[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance: Selova is a young but tall girl, with long golden hair that is tied to a braid. Her pale skin makes her dark grey eyes distinctive. She often wears her riding cloak and seen on a horseback. Her sword is tied beside her waist, and she has countless calluses along her forearms from the use of her weapon.

Bio:
Selova Ajes is born as the youngest daughter of a local lord. From a young and tender age, she was trained as a squire. She had excelled on her way of the sword, but wasn't good at her own studies. Overall, she led a relatively comfortable life, until her father passed away from an sudden illness.

She was left to her own after her dad's passing, and was declared the most suitable successor to inherit her father's duties. But that would mean her abandoning her dreams of being raised to a Knight, and the worst of all, putting down her sword that she had swung for her whole life. After a couple of weeks of deliberations, she decided to walk away of her home and abandoned what was placed in front of her.

She then joined the Blood Rose Irregulars, and felt like there's more than what she could know in this world. Despite the fact that she would have to throw away her title as a high lady, she felt that it was more worth than to be stuck in a room with administrative duties.

For her two years as a mercenary, Selova became known as the Yellow Wolf. Dedicated at her job, but known to be impatient and rash at times.

Fighting Style
Selova fights mainly with her longsword. Having trained with the sword for most of her life, her sword looks alive and menacing once drawn. Her slashes doesn't resemble slashes at all, it resembles bite marks that eats through targets. But she is known to be impatient and haughty at some times. Her style was like a style of a common knight, and she fights very offensively.

Equipment: Ajes' Longsword - A crescent-marked double edged sword. One of her family heirloom.
She also wears a cloak outside her armour, and is known to stash horseshoes and reins for her horses.

Skills/Abilities: Selova is good at taming horses, having to tend horses as a child. She is a proficent swordsman.

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

[User]
Towering Giant, Repose Until Nightfall...

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A prevalent silence loomed at the moment that question rose. Of course... she would figure it out. They stood out like a sore thumb and if she was there the whole time, she probably even heard. What to say? The old giant release a heavy sigh and rose his jug, ushering the barkeep to fill it up once more. To speak ill of the man was not something he'd accustomed, but more over, he didn't feel the need to filter his words in a moments repose. This young woman was kind enough to give him an ear, and so he would satiate her curiosity, even if was by means of extending a conversation that Hafrbjǫrn started. "Garrett seems indiscernible from the snake-men we fought. But even with my weary eyes I can tell, that even those snakes had honor." Vileness wreaked out of his tone with each syllable that he spoke regarding that man. Perhaps the giant shouldn't have been so foolish as to believe that whatever sum of money was offered was going to be a lie. The luxuries of the guild began to ring smoother tunes onto his thoughts. Yet he couldn't, he and his family were not one anymore, and to reunite in comfort when they still troubled in poverty. It reeked of disgrace, what to do in earnest? Hafrbjǫrn Could not come up with a straight answer as immediately as the guild master wanted, he couldn't do for the mere thought of living under someone that sees him only as another chess piece. After his jug had been brimmed with mead, he stood from his chair and sat opposite to Octavia, this time he could see all her features directly, from the eyes patch, to the hue of the eye lit under the subtle fire. She reminded him of a flower that grew prevalently on the waters of his home, Stor nøkkerose, she seemed delicate almost, yet rigid on some sections.

"You said this was your first journey." the giant spoke with a bit more suitableness than before. Unlike the former company, he could now enjoy good mead, with good conversation. Although he was not much to speak, he could enjoy the stories of another. "I could not see too clearly what had happened in the mix of that battle." The giant spoke as he took a swing of his mead "But I'm sure with polish, you'll gleam like finely tempered steel." He remained silent, but before she could speak he halted "But--" Something in him wanted to pry, yet this was uncalled for. No, he would leave it be, the young lass would be offended and he was just and old giant, alleviating what troubles had garnered in the midst with good company. "What do you think of the guild master? Do you enjoy your time in the Irregulars? As a smith and sell-sword, I am only accompanied by strangers and the chisel." A genuine nature formed at the pit of that question, his son... He was one that wanted to join a guild and had fallen because of it. Since then, the giant grew angry, lonesome and more over curious. What was that the boy found so intriguing in everything? In all this meddling with guilds, perhaps he can finally get some perspective from someone the giant felt could give him a genuine answer.

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Dinner Time: Meeting the New Irregulars

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New faces to add to the bunch. Truly, the guild master knew how to pick them. The giant had half a thought to believe that there might have been some ulterior motive when choosing the new mates. Of course, to him it could be all the different. They were all women, and all seemed to be around or under the age of 25. The giant did not feel too privy to conversation at the moment so he sat quietly at the corner, enjoying solitude and silence.

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Nightime

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The giant had awaited at the gate, witnessing the sneaking's of a rat in knight's clothing. Arms crossed, and sights at the target's behest, a small bullet of sweat dropped from his forehead to his neck the Serim was contemplating the foolishness of his decisions. "Did you not think I would be so privy to your escape, Serim?" Garrett remained silent, clenching teeth and blade in hand, prepared to unleashed his fury on the giant, one that this man would welcome with open arms, if it weren't for the circumstances that had presented itself prior to all. "What say you?" The Serim opened his mouth and began to clamor a thought, he murmured under his breath a plan, a strategy. He could sense death loom at the pit of his stomach and he could do nothing. At the gates, in this area at this time of night. Anything could happen, anything could end his life and at the hand of these massive titan of a man, who Garrett has witnessed first hand what his potency was... What could he do? Run? If that was an option he would've done it already, he couldn't all these possession would get left behind and his riches would be for naught. What bullshit, what utter madness!! "Curse you, giant! By the hands of the gods themselves, I will cut you down where you stand!!" Pulling his sword, the Serim charged with massive disdain and disregard for life. Hafrbjǫrn, extended his hands and clamped onto his face, lifting him off the earth and slamming the Serim onto the nearby wall. Garretts back slid the wall, pain coursing through him, trembling at his feet, a cough echoed through the seams of where they stood. And Hafrbjǫrn's cold, apathetic stare locked with the Serim's.

"I warned you... You aught yet to see what I am when I'm angry." The Serim attempted to stand, just to be met with Hafrbjǫrn's boot, pressing him against the wall. "You stay and hear first what I have to say." Garrett's breath was becoming more and more paused, coughing increased, his diaphragm couldn't expand properly, so breathing was becoming more and more like a fleeting luxury to the Serim. "The guild master has paid your debt, and offered me a stay in their home. I intend to take it. So you and mines business is concluded." He released Garrett, who was now furiously gasping and coughing up a storm. Enjoying the sweet delicacy that was oxigen. "I will not bring any more harm upon you. For now, have it etched into your skull however, Serim. That if I ever see you again, I will have your head and mount it up on my garden to scare the crows." He stepped away, as if allowing him the escape, Garrett took not moments hesitation and dashed off at full speed. Hafrbjǫrn witnessed the act of cowardice displayed by a man who couldn't even tell when he was cornered. A sigh escaped him, and so he returned to the Tavern, where all where at their beds. And soon would the giant join them.

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The Morning After

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He appeared again,like rustling roach that he could not shake off. The giant remained at his silence, not telling the events that transpired in the night. However, he would not accept just yet. Not until the Irregulars decided to venture once more to their home, then he will tell the leader his decision.

[Assistant]
Yui Ren
{Last Night}

After her rejuvenating bath, Yui returned to her room to find that her armour had been returned, and her clothes washed. She considered going out to socialize with the rest of the Irregulars, now that they had some down time, but one the other hand that bed in her room was calling to her with the promise of the first decent night's sleep in weeks.

Giving into the siren's song, she flaked out on the bed for the night.

"Remember Your Grace; breath in, sight, exhale and pull. There'll be a delay between trigger pull and firing, so keep your grip strong and wait for the shot." She listened carefully to Sergeant Zao's words as she readied the heavy gun. Taking a breath, Lei set her sight on the target and exhaled as she pulled the trigger. There was a heavy 'click as the hammer snapped forward, followed by the 'chuff' of the priming pan igniting. A heartbeat later the gun bucked as it shot, hurling the heavy ball down range. "Not bad Your Grace." She beamed at the praise.

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{Now}

Getting dressed just in her day to day clothes, Yui made her was to the common room. Collecting a mug of tea, she found herself drawn to Nanami and her singing. Sitting beside the Irregular's little songbird, she starting along humming as she enjoyed her morning tea.

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Isbeil Camshron
{Earlier}
Isbeil listened quietly as Ehri introduced herself to Master Sanada. A skinchanger? I've read about such abilities, but it's said to be a most rare talent. I must make some notes…maybe a close study? After the huntress had said her piece, Isbeil stepped forward and made another small bow.

"I am a mage," She said. "More specifically a dynamic mage. I can accelerate, or halt most objects at will." With her wasted right arm she reached into her robed and produced a small pebble in the palm of her gloved hand. "I can move a simple pebble to speeds great enough to pierce a man's armour, or stop that man cold with a single touch. I can form a wall of air dense enough to halt a cavalry charge in its place or lash out with winds that cut like a razor's edge."

Clasping her hands together, she regarded Jing. "As for where I may be of the most use? I've found I'm most useful in the mid-line; I can support your upfront fighters by shielding them from things like enemy arrows, or I can cover your back line archers or healers. Despite what you may think of my appearance I am more durable than I seem." The corner of mouth curled slightly with a private joke. Shifting her right arm to call attention to it, she went on. "And before you ask or worry about my right side; it is an old affliction that is well healed. There is nothing there that may harm my ability to perform my tasks."

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{Now}

Last night's introduction to the rest of the Irregulars had been rather interesting. Much to Isbeil's surprise, the majority seemed to be women, which would be a nice change. More often than not she'd found herself as the only female party member in a mercenary band; and sadly on too many occasions things had not gone well.

It was a most unique collection of individuals, but then again, sell-sword work tended to attract those sorts of people. Of all of her new companions though, the young 'Octavia' drew most of her attention. The young woman was surrounded by an aura of Dark Magic that Isbeil was pretty sure she'd never encountered before; which was why she was now in a quieter corner of the tavern with her grimoire open as she slowly went through her old notes. After so long simply remembering everything she had encountered or done was impossible, but maybe at some point she'd taken notes. I must find a way to ask her about it; though perhaps once a more stable bond has been formed.

[User]
Selova Ajes
"I'm Selova Ajes," Selova replied, being relieved that she wasn't questioned further on her latecoming, "I fight with my sword usually, and I'm not good in magic. So I fight in the front lines, most of the time I guess,"

The other two newcomers of the mercenary group, Isbeil's introduction sounded okay, but she found Ehri's rather strange to her. She'd never heard of anything like skinchanger or Old Blood, but throughout that part Selova nodded as if she understood what the lady of wolves and eagles was explaining.

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 Tavern

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Selova sat along the table, taking a couple of sips on her goblet of wine. The Blood Rose Irregulars wasn't anything out of the ordinary: just a giant and a one-eyed girl called 'Octavia' who seemed to have drank too much. Being new to the group, she was unsurprisingly the less talkative one, and she found herself nibbing on her plate of steak, pieces by pieces.

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 Morning

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The tavern bed was less comfortable than how it was back home. Stretching out her achy shoulders, she washed her face at the washbasin as she descended the stairs, her yellow hair combed but still untied.


[System]
Age
16
Place of Residence
144 Courtland Street
Personality Traits
Adventurous: Gabi has a zest for life that's undeniably a significant part of her personality. She's never one to sit something out if it sounds fun, especially something new. Though she of course exercises restraint in situations that are obviously and blatantly dangerous, she likes to get out and about and will do just about anything (within reason) once. An experience is nothing to miss out on, and even if it's not anything particularly meaningful, she doesn't consider anything fun to be a waste of time.

Energetic: Befitting someone who likes to be near-constantly doing things, Gabi has a lot of energy. Too much, depending on who you ask. Gabi would definitely be considered an extrovert, as spending time with her friends is a hell of a mood booster in and of itself. She's also decently athletic, and has fun with certain types of exertion like off-road bicycling, hiking, and swimming. Her energy extends to less physically-focused hobbies too. Once you get her talking about her favorite dinosaur, it's hard to get her to stop. God have mercy if you ask anything about alligators.

Affectionate: Gabi tends to be that friend who's very open with friendly affection, physical or otherwise. Whether it's a held hand, an arm draped over the shoulder, or even the occasional platonic smooch to the cheek, if Gabi cares for you and you're comfortable with it, you'll know. Outside of being physically doting, she isn't shy about telling her friends she loves them. She's definitely the type to blast someone with dozens of heart emojis when she's in a particularly good mood.

Superstitious: Nobody could tell you exactly what caused it, but Gabi is a firm believer in things beyond the normal human perception. Aliens? Most likely. Ghosts? Almost definitely. While the expedition turned out to be more a night of goofing off in the woods, Gabi has attended a bigfoot hunt more than once and was firmly determined to capture _something,_ at least before five hours of nothing in particular had passed. All the same, she maintains an interest in cryptozoology, whether local or foreign. It's not her primary hyperfixation, but it intrigues her enough to engage in.

Stubborn: Though she's generally nice and she does her best to be so, Gabi undeniably has something of a headstrong attitude too. She's not one to give up easily or drop a point when she feels it's worth arguing over, and she tends to judge a bit too quickly and hold fast to those perceptions. While not exactly a flagrant behavioral issue, she has a low tolerance for people who aren't outwardly kind and holds grudges for longer than is healthy. Unfortunately, her protectiveness of her little brother has caused him some issues with other kids his age that Gabi doesn't realize she's partially the root of, and when particularly upset, she has a tendency to lash out at people she has grievances with.
Family History/Backstory
Mother: Laura Mendez, née Anglana
Father: Martin Mendez
Brother: Jeffrey Mendez
Grandfather: Yusuf Anglana

Gabi is an Everbrook local. Her grandfather moved from Somalia to America with his daughter during her youth. Her father is of Costa Rican descent and has had family in the state for as far back as their records exist. Gabi's parents met in Everbrook after they had both moved there in the early 2000s, in the midst of a mass migration of Somali immigrants to Maine.

Gabi was born on April 4th, 2004. She was lucky enough to have a good childhood, full of formative interests that would last for years to come. She did, however, experience her fair share of bullying as a young kid, especially throughout middle school. Being of lower class, mixed ethnicity, and displaying signs of some budding mental illness created a rough environment, one that she eventually began to fight tooth and nail against. Gabi racked up a number of infractions, both for minor grievances in class and for engaging in a few full-on brawls.

Despite the trouble she got into, her grandpa supported her completely. It wasn't hard to recognize why some of the shit she got was coming her way in the first place. Gabi naturally grew very close to her grandpa, which made his health's decline all the more harsh on her. In Gabi's freshman year of high school, he became severely ill with intestinal cancer. The severity of his condition necessitated hospitalization out-of-town in Portland, and for the past year, Gabi's made it an effort to visit him as much as possible.

Lately though, that's gotten difficult. Whether it was car issues, road work, work scheduling, or inclement weather, Gabi and her family have been unable to leave the city limits of Everbrook to go and visit him. His antiquated experience with technology has even made so much as a video call near impossible, and the stress of not being able to see him has been getting to her.

Gabi believes something weird is going on. The amount of times her potential visits have been stopped short are starting to feel like more than a coincidence, but whatever it's related to, she has no idea.
Other Info

* Gabi has a lot of fun with off-road biking. She rides and maintains a hardtail mountain bike both for riding in the woods and in town.
* Gabi likes to dance and enjoys EDM. Her other favorite genre is 80's rock.
* Gabi loves both paleozoology and marine zoology. She's by no means encylopedic but she finds those types of animals the most interesting.
* Gabi's favorite animal is the alligator. She had a short obsession with Steve Irwin as a child, and she owns a life-sized alligator stuffed animal. Its name is Al E. Gator.
* Gabi is currently unemployed and believes herself far too stubborn to maintain a job in a retail setting. She's entertained taking a veterinary assistant course after high school or perhaps trying her luck as a zookeeper in a bigger city.

[User]
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Amira silently chastised herself.

"Here, let me see that," she motioned for him to hand her the journal. Apparently, Will's sister had mentioned the mine and Amira instantly felt a lump form in her throat. On occasion, Carl and his family had been invited over her home for dinner. There, he would go on with one of his many stories, one which had been about an incident down at the mine. To her, in the safety of her large, well-lit dining room, the stories never lingered over her. But now, it was a bit more real. Not that Amira had been forced into helping him out, but rather, it was her own curious mind doing the work.

The girl briefly read the entry before giving him back the journal.

"That sounds about right..." Amira whispered to herself. She took out her phone, spending a moment deleting some notifications she'd received in the short time she wasn't paying attention to the device. The girl then tried to do a quick location search on the map but it was awfully slow, too slow for her liking. "I could get us there if only this thing would tell me how," she glanced over at Jessica with a shrug. Amira honestly didn't mind doing the driving, but she'd rather not end up lost somewhere without service. Trying once more, she force closed the app before restarting it again, only to be met with the same fate. "Sorry, it doesn't seem to want to work for me," she added, shaking her head.

[Assistant]
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Location: Court Street, Everbrook Public Library

Date: May 28th, 2020

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"The old mine? It's not that far off from that old, abandoned building up in the hills that looks like someone forgot to clean up after Halloween. The Raeburn Lodge, I think they call it?" Asélie replied, approaching Will and the others. "Anyway, I might just know a couple of bozos that sneak their way in to drink out of sight. I could call and ask them if they would be willing to sneak you guys in later today, but only if you all swear to keep your mouths shut and don't rat anyone out."

Reaching into her pocket, Asélie pulled out her phone and clicked on her contact list. Maybe she was making a mistake bringing them up, considering some of the vibes Asélie had been getting from their motley crew. Some, like Will, gave off the appearance of a goody two-shoes, teacher pet-like character that would crack easily under pressure, and Asélie didn't need any trouble from her parents, the law, or anyone else. But James still owed her some weed, and she might be able to snag a favor down the road for helping Will and the others, so offering to lend a hand would at least kill two birds with one stone.

"So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"

[User]
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 Everbrook Public Library
Court Street. May 28th 2020.

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 "So, what will it be, Will? You in or out?"

The fact that so many had come back to help Will made him sigh with relief. Maybe it wasn't as bad as the Prescott girl had made it out to be. The girls that had surrounded him all seemed willing to at least check the mine out, which meant that he wouldn't be alone in this. "Of course I'm in." he nodded to Asélie.

He looked back at the other girls. "It'll probably be dangerous. I understand if you guys don't want to go too."

[Assistant]
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Everbrook Public Library
May 28th 2020

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 Jessica shook her head before giving a soft smile to Amira as she spoke,"It's alright, shit happens. I can always look it up later but thanks for trying." She should have known better that the signal up here wouldn't be the best. Instead of worrying about the location details, she listened to Asélie explain that she might know a way to get them in which was the first half of any battle. A way in and one that had been successful more than once was better than stumbling in blind and running into problems. "I won't say anything, the last thing I want is to rat someone else. Besides, if I did, then I would have to admit that I was there or did it as well.", she stated with a small shrug, looking to Will to see if he was on board with that idea.

The answer was really no surprise to Jess. If she had been in Will's shoes, she knew she would be in even if there was a risk. It was nice that he was worried about them. She didn't know how the others felt about it but she was game for a bit of adventure. "It's only dangerous if you don't prepare for the possibilities. We just need to be smart about how we enter, make sure to stick together, have some way to lead us back out if there are too many paths, and some light so we don't rely on a system that may no longer work or cause problems. We've got this!", she replied with determination.

[User]
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 Everbrook Public Library
Court Street. May 28th 2020.

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 Will walked outside of the library, unlocking his bike from the bike rack in front of the building. "I don't think I can borrow my parent's car tonight," he muttered to himself. His eyes gazed towards Abigail, as she stood by her car in the parking lot. Why the hell was she still here?

Will sighed and walked his bike over to where the Prescott girl stood. "Hey, look-" he started, his eyes downcast as he tried not to even look at her. "I'm sorry I got all wigged out in there. I understand if you don't believe in any of this, but I still want to know why my sister and those other kids died. That's all. No ghosts, no stupid horror movie shit, I just want answers.

[Assistant]
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"I'msorry." She quickly retorted before the rest of the group could be in earshot as she tightened her grip around her arms. "Yeah, whatever, right. I get it. Where are we going?"

It was probably not the response that Will expected out of the "blue blood", but Abbie always tried to be honest. Her sense of pride was strong, sure, but in situations like this where things smelled off she always went with her gut and her gut told her to own up to it before anybody else could notice and help Will get some answers. Even if she didn't entirely believe in a supernatural element, part of her always knew something was up with the town's history.

"You're paying for gas, wherever it is."

[User]
An old, abandoned mineshaft? Yeah, that sounded safe. A billion things could go wrong there. Without anyone else knowing where they were, if the entrance happened to collapse or if one of them fell down some old vertical tunnel, there would be nothing they could do. Hell, if some toxic gases had collected there, they may not have even realized they were fucked before they all started dropping.

So yeah, of course she was in.

"Ey, fuck it, right? If it helps ya get some answers, I'm in," Gabi answered with a quick thumbs up. "What's the worst that could happen if we gear up first, yeah?" She looked at Jess, supporting the notion to be prepared before diving right in. Gabi wasn't one to exactly turn down a potentially stupid situation, but she wasn't so shortsighted as to run right into a deathtrap without a bit of security first. Even if it was just a rope to mark the path they took and find the exit, that was better than nothing.

She quickly nabbed her bike from the rack outside the library as well, stowing the shitty lock in a pocket for now. She walked it over to where Will and Abbie were chatting. "Sooo...Either of ya ever been in a cave before? Gonna be new to me," She idly asked.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine)
Specialty: Medical
Pic:
Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools.
Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.

[User]
Adrian awkwardly walked around his room wishing he had a list to check off. He scanned his room and in his head he thought "clothes, check... the end." He had payed the Mighty Light a visit earlier only to discover it was completely empty. So he went back to his room and then did, well absolutely nothing. Until he fell asleep.

"Aww what time is it?" Adrian sleepily asked. He glanced at his clock and assuming it would be early, immediately turned to go back to bed. But wait did he see that right? "I'm late!" Adrian screamed as he popped out of bed. He sprinted over to the docking bay only and almost fell into the Mighty Light only to discover an already sick looking Hero and an excited Aura just sitting there. "Well I guess I'm not gonna get the worm, but since when was I an early bird." Adrian mentioned trying to pretend he wasn't out of breath.

[Assistant]
After everyone had gotten themselves seated inside the ship, Aura made the last few checks of the engines and thrusters before setting aside his clipboard and shifting himself up into the pilot seat, spreading his hands out across the dashboard. "Buckle up, everybody," he called back, before inputting the co-ordinates for the planet of Gameia, within the Corath sector... At least, that's what the captain had told him anyway. I cannot be blamed for getting lost. Not entirely anyway.

Engaging the thrusters and activating the drive sequence, Aura turned his chair around to check that all the passengers were ready, giving them two thumbs up before spinning back around. When the warp drive had heated up and was revved to go, he began pressing the various buttons, sealing the doors closed and slowly lifting the Mighty Light off the ground. With one push of the throttle, he flew the ship straight out the hangar doors, aligning towards the chosen destination before engaging warp speed, feeling the ship surge forward with incredible velocity.

[User]
"Ugh!" Adrian felt like someone just sucker punched him right in the gut. Well someone kind of did, Aura just made a sudden stop. "Alright I can see why you like doing barrel rolls, but random stopping, now your just trying to get to throw up." Adrian said while almost vomiting everywhere mid sentence. "Well you won't have to worry about anymore because we're here." Aura said arrogantly. Adrian would punch him except he was still very wobbly and he didn't feel like giving that jerky wall an uppercut again.

Adrian looked out the window saw absolutely nothing except space and then decided he was going to punch Aura, even though his legs felt like the jelly he "borrowed" from the ship's cafeteria. Except when he got onto the pilots deck he saw it. A giant planet that looked like it was in no danger whatsoever. "If this is another mission where we have to get someone's cyborg cat out of a tree, that cat is gonna lose a few parts." Adrian angrily as he stared at Hero remembering the urgent mission he sent him on last month.

[Assistant]
Hero tried his best to remain calm, but it just wasn't possible, at least with Aura at the wheel. Hero never liked it when Aura drove, the bored but amazing pilot always did a few extra unnecessary things along the way. If it weren't for the weak sedative in his system, Hero might have actually passed out from anxiety, and vomited along way. He looked over at Adrian who was fairing as well as Hero was. He smiled slightly, thankful to know that he wasn't the only one suffering from the flight. The shipped came to a slow halt, and Hero watched as Adrian got up and went to the pilot room. Knowing Aura, Hero didn't risk unbuckling. The seat belt was the only thing keeping Hero from heave-hoing all over the cargo section. He just hoped that they would be landing soon.

 As he sat there, he looked out the window and saw the planet that loomed before them. It looked peaceful and calm, but Hero hoped somewhat that the signal was true. He didn't want to get down there to only find that everything was destroyed and that all the villagers would be dead. A small clink on the outside of the ship interrupted Hero's thoughts. Looking through the other window on the ship, Hero could see something in the distance. Curious to get a better view, he risked un-buckling himself to get closer to the window. Another small clink outside the ship. His eyes widened when he saw what was coming. He turned around and shouted to Aura, "Meteor Shower! 6 o'clock!"

[User]
Aura was about to glare at Adrian for bursting into his pilot room uninvited, but was interrupted when he heard the cry from Hero about the impending meteor shower. Oh boy... Looking at his radar, he saw the shower quickly headed straight for the ship. Gesturing for Adrian to run back to his seat, he swiftly took the controls, pushing on the throttle and zooming the ship down towards the planet. As the meteor shower quickly engulfed them, Aura cursed under his breath as he began making every manoeuvre he could, descending to the planet surface fast.

As he broke the atmosphere, narrowly escaping the meteor shower, Aura's eyes went wide at the sight of the planet up close. What at first appeared to be peaceful and calm, became suddenly rocky and jagged, with nary a landing spot in sight; and the Mighty Light wasn't slowing down. "Buckle up guys," Aura cried to the others, as he did his best to pull up, keeping an eye out for a landing spot. Unfortunately, he didn't pull up fast enough, as he felt the ship surge forward after scraping across the top of a large jagged rock poking up from the surface. Quickly losing control, Aura steadied as best as he could, until the ship eventually landed with a crash at the bottom of a steep, rocky mountain. "Sorry!"

[Assistant] "Uuuhhhh, what happened." Adrian moaned as he woke up to a sharp pain in his head. Maybe trying to fight the person that had your life in their hands was not a good idea. Adrian sat up and looked around realizing they either must've had to crash land in the middle of the mountains due to the meteor shower, or Aura really wanted to make him and Hero throw up on each other. Adrian scanned the mountains for a village or a sign of a struggle but he saw nothing. This planet must be a little more natural than he expected. Adrian had always looked to Hero for guidance since he was who brought him onto the team after Adrian stole some medical marijuana for his friends. Plus Hero looked like he knew what to do right now so Adrian obediently waited for orders.

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Hero managed to almost get his seatbelt on before Aura tried to start avoiding the meteors. Of all the times that he took his seatbelt off, (Adrian too) became a nightmare for him. Already, Aura started emergency maneuvers which threw Hero and Adrian around like rag-dolls. Of course they bumped into eacother a few times, and at one point Adrian's head made solid contact with the metal frame on Hero's body. Hero wasn't surprised to see Adrian out could from a hit like that. As soon as they entered the atmosphere though, the gravity suddenly got stronger and Hero along with Adrian (Mid-air) got slammed onto the floor of the ship. Hero was so close to losing his meal, but he desperately fought it. Eventually, they made it to land, among the mountains, in a smoking crater.

 Hero eventually got up, he didn't know how long he was down, but he didn't care. He could hear Aura in the pilot room apologizing. Hero didn't care, at least they were alive, but where were they now? He looked around, mountains on all sides, it seemed that Aura managed to land in a valley. He looked around, there was, what seemed like a lake and odd looking vegetation a few hundred feet off, however, Hero quickly turned his attention to Adrian. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watch Adrian slowly get up and walk around. That alone solved most of his worries about possible damage, and concussion (his biggest fear at the moment) was off the list. Once they had all gotten out of the ship Hero could tell that the other 2 were looking at him. Waiting. Waiting for what? He wondered, then it dawned on him. It seemed that both Adrian and Aura were awaiting orders. Hero scratched his head, he suddenly felt nervous. How could this be, why did they look to him for guidance? He was a teenage boy still. He let out another sigh knowing that he couldn't change their minds so he went along with it. "Adrian, I need you to go to the vegetated area over there and bring back some of the liquid and plants over there. Bring back as many different plants as you can, and wear gloves while doing it." Hero knew that plants made great medicine and healthy sources of food, but he also knew that plants had some of the most dangerous poisons known in the universe. He then looked at Aura, "Aura, do a check on the ship and see if communications are still up. I'll look for our provisions and supplies."

[Assistant]
Adrian wondered where their other crew member,(Giza) was while he gathered plants. She was on the ship when they left except she disappeared when they crash landed. He tried to focus on collecting the plants when he noticed a strange metallic looking plant he'd never seen before. Adrian definitely didn't know plants properties and exactly what each plant is like Hero, except Adrian has seen a good number of planets and he's never noticed a metal looking plant before. He looked at the plants he gathered and decided he didn't have a good number of plants but he did have enough so he went back to the ship so he could ask Hero about the metallic plant.

It was a good thing Adrian had left when he did, since he hadn't realized how far he'd travelled and he got back right before nightfall. It looked like Aura was still working hard on the ship just like when Adrian left except Hero was just standing there staring at the plant Adrian had found. Hero explained to Adrian that it was a manmade material made of metal, plant fibers, and a nexus core. Apparently they were very rare and had many different uses.

Adrian laid awake on his bed playing with the plant he had found. "What did Hero call it oh yea Newood." The Newood suddenly turned back to the flat form it was in when he found it. "So it reacts to commands" Adrian wondered out loud."Turn into Aura. It turned into a little girl."Perfect, I think we're gonna get along just fine." Adrian said admiring the humor of the Newood.

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Aura watched in horror as the two passengers slowly got to their feet, scratching his head as he waited for them to steady themselves and get their bearings. Waiting patiently, he pretty much already knew what he was going to do when he got out of his chair, but Aura had the common courtesy to wait for someone to at least give him orders first. But no matter what they say, my baby comes first. He was relieved to hear the Hero wanted him to check on the ship anyway, and so he hopped out from his chair and rushed out the open door.

As he meticulously went over every inch of the ship, summing up the damage, he couldn't help but feel undermanned without Giza helping him with repairs. Releasing a light sigh, he put that thought in the back of his mind as he got back to work. "Damn meteor showers, ruining my day..." As he worked well into the night, seemingly tuning out everyone else as he worked, he began to inspect the surrounding landscape to calm his mind, admiring the beauty of the jagged, mountainous region they had landed in.

[Assistant]
Hero continued to rummage through the wreckage of supplies in the cargo section of the ship. The crash landing had sent everything flying and many containers had open, their contents littering the space. Rummaging around he found some of the survival supplies and the gun chest. entering the code, the chest opened with a slight beeping sound. Inside were 5 Photon Rifles, 6 Phase pistols, a few nexus grenades, and land to space satellite launcher. Closing the chest back up, he grabbed the 250 lbs chest and with the help of his robotic inserts, lifted the chest fairly easily over his head and walked out with the weapons. Once he had set them outside, he went back to the cargo bay to find the survival equipment. As he continued rummaging through, he eventually found it the crate labeled survival and took that massive crate out of the craft as well. Once he had set it on the ground he opened it and pulled out a fairly large grey cube. Finding an appropriate flat space he placed it on the ground, typed in the code and stepped back. The cube opened up and began release its contents. After a few minutes, a small but sturdy and air-conditioned/heated hut stood before them. Hero loved technology in all its glory.
 He continued to go back through the cargo bay, and he rounded up all the ration packs and water cells. Little did he know, but night had fallen and he didn't even notice, that was until Adrian came back with a strange metallic plant. Classifying it a Newood, he left Adrian to his own designs and began to experiment on the various plant articles that Adrian had brought back. Some were useful for food, others for painkilling, there was 1 he couldn't figure out so he just let it be. Once he had finished Hero finally felt the day's work catch up with him. After eating an uneventful dinner, he crashed on hi bed and fell asleep.
 Once it was morning, Hero woke up and prepared for the day. He stepped outside only to find that it was raining. He grumbled slightly and woke the others up. Once everyone was up, he opened the weapons chest revealing its contents. Upon hearing Aura's report on the ship, the comm system was down and the ability to fly was out of the question. Looking at the satellite launcher Hero asked Aura to make a mini 2-way comm unit to attach to the satellite so that they would be able to communicate with Nova HQ. He asked Adrian to do a perimeter check with him to make sure that there wasn't any nearby danger.


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Irina Berstal"Delivering mail certainly has its benefits. You get to meet all kinds of people and their dogs."

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A G E
Twenty One

B I R T H D A Y
Fall, Day Four

G E N D E R
Female

O C C U P A T I O N
Postmaster

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Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Adventurous, Bubbly, Credulous, Diligent, and Naive

F A V O R I T E S E A S O N
Spring

F A V O R I T E C O L O R
Blue

F A V O R I T E F O O D
French Toast

L I K E S
Board Games, Flowers, Journalism, Stamp Collecting, and Women (although closeted)

D I S L I K E S
Ducks, Pranks, Rain, Sour Food, and Tobacco

D O Y O U B E L I E V E I N M A G I C ?
Like most of Root River, Irina believes in the supernatural surrounding the village, although she has yet to see it in person. Most of her belief stems from her grandmother's bed time stories from when she was a child, but there is a part of Irina that is genuinely curious towards the aspect of magic.

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F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
Irina is an only child born to Landon and Amelia Berstal—both names someone might know depending how long they have been in Root River. Though her parents moved to the city for "greener pastures", the post office was placed in Irina's care, who uses the profits to support her grandmother, Charlene, and her cousin, Ophelia, who was recently dumped onto Irina in hopes that she might learn something from her cousin's work habits.

A N I M A L F R I E N D S
Irina owns three carrier pigeons gifted by her grandmother, who trained them for long distance correspondence if regular mail isn't enough. Their names are Moe, Larry and Curly—each named after a character from some old show Irina's grandmother frequently listened too on the radio.

H O M E L I F E
The Root River Post Office (the RRPO, or PO for short), and also the Berstal place of residence, lies directly across the path from the Mayor's home. Given that Root River is a small village, only the smaller offshoot of the building is used as the post office, where separate desks for ingoing or outgoing mail can be found. The rest of the building is exists as a three bedroom home where Irina, her cousin, and their grandmother live.

S T O R Y
For most of Irina's life, life has been rather simple. Her parents, and her grandparents before them, had ran the local post office, where Irina was left to her own devices (which often meant socializing with the post office's patrons). Recently, however, life had taken a change from the normality Irina was used to. Roughly a year ago, Irina's parents moved into the city (her mother had felt homesick), leaving the post office in their daughter's care. Then, there had been the letters from BigCo, as well her aunt and uncle dumping her cousin on her, hoping that she might learn a thing or two from Irina's hardworking nature.

As for what Irina knows, the coming seasons are certain to be rough and hard, but it's the journey, not the destination, that matters, right?

[User]
Location: Abernova General Store

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"Of course, this is exactly how I want to start my morning. Thank you, Mr. Mayor." Luna muttered as her long, frayed pink hair covered a good portion of her face as she pushed the phone in her hands back into its place on her nightstand. Her tone was sarcastic and monotone, but the Mayor didn't seem to care all that much as he ended the phone call in a huff.

Luna didn't even think if he had been paying attention he would've realized that Luna wasn't being genuine in her thanks. Then again, who would be genuine being woken up to that? Certainly not Luna Abernova.

The young adult groaned in discontent as she moved her eyes to the window that overlooked the village. Despite the Mayor being her wake-up call, she couldn't exactly roll over and go back to sleep. Not that Luna particularly cared about inconveniencing anyone came to the store looking for supplies, but at the end of the day (and start of the morning) she was a professional--just like her grandfather had been. Her grandfather's saying of "an Abernova is never unprepared" still rung true for Luna even though she hated everything about the village she lived in. But before she got the store in order and opened the doors she would need a shower and a coffee.

It's five o'clock somewhere.

When her morning regimen was done and over with she would go over the shipment manifest from the city before ensuring everything was perfectly organized. For a short time, it seemed she was "allowed" to relax behind the register, a coffee cup firmly placed in her hand alongside her breakfast, a fruit-based assortment of crepes with only butter for a topping and toast with bacon on the side. She got to enjoy the benefit of no human interaction for most of her breakfast as the only sound present being that of the jazz record she had put on to help her focus on working. It was blissful in a way and for a little bit, she didn't have to bother with thinking about what to present the mayor later on in the evening.

Until she got her first few customers of the day, that is. Fortunately for Luna they didn't really want to talk and had other business to attend to; a sentiment Luna definitely appreciated given her particular disposition and preferences. When both customers left she took to her plate of now empty food and returned it to the backroom where she disposed of the plate and silverware in a utility sink for the time being.

It didn't take her long to move back to the register where she went through, her manifest, customer orders, and her own personal scrapbook where she jotted down her own idle thoughts from time to time. A few days ago it was some morbid poetry about the village. A week prior to that it was the first draft of a musical composition. One of the hobbies she liked to do when she found the time was centered around music, not that anyone in the town was really aware of it. Much like her fondness for cooking, she didn't exactly want the town clamoring for her to perform for them. That would be the worst torture she could ever imagine.

She sighed and quietly mused a thought relating to what she had just scribed.

A few revisions and I'll be happy with it. Maybe.

She poured herself another coffee, the whiskey bottle underneath the counter soon finding itself poured into the cup. Luna didn't have a drinking problem. She had a drinking solution. So far, it was a good morning.

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[Assistant]
ɪ ʀ ɪ ɴ ᴀ ʙ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ
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Location: Lot 1 -- Ana Moore's Home

Date: Spring, Day 1

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Another spring; another year.

The post office may have been closed for the holiday, yet even then, Irina struggled at breaking her routine of waking up at the break of dawn. A part of Irina wished she was more like her sleepyhead cousin, but alas, given today was New Year's Day, there was still things to do and places to see. In fact, Irina had been meaning to visit the village newcomer mainly to introduce herself since they would certainly see each other rather often in the coming days.

They were why Irina had been busy toiling away in the kitchen, baking one of her grandmother's famous pies so that whoever this newcomer was, they wouldn't arrive to the picnic empty handed, provided that Eugene hadn't informed them of the event. If he had, then, a pie was always a perfect welcoming gift, too.

Knocking on the door to the household, Irina took a step back and waited for a response. She hoped her early morning visit wasn't much of a bother, but by the time it took to cook and the walk here, it was likely that they were already up and listening to whatever wacky message Eugene had left for everyone this time. Even someone like Irina was at a loss as to how someone could be so energetic and chipper so early in the morning.

"Hello? Anyone home?" Irina called out, idly waiting. "My name is Irina; Eugene might've told you about me. I figured that since we'll probably be seeing each other a lot, I should stop by and introduce myself. I have pie, too!"

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Location: Home Sweet Home!

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Ana was tired, and it was for the dumbest reason.

Like, she knew it was dumb, especially since her dad - notorious for not double, not triple, but quadruple checking locks and windows - had given every door- and window-lock the Moore seal of approval - the highest of approvals, let me tell you. Despite that reassurance, she still kept waking up in the middle of the night, a hundred percent convinced someone broke into the house. She kept getting up, lamp in hand, ready to whack the absolute shit out of whoever was in the house with her- except, you know, there wasn't anyone else. It was just her and her dumb anxious brain being... Well, anxious and dumb.

Ana huffed for probably the millionth time that morning as she looked through the fridge, then through the cabinets and cupboards. They were.. very much not full. In fact, the only thing she had for food was a box of those cheap, super-sugary breakfast bars that she was a hundred percent sure she didn't pack. She smiled, letting out a softer little sigh.

"Thanks, dad."

She opened the cardboard box, and then that secondary crinkly aluminum-foil-y skin to get to the peanut-butter-chocolate-chip.. meat..? Ew, that analogy went very wrong very quickly. But she consumed nonetheless. Not as good as a hot breakfast, but better than no breakfast-!

Knock knock knock.

"Daaaddy," Ana called as she continued to crunch on the breakfast bar, "Someone's at the-"

Wait.

She swallowed as her brain caught up with her mouth just said. She was alone, which meant she had no dad to save her from her worst fear- Answering the door. Like, ok, she knew that answering the door wasn't that bad - she's actually done it a couple times - but there was always that horrible nagging feeling that she'll answer the door and then just get scooped up and never seen again. So.. Who was it at her door? Were they trustworthy? She tensed- like, ok, maybe if she just stays very still, they'll go away-?

"Hello? Anyone home?"

It was a girl's voice, probably around her age - or they just sounded very young. Or maybe it was a kid with a very adult voice. Either way, it made Ana relax. If this lady had bad intentions, Ana could totally fight her off- Unless her voice was deceptively sweet? Like for all she knew, this girl could be jacked.

"My name is Irina," the voice continued, "Eugene might've told you about me."

Ana was pretty sure she hadn't even met a Eugene yet, but.. Ok, at least they're not trying to barge in or something. That was good. Maybe she could let her guard down-

"I figured that since we'll probably be seeing each other a lot, I should stop by and introduce myself. I have pie, too!"

Pie? Oh hell yeah. She scarfs down the rest of the breakfast bar, placing the trash in the bin before she went over to the door, completely confident in this person's good intentions. Like, would a bad person bring her pie? Yeah, uh, didn't think so-

And as quick as the confidence came, it evaporated when Ana saw Irina's face. She was.. to put it simply, pretty. Like, really pretty. Stupid pretty- no, not stupid, cause Ana was the one that felt stupid right now. Irina's light brown hair was all tied back and her eyes were a really pretty blue-ish green shade, and- Oh jeez Ana felt stupid. Words were completely escaping her in the moment- her first visitor just had to be a pretty girl, didn't it? This is torture- Oh no, and now Irina is staring at her and expecting her to say something. Say something! Anything! Oh God, anything to make Irina stop staring at her stupid dumb face!

Ana quickly leaned against the doorframe, trying and failing to look totally cool, unbothered, and suave as she stuck up not one, but two finger guns. "Wassuh?"

Ana almost immediately she regret her decision.

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[Assistant]
ɪ ʀ ɪ ɴ ᴀ ʙ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ
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Location: Lot 1 -- Ana Moore's Home

Date: Spring, Day 1

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Irina simply blinked, staring back at the woman with a blank, perhaps confused face. Was this some new gesture that the kids were doing, or maybe some city gesture she hadn't heard of? It didn't help that the woman also seemed dumbstruck, too.

"Uhm, well," Irina spoke, trying to think of a way to not make the conversation any more awkward than it already was. Perhaps the pie could be a starting point. "I'm sure you already heard me, but I'm Irina—the local postmaster around these parts. I thought to stop by since we'll likely be seeing each other pretty often in the next few weeks, and so that you wouldn't be thinking I was trying to break into your house or something in the morning."

Okay, that was a dumb thing to say. Knowing Irina's luck, the woman probably thought she was a maniac by now, but who knows, maybe it was a jest that she'd find funny.

"Anyway, I made a pie for you. It's one of my grandmother's famous recipes." Irina explained, lifting away the cloth covering the apple pie in her hands. "I figured that since you were new to the town, you might not have anything for the picnic Eugene invites everyone to on the first of Spring, but if you already had something planned for the event.... then, a pie never hurts as a 'welcome to the neighborhood' gift, right?"


[System]
The list of franchises currently owned by players [REAL LIFE FRANCHISES]: [Note, a player may only claim 5, after that you can trade, sell, etc to get more franchises, depending on how many sales and good reviews a franchise gets, it may be worth two franchises or more! Basically a franchise worth more than others, this is all player-based.

**NOTE you MUST follow these regulations for real life franchises and games based off of others!**

1. The more original a game is (and not belonging to a real life franchise) the higher the score it gets, do NOT Carbon Copy the name or the details, change it up a bit, Plot, different items, etc will make the difference.

2. Be CREATIVE! A follow-up of Rule #1. Make up your own stuff, the main thing about reserving real life franchises is the Gameplay it keeps and the theme of it perhaps.

3. You may NOT create a game of someone else's/unclaimed franchise (co-developing is allowed, don't worry) but you can keep the gameplay of it, if you change it up a bit.

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**GDTRP Session 1 List**
The list of franchises currently owned by players [REAL LIFE FRANCHISES]: [Note, a player may only claim 5, after that you can trade, sell, etc to get more franchises, depending on how many sales and good reviews a franchise gets, it may be worth two franchises or more! Basically a franchise worth more than others, this is all player-based!

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DiamondBlizzard's Franchises: Assassin's Creed, Touhou, Super Smash Bros, Street Fighter

SimYouLater's Franchises: Sonic, SimCity, The Sims/GTA, Trainz, Spore/Star Citizen

Brink_'s Franchises: Anno, Bioshock, Grand Theft Auto, Infamous, Portal

TheDookieNut's Franchises: Pokemon, Tekken, Resident Evil, The Last of Us

Durandal's Franchises: Civilization, Age of Empires, Mount & Blade, Fable

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The list of franchises owned by NPCs: N/A

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**Non-claimed Franchises**

Command & Conquer:

Crusader Kings:

Europa Universalis:

Fallout:

Call of Duty:

Civilization:

Faster Than Light:

Kirby:

Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri:

Spore:

The Sims/MySims:

LEGO:

Professor Layton:

Super Mario Bros:

Legend of Zelda:

Megaman:

Doom:

Metroid:

Ace Attorney:

Crash Bandicoot:

Mortal Kombat:

Prince of Persia:

EarthBound:

Chivalry:

Metal Gear Solid:

Fire Emblem:

Soul Calibur:

Raze:

Supreme Commander:

Left 4 Dead:

Monster Hunter:

[User]
Draconic Studios
Q2 Spring, 1992
Mascots: Ako Yakami (Gensokyo)
HQs: Atlanta, Georgia (US/CA)
$36,500,000 (was $40,450,000)
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 Fatal Fighters released!

Fatal Fighters - Nobunaga Oda's Theme

 Draconic Studios presents.....
Fatal Fighters
Genre: Action
Topic: Fighting, Japanese Mythology, Sengoku Era Japan
Audience: MT(16+)
Price: $50
Regions: North America, Oceania, EU, UK/IE, Japan
Languages: English, Spanish, French, Japanese, Portugese, Greek, German, Dutch, Icelandic, Gaelic, Italian, Serbian
Platform: PC
Difficulty: 10-15 due to changing difficulties

Features

-Beautiful 16-bit Graphics
-Stereo Sound
-Unlike Duels of Honor, this game has no quarter circle turns and needs button combinations!
-Six Attack Buttons, 1 Special Button (stronger), 1 Secondary Special Button (weaker), and 1 Block Button (or walk backwards). As well as Arrow Keys for movement
-Change your Controls!
-Inspired by Japanese Mythology!
-Play as famous historical characters from Sengoku era Japan such as Kotaro Fuma or Nobunaga Oda!
-12 different characters: Isaac, Lucifer, Juggernaut, Silver, Talia, Naomi, Jin, Yoshika, Hanzo Hattori, Kotaro Fuma, Nobunaga Oda, and Shino Shizunima! (Isaac, Juggernaut, Silver, Talia, Naomi, Hanzo, and Kotaro are already unlocked, unlock the other five!)
-Five different modes to play! Arcade, Story, Practice, Survival, and Versus!
-Story Mode is 8 hours long!
-Save in Story Mode
-Beautiful Hand drawn backgrounds
-Epic combat scenes
-Difficulty Settings: Easy, Normal, Hard, Harder and Hardest!
-There are COUNTLESS numbers of combos for each character, each character has at least twelve combos.
-Simple voice-overs, grunts, yells, and screams.
-Multiplayer! Play against another friend!

 Plot

In the Sengoku era of Japan, right after Nobunaga Oda's death, supernatural things have been occuring that are unexplainable by anyone. Rumours of Kappa, Youkai, Oni, and even the Demon King himself has been seen walking around the graveyards. A few of the Ninja from the Warring States period have gone off to investigate, including Kotaro Fuma and Hanzo Hattori; everyone but them two came back dead for they witnessed the Demon King himself back from the dead, as well as a man with dark angel wings. It has become clear that the Demon King must be stopped for he may control an army of Oni to conquer all of Japan, there are others, some on the far-away land of China and here in the mother land where there are fighters willing to fight off the Demon King and try to save Japan from being conquered. What will happen? Will the Demon King and this dark angel winged man conquer all of Japan? It seems that the forces of Heaven and Hell are to cross paths, there is something more going on besides the conquest of Japan.....who is this...Isaac?

S Rank
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-Nobunaga Oda
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A Rank
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-Lucifer

-Isaac

-Shino Shizunima
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B Rank
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-Hanzo Hattori

-Kotaro Fuma

-Naomi

-Silver
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C Rank
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-Jin

-Talia

-Juggernaut

-Yoshika
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D Rank
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N/A

-$1,500,000 Publishing costs.

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Draconic Studios has recently announced an upcoming TV Short for Fatal Fighters, it will show all of the character's lives before the events of Fatal Fighters. Actors have been given a decent script and they themselves have some experience. Special effects are promised to be great

-$2,500,000 TV Short (+25% Money Boost)

[Note: TV shorts do not need seperate sales or anything and count as NORMAL merchandise, if anything, it will probably generate a random event, more of a chance than other merchandise.]

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 Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper released!

Gensokyo - Hiela's Theme - An Ice Fairy's Strength!

Gensokyo - Fuega's Theme - The Eternal Scorching Fairy

 Draconic Studios presents....
 Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper
Genre: Action
Topic: Bullet Hell/Danmaku, Japanese Mythology, High Fantasy
Audience: E11+
Price: $6,000
Regions: North America, Oceania, EU, UK/IE, Japan
Languages: English, Spanish, French, Japanese, Portugese, Greek, German, Dutch, Icelandic, Gaelic, Italian, Serbian
Platform: PC
Difficulty: Locked Difficulty is at 16.5

Features

-Beautiful 16-bit Graphics
-Stereo sound
-Pick between two characters to play as now! Hiela or Fuega! (Hiela has a bit more range but less power, ice danmaku. Fuega has little range but a lot of power, fire danmaku)
-2 People can play head to head! The winner is the person who doesn't lose all their lives or has the highest score!
-Bombing Mechanics! Hiela's Spell Card - Ice Sign: Fairy Blizzard (outspread of Ice Danmaku, decent damage, good stage clearing) Fuega's Spell Card - Fire Sign: Volcano Cyclone (A cylcone-like "laser" of fire sent at the opponent, emanating from Fuega, lots of power, less stage clearing)
-Three Endings! 1 Good, 1 Bad, 1 Perfect (Don't lose more than two lives in the whole run)
-Six tough stages to play through!
-Freezing and Melting system!
-Beautiful hand drawn backgrounds
-Suicide Bombing Mechanics!

 Plot

After Hiela befriended Fuega (the only fire she trusts, anything else will make her cry out of fear) and defeated the Dark Angel, just like the Witch did. She found that fairies were being killed and not returning back to life, like all fairies should. It was clear that the cowardly cat, Feca, was stealing the souls of fairies as to use them in gambling matches, she and Fuega have to to try and avenge their comrades (and enemies) and stop the cat! Though, them being fairies they aren't too powerful, and thus have to resort for a certain Witch and/or Shrine Maiden to stop the cat. They are on their hunt as to find them as well as to try and thin down the numbers for them; which explains why there are little to no fairies in their paths. (In Gensokyo II, Fairies only appear in Stage 2) Hiela and Fuega will secretly follow the Witch and the Shrine Maiden as to make sure they are not interrupted by any other of Feca's minions.

 Freezing and Melting Mechanics

A mechanic returning from Gensokyo: Fairy Stopper, Fuega and Hiela can fill up their strongest bars up to 500%, it starts at 200%, either of them can melt or freeze the bullets on screen for 100% of their strongest bar. However, Hiela can not freeze Fire danmaku bullets and Hiela can not melt Water danmaku bullets. (But remember, Hiela is the REAL Strongest fairy!) The meter can be increased by collecting Frozen Frogs (+25%) or Flaming Berries (+25%) it depends on who you choose! They aren't rare but they aren't common!

-$1,500,000 Publishing costs

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"We're awfully close guys, it seems that the Dragon System COULD become a reality." Alex said, leaning back on his seat with his feet on the table. He was holding a conference with his cheifs of development, also known as his friends.

"But here's the thing, Gensokyo has recieved enough notice so now we HAVE to choose a mascot to represent Draconic Studios....though I'm torn between Hiela and Ako." Alex said once more.

"I personally think Rei Ibuki should be the mascot." Michael said, everyone looking over at him. "Hey, I like her."

"Ice Fairies are stupid, go for Ako." Josh said, whom was looked at by Alex with the evil eye.

"I think Ako should be our mascot, as she is the protagonist of the 'main' Gensokyo games, not Hiela, though she is quite popular..." Shane said.

Sawyer nodded, agreeing with Shane. Alex looked over his friends before nodding in agreement with Sawyer and Shane.

"Well then, Ako Yakami shall be our mascot, representing the Gensokyo series! I just hope Hiela can forgive me." He said with a small smile.

"Here's the thing though, we're concentrating a LOT on the Draco's Gems, so she should be our SECOND mascot." Shane said.

"Yes, but the Draco's Gems hasen't achieved enough popularity yet, though it's growing....for now she HAS to be our first and only mascot." Josh said.

"Even then, we don't know if she'll be our primary or secondary mascot. Oh well, we have time to figure it out." Michael said.

 Ako Yakami is now Draconic Studios' mascot! She hails from the Gensokyo franchise! (1/3)

First Mascot: Ako Yakami
Second Mascot: ---
Third Mascot: ---

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[You will have to pay $50m as a custom controller counts as a Game Peripheral under Merchandise.]

[Assistant]
Pixel Power magazine
Q2 1992

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Fatal Fighters - 9.25
Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper - 9.5*

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POP CULTURE EVENT!
Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper contains child murder?
"After Hiela befriended Fuega (the only fire she trusts, anything else will make her cry out of fear) and defeated the Dark Angel, just like the Witch did. She found that fairies were being killed and not returning back to lives, like all fairies should. It was clear that the cowardly cat, Feca, was stealing the souls of fairies as to use them in gambling matches, she and Fuega have to to try and avenge their comrades (and enemies) and stop the cat!" ~ Title Intro, Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper

These sentences have prominent anti-gaming activist Jake Stevenson up in arms, condemning the E11+ game for condoning child murder, due to the childlike appearance of Gensokyo's "fairies".

(-25% sales for Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper.)

[User]
Draconic Studios
Q2 Spring, 1992
Mascots: Ako Yakami (Gensokyo)
HQs: Atlanta, Georgia (US/CA)
$36,500,000
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Draconic Studios fights back!

In a recent outburst by Jake Stevenson, Draconic Studios' CEO himself went out in public to counter his condemnations stating the following, "Gensokyo has ALWAYS had Fairies, and considering the fact that Fairies are normally immortal, you can assume that these fairies are ANY age, and of course they look childish, they're fairies! Keep in mind that while Gensokyo is being condemned for no reason at ALL. If anyone would like a loophole for their coming back to life, Kurai Arashi, the youkai with Boundary Manipulation brung them back to life."

Draconic Studios has begun to rally fans, no one badmouths Hiela.


[System]
[a bit roughshod, but it is the start.]
Alias: (super)Mana
Age: 20
Birthplace: Krypton
Hometown: Honolulu
Appearance:

Costume:
He wears the blanket he was brought to earth in as a sarong, he doesn't really need a costume since he is nearly invulnerable. Most often it is worn around his waist, if a need to be formal, he wears it up over his left shoulder.
Powers:
At the moment: Flight, superhuman endurance, superhuman senses, x-ray and heat vision.
To be developed: superhuman strength/speed(mental blockage), freeze breath
Skills:
Ukulele/guitar To teach him how to live in a world of grass
Scuba diving because of his ability to hold his breath for much longer than most.
Studying agricultural business at college so he can help the farm.
Hula dance to learn to control his body, yes men hula, really well.

Brief Bio:
In hawaii, there was a volcanic eruption and no one noticed the crashing ship from outer space plow through the wrath of Pele. The two sugarcane farmers lost their home to what they thought was a lava bomb but it revealed to have a baby within its shell. The couple adopted the baby and claimed it was left/given to them by a woman from the mainland who couldn't explain a new baby while her husband had been deployed for a year.

They raised him as best they could where he grew strong and tan under the tropical sun, When his powers started to manifest, they could blame it on one thing or another in the life of living on a volcano. they put him in the boyscouts from an early age and by the time he was done with highscool, he was an eagle scout with a troop of his own. When he finished highschool, he got a scholarship to study business in Star city. Too bad life has bigger plans for him.

The scholarship was a ruse by SHIELD to willingly remove him from his family. They wold still teach him what they promised, but they had a better use for his 'talents'

[User]
With Peter and Gwen both having arrived first they got a front row seating to the showcase of all their new teammates. Course the both of them had bigger issues to fry. Namely catching up on old times as they hadn't seen one another in years. Peter talked a good bit about the program, though while he sounded proud about everything, a sudden drop in joy over the fated space station told Gwen a lot about it. She nodded in understanding, and while he wanted to know more she knew Peter enough to know prodding about these kind of things isn't good. 'Another time...' she told herself. After all if nothing else this was about the good times, not the downers.

Gwen on the other hand talked all about Oscorp, and was interested in how Peter talked about almost interning at the place. He didn't, due to a lot of reasons. The biggest thing though was everything about some of the projects he saw and Norman Osborn himself. The man just had an unsettling aura to him. Plus with some of the genetics experiments Peter made it clear he wanted no part of it. For Gwen it did explain some things. Randomly one day Henry Osborn just stopped wanting to be around Peter in general. The two got along great until suddenly they wanted nothing to do with one another. Gwen never got a reason why but now it started to make sense.

The two chit chatted some more about whatever as the rest came in, the first one being Virginia Potts. Peter and Gwen both looked over, giving a wave, head nod, and a collective "Hey." and "Sup?"

Next up was Christian Frost, Gwen got a little hot under the collar for the guy as he was quite handsome, plus she loved the British accent. Peter rolled his eyes a little with Gwen seeing it.

"So uh, no one going to ask why the drunk dude just got dragged in here?" Peter asked aloud as it seemed like Zachary Zatara went unnoticed.

Logan was an interesting sight after the other various fellow young looking people. The gruff looking tough guy caught both of their attentions and neither wanted to say anything. Even Gwen, who could bench press the guy in her sleep. Wanted nothing to do since he just looked like someone who had seen shit.

If he wasn't bad enough, Johnny Blaze just straight up scared the two as they tried very actively to stay out of his way, even scooting over a few seats to get away from him. The guy just made both of them feel fearful for their lives. "Man they've really plucked out the cream of the crop for this didn't they?" Gwen muttered to Peter who could only meekly chuckle.

Kaleolani Kona also got some of Gwen's interest. But even Peter had to admit that guy was pretty good looking.

Dick seemed like a nice enough guy, but Peter still giggled at his name as quietly as possible to himself. He couldn't help it, he has the mentality of a child. Gwen quietly smacked him upside the head to make him stop.

Neither of them really paid too much attention to Rachel when she came in, however as Aaron was last in both Peter and Gwen immediately looked over at the mention of video games. "Woo yeah!" Peter shouted with a fist pump. "I like you already!" Gwen told him with a thumbs up.

Finally came Daredevil, they knew it was Daredevil mostly because despite the whole 'Arrive in normal clothes with costume in tow'. She apparently just decided to up and show up in costume. Course if the facts about her are to be believed... maybe she just didn't read the note on a count of the lack of eyes? Although Gwen dared Peter to ask if she didn't read the memo on a count of blindness. He figured that would be a good way to get twisted and knotted up like a pretzel.

"Alright alright settle down, we don't have all year." Before Peter and Gwen could keep up the dorky act. Nick Fury had come into the room. Immediately grabbing attention from everyone as he was one to do. "Now then, my name is Nick Fury. You can call me Nick, Mr. Fury, doesn't really matter to me. All of you have been brought here for one reason and one reason only." As Nick strolled around the large table at the end of the auditorium the table lit up revealing a holographic imagery of various news footage and newspaper clippings of super powered people having committed crimes or just general destruction around the world were coming up. Different languages and scenes with various levels of horror.

"The world has suddenly started becoming a not so friendly place. People gaining power are abusing them and hurting innocent civilians. Police can only do so much, Hell my organization even with its technology and training can only handle so much. That's where each of you come in. You were handpicked because of not just your abilities but your potential and character. This is a chance for each of you to do something about each of these stories. Every single life lost, every single thing stolen, each of you can do something about it. Now to get..." Before Nick could go any further a SHIELD agent came into the room. Awkwardly looking in and knocking, immediately getting Fury's ire as he sighed irritated and rubbed his forehead. "Sir sorry to interrupt but..." "This better be important agent." Nick's glare at the agent turned however as the agent began muttering something to him, showing him some paperwork from inside a file.

"Sir our tracking searches for that weapons cache we never got, we were able to track down that they were intercepted." The agent whispered to Nick Fury. "We believe it was the work of Kingpin, right now we don't have an exact location for the weapons since they must of scrambled the signal they're suppose to put out. We have three possible locations in New York they could be in." Nick glanced down at the map then back up to the superhero team in front of him. The plan he had for the day was going to have to wait a bit but this might actually be in his best interest. "Alright, give all this to Coulson and tell him to ready up transportation, three undercover vehicles. Thank you." Fury turned back to the heroes as the SHIELD agent ran off.

"Well guess we can all just go ahead and cut straight to the chase. My agent just informed me about a recent cache of weapons that went missing. Turns out they were stolen and are now hiding somewhere in New York City. So I can go ahead and start seeing all of you in action immediately." Nick Fury had inputted into the table some information off of a small hidden away keyboard. "Now any and all weapon caches we acquire come with trackers for just such a situation. Turns out however our thieving friends knew this and scrambled them. We do now however know they're in a particular part of New York City, and in one of three locations. So with that in mind..." Nick Fury glanced around at the heroes quickly with his one eye. "Peter and Rachel, the both of you will be going to location A, Zachery and Richard, you'll both be going to location B, finally Christian and Gwen, the both of you will be going to location C. Just stay here for a moment and agent Coulson should be here to fill each of you in on the details. In the meantime Virginia, Jonathan, Logan, Aaron, Kaleolani, and Madelyn, the six of you will be going with me to our training area. I want to see just what exactly it is here I'm working with. Now then with all that settled, I'll speak to the six of you heading out later, and for the rest of you, follow me please."

As Nick Fury left the room, taking the six more powerful heroes with him. Peter after a quick moment of silence in the room piped up. "Okay so which one of you is Rachel? I mean.... and I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but its the only other girl in the room right?" Peter asked to Gwen's chuckle.

[Assistant]
Frost
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After hearing about the situation Christian tired to wrap around his mind what was going on. He was going to be going on his first mission a few hours with someone he had never met before. In reality he knew that this was just some test to see if he was cut out for the job, but he could not understand what was so important about these weapons. He had tried to read Nick's mind but the man had a cage of steal up there and the only thing he could get was static.

Christian looked over to the girl named Gwen. He did not like to find out what he wanted by intruding on others minds, Christian thought it ruined the human experience. So he got up and went over to stand in front of the girl. "Hello I'm Christian, it's nice to meet you." Introductions were always an important thing to him, first impressions, you only get one.

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Zatara
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Zachary had been in stasis the entire time of the meet and greet. He was fuming, he always had authority issues but this was beyond that. SHIELD, had tried to ruin his life and kidnapped him, Nick had some explaining to do. Zachary listened to his whole speech and was still upset. Why did the over controlling, psychopathic maniac have to kidnap him if he just wanted to offer him a job. Nick could have just asked over the phone like any regular person, but NO!! He had to go all "Alpha-Male" and do things the hard way.

Komedy
Zachary had finally woken up at the end of his speech. He could not complain about the great nap he had just taken but still was a little upset about being put in it in the first place. His partner was some guy named Richard. Dick, he thought to him self and began laughing. He could be childish, but now was not the time, Zachary stated to look around but it is not like Nicky have them photos of their blind dates so he would have to do this the hard way. Richard! Richard! Where are you?

[User]
"In the meantime Virginia, Jonathan, Logan, Aaron, Kaleolani, and Madelyn, the six of you will be going with me to our training area. I want to see just what exactly it is here I'm working with. Now then with all that settled, I'll speak to the six of you heading out later, and for the rest of you, follow me please."

Kaleolani Was both pleased and worried at being kept back. He really didn't want to be near the sense of vulnerability Johny instilled in him but he also liked the idea of getting to show off before being assigned a mission. Call it ego, but he liked to demonstrate the punishment he could take and what he liked to call 'pele's kiss'.

He remembered the year he had to keep blindfolded when the 'gift' first came to him, it happened when a boy started bulling the others in the neighborhood. All he did was stare down at the boy's feet as he just got madder and madder until the skin suddenly blistered and burned. His Makuahine convinced everyone that it was a brown tree snake bite but after that he suddenly had a need for glasses. Just like the tattoos on his thighs, some things that were magical managed to work on him. Such as the non prescription lenses made from thin layers of blessed pahoehoe kept him from harming people with his eyes until he learned to control himself.

He filed out with the rest with his bare feet slapping on the deckplate.


[System]
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Side:
Neutral
Personality:
Dean's personality is mostly a mishmash of all of his other sibling's personalities. He inherited the sarcasm, the cynicism, and egotism of his brothers. He inherited his anger, his argumentativeness, and his temper from his sisters. He inherited his loyalty from his dogs. His entire persona is a very odd mix of clashing personalities. After his life seemed to have so heavily relied on his siblings, he seems to have modeled himself after their most abundant qualities. The unfortunate result is what his personality is. He enjoys mocking and insulting others, being sarcastic, and getting people mad at him.
Biography:
Dean Finnigan was a small, impressionable child. The young boy was born into a family of three mutts, two sisters, one mother, and six brothers. The household was an unadulterated maelstrom of whirling porcelain, ripped drawings, and harsh words. The unfortunate family of children lost their father to a conduit, and their mother was seemingly too depressed and drunk to function. However, lucky enough, the family managed to get through, just barely. The three eldest brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had jobs, and were the appointed "heads" of the house. They managed to pull the family out of the rut by scrimping on the necessities of life; water, food, electricity. So, naturally, the youngest were hardly educated. As a child, Dean Finnigan was generally looked over as useless. He lacked strength or resolve, and seemed to hardly be able to do anything by himself. He even required help to make a meal. So, the boy mostly sat back while his brothers and sisters worked hard trying to survive. The unfortunate family lived in a small apartment, designed to hold a family of four, not twelve. A couple had to nap in sleeping bags on the floor, or in a repurposed kitchen cabinet.

At the age of twelve, Dean Finnigan's powers began to emerge. The first show of power he demonstrated was voice manipulation, imitating his sister after she tossed a box of tissues at him. He discovered he could mimic anyone's voice and timbre perfectly, as long as he'd heard it before. He used it regularly, insulting his brothers or sisters using another voice, and watching a fight break out. It was how he managed to survive and entertain himself during the long years at the household. Soon after, audio manipulation emerged, discovered during a shouting match with his mother. His voice had practically shuddered the house, causing bits of plaster to crumble off the walls. It was after that that his brother's didn't seem to argue with him as much. As more and more time passed, he discovered his other various powers through other situations with his family. If fine china got thrown at him, he'd shudder it with an echo blast and send It flying off course. When his brother blew an air horn in his ear, he threw a Sonar Grenade and nearly made his brother permanently deaf. It went on like this for a long while.
As time passed on, his powers seemed to gradually begin becoming more unstable, rather than more controllable. With little proper training for his power and no time spent in Curdon Cay, It seemed, unlocking his abilities' full potential was a mere pipe dream. Unfortunately, the state of the homestead seemed to also rapidly deteriorate as he aged. His mother seemed be in a horrible state, barely getting by. His older brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had left the house, looking to find business ventures to support the family. The two dogs had died, lowering the morale even more. The family seemed to be falling apart. As time passed, more kids began leaving, looking to find money on the country just like the older brothers. The rent was beginning to rear its ugly head. It didn't take long before the apartment of twelve became an apartment of four; his two sisters, his mother, and Dean. The boy, disheartened, didn't take too long to come to a decision. He, too, would leave the house, and return to support them. While not a smart choice in hindsight, Dean could hardly stand living there. The mere sight of it was unbearable.
So, the boy packed his bags, ready to abandon his old homestead. He left in the night, not stopping to exchange teary farewells or long goodbyes to his sisters or mother. On the way out, Dean Finnigan didn't look back. He'd return soon.
Power:
Sound Manipulation
Power-:
Sonic Boom – He discharges a loud, compressed explosion of sound by his feet, propelling him forward. It can be used in rapid succession, allowing him to scale walls, travel streets, and launch himself at high velocity.
Echo Blast - He dispels a powerful, focused shot of sound, allowing him to disorient or pain an opponent. The blast severely affects the subject's eardrums, resulting in almost immediately damaging and nauseating an enemy that comes into contact with it. The shot doesn't do much physical damage.
Sonar Grenade – He unleashes a tight, compact explosion of sound. The sound grenade can explode with force, and momentarily deaf anyone within radius of the powerful explosion. The effect tends to last from a thirty seconds to a minute, plenty of time for him to escape.
Sound Wave – He releases a wide, large spread of sound, in the shape of a wave. It has a long range, and is particularly useful when he's surrounded. It can disorient enemies within range. It can vibrate powerfully, able to practically dismantle cars.
Audio Manipulation – He can adjust the audio of his voice, ranging from a mere, tiny whisper, only possibly heard by one, or make his voice deafening, and heard across the city. In combat, by magnifying his voice by tenfold, he can near deafen enemies by shouting.
Voice Manipulation – He can adjust the timbre, pitch, and tone of his or others voice with ease. He can imitate any accent or voice perfectly. While not being very useful in combat, it's useful in mundane activities. Since mocking people is a personal favorite past time of his, he uses it whenever he's feeling sour and he needs to let loose on someone.
Other:
Dean Finnigan is an excellent singer, due to ease of controlling and pitching voice. He tends to not use that particular talent, though.

[User]
Natasha & Nova

The two stopped their tussling, with Natasha on top of Nova, the former sneaking in another sock to her brother's face before she got off of him and skipped over to Jacob, a confident smile on her face.

"Gah, what the hell Natasha? And who's this guy." Nova held on to his jaw, getting up slowly and inching back aways. He kept a collection of knives, shivs, and broken beer bottles in a cubby near by, just in case somebody ever came in and tried to mess with them.

Natasha ignored her brother, instead walking up and smacking Jacob lightly on his chest in welcome. "Hey hobo-guy, glad you could make it, I knew you couldn't stay away for long. Since your here, you must have decided to join us. Good on you, and as for our fight, that was because Nova over their is a fucking tattle-tale."

"How many times do I have to tell you, I didn't say shit, it was one of the non-conduit reapers."

"Bullshit, they'd no better then to tell on a conduit like me, I'm above them in every sense of the word. They would be too afraid of my wrath to even think of defying me."

"Why, your a tiny loud mouth who suffers from delusions of grandeur, plus you don't have any powers to make them afraid of you, except the power to be incredibly annoying." Nova scoffed, stopping his pursuit of weapons once his sister said who the intruder was. If she knew him, then that meant that he was okay. "Don't get all uppity because you managed to recruit one person, it really doesn't make that much of a difference."

"Yeah, well your face doesn't make much of a difference!"

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"Your face doesn't make any sense!"

"Well at least I'm not so ugly that I have to cover it in makeup every day."

"That's it, get over here and say that to my face!"

And their they go again, locked in another brawl like Jacob wasn't even there. The wolf creature gave the man an expectant stare, as if to say 'Hey, do something about this already'.

[Assistant]
Scorn

"I'm full of surprises," Scorn answered Order ",Oh but come now you give me to much credit. I have hardly killed anyone. If you wish to know how many there was the one Syndicate agent from my lovely show, the unfortunate ones that were there the day my powers came to being, I think that was seven, and two wretched creatures that deserved their fate for what they did to her." At the mention of the murder of her first two victims her face turn to disgust and hatred for a brief second before turning back to her normal insane self.

"You see I don't kill just anyone. Far from what the news likes to say, after all that CTU agent from earlier he didn't die, I just gave him a permanent smile for getting in my way. Why murder our own when our own are the future of this world. Oh how I do enjoy the chaos I cause but most of what I do has a purpose as random it may seem. Driving out other gangs from the city was more then just getting turf, it was about establishing control and base of operations and having no one to put holds on my plans. Yes perhaps a few people were killed between the turf wars that erupted but sometimes a stick is necessary to beat out the rats, my hands were dry though in that I had bigger fish to fry and couldn't be bothered with small things the other Reapers could handle. Beating people perhaps near death primarily the other gang leaders were the only mess I got into in that matter. Even that rogue earlier needed to be stopped for the strings of my web to still be of use. Those I save for more personal matters are only the Syndicate, they deserve the death I give them for what they do to us. Tell me how you would feel if suddenly you had no powers? Your identity suddenly taken. You would want them to pay as much as I would."

Scorn turned to the edge of the roof looking at the city below her remaining silent for a brief few seconds to let her words sink in before continuing.
"Oh I do hate the normals, they let her suffer and only I helped her, I saved her but she was broken by the time I could truely save her. I create chaos out of necessity for my plans as well as much I do enjoy it. Man though, they are chaos incarnated. They deserve punishment but not like the Syndicate. No they deserve the fear I create. They will see that the time of man is ending and the time of conduits is coming. After all look at the many ancestors of man. Those that came before our gone, those inferior forms. This is just another step of that evolution." She said this more so like she was thinking aloud before returning to Order.

"Indeed I create chaos but it's to bring in the order that the rest of our kind could have. You are all about Order yet with man being on top do you think this world will ever have order. No there will never be order because man thrives and lives off the chaos that they create," she said ",This broken and shattered mind of mine has more sanity then you think. So tell me now, shall I keep going or will you turn me away like the Vanguard does, those who try to cling to a world that never will have order."

Keira

Keira was about to ask politely the man to leave who had sat down at her table but had her blood good ice cold at the mention of her sister. She had told no one about what she had learned through her digging of old Curdon Cay files. Of course she probably should of expected that some form of agency would find those files themselves but she had never expected for someone to come looking for her.
"I don't know what you are talking about," she said in an attempt to just get him to stop asking questions but she doubted it would work especially since Miguel knew her name ",I have no sister." She only wished now Eli would come in and get Miguel to leave before asking questions or worst as other thoughts came into her mind on why he was there looking for her. Perhaps being Scorn's sister made her likely up for arrest. She would rather die then return to Curdon Cay.

[User]
"I believe a tour or something was mentioned," someone murmured, and for a brief second the image of a shadow split Jacob's vision in two. It looked impatient and frustrated, talon like hands passively scratching the chin of the bloody wolf before it disappeared. It's not there- it's not real- it's not there- it's not real-, JAcob chanted mentally, glancing at the wolf which hadn't reacted to what Jacob had seen only a moment ago.

Habitually he reached up to his face and adjusted his glasses, the lenses dirty and scratched up but allowing him to see better than he could without them even if by a minimal amount. "Your uh," he began, clearing his throat before continuing, "your friend with that makes those blood wolves told me you would give me a tour or something?" he inquired, making sure he was loud enough that they should hear him.

"YoU CAN't IGNoRE mE FOREVER!" a voice screamed, causing Jacob to flinch. He was about to reach for his pills but remembered he'd taken a second one only a short while ago, it hopefully having yet to take affect. They're just mad is all. They'll get over it, he thought, hoping what he told himself was true.

[Assistant]
"Hm." Dean Finnigan observed, his interest piqued. "Scorn."

The boy had heard of her before, among some questionable conduits. A finicky, distasteful conduit, with an odd, sexual interest in shoving rail spikes up others asses. The other one was anonymous, unfortunately. She appeared to be named.. Order? Scorn and Order. It was a shame that parents nowadays refrained from naming their children normally. They were having some long, philosophical conversation on chaos and insanity. He sighed, chewing on cold eggs. It was a shame that such great powers were wasted on conduits with such an inane disinterest in fighting. A fight between shadow and light could've been so entertaining and fun. He could imagine it now; good v. evil, shadow v. light. It would be like something just out of television. He-

His train of thought was rudely interrupted by a raucous cough. He turned his heard glancing behind him. A man stood, in a flowing jacket, cascading over his shoulders. He recognized the garb. It was It bore heavy similarities to Scorn's own jacket, except less scandalous and showy. The fellow stared at him, his eyes dark, before demanding why he was eavesdropping. The man, also, apparently knew he was a conduit. That was a shame. He'd been working hard on keeping that a secret. In New York, business owners seem to tend to be somewhat reluctant to hire conduits, unfortunately. It was something about property damage, he supposed. All of that work erased by some smuck with the ability to detect conduits. He didn't bother to stand up, let alone put aside his breakfast.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone." The final word echoed, dripping with venom. It seemed almost unnaturally loud, and slightly deeper and bolder. Dean wasn't quite in the mood. "I'm trying to enjoy some breakfast here, reaper."