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Luclie "Luke" Favaro
Gender: Male

Age: 28

Birth Parents: Fiala & an unknown human
Adoptive Parents: Carlos & Renee Favaro

Powers:
Uncanny Luck: Luclie is an unusually lucky man. Even bad-luck spots (for example, crashing his motorcycle on an unfamiliar stretch of highway) eventually turn out for the best for him. His good luck does not rub off on others.

Synesthesia: Although he has been a synesthete his entire life, with the onset of his powers, Luclie can now pass along the sensation to others for as long as they physically touch (because he currently has no control over his power, at the moment this manifests entirely unconsciously - he literally doesn't know he's doing it)

Backstory:
Luclie's earliest memories are of travelling with his birth mother. He doesn't remember much about her, but he remembers how much he loved taking a nap in the back of their beat-up station wagon and waking up, hours later, in a completely different place. He remembers laying next to her in the trunk of the car, parked along a deserted highway, the back hatch popped open, snuggled up in a mountain of blankets and pillows, and drifting to sleep as she whispered stories about the stars. And he remembers vividly the day after his fourth birthday, when she dropped him off with strangers and never came back.

His adoptive parents always stressed that she did it out of love, but that was about all they could tell Luke about his mother - not because they wanted to keep secrets, but because they simply didn't know that much about her. As he got older, he stopped asking questions. Carlos and Renee gave him a good, stable life, and Luke will never say he didn't grow up well. But he always felt a certain, unexplainable disconnect from his adoptive family.

All in all, Luke lived a mostly normal life. He went to school, got a job, bought a motorcycle and then a house. He married a beautiful woman and had a daughter of his own. He was generally happy, but there was always that feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Then, one day, he heard a ring. It called to him in a way he'd never felt before, and he knew that the source of this ring would help him find answers about that strange feeling he'd felt his entire life, the missing piece about himself. He called his wife and told her he had to go - not forever, he promised, he'll be back soon enough - got on his bike, and headed toward the ring, unsure of what he'd find but desperate to find it.

Motive: Figure out what is missing and where he comes from.

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Regales whistled a tune as he traveled in bustling new york city. He was more specifically in Manhattan looking for the newest Michelangelo or Mozart. He has been around since humans were first created and he was the patron god of art and in a sense music was art. He doesn't just bless anyone however as having to many greats creates stagnation in society as a whole. He always made sure to pace himself, he was immortal after all and had no intention of dying.

After wandering for a bit wearing what humans consider "normal" for this day an age at least. He wore blue jeans a t shirt and a tye dye hoodie which helped him stand out. He soon saw a particular piece of street art that interested him. It was bold and chellenged modern art and he knew that he would find this soul and give him the inspiration to shake the art world. Though now that he lacked omnipotence he had to actually look for them in the literal sense which was always so difficult hut if he actually found the artist it would be worth it.

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@GrizzTheMauler@Forsythe

Anarchy

 Goehearth felt sick after they teleported. His form shifted to his true one, involuntarily, then ran to the closest trashcan and vomited purple goo. It produced smoke from it. He got up and looked confused. "Well damn. That never used to happen. Guess it's just biology..." then he tried to turn back. He was too shaken to do so. He started to panic. "What damn enchantments do you have in this place?! I can't shift!" and he went to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. He looked into it and started twitching. "The one time I want to be human, I can't!" then he threw the bottle into his maw and crunched it. He was sitting on his reverse knee and looked at Fiala who was simply enjoying herself. Lucky C#4% he thought. He saw Desious starting to talk and he simply crawled over. Then he felt something jump into between his spines.

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Fate

 Vetra saw her chance and took it. She morphed and landed on Goehearth's back and got into the position she found comfortable. She waited to hear the story Death was to tell about Huseror most likely, but also about his decision. Either way, she would be content. Then she felt the Goehearth squirm. "Get off! I'm trying to figure out why my shifting isn't working!" and He attempted to get her off, but failed. Then they both remembered Keyla. Goehearth turned his head to her. "Don't freak out!
 Just take deep breaths. In and Ou- HMMMMMMM WHY!?" Vetra started pulling his horns. "After this is over, will you take me to a party?" and she pulled harder. Goehearth roared in pain. "Death! Stjerne! Somebody help please!" Vetra pulled harder. "RUGH! Fine you crazy bitch! I concede! Just get off!" She stopped pulling and used him as chair. "Nope, I'm content where I'm at. Continue Death." Goehearth let out a sigh then looked to Keyla. "welcome to our incest and nut-job family. Now I regret being the god of chaos."

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Iratze

She was in India when she heard the bell.

She heard many bells in that moment, yet, there was only one bell that arrested her attention...

It was not the bells worn on the wrists and ankles of the dancers. Neither was it the jingling of coins sewn onto sashes swaddled around hips. Twas neither the ringing laughter or men and women, celebrating mortals. Nor was it the vicious persistent cymbal that drove the vicious music, threatening to pop the eardrums of everyone present...

In that moment Iratze thought it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard but that thought was only nostalgia's influence. The bell reminded her of the old days and old ways, her heart swooned and lamented. She had to answer it's call.

Iratze, who had been dancing with the rest, suddenly stopped. Her arms, which had just been thrusting wildly into the air became still, then dropped to her side. She had become a strangely statuesque among the the swaying twirling bodies, strangely severe in the atmosphere of lights and color and laughter.

One of the women beside her, still dancing with eyes wide and teeny tiny pupils, fixated upon Iratze. "What is the matter?" She asked.

Iratze said nothing for a moment, she just looked up into the air.
"Nothing is wrong at all. I'm having a great time... It's just... Time to go back to work…"

Iratze rose into the air just like the smoke rose up from the censers and candles. In mortal eyes she faded into a gentle swath of colors... So many colors... All the colors... Like a rainbow...

The woman looked worried for a moment... Then she smiled. She laughed at the sight, and threw herself back into the dance.

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Iratze flew and laughed. It had been so long, the open sky seemed to welcomed her back. The clouds seemed to caressed her as she flew straight through them, their moisture clinging to her skin and hair in droplets. The goddess certainly dawdled on her way to the bell. Mortals glancing into the sky at the right moment might see a flash or bend in the rainbow, but it would fade quickly, Iratze was swift.

~~~

She was like a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower… Hovering outside the tower, flying up an down from floor to floor, glancing in this window then that one. Stopping and squinting inside each one to see who or what was inside... She hovered about the outside of the tower until she finally found them.

The gods were gathered inside this tower, in a large comfortable room.

Iratze smiled and knocked on the window. She would wave at whomever might glance towards the noise. Then she set to work on getting inside herself.

Her scrawny hands traced the edge of the window, and, finding it's edge she sought to slide the windowpane aside and let herself in... To no avail. The first few tugs yielded no movement. Frowning, she spun in the air and hiked her feet up. Upside-down now, she braced her feet on the window ledge and grabbed the window in her hands, heaving with all her body and might...

The Sun and Moon did build Iratze with superior strength... Nor even average strength it seemed.

She frowned, and looked sheepishly through the glass and to the assembled deities. She knocked again, hoping that at least one would pity and aid their messenger.

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Hiyori Kozlovsky

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Hiyori sharply exhaled through her nose, dismissing the man's excuse for crashing. She didn't what the reason was or how it happened, all that matter was he crashed. End of story. Thankfully he went off to go check for a phone and that was the last Hiyori thought she'd ever see of that man.

Fueling proceeded and with Hiyori capping off her motorcycle, the man came back. It wasn't so much disdain for the man but her annoyance was clear through her helmet as she snapped her attention to the man. Of course that was before the offer of a free meal, even though Hiyori did not allow her expression to change. In truth, she was going to the exact spot this man was suggesting but with the offer of getting it paid for was nice. Her gaze turned away from the man and wandered down to the diner before turning back. "Fine." She said, albeit a bit abruptly in response. "Hop on. We'll head over." Without further pause, Hiyori mounted her bike and drove down the street to the diner.

Shutting off her bike and placing her helmet on her bike, she proceeded in, expecting the man to follow. She went ahead and picked out a booth off in the corner, by her bike so she could keep an eye on it. She slipped off her backpack and placed it beside her, consuming the rest of the room on her side of the booth just in case the man was some pervert who would sit there.

Hiyori rapped her fingers across the table while the two sat in silence for a moment. Again, Hiyori was expecting this man to be not too significant in her life so she shrugged off the uncomfortable silence for the moment. The not-too-busy waitress came over asking about drinks. "Coffee and a water." Hiyori said, scooping up a menu as they were placed on the table and focused on contents for awhile. Chicken friend steak, good enough. She tossed the menu aside and glanced out the window to where her bike was still present. Remembering and making the connection to her lunch date, she remembered the man's broken bike still laying on the side of the road. "So... guy." She didn't even know this guy's name still. "What are you going to do? Get your bike towed to San Fransisco and wait it out?"

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Luclie: where do I start

Luke breathed a sigh of relief when the woman agreed to lunch. He hopped on behind her, hugging her loosely so as to not fall off. As he did so, a dance of colours passed through her vision without obscuring it, varying in intensity and movement as the sounds around them changed. The roar of the engine produced explosions of indigo as it sputtered, and a wave of goldenrod flowed past as he spoke: "Thanks again. It's just up the road." The sensation lasted as long as he touched her - as soon as he let go and hopped off the bike, the colours disappeared completely. Without a word, he followed her into the restaurant and to the booth of her choice.

He noticed her blatant you-can't-sit-here gesture, but decided not to say anything. He slid into the opposite booth and took up a menu as well. When the waitress came to ask about drinks, he let his companion order first. "Coffee, please," he said when it was his turn. "Just bring us the pot, if you can." His stamina was a lot more drained than he thought. Sixteen near-straight hours on the road will do that to you.

He glanced over the menu, unsure exactly what he wanted but not wanting to waste too much time. Cheeseburger, good enough. He set aside the menu as she addressed him.

Her question surprised him. "Are - are we close to San Francisco?" He could have sworn they were much further north... but Luke wasn't exactly a geography expert. He tried to form a map in his mind... no, he definitely passed the last sign for San Francisco hours ago. Where the hell were they, then, that she would suggest that?

He cleared his throat. "No - no, I'm headed north. I don't really care about the bike right now." His heart broke as the words left his mouth - aside from his family, he loved that bike more than anything - but it was the truth. Fixing the bike would mean a costly detour, and his wife would surely find out. She would worry, and probably come looking for him, and he just couldn't let that happen right now.

He paused. Up until this moment he hadn't actually thought about what he would say to her. "I don't have time to care about the bike right now. I just need to go north." Fuck, how could he explain it? Following a distant bell across multiple states sounded crazy even to him. He tapped on the table, trying to think of what to say. "I'm looking for something," was what he settled on.

God, Luke, how badly can you fuck this up?


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Annalise Altera

Age: 22

Bio: The eldest of the 4 daughters Annalise was born with some form of Albinism resulting in much lighter skin and hair than her parents. It was because of this that she was believed to have the ability to learn the art of magic. When she was old enough to learn one of the Court Mages attempted to train her in the art but it was quickly discovered that she was not able to practice the art. She has a very intense sense of duty to her father and her kingdom, while she does wish for her freedom to marry who she wanted, like her father did before her, she is willing to do what it takes to help her father and her home succeed.

Other: Annalise was born blind in her right eye so she can be a little clumsy at times and lacks proper depth perception.
Age: 19
Bio(optional): The 3rd son to the King of the Orc ruled desert Kingdom of Afdan.
Personality: Despite his slightly brutish appearance Prince Gil is a respectable male with a kind heart. He often speaks softly and has a habit of hunching around those he does not wish to startle in an attempt to make himself look smaller. He is, however, aware that he does give off a certain appearance and his not afraid to use his larger stature to intimidate those he deems a threat.
Other(optional):
Aldar has been Gil's personal guard as well as teacher since he was old enough to wield a weapon. He is practically a second father to the prince.

A young but gifted Shaman sent with Gil to tend to the Prince should he sustain any injuries as well as to allow fast communication between Gil and his father should it be needed.

Long ago the Desert Country of Afdan was seemingly uninhabitable however the hearty Orcish race called these lands home. Many nomadic tribes existed within the country each filled with fierce warriors. Orc were viewed by the rest of the kingdoms as brutish and savage. In most cases they were correct. Many kingdoms took to exiling criminals, traitors, and deserters to the country, intending it to be a punishment. Those who were exiled here soon found out that though the Orcs of the country were indeed brutes, they were also willing to learn about the world outside of their own realm. The Orcs of Afdan accepted those who were exiled into their tribes so long as the individuals respected their rules and ways of life. Slowly as the tribes took on more people of all races a true country began to form. The dwarves brought with them knowledge of metal and ore, the humans agriculture and livestock, the elves magic. As the country grew it became a melting pot of many different cultures and the nomadic ways of the old Orcs, though not entirely gone, became less of a necessity and more of a way of distributing goods from one tribe to another.

 However each tribe still saw themselves as separate from the others, only trading among the others because it benefited them. Eventually, as with most new civilizations, a power struggle began, as each tribe, with their own Chief, began fighting for land and resources. After all, resources were few and far between in the desert. Simple squabbles became full blown wars until finally one of the Orc Chiefs, came up with an idea. The Chiefs of each tribe would fight in 1v1 battle against another, moving up the ranks as they won until only one was victorious. The winner would be made Chief of Chiefs and their tribe would become the new united nation's capital. All losing Chiefs would answer to the winner but still maintain their tribe. Any disputes on land and resources would be handled by the Chief of Chiefs and his word would be final.

The official Kingdom of Afdan is a fairly new kingdom only about half a century old, still consisting of a variety of tribes, each with their own Chief who answers to the "Chief of Chiefs" or to other kingdoms, the "King" of Afdan. The Orc Dumag Jalal, the winner of "The Great Chief Battle" Became the ruler of this new Kingdom at the Young Age of 20. His human wife Daphne Jalal, the Queen, has been instrumental in assisting the tribes in coming together. The pair have 3 sons. Dumag Jalal II, 25, the eldest and heir to the throne. Uram Jalal, 23, the middle and commander of the Afdan army. Gil Jalal, 19, the youngest and the one who was sent to marry a Princess of the Astalian Kingdom.

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Loreena had been up since the gray light of dawn. She knew it was Uriah's favorite time of day, before the sun illuminated the colors of the world, and life would begin to rouse and stir. The Court Mage would be found in the gardens at this hour, and Loreena herself was in the kitchen, warming a pot of tea for them. Today was a big day, the castle all in an flurry of preparation and excitement. Despite all of the pomp and circumstance, her teacher refused to release her from her lesson for the day. If she was to apply herself to magic, it needed to be a lifelong passion and pursuit. Loreena had shown no disappointment in his decision, despite his gruff mannerisms.

Uriah had been her teacher and companion since she was 14 and her abilities had begun to manifest. He had tested all of the princesses as they came of age, but as of yet, only Lore had shown any aptitude for it. He had taken her education very seriously, and had done his best to impress on her the seriousness of the power she could wield. She had been an apt student, but magic was hard to master, and it had taken nearly a year for her just to find a focus she resonated with, and another half year after that before she could begin to weave the magic into the web of spells. Uriah had been infinitely patient with h, pushing her when she felt lazy or overconfident, and comforting her when she grew frustrated and discouraged. Through it all, he never lost his temper, was ever patient, and always emotionally solid.

Lore brought the tray of tea out to the garden where he sat, meditating, preparing to greet the dawn. The older man smiled as he saw his young charge, gratefully accepting a cup of the steaming brew as the princess took a seat next to him. "A big day, milady. You meet a potential husband in a few hours. How does that make you feel?"

The woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Nervous....excited....uncertain. I have never thought about a future with someone else. I don't know what to expect, nor if I should even expect anything at all. What if none like me? What if I make a mistake and embarrass my family? What if things don't work out?..."

"And what if the sun turns purple and the birds swim and the fish fly...?" Uriah cut in, the absurdity of the statement bringing a smile to Loreena's face. He continued. "You have never needed anyone before, and you do not need anyone to continue. That being said, having a companion for your future can be a comforting and adventurous event. Yes, there is a business aspect to this, a chance for something strong and powerful to come of this, but you have a sensible mind and a romantic heart, milady. Do not waste it on someone who will not walk beside you as friend as well as lover."

Loreena sipped her cup. "Is that why you never married, Uriah?" The older man chuckled. "I am married, child. To my work, to my learning, my teaching, and my magic. I love what I have learned, and I know it as intimately as any lover. I cannot expect everyone to walk the path I have, but I am content with my books. You, I sense, will not be content until you have filled volumes of books with your own stories. Now come, we will have your lesson early so you may be with your family when the guests arrive."

A few hours later saw Loreena being the last of her sisters to enter the meeting room, Uriah in tow. "Sorry I'm late!" She said, bustling in, greeting each sister and their father with a kiss to the cheek before taking her place along with the others.

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"No matter what, I love you, but I must do this for my kingdom. I hope you understand."

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The wind whistled its beautiful melody through Alvaro's hair as he stood upon the balcony that overlooked the beautiful lush forest of Lorien. His eyes were closed as he felt the arms of his lover wrap around his midsection. The taller male's chin rested on Alvaro's shoulder as he continued to feel the breeze flow around them.

"What is your plan?"

"I don't know. This is all so stupid, but if it is my father's wishes how can I say no?"

"Like this. NO."

"Says the one who does everything he says."

"Listen my love. No matter what, I will always love you and I will always support you, even if you have to go and frolic with some girl."

"I know my love. I will make it up to you, I promise. I will find a way to do this without having to marry someone I don't love. I wish to marry you, to live as we do now without hindrance."

"I won't stop you from doing what the King asks. You are the heir to his throne. You are the future leader of Lorien. I feel this will prepare you more to take the helm when your time comes, but for now, you're mine for the next hour."

Alvaro turned to look his lover in the eyes as they shared a passionate kiss before returning to his chambers. He was set to leave that day to head to Astalia and he wanted to spend the last night with his love before marrying a princess he didn't love nor wanted to love. Alvaro and his lover spent the hour holding each other before Alvaro's guard knocked on the chamber doors to let him know the King was waiting.

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The distance wasn't too great from Lorien to Astalia, but Alvaro had decided to only travel with two guards instead of an entourage. His father had tried to order him to take more, but Alvaro stood his ground and gave his father an order which seemed to surprise the older man, but Alvaro's mother had smiled and ushered him off with just two guards. Alvaro was capable of taking care of himself, no matter how much his father thought he needed protection. He had fought countless battles to defend his kingdom and was quite the warrior. What surprised him more is the guard that his father insisted go with him on this mission of ceremonial engagement.

"Nairo, you have to promise that no matter what, you won't act out during the ceremony," Alvaro said sternly to his boyfriend of three years.

"I promise, I'm just here to make sure you get there safe and besides, you know you love it."

Their entourage of three approached the Kingdom of Astalia and as they approached, they saw the other princes that had come for the hands of the other princesses. Alvaro sighed and approached as the stable men took the horses they'd come on. Alvaro moved with supreme elegance and lowered his head to show respect to the princes of the other kingdoms. He carried with him an aura of light, and the wind seemed to blow in response to his presence. He held one hand behind his back as the other gripped a beautiful fan made of metal that could slice a man's throat with ease. He fanned himself lightly as he was led to the meeting area. There was no loud announcement of his coming, or anything except the guard of Astalia knowing of his arrival by vision alone.

"It is an honor to be in the presence of the great King of Astalia and his daughters. I surely hope he will understand," Alvaro said to Nairo who stood beside him along with the other guard.

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The journey from Afdan had been a decently uneventful one. People on the roads avoided the small group, which only consisted of the half-orc Prince, one large orcish guard, and a slightly smaller half -orc shaman. as well as five large oxen sized boars. Three ridden by the individuals and two carrying the luggage the group brought with them. Which, in retrospect, was not a lot. As they approached the capital city of Astalia Gil couldn't help but marvel at the city on the cliffs. The sun glistened off the sea as they approached. It was a sight that Gil hadn't known he was missing out on. He stopped for a brief moment to admire the view from a distance.

"My Prince, we must continue. We must arrive this day." The guard who accompanied him said as he turned to look at the young man. His voice was gruff, one that many would find intimidating. The blue eyes of the prince landed on the guard and he sighed.

"I am very aware of this Aldar. I was simply admiring the Sea. I have never seen it before." Gil replied, kicking the boar to start walking again. Travelers on the road would not know what the men were saying as they were speaking the language of the Orcs. His gaze remained on the ocean as they continued. If there was one thing he could say he was happy about, it would be the chance to see the ocean. It was a beautiful sight, one he would not soon forget.

It took about an hour for the group to enter the city. The city itself was something to marvel at. The buildings much more permanent than many in his kingdom. Being built of stone, some even build into the cliff faces. The Prince examined the buildings as the group traveled through the city toward the castle that sat directly on the cliff. It took him a moment to notice the murmurs as the group traveled. He knew that many of the other races were distrustful of his people. Orcs were seen as brutes by the rest of the continent. He was sure their arrival was one that would be met with a mix of emotions. It didn't help that though the Prince's clothes were rich in color, they were nothing to marvel at. His country did not use clothing to show status, in fact it wasn't uncommon for Cheiftans to wear clothes similar to the people they commanded. Their status was instead represented by threads and ribbons braided into an individual's hair. Something other countries would not understand.

After a short walk through the city they arrived at the castle gates. Where they were stopped. Aldar, dismounted and presented the Prince in broken Astalian. "Prince Gil Jalal of Afdan." Was all he said. Which seemed to give the guards all they needed. Gil and the Shaman who accompanied the two dismounted as well, and their mounts were taken elsewhere. The group now traveled on foot, being ushered toward the main hall. Aldar took the lead, with Gil behind him, and the Shaman behind him.


[System]
Age: 26
Allegiance: Order
Personality: Curious, she has always wondered whether her caring nature was down to being born within a nexus of positive magical energy or if it was the result of being nurtured. Having never met one of her kind that was evil presumed that she would likely never know. She is incredibly strong willed, and slow to anger. She has a an almost gut instinct for those causes that are good, and those that are not.
Species: Alfar
Immortal Type: Alphan
City of Origin: Lemuria
House: Dragon
Magic Source: Life-force
Magic Discipline: Psychic
Magic Type; Excellencies

Abilities
These would replace spells.

Avoidance: Those that have ability are frustrating foes to combat, bending and dodging blows as if they were made by addled children.

Slaying Touch: Allows her to strike a nerve cluster with the force to kill a humanoid opponent instantly.

Spider Climb: By balancing her weight and using the strength and agility in your limbs and hands is unequalled, and it shows. Able to find tiny cracks and uneven spots to hold while you move in any direction.

Tireless: It allows her to continue fighting or working long after others drop from exhaustion.

Wall Leaping: She can run along or up walls for short distances to escape or gain a better position against an enemy.

Vanish: When needed she can be as shadow and fog – able to vanish with but a moment to do so. You are a true
master of misdirection and disappearance, and in the blink of an eye you can be gone as if never even there.

Main Skills
Martial Arts (Armed and Unarmed and the use of pressure points): Most would consider her an expert, a virtual master, one of many in the known world.
Survival, Trapping & Foraging: This has enabled her to survive on her own in the wilds for many years.

Secondary Skills
Cooking: She has learned to cook the food she finds to ensure that food poisoning does not result.
Forging: Over the years has been taught to make her own weapons.
Sewing: Able to repair her own clothes and garments.

Equipment
She also possesses a few knives and various travelling accessories.

It is a magical blade that upon mental command is covered in pure ice and capable of manifesting freezing winds. This weapon is her pride and joy, and she is reluctant to give it up.

Backstory
Born to a noble family that were later murdered by assassins unknown, she was left alone. After wandering the city alone, begging for food that she came upon an old man that took pity upon her. Teaching her how to survive in multiple ways so that she would no longer be prey for anyone - male or female. From there she travelled the world encountering all kinds of inhuman species-not just broadening her horizons, but mentally. There she learned to accept the many things that life would throw at her. in doing so became a hired sword, gaining reputation and prestige, but she was not one to take up an unjust cause.

Appearance (Picture):

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Across the World
Meteors cascaded across Earth's atmosphere like pebbles across a pond. Every so often one would dip and fall into the gravity of the planet. Within incorporeal monsters writhed against chains that had held them captive for literally an aeon, or two. They mentally flexed against their bonds, pulling, twisting, shaking, yet they held.

Up till now.

Within one known as Masara felt one of the links snap, followed by another. As the asteroid exploded over a group of unknown mountains, upon some totally insignificant planet in some backend part of the universe – imprisoned. Once her kind had explored, made the multiverse kneel before their power when her grasp was once not so limited.

Yet she was very limited.

A Lord of the Outer Plane, compressed, bound, unable to access her greater and more powerful self – that too imprisoned in another plane of existence. Damn the three-headed Lords of Balance, the beings that kept Order and Chaos in check. But she was free, and she revelled in it seeking the first host to possess – moving at the speed of light towards the telluric energy that would take her incorporeal form, elsewhere.

Kunlun Mountains
Nemeya walked towards the nexus of telluric energy which flashed and flared green, followed by blue. It wasn't bright, more a kind of haze, like smoke. As they both approached, they looked a sorry pair. Blood had congealed on his left sleeve, and his hand now hung, uselessly, at an odd angle.

"Are you okay?"

He winced in pain, "What happened to insulting me? Am I not an old goat now?"

She smiled warmly, "Only when it suits you" she retorted. "Why don't you use magic to heal your hand?"

"Why don't you channel some of that Alpha energy into me?"

"You just want me to hold your hand."

"Can't blame an old man for tryin'"

"I can blame you for a lot of things – most of them crude."

"Well you got me gal." He sighed, "where you off-to anyway?"

"Not sure yet" she remarked wryly.

[Assistant]
Doverrick continued to stare and look at the destruction that had been cause for a time. Having rather not seen the source of the said destruction in the first place. Perhaps it simply shined bright and passed on its destructive path rather quickly, whatever it was. He wanted to know exactly what it was in truth, having been underground and not having the chance to spot the darn creature or thing, whatever it was. It definitely had power, which alone was interesting enough and the display of it was indeed exciting to some degree or another. He had no the villagers' doom or likely soon to be destruction as to find the source of the power and hopefully better his own.

He glanced back toward the path of which he was originally waking on but had taken a safer route. Briefly glancing or having though he had seen some other traveler or wander and the sight rather excited and brought some fear into him. Doverrick wanted to get the information and pass through rather quickly. Even the cold was not going to slow him down for too long.

Doverrick's attention quickly snapped back to the two whom were conversating. One of them being an old goat or at least what the assumingly Alfar female called him. Doverrick would rather rush quickly over to them before sending a worried glance back toward the other traveler that was along the path. Rather rushing over to the two and the ley-line near them. "Yes, yes healing. I will be able to handle that if you do need it. If you would ever so kindly would not mind, mentioning exactly what had occurred to that pitiful small village not too far off yander." He rather tried to come off as begging and perhaps a bit pleasant as there was something to be wanted here, information. Useful or interesting information at the least, that was needed to be obtained quickly before more competitors or trouble arrived.

[User]
Jarek

As Jarek continued to progress up the mountain path with increasing speed, his attention was soon taken by the scene of a ruined village. He had traveled far since leaving home, but never had he seen such destruction. He could only guess what had the power to do something like this, but maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe it was an accident, or some sort of natural disaster. These thoughts did little to convince him, but it helped ease his fears a little. Part of him wanted to explore the village, learn of its secrets and wonders, but he had a mission, a quest that he had promised himself not to abandon until he had seen it through.

He let out a small sigh before turning back to the path and continuing his journey. As he did so, he noticed a traveler up ahead, staring at him. It was only for a brief second, more of a glance than a stare, but he was certainly looking at him. Who would be travelling this road, though? What sort of person in their right minds would be journeying to see some infamous mage whose tower was resting on a ley line? Then Jarek looked a little closer. The being above him seemed more a creature than an actual person. He had fur, and pointed ears, like a dog almost. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he had heard of people doing experiments to create beast folk, be it out of research or to create unquestioningly loyal servants. Maybe this was one of those, or maybe he was just some race that Jarek had never set eyes on. He had lived a rather sheltered life up until this point.

The being ahead cast one more glance back at him before quickly running up ahead. If Jarek didn't have his suspicions before, now he was almost certain that the beast had ill intent. Afterall, it was on a road never traveled by anybody meaning to bring any good to the land, or at least, that's what the rumor told him about the path. Slowly, Jarek blended into the scenery by the side of the road, watching ahead for any other people, hoping to be able to see them without them seeing him. Maybe it was just one too many days travelling alone, but he couldn't shake the feeling that the creature he had seen would play a major part in his confrontation with the mage.

[Assistant]
Nemaya looked up quickly at the sound of the voice, so caught up in the banter with Rushan that neither had noticed the intrusion. With all said and done the individual did not seem hostile. Although it would not be the first time she'd been caught unawares. Tilting her head to one side studied the male. It was one of the beast-folk and looking at the markings it resembled some kind of cat-like animal.

Biology was not quite her strong suit.

Her talents lay elsewhere and she could not help reminisce about when Rushan had tried to teach her magic. That had been the beginning of a long friendship – granted he'd been younger then. Not that she had been a good pupil and could in fact she could remember his grousing even now – lime it was yesterday, at how bad she had been.

In fact he'd flat out said that she had zero talent for any type of magery, even cantrips were beyond her. She'd been damn good at hitting things, really, really hard. That was her talent. Beating the ever-living out of people that displeased her, and there had been quite a few of those.

Not that she wantonly killed – only those truly deserving, and there had been far too many of those she thought ashamedly. As she stared back at the beast man, it was clear that Rushan was somewhat rapt for some reason. He was not a saint by any stretch of the imagination – neither was she, and it was clearly this that he missed the surge of telluric energy pulling her in. Such was the power she heard his screams first, before being covered in gore and viscera. Her head snapped around only to see his lifeless eyes – it was then she took in the surroundings.

It was some kind of green tunnel, the dimensions were truly cyclopean. There was neither end nor origin, neither front nor behind. Almost as if some giant green worm had surfaced and swallowed her whole. At a guess even a thousand of her hand-to-hand would not even reach the other side. Bathed in the glow, was unable to impede her movement, in any way. It felt fast. But without any means of comparison or of measuring it, she had no way of knowing.

Almost feels better that way.

It almost felt like the explorer in her was trying to take charge again. She hated when that happened! Not that there was anything she could do about it. The tunnel wound left, and then right like an undulating snake and could not help but shiver at the analogy. Her internal clock easily guessed that about ten minutes had passed and still her journey continued – Rushan had drifted too far away and was long dead – poor bastard! Whatever had killed him would pay dearly!

The tunnel narrowed surreptitiously and before she could even act deposited her in a hallway that for all intents reminded her of a castle's. Rubbing her sore derriere she stood adroitly not even bothering to wipe off the remains of Rushan - her training kicking into overdrive. It was then there was time to survey the surroundings. The brickwork tunnel carried on both front and behind as far as the eye could see, and was fairly sure that it went a good deal beyond even that. The ceiling was over twenty feet in height from which hung circular objects with some kind of luminescent item inside.

Both sides of the walls had little crevices within which were candles – unable to resist watching noticed rather quickly that none of them seemed to burn down. Clearly designed to burn forever, in such situations it was hard to work out if it was magic, some kind of mystech or really advanced technology. On both sides about every twenty or so feet was a glowing portal leading to somewhere else. In the distance there was even one on the ceiling and the floor.

By the Lords of Order this was bizarre!

Having travelled to other worlds before and experiencing the multiverse had been quite a thrill, once. Once the feeling of never getting home had quickly bought an edge of fear, and the chance that she would be stranded another element of loneliness and despair. Luckily, and somehow she'd run into Rushan and before he'd even offered to take her home had proceeded to admonish her like some two year old.

Just where in the hell was she?


[System]
Age: Appears 18
Gender: Androgynous Male
Race: Hex
Status: Rebellion. Ex Enslaved
Bio: How useful would it be to have access to the secrets of photosynthesis? An end to the fuel crisis, global starvation, the works. Certainly, the one to stumble across such a find would be heralded as the next saint...even if it costs one boy a few sets of skin. His tissue samples could have proven useful specimens in unlocking that philosophers stone, if only the scientists knew what tests to run instead of cutting blindly. Luciel learned to use his powers to heal early on, since tests often left him raw from sampling. All it took was one act of sympathy; a flower, to lighten the mood.
2 years since the massacre which his escape resulted in, he endeavors to continue his retaliating strike by undoing the evils of mankind wherever they may rear their hideousness upon the Hex.
Luciel comes off a tad eccentric with bouts of effeminacy, finding it easier to lie about his gender rather than explain himself. This also hints to the ingrained cynicism which he does well to hide, developed during his time spent in captivity...as most of the Hex often acquire, it seems.

Powers/Abilities: Phytogenesis/Arborkineses (Manipulation over plant mater in its basest of senses)
-Breath of Life~ Luciel's power starts with the understanding of life potential. Most commonly used to bend the genesis of a simple seed into various tools and weapons with enough creativity, the idea behind the power is to control the process of growth. This can expand to the human genome, although human cells function in their own way contrary to plants. This power manages little more than aiding in regrowing damaged flesh for most fauna. His power requires a catalyst to force energy into, being unable to simply summon plants.
-Metabolic Independence~ Similar to photosynthesis, Luciel is mostly unreliant on conventional food for sustinance. However, this requires exposure to direct sunlight for extended periods of time which have stripped his skin and hair of most of its pigment. Even then, this is only a supplement, allowing him to go up to three weeks without food. (water is still a must)
-Ascencing~ Being in tune with life energy which his powers rely on, Luciel can feel life energy in close proximity. This can be excused as a sort of supernatural empathy, although emotions don't factor into the sense. Strength, vigor, weakness and malady are the strongest of tells.
-Wild Growth Summons~
=Sleeve Ace: Shrubotth
Class: Summoned Monster
Subtype: Plant (Vulnerable to fire and slash damage. Hardy and resistant to light-based energy)
At the cost of roughly 30-60-90% of Luciel's energy, he bestows savage sentience to a mass of plant material. Once the process is complete, Luciel lacks any control over the summon as it exists merely to grow, consume, and continue to grow.
(Stage 1)30%: Standard beast which grows to take up as much space as possible, perishes over the course of an hour.
(Stage 2)60%: Aggressive beast which grows slowly and defensively with means to attack and consume the unwary. Perishes over 3 hours
(Stage 3)90%: Malicious beast which grows in layers, expanding from within to protect its core. Meanwhile, it will grow to seek out consumable material which it employs poisons and traps to subdue. Its aim is survival and destruction. Perishes over 9-12 hours unless burnt down to its core. For very good reasons, Luciel never uses this stage.
Luciel commonly stands at 5'7. Their clothes consist of vibrant plant material shaped into eccentric designs and colours; silky-soft to the touch and surprisingly durable.

(Subject to various edits, but you get the idea. Kinda done in a rush >_<)

[User] Apollo soon arrived at the main tower. The guards brought him to the top of the tower where they strapped him in. "Prepare the mirrors." said the head guard. The other guards began to hit switches making mirrors come out around the tower and reflect light straight to Apollo. Apollo began to absorb the sunlight and the harness he was in turned so he was facing the wing that the break in was in. "keep an eye on that bridge, it's the only way they can get to the rest of the prison. If you see anyone who isn't a soldier open fire."

[Assistant]
{{gurl ain't waitin to be saved she saves herself! XD}}

Being surrounded by the sounds of alarms, gun fire, explosions, and yelling over whelmed and confused Ace driving her to nearly insanity. These sense of being overwhelmed caused her body to acted on its own. Fire engulfed Ace's body, burning the blind fold along with anything and everything in the room that wasn't quick enough to flee or protect themselves.the heat of the flames melted the circuits in the shock collar tied around her neck and though her body was completely swallowed in fire she did not burn. Ace was acting on complete instinct like a senseless beast.

[User]
Just as his vision began to blur, the whoosh of a backdraft accented the billowing flames that washed around the two. The guard's grip gave as he broke composure, screaming and stumbling a few steps before slipping and bashing his face in on a hunk of concrete. Leaving the man to burn, Luciel coughed, holding himself up on the wall. Looking over his shoulder at the inferno, he lifted a hand to shield his eyes, hoping the Hex was collected enough to see that he wasn't a threat. "Are you okay?" He joked, trying to get a view of the outside to check for potentially more guards.
His clothes were singed around the hems and lace, writhing as though they were alive and with a mind of their own. Softly, a black mist washed out from the damaged sections which crumpled and fell off, letting the new growth repair his attire and restore its brilliance. "I am sorry I vahz not as fast I could haf been" he apologized in a calming tone, trying to talk Ace down from her state as he immediately recognized her as a Hex.

[Assistant] Ace was breathing heavily letting out a few occasional roars, growls, and screams. She thrashed about wildly trying to break free of her chains and run away as fast as she could. The role of being an animal that was set by society is something she played well. Ace's attention snapped to Luciel; she glared at him with a dead look in her eyes that was of intense fear and horror for a moment, that quickly turned to that in which expressed no life and was that of an empty shell. The fire died down slightly as her eyes watered up and she started to cry as Ace murmured quietly, "I....can....see...I...don't....want...to...die..." then collapsed, face down, from exhaustion. the fire surrounding Ace then died down completely leaving an few small, stay flames scattered about throughout the room.

[User]
He took a hesitant step back as Ace stalked her cell, unsure if he'd broken into a good enough cell since the girl seemed quite damaged. It couldn't be helped, "Associating yourself vith animals vill eventually lower you to their level..." Luciel muttered in his rough English, not caring to suppress his accent while talking to himself...aaaand because the only person in the room worth talking to had collapsed.
"Ouf...what a mess" Luciel sighed, quickly scooping her up in his arms. Off in the distance of the complex, alarms were blaring. It was an oversight, the events being a formidable distraction from what he had expected. Hesitantly, he took a few steps around the room as if forgetting what he was doing before shaking his head.

Old ghosts, new tomb.

And now the hard part, scrambling security and an expanse of open ground ripe for being gunned down in. Luciel had a faint hope that his unseen assistant was still around, although this did nothing to shake the feeling that his plan had been woefully flawed from the beginning. It had, after all, relied on whomever he broke out to be able to help him escape, as well.
Panic began to set in as he slowly came to terms with just how trapped they were.
Luciel shifted her weight to feel at the small pouches of seeds in his pockets. It wasn't often that he overexerted himself to the point of exhaustion, but the thought of summoning a small forest for cover seemed like a feat which could bring it to question. Cover wasn't worth a dime if he couldn't use it, and having to carry someone at the same time?

[Assistant] Apollo waited for anyone to come out on the bridge. He was getting impatient. Over the com, they hear a guard say "One Hex has broken into the facility. He is still in the cell with Hex in that cell." The head guard in the room picked up the com and said " All units evac cell block." He then looked at Apollo said "seal up the entrance when the guards are clear." Apollo nodded and began to charge up some sunlight to seal the entrance to the cell block.

[User] "Hey!" Drex called out to the pink haired figure who seemed to be a hex. "Run towards me!" Layer after layer of compacted ice was put over the figures head. "this is your last chance. Run! Now!"

[Assistant]
{{lol she's down but not quite out yet she's still awake she just can't stand XD}}
Ace, though was still very untrusting of the beautiful young man holding her, did not protest. she was extremely skinny and didn't weigh much but she could tell that her rescuer was having a rough time making his escape. She caught quick glance of a strange machine on the top of a near by tower aiming right for them. Ace knew this wasn't going to be easy, and that she might die for pushing far past the limits she's supposed to go, but she decided she had to use what every energy she had left to get out of there. "stay...still...i'll...help..." Ace murmured. She moved her hand, shakingly, over in front of her and groaned slightly as she used her last bit of strength to create a small wall out of rock for cover and fling a couple small rocks to take out a couple mirrors at the tower she noticed earlier. she then went completely limp and FINALLY fell unconscious.

{{ok there! i'm done! do what you will! if i went any further i'd be god moding XD

[User]
Luciel snapped back to his senses as he was called to by a figure in the distance. Blinking, he reacted by stuffing the rest of the bag of pumpkin seeds in his mouth, crunching down as a trail of black mist eased from the corners of his mouth. 'I-sure, why not' he thought, leaving a little surprise for the cleanup team as he spat the mass of sizzling seed pulp into the cell before charging out into the open air. He crossed himself to the best of his ability while carrying Ace, clumsily and indiscriminately tearing into three other backs and scattering them in front of himself as he ran.
The ground twisted and tore at itself as bolts of corn stalks formed abnormally tall and obscuring rows, accented with vines which coiled and clawed at the air in all directions. Truly, the only way to discern where there were was by this wave of violent flora which made a b-line away from the prison.

In the meantime, the hole in the wall belched forth torrents of pumpkin guts and vines as the room was quickly filled with the same mess that only 5 seeds had taken out a wall. Two dozen, on the other hand...

[Assistant] Apollo scowled at the mirrors being hit and turned his attention to the fleeing Hex. He fired a beam of light which missed them,(its a beam about two feet wide) but it began to trail behind them, melting ice, burning the plants and burning the stone as it followed them. (before you ask yes pure sunlight can burn stone, ex asteroids, though the stones are not destroyed, just burning) He growled and then began to fire orbs of light as well, but because most of his power was focused on the beam, the orbs were small and were inaccurate mostly hitting the ground around the two fleeing Hex. His harness was beginning to melt from the heat he was building up attacking. The guards all began to run out of the room and down to the bottom of the tower as the top of the tower burst into flames, from the heat.

[User] Drex grabbed on to the persons shoulders,tight. "Hang on," Drex said, and he shot up into the sky, away from the solar beams. He traveled about half a kilometer before dropping to the ground again. "So, what's are next move,"Drex said, "oh! By the way, my name is Drex"

[Assistant]
Luciel stumbled his way through the jungle he was making, mostly running on adrenaline to carry himself at enough speed to stay just out of reach of the Humans' death-laser contraption. The growing light from the direction of the tower became too much to bear, making it difficult to avoid almost being knocked to the ground by the concussing blast from one of the orbs. The vines helped him stay standing and the ringing in his ears would eventually subside, but for a few moments they were exposed. Conveniently, the machine seemed to backfire, going up in flames and forcing the assisting gunmen to retreat. He was thankful that the girl in his arms was so light, as he would have otherwise dropped her or have been unable to stand in time to sustain just less than a layer of his coat being blown off in a screeching torrent of writhing cinders.

They barreled into the treeline, Luciel doing his best to shield the girl from whipping branches and shrubs before he eventually lost his footing and toppled over. His insistence on getting the job done ended with being used as a crash pad for the girl.
Collapsing in a tiny clearing, he groaned as his hands went to check himself for lasting damage, content with taking a second to rest. This was broken, however, by the small figure of a boy hoisting the two up and carrying them off, only to set them down somewhere else.
Again, Luciel was loathe to deny help. He set the girl on the ground, sitting next to her and catching his breath while checking the smoldering damage to his attire, once again. Leaving it how it was, for the moment, he extended a hand to shake. "Luciel Lucerne...thank you" he said, sincerely grateful for the extraction. The fact that he was saved by a child put him off, slightly. Truth was, there really wasn't a next move, as far as he knew. The damage was done and the vines from his parting gift were certain to disrupt vent control and upset the order for however long it took for it all to die or be removed. "I'm not sure, heh" he said in between breaths, "...For now, I am goink to enjoy being in one piece, and havink somezhing to show for it" Luciel continued, lifting one of Ace's arms and letting it drop, testing her consciousness.


[System]
Age:
16

Powers:
-Cryokinesis-
The ability to condense the moisture in the surrounding air in order to create ice. She can create whatever shape she wishes, limited only by the amount of moisture in the air. She can also control her ice constructs, moving or projecting them through the air.

Weapons:
N/A

Bio:
Lina was born to a famous concert violinist and, the fact that she grew up to share her father's talent and love of music was an ironclad bonding point for the two of them. When she was six she received a genuine Karl Hofner original violin from her father and began her tutelage under him. Her fascination with romance came when she turned eleven and she got her hands on one of her mother's old romance novels. It was a sappy, cliche filled book, but it awakened a fire in her to match her passion for music and she found herself enamored with even the concept of love. Lina's idyllic life came to an abrupt end, however, on the eve of her fourteenth birthday when she discovered, quite by accident, that she had an inexplicable ability. When this ability awakened, Lina was in public and it caused quite a stir, luckily most who hadn't witnessed the incident in person laughed it off as a stunt or prank, but she caught the attention of Miss Dawson's Home for the Truly Gifted and one day, when walking home from a violin recital, she found herself snatched away from family and friends, taken to this new prison with nothing but the clothes on her back and her violin in it's case.

Dreams/Wishes:
Lina is a girl who is in love with love. She wants, above all, to find romance.

Evil, Good, Walking the Line:
Good

Siblings (If Any):
Several older sisters

Pets (If Any):
N/A

[User]
Lina Evangeline
Lina awoke to the sound of trumpets playing reveille over the loudspeakers and the cheerful voice of Miss Dawson greeting the day with her usual infuriating enthusiasm. The girl grumbled discontentedly as she dragged herself out bed. She'd been in this "Home for Truly Gifted" for almost two years now and she still wasn't used to being awoken like that. Infact she believed that she never would get used to it. "If I wanted to be woken up like this, I'd have joined the army..." She muttered, giving the speaker mounted in the upper corner of her room a black look as she pulled on her clothes. Once she was dressed, gave her hair a quick brush and tied it up into her usual twin-tails before slinging her violin case over her shoulder. She never went anywhere without the instrument. As she was getting ready to leave for breakfast, her eyes fell on the open book lying face down on her bedside table. She been reading it before she fell asleep last night and she decided to take it with her to read on the way to the mall.

It was a book of classical poetry from various authors, each piece concerning love, and when she discovered it one day in the mall she'd felt an almost physical compulsion to get it. Now, as she walked towards the mall for breakfast, she opened the book to her favorite passage and read aloud to herself.

"Stephon kissed me in the spring,
 Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
 And never kissed at all."

She suppressed a sigh and looked up at the sky as she walked, a dreamy look in her eyes as she imagined what Colin must have looked like. The others must have been handsome and confident, but she imagined Colin as small quiet man, unassuming, with soft eyes. He rarely spoke, she fantasized, but looked at you with a passion beyond the others. He didn't just see a girl, but everything that the girl was. A little smile crossed her face, the discontentment of the morning long forgotten, and returned her eyes to the book to finish the poem.

"Stephon's kiss was lost in jest,
 Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
 Haunts me night and day."

She lowered the book to her side, enjoying the slight tingle that the final line of that poem always gave her. Belatedly, she realized that she'd reached the mall and, after tucking the poem book into the violin case, she went to go get herself something to eat. Food in hand, she went and sat down by herself, picking at the food on her plate as her mind wandered. "Where is my Colin...?" She questioned softly.

[Assistant]
Monica took a deep breath of fresh air as she stepped outside of the building, if that was one thing that she didn't necessarily hate about this pace, it had to be how beautiful and peaceful it was here. Far from the gasoline filled air and loud crowded streets of the city she had grown up surrounded by. Here she could hear the birds outside and see the stars at night. If only she wasn't once again caged up behind walls, in this case the wall being the force field, it would be perfect. Even though one could say that maybe her not having freedom again was a good thing. However, she shook her head of the thought, she was going to try and not be a downer today. Sure that was something she told herself every day, but this time she meant it.

Her eyes looked down at her stomach as it growled, reminding her of the reason she even bothered not to go back to sleep after the trumpets stopped playing and Dawson had finished talking. With a bit of a frown she continued her way to the mall. She was slightly surprised that she was the only the third one to get to the mall, with how late she was getting out of the apartment. Quickly she grabbed one of the plates filling it with eggs, bacon, and a couple pieces of toast before getting a glass of orange juice and sitting by herself as she usually ended up doing anyway.

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Zaniel's smirk only widened at Persephone, he didn't need to hear the anger in her voice to know he was getting on her nerves, her question already something it all. "Who knows…you get all squeaky when you're mad." He answered with a slight laugh, still getting a little bit of enjoyment out of picking on her. Over the three months that he had been at Dawson's, he had become a little fond of Persephone and how cute she got when he pissed her off. Even though she insisted that he was going to ruin her plants, he only shaded them because he knew full well that she could fix whatever he did damage to them, if he ever did any.

"No." Zaniel answered before shaking his head a little at her. "I know, you tell me that every morning. I'll get lunch later. Why aren't you getting something to eat?" He asked though he wasn't really enough attention to notice her tattoo before she looked up at him, his smirk only growing a bit. Still he sighed, it becoming clear that he wasn't going to get her all mad and sneaky. Before letting shadow slowly fade, letting the sun hit down on them both and the garden. It wasn't easy to keep it up and he didn't want to kill the plants and get Persephone in trouble anyway.

He noticed the dark look in her eyes when the shadow went away, and stared at her for a second before laughing. "Not really, I had planned on lacking off while everyone was at breakfast. Though since you would me here so badly." He said smiling a bit at her before picking up one of the garden shovel. "Alright where did you want dug out so you could plant?" He asked before he started digging out rows for her plants.

[User]
Toby was already on his third protein shake of the morning by the time the morning announcements came on. In the year and a half that he'd been a "guest" of Miss Dawson's Home, this had become routine. Four shakes in the morning, before what 'normal' people would consider breakfast, four before lunch, and finally four before dinner. Granted, he didn't enjoy the shakes (who would?), but it beat being tired and hungry all the time. He'd heard through the grapevine that it had been Miss Dawson's idea. At the very least, someone had left a flowery-worded message on the whiteboard in his apartment's kitchen, with instructions. Neither his parents, nor the medical professionals who had overseen him in the past had thought of it, he knew that for certain. The fact that someone who at least worked for Miss Dawson went out of their way to actually help Toby put him in a minority; he actually didn't mind living at the Home. In fact, given the choice, he'd probably stay here, where monsters like him belong. He knew that there were many others who felt differently, so when such matters came up in conversation (what few conversations he'd had) he kept his head down and stayed quiet, usually with noncommittal grunts or nods.

He set his cup down and looked in the mirror in his bedroom. "Hi!"

Wow. Too forward much? Not to mention that his smile seemed just a little too big. Facial expressions still gave him some trouble since 'the incident'. Or incidents, if you'd prefer.

He'd already decided that today would be the day. He was finally going to talk to that girl, the one he saw every day. He should try to approach her during breakfast at the mall. He figured she'd be there; pretty much everyone was there at that time.

"S'up?" Nah, too casual.

But casual would be his approach. He didn't' want to seem too nervous. He had to relax. There was this girl in his old high school. He wanted to ask her to the spring dance, because that's what normal kids did. So he asked her, without any prepping. Bad idea. He stumbled, he stuttered, his voice cracked, and his skin turned a nice shade of sunburnt. Needless to say, she rejected him. No one would want to be seen with a monster like him. He wondered briefly if the other kids had seen him as a monster at that time, or if it was afterward…

"So…I don't know if you know me. I'm Toby, the-"

Butcher? Slaughtermaster? He chuckled to himself. 'Slaughtermaster' sounded like a cool name for a supervillain. Or maybe a death metal band. But villainous or not, that was his job. According to his superior, Toby was the only 'youngster' to make it through more than a week. Sure, his first week had been sloppy, but over time, he perfected his technique. Just a quick… Nah, best not to think about that now. Save it for work. He decided to introduce himself as the butcher. Or maybe butcher's apprentice. Yeah, apprentice sounded good. Did saying his job even matter? What if she hated what he did?

He downed the last of his shake, and immediately set to making another. He'd drink it on the way to breakfast. After getting dressed in his usual attire, a tan-brownish hoodie, cargo pants, and a greenish t-shirt, he grabbed his last shake and headed out the door toward the mall.

[Assistant]
It was a nice day outside, perfect for exercising or walking Luka, it was still sleeping when he left, sleeping on its back barley doing any reaction or even looking at Azai when he left. Yet he still loved his Luka, it was like a son to him and his only friend here. He remembered the first time he met Luka, it was when he was coming back from the dojo, he saw it winning a fight with a bigger dog and had a fighters look in its eyes, and the will and stubbornness to back it up. They instantly connected back then and stayed with each other from that moment.

Azai didn't notice that he was at the mall, time slipped by quickly while he was lost in thought and memories, he was hungry and dying for something to eat. There were all kinds of food here, it was surprising how much effort Miss Dawson put in all this, it made him ever wonder just how much Miss Dawson's wealth is worth. He shook his head and went straight for the eggs, bacon, and the fruits with a cupe of tea to swallow it all. Azai had a huge stomach but it was mainly because of his training and the rest was that he simply loved food.

He went and sat at an empty table, munching down his food and watching other people wondering what kind of powers and abilities they had, and their reasons of coming here, they must've all had some sad history like being deemed dangerous by society for one mistake or either shun out, but he was pretty sure that no one was like him dump enough to come on their own and sentencing their fate to this false paradise. But what intrigued his curiosity was if they ever thought about escaping like him? Or are they really enjoying themselves here? He was sure that he didn't with that crappy job that he had now...

[User]
People were already entering the mall when Alex arrived. Fearing his favorite piece of meat, bacon, would be gone before he had the chance he waited anxiously for his turn. When his time finally came, he was relieved to see that a whole new batch of sizzling hot bacon had just arrived. He quickly grabbed some and proceeded until eventually he could go and take a seat. Incidentally he took his seat in the vicinity of Artemis.

He glanced over at her, recognizing her from somewhere. As a safeguard, you see your fair share of people around. Everyone wants to forget their worries for a second and just sunbath. Or others just want to go for a refreshing swim. Still, he might have seen her from somewhere else. It didn't matter though. What mattered was that he knew she was somehow responsible for the bacon he was eating. That he heard from someone, though that person didn't know exactly how she was involved. Alex, trying to friendly looked at her and said: "You helped making the bacon in some way right? It's delicious." Then, with a smile, he took another bite from the tasty, salty meat. Thinking the little girl's day might be just a little better by just a friendly compliment.

[Assistant]
Lina heaved a sigh, pulling herself out of her reverie. It wouldn't do to spend the whole day fantasizing about love. She shook the idle thought away and focused properly on the task of devouring her meal. After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. As she polished off the last of her food she looked around the mall. It struck her every time she came here that the building, and in fact the entire so called Home, was awfully beautiful and extravagant, some might even call it overindulgent. It was the sort of place that Lina wouldn't have minded living, if only she'd had a choice in the matter. Growing up in a family with a famous concert violinist meant she wasn't a stranger to the comfortable lifestyle, but even a gilded cage is still a cage, she mused.

After finishing her meal and wiping her hands, she decided to indulge in her other passion, and maybe, just maybe she'd be able to brighten the day for a few of her fellow caged birds. She carefully cracked open her violin case and withdrew the instrument. She spent a few short moments tuning the beautifully crafted violin back to perfection which was a task she could've done in her sleep, after years of practice with it she knew the instrument almost as well as she knew herself. Finally, she settled the violin on her shoulder, placing her chin lightly on the chin-rest. She took up the bow and placed it across the strings and, after a moment of pause she began to play


[System]
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance

Background & Personality
Ada was born in New Denver, to a distant mother, a strict father, and a charismatic older brother. She has few traditionally pleasant memories of her family, despite their opulent lifestyle. Her only memories involve strict training--both she and her brother were being groomed to become part of a complex criminal organization that her parents belonged to. In fact, they were born simply to become another cog in the organization, just like their parents were. The organization, known as Espevada, was generations old, and was run by family dynasties that used planned breeding in order to create their members, rather than recruiting from the outside. Because of this, the organization was full of violently loyal individuals, each one related to one another in some way, creating a strong bond and sense of responsibility that kept Espevada strong for so long.

However, there was one member that abhorred the organization--that person was Ada's brother, Vinzente. Somehow, the loyalty indoctrination program he went through as a child was ineffective; despite this, he pretended that it worked, and continued his training. By the time he was 20, he knew all the secrets of the organization, and was set to be matched to one of his cousins to continue the breeding cycle. Instead, he exposed the organization to the authorities--causing a small war, which the family lost very quickly.

Unlike her brother, Ada was fiercely loyal to the family, and was extremely diligent in her training. She was 16 when her brother betrayed Espevada--and she immediately volunteered to assassinate him, desperate to prove her worth to the family. They agreed, believing that she would have the best chance to get close to him.

She did get close to him, but when the time came to kill him, she hesitated. They had a heated discussion, and slowly he was breaking down the walls built up by her loyalty training, leaving her extremely confused. She was still deciding whether to kill him or not when a shot rang through the air, and Vinzente slumped into her arms, whispering his last words to her before dying. Traumatized, she dropped his body and her weapon, and watched in shock as her mother came out of the shadows with a gun pointing at her. Apparently, she did not believe her daughter would be able to kill, and decided to do the job for her--and now that she sensed Ada's loyalty wavering, she decided that she was a failed member of Espevada and must also be terminated. Before she could pull the trigger, the authorities showed up--while her mother was distracted, Ada fled the scene, remembering her brother's last words: Go to the Undercity.

Ada followed his advice. For over ten years, she has been living in the Undercity, making money as a bounty hunter and a bodyguard. Despite her relative success, she has never been able to earn even a tiny fraction of the money she had while growing up, but she can never quite shake her sophisticated tastes, and often goes into debt to fund exquisite clothing, lavish parties, and expensive foods. Because of her poor financial skills, she fits right in with other Scroungers, although the general lifestyle disgusts her. She tends to be extremely loyal to Scroungers, as they have supplanted her previous family--and family always comes first. Although many might find her stuck up and too high maintenance, most can overlook this due to her loyalty (and the awesome parties she throws helps too).

She has distanced herself from anything related to Espevada, and often wonders what happened to the members that survived the war following Vinzente's betrayal. News reports claim that all members were either killed or apprehended, but considering that neither of those happened to her, she has no idea if more family members are lurking around New Denver... or even in the Undercity.

Other details:
Ada has been making her living as a bodyguard and a bounty hunter, and so has all the tools of those trades, including basic weaponry, as well as her favorite pistol she named Vinz. One of her goals is to find her mother one day and kill her with her pistol, to avenge her brother's death. She dresses like a New Denver citizen, though the quality of her clothing is severely lower than that of a true surface dweller.

Typical outfits

[User]
The Undercity. Over a million people crammed together in far too little space, a sky made of concrete and massive spotlights, and buildings crowded so close together they might as well be conjoined. There was no sun here, so "time" was a concept that barely registered. Of course there were clocks hooked up to the surface time but who cared about those, save for organizing meetings? The only things that kept to a schedule were monorails that ran throughout the jungle of steel, concrete, plastic, and neon lighting.

But like it or not, this place is home. Home to over a million, all with their own lives, their own stories of trying to survive in this underground nightmare of a city. And this story, is the story of our lives.

Next GM post in 4 rounds

[Assistant]
Delilah hummed softly to herself as she rocked back and forth slightly on the balls of her feet. She was perched in a birdlike stance with her knees at her chest in the corner of one of the two makeshift bedrooms, her worn mattress shoved against the wall next to her, and a few sparse belongings piled up beside it, her gas mask and spare clothes among them.

Her music player was carefully placed beside her, with a pair of well-used and repaired earbuds placed in her ears as she blocked out the rest of the world, listening to her music. Her 'friends' in the group of scavengers still had no idea what she listened to, and she kind of liked that sort of mystery.

[User]
Leti was leaning against Delilah's building, knowing the shy girl was probably inside listening to her music. She knew that Delilah was older than her, but it often seemed as if she were younger. Leti wish she had some extra cash, just so the pair could go and grab a decent meal and drinks, for some one on one time. But, as with everyone else in the Undercity, there was never enough. She'd have to settle for the tortilla that was in her hand, filled with what was supposedly chicken and beans. Leti learned long ago, though, that most venders lied, and that you just had to put food in your stomach, not question where it came from.

As she ate her meager meal, she wondered what the others were doing, while watching people go past on the somewhat busy street. They were all potential targets, but she preferred the ones on their way home from working, rather than going to. Those were the kind of people that were more likely to be tempted, tired, needing to relax, with money in their pockets. Men were usually easier through this method, but women were more generous.

[Assistant]
Sander ducked into a shadowed alleyway, his steps hastened while still appearing light and casual. The way ahead seemingly led to a dead end, but he knew better. Years surviving in this watering hole of a city had taught him much, and he knew its streets like the back of his hand. Just as he reached the end of the road, Sander leapt onto a nearby dumpster and jumped to the ladder lying on the opposite wall. A rung broke off then, but he merely discarded it and continued climbing. It really couldn't be helped, the ladder had been here for a couple of years. Someone living in the nearby apartment had it installed, as an emergency escape of some sort, but after the lower half had broken off, they had abandoned it. He just used it as a shortcut to the roof.

 Once arrived at his destination, Sander took a quick glance around. After confirming that he was devoid of any unwanted company, he sat down on one of the rusty AC units and took out a weathered wallet. Its content was disappointing, if not a little expected, since the owner didn't seem too wealthy either. Probably just another factory worker on his way home after a round at the pub, his wallet empty save for some change. Sander didn't actually plan to pickpocket the man though. He just spotted the old fart lying there on the sidewalk, wallet peeking out behind his coat. If he hadn't took it, someone else would have. Stuffing the crumped notes into his pocket, Sander tossed the wallet down the side of the building, then took off.

 It didn't take him long to get back to his home though. Well, their home, since he lived with a group of Scroungers now. While he wasn't quite fond of the decision, it offered him the much needed protection. And on the whole, they seemed fine, as far as scavengers went. Except the big guy, that Keith something though. Sander still felt uneasy around him, but it was probably just nerves. Just as he approached the building, a familiar face came into view. It was Leti, casually eating and eyeing passersby. He knew that look. With a smile on his lips, he took off his gasmask as he came to stand next to her.

 " 'Sup Leti. What are you scheming this time?"

[User]
This place is such a mess... thought Ada as she scanned the rooms she and her Scrounger friends called home. She glanced at her corner, which was near a broken window that opened up to a half-lit neon sign, orange-red flickering occasionally. She had a small cabinet, and a big plush chair that she slept in--she preferred it to a bed, and it took up less space besides. Her belongings were meager, but she was fine with it. The more you own, the more you owe, a wise street-woman told her once. Her only prized possessions were a few fashionable outfits, and the cleaning supplies she needed to keep herself looking presentable.

Her corner was clean, as always. She sighed, and thought, I am living with a bunch of teenagers, afterall. What can I expect? The rest of the rooms were slightly cluttered and in disarray, which only ever seemed to bother Ada. Grumbling, she crossed over to the other room and found Delilah sitting on her bed, and put her hands on her hips as she watched her. She began making faces of exaggerated depression, and slumped herself dramatically against the wall, sighing audibly. Delilah did not seem to notice, too engrossed in what she was doing. Ada wondered what she was listening to, but knew that Delilah didn't like to talk about those things. Bored, and annoyed with the clutter of their living space, Ada decided to be disruptive and plopped down next to the young woman. She waved her hand in front of her face, and asked, "What're we doing tonight? Do we have work? Are we gonna go have fun? I'm getting sick of this place... I need to get out, ya know? We all need to get out."


[System]
Race: Faunus (Mute Swan)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Nationality: Vale
Affiliation: Neutral/Faunus Liberation

Appearance:
Mikoto stands circa 178 centimeters tall, with her platform boots giving her what she needs to 180. She is quite strong for her age, having been raised in the ways of old nobility that included combat training. She weighs about 63 kilos. Her most prominent faunus feature are the two swan wings on her back that have the span of about 200 cm.

Mikoto's face is dominated by her piercing, bright red eyes. She has an eastern complexion, the slightly yellow skin tone contrasting with her anthracite hair that she usually keeps at shoulder length and well kempt. Her body build is focused more on strength rather than stamina, packing up quite some muscle mass and low fat percentage.

Her battledress consists of a pair of knee high, gray platform boots, black pants and blouse and a gray armored jacket. Coming from rich background, her battledress is trimmed in dark red and gold. She wears red padded gloves to battle. The jacket is modified to allow her wings to unfold and they can be held concealed by a special harness. The jacket comes equipped with magnetic holsters on the lower back for her weapons and several pockets.

When in need of more formal wear, she likes a red trench coat with matching high heels. She modified it to be able to conceal her wings and weapons underneath without looking out of place. When it is absolutely necessary for her to wear a dress, she goes with white color and exposed back to complement and fit her wings.

History:
Mikoto was born into a family of former aristocrats, her family lineage directly tracing to one of Vale's former kings. Her branch of the family adapted to the changing situation of the world and rather than ruling through politics, Mikoto's forefathers invested in industry and wealth as a source of influence. And when there is a war going on, there is only really a few branches that yield profit. Fortunately, Mikoto's grandfather was a kinder soul and rather than investing into munitions production, he realized that the armies will still need to be fed. As such, Mikoto found herself as the only heir to one of Remnant's largest food plants.

She has grown up unharmed by the terrors of war, safe in her family castle on the outskirts of Vale. From an early age she fell in love with the old ways of the knights and the literary and mythological heroes from the era of the monarchies from before the Great War.

Her parents gave her free reign over the direction of her life, but in turn expected her to be one of the best in whatever she set to do. Mikoto quickly fell in love with martial arts, a skill her father approved of given the unfavorable situation the faunus were in, despite the fact that the former aristocracy was above differentiating by race.

Personality:
Having lived a somewhat sheltered life spent interacting mostly with servants, her own family and the occasional visiting members of similar standing in society, Mikoto doesn't actively seek out conversation but she will not shy away from one. The girl is patient and overlooking many things addressed to her faunus side, but she has her limits.

Whereas normally she is well mannered and will go out of her way not to offend people no matter what she may think of them, if pushed too hard, she is dominated by her emotions, not her reason. While her anger is cold and calculated, you do not wish to enrage her, as if you push her that far, she will lose all sense and just go berserk on you.

She hates those unlawful with a fiery passion, although people who would dismiss her based on her race rather than her abilities and close to the top of her list as well. Despite that, she is trying to be forgiving, believing the only way to achieve some degree of peace in the world is to stop craving revenge for this and that and just break the cycle.

She can seem narcissistic and arrogant at times, treating others more like peasants than equals, although she is quick to correct herself when she sees someone worth her recognition, no matter their social status. She is still inspired by the heroic stories she grown up with, striving to be like the heroes of the myths. It can somehow make her seem like she was born to the wrong century.

In her downtime, she likes to power down and relax, whether that means spending an entire day in a spa, stuffing herself with muffins and coffee or reading tales of ancient knights and kings with a glass of whiskey on hand. If others have to be involved, she wouldn't say no to a good movie or a dance.

Being an avian faunus comes with it's own list of hatreds, like water (which make her wings heavy and useless) or cold (which she feels more due to her higher body temperature). For some reason, the taste of potatoes makes her want to hurl, much like the cheesy romance movies. She gets violent on trolls and hates criminals above all else for taking advantage of others in such hard times, putting them in the same bag as the creatures of grimm.

Skills:
Mikoto was taught self defense and took liking to combat. Trained in a universal style, she can make use of nearly every weapon, although she prefers light, more nimble instruments like her sword or a dagger. Her technique focuses on precise, quick and powerful attacks while conserving energy in the meantime. Her style is rather aggressive and unpredictable, which is reflected in her choice of weaponry that allows for quick and powerful attacks and easy switching between melee and ranged forms.

While her weapons might give the impression that Mikoto is a swordswoman, she is in fact a capable dust caster. While she only specializes in fire based spells, her brand of casting learned by studying ancient tomes and scrolls in her father's library make her rather unpredictable. While she usually resorts to few moves that she practiced enough to cast with a mere thought, she can draw runic circles that allow her to cast fire in nigh any form.

Life in the high class however lead to some duties. As an only child in a family owning a sizeable business, she learned to organize and manage finances as well as people. She is reasonably capable of making good tactical and strategic decisions, albeit in her age she lacks experience in leading.

Powers:
Her faunus heritage gives Mikoto several capabilities she can use for great effect. First and foremost, she can use her wings to heighten and extend her jumps to about twice that of a human, or to glide and soften her fall. They are, however, too small for her to fly. The lack of tail used to be a problem, but she smartly modified her battledress with a half-cape that is attachable to her boots that can substitute well enough.

Her bones are less dense than that of a usual human, contributing to her overall low weight, which unfortunately break more easily if her aura is brought down. Her metabolism is faster, making the girl quite a glutton and yet unable to gain any weight and moving her average body temperature to about 40°C.

Having both large reserve and skill to wield it efficiently, Mikoto's aura is on the more impressive side of the scale. Its color is white, and it manifests as quills falling around her.

Semblance - Stability - Mikoto's semblance allows her to do several things. Above all else, it makes her athletic abilities very impressive. She is able to perform flips, leaps and dodges to the peak of natural human/faunus abilities. It also seems impossible to knock her down as she can recover from almost any fall and turn it into a move. This also improves her accuracy, especially with melee weapons.

Equipment:
Dust enhanced flamberge - Emperor: A flamberge sword with fire dust infused into the blade, giving it its defining color. The blade is slimmer than usual as Mikoto prefers thrusting attacks to slashes. Because of its enchant, it is made out of heat resistant material that is lighter than steel, allowing for greater tip control but decreasing the force behind cuts.

Dust enhanced dagger - Regalia: A dagger with infused blade. Unlike the Emperor, Regalia's blade is infused with dust that fuels its special enchant, allowing Mikoto to create and throw fiery spectral copies of the weapon. The weapon itself is useless in melee, being made more as an ornamental accessory than a useful blade.

Extra:
* Voice actor: Daria Stavrovich
* Mikoto is ambidextrous.

Themes:
Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated

[User]
Basil Plagas

Basil smirked under his mask and his hand reached out for his crow , beginning to stroke it as he spoke "Well perhaps we could arrange a price for this fellows head? Perhaps , theoretically of course considering we are in a highly militarised fortress, you could pay extra for him to...disappear? Or to have him brought to you personally ? But let's discuss this after we fight the hordes of monsters outside our city ,hm? Assuming we aren't killed of course "  he said , before turning and making his way to the VTOL.

As he arrived at the VTOL he glanced at Odell "So before we continue our operation, what are we exactly doing? I understand the killing Grimm part but outside of that ...what is our exact mission? A location perhaps?" The faunus asked the soldier.

[Assistant]
Odell Fuchs

"You didn't listen at all back there huh?" Odell wasn't too surprised. There was always that one guy anyway... "We're headed to Mountain Glenn, as I said in the briefing." The VTOL began to take off, following the armored company at a rapid pace. The first few miles inland would be uneventful for the most part, as scouts already confirmed there was no grimm activity near Beacon.

There was little contact with the Grimm until the mountains grew quite visible. A sizable horde Grimm started to move towards the armored mechs, so this was their time to play support. The VTOL touched off near the armored mechs, dropping the team off and flying back to Beacon to refuel.

"Alright. Just make sure the Grimm don't get close enough to the mechs to cause trouble. The mechs will lay down covering fire, but don't expect them to save you in a pinch. If anything, they're more likely to blow you away along with the Grimm if it comes to that." Odell then ran towards the front of the armored formation, readying his battleax for first contact. The horde was mixed with various types of grimm- Ursa and Beowulfs made up the frontline, while some death stalkers trailed behind. It was almost as if they knew the mechs would blow up the Death Stalkers if they got into range.

Despite the constant suppressive fire the mechs laid down, grimm were managing to dangerously close to the mechs. If they got too close, it would be over in a matter of minutes.

A Beowulf attempted to leap over Odell, probably hoping to ignore him and attack the armored division. Unfortuantely for the Grimm, Odell grabbed it by the leg, slammed it to the ground, and swiftly brought his axe down on the Beowulf. First Blood went to him. Well, if he didn't count the mech pilots of course.

As Odell began slicing through multiple grimm, he wondered how the others would hold up. This would be a trial by fire..

[User]
Bran Brass

Bran remained quiet, though he caught the bird Faunus staring at him as they were flown in towards the battle. Calmly he stood up, the sound off a sharpening tool hidden within his scabbard let them know he was drawing out his blade as they near the drop zone. "I'll be on the left flank, rest of you worrying about the right. I'll radio if I'm in trouble." He answered, not at all fazed by the Grimm horde or the sounds of violence. "Don't die." He added hopping out, his aura glowing as wrapped the scarf up and around his face and neck breaking into seven sword wielding men.

Two of his clones broke away from the pack as Bran put his comm in his ear radioing the mechs. "Mech line, I'll be setting up traps thirty meters ahead. Don't trip them, or else you'll be a sitting duck." He spoke, as the five swordsman took position ten meters ahead of the line, so far no Grimm had gotten through. Those that limped forwards were a quick stab from death not really a kill. However further ahead the other two clones had taken dust threads and begun setting tripwires, some were simple dust threads meant to delay while others were tether to dust crystals that would explode and kill Grimm.

After they had run out of threads and crystals, the two retreated back towards the line. Seven swordsman waited for the Grimm to break through the traps, then they would have show their skills in battle.

[Assistant]
Mikoto - Up and above
"I'll take the high ground." Mikoto said as the VTOL lifted off to fly back to Beacon. In their way here she was glued to the available windows, spotting where she could do most good. No matter how she looked it, she would do pathetic little sticking close to the Mechs. She needed to get out there and run interference for them, break the Grimm charge before it even got close. And as she saw, the grimm didn't have many of the flying variety among their ranks.

"Show time." she said, banging the door to the cockpit to let the pilots know this was her stop. The side door started opening and a moment later, the green light blinked on. "Ma'am! Take a chute!" One of the pilots boomed in the headset in fright as she stood with her back pointed to the outside. Mikoto smirked at him sweetly, gave them a wave and tipped over, gently falling out of the craft with the sound of unfolding wings.

She giggled as she felt the air rushing around her, tossing her mane about and it's gentle rub on her wings. Arching and tilting slightly she adjusted her course form a fall to a glide and reached for her belt, unsheathing Regalia and starting to pour her aura into the dust infused blade. She wished for a moment that her eyes come with a zoom, but she was out of luck. Still having too much altitude to single out big threats, she focused on the largest blob of black and white on the ground and swung the dagger in a wide arc. Dozens upon dozens of burning quills formed around her and started raining down on the grimm, some exploding and some setting furs on fire.