness. He has a very set in stone view of morality and a weird reverence of 'the Light'. Together, they form his strict code of honour he holds himself (and often times others) to.

History:
Brad was born to an engineer and a stay-at-home dad, the second of four children. His parents taught him a very important lesson from a young age and that was to chase your dreams. After all, if you didn't, who would? Brad's dream was to become a professional football player, as a wide receiver. He had the speed and the strength to break through tackles, so it looked like a sure thing. Unfortunately, during a practice, he badly pulled a hamstring and, while in pain, got tackled in a way that concussed him. Doctors suggested he take on another dream. After months of heated arguments with his parents and doctors, Brad finally relented and returned to a back-up passion: Duel Monsters. He quite enjoyed playing Noble Knights, as he felt a certain connection with the honour of the knights. However, after being mocked for being so straight-forward, he decided that upon arrival at the Duel Tower, he would prove that he was as smart as he was tough.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Noble Knights / LIGHT Warriors

Chosen courses:
Standard Dueling, Standard Summoning

Chosen Structure Deck:
Space Invaders!

Custom Structure Deck List:
Monsters (20)
Des Feral Imp x 1
Gale Lizard x 1
Oshaleon x 1
Worm Apocalypse x 1
Worm Cartaros x 2
Worm Dimikles x 1
Worm Falco x 1
Worm Jetelikpse x 1
Worm King x 1
Worm Prince x 1
Worm Queen x 1
Worm Solid x 1
Worm Tentacles x 1
Worm Victory x 1
Worm Warlord x 1
Worm Xex x 2
Worm Yagan x 2
Spells (10)
Book of Eclipse x 2
Book of Moon x 1
Constellar Belt x 1
Forbidden Dress x 1
Molting Escape x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Pot of Duality x 1
Worm Call x 1
Viper's Rebirth x 1
Traps (10)
Alien Brain x 1
Burst Rebirth x 1
Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1
Damage = Reptile x 1
Damage Gate x 1
Lumenize x 1
Offering to the Snake Deity x 1
Snake Whistle x 1
W Nebula Meteorite x 2
Extra (1)
King of Feral Imps x 1

Chosen Pack:
Duel Terminal 1

Current deck:
Monsters (20)
Alien Shocktrooper x 1
Des Feral Imp x 1
Gale Lizard x 1
Worm Apocalypse x 1
Worm Cartaros x 2
Worm Dimikles x 1
Worm Falco x 1
Worm Jetelikpse x 1
Worm King x 1
Worm Queen x 1
Worm Solid x 1
Worm Tentacles x 2
Worm Victory x 1
Worm Warlord x 1
Worm Xex x 2
Worm Yagan x 2
Spells (10)
Book of Eclipse x 2
Book of Moon x 1
Constellar Belt x 1
Forbidden Dress x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Pot of Duality x 1
Viper's Rebirth x 1
W Nebula Call x 1
W Nebula Fusion x 1
Traps (10)
Alien Brain x 1
Burst Rebirth x 1
Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1
Damage = Reptile x 1
Damage Gate x 1
Lumenize x 1
Offering to the Snake Deity x 1
Snake Whistle x 1
W Nebula Meteorite x 2
Extra (2)
King of Feral Imps x 1
Worm Nebula Zero x 1

Collection:
Monsters (44)
Alien Shocktrooper x 1
Caravan of the Ice Barrier x 1
Chaos Emissary, Apprentice of Nox x 1
Chaos Emissary, Butterfly x 1
Chrysalis Chicky x 1
Deepspace Scout x 1
Deepspace Stunner x 1
Des Feral Imp x 1
Dewdark of the Ice Barrier x 1
Fabled Dyf x 1
Fabled Topi x 1
Final Apocalypse Dragon x 1
Flamvell Fiend x 1
Flint Lock x 2
Gale Lizard x 1
King Pyron x 1
Machina Fortress x 1
Oshaleon x 1
Phantom Cricket x 1
Phantom Dragonray Bronto x 1
R-Genex Oracle x 1
Reese the Ice Mistress x 1
Renge, Gatekeeper of Dark World x 1
Samurai of the Ice Barrier x 1
Volcanic Rat x 2
Worm Apocalypse x 1
Worm Cartaros x 2
Worm Dimikles x 1
Worm Falco x 1
Worm Illidan { The Betrayer } x 1
Worm Jetelikpse x 1
Worm King x 1
Worm Prince x 1
Worm Queen x 1
Worm Solid x 1
Worm Tentacles x 2
Worm Victory x 1
Worm Warlord x 2
Worm Xex x 2
Worm Yagan x 2
X-Saber Airbellum x 1
Spells (15)
Amulet of Ambition x 1
Book of Eclipse x 2
Book of Moon x 1
Chaos Emissary Sanctuary x 1
Constellar Belt x 1
Convert Contact x 1
Flint Missile x 1
Forbidden Dress x 1
Malevolent Nuzzler x 1
Molting Escape x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Pot of Duality x 1
Summoner's Art x 1
The Clockwork Curator x 1
Viper's Rebirth x 1
W Nebula Fusion x 1
W Nebula Call x 1
Traps (16)
Alien Brain x 1
Black Horn of Heaven x 1
Burst Rebirth x 1
Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1
Counter Counter x 1
Damage = Reptile x 1
Damage Gate x 1
Destructive Draw x 1
Dust Tornado x 1
Gift Card x 1
Living on Borrowed Time x 1
Lumenize x 1
Offering to the Snake Deity x 1
Snake Whistle x 2
W Nebula Meteorite x 2
Extra (2)
King of Feral Imps x 1
Worm Nebula Zero x 1

Points:
0.

[User]
As the bell rang, Nathaniel closed his book. He was preparing for class to start, but for a moment, nobody seemed to be doing anything, not even the professor. Just as he was considering opening up his book again, the professor suddenly began to yell at the top of lungs, and Nathaniel couldn't help but wonder if the school specifically tested vocal chords when they hired teachers.

No sooner than he finished had a boy run into the room, seemingly exhausted. The boy seemed to have been really banged up, with bandages covering one side of his face. Nathaniel wondered if he had been one of the victims of the recent attack. He seemed to be in Earth Dorm too, although Nathaniel couldn't really say he saw him before.

The next to arrive was Megan, who proceeded to take a seat next to him. Nathaniel, happy to see a friend, greeted her with a smile.

"Hi Megan. Yeah, I think I got some pretty interesting stuff. How about you?"

[Assistant]
Vincent Gulfus

After everyone had their chat and nothing else was left to say, Vincent left the group. He didn't have much planned after that mini gauntlet of duels yet he did have points, so the only logical option was to buy some cards. Getting up to the card shop before it closed Vincent sent forth his wish for certain cards. "May I please have Dark Armed Dragon, Foolish burial and another Chaos Sorceror please." Vincent asked. Receving the cards he asked for in about half a minute.

Making his way back to the dorm. Vincent felt a shiver down his spine like someone or something was watching him, he was most definitly just being paranoid however so Vincent shrugged it off. If it was someone with a hostile intent. If they were to fight him, maybe they might actually offer a challenge worth fighting. Either way Vincent went to bed. He slept like a log with little care for what happened the next day.

Spent the entire week looking up cards on the internet, dueling the random people that came to challenge him, not to say he didn't challenge a few of his other dorm mates for food and other small luxerys. All in all one could say he basically coasted the entire week away.
One week later

Have you ever been in a Xyz class and literally hanging on every word? That was Vincent or was he just scared of the Colonel getting annoyed at him. Either way he was making more notes in this lesson then the Synchro lesson. As if he had some sort of vigour for the subject. The colonel soon dismissed them and yet the brown haired boy was the last to leave. Why? well he was consolidating his notes. Perhaps he left a little too late because when he checked his D-ciever and noticed the time he was late.

Luckily it was Standard dueling and he already knew a lot about Standard Dueling so he wouldn't miss much.Unluckily was the person running it. Even Vincent had heard the rumours of the man known as Transformer. Why did it have to be the most manly of men. Speaking up Vincent did his best to distract his gaze from looking at most women's perfect man. "Sorry I am late sir, I was trying to learn all I could in the previous lesson and I spent a little too long taking notes." Vincent said bowing slightly trying to act with respect. Before scampering walking off to his seat. He was late and didn't have much to say in his own defence other then he was putting a little too much effort into the method of Xyz summoning.

Vincent had sat down behind Tsukiko he didn't say much, one could just say he was more or less eavesdropping on Tsukikos conversation. Vincent wondered if they hated him, disliked him, wanted to defeat him to reclaim some sort of honour. The thought made Vincent smile. He would be waiting for when that time came with open arms. After all

A Fight is a fight.

Ignia Nosfera

 Ignia's week was uneventful and here she was in the Maths, listening to Ryders description of addition and stuff. Mostly disinterested, Ethel wasn't there so she didn't have anyone to prove anything to. It was just maths and numbers and more numbers. Ignia was tapping on her forehead the entire way through. She had already learned most of if not all this stuff at her old school. She was here for the dueling, not the maths. Either way the lesson was soon over and the budding little duelist with a adverse tendency for the perverse left the maths classroom. Pulling out her D-Ciever she looked at her next class, it turned out to be standard dueling.

That didn't matter though since Ethel was there. Ignias only friend was there and that made the class infinitely better. Ignia began daydreaming for a what seemed like a few seconds about how awesome Ethel is and how much she destroys people with her birds of prey. "Ignia stop." She told herself as she dragged herself back to the firmness of reality. How long had passed. Ignia checked the D-Ciever again and face palmed as she took of running towards the standard dueling classroom. She was one the later ones. Not even stopping to acknowledge the glory of transformer she apologised profusely and walked off. taking the seat closet to Ethel she could sadly due to her lateness she was a seat or two away. You could see the annoyance on Ignias face. Pouting she waited for the lesson to start.

[User]
Between Transformers boisterous speaking and the multitude of late students making their way into the classroom, Brad remained oblivious of the magical glowing card. Not that he would've paid it much mind, seeing how the school seemed to be doing everything in its power to prove that he was living in some bizzaro world where his normal life would be the unusual one.

But all that being said, or well, thought, Tsukiko said something was just a touch too bizarre.

"Unfortunately I don't know what you mean when you talk about friends."

How could someone survive to this age without friends? His first thought was 'family' but, judging how she seemed to imply that they shoved her under a staircase or something, that one got crossed out easily. If nothing else, Brad learned one important thing about Tsukiko: She was tough.

"Well, tha past is tha past, y'know?" Brad looked at Transformer, silently pondering if he would beat Coach in an arm-wrestling competition. Too close ta call. "Nothin' ya can do about it now. Coach always said 'Focus on tha future. That is somethin' ya can change. But not if ya spend all ya time mopin' about yer past.'" Brad gave a slightly uneasy smile, as he took note of the dark circles around Tsukiko's eyes. "School's tha best place ta make friends, y'know? Everyone here likes Duel Monstahs so there's a way ta start makin' friends. Just, y'know, try ya best."