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Species: Halfling

Age: 57

Description: Regina is a bit tall for a halfling, a whole six inches taller than the average of 3 feet, with long, reddish brown hair and chocolatey brown eyes. She has a pale complexion and a few small wrinkles, preferring to stay in the shade, and a thin but curvy figure that is slowly catching up with her age.
Regina wears a thin layer of leather armor over her clothes with multiple daggers hidden on her and a pair of longtooth daggers on her hips. Regina carries no less than 20 throwing daggers, 10 normal daggers and a pair of longtooth daggers on her at any time.

Personality: Regina is the type of woman to flirt with some of the younger women though nothing too far as she doesn't want to be left again. She's easy to anger if you say the wrong thing. However, she does keep her anger under control while at work. She's no longer the happy-go-lucky woman she once was, instead taking everything carefully and not letting anyone close again.

Skills/Abilities: Regina has great aim with her throwing daggers and is proficient with her normal daggers to block and redirect, allowing her to use her longtooth daggers, with their little extra length, to attack. She can also pick locks, pick pockets, find and remove traps, track people, most any skill a thief would find very helpful.

Other than that, she is an excellent with her psionic powers, allowing her to do many things most people cannot.
-Combat Mind: Using this, she has a clear understanding of where her allies and enemies are.
-Telekinesis: She can levitate most objects though nothing bigger than a small human male for more than a couple minutes.
-Levitation: She can lift herself up to 12 feet from whatever she's standing on.
-Complete Healing: With a 12-hour meditation process, she can heal herself of all injuries, illnesses, poisons and the like.
-Quick Healing: With a matter of a few minutes and a lot of concentration, she can heal her small injuries, though nothing bigger than a small cut.
-Adrenaline Control: By controlling the production and release of adrenaline in her system, she can give herself a temporary physical boost on demand.
-Body Weaponry: Using this, she can turn her hands into dagger blades or go as far as her elbow for a shortsword blade.
-Displacement: She can control where people see her, whether or not she moves.
-Teleport: With this, she can teleport up to 200 feet away in the blink of an eye, with loud popping sounds emitting from both the place she teleports from and to.
-Telepathy: Using this, she is able to communicate wordlessly with another intelligent being without having to worry about language barriers.
-Daydream: She can cause another person's mind to wander, allowing her to pick their pockets and get away safely with a lower chance of getting caught.

Magic: She has no magic though some have commented her psionics are similar.

Backstory: Regina was raised in a big halfling city, well as big a city as the halflings would build, with her numerous siblings. The only way she could stand out in her family enough to be remembered was the fact that, at a young age, she could make apples fly to her hand. She had practically never spent any time at home once she was old enough and had gotten caught picking locks and grabbing an apple for a snack. She had eventually decided, after nearly having her hand chopped off for the thousandth time, to leave the city and find a better life. She soon was found by a thieves' guild that took her in and began training her. She spent the next 15 years in the guild, training as hard as she could to get faster and stronger though her strength didn't improve by much. They found out about her psionic skills rather quickly and, being only the second psionic in the guild, learned from an older man who taught her how to teleport, heal small wounds, levitate items other than apples, such as herself, and so on.

After her training was finished, she began traveling again, ending up in Waeldeshore. It was there she met a group that was going to be fighting a dragon. She decided to join them, supplying the team with a lot of jerky during their travel to the cave. They ended up stealing a magic artifact from a sleeping dragon, one of two in that particular cave and escaping rather quickly. Upon arriving back at the town, most of them decided to spend the night. Regina offered to share a room with one of the more beautiful, yet still a bit scary, women on the team. When she awoke, however, she saw her ally was gone. She had searched for days but the trail was cold and she couldn't follow what she couldn't find. Instead, she decided to go east.

She went far east, ending up in a land much different than what she was used to a year later. It was there she met another halfling woman, a bard who instantly captured her heart. She traveled with the bard, acting as her bodyguard for a decade and a half until she was injured badly. She was unconscious for days as she slowly healed herself from nearly dying but, when she awoke, the bard was gone. She asked around but nobody had seen the halfling bard around in days. She had been abandoned again.

With nothing else to do, she returned to the west. It took 4 years to travel back, as she had done other jobs along the way to distract her, but she eventually returned to Wealdeshore. With not much else to do, she became a guard for one of the local pubs. It's been 5 years since her return and, in that time, she's proven to be a great asset as well as a new resident for the foreseeable future.

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The subtle smile that played across the old warrior's scarred face curved her jowls; it was a knowing, thinking expression, the sort that well accompanied the information Lady Genevieve seemed to provide at last. She did not tense throughout the conversation, but quickly set her mind to work on comprehending what all was said, and more so, what it all meant. Many of the terms, the history more than anything, were vaguely familiar - something the massive lioness woman would need reflect upon in meditation and time - but this was progress all the same. It helped some, nonetheless, that the half blooded knight could at least seem to confirm that the two women were former allies turned enemies which bolstered some confidence, however small.

Crossing her thick arms before her mithral breastplate, the right visibly moving with more difficulty, the mercenary found the offer far more than she expected, but it was not far fetched. Someone with such affluence and apparent wealth certainly had those sort of funds available, not lacking the capacity in the slightest, but the entire offer seemed to be a desperate effort of incentive. Fortunately, the man across the table provided the slight, knowing nod the Huntress so desired; at least some of this odd collective understood what her intentions were - not to sign their lives away so quickly. However, as the savageness of her eyes seemed to wash over Diagorides in acknowledgement, it then quickly shift away to the halfling, distracted only for a moment.

The small woman struck a wall, a dull thud resulting as she then spun about, speaking with vivid frustration, "Isabeau is mine."

"She will not live." Regina Hills continued, quivering with anger while the man soon returned to his business and so did Sakaala's attention to the conversation itself. There would be time coming to contend with that.

Taking a deep breath and her keen ears following the words while she moved, she allowed the discussion to carry on without her direct influence; each large pawed foot spreading silently across the floor. Walking about the edge of the fine wood table, arms relaxing from their place across her broad chest, she proved to guide herself near the young knight that was Emil Erran. Her presence was intentional, as though to spur the young man to words one could reason, but certainly not so close as to be a menace. She genuinely wondered if he would so much as react or simply be uncomfortable by the sheer scale and danger posed by a monstrous being so close.

Coming to a quiet halt, her thick neck proved to cock her head slightly at an angle, still in thought to none but herself.

@Belwicket@IcePezz@Zero Hex@vietmyke@Jon Y

[Assistant]
So the traitor was Isabeau, it was as he thought, his reaction was one of acceptance of a fact rather than any stage of grief. He had his suspicions it was her but he was in denial. But now that he had been told from a reliable source his only reaction has a long sigh which he kept quiet.

Regina reaction was not so controlled for which Ionathan could not blame her for, he remembered the way Regina had acted around Isabeau.
Regina's rage reminded Ionathan how much he feared mages and the like, sure he had fought magic users in the war and had the scares to prove it but the fear had never gone away. Regina's punch made Ionathan's sallet to fall from the table which Ionathan managed to catch with a burst of speed that he surprised himself with. But when Regina turned to him he froze, bent over with his helmet in his hands.

"She will not live."

Ionathan nodded slowly in recognition of her rage and slowly put his sallet back on the table, trying not to make any noise. He noticed that Skaala was slowly creeping on Erran for which Ionathan felt a need to look out for and he did not want Skaala to interrogate the poor guy. He wanted to intercept but first he needed to respond to the offer.

"I will be the first to accept the offer my lady, except for the bounty, I'm not into blood money"
Walking to Erran he knelt down next to his chair and courteously bowed his head. "Sir Erran is it? It's an honour to meet you" Extending a hand to shake he gave a smile "What do you think about the offer?"

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Emil's jaw nearly dropped when the sage named her price. Fifty Thousand coins each? The amount of money she had just offered the group of them was... significant to say the least- more than enough to make even Edessa's king turn his head, not to mention the extra bounty she placed on each 'head' of a mage. Emil shuddered at that thought. The idea of tearing a head off of a corpse, and then carrying it around for extra money was bloody, to say the least.

Despite the quietness of her walk, Emil's peripherals were very well aware of the large beastkin walking around the table and his direction. Visibly stiffening as the beast approached him, his hands twitched, clenching for a moment on the table, before relaxing. As much as the beastkin Sakaala unnerved him, if she truly wanted him dead at the moment, Emil reasoned, there was little he could do about it- she was standing behind him, just out of arms reach, but close enough, and he was sat at the table with his sword unable to be drawn fast enough to outmaneuver a swipe from the beastkin's massive paws.

When Ionathan came to his rescue, to to speak, Emil relaxed, his shoulders dropping to a slight slump. "The honor is mine," Emil replied genuinely, in a quiet voice. "Truth be told, I think the offer almost too good, but perhaps I am not properly gauging the gravity of this task." He added, confiding in the older knight.

After a moment of hesitation, Emil too spoke up. "As will I, Lady Genevieve." he said, adding his pledge alongside Ionathan's.

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"The honor is mine," The youthful knight replied in calm, hushed tone, adding only, "Truth be told, I think the offer almost too good, but perhaps I am not properly gauging the gravity of this task."

His concerns were legitimate, and as the elder half beast listened along to his words further, she was pleased to know he had ultimately opted for the quest all the same, speaking aloud now rather than keeping to himself and his newfound compatriot. It was now that Sakaala's eyes, both sighted and sightless, looked to the man of mingled descents as he was kneeling still. For what he was, he had surprised her and this seemed to be in no short supply, either.

There needed to be more positive revelations.

Taking the left hand to her cheek, stroking the tawny hide that it was with her thick, powerful digits, she moved her attention onward - beyond Sir Erran and Sir Hepburnberg, past the lavish, ornate chair and table and to Lady Genevieve. It was as though she smiled, but the expression was more a smirk, that there was enough for her to work with - enough that the old ranger was confident that some good could be done - yet along the lines that she was at least amused. Not because the subject matter was humorous, but because one was bound by an emotional tie, two others by honor and station, and her?

Her doings were her own, but there was little doubt allowing anyone control over this relic, be it Lady Genevieve or these mages, was truly for the benefit of anyone. If she had to entrust their acquisition and protection to someone, veterans of Waeldeshore and seasoned mercenaries were not bad candidates.

"A tempting offer you make, Lady Genevieve." The beast woman's hand returned to her side as she stepped beside the two knightly men, "As I see it, you value greatly this relic personally, enough so to make a worthwhile sum the reward beyond just notoriety."

Her growled, stirring voice continued, "All I then ask is, if we were to procure it for you, what would you in fact do with it? Provided you have no ill intent or personal gains to be made, I see no further concern from myself."

Being careful to tread lightly with her words, she knew the only contracts to be made with such discussions was hollow. If Lady Genevieve wished to best these magi for the sole purposes of accomplishing what they as a whole set out to do, but for herself, there was little now the Huntress could do until such truths were made evident. She simply needed the other woman's word for peace of mind - events later were sure to play out as to who might be wrong or right. After all, this would not have been the first time the lioness had been responsible for aiding those whose words and intents were maligned.

@Belwicket@IcePezz@Zero Hex@vietmyke@Jon Y

[User] "That's a good question," Regina said, floating to the Lioness's side. "I don't doubt her motives myself but it would help settle the doubts of anyone else." She floated down with a frown as she looked around again. "I have a way that would settle everyone's doubts easily." she smiled. "All everyone has to do is let me in their minds." She made no attempt to penetrate anyone's mind though kept at the ready in case Genevieve agreed. "And it would prevent lies. I remember last time, a few of the group questioned your motive then and, at least, one of them, if I remember right, called you a liar. Then again, I did end up coming in halfway through the conversation." She smiled softly, trying to force the thoughts of Isabeau's betrayal to the back of her mind.


[System]
Age: 67, looks around 17-18 in human form
Gender: Male
Race: Gashadokuro
Appearance: Yorick is a rather plain-looking young man, with light brown hair and lighter brownish-orange eyes that are often closed or half closed. He has deep bags under his eyes, and always looks like he's sort of angry or ridiculously tired. He's not very tall, standing at around 5'5" and has a rather thin frame for someone his age. He looks quite frail in actuality, like if you poked him he'd fall apart. He wears two bracelets on his wrists, both made of wood and both having a tag hanging from the bottom of it. No matter where he goes, Yorick never takes off his checker patterned black and white scarf.

Personality: As one could judge by Yorick's terrible posture and horrid eyebags, he's a very tired individual. It seems like he can never really get enough sleep, and will often fall asleep during conversations, lectures, and other awkward periods of time. This isn't to say that he can't pay attention, when he is actually awake he's surprisingly attentive. He has a great memory for faces and voices and tends to not forget people that do him a favor or hinder him in some fashion. This leads to him holding grudges for a comedically long time.

There are ways to win back his good favor if you've slighted him, or to just grab his attention very quickly in general. And the best one? Food. Yorick loves food more than he does sleep and seems to have a void for a stomach. Anyone that offers him food immediately becomes one of his favorite people and he will seek to return the favor at some point in the future. He is, at times, comedically deadpan and often doesn't express energy in any way shape or form.

Abilities: Skeleton Physiology: Yorick is a Gashadokuro, and as such, has a form that is quite literally a giant hungry skeleton. To maintain a physical form, Yorick uses the bracelets on his wrists. But when both are removed he is able to show his true self. This self is massive and spews mist from the void in it's ribs, mouth, eyes, and pelvis.

Limb Summoning: While the bracelets that he wears limit him from taking his full form or allowing his form to accidentally slip from his body, he can still summon portions of his actual body to aid him in battle that seemingly form from the purple mist he spews in his full form. He can summon his rib cage which functions as a protective barrier around him and others close to him for protection. When his rib cage isn't active, he can also summon an arm at a time to help him do some damage from a reasonably long distance. Unfortunately, the limits on him do keep his limbs from being as durable as they normally would be, allowing them to be destroyed far easier. He also isn't good at maintaining them, due to the magic of the tags fighting against him. So his limbs and pieces often don't stay out for longer than a few minutes.

Ear Ringing: While this isn't a very strong ability, nor is it a very practical one, when Yorick wants to target someone in particular he stares at them and makes their ears ring. This doesn't work on most powered humans or youkai, and pretty much only works in a guaranteed fashion on regular old humans.

Bottomless Stomach: Yorick can eat a lot and still be hungry for more. And unfortunately, as he's begun to realize, the more he eats the more hungry he becomes. However, he's also not particularly picky and will eat a lot of things which most would consider repulsive. Of course, he has his limits, but he's far beyond the human sense of edibility. He can also store things in his stomach and regurgitate them, which he only particularly does with things he thinks are very important, because the sensation is, quote, "unpleasant", unquote.

Skills: Xylophone Player

Immaculate Memory: Yorick has a quite good memory, and can remember tons of tiny details. He also remembers things said to him as he's asleep.

Great Facial and Vocal Recognition

Regurgitation: Yorick can upchuck pretty much anything he swallows with ease, he just doesn't quite enjoy the feeling so he prefers to not do it.

Equipment: Scarf, bracelets, various food items, back-up tags.

Brief Backstory: It was rather apparent to Yorick's parents from his birth that he would require limiting to fully grasp the range of his power. Around the age of five he was bound with the help of an onmyouji in the Imaginary District with two arm bangles. After that, he was enrolled into a local school to help him build relationships and get used to functioning on a scehdule, even if it would cause him to be so tired.

As he grew older, he grew more and more accustomed to the limiters that he wore to the point where he could actually display his abilities. Upon finding this out, his father nudged him towards joining the Miura Youth Organization. Yorick didn't particularly agree with this, but quickly decided to join up after his father forcibly pushed him out of their home with a large skeletal finger.

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Akio Haritama

 The sun beat down on Akio Haritama as he made his way home from school, music blasting out of his earbuds and sweat forming on his forehead. Today was like any other, and he was looking forward to getting home and finishing The Republic, which was currently bouncing around his book bag as he jogged down the street. He took a deep breath in, and ran his arm against the top of his head, stopping any sweat from dripping down his face. This was typically Akio's favorite part of the day, as it gave him a chance to clear his mind and just turn off for a while.

 He was particularly caught off guard however, when the world around him began to darken and quickly turn pitch black, causing him to sharply exhale in shock, before his reality began to shine brighter than any light he'd ever seen. He closed and covered his eyes, wondering briefly, if he had suddenly died, perhaps from an aneurysm or some other horrible potentiality, and that if this was his brain's way of experiencing its own end. He felt the ground below him contort, as if it was turning inside out, before he began to plummet through the air.

 As quickly as it happened, it stopped, and he felt his body sitting on the pavement. He opened his eyes, and quickly saw that the world around him was back to its proper state, but something was off. The city around him felt like everything had shifted or changed in some unperceivable way. He rose to his feet, and rubbed his temples, "Did I just have a seizure?" He asked himself, trying to understand exactly what happened to him. He glanced around, and was shocked at what he saw further down the street.

 In front of him, the street quickly dipped off into a crater, rubble and debris littering the sidewalk and road. He coughed and staggered towards the destruction," Did a bomb go off? Is that what just happened?" He asked in horror as he saw buildings with large holes now blown through them, and at the epicenter of all of this, he perceived what somehow managed to become the strangest and most frightening thing he'd seen today.

 He saw a woman who he could only assume to be partaking in some unfathomable mixture of cosplay and domestic terrorism. He saw spiraling horns protruding from her head, and ears pointed like an elf's. She was dressed like an Oni from the fairytales he was read as a child, and as he neared her, he saw that her pupils were slits, and her irises blood red. He stood, around 10 feet away from her, and called out.

 "Um, excuse me, ma'am." He started, unsure of how safe this woman was, "D-did you cause this destruction? What the hell just happened?" He asked, his skin crawling with an indiscernible miasma of fear and intrigue. His heart was pounding, his body in an exasperated state from the combination of things that had just happened.

[Assistant]
~Shina~

"Um, excuse me, ma'am. D-did you cause this destruction? What the hell just happened?"

Just when she thought it was over and she was alone, someone else made their presence known. One of her ears twitched, head snapping to look at the speaker, mouth turned downwards into a scowl revealing her teeth. She hadn't initially sensed the...boys presence. Who was he, exactly? She had no idea, but in her current state all she could think of was that he was goddamn rude for talking to her in such a manner. That said, he wasn't so dumb as to rudely approach her, keeping his distance at a safe ten feet or so. Not entirely completely rude, then. Still, she didn't like his weak-ass attitude. It pissed her off, really. Anyone with some amount of courage wouldn't just stand ten feet away.

Her blood was already boiling from that disappointing fight. She wanted more. Craved more. This weak looking little thing in front of her wasn't helping. The thought about going somewhere and calming down for a bit, was completely gone. That said, she likely wasn't going to be getting her fight out of this kid. He looked weak. Incredibly so, and he probably wouldn't be any fun to brawl with. Not to mention, he was afraid.

He was nothing but a wimp. She had enough of those for today, and she really wanted to see someone smashed beneath her mace.

"I dunno who you are kiddo," Her mouth suddenly turned upwards into an eager grin, eyes locking onto the boy as her Kanabo was hefted onto her shoulders. "But that dumb wimpy face of yours is pissin' me off." She picked up one of the unconscious bodies near her feet...and tossed it towards Akio. The body slammed into the ground in front of him, rolling to a halt before his feet. "I've beat up my fair share of weaklings today, and I really don't feel like holdin' back any more so I hope you're not with these guys...or you're gettin' sent back in pieces."

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Akio Haritama
 Akio flinched back as the woman swung a massive piece of iron over her shoulders, and yelped as the body was thrown towards him. He gave a heavy swallow, and knelt down, checking the body's pulse, and to his relief finding the man to be very much alive. He then froze as he saw that his ears and horns were actually a part of his head. He took a step back and looked back up at her as she said, "I've beat up my fair share of weaklings today, and I really don't feel like holdin' back any more so I hope you're not with these guys...or you're gettin' sent back in pieces.".

 His heart skipped a beat and he looked between her and the body, "No, no Ma'am!" He said, finding it best to stay respectful, "I've never even seen anyone like this before!" He said, his tone bordering on frantic, as he launched into expositing himself." I must've blacked out from the heat, and then I woke up and the street was like this, and you were here." He said, rubbing his hands together nervously.

 He looked at her in fear, his skin crawling as he began to internalize that these things were real monsters. He felt weak, powerless, and lost as the foundations he'd built for his understanding of the world seemed to topple in the face of this creature. Fiction and reality intermingled in ways he never previously considered possible. If monsters existed, what else could?

 His mouth was dry, at a total loss for words at the situation. He considered it unlikely that he'd be able to outrun a monster like this, given by how easily she seemed to trounce on the several bodies that laid at her feet. The only thing he could think to do was bow at her, and try to save himself through a search for pity. "I'm sorry if I've upset you! I'm just so thrown off by this entire situation." He trembled out. "My name is Akio Haritama, Please don't eat me." He added, obviously showing the epitome of tact.

[Assistant]
Saying that Yorick had a long day would be somewhat the overstatement from his perspective. He was woken up rather forcibly by his father quite early on in the morning because he knew that if his son had something to do, letting him get up at a normal hour wasn't going to be enough time allotted for him to do so. And so, groaning, Yorick managed to get himself dressed and shuffle out of the door.

After stopping at least three different spots to sit down and snack, Yorick remembered that there was a meeting today that he'd need to attend. Between his brief nods off he decided that it would be a good idea to head to the building and settle down there. He'd been late to several meetings previously and knew that it wouldn't look good if he showed up late again after having woken up so early. And so, following that line of logic, Yorick ended up asleep underneath a table in the meeting room. With a messenger bag stuffed with snacks, no less.

Even after the Organization's leader had entered, he had taken no notice and was still steadily asleep underneath the piece of furniture. It was only as the others began to show up and make a ruckus as they did that Yorick even began to stir. Immediately realizing that the voices were that of his coworkers, he shot up in attempts to signal that he was, in fact, there. ...while...still underneath the table. Yorick paid for the lack of attention he paid to his surroundings. He headbutted the table above him with a loud thud, taking the table off the ground for a few seconds before he reared back and put his hands on his forehead.

"Ow. I-i'm here. I wasn't asleep, I swear."


[System]
Title: Burning Heart
Age: 16
Nationality: Japanese
Bio:
Suzuya was a girl who just wanted to start a school book club in her hometown of Miso when everything changed for. Staring down at a sheet of signatures, it's lack of any such names due entirely to her failure to ask anyone, she missed the bus that would not have just taken her home, but altered the entire course of her life.

She was pulled from her fugue of self recrimination by a plea for help. An eerie, enchanting nose that evoked concern in her, pulling her from the bus stop as though she could make up for her social failings with a single act of compassion for her fellow man. Following the persistent cries lead her to an alley, where rather then a woman in distress she found a hyena like Pageless, braying with laughter amidst the cries of young girls, their voices mimiced by a beastial maw that reared back in an unkind smile. Terror crushed her in a vicegrip as the Pageless proved but one of many, claws raking across brickwork as they crawled down walls from rooftops and rose as though pulled from the shadows for the prospect of prey.

Her story would have ended like countless others had there not been a savior pursuing the monsters, one that Suzuya never learned the name of. A hand clenched around her shoulder and hurled her away against the flank of a horse black as the night with a mane made of roaring flame. A Magical Girl clad in the heavy armor of a Samurai barred the way between her and the horde of Pageless, Suzuya glimpsing a face that was serene even as she struck her steed's flank and sent it galloping away with Suzuya curling herself upon it, abject horror and shock leaving her clinging like a lamprey even as it's fierce gallop shook her with every bound.

The waning light of day had given way to night when the horse stopped, a mournful noise issuing forth before it flickered away like paper caught alight, dropping it's burden and a Grimoire to the careworn streets of Miso's outskirts. Suzuya took up this book, feeling the Grimoire connect to her, an understanding passing between them that this was the Samurai's, and now it was hers.

A fire had been reported in Miso City that night, devouring abandoned tenements with not a soul in sight, but Suzuya knew better. She was still clutching the Grimoire to her chest when the first Magical Girls came to her home days later, telling her of the Grand Ministry and passing along to her parents the news she'd been selected for a foreign exchange student program that would offer her prestigious accolades on her student records.

Suzuya packed her bags quietly, her life in freefall and changing faster then she had ever feared or dared to hope, and into the center of her Grimoire she left the folded form of a book club that hadn't been, a book mark in a literal sense. The tome was a weight on her chest, the burden of expectation she had shied away from once already. Her hands cradled the spine even as she ached to set it down, but she wouldn't let herself turn from this responsibility.

She would carry this weight, and each day, little by little, the fire it stoked would remain outside her transformation. Or so she hoped.

Heiki monogatari - Tale of Tomoe Gozen
Classification: Fable
Description: The Onna Musha, Warrior Woman, Tomoe Gozen was a devoted wife to her husband Yoshinori. So much so, rather then stay behind to defend their home, she fought beside him on the battlefield. A real life figure mixed with legend, rumors who have made her origin and ending fluid to the reader's preferences.

What is held in certainty was that she was an exceptional warrior, master of the bow and the traditional woman's weapon of the Naginata, yet was said to favor the katana traditionally only allowed to samurai. She had the strength and skill matching a thousand men, and led an army just as large into battle alongside her husband. Her stories end comes with that of her husband's, as his successes mixed with incompetent leadership, resulting in his own family turning upon him out of jealousy.

Their armies slaughtered till Tomoe Gozen stood amidst a party of six, they were faced with a vast host and her husband ordered she retreat. Whether it was an act of love or a desire not to be shamed dying besides a woman is up to interpretation, but she refuses and charges the armies.

A heart that burns with life, that primal spirit that buoys all to greatness.
With blade in hand she sang her story into the page's of fable and history, she cleaved the heads of her foes even as her husband lost his own.
Monkhood. Revenge. A tapestry of conclusions woven by countless lines of ink on paper.
And a head unbowed, always.

Abilites:
Onna Musha- Though not Samurai themselves, a woman of Japan was expected to defend themselves and their homes. Tomoe Gozen went a step beyond by taking to the field, and bore the burden of carrying added arms upon her person. This takes the form of Suzuya drawing weapons from her tails, the traditional tools of the era settling easy in her hands with skill of the original Tomoe Gozen flowing through her.

Strength of Heart- Suzuya is a shy, uncertain girl, but upon transforming she is suffused with a confidence entirely unknown to her. It makes her brave beyond measure, pushing forward to cut down her enemies and stand against the injustices of the world.

Honor Through Head Taking- The old belief that the head must be washed and honored for a soul to pass peacefully into the afterlife. By cleaving the heads of Pageless, Suzuya's heart beats faster, till her body is wreathed in the fires of her passion. A temporary but stacking increase in power embodying Tomoe Gozen's fearlessness in open warfare against overwhelming odds.

Peerless Horsemaster- UNAVAILABLE. Tomoe Gozen's greatest feats were accomplished on horse back, capable of guiding a steed over the harshest terrain and slay enemies at full gallop without sacrificing any of her dexterity. The grimoire summons a steed worthy of her legend, but Suzuya is unable to mount the horse till it accepts her holding the grimoire.

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--The Verdict--

@Ponn @Villamvihar

Though the verdict request was quite rhetorical, Lumiere wasn't surprised by the blonde's answer, in fact, she expected it, she was Ethereal Rose after all. The seraph didn't reply directly though, for the Pageless already did more than enough to show just how feasible it was to engage diplomacy with these creatures. Aye, try talking to something that was both non-sapient and actively malicious, it'd go as well as attempting to pet a rabid fox. Also as expected, Lady of the Lake and Captain Goodhope's reactions were more inline to what was proper, through these things might seem obvious, one must also remember that these girls were quite new compared to herself, inarguably so for Nessie, this being only her third day since a grimoire came to her. Again, the Pageless unwittingly answered the redhead's question. Truly, there was only one way to deal with dangerous pests, extermination.

Lumiere took a step float back to let her students deal with the trapped Pageless as according to their verdicts. The Witch of Loch Ness commanded the aquatic aspect of the storm to form a veritable spear of water as it was flung into the clawed reaper's chest. At the same time, the Captain of the Flying Dutchman seemed to awaken... something within her core. Lumiere's veil and dress fluttered in the chaotic winds and if the angel could feel the blossoming radiance of hope from the twintailed blonde, she didn't show it, content to just stay in the background. And then in happened, a burst of thunderous power as Goodhope commanded the ionic aspect of the hurricane to summon multiple bolts of lightning.

Fortunately for Lumiere, being blinded by light was never an issue, for the Light of God could never be outshone.

Between the aqua lance and hail of lightning, the already-wounded Pageless was turned inside-out, utterly destroyed down to the last atom. Another foe of mankind put down, as it should.

The seraph returned her obelisks to form into wings behind her back after, feeling the foreboding atmosphere clearing up following the alpha pageless's demise. "Excellent work, girls, you have done well." She gave an appreciate nod at each of them, Ethereal Rose & Xolys, Captain Goodhope, and Lady of the Lake, all received one, "We complement each other's abilities and as mankind have shown us throughout our history, camaraderie is the greatest tool that we have, against any and all odds, remember that you're never alone."

She paused for a moment to let her words sink in before turning her gaze to another part of her English metropolis, "Speaking of which, let's see if our comrades need assistance." before accelerating toward the other patrol squad's location, expecting her own squad to follow suit.

[Assistant]
@Villamvihar@Sonnambula

In apparent response to Olivia's musings, the captive Pageless lunged in her direction, the resulting glow as it struck Lumiere's radiant barrier allowing the blonde beauty to catch a glimpse of the twisted visage beneath the creature's tattered cloak. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, more fascinated than frightened. "Are you actually a zombie?" she inquired as she studied what little of the creature's corpse-like features she could perceive. Unfortunately for the overly inquisitive maiden, her companions were far less interested in the idea of a possible Q&A session with what was obviously a being of pure hate and malice. Not wasting any time, the impetuous Lady of the Lake conjured a massive spear out of the surrounding rain water and drove it into the heart of the captive Pageless. Olivia was slightly taken aback by the suddenness of the attack, but that was nothing compared to her shock at what happened next…

With a surprised gasp, Olivia's grip on Xolys tightened as a mighty gust of wind tore through the group, blowing her azure gown and golden tresses behind her. However, this was not the work of the still-contained Pageless, but rather one of their own number. They could all feel it, a swirling vortex of arcane power, centered on Captain Goodhope. Being closest to her, Olivia was able to hear the maritime maiden, who had until now remained silent, her eyes closed in prayer, give voice to a soft whisper. An instant later, the girl's Grimoire manifested in midair before her, its gilded cover shining like the beacon of a lighthouse. Taking hold of it, Wilhelmina employed the tome's noticeably heightened powers to conjure what was essentially a miniature hurricane, which, combined with Nessie's aqua spear, rapidly tore the captive Pageless to shreds.

"Goodness me!" Olivia exclaimed. "That was amazing Helmi!" she told her friend excitedly. "And so very intense!"

Lumiere proceeded to commend the team on their performance, after which Olivia gave the angelic girl a brilliant smile. "Thank you very much!" she told her team leader. "And I don't think I'll ever forget that," she added, gazing up at her eldritch consort. "Not with darling Xolys at my side!" At Lumiere's suggestion that they check up on Camelot's team, the otherworldly beast in question pivoted to fly after the silver-haired seraph, paying careful attention to ensure that his two passengers were safely secured. "I wonder if they encountered a Pageless as well…" Olivia mused aloud. If so, she was very curious to learn what it looked like, although whatever it was, she had no doubt that it wouldn't pose any threat to a team led by so strong and experienced a Magical Girl as Camelot.

[User]
What followed after the team's run-in with Moonlight Tsubasa was less a patrol and more a tense walkabout the city. If any of them had the presence to truly be keeping an eye out for Pageless they didn't find anything, but it was more likely attention would be turned inwards, at least for Suzuya. At least the rainy weather was a familiar comfort, the soft crackle of rain evaporating against her bushy tails forming a steady background noise she savored.

Even with the awkwardness of the other team flying by to check in on them. And for all her frustration and discomfort, Suzuya didn't say a word of it. Slipping into the role of the shy foreighner was easy when it served a purpose, and it let her reach the academy without any further attempts at provocation. And Suzuya was quite aware she'd tried to provoke a response at the stupidest time, nearly re-igniting the conflict they'd barely averted with her slap to Camelot.

Pride was not something Suzuya was used to holding in high regard, but her Grimoire was not something she felt she could stand to be insulted on top of everything else. She was no King Arthur and she was hardly to ever be known outside her home country, but it wasn't some great hero that had saved Suzuya from her first brush with the Pageless. It was the story of a warrior wife who lived for love, only to suffer as her supposed allies betrayed her and placed insurmountable odds before her that claimed the life of her heart's dearest.

Suzuya blinked, a moment of realization dawning upon her and snapping her from her thoughts to notice steam no longer wafted from her cup of green tea. Sitting beneath an umbrella-covered table in Merrywell's courtyard, her magic keeping her dry and cozy as she looked out over the grounds. She found herself waiting for her room mate, the elegant Alter with her terrifying paramour that Suzuya found a newfound desire to connect with.

Her likely deepseeded trust issues aside, she found the hypocrisy of judging Camelot while following her mistakes simply impossible to swallow. Even if it proved...difficult, she was going to get to know her roommate.


[System]
Theme:
For Ironic Reasons

Gender:
Female

Species:
Goblin

Appearance:

Goals:
Survive

Past Life:
Orchid's life was simple. She was just an everyday girl born and raised in a rural countryside in North Carolina. Her family were farmers; they raised cattle and grew corn to sell both locally and to various food industries. It was a family business and as the eldest child, Orchid often had to do all the chores herself if her parents weren't doing it. Feeding cattle, harvesting crops, taking care of her siblings. All while balancing an education and a social life. Sufficient to say she had to make some sacrifices.

She grew big and strong, stronger than most boys and even her own father (Though it didn't help that he was growing old). She could carry a small cow, push a truck out of the mud, and haul hundred pound bags of cornmeal in a ten mile walk. She never really took care of her appearance beyond some acne problems, and physically she was healthy, but her burly muscles and general demeanor did not earn her many friends. Girls insulted her for her manly physique and guys were either intimidated or just disgusted by her lack of femininity. Orchid learned not to care; she was doing more for her family now than those kids could with their entire adult careers. Always the dutiful daughter, she did everything for her family. Even sacrificed herself for them.

It was a cold winter morning. Though it was snowing heavily, school was not out due to important tests the students had to take. Orchid was waiting at her bus stop with her two siblings who were also going to school. It was cold, but they had made sure to dress warmly. But this also meant they were sluggish and a bit slow. As they were waiting for the school bus Orchid heard it coming. But something was wrong. The bus wasn't stopping. It started to slide and in the fraction of a second she knew what was going to happen. Her school bus was going to swerve and possibly hit them. She could jump out of the way but her little siblings couldn't they would be too slow. So as the adrenaline pumped through her body she picked them both up and threw them to safety. This left her no time to save herself as the bus crashed into her. Her last memories was looking up to the sky and noting how warm the snow was.

Abilities:
Light Equipment - The use of small tools, and lighter forms of armor, weaponry, and other items. Skill granted by birth as a Goblin.

Pacify Animal I (1.0) - You remember how to handle animals and read their body language. Through your own actions, you have a higher chance than normal of getting a hostile beast to calm down and become neutral towards you.

Stronger I (1.4) - Hauling bundles of hay and sacks of grain isn't all about size and muscle, though that certainly helps. Leverage is also a large part of strength, and you remember that. Your raw strength is increased by a minor amount.

Crafting III (3.0) - You can now craft more complex objects with a single moving part (like a flail or a wheel) more easily. Stamina usage from crafting decreased. Sub-stat Enhancements of items crafted from this point on are increased, but items previously made are still the same.

Material Analysis I (1.15) - You have developed an eye for determining the qualities of inorganic or non-living objects. At this level, you will only be able to gain surface information about an object. When used in conjunction with a crafting skill, it may help discover more compatible items.

Monster Analysis I (1.0) - Flat teeth indicate herbivore, binocular vision implies a predator or gatherer. Allows you to analyze animals and monsters, even those you've never seen before. At this rank you'll only learn basic information

Smash I (1.0) - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage!

Transformations:
Goblin

Inventory:

Raw Dire Rat Hide (Equipped)
Loincloth (Equipped)
Sharp Stone (Equipped)
Rawhide Bag (7/12) (Equipped)
* Hard Stones x2
* Goblin Bones x2
* Herbs x3

[User]
Thankfully whatever that chemical was that caught fire wasn't strong. It was doused quickly enough by the dirt and Asura's own liquid body. Mother Slime looked a bit singed, but she'd recover soon enough with some sleep. She let out a sigh, which sounded like someone poking into silly putty, she'd never get the full english language...

The System chimed in and let Asura know he leveled up again. Ardur seemed to say what he wanted his points in, Asura was a bit more private than that. Two points into Overwork, one point into Mental Resistance, two points into Stronger. He thought, using only half of the points he had for the moment. "System, Analyze Unusable Skill Slime Shell." He said aloud, he was going to see if the damn thing would explain exactly what certain Skills were. He could figure out things if he had some sort of description.

Ardur began messing with the Beetles body, seemingly divvying out the food it'd provide. While he was doing that Asura slithered into the Flak Beetles 'nest' and began to tunnel. He absorbed rocks into himself to act as teeth to tunnel more effectively. He pulled the loose dirt into himself, filling his 'inventory' before going out and discharging the dirt around the opening to make the hole more difficult to see. Ardur soon joined in in the digging though.

" Relax and Meditate, if you can, see if you can get rid of your Mana Burn. Even if my Stamina runs out I have more health to work with. Maybe forcing everything to get so low will make my 'pool' bigger." He said before going back in to dig out the 'Nest' further. Widening the 'room' but using what he could to reinforce the sides and top. It was only dirt after all and it could collapse. "If your spider friend could uh...spread some webbing on the 'ceiling, that'd be nice though. To make a catch net just in case it decides it wants to cave in." He called out. He remembered that spider silk had a stupidly high tensile strength for what it was and Steve was massive compared to human world spiders.

[Assistant]
Ardur The Mighty Hipixie  Woo points > Time for a break /// Adventuring day 4 // Evening / Location - Edge of the forest > Small burrow

Ardur paused for a moment and looked at his slime friend while he just sat in the dirt. The slime had a point he was more useful when he had the ability to use magic, hell he could not even fly without mana. Taking his friend's advice Ardur found a nice spot near the wall and tried to stay the furthest he could from where he was tunneling. "Yeah that's a good idea. Oh and by the way the spiders name is Steve and she is level 3 now."

Looking back to the spider while he began to get comfortable, "Steve, go ahead and do what Asura said. Your webbing will hopefully keep the dirt on the ceiling stable at least for the night." Finding a comfortable position and closing his eyes the high pixie began to breathe in slowly through his nose and out through his mouth concentrating on his breathing, while trying to activate Meditation I. He was having some issues with slowing his mind and just focusing on the movements of his body. To help him with this, he began to sing.

"Another day in this carnival of souls, another nights ends end as quickly as it goes, the memories of shadows ink on the page, and I can't seem to find my way home." He began to hum the rest of the song before being able to simply focus on his breathing and then opening his mind up to the sounds around him. Never focusing on simply one sound just listening to everything while trying to feel the ambient mana in the world around him. He would continue to do this, trying to absorb the mana around him with his new skill.

Level: 6
Steve Level: 3

Health: 100%
Mana: 00%
Stamina: 50%

Buffs:

Debuffs: Mana Burn,

Inventory:

Clothes: N/A

Weapons: N/A

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself.

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming I, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting I, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I,

Kills for current level:

Other:

[User]
Perhaps out of surprising teamwork, or maybe it was just because her goblins are slightly more competent than they used to be, while Orchid was able to cause the badger to hesitate the other goblins managed to get a few good hits in. A stone struck the badger in the head, dizzying it for just a moment before it charged at Bigs and Wejs. Sure Wejs was just about as scared as Bigs, but he stood his ground. That was better than how they'd usually react. Only Crispy somewhat made things more difficult by throwing a fireball at the badger when it was close to the two knobs, catching them in the crossfire. Orchid quickly turned towards the others who were either cowering or staying out of the way. "Oi you lot! Go help Bigs and Wejs put themselves out! Throw some dirt on em!" Sure Bigs and Wejs would probably be okay, but the faster they recovered means the faster they get to fight.

As Orchid shouted her orders Clod had came at the badger and hacked at it with his stone sword. Despite expectations it held up fairly well and did some considerable damage to the beast, causing it to stagger forward like some lumbering creature. A few days ago such a creature would have made Orchid flee; she was lucky that day that she had a shield that could defend herself from such a monster. But today she was a different goblin. More powerful. More vicious. She was the chief. And she would not run or let this badger escape her a second time. She took a deep breath as the badger winded up it's claw to slash her.

"Haaaah... THIS HAND OF MINE GLOWS WITH AN AWESOME POWEEEEEEEEEEER!!!" Dropping the torch betwen herself and the badger Orchid gripped her sharp club with both hands to deflect the Badger's claw. She was trying to go for a cut, but she simply needed to hold it in place so that it could not retract and dodge back, the stone teeth digging into it's fur and plates. As she roared, her hand indeed did seem to glow red, the sparks of flame appearing around her gauntlet hand. "ITS BURNING GRIP TELLS ME TO DEFEAT YOU!!!" Holding the Badger's claw up to expose it's face, she let one hand free as she SMASHED her fist into the badger, at the same time shooting a fireball as well. What should happen, at least as Orchid imagined it, was a classic flaming punch right into the badger's mouth. She intended to catch it while it was roaring, not caring if it's teeth dug into her rope gauntlet or if she shattered any useful teeth in the process. This beast was going to be her next meal.

Health: Full
Stamina: Full
Magicka: Full

Inventory -
Hex Fur Shirt (Good) (Equipped)
Raw Dire Rat Hide (Equipped)
Loincloth (Equipped)
Sharp Stone Club (Well-Made) (Equipped)
Vine Bracer (Above Average) (Equipped)
Torch (Good) (Stored)
Rawhide Bag (1/12) (Equipped)
* Antidote Fern
* Bloody Garrote

Current Skills:
Use Light Equipment (--)
Pacify Animal I (1.1)
Stronger I (2.0)
Crafting V (5.0) (Maxed)
Material Analysis II (2.05)
Monster Analysis I (1.25)
Smash I (1.5)
Faster I (1.0)
Fireball I (1.0)
Charisma I (1.6)
Taboo I (0.1)
Hellish Fiend's Protection (Petty)

<UNUSABLE>

Demon Affinity (0.666)
Muffle (0.8)
Deception (0.7)
Charm (0.3)
Alert (0.3)
Stone Shot (0.4)
Throw Item (0.4)
Slash (0.8)
Warcry (0.5)
Pierce Resistance (0.7)
Blunt Resistance (0.3)
Slash Resistance (0.1)
Blood Drain (0.35)
Skewer (0.4)
Mental Resistance (0.4)
Mana Orb (0.2)
Focus (0.2)
Magic Analysis (0.2)
Overwork (0.3)
Intercept (0.3)
Defender (0.7)
Rabid Fit (0.5)
First Aid (0.1)
Intimidate (0.5)
Counter (0.4)
Shield Slam (0.6)
Poison Resistance (0.1)
Fire Resistance (0.6)
Dust Blow (0.1)
Magic Resistance (0.2)


[System]
Nickname: None
Age: Hard to judge, vaguely appears to be in his twenties, but is undoubtedly older than that.
Gender: Male
Species: Daemon
Abnormality: Daymienne is a little different from other Daemons based on his personal beliefs and outlook. While a lot of daemons might be comitted to spreading destruction and chaos, Daymienne feels the compulsion to do so to a much lesser extent. He also feels more comfortable around humans than those of his own kind. Meeting other Daemons (or any sort of hellish creature) tends to put him on edge. Lastly, he's looked at as a bit of an oddity for falling in love with an angel, which most abyssal creatures have historically hated.
Other:

Room #: 11

Abilities:
* Enchanced Speed: Pretty self explanatory, but basically Daymienne can run faster than the average human can. However, he is about as fast as an Olympic runner would be, on average. He could push himself to be faster than that, but it is quite tiring for him.
* Super Jumping: Can jump very high. He can jump 2' straight into the air, and jump 5' going across. Can double or triple his jumping distance with a running start.
* Night Vision: Can't see in complete darkness, but can see clearly in places dimly illuminated, such as by moonlight or a candle.
* Acute Hearing and Taste: Hears things about 2x times better than a human can, and has discriminatory taste, an example would be naming out all the individual ingredients in a pie or being able to taste trace amounts of poisoning in a substance.
* Heat Detection: He has 'false eyes' underneath his real ones which aid him in tracking down humans when necessary. However, they are very vague and cannot pinpoint direct locations of people.

Also I can't choose a favorite food, but I really like Indian food. Any and all of it

[User]
Joey was standing in front of the building, taking a good look at it before heading inside to find his room. It didn't take him long since he was in room 1. He entered the room once he found it. He chose the other side of the room. His dog, Ash was sitting next to the window, watching him as he sat on the bed.

---

Price walked inside the building and went down the corridor of bedrooms. He stopped at room 20 and went inside. After choosing his side of the room, he sat on the bed and placed his guitar beside him.

[Assistant]
The alarm clock was well past noon. Or, well, probably anyways. If it was even set correctly in the first place. Though he was only halfway on the bed, Daymienne was soundly passed out. He twitched a little in his sleep and muttered something. It wasn't until the sunlight from the window became an intense glare on his face that he finally opened his eyes. The daemon continued to lay there for several moments, remaining motionless. He debated back and forth about whether he should go back to sleep or if he wanted to get up. He raised his head and looked over at the other shape in the bed,

"Hey, Kludd, is today the first day or was that yesterday? Maybe it was tomorrow. Actually, I don't even know," He stretched and scooted over closer to his boyfriend.

[User]
Kludd had been awake, but just barely. He'd been up for a while, but having to climb over Daymienne to get up sounded like too much work, so he'd just been laying there, still half asleep. Suddenly the mostly lifeless form beside him decided to stir, and Daymienne asked him a question that he absolutely could not figure out the meaning of.

"...What?" Was the only thing he could manage as a response. He rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm and a wing around Daymienne.

[Assistant]
Kassandra stepped into the school with nothing but a jug of water and a few sets of clothes. She weaved around other people as she tried to follow the map she was sent. "Let's see. 13.... 14... 15, aha." She unlocked her door with the old-looking key, and stepped inside. One side of the room looked like a normal bedroom. The other side had a pool set into the floor, and she could smell the clean saltwater.

"How nice for someone to think of me." She set down her things, debated going for a brief rest but thought against it. Then she locked up her room and went to wander the grounds.

[User] Phazer walks inside the mansion, and begins looking for the desk to get a key.

[Assistant] Daymienne rolled his eyes, "I was asking if today was the first day for the new kids at the mansion," he smiled as he noticed Kludd had wrapped his wing around him, "but you obviously don't care about the new kids, judging how you didn't realize they were coming."


[System]
Race: Human and Tulak (Though he's almost indistinguishable from a normal human)

Age: 24

Gender: male

Appearance:

Standing at a height of 5' 11" Felix is pretty unimposing. He doesn't look terribly muscular, but that's the cost of being mostly cybernetic.

Equipment:

6 Flashbang grenades

3 Frag grenades

Rail Amp'd Hand Cannon- Felix's weapon of choice, only has three shots to the magazine. He generally carries eight mags on his person. Generally requires cybernetic limbs or at least specially designed braces to keep the user from snapping their wrist firing it.

Attunement/enhancements: Felix is about 50% prosthetic after his very close encounter with death. His arms, legs and eyes have been completely replaced with top of the line cybernetics. Unfortunately the human brain isn't meant to run this much equipment, so a standard VI was installed to help him regulate the functions of each and increase his overall effectiveness. His eyes, despite looking almost completely normal are also prosthetic.

ProstheTech MK III artificial limbs- Between titanium alloys and carbon fiber joints, these limbs are pretty difficult to damage. The powerful mechanisms allow these limbs to exert more strength than their standard human counterparts while still looking the same using synthetic skin. Most people would be almost completely unable to distinguish the two unless they were damaged.

ProstheTech MK II artificial eyes- Using enhanced cameras these devices simulate eyesight in those that either lost their own or never had it. This allows the user to bring up Heads Up Displays and other nifty functions through the neural interface.

Virtus VI- More of a utility VI than anything else, the Virtus helps Felix keep all of his cybernetics running. It also allows him to run basic scans within a small (5 meter) radius. It only recognizes basic commands he gives it, but he still treats it like an AI with a mind of its own.

Unique Abilities :

Proximity scan: Felix's VI is able to scan nearby technology and to a lesser extent organic materials. As a combat-engineer however, his interest is purely in the tech.

Overclock: Felix can overclock his cybernetic enhancements to dangerous levels in serious situations strengthening his limbs and allowing him to react faster. Like a computer, this produces a dangerous amount of heat and is only used in very specific situations.

Personality: Felix has seen, no, experienced some things that no living being should. Being dismembered and tortured left deep mental scars that not even a psych expert can begin to decrypt. Other than that, he is a fairly charismatic individual that is surprisingly softhearted outside of combat. Due to his own circumstances, he fully believes that at least some of the prisoners weren't horrible enough to be sent on the Alcatraz.

Bio:

Felix was born to a Tulak mother and Human father, a union that was slightly unorthodox at the time. While the two races were fairly friendly towards one another, it was still taboo for Tulak to mate with outsiders. Because of this, Felix was raised on a human colony with his mother disguising her horns to fit in. It wasn't until he was fourteen that he joined the colony's militia. A band of raiders had been harassing the settlement and forcing them to give up their already meager rations.

Of course, the militia's job was to prevent this...but the leaders decided against it due to the sheer number of raiders and the obvious result. Felix decided that it couldn't continue. What was the point of having a militia if it didn't protect anything? Why train citizens to wield weapons and then tell them they can't use them to fight back? Being the stupid kid he was, Felix sneaked to the raider camp in an attempt to deal with them once and for all. With the belief that he was saving his family and home, he took the shot that killed the raider leader.

In an obvious turn of events, this didn't work out. His position was quickly found and he was tortured to a state that would make death seem like a mercy. His arms and legs ruthlessly ripped off and the sockets healed to prevent him from dying. The raider life wielder used their magic to keep him conscious the whole time as even his eyes were plucked from his head, leaving him a wailing torso and head that couldn't see anything as the raiders burned the colony to the ground. All he could do was scream as he heard everything he had set out to save being destroyed. Eventually his screaming turned to sobs as he heard the carnage around him. In the aftermath, the colony was essentially erased from the surface of the planet and Felix was left to die in the ruins.

In perhaps a final act of defiance, Felix stayed alive for days until the shuttle that normally left supplies for the colony arrived. They picked up what was left of him and brought him back to earth to recover. The therapy, the prosthetic limbs, everything. It was all paid for by the reward for killing the raider leader. Apparently his bounty was in the millions, and the group that he had led slowly dispersed after his death. That was the closest thing to a victory Felix could claim for his actions, though the mountain of corpses that had resulted shadowed over it.

It was an obvious choice to join the UN's military after that, fighting the bad guys and all that. Of course, that was also complicated when his bloodwork revealed his ancestry. Being half Tulak made Felix a potential diplomatic tool with the anti-human groups that constantly lobbying for war between the Tulak and Human races.

It was on what was supposed to be a simple escort mission that everything fell apart once more. In a final effort to appeal to the leader of Tulak nationalist group, Felix's helmet was removed and the small nubs on his head were revealed. Though, instead of the intended effect of bridging the hostilities between the two groups, this enraged the man and led to a massacre on both sides that Felix was "lucky" to have survived. The diplomatic disaster that ensued after this was pegged on him as he was the sole survivor of the humans that had been present. Tulak citizens cried for his death, humans tried to defend him, the governments played tug of war as they do. The final result was him being stationed on board the Alcatraz as a guard and engineer. The fact that this compromise was acceptable to both governments was more frightening than comforting.

[User]
~Mienieve~

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The men went down easily. A single shot to their heads - a perfect execution. Her training easily showing. Of course, a few extra shots. Double-tapping was just standard and safe practice. She walked over to where they fell, checking the dead bodies to discover who exactly they were - prisoners or guards. She'd need a good cover story in case someone got curious. Before she could get a good look though - there was the sound of footsteps behind her. Someone she had missed? Before she could turn there was the sound of crackling fire, and a yell of pain and the sound of something fleshy going splattering.

Immediately she turned, pointing her gun at whoever it was behind her, a little surprised to find a prisoner who was giving her a nervous 'hello'. Mieneve narrowed her eyes at her for a few moments. She seemed familiar...but she brushed that aside. Nothing to worry about now. Probably just a face she saw in the prison occasionally. That said - she seemed friendly enough. Perhaps someone she could manipulate, just a tiny bit.

"Aha...jeez, sneaking up on someone is generally a bad idea." She chuckled lightly, lowering her gun she gave the Tulak girl a friendly smile. "Uh, thanks for having my back? I must be getting rusty, having been regulated to being a desk jockey..." She shook her head. "Weeelll, since you saved by cute butt then I guess I can trust you for now. Save introductions for later? We should find someplace safe to hole up and decide what to do next." She looked over to the smoldering wreckage of the ship. "...that place is going to be a graveyard soon."

[Assistant]
~Lyra Anderly~

Lyra was relieved that the woman decided not to kill her. Still there was a quiet voice in the back of her head, nagging her. 'She is just waiting for you to turn around to kill you safely. Are you seriously that crazy that you would trust her?' There was a point to it – why would a guard ally themselves so easily with a prisoner? From what Lyra knew, the guards on the Alcatraz weren't exactly angels, only the toughest got sent there. It seemed to be almost as much punishment for them as it was for the inmates.

But then again, Lyra was hardly in a position where she could be picky about potential allies. And she also agreed that they should find some safer place before anyone else shows up. "Allright," she nodded, trying to sound bold and decisive. "We should move," she said, gesturing into the jungle with her staff.

The looked at each other for a moment, none of them wanting to go first and have the other one behind her back. Then Lyra laughed. 'What do I have to lose? My wonderful life?' she thought ironically and headed for the jungle. Cold shivers ran down her spine when she heard the other woman follow her. Despite her thoughts, she didn't actually want to die.

The animals were scared out of the area by the cellblock impact, but now they were slowly returning. The jungle was filled with strange sounds; Lyra gave a lurch every time she heard some loud unexpected noise. She was holding her staff up, ready to throw a flame at anything that would seem like a threat.

[User]
Blood. A constant thought that ran through her mind. What else accompanied that thought though... that was always a mystery to most. Well, they decided to keep it a mystery after a fellow inmate asked her the simple question of 'What's up?' Wanting to initiate a possible romantic bond with the psychotic woman. Unfortunately for him, he had not been warned of Pandora well when moved to the cell block the day prior. If he had been, he would have known that such a simple question would result in his mind being scarred for life. That's what happens when you put simple war criminals on a ship with someone like Pandora. Even the guards know to keep away from her.

Her history and psychotic tendencies even with the anti-aggression field were made quite clear to the prisoners of the cell block she was in from day one. Pandora never hurt another person, not physically at least... she only enjoyed playing with her own blood. Causing herself pain then watching herself bleed before healing the wound and starting all over again. The red-head also enjoyed telling people all about her babies, or as other people knew them as... her victims. She used to have pictures of her babies but those were confiscated when she happily hit a guard in the face with them to get his attention back on her little ones.

Due to everything known about her and about how dangerous she was, especially with how psychotic she was seen to be with the anti-aggression field on, it was no surprise that as soon as the field was switched off that she was targeted by a good portion of the people within her cell block. There were quite a few exceptions who went into their personal cells and prepared for the inevitable crash. Little did the people know they made a horrid mistake targeting Pandora as soon as the anti-aggression field went down.

For Pandora, it was like a switch flipped in her mind. At first, she was looking at imposing dangerous people approaching her whom she had no desire to attack. All she wanted to do was see her own blood. But within milliseconds the people became toys, toys that if she cut them just right would spill her favorite thing in the world, warm crimson blood. She wanted to hear screams of pain, see blood splattered everywhere and feel the sensation of ripping flesh open with her hands.

A laugh began to escape her lips, starting softly as she looked down at the ground before raising her hands to be in her line of view. The laughing grew louder and wilder causing the people moving towards her to stop, watching on in horror as the girl ripped chunks of flesh from the backs of both her hands. Her blood began to move as if it were about to drip off her hand but before it could the blood hardened on the back of both her hands into curved blades. Pandora lifted her head up and looked at the others in her cell block, a sadistic smile etched on her face with blood dripping from her mouth. A giggle escaped her lips as she looked at all of them, "You can all be my new babies!" She happily exclaimed before charging into the group of people.

They all fought back to their best ability but no one got in a killing blow or shot, so when Pandora collected more blood from her own wounds and from the bodies of the people she killed, it only made her stronger. When all the screaming finally came to an end Pandora could be seen in the middle covered in blood, whether her own or everyone else's or a mix of both, no one could be quite sure. It wasn't long after she won that the cell block finally crashed into the planet that had pulled it into orbit. Her body barely having time to react and harden the blood on her skin to make the damage from the impact less brutal.

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Time had passed, how much? Pandora wasn't quite sure not did she actually care. All she cared about right now was playing ball with the heads of the people she killed. She could hear something going on outside of the cell block but she consciously was too focused on playing with the current head she had. It wasn't until she made a bat out of blood and hit the head out a hole within the cell block that she finally ventured out. "Wait for me Mr. Ball!" She called out, running out the hole and after the ball, completely oblivious to the robot girl eating the metal not too far away from where she ran out to retrieve her 'ball'.

[Assistant]
Felix regarded the doctor with a nod. He recognized her voice immediately.

"Frankly, there's only one plan that makes sense. That massive hulk of a ship over there?" Felix said with the slightest hint of sarcasm. "That right there is where everyone else is going to go. Unfortunately, it's also where we need to be. I don't know if you've seen what's out here, but from what I've seen...let's just say a prisoner lopping our heads off would be merciful."

Felix sighed. While he'd have preferred a more combat-ready ally, Lea wasn't worthless. Even if her life magic would have no effect on his prosthetics, she knew every prisoner on board and had at least some rapport with most of them and the crew. He'd have to get over the fact that he would have someone else to protect when things hit the fan though.

"That comment about the food was serious though, just estimating the distance...This is going to take a few days just to hike there." Felix said, glad that he managed to keep his lunch in the crash.

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Age: 4
Gender: Female
Rank: Pup
Skin Description:

Fur Description:
In-Depth Description:
In human skin, Feyre appears to be older than your average child. Standing at 4'0 ft, still growing, her figure is small and petite. Fairly pale skin, accented by pools of mahogany tresses that cascade down her shoulders, waves forming is just the right places. However, do not let her beautiful innocence eyes fool you. Her pupils seem wolf-like if caught at a second glance.

Feyre she walks around with her cranium low and her legs bent as if she were scared. Gray shades of fluff lie from her paws leading up halfway, while mostly everywhere else her fur is a mix of dark brown and gray, as well as the slight coloration of light brown along her ears and head. Also along the rims of her ears a black trim appears, sticking out against the lighter brown. Her eyes are dull, although inside they're colored a bright gray.
Basic Personality: While the average pup is curious, daring, and playful; Feyre comes out the opposite. She is very quiet and shy near even those she is familiar with, and she is one to obey order without complaint. If you told her to jump off a cliff she'd most likely do it after you threatened her. Feyre tries to be playful occasionally with other pups, although she is quite slow and awkward, so she rather sit in a corner and observe. Most wolves learn to be dominate during certain situations, although this she-wolf would instead turn tail and run, or back down submissively, and in result most view her as useless because of her unconfident nature. Even with all this said, she has also learned to be sweet and gentle when she isn't quiet, she can make friends easily.

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Ambrosia
Ambra moved easily across the snowy ground, her long strides covering a good bit of ground at the steady trot. It was the most common pace to see in a wolf trying to cover ground without tiring. They could run for a good distance but not near the distance they could cover at a steady trot without stopping. Plus it allowed the pup they had found to keep up with the much larger adults. Even though pups grew at an astounding rate Myst was still small enough that she occasionally had a hard time keeping up, mostly just when they'd been on the move for an extended period of time.

Bringing up the hind of the pack was Niall, he was the largest wolf Ambra had seen since she had left her homeland in Russia. Behind him were close to 15 horses carrying supplies for the pack. The animals trusted the massive wolf fiercely, they defied every instinct they had by following Niall's trail that he plowed through the snow for them. It was just a few inches of snow on the ground but his massive paws packed it into a easily navigable trail for the animals behind him. They were nearly to the cabin and as Ambra looked around them she was glad that they had picked this place to come and live out the remainder of their long lives. Evergreen spruce trees among other rose high into the sky around them as they headed down the last slope before they reached the small mining camp that they had managed to purchase from the family down south that owned it. The property covered an expansive thousand acres of land that bordered the national park nearby and would give them exclusive rights to take backpackers and other outdoor enthusiast through the property for the adventure of a lifetime. The humans would never know that they were the safest outfitters that they could possibly travel with.

Looking carefully around at the trees she could see the break in them ahead and see the distinctive look of a log cabin along the tree line. 'We are almost there!' she called to the wolves behind her. This was breath taking country, snow coated the branches of the trees that surrounded them and bird calls filled the air with chipper noise. It was a cacophony of sounds, a symphony of nature that filled her ears as she carefully inspected the area ahead of them. It wasn't more than a few strides before they reached the edge of the opening that was the mining camp.

The cabins were old and weathered, it had been nearly sixty years since the men who had lived here for many years years had left. They had boarded up the cabins as best they could, clearly having intended to come back to this place to find more gold. The windows were covered with boards filled with nails that were now coated in a thick layer of rust. Ambra could also see the tips of nails poking out from the board laying at the door of the cabin. Some of the other cabins had not faired as well, the boards had come off and the windows had broken but for the most part they all seemed to be in decent shape. She could see a chimney rising up from inside the cabin nearest her, and on several of the other cabins. That was a good sign that there would still be wood stoves inside.

She pushed her wolf beneath the surface and quivered as she rapidly changed forms, becoming a tall young woman with lengthy, loosely braided, platinum blonde hair that flowed down her chest from inside the fur lined hood of her thick jacket. It was still fairly cold out this far north even though it was the beginning of summer. Ambra guessed it to be around 32 degrees if it was that warm but the sunshine that beamed down from the blue sky helped a tremendous amount for the feel of the air, especially for those with dark coats.

"Home, sweet home my dears." Ambra called aloud in her cool high voice, it was clear and cool against the sounds around them. These birds had never encountered humans in their lifetime let alone Lycans and paid her voice no mind. Her blue eyes were as icy as the landscape around her as she looked around her at all that was now theres.

[Assistant]
Rayne

Rayne fell back towards the end standing near Myst, just to make sure she was doing alright. She would have asked to stop maybe once or twice, but Ambrosia seemed incredibly determined to not stop, she didn't blame her at all, and well she was the alpha and she had no real place to speak up. So instead she just kept an eye on the pup, as well as keeping an eye on everyone else, she wasn't worried...well she was, but she just naturally worried, that was what she was there for, if for no other purpose it was to make sure that everyone was healthy and fine and amazing...

After shooting herself in the face through mental thought to avoid the mental overload of her overthinking, she heard the edge of what Ambrosia said, coming up to where they would hopefully be living for the time being and for a long time being. She pawed through the snow following after Ambrosia as everyone else did, before seeing the alpha shift, which meant they were officially where they should be. Reverting to her own skin form, she had a winter coat similar to Ambrosia, but Rayne had kept her hair all hidden under a beanie. As the company stopped, Rayne grabbed her bag from one of the many horses that Niall lead, still to her amazement was their odd calmness, it was almost unsettling and made Rayne wonder what it took to train them so well, especially in their situation. IF she were the horse, she'd feel like a meal waiting to happen, of course they'd have to get through the towering beast that was Niall, and for as big as the guy was, she'd be afraid for any idiot willing to go toe to toe with him over his horses.

Slinging the bag over her shoulder, she stood next to Ambrosia, who basically towered over her "Thank you for getting us here boss, from that look you have though, please don't over-exert yourself, that goes for all of you, I'd rather not have to deal with anyone passing out so early into settling in" she smiled jokingly, hopefully enough to ease the mood and get everyone in gear. Standing a little closer to Ambrosia "she did a lot better then I thought she would" glancing back at Myst "miss being that young sometimes, eh?" she laughed a little before moving past the nicer cabins and taking a little lower end one so the others wouldn't have to, she called out a dibs, before trying to enter the cabin. The door gave a good fight, but after Rayne put pressure on the door, it swung open, almost making her fall. Walking inside, she put her pack down, before walking out to help the others.

It wasn't terrible, it was a definite fixer upper, but it wasn't undoable, and with enough work it could be nice. Starting to unpack, she hid her stash of not so legal things, though it didn't seem to be a problem and from what she found, it seemed many healers actually smoked funny enough, but it was still a habit none the less. The cabins weren't all that bad, with the worst being the windows, it was pretty good condition for where it was and how unkempt it was. The thought of clean water troubled her but those were things to think about later, getting up from the bedroom, she moved out and back where the rest of the pack was "anyone need or want help?"

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James

The snow lay across the ground like a blanket, its witness nearly blinding. He had let Ambrosia take the lead for the last portion of the trek in favor of keeping an eye on the others. Everyone had seemed like they fared well enough, even the younger members.

They had reached the destination, rotted cabins with busted windows, their new home. It was perfect.

Ambrosia changed forms as did Rayne. His gaze ventured back to Ambrosia. They he'd met months ago and had since formed a close bond. He figured she was the reason he was the alpha rather than any other guy. He felt she was much more qualified at any rate.

Changing forms, James turned into a tall man, a dark green coat pulled closed against the chill.

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Rhona And Jay

The trek had been long and hard to Rhona and Jay's new home. The ran together, shoulder to shoulder, with long, quick strides; without saying in a word. Rhona had noticed the strangling cub and had, at one point, gently picked the youngling up by the scruff and carried her, so that she could rest without falling behind. They did not pay much attention to the rest of the pack, except for the the female in front and the male alpha in back.

After the pack's long trek, they finally arrive at their new 'den'. Several old rotten cabins filled a clearing, and nothing but forestry and nature for miles; a perfect environment for the pack to grow and thrive.

Upon arrival, though a few of the others had reverted back to their human forms, the twins remained in their wolf forms. Rhona gently placed the cub by the other wolves before they moved over, out of the way, on the edge of the clearing. They then proceeded to smell and examine each other, checking for any injuries they may have received during their travels, not saying a word. They spoke telepathically.

"Are you sure you're OK?" Jay's thoughts echoed to Rhona.

"Yeah I'm fine. What about you? You OK?" She echoed back.

Leon nodded then glanced at their new pack as they started to settle in to their new den. "So... What do you think of them? Our new home? Our pack?"

Rhona went silent as she eyed the others. Her thoughts finally echoed through. "I don't know just yet. But... It doesn't matter much what I think. This is our pack. This is our home. We should be grateful, brother."

"I know... I know..." He replied. They fell silent once more as they watched the pack.

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As the youngest of the pack, Little Myst's was consumed with fear of the world around her. Yet, she was excited as any curious child on how powerful the creatures were. She knew little of the outside, it was just a few weeks ago, she had left the comfort of the den, starving after the disappearance of her mother. Thankfully, she was discovered and taken in by the passing pack. Even though she was of Lycan blood, she was still had the risk of getting sick as any pup would.

Though Msyt could hardly keep up as the leading she-wolf bounded across the blanket of snow, down the slope. The young pup trotted behind, stretching her short limps to keep up pace. This sudden adventure had carried her beyond the confines of the den, her birth place, and as she peered at the looming trees pasting the pack, her very first taste of the outside world thrilled the young pup to the morrow. Rayne approached the young one, the woman was always friendly towards her. As the role of healer, Rayne often checked up on her. Msyt barked agitatedly at the healer until she left her paws no longer touching the wet ground, picked up by the back of the neck and grew limp.

The air around the was so cold that it seemed the sky itself would crack like ice. Myst hoped they're new home was close, her stomach was growling with hungry. The pack pushed through a clearing, the area was surrounded by forest on roughly three sides of misshapen circle. The forest was dense but maneuverable, the large tree tops providing ample shade around the edge of the old cabins.

Once they had stop, once she was set down by the beauitful she-wolf.The pup plopped down onto the snow. Her muzzle often tilting toward the ground and her chest expanding considerably with each inhalation as she scented the carpet-like snow. Though it was obvious the pup was having difficulty tracking the source buried underneath the snow, her enthusiasm never waned. Myst did not have enough energy to transform like her older friends. Still learning herself, shifting was a bit of a difficult task and much more to remain in human form.


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T a k a r a

Personal Dossier

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加藤財

Age

15

Origin

Tokyo

Physical Description

A short girl by trade, Takara stands at an astounding 4'8". Her eyes are a simple brown, but they're a bit big for her face. All around, she is plain on the outside. Beyond this, a Chinese ancestry shows subtly in her chin and nose among an otherwise pure Japanese face.

Her body is stronger than it looks, especially given her short stature. Her width is obvious, but there's a certain discipline to it that's evident. Takara's legs are exceptionally strong, having trained them for an optimal Tachi-ai. On top of this, she is faster than she looks, and tends to be slightly stronger than most kids her age.

Characterization

Brave
Careless
Dumb
Dreamer
Hard Worker
Optimistic
Solipsistic
Super Secretly Cynical
Personal History

Takara was born to Katō Yuuta and Miho, a semi-famous Sumo wrestler and a teacher, respectively. She has a strong relationship with both of her parents, and while she admires her father more, she feels that she knows her mother better.

When she was young, Takara wanted to pursue her father's career choice of wrestler, though between her quirk and the traditional rules of Sumo, that was out of the question from the start. While her father didn't exactly approve, he liked having his daughter look up to him and taught him what he felt he could. She received some minor bullying because of it, but her Sumo moves allowed her to make quick work of most opponents, and she quickly became respected by her youngest peers. Her tough (stubborn) spirit and her heroic (hot-headed) attitude were traits she had been given by her father, and she used them often. Little Takara, unfortunately, only realized that it was a pipe dream when she was twelve.

After that, she died down a little bit. She got through school fine enough without much incident except from a less-than-a-few less-than-favorable grades. Her worst offense was sneaking off to see an underground Sumo event. Her mother scolded her for obvious reasons, but she understood well enough and helped Takara where she needed it. Through Takara's slump, her mother helped her and is the sole reason that Takara enrolled at Ishin Academy. Studying for it was harsh, and she would have preferred one of the "nicer" schools, but she figured that if she couldn't make her parents proud through Sumo, she'd make them proud by being a hero, and so she put in the work to study. She was a little slow, and had to really work at understanding the concepts, but combined with the help of her mother and more than a few weeks of working at it, she managed to scrape together enough of an understanding to get in. Barely.

Character Development & Conceptualization

As she is now, Takara's one of those kids who has only one real interest and that's all she knows how to talk about. Her identity is focused on one big aspect, Sumo, but at the root of this obsession is a fear of disappointing others, or even worse, disappointing herself. She shifts this lens onto becoming a hero in an attempt to make sense of it without calling her motives into question, and as a result, she boils things down to a simple game.

Takara has yet to mature enough to the point of understanding that other people don't share her motives. She believes that if she wants something, everyone wants it and it's right. She has poor teamwork skills and tries to take the lead, but her lack of wit makes her less than optimal for such a role. She works hard but hardly works, only putting in any real amount of effort if she thinks it'll benefit her in some way. Those who openly disagree with her earn her ire. Her dimwitted nature combined with her bullheadedness means that she is constantly at odds with figures of authority. Worse still, the girl has yet to develop the self-awareness required to realize that she projects herself onto others.

Her desire to take on competitors in Sumo, coupled with her careless attitude and her sinkhole optimism, see Takara wanting to take on any and all challengers. She does not consider such big concepts like her duties to humanity, she does not quite register that saving lives is an important and morbid reality of the hero, nor does she consider that stopping a villain is a moral dilemma that could have bigger implications than simply winning. Her actions are rooted in her own desire for glory and sportsmanship above all else, and she does not quite grasp the risk of the world. Heroes and villains are just sides to take (wrestlers to cheer on), she figures, and she does not think of the moral implications of a thought like that. The words of bad guys and good guys is showmanship and little else in her mind. Takara has yet to develop an identity outside of Sumo, and this is the only lens she is capable of seeing the world through.

As time goes on, Takara is intended to mature past these views. Ideally, she sees the error of her ways and learns to practice her brain as much as her body, or at the very least accepts that the reigns of command be handed over to someone else. Instead of looking inside and calling it outside, she will learn to separate the two things and think about the impacts of her actions. Most importantly, she will learn that Sumo isn't the only aspect of her which exists, nor is it even the most important aspect - she will learn that there is more to a person's actions than mere showmanship, perhaps jading her worldview a bit.
Abilities & Talents

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Quirk Type

Transformation

Quirk Description

Matroyshka allows Takara to disconnect her upper and lower body from one another, allowing a secondary, smaller, Takara to come out. This Second Takara can do the same thing. The Third one, however, is too small to contain another Takara, and despite Takara's best efforts, cannot seem to open her up. Doing this is painless, but she frequently finds her midsection cramping, and she has some spinal problems from it.

Each of these mini-Takaras are like a pinky toe in terms of control. They are incapable of acting autonomously, and will stand around doing nothing unless Takara concentrates on animating them. Recombining her upper and lower body is a taxing feat on its own, and there is some hollow space within her (as a result, she can hide small objects inside of her). She can make the the mini-Takaras move, but like her pinky toe, she can only make it move if she moves her other parts too. As an extension of her body, she can see/hear/smell/taste/feel/etc. what her miniatures do, but it is often disorientating for her to decipher what is going on.

A side-effect of this Quirk is that each of the mini-Takaras require just as much nourishment as the big Takara. Gaining weight is difficult for her, and she is essentially eating for three people. The more weight she is able to gain, the bigger they grow, and she suspects that if she were to eat enough, she could grow a fourth Takara. Strangely, her physiology is fine (if not odd in its arrangement). When she is not controlling them, they "fall asleep" in the same way as a foot, and she has to stretch them to prevent that prickly feeling which occurs during such an incident.

Oddly enough, when she sneezes, all of her miniatures sneeze with her.

Other Talents & Attributes

* Takara can Cook A Mean Chankonabe. That's about it.
* Takara knows a lot of Sumo Moves. She is a decent fighter because of this, but even more than that, uses her vast knowledge of Sumo to formulate her strategies and adapt in a physical confrontation.
* Takara is Tough. Really, she can take a pretty hefty punch for a 4'8" 15 year old.

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th

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Hanamura Daiki let out a cat like yawn and stretched his arms over his heads, which caused a soft rattling noise to come out of Daiki throat. He wasn't yawning due boredom or exhaustion but out of stress.

"I made it, I actually made it." Daiki gasped, amazed by not only himself but at Ishin. He knew of this school reputation, but he didn't actually think he would make it this far with his unimpressive quirk. Daiki knew he was undeserved Of U.A. and even Ishin to be quite frank. But they made it, thus Ishin sees something inside him and his quirk that he doesn't, and he wants to figure that out himself. Daiki was a nobody in the grand scheme of things. An orphan from Aomori with no hero connections or anybody important really, and with a quirk that isn't exactly hero material but it proven itself enough for Ishin to take him into their revered ranks as a Hero Student.

Crap, I'm tearing up.

Daiki's eyes started to water as he walked his way down the hall. The cat tailed youth didn't waste any time on hanging outside talking to strangers, he has three years to make allies and friends here. He won't if he gets kicked out for being late to the assembly. He knew of Ishin's harsh punishments. Daiki knew how to avoid trouble, although he was taught so in by an unorthodox manner.

Daiki arrived to his designated seating area. Still with watery eyes. So far there was only a few scattered students. The most outstanding student appearance wise was a girl with blue tentacle like hair. Does she have an aquatic-type quirk? Daiki was gonna talk to her but he looked indecent with his eyes as watery as they were right now. So he sat his butt down a few seats away from the girl and started wiping away at the tears in his eyes. It would take a few moments.

But he was just so happy to make this far and he won't let anybody shame his joy.

[Assistant] //(Wait)

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Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy, April 7th

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It'd been a very exciting morning for Takara. She hardly ever had a chance to ride the bullet train, and she never thought she'd be going to such a prestigious school, so she was rushing to make sure she made it on time. A few bumps in packing essentials, having to run and buy a replacement heating pad for her spine, and almost missing the bullet train left her sweating a storm. But she made it, and she was impressed with herself for once.

The ride was a nice change of pace from staying in Tokyo all day, but she didn't have much to do aside from look out the window. April was a slow season for Sumo, unless you were looking at some weird underground scene that wasn't approved of by the Japan Sumo Association. She could try and see if there was anything like that in Sapporo, but she figured she wouldn't have time. Besides, what would Ishin think if she was caught sneaking out to see Quirk Sumo matches? She couldn't tarnish the reputation of such an esteemed school! Well, at least there was stuff going on in May. Well, with all of that intense thinking, the ride was over before Takara even knew it.

Takara made sure to pack lightly, only taking what she needed. Her heating pad, some recipes for a hardy Chankonabe, her phone, a single set of pajamas, and her favorite pillow. It was nice having few interests, because it meant that she didn't need to buy lots of things. It was easy carrying everything with her, but in her big rush she wound up having to ask a stranger for directions. She'd forgotten how to get to Ishin from the train station, but she was determined to make it on time. She had to look good. What if a Sumo Wrestler had shown up late to a match?

Ah, I hope I'm not late.

Takara glanced down at the information she'd received with her acceptance letter. She knew she was in the right place. It was too school-like to be the wrong place. But the hallways were kind of confusing to her, and she had to stop to read every sign to find her way to what should have been an easy-to-find hall. At this point she was rushing, hurriedly walking when there was nobody around to see her awkward attempt at not-running and slowing down whenever she so much as suspected someone might look her direction. She was nervous, but the fact that there were other people walking around meant she was probably on time. Finally, (after unknowingly walking in a circle several times) she found the meeting hall and found a seat after almost sitting with the second years.

I'm too nervous. I can't mess this up on the first day! C'mon Takara, if you can't get in the dohyō you at least need to find a seat to watch!

Oh, this was exciting! Sure, she couldn't find her way around as easily as some people, but she was too excited to sit still. Had she missed part of the speech? Was this intermission? What time was it? So many questions, but she had to be polite. She should probably ask, though. Where she was sat was somewhere near the edge of the row, so there weren't too many people seated on her right, but that didn't mean she was alone!

The student to her left, a blue-haired girl, sat more seriously than Takara herself did. Well, Ishin was a serious school for serious people. It'd probably look good if she straightened herself out, too. It'd probably be good for her spine, anyways. It took her a second, but she timidly turned to her neighbor and whisper-yelled, "I'm not late, right? Also, hi, I'm Katō Takara! I'm so glad to meet you!