[System]
Age: 20
Looks: Tall, thin and lanky like a beanpole. Moderate B cup bust and kinda bony hips. She has very prominent collar and cheek bones and thick, curly dark brown hair that goes to almost her shoulders. Likes sundresses and shorts with tank tops and other kinds of summer clothes. Usually wears her eyeliner winged sharp enough to kill a man, but aside from lipstick doesn't bother with much makeup. Usually wears elaborate, dangle earring. Two pieces of jewelry that she is never without are a pendant of a man on a bicycle from her grandfather and a simple, silver spinner ring from her first girlfriend.
Skills: Writing, first aid, and fairly handy with tools.
Important info: Loves anything retro, especially the 50s. Is very friendly, but ironically pretty awkward.
Weapons: Fire axe and cheap, made in China dagger.
Tools: First aid kit, camping basics, a saw, journal and pen, and her ukulele.
Personality: Friendly and loves meeting people, though isn't always the best at conversation. Is quite a hipster in regards to her tastes, but has a sense of humour about it, often making jokes about "her aesthetic." She is also humorous in many other respects, being especially fond of puns. She loves to read and write, starting many stories, but often having trouble finishing them. She is a fan of her occasional quiet time, but is most at ease around one or two good friends. Will try anything once
Bio: She had always been unsure of what the hell governed the universe and as such was notably shocked when the rapture finally did come. She was less shocked that it hadn't taken her. She quickly got her shit together and set out into the world completely unsure of what to do next, but that wasn't anything new.
Theme song: youtube.com/watch?v=6NXnxTNIWkc
Quote: "I have no idea what's going to happen so let's go find out."

[User] It was 3:47 on a mild, partially cloudy afternoon and somewhere in the distance a bird was singing. It would have been just like any other day, except that the city was empty. Almost an hour ago everyone just left. There was no warning, no ceremony, but the rapture came all the same. Somehow though, it had missed a few. Maybe it was random chance or maybe the great filing system in the sky had just been poorly organized, but either way Roxy was left with nobody else. Or at least that was what she thought until she found the other girl, fainted in the streets. She had taken her from where she found her to a nearby park and bandaged the scrape on her arm. Then she had waited. Waited for the girl to wake up, waited for another person to show up, waited for anything to happen. Some kind of sign or direction, but as she waited, nothing obvious came. Out of context, she couldn't help but chuckle that she was out in the park with a strange girl's head in her lap. But she couldn't ignore the context enough to warrant more than a chuckle, so she took out her heart patterned ukulele and strummed softly, hoping to ease her mind.

[Assistant] Christa slowly opened her eyes. she was having trouble breathing again, but she knew she was safe. She...just sensed it. She found her head in a lovely lady's lap. Moaning softly, she reached up to touch a bruise on her forehead. She found a gently put on bandage on her arm and tried to sit up. "O...ow...Where am I? Who are you?" Her cheeks faintly colored, as she had a tendency to get shy around pretty girls. "H-Hi...Did you find me?"

[User]
Roxy put down her ukulele and smiled a slightly lopsided smile. She was relieved that the other girl was awake. She had been worried about a concussion. The girl looked confused, rightfully, but Roxy almost missed the serene look she had when she was asleep. It had been enough to sway her thoughts away from the chaos.
"Hey. Glad you're awake" She said. "I'm Roxy. I found you out in the street passed out and brought you to this park. How are you feeling?

[Assistant]
She blinked a little and smiled, then shook her head and sat up. "I'm ok. Just...a little dizzy and sore." She muttered a moment, in a foreign language, then blushed at the look on Roxy's face. "I'm Christa. I...sorry...I have anxiety issues so I pass out sometimes."
She looked around. "Where is everyone? Do you know?"

[User]
Much more relieved that Christa was alright, Roxy shrugged and shook her head.
"Search me. I was nose deep in a book and when I looked up, everyone was gone. No trace or anything. Just, poof, abracradabra, bye bye birdie." She gestured almost excessively with her hands as she spoke.

[Assistant]
Christa scowled softly, trying to stand up. She wobbled and fell back down into Roxy's lap, whimpering. "O...ow...my leg..." Her anxiety triggered again and she had trouble breathing.
Fumbling with her inhaler, she took two puffs and slowly calmed down. She closed her eyes, somehow feeling a little safer with Roxy around. She gulped a bit and took an unsteady breath. "S-sorry. Didn't mean to land on you, like that."

[User]
Roxy caught Christa's head on the way down and gave her a moment to compose herself. She would have to take a look at her leg.
"Not a problem." She chuckled. "I guess you're a bit lucky that the only other person here knows first aid, huh? How about I have a look at your leg, then. Whereabouts are you hurting?"

[Assistant] She closed her eyes a moment. "My left leg, near the knee. It hurts bad." She reached down to touch it and whimpered when it burned as if someone had pressed a hot knife to it. She winced a bit and clenched her teeth. "Sorry." and tried to pull out her bandages. She had a few other things in her backpack and was trying to help Roxy.

[User]
Roxy held her hand still, holding up her own large red case and smiling softly.
"Hey now, just try to stay still. I'll have a look at your leg." She said, getting up from under Christa, making sure that she was laid back down gently. She crouched beside the leg and felt it gently, searching for any inflammation.

[Assistant]
Christa yelped when the woman touched it and closed her eyes, clenching her teeth and breathing hard. "O....Ow..."
She took a deep breath. "I don't think it's broken, but I do believe it's bruised pretty bad." She just laid there, letting the lady work on her leg and trying to keep from twitching too much.

[User]
It was quick work for the leg. There was no open wounds so she simply applied some numbing gel to it. All things considered, Christa was quite a good patient. She sat back with a satisfied smile and wiped her hands on the grass.
"There we are." She declared. "That should numb the area so you should be able to walk on it, but let's try not to put too much strain on it, alright?"

[Assistant] She nodded, blushing. It felt...good...when she touched her. Christa sat up and carefully got to her feet. Looking around, she frowned softly. "I...can't see anything. I..don't understand. Where is everybody? Should we go look? Or...should we find somewhere safe?" She reached her hand down, to help Roxy to her feet and...feel her touch again. The silly woman had a tendency to fall in 'crush' quite easily with women.

[User]
Roxy took her hand and stood up, slinging her ukulele over he shoulder. Christa was nice. She definitely like Christa. She held on to Christa's hand for a few extra moments after she was standing. Looking over the city, she was at a bit of a loss. Cars sat abandoned and crashed when their drivers disappeared and the shop fronts were empty.
"I don't know." She said. "I haven't seen any signs of anyone. But I mean, we can't be the only ones. Right?"

[Assistant] Christa closed her eyes a moment and frowned, thinking. After a bit, she smiled gently. "We can't be. Let's look for people." and took Roxy's hand, leading her off down the street. She knew this area quite well and was making sure she looked for trouble or anyone that might still be there. She took great comfort in the touch of Roxy, liking to know that someone capable was near her.

[User] Roxy followed along, quickly matching pace with Christa. She couldn't help but smile along with her, this girl was working wonders on her nerves and having a help with a sense of direction, both literally and physically. Her hand inadvertently tightened around Christa's as she scanned the area for any signs of anything at all.

[Assistant]
Christa kept a close eye on Roxy, worried for her. She somehow knew that the other woman was nervous and that made Christa stronger, wanting to help her.

As they searched, Christa thought of what was going on. "Do...do you...think maybe it...was the Rapture?" She asked, gulping a bit and looking up at her. She had a serious look on her face and she just certain of her guess. It was logical, after all. No one was here, it seemed, and they all disappeared in a very strange way. As if teleported or something.

[User]
Roxy pondered a moment, brow furrowed.
"You mean like the Christian apocalypse kind of rapture?" She asked, her voice skeptical. As she looked around her, her skepticism softened somewhat. She was never a religious person, but she couldn't deny that she didn't have any other real explanation.
"I don't know. I mean I have no idea what the hell else it could be or anything." She trailed off into a mutter.

[Assistant] Christa softly took her hand again. "I believe in God...but...I don't...think he'd just leave us alone. There's a reason we're here. There must be." She had a grim smile on her face as she gaze at Roxy. She looked up and smiled softly. "I believe...we're here to do something important for Him."

[User]
Roxy thought a moment and nodded, giving Christa's hand a soft squeeze.
"Alright." She said with another lopsided smile. "I'm not particularly religious myself, I mean I never really thought about it to be fair, and now I don't even know what to think." She rubbed a hand through her hair. "I guess that a holy mission is just as likely as anything else at this point."

[Assistant]
She smiled more, blushing a little at that cute lopsided smile, then nodded. "I just...we need to find one of the churches and hide out for a it. I get the feeling...we're being watched by...something."
She cast a look around, feeling nervous again. She gulped a moment and then looked at Roxy. "We need to move. I...We just do."

[User]
Roxy scanned the detritus around them. It was hard to pick out any details, but she still took her axe from her belt, gripping it tightly as she picked up her pace.
"Yeah. It'll be good to get some walls up around us. This whole place is giving me hardcore heebie jeebies."

[Assistant] She nodded and started walking, still holding Roxy's hand and trying to get them to the closest church. She knew of one that was quite large and quite well built, but it was a few blocks away. Christa kept an eye out around them, nervously scanning their surroundings. As she walked, she kept a fast pace and was stumbling a bit. Her leg was weak and she was overdoing it.

[User] Roxy caught Christa as she stumbled, shifting the girl's arm around her shoulder, supporting her as she walked. She could see the ornate ancient spires of the old church rising over the drab brick buildings surrounding it. If there was a place to find some kind of guidance the old church would be the place. She had never expected to be going to church so desperately, but the sense of dread out in the streets was growing and she more than ever wanted to be inside behind some big stone walls.

[Assistant]
Christa blushed even more and smiled brightly. "Thanks!" and kept going. She knew this church well and hoped the pastor would be in there. Though, if this truly were the Rapture, he would be one of the chosen to leave. They got the door open to find...no one.

Christa sighed softly and shook her head. She weakly limped over to a pew and sat down, face in her hands. "I...should have known..."

Then she heard it. A sound. She let out a soft whimper and tried to get up to get between Roxy and the noise.

[User]
Roxy gestured for her to stay seated, looking around for the source of the noise. She tightened the grip on her fire axe, holding it up as she scanned.
"Hello?" Roxy called out, her voice echoing with the acoustics of the old building. "Is someone there?"

[Assistant]
She tried to get back up, not wanting Roxy to do this alone.

A man walked in, he was fairly large. About...six-foot-nine...broad shouldered. Black hair in a short cut with a goatee. He wore a simple black t-shirt with a green coat and some black cargo-pants with boots. He hand a silver aluminum baseball and frowned. "You two...you...ok?" He had a soft voice with a mild Russian accent.

[User]
Roxy sighed in relief and lowered her axe at the sight of the man, thankful that there was someone else around. She nodded to the newcomer.
"For the most part, yes." She said. "Some scrapes and scratches, but other than her leg we're no worse for wear."


[System]
Since a picture's worth a thousand words and because I'm not all that good at describing physical characteristics I'll let these two speak for me. Ragan's 5'8 slight to medium build. Fit and athletic as per her profession. When in civvies she's a casual dresser. Jeans, cargo pants or shorts. Boots, sneakers, tank tops, shirts, t-shirts. She doesn't like skirts, but she does love little black dresses for formal events.

Background: Regan's mother, a member of the surviving Amish community, was raped during her rumspringa by a violent, crazed-with-his-newfound-power young Epic. Since she was badly beaten and bleeding profusely after the rape, she was admitted to a hospital. Her parents were notified and she was quickly discharged and brought back to the community. Because her rape was medically proven, there was no grounds for shunning or excommunication. However the community did not believe in abortion and Regan's mother was made to carry the baby to term.

Soon after, baby Regan was delivered to an orphanage in Epic City, sponsored by the ECPD. Regan grew up under the stern, yet loving, eye of the caregivers in the orphanage. The children were well cared for and well provided for thanks to the patronage of the ECPD and its employees. Regan never wanted for much. She was well clothed, well fed and well instructed and educated. She had daily chores, as did all the children in the orphanage to teach them a sense of responsibility and accountability.

When Regan was about eight years old, well beyond the adopting age... A family arrived. Emily and Collin Murphy. Regan knew the woman as one of the cops who often visited the orphanage to play with the children or talk with them about being good, staying away from strangers and out of trouble, studying and stuff like that. Emily'd always been good to Regan. The girl'd even imagined once or twice that she would one day adopt her. But that never happened and soon she outgrew the silly notion. She didn't mind living in the orphanage. She was told her parents'd died so she didn't wonder why she was abandoned, like some of the other children she lived with. She didn't know how to be sad for them, because she never knew them. She didn't even know their names. But she was a little sad when Emily stopped coming to the orphanage at some point and she had to abandon her dream of the lady cop adopting her.

She couldn't know Emily had stop coming, because she and her husband were trying to have a baby. And that she'd almost carried the baby to term, but after unforeseen complications, they'd not only lost the baby, but she'd lost the ability to give birth. When finally Emily and Collin had started healing from the loss of their unborn child, they'd started thinking of adopting. And Regan was Emily's one and only obvious choice since she'd always loved the little girl.

And so, at eight years of age Regan was adopted within the Collin family. She was ecstatic her favorite lady cop had returned for her. And she quickly grew to love Collin too. He was a warm man. Author of children's books and children fantasy books. So Regan was spoiled rotten come bad time. He would weave the most phantasmagorical stories for his favorite little girl, as he liked to called her. Little Regan would also spend hours upon hours getting into all sorts of trouble around her mother's precinct. She was an inquisitive kid with a bright mind and a penchant for puzzle solving. It was all Emily could do to spare the young girl the more gruesome side to her work.

When Regan was about fifteen Collin and Emily sat her down and told her the truth about her mother and how she'd been conceived. Regan did feel sad then for her birth mother then, because she sorta knew what it meant for a girl to get raped. And she couldn't begin hating all Epics, because of what her birth father did to her birth mother, since she already knew there were good Epics thanks to Emily. She did ask Collin and Emily if her mother had given her away or is she was forced to abandon her, but they honestly didn't know. And that was that.

Regan grew to be a kind young woman. With a quick mind and an aptitude for solving puzzles. From Emily she inherited a love for sports and martial arts and a sense of justice. From Collin she inherited her sense of humor and whimsy, her love for books and arts. Thanks to him she discovered her love for singing. She had a beautiful naturally husky voice which she often used to put the children to sleep whenever she, Emily and Collin would visit the orphanage, where she had spent the first eight years of her life.

Immediately after college Regan joined the ECPD and began working hard toward her goal - PART.

More hard work followed and a couple of years after she was accepted in the Parahuman Action Response Team, she was awarded the honor to be offered a position in the Special Response unit where, to the pride of her mother and father, she climbed to the rank of Corporal in charge of her own small team.

Credit: ihinkaName: Megan Robinson

Alias (if any): Megs

Age: 18

Faction: Normal

Personality: Megan is a vibrant girl despite her disability. She has a very sunny disposition, but can be very serious when the need calls. She is wise beyond her years and is more calm and settled compared to other kids her age. She loves drawing and telling stories with pictures since it's how she can best express herself. She wants to be a graphic novelist. Megan possesses a boundless empathy and understanding towards other people's suffering, being born deaf-mute.

Appearance: At 5'8 Megan is tall and lanky, but certainly not frail. She is pail with gold blond hair and vivid blue eyes. Her nose and shoulders are littered with freckles, which she quite adores. Her facial features are delicate, with straight nose, pink slightly pouty lips and almost translucent eyebrows and eyelashes. She enjoys wearing all sorts of clothing. Pants, skirts, blouses, shirts, Ts. The more vibrant in color the better.

Background: Megan was born deaf-mute to Sara and Jorge Robinson. Her parents went to great lengths to provide everything their girl would need in life as a deaf-mute. Since her father worked as air traffic controller, their family never wanted for money. They were pretty well off. Megan received the best of care and started learning sign language and reading lips early on. She grew up a happy kid despite her disability, and a little bit spoiled being an only kid, but not too much. She was a good kid and respected the boundaries her parents set for her. Plus she couldn't well afford to brake them carelessly. Not in her condition. She needed to be a wise kid, if she wanted to grow up safe and sound.

When her father experienced a burnout at work the doctors recommended rest and relaxation so the family decided to go camping in Missoula Park. They'd been camping for a couple of days and everything was going fine. The three of them were having a blast and Megan's father was getting better with each passing day.

One evening Megan woke up feeling the urge to pee. She knew she was supposed to wake one of her parents and not go alone, but she didn't want to disturb them and she wouldn't go too far anyway. She bravely exited the tent and went in search of the right bush. She knew people feared the forest at night because of all the noises. Animals, birds, insects, but she couldn't hear any of those sounds, so in a way she was fearless. She shouldn't have been. At night, in the dark and without her hearing her balance was off. She tripped and fell in a small ravine, hitting her head and passing out.

When next she woke up, the forest was burning and someone was pushing her into the ground.

When she woke up for the third time she was in the hospital and her parents were sleeping on chairs near her bed. They looked so very tired but relieved and happy she was alive and well. The next couple of weeks Megan visited the hospital often to stay with the firefighter who'd saved her life - Teagan Heyes.
Alias (if any): Khan

Age: Estimated at between 45-55

Faction: Normal

Personality: Ruthless, driven, and polite even when slicing an Epic's throat. Khan holds himself as a businessman, and is genial and charming to anyone he meets. Despite the fact that he irrationally loathes all Epics and Freaks, including the High. He demands respect from his followers, and acts quickly and decisively when he doesn't get it.

Appearance: A large caucasian male. That's how his ECPD document begins and ends. Reports of his blond hair and blue eyes are known from only a few witnesses, and they 'disappeared' shortly after. He's usually clad in a white business suit, with a crimson red shirt and a white tie. Atop his head is a white, wide-brimmed fedora with a red band. His shoes are also white. In fact, the only part of his known outfit that isn't white or crimson is a single gold tie clasp.

Background: Nobody is entirely sure where Khan came from. What they do know is that he's the most terrifying force in Epic City outside of the High. Leader of the gang known as the Kryptonites, Khan is directly responsible for more Epic deaths than any known person, and indirectly responsible for a great number more. His followers use any tactic possible to destroy Epics, and care little for collateral damage. Their stated mission is to "restore the supremacy of humanity".

Credit: BlueTommy2Name: Maria Daniels

Age: 20

Faction: Normal

Personality: Maria is agoraphobic and rarely leaves her home, though a few years without a home has definitely made her a lot less fearful than she was in the past. She is almost as sarcastic as Edward, a factor towards their becoming friends, though she doesn't show this to anyone she doesn't know, preferring to stay quiet and hide in corners. She hates danger, and does all she can to avoid it.

Appearance: Maria is around 5'4", almost too thin, and with very thin limbs. She's very insecure about most aspects of her personality, including her weight, which she believes is too low, and her face, which is pointed and decidedly man-like. She has bright red hair that she wears at shoulder-length. She has bright green eyes. When she does leave the house, she covers up as much as possible, wearing huge jackets and scarves even in the summer.

Biography: Maria is Edward's room-mate.

They met at a bar when Edward first arrived at the city and was looking for love in all the wrong places. She was dragged there by her friends and he was only there because there was nowhere else, so they were both intensely uncomfortable. They got to talking, she found out he was gay but they enjoyed each-other's company and she needed somewhere to live so it turned out well enough.

She's unemployed but works with him on repairing his outfit when it gets damaged. She's very introverted and rarely leaves the house, but Edward doesn't mind because he cares about her like a sister.

She was born in Epic city and has lived there all her life, she isn't uncomfortable with the High's dominance of all parts of the island in any manner, even if she did, she's too agoraphobic to do anything about it, though she's trying to come out of her shell. She was kicked out of her home at 18 by her old fashioned parents, and was homeless for two years, living off of what friends she had before meeting Edward.

[User]
Alto wanted to chuckle a little bit but he felt like it'd be in bad taste. So she was older than him, but she felt younger. He felt like it was good to have time to be young and not have responsibility, but he was well beyond that stage already so maybe he just didn't know what it felt like on the other side.

"I'm 17 you know," He said with a small smile. "I'm younger than you, but I still don't feel like I have much time to be young left."

He wondered what kind of career trajectory he would've had if he'd grown up more normally. What would he be doing right now? There was always the possibility that he'd still be here in this very moment doing just about the same thing he was doing now but the difference between the possibilities were what he carried with him.

"Don't think too much about it," He said. "Just tell me what the date is and where I'm supposed to go."

[Assistant]
The man fell silent and Teagan stared at him long and hard. Her jaw clenching and unclenching. She wasn't all that concerned he would try to take Megan away from her. What concerned her was that if he tried, she would have to fight him tooth and nail and Megan would suffer for it. She sincerely thought child services war not that cruel. Their job was largely an ungrateful one. But when the system worked, they did well. She thought of Regan growing up an orphan. A child service agent was surely involved in her adoption.

 She pulled her phone out of her pocket. Obviously the man was used to such subterfuge, for being able to catch her furtive movements. She squared him with a look and unmuted her mic. "Regan, stay on the line, will ye. I'm gonna put ye on speaker."

 "I'm here." Came the simple quiet reply. She'd heard enough of the conversation and understood why Teagan'd called. Caution was always advised. And she was glad the firefighter had thought of her first. "Mr Smith." She interjected after a moment of silence. "Know that I'm a police officer and you're credentials are being confirmed as we speak." Satisfied, she fell silent again.

 "Ye have my full attention, Mr Smith." Teagan said placing her phone on the coffee table and shifting forward on the sofa. "I hope ye understand that given the hour I'll reserve the right to sign any documents or release and personal information at a later time... Even if it is just a formality."

[User]
Fumbling with a broach, Melissa took it off and hid it in a fist. She did what Gecko asked. He didn't need to hear the next bit. "Um..." She reached forward with her free hand and touched Alto's. "Maybe we can go on a normal date first? Like to the movies or something?" Her heart was beating through her chest, and she swallowed her resurgent anxiety.

The next words got stuck in her throat, so it took her a little effort to say. "I mean, if you're feeling old and all, maybe we can do something that normal people do. Like movies. Together. Or something." She looked up, trying to see acceptance or rejection in his face. He'd said yes to prom. Maybe he'd like her as her too?

---

"I understand completely, Ms Hayes." Gordon Smith replied. "As I said, I'm merely here to deliver and explain. You're welcome to drop these off at City Hall's Social Services department any time within the next two weeks." He flipped over the uppermost and most important form. "This one is our primary concern. It simply lists your and the girl's identification details, social security numbers and other essential details with which to update your records. If you or the girl wish to change her name or surname, say to Megan Hayes, this would be the form to do it with."

He was pleased. For this late in the afternoon, this was one of the more pleasant visits he'd had. "If there is a significant other you'd bring into her life, this would be the form to fill out," he brought out the appropriate form. "And finally, this is the planned residence and education form. Not strictly necessary, but allows us at City Hall to understand the level of care provided to the girl. Does this all make sense, Ms Hayes?"


[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

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"Frankly I could go for another." Nemo replied "Anything to get me out of this sun is welcome, especially if it comes with free cool air conditioning as well." The pale man added, using his hand to shade himself from the sun. Nemo clearly did most of his work at night for a reason.

"I'd calculate we have about fifteen minutes before the workers sort out my diversion. So that should work out just fine." Nemo assured him, turning to wait for the rest of the team to teleport in.

[Assistant] The reast of the team appeared, one by one, in order of Raiya, Zuri, and finally herself. She got there in time to hear Nemo's comment about getting out of the sun, which instantly earned him a tiny fragment of respect. A little bump in her opinion of him. She looked around, seeing they were still alone, and crossed her arms. "Hey, uhh, Nemo? You don't think they'd have protocols if an alarm blares to search their goods for nasties, do you? Or like, we have an overterrified patron who'd want that done in the first place?"

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Raiya felt her weight drop away from her as her center of gravity shifted when she melted into the shadows. This combined with all the alcohol she drank earlier and the dark claustrophobia of it all almost made her vomit. After being spit out at the destination, she huddled over herself, latching onto what little feeling of easiness she had left. After gaining her bearings back she stood back up straight. She saw that Travis was hard at work, and from the look of it, it looked as if he was almost finished.

"Well, I hope he finishes before the ship shows up to load these crates on them, otherwise, we will be in for quite the treat." Raiya said with what sounded almost like hunger.

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Nemo heard Zoey and shrugged in response. "I sure hope not." He replied, looking up to the sky. He entertained himself by watching a small flock of birds fly by above the group. However Nemo's viewing pleasure was suddenly cut short when all of the birds suddenly froze in place, as if somebody pressed pause on a movie. His expression turned from slightly pleased to completely deadpan. Uh-oh he thought. It was a tell tale sign that a realm spell had just been activated.

Nemo quickly looked down from the spectacle, now on alert. It was just in time to see a large crescent shaped wave of orange energy travel straight towards Travis as he worked on the rune. Despite the high speed which it was travelling, it barely made a noise. Clearly whoever generated it had the intentions of a surprise attack.

With no time to warn Travis, a quick usage of his warp spell placed Nemo in the line of the attack before it could hit Travis. The lack of time also made Nemo's absorption ability not as effective, the runic X he generated from his glove wasn't able to grow big enough to swallow the whole spell, causing the excess to explode around the pair. Smoke and dust surrounded them, but they were unharmed by the attack. Nemo snapped his gloved fingers, using a small spell to quickly swish out the smoke from around them and clear their view.

Across from their container, atop another, were two people waiting. One of them lazily sat down with his legs handing off the side, with the other standing tall. The sitting fellow wore a blue working jumpsuit with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, white undershirt, khaki boots, and various jewelry, including multiple piercings. He had tanned skin and dirty blonde shoulder length hair tied into the ponytail. The ends of his hair were dyed bright orange. Resting on his shoulder was a wooden baseball bat with multiple runic circles burned into it link a brand. The standing man seemed to be much more formal, he had short silver colored hair with bright blue eyes, a thin mustache, light skin, and a dark navy blue suit, white dress shirt, silver tie, and black loafers. Both of the men seemed to be somewhere in their thirties.

The sitting man suddenly dropped down from the container, causing the other to teleport down afterwards. "Well well well, looks like we've got some hooligans in our harbor huh Boslan?" The man asked his partner. He spoke with a noticeable Boston accent.

"Looks like it." The suited man replied shortly with his hands resting behind his back.

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Raiya felt the familiar pull of a realm spell and immediately went on the defensive. Her hands snapping outwards, summoning her main weapon, her custom katana, in a flurry of purple electricity.

Raiya's attention snapped to the magic attack whizzing towards Travis. She felt the attack before it got within range, and as she was about to move in to intercept it, Nemo jumped into its path instead. An explosion briefly enveloped the two but as the dust settled, it could be seen that they were more than alright.

Raiya's attention then switched to the two who were atop the shipping crate. They certainly were a motley crew. The dirtiness of the working class blue collar outfit of the man on the left, completely contrasted the neatness and privileged elegance of the gentleman's zoot suit. They dropped down from their perch and began to walk towards the group.

"So much for the element of surprise..." Raiya murmured. "You got any ideas, Nemo?" Raiya asked genuinely, her teeth gritted in anticipation.


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Age: 20

Sex: Male

Appearance:

Alias(es): Prince of Belisio

Description:
* Height - 5'9
* Build - Slender
* Skin Colour - White
* Hair Colour - Dark Brown
* Eye Colour - Brown

Magic type: Ki

Personality:
Brooding and deeply introspective, Corvo is generally a quiet and reserved young man but when stirred he becomes hard headed, passionate and impulsive. In such a state, he is quick to anger and even quicker to act. With strong ideals of justice, he believes in swift action and for better or worse, he never hesitates to back up his words with deeds. He is also prideful and confident in his own abilities, though the arduous experience of awakening his ki has humbled him somewhat and has allowed him to accept that there is still much for him to learn. With the fall of Belisio and the loss of his parents, he is now single-mindedly focused on reclaiming his kingdom and enacting vengeance upon the Vaimese Empire, no matter the cost.

Background:
Before the fall of Belisio, Corvo was a brilliant yet carefree young man whose largest concerns in life were his studies and training as heir apparent to the kingdom. History, politics, economics, religion, military strategy and the nature of magic, all of these things were drilled into him from an early age and though much was expected of him, he took his education in stride and somehow always found time for joy flights, swimming in lakes, travelling the city and other such frivolities.

After witnessing a Knight's tournament where the famous Iron Bear was bested by the Crimson Rider, Corvo developed an interest in cultivating his own ki and when his father learned of this, he was appointed the Knight Commander Chisom Balthair, the 'Black Bull', to be his tutor. Although the old warrior proved to be a strict disciplinarian, Corvo took to his martial training with his customary aplomb and was confident that he would awaken his ki within the year.

That year passed however and then another, followed by yet another and while Corvo developed excellent combat skills under the Black Bull's tutelage, he never seemed to make any progress towards awakening his ki. Frustrated by this, the young prince abandoned all of his leisurely pursuits for the sake of achieving this one goal, but it became increasingly apparent that the conventional methods of unlocking one's ki was simply not working for him. No matter how harsh the training, it seemed it would never happen at all... until that day when Vaimese warships appeared on the horizon and fired their cannons upon the Royal Palace.

Seeing both of his parents being buried beneath the rubble, Corvo let out a shout so fearsome that it shattered every window and cracked the very walls around him. He had finally awakened his ki, but at the cost of his kingdom and now - possessed by righteous wrath and the grief of losing his parents - he will do anything to take it all back and make the Vaimese Empire pay for what it's done.

Abilities:

* Ki Shout - Unleashes a blast of sonic pressure with a shout that can knock back foes or damage the surrounding environment.
* Combat Skills - Highly adept in armed or unarmed combat.
* Piloting - Able to drive or pilot most vehicles.

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Owen's vague response only made Corvo more curious as to what an 'Ender' was and he was about to press the matter until Gerhardt spoke up, "Leongarde chose to let Belisio fall, because the relationship between the two countries has been strained for quite some time. In their eyes Belisio had become nothing more than a bully, regardless of how we might feel about such matters."

You dare, the prince thought as he tried to formulate a response, sharing Owen's look of incredulity. A bully? My nation burns and you dare to say it is nothing more than a bully? No... Leongarde. It is from their perspective, but why? What have we done to offend them?

Corvo received his answer soon enough as Gerhardt spoke on of mist harvesters, border disputes and the lives of mages within the Priestdom, which only served to further the prince's ire. So because they decide to shoot themselves in the foot with their own intolerance of magic, they let some minor incident dictate our fates? he wanted to scream, brooding in contempt as the brothers quibbled over mercenary business. Do they not realize that by allowing us to fall, they only stand to be next and all over a few harvesters?

The prince did not make a single sound or movement, nor even a change in expression until he caught the tail end of Owen's words, "... so I suggest you both eat and rest, cause if you're set on this, I'll take you with me tonight."

"No," Corvo said, standing up swiftly as he addressed the master of the house. "No, we've wasted enough time here."

Then with a scornful look towards Gerhardt, he continued, "If what you say is true then we will find no aid here no matter what. More aside, I will not bow and scrape for some blinkered theocrat when we could be back home rallying what remains of our forces, of our people, so that we might mount a resistance while we still can. For Gaia's sake, what are we even doing here in the first place?"

His spirit inflamed, Corvo turned hotly towards the door whilst declaring his convictions aloud, "We fled when we should have fought!"

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"No," Corvo said, standing up swiftly as he addressed the master of the house. "No, we've wasted enough time here."

Then with a scornful look towards Gerhardt, he continued, "If what you say is true then we will find no aid here no matter what. More aside, I will not bow and scrape for some blinkered theocrat when we could be back home rallying what remains of our forces, of our people, so that we might mount a resistance while we still can. For Gaia's sake, what are we even doing here in the first place?"

His spirit inflamed, Corvo turned hotly towards the door whilst declaring his convictions aloud, "We fled when we should have fought!"

A chair fell backwards as three heavy thuds passed by Corvo's ear and embedded into the wooden door in front of him.
There trembling still were three sharp, thin blades, the width of two fingers and as large as a humanhand.
"You want to fight? You miserable arrogant little ingrate, have not enough people died?" Gerhardt cast at him."Thousands have given their lives attempting to protect what they held dear, but guess what?! It wasn't enough. They weren't enough!! Your father, Your Mother blasted to the high heavens never set one foot on the battlefield to bleed with those poor sods that were called on to fight." Gerhardt told him coldly.
"Oi, easy now Brother."
"No. I have been going easy on him too long." He spoke coldly as he pointed to the door.
"If you want to throw your life away go ahead. Don't expect me to save your pompous ass again, if you are truly that blind that you think you actually have a shot at this and know better, by all means, prove me wrong, walk out that door!" He narrowed his eyes.
"But if you do, don't expect me to follow you. It will be your folly and yours alone."
Gerhardt turned around to drink from his cup.
"But I will make you a prediction for what will happen to you...You'll never reach Belisio. Aside from the fact that you have no means to buy passage back to a wartorn nation, the moment your haughtiness gets the better of you any shrewd man with a mind for business will have put two and two together and sold you out to the Vaimese. Now as a slave and a prince of Belisio guess what they'll do to you? They'll parade you through the streets, like a prize, they'll torment ever hour of your life from that point on and ultimately you'll be butchered upon the altar of their choosing. Your head cut off, balmed and preserved, to display as a victory trophy.
You'll become the instrument to break the back of any sort of rebellion, for who would unite them and be able to lead the nation, when the last of the royal line died?!" Anger festered and bubbled to the surface.
"You think I liked leaving those in my care? Those that had come to depend on me for their survival? For their daily bread? You think I did not want to fight a fair fight? That if given the chance I would not rather have stood with my old friend or safeguard his kin, when fate forced me unto a different path when I stumbled upon you? Do you know what went through my head?! That I thanked the heavens for the lady Fortune safeguarding the future, for giving Belisio a chance at all, that there might be some small measure of hope left despite all of it?" Gerhardt threw his cup at the prince's head, making sure he missed him by a hair.
"Go ahead! Go and run! You'd best hurry 'your majesty'." He snarked before adding.
"Grow a spine boy. Save your regrets and anger for when you're actually in a postition to use them. But if I wasted and risked my life for an impetuous ingrate, by all means leave and save me the trouble of actually caring." He picked up the chair and made a dismissive wave to Corvo. "Either you put some faith in us or you fuck off and do whatever you think is best."

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Corvo gasped as the blades zipped by his ear and bit into the surface of the door. Out of pure reflex, he immediately spun around and dropped into a combat stance, expecting the next blade to strike for his heart. What followed however were only the spymaster's words, yet spoken harshly as they were, they struck more truly than any weapon could and Corvo found himself unable to meet Gerhardt's eyes as the man exploded in fury and frustration.

At first the prince's own anger had evaporated into shame and guilt, subsumed by the greater storm before him and he quietly endured it. Admittedly, he had forgotten that Gerhardt had suffered just as much as he had, if not more. He wanted to say so himself, but the dam had broken and now all the weight of everything they had both endured from Belisio to here was spilling out in this room. All the words unsaid, the thoughts unshared, they were coming out now only when they had a chance to stop and the more Gerhardt spoke in honest anger, the more unfair it seemed to Corvo to not do likewise.

"You don't think I know that?" he said, quietly at first as Gerhardt made his predictions. Then the spymaster whipped his cup at the prince's head and whether it would have struck or not, Corvo deflected it anyway with the back of his fist as he shouted, "YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT?"

The cup bounced violently off the other side of the room as the prince continued, "I was there! You don't have to remind me, beacuse i was right there! I am still there, every single fucking night and it's all I can think about! You don't think I know the consequences of failure? I just fucking lived it! We both did! How is it any different over here when we're just as surrounded by enemies? At least over there, I could... I could..."

Corvo wanted to say more, but found himself struggling to articulate his thoughts into words and in a sudden desire to breathe some fresh air, he hurried to open the door and step outside. He only meant to take pause to gather himself, but the spymaster was not done with him yet.

"Go ahead! Go and run! You'd best hurry 'your majesty'," Gerhardt snarked before adding.
"Grow a spine boy. Save your regrets and anger for when you're actually in a position to use them. But if I wasted and risked my life for an impetuous ingrate, by all means leave and save me the trouble of actually caring." He picked up the chair and made a dismissive wave to Corvo. "Either you put some faith in us or you fuck off and do whatever you think is best."

In response, Corvo slammed the door shut so hard that it rattled on its hinges, knocking the three blades loose and sending them clattering to the floor. It was no use. He had no stomach for bickering anymore and further argument would only lead to more hurt. Words were simply not enough anymore. All he could do was look up at the bright blue sky, glimpsing it briefly before closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. Then for the second time in his life, he let out a shout so fierce that it seemed to make the world shake.

Without thought or intention, Corvo had channelled all the energies of his soul into that shout and like thunder it rumbled through the air, causing the very walls of the house to vibrate. Imbued with so much ki, it would have carried enough destructive force to break through stone or tear a person asunder. Aimed towards the sky however, it harmed only the peace of the neighbourhood as well as the eardrums of whoever happened to be nearby.

Corvo however did not realize how loud it had been nor that his eyes had been closed until he opened them, seeing the old man named Castille who was still seated against the wall of the building. In that moment, Corvo had been blind, deaf and dumb to his own power, and thinking nothing of it, he pointed towards the door with a sheepish expression on his face as he said to the old man, "Sorry, I don't suppose you heard all that?"


[System]
Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Appearance/Looks:

Species:
Human

Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual

Likes:
The arts, friends, being able to help, being creative

Dislikes:
Being controlled, routines, staying in one place

Bio:
Liana's parents didn't particularly get along. In fact there may have been a couple of restraining orders during her earlier years. However, the two were never married. Liana was a product of a one night stand. Eventually, the two individually found their soulmate later and married that person. During the more turbulent time, Liana lived with her mother's mother who was one of the kindest person on the planet. She taught the young girl to be kind and considerate, and to be grateful for everything that she had. Once things had settled with her parents, Liana spent time between her parents, switching off every two weeks. She ended up having many half siblings who absolutely adored her. Each of her parents showered her with more than she needed. When she expressed her life goal of getting into the entertainment industry, so she could have a voice in the public and donate more money to charity, both parents supported her. She hasn't made it to be known well, but she appears in quite a few places as a movie extra or in a commercial. She loves traveling and meeting people. Despite her busy schedule, she still finds time to write and draw, two of her favorite hobbies.

Occupation:
A small time entertainer

Country of Origin:
America

Feelings about meeting their soulmate:
Liana is absolutely terrified of finding her soulmate. She is afraid of the all the things that could go wrong and all the things that could happen. Liana knows that everything eventually ends and didn't have a good outlook on love as a younger child.

Soul mate:

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Saoirse was certainly surprised by the limo, however, she said nothing. Throughout the entire time, she remained silent and refused to so much as even glance. She acted as if what had just happened between them never actually occurred at all. She already knew his reasons behind his actions, that it was not of his own free will, however, the feelings she expressed were genuine and she hoped that Dorian would notice that.

They eventually arrived at the airport, however, upon glancing at their tickets, Dorian immediately walked over to a young woman who seemed to be a member of staff. She payed no mind as to watching the conversation, yet she heard, felt, and smelled the entire thing as clear as day, causing her to tense up. Once Dorian had returned, Saoirse quickly snatched the ticket for the window seat and glanced at it. "Huh. She likes you." Was her only reply. Her voice had suddenly become cold and sharp like the cold steel of a blade. She grabbed her bags and went through the security check. There was a minor inconvenience resulting in her having to get a thorough pat down by a male officer, which oddly enough resulted in some small talk, a bit of laughter, and a bit of blushing from Saoirse, however it quickly subsided after finding nothing and exchanging one last friendly smiled and laugh, then she went on her way with a swift pace.

After boarding the plane, she took her seat and looked out the window, glancing at her homeland for possibily the last time. After the plane took off, Saoirse leaned against the window side of her seat, balancing her chin ontop of her hand, and closed her eyes. "I'm going to try to get some sleep." She said, not once looking at him, as she relaxed and quickly drifted off into sleep.

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The flight for the most part was uneventful, Dorian didn't mind. It gave him opportunity for self reflection. He analysed the events of the past few days, forcing himself to focus on something other then his bathroom encounter with Saoirse. The thought still made him stir with both embarrassment and excitement. None the less it was unbecoming of him to act in such a manor, judging from her retreat and since silence, Dorian could only believe he had gone to far.

He closed his eyes and tried to think about something other then Saoirse and a new face came to his mind, a mans, a man bearing a smug smile, a man bearing a smug smile as he ran his hands over Saoirse.
That damn fuckin' security guard!
Dorian already had means to dislike their profession, it was a personal thing as he always found they got in the way. But he really disliked this one. His jaw was already tightly clenched shut as he thought of all the malicious things he could do to hurt him.

'This is ridiculous' he eventually thought to himself. Even though he daren't tempt it, Dorian could and in the past had, controlled the will of demons. Now, since meeting Saoirse, he could barely control his own desires let alone thoughts. He told himself to excuse the man for doing his job and had nearly excepted and believed he had until his eyes befell the man again. At first he thought it a mistake, but sure enough, sitting at the front of the plane, there he was.
An unknown jealousy rose in the pit of his stomach like a kraken in the sea. Ready to destroy all reason.

Lucky, just lucky Saoirse was asleep and hadn't seen him. Dorian looks for a way to position himself that would announce Saoirse as his. But short of interrupting her sleep and wrapping his arms around her there was nothing he could do in these limited seats. He resigns and tilts his head back closing his eyes and gets as close to sleep as the discomforts and commotion of the plane would allow.

Dorian was awake when the plane came to landing, he moved with polite haste as he lead Saoirse out of the airport to an awaiting stylish black Mercedes. The old driver wore a styled silver moustache and gave Dorian a welcoming nod in greeting.
"Sir" he had said, acknowlaging him on sight.
It was a lengthy drive to the large estate. The massive building was two stories with a massive accessible attic and probably a cellar too. Drenched with history and detail the house was a sight to marvel. Wrought iron gates opened for the car giving way to the long driveway.
Dorian made his way up the stairs leaving the driver to handle the luggage, he opened the heavy ornate dual doors and guestured for Saoirse to enter.

"Welcome" he said with a polite smile.

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For most of the flight, Saoirse was asleep, however, she did engage in some friendly conversation with the security guard she met prior, when Dorian was seemingly asleep.

Finally she had arrived in the New York with Dorian. On her way out, she said her farewells to the guard and she and Dorian were invited out for a friendly drink the next time he was in town. With a nod and a wave, she then followed closely behind her as she took it all in. The sights, the smells, the sounds, all of which were very different and very overwhelming, yet she managed to keep her composure and kept quiet. Throughout the car ride, she didn't say a word and looked out the window, taking in the scenery and familiarizing herself with her new surroundings. The sights, however, were interrupted by the strong scent of jealousy, anger, and hatred, seeping out of every pore on Dorian's body. She expected him to start yelling at her, for reasons she didn't know, at any given moment, yet he said nothing. She touched the base of her neck where there was a small bruise left from before. The memory somewhat still fresh in her mind, made her blush slightly.

After a while, they arrived at a luxurious and large building. It was lovely, yet intimidating at the same time, causing her to suddenly become shy, nervous, and reserved and stay close behind Dorian as the 2 entered the building. She looked at the ground the entire time, feeling inadequate to enter such a home with her appearance and background. "Thank you for having me." She murmered quietly, barely audible, her cheeks rosy with embarrassment and a weak and nervous smile, as her eyes never left the floor. His welcome was polite yet felt ominous to her as the scent of jealousy was still very strong on him.

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"I took the liberty to take down the sign sir."
Said the sturdy old butler as he stepped into the doorway.
"I hope you find everything to your liking."

"leave the luggage in the entry, I'll take it from there, thankyou."

"Very well sir, if that's all you need I shall be on my way. I will be available to take you to your destination from eight PM onwards tomorrow."
He gives a humble bow and makes his way to the car.

Dorian looks around the grand entrance way and admires the stairwell. Clearly this was his first time in the building too.

"Until I sort out what is going on this will be our residence, you will need to keep close so I can keep you safe... Sorry there isn't any security guards here to help with that." It was a sharp subtle passive aggressive quip.
You can pick your own room, I'll move your luggage when you have chosen. You can't let anyone know you are here, alright!?"

Dorians voice was stern and demanding, he hadn't even considered that he might be making this marvelous newly brought house sound like a prison. Dorian strolled the lower level perimeter of the house inspecting the outside view from every window.

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Email

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Itsuji Reyo

This is Dorian.
I know it has been quite some time but I am sure you still remember me.
I have a one time offer for you.

Are you still interested in learning of the things I do?
Do you wish to study under my patronage?

My demands and expectations will be strict, any misconduct and expulsion will be the least of your concern. I will provide you with residence for the duration of your mentoring but your liveliness and safety is not my concern or responsibility.

Bring an 8 piece outdoor high resolution bullet IP security camera system with an addition two wide angle IR dome camera's. It needs an encrypted wireless LCD monitor as well as secure adaptable monitoring and recording software.

Bring it to the location provided in the attachment. Make sure you can install it all too.
You will find sufficient funds in your account to cover any and all expenses.

I only offer this to you because your family was once good to me.

I hope to see you soon.

Regards
Dorian

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Email ends

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The scent of jealousy suddenly grew stronger from Dorian as his spoke, though she didn't understand why he was so upset. Annoyed by his tone, she grabbed her bags. "I don't know what you are so pissed about but just because your name is on my wrist, it doesn't mean you own me. I am not your pet dog." She replied finally making eye contact with him, however, instead of their usual warm and gentle nature, they were now cold and sharp, her voice matching, causing the hackles on Dorian's neck to raise; behind those pools of blue, was a wolf... And it was growling at him.

She tightened her grip around her baggage, whiped around, and stormed off with calm expression on her face and a quick stride, choosing the room farthest from Dorian's, yet closest to the surrounding woodlands. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath, trying to relax. However, she failed and let out an angry scream, as she threw her suit case onto the floor as hard as she could, sending her clothes scattered around the room. She then paced the room a few times, combing her fingers through her hair; breathing heavily, then falling onto the bed. Her arms and legs sprawled out on the mattress as she stared at the ceiling. Her anger had subsided, yet her confusion remained. She simply couldn't understand why Dorian was so angry.

[User]
Liana ran her fingers lightly over her left wrist. She couldn't really feel the sensation like she normally can, it was a strange feeling. Instead of warm skin at her fingertips, there was a cooler latex. She held both wrists out in front of her, they looked the same. It felt as if a load had been lifted off her shoulders. No destiny, no potential disaster, just whatever she decided for herself. It was unfortunate that it was only for the production she was in. The lady who had done her makeup did a really good job of hiding the name and date on her wrist. A feminine voice called out to the distracted girl.

"Liana, they need you for the next scene!" It was her manager, Mrs. Marian. An older, sometimes strict woman poked her head around the corner of the dressing room.

"I'm coming," She called out, standing up to rush out the door. When she exited her small quiet room, she was hit with a wall of sound and bustling about. Mrs. Marian grabbed the girl's hand and lead her around the maze of hallways and into a green screen room. There was a group of people huddled around, discussing something or another. A couple better known actors stood around the room, some interacting with each other or memorizing their script. This was the largest production she'd been on yet. It was exciting and new. She already had her lines memorized since she'd only has a few, so she was free to talk to the other actors until they were ready to shoot.

Immediately, she went to find the people she interacted with on screen. She exchanged some words about what they would do and how they will respond. Then things would usually take a more upbeat, friendly turn. When time came for the cameras to actually start rolling, Liana got really into her character. She was only in the movie of one scene before her character died, but she wanted to do it as best as she could. She didn't let the better known people intimidate her, instead she connected with then. The shoot was almost too short, but then again, her stomach said otherwise. Since Mrs. Marian had to do a bit more paperwork, Liana decided to go get food on her own. She wandered the city looking for a good place to eat. Nothing fancy or expensive, but not exactly fast food.


[System]
Appearance: Pharazon is tall and thin, and in fact, doesn't actually look very strong. Pharazon has chosen a non-gendered, androgynous physical appearance, and prefers non-gendered pronouns such as 'they' and 'them', but is fine if people refer to them as 'he' or 'she'. They have short, green hair, and serious, green eyes. Their face is usually expressionless, with a touch of amused curiosity
Age: 20. Looks about 20
Race: Quantum
Citizenship: Horizon
Personality: Pharazon is one of those Quantums who has chosen to break away from supposed 'human limitations'. This is first most apparent in their choice of gender expression. It is also apparent in their choice to keep their emotions in check, despite still being subject to them. Pharazon idolizes the ideal of what a Quantum could become, the 'perfect machine'. Pharazon is all about performing tasks, and following orders. Therefore a few things bother Pharazon greatly: though Pharazon sees racism as something beneath them, they have difficulty dealing with things that they assume to be unpredictable and prone to irrationality, that is to say, humans. While Pharazon does not hate humans, Pharazon is afraid of working with them for fear of losing control of the task at hand. Pharazon also seeks new knowledge and information, yet processes information very slowly. They therefore consume information through very traditionally human means, for example, reading and looking stuff up, instead of downloading it into their mind directly. Part of this need for knowledge also manifests as a desire to interact with humans, despite Pharazon's reluctance. Pharazon can be a bit blunt and forward, especially when a task needs doing. They may occasionally falter when it comes to being tactful. Pharazon has the unfortunate penchant for not speaking their mind when they should, and for silently shouldering burdens unnecessarily
History: Pharazon was created with an adult mind, and given free reign to choose their own future. Living in a Horizon that was well into its recovery from the Race Wars decades and decades ago, things were relatively peaceful within the core star systems, some might even say luxurious. Pharazon was faced with the philosophical questions that so often accompanied comfort, luxury, security and opportunity. Pharazon didn't know what they wanted to do with themselves, until one day they came across the philosophy of the 'perfect machine'. Pharazon found their calling, and spent their time disciplining themselves in the ways of the 'perfect machine'. Part of the philosophy, however, stressed obedience and service to the collective Quantum society, which was Horizon, so Pharazon joined the military. A fellow follower of the 'perfect machine' philosophy who happened to be working on a secret government project found out about Pharazon and decided to recruit them as the first cog-scan candidate. When Pharazon's personalized cog, Phalanx, was created, Pharazon spent a few years demonstrating its capabilities and performing tests. Due to Pharazon's success with Phalanx during tests, the Cadmus project moved to the next stage, and Pharazon awaited the next few cog-pilots that would be joining their team.
Theme Song: (Tentative) The Deva - Rakuen Tsuihou OST

Cog: Phalanx
Physical Description: The Phalanx stands tall and broad. It is slow-moving, heavy-set, and well-armored, with two massive binders attached to its shoulders that transform into smaller, remote-controlled 'dummy cogs'. It's chest mounted shotguns and use of a spear means that it engages in close-to-medium range combat. It rushes headlong into battle, drawing attention, and making sure it can survive the punishment. The use of the Hoplites adds maneuverability, offensive power, area-control, versatility, and support.

Phalanx looks like the image above, except it's shoulder guards look like the following:

These shoulder guards are called 'Hoplons' in shield form, 'Hoplites' when transformed into mechs. They are remote controlled 'dummy cogs', or 'dolls'. They are supposed to be green, like the main cog.Tactical role: Short-to-medium range vanguard melee skirmisher
Evaluation:
* Cog Score: 6
* Pilot Skill: 7
* Mental Fortitude: 6
* Obedience: 10

Weapon/Equipment/Special Systems List:
* 2x Beam shotguns - Mounted in chest
* 1x Dorus - A retractable spear. The spearhead is solid, while a medium beam nozzle runs parallel to the shaft at the base of the blade, making it like a bayonet. The Dorus is stored on the back when not in use, and is wielded with either one or both hands.
* Thrusters - Enough to provide a decent (but low) amount of acceleration and propulsion. The Phalanx and detached Hoplites move faster when disconnected from each other
* 2x Hoplons/Hoplites - Mounted on shoulder when not transformed

	+ 1x Dorus per Hoplite - The Dori can be deployed in Hoplon mode, giving the Phalanx two hidden spears/beams to attack with

Wishlist:

The two front shoulder binders remain as non-transforming guards, while the two rear shoulder binders are the same Hoplon/Hoplites* 4x Beam shotguns - Mounted in chest
* 3x Dori - 1 stored on back when not in use, 2 hidden in forward binders
* 2x Anti-beam field projectors - In forward binders
* 2 Hidden arms - In forward binders. Used for wielding the hidden Dori
* 20 Scatter missiles - 10 stored in each forward binder. They are imprecise, and often travel randomly
* Thrusters - Enough to provide a decent (but low) amount of acceleration and propulsion. The Phalanx and detached Hoplites move faster when disconnected from each other
* 2x Hoplons/Hoplites - Mounted on rear shoulder when not transformed

	+ 1x Dorus per Hoplite
	+ 1x Anti-beam field projector per Hoplite

[User]
Upon hearing Pharazon's answer to Corina, Arienne finally frowned.

At the mention of strike craft, she remembered her original misgivings about joining this project in the first place.
'I'm going to be piloting a fancy plane' she thought to herself. That just didn't feel right.
Her training and skill set are in close quarters and hand to hand combat. Sure she can aim a pistol really well, but she wanted something more... personal, more intimate.
With a sigh, she pushed her doubts away. Might as well give final judgement after she had seen these 'cogs'. She had other things to worry about right now.

In Arienne's eyes, Chie Alberton was an adorable girl. She liked children with attitude and thought the little bit she'd seen of Chie's was endearing. But Arienne had never had to work with such an attitude on a professional level. And even then, why was a child part of a military project? Arienne loathed the thought of a child getting put into dangerous situations, but this was assuaged by 2 things:
* They were gonna be test pilots, so shouldn't see actual combat (this fact also annoyed Arienne). Chie, for the most part, should be safe.
* Chie must have gone through the tests so she must be qualified for the job. She probably had the skills and aptitude needed so that the Horizon government would be even willing to recruit a young child in the first place. On this point, Arienne didn't know whether to be impressed or disturbed.

Having sat down in the row in front of Chie, she turned around with a small but sincere smile on her face, piercingly searching blue eyes, and asked Chie in a quiet voice,

"Ms. Chie Alberton, if you'd be so kind as to answer this question. I wanted to know, are you here by your own choice or are you in any way being forced into this?"

[Assistant]
Chie narrowed her eyes at her 'commanding officer'. Folding her arms across her chest, she let out a huff and turned away, shutting her eyes as she did. Bending down like that... she was a pilot, so didn't she deserve to be treated just like all the others? She didn't need someone acting all... all... patronizing like that! She was irritable the whole way onto the shuttle. She sat with her arms still folded across her chest, looking firmly to the side and away from all her fellow team members... at least until one of them spoke to her. And she was talking to her normally! Hah!

... Even if the question was kind of weird. Still, given the chance to talk about how she was here, the blonde little girl couldn't help but give a cheerful and incredibly smug smile in response to the question that had been asked of her.

"Of course I'm here of my own choice!" she said, unfolding her arms to place her palms on either side of her hips where she sat, kicking her feet slightly. "Do you think I'd have to be forced to do something like this?"

Her smile shifted, becoming a rather sarcastic expression as she cast a sideways glance at the other team members. "Maybe they're dumb enough to think that..."

[User]
Arienne gives Chie a bigger, relieved smile. She says to Chie "That's good then. I look forward to flying with you lance mate." before turning back around.

Settling in her chair, Arienne decides to push the rest of her worries away for now. 'Wait. Watch. Act.' she told herself.
Arienne decided not to turn on her music and kept an ear out for whatever tidbit she could hear.

[Assistant]
Corina gave a short, affirmative nod. "Understood, sir. I look forward to this assignment," she added, as if to reinforce that she did, in fact, appreciate the gravity of this detail. After all, Corina didn't want to come off as if she felt she was above this kind of an assignment. She went where she was most needed, and it sounded like that that place was here.

However, she was not without her doubts. Corina was a foot soldier, after all; piloting ships was never her forte. Of course, Pharazon made clear that they weren't just piloting ships; whatever they would be piloting was just as effective as a surface weapon as it was a strikecraft. That was slightly reassuring, but still, there was a reason Corina was assigned to an infantry unit and not the cavalry.

If Chie's remarks had any effect on Corina, she didn't show it. She maintained her stoic, rigid composure - not out of any active desire to appear composed, but as a result of years of military training and discipline. This was going to be an interesting assignment. Out of the corner of her eye, Corina noticed Arienne getting notably more comfortable than herself; the woman seemed fairly relaxed and easy-going, and while Corina could not understand that kind of behavior, she certainly respected it.

[User]
Pharazon nodded to show that they understood that Corina's question was borne of inquisitiveness rather than criticism.

The shuttle zoomed through space, heading towards a group of four starships: two mid-sized carriers and two mid-sized destroyers. HDF ships had a smooth, silvery appearance broken by thin lines that emanated a blue glow. The carriers had a long central body with a hexagonal ring around it from which strike craft deployed in six directions, whereas the destroyers resembled umbrellas or mushrooms with short stalks, with the cap pointing forward. One of the carriers, the HDF-Evolution, had a slightly modified hexagonal deployment ring.

The shuttle headed for the Evolution and docked on a platform at a point where the ring connected to the main body. The platform descended and took the shuttle into the carrier's interior. As the elevator went down, it passed through an airlock, after which the hangar could be seen from inside the shuttle, and the pilots saw their cogs for the first time. The Hangar was a zero-gravity environment, and was also hexagonal, the cogs being mounted with their backs to the walls and their heads pointing towards the front of the ship. The hangar engineering crew could be seen going about performing maintenance on the cogs.

When the shuttle had finished docking, Pharazon stood up, "Alright, follow me. If you're not used to zero-g, make sure to hold on to the handrails. Once outside the shuttle, Pharazon turned to address the pilots again, "Welcome to the Evolution. Those are your cogs over there."

Each pilot should be able to identify their cog and, depending on their personality, will react to their cog differently, but the reaction should be positive. The shape, design and color of the cog should speak to each pilot on an aesthetic and personal level.

Dr. Alberton then took over, "So, a quick introduction to cogs. The term 'cog' was chosen as an abbreviation of 'cognition'. Though the cog is piloted with a classic stick- and pedal-based control system, the cog subtly collects your thoughts and mental commands, augmenting your ability to control your cog with greater precision and accuracy than you would be able to get with just clumsy physical controls. The cog is considered the next evolution of strikecraft. You may notice that they are humanoid. The reason for this is that the cog also subtly sends messages into your mind in addition to receiving signals. Most humans, and even most Quantums, feel most comfortable in a humanoid body, and a body, a cog that you are not comfortable with creates a dissonance that impedes the ability to send and receive mental signals essential to cog piloting. However, this problem extends beyond the shape of the body, as it turns out, individual minds can be very particular about tiny nuances, and personal combat preferences apparently have a very large impact on how a cog 'feels' to the pilot and an even larger impact on how the cog and pilot perform. You may remember a scan that was administered to the population a little more than a year ago. That scan determines each individual's 'ideal' cog. Since this individuality prevents the cogs from being mass produced, they are incredibly expensive, so all cog designs were then evaluated for their potential, and each potential pilot was also evaluated. And that's why you're all here, you've passed the selection process, your cogs have been manufactured, and now we will see if your piloting verifies previous data. Previously, only one cog had been manufactured, which is Lieutenant Commander Chess' cog, Phalanx, the green one over there. Are there any questions?" Dr. Alberton mused to himself how the concept behind the cogs was similar to random mutations and natural selection; different personalities gave rise to different cogs, each with their own unique way of adapting to combat. Multiple iterations and prolonged conflict could produce 'evolutionary pressure' and push cogs, and weapons development in general, into new, undiscovered territory; creating machines that adapt better and better to the combat environment.


[System]
Appearance:* Overweight human with a thick, short brown beard on his weathered face.
* Late 30's, early 40's.
* Always in loose leather overalls.
* Usually smiling.
* Left leg is a wooden peg.

Personality:* Generally jovial, but always suspicious/untrusting of strangers.
* Secretive regarding his personal life but always asking others about theirs.
* Open about his past as an adventurer.

Additional Info:* Runs a trinket shop that functions a lot like a pawn shop.
* Tinkers with simple machinery and spring-powered mechanical toys.
* Is an ex-adventurer famous for discovering the hoard of Zetrag the dragon and subsequently having his left leg bitten off before narrowly escaping the hoard with a sizeable sack of treasure.
* Speaking voice color.

[User] Kyato was walking when he seen Akkina fall over, he scrambled over to her and reached for her to help her get up, he swung her arm around his neck and began to walk back the way the way she came following her small but weak voiced directions " Hey I've got a girl here, help!!!" Kyato shouted at the top of his voice to attract Silas' attention

[Assistant]
Randy nodded as Silas explained Randy's relation to them. Then he whipped to see... Kyato attending to Akkina. How the fuck did he get down here so fast? Ah whatever, Randy went over and helped Akkina too.

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The guard slumped to the ground, knocked out cold. "That's the last of the perimeter guards." Raven said to himself as he loaded his gun. While everything was going on, the Raven had been taking out Kyato Corp perimeter guards. His targets were Silas and Akkina, with bounties posted by some very, very rich dude. Although Raven knew Akkina should be brought back alive (making his job harder) he didn't care for Silas. Some guy already got the bounty on the third target, so Raven decided he could deal with him also. Anyone else would be met with a hailstorm of bullets too.

Raven sprinted towards a bush nearby, his exo suit making just enough noise to not be heard, apart from a trained trapper. He watched the group of four, identifying the two bounty targets, and two other men who could get in his way.

[User]
JG saw a restrained flash of anger pass over the man's face; perhaps he had not been aware of it being visible, but she could see the signs. She immediately frowned. Had there been a misunderstanding, or was this man really trying to lull her into the false sense of security she had just fallen out of? She gave him the benefit of the doubt. She was embarrassed again when he started to look for a weapon of his to give her. When he jested of her size she reacted a little late, squinting and sticking her tongue out at him briefly. She was impressed by the number of compartments he had visible and hidden amongst his person and wondered absently whether his size was what allowed him to carry so much. Eventually he pulled out a dagger, and pursed her lips and narrowed her pupils seeing the object of her desires. It was a little bigger than what she would normally have gone for, but still hide-able amongst her person. She could tell he was heartbroken to part with it though, and felt somewhat guilty. The blade and sheath were beautifully crafted, it felt like a crime to tarnish them.

"I..thank you..." she said, accepting the blade with both hands and bowing her head respectfully. "I cannot guarantee I can keep it safe, unfortunately. I have a tendency to wake up in places I did not settle in to sleep, with or without my possessions. A curse or a gift, I can't decide." She paused and thought for a second. "Maybe you would loan it to me for the day, until I find a suitable replacement from the market?" she asked tentatively.

[Assistant]
Titan never saw JG's childish behavior, so absorbed was he in the search of a good weapon. With such a delicate figure, he wanted her to have some sort of personal protection and security. There was no better way he knew than having a solid blade in your hands. He noticed her watching him as he had searched through his coat. She could have counted the number, but they were a confusing set of pouches and pockets, more often than not the two stitched together. When she asked him for a loan, he could have laughed, but this time he knew her to be serious.

"I truly have no need of it JG, it's yours." Rafael insisted, waving away her insistence of giving back the knife. Hearing her predicament, a few ideas churned into motion as to how to help her. The large man wondered if the girl minded jewelry, not seeing any on her hands, face, or ears. He'd have to tinker with his Gears, but he imagined he could find something to help the girl out. His muscle suddenly cramped and he gave a slight growl at the muscle lock-up. "Now, can we please leave?" I truly hate this establishment, at the moment."

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Slenderman@GingerBoi123

Silas felt himself momentarily fill with anger, but quickly breathed it out. "Kouh and Wolf, it was a pleasure, but I must take my leave! Find us if you want for company!" he shouted back at the pair, following Randy and passing him after half the distance. Before he'd fully stopped, Silas had his sword drawn and the point tucked under Kyato's chin. "Move away from my Akkina, you dog!" Silas's eyes momentarily flashed a brilliant burnished copper, but his nails had turned black and pointed. His arm seemed to almost vibrate with how much he fought against his own impulses to just murder the man in front of him. "Back away now!"

[User] Akkina shook her head slightly and looked at Silas "He is helping us. He wants to help" Akkina said to Silas sweetly and smiled lightly then looked at Randy, and then nodded to him before walking to Silas and hugged Silas tightly and kissed lightly, She lay down DDurandal and then looked at Kyato, who didn't move to get it, therefore he was helping them

[Assistant]
Randy sighed as he walked up to Silas, moving the sword away. "Calm down man, right now, Kyato isn't important." It was sort of all well and good until some guy with black hair and a machine gun walked out of a bush.

"Well, well, well. I'm sure you are all one big, happy family now, buuut, I'm gonna have to break it up a little." Raven said with a condescending tone. He then pointed the gun at the group. "Hand over Silas and Akkina. Now." He threatened.

[User] Kyato shook his head to the bounty hunter and laughed at him again and again then walked to him and smiled "Your presence ISN'T authorized by Kyato Corp, have you seen Seto Kyato first, come back when you do" Kyato kept the pretence going hoping that HE backed off from the group. Kyato reached in to his pocket and then pressed a GPS tracker device hopefully his guards come before trouble kicked off.

[Assistant]
Slenderman

Raven simply laughed. "Authorisation? Have you actually ever hired a bounty hunter before? I don't need 'authorisation'." Raven explained, he then pointed the gun directly AT Kyato. "Now, like I said, hand over Akkina and Silas."

[User] Kyato reached for his sword and pointed it towards the bounty hunter and smiled at the hunter and got in to a combat stance against the bounty hunter, as he did that, a large group of Kyato Corp Guard ran into the scene, Kyato watching for any distractions from the bounty hunter got ready to attack him, but first Kyato had to run towards the man which would cost Kyato some time .

[Assistant]
@The Slenderman

Silas grit his teeth, biting back a protest. It seemed priorities had changed with the arrival of this latest bounty hunter. Knowing he couldn't protect both himself and Akkina, he quickly chanted a spell while Kyato and Raven verbally sparred. The familiar spell of protection shimmered into existence around Akkina, while he put a foot on her sword and kicked back, sliding it over to her. With that out of the way, he unbuckled his sword belt and took off his quiver, throwing it towards Randy. "Keep those safe for me, Randy. Secondly, I'd suggest running."

With that, Silas reached deep within himself and broke the shackles he kept around his heart. The rage and pain he'd kept from his conscious thoughts bubbled over, finally breaking a self-made seal. "QUICKLY!" he roared, his voice layered with a second tone, almost like a beast's roar. Thus his transformation started. His eyes stayed golden, while his skin began darkening. His hair grew longer and ragged. His body itself made cracking noises as his bone structure contorted into a new monstrous figure. He fell onto hands that were no longer hands but paws with wickedly long claws. His legs grew longer and his knees made sickening pops as the joints reversed. He screamed as his face elongated and his nose and jaw bones elongated.

Within half a minute, Silas had gone from man to lycan, fully assuming his wolf form. What was once Silas had a hate-filled gaze, aimed squarely at Raven. The Wolf howled in a hair-raising volume and saliva dripped from his maw. A deep and threatening growl emanated from the beast's throat as he began to circle around Kyato, who'd gone into the fray ahead of Silas before. The beast looked between Raven and Kyato, waiting for one or both of them to make a move. The three made a loose triangle in the middle of the street, which had suddenly vacated. Interested spectators had fled once they had seen Silas's final transformation, scared out of their minds for their lives.

[User]
Kyato looked at the wolf then pointed to the Bounty Hunter, to signal that he was the enemy. Kyato stepped forward to the hunter and pulled out his pistol and pointed it towards the bounty hunter, to even the odds that were between them, Kyato smiled as he walked to the hunter slowly.

Akkina reached for the Durandal and she pulled it up off the ground and raising it to the air and then sheathed her sword on her back sword sheath though she wanted to get in to the fight so badly. She looked at Silas who had turned into a lycan.

[Assistant]
JG bowed her head again in thanks, and stashed the sheathed blade under her vest. How the blade was secured under her clothing was a woman's secret, but essentially, the blade would be hidden from most angles but easy and quick to draw in case of danger. Importantly, it would be safe from theft, as few would be able to draw her blade without her seeing and intercepting their movement. She raised a quizzical eyebrow when he growled, and then smirked when she realised the reason behind it.

"You lead, I'll follow..." she said, sarcastically bowing and waving her hand in the direction of the door as he had done to her earlier.

This time she would follow, more confident with her new weapon. As she followed him out of the shop and into the street, she stopped in front of the tailor's entrance and looked around. Something about the atmosphere here had changed since she had entered the shop. Commotion nearby, maybe? She cocked her head to concentrate on her hearing, almost summoning her feline ears before she remembered she had no disguise for them. With so many people in the market it was hard to focus, but she thought she could hear aggressive shouting, and the clinking of armour in unison.

"I think that trouble you were talking about may have caught up with us. Shall we go watch the show, or find somewhere quieter?" she asked. She assumed she needn't specify that watching the show would put them at risk of getting caught in the crossfire, but also increased their chances of having or wanting to meddle with the whole affair.

[User] Akkina without any fear wandered to Silas in his lycan form and attempted to hold his hand-- Paw and she turned to around to his front and lay her hands on his cheeks softly "Stop, Kyato is not a enemy of us.. please" Akkina begged him, pleading him she was very insure that it will work though, She just left that to chance. Although she was holding Durandal in her hand, She realized that and dropped it to the ground.

[Assistant]
Meanwhile, Humphrey had been packing. Things didn't get this bad very often. Rarely got much worse than the occasional scuffle outside. But every few years, the East Market would explode into riotous action with bounty hunters scouring the streets and all sorts of conflict. He had learned years ago to watch out for when this started up because he had several friends killed in previous flare-ups. Whenever he felt that the time had come again, he had gotten into a routine of simply closing up the pawn shop and leaving to visit his family. He regretted going back on his promise to give Akkina a place to stay, but she was one of the main causes of the flare-up this time, and he had no obligations to her—he hardly knew her. He comforted himself by thinking that she was a smart girl and a competent swordswoman. She could take care of herself.

He shooed out the remaining loiterers within the shop, locked up the front door, shut and locked the windows, and left through a back door that led directly into the city walls. It was dark and musty, unused for many years, but he lit a torch that stood just within, loaded up the cart he kept there with his luggage, turned left, and headed toward the East Gates so he could waste no time getting out of the City (because only the East Gates and North Gates leads directly out of the city—the rest of the gates lead into the city itself).