[System]
Physical Form
Umbra
Umbra has no real physical form, but rather takes control of various objects most often statues, and in rare occasions even people or animals. In order to get around this Umbra does have a human companion that he uses as a temporary body if the situation calls for it.

Christopher
His companion is a small child named Christopher who is around the age of 7 who stands at just under 4'. The child looks like a normal human commoner, and wears nothing but very simple clothing, a plain white t-shirt and light brown pants (both loosely fitted and slightly torn). Christopher looks very unkempt and often appears covered in dirt and grime.

Abilities
Umbra
-Possess:Umbra attempts to take complete control of the person or object for an unlimited amount of time if successful. If the object is inanimate and is unprotected from magical wards then Umbra can possess it with ease. If he is trying to posses something protected by a magical ward or something that is living than it is slightly more difficult, and if the person is strongly willed or if the object in mention is protected by a powerful enough ward than Umbra will become unable to posses said object and will become unable to repossess something for the next twelve hours.
-Inanimate Possession: If Umbra takes control of an inanimate object than he will be able to move around as that object as if it was another living being, only without the physical limitations of a normal human either, granting him as much as four times the physical capabilities of the average human.
-Living Possession: If Umbra takes control of a living being than he is able to interact with people as if he was one. Though this comes with the risk of failure due to the person's willpower and their own physical limitations, it is often the easiest way for Umbra to get around.
-Trapped in Purgatory: When Umbra is not taking possession of an object or person he is unable to interact with the world of the living or be seen by those who inhabit it.
-Frozen Touch: If Umbra is able to pierce or cut a living thing or object it will immediately begin to freeze until the person or object is completely frozen (It can take upwards of two days to become fully frozen from a minor cut, but a major wound can take as little time as an hour). The only way to prevent this is from fully happening is by cutting off the afflicted wound, using advanced healing magic or any kind of fire based magic to stop the spread.
-Enemy of the light: When Umbra takes possession of a person or object he is unable to walk around or move in direct sunlight or any source of light as strong as sunlight, as well as unable to leave the possessed body because of it (fire lit rooms don't affect him). If he comes into contact with any form of shade he is able to continue as if he wasn't in sunlight.
-Personality Disorder: When Umbra takes possession of a living being he will adopt that person's characteristics and personality completely.
-Flight: When Umbra is not taking possession of a person or object he is able to naturally fly from location to location at immense speeds.

Personality
Umbra
Umbra is often extremely apathetic showing little care for morality or others around him beyond achieving his own goals and surviving. This makes him not inherently evil nor inherently good, but rather someone who will chooses the quickest and cleanest solution to solving a problem.

Christopher
Christopher is extremely outgoing and talkative for a small child. His childlike behavior is often easily noticed, and sometimes will go out of his way to show this to those around him. He is extremely naive and will attempt to befriend anyone or anything he sees. Much like Umbra, over the couple of years Christopher has spent with him he began to lose any concern over morality. Often seeing killing or other despicable activities as normal things that you must do in order to survive.

Wants/Needs
He has two ultimate goals, to find a permanent body of his own, one that doesn't age, need rest, or get exhausted, and to be able to move freely in the sunlight. He is convinced that "the master" will be able to one day provide this to him or at the very least find him someone who can.

Relationships
Umbra holds a close relationship with Christopher. The small child being the closest thing he could have to his son he began to grow fond of him. Eventually befriending Christopher.

Backstory
Once a wealthy man named Jackson Rider, Umbra lead a life with little care until he found a beautiful woman named Rosana, who promised to marry him if he proved that he wasn't only wealthy, but brave. Eventually he came to the conclusion the only way to prove this was to defeat a witch outside of the village, and bring back her head to show all of the towns people. As a week passed by he prepared buying weapons, armor, and potions to eventually defeat this witch.
Eventually the time came and he set off on his journey, eventually arriving within two days. The witch though proved much more powerful than he had ever expected. To her, he was nothing but a mere bug waiting to be squashed maybe even less so. Before striking him down she found it more interesting to curse him instead. "A child born without soul to the newly wed wife. A husband to a weeping woman and a child without purpose in life. Forsaken by god and forsaken by man. Simply to prove one's bravery matches his wealth hand to hand."
It wasn't long before he arrived home with feelings of failure and confusion. When he went to tell Rosana of his failure, she accepted him saying "an honest man is more virtuous and worthy of being my husband than the bravest of men," and so they married. It wasn't long until his wife told him of her pregnancy and the child was born not long after and was named Christopher. Sadly much like the witch had told him long ago his child was born without a soul.
That day he journeyed to the witches hut, leaving behind both his wife and child. He begged and cried for forgiveness. For the witch to lift the curse on his son. She smiled wickedly and whispered. "Death will be both your salvation and your punishment." She quickly pulled out a dagger and stabbed Umbra through the chest, whispering a chant.
When he finally awoke he was greeted by the witch. "You are no longer man nor are you demon, simply Umbra taker of lives. Forced to walk in the shoes of others and the shadows of the night. Enjoy your son's soul for yours."
After many years after that day, how many exactly is unknown to him, he slowly began to desire what he once lost many years ago. Eventually he stumbled upon the dungeon keeper. Sensing his power and strength he decided it would be best to seek his help. They eventually they came to a compromise, if Umbra helps him achieve his goals he will one day return the favor.

Other
-If Umbra is in the body of a living person and said living person suffers a fatal wound Umbra will not die, but rather he would suffer a great amount of pain and will be unable to possess a body for a great deal of time (usually around a couple of weeks).
-There is no real way to permanently 'kill' Umbra, rather you can banish him to another plane of existence. While this can be accomplished through powerful spells or other magical means, the easiest way to do this would be to destroy his possessed body completely before the possessed can die. (Note: He can technically leave the possessed body at anytime so this would be best accomplished if he was under direct sunlight, or if it was by surprise.)

[User]
These mages that worked their wills on water would soon learn the error of their confidence. The silent image strode toward them silently. As a shadow follows the living. This shade now fell upon his first prey. Drawing the line to his hood and swinging away in an broad stroke. The action made as munch sound, as a portrait depicting the same action. No savior for man, he thought.

Cold stare knew these mages would not change the outcome they were pawns in an game where knights and rooks contend. He moved to the first mage who was closest. Whether he faced the mages back or not mattered little. The blade would aim for his heart freezing him from the inside out. Nothing could stop this. The mages life was forfeit. Another piece to be removed from the game. Staying true to from the specter moved the blade effortlessly and vertically through the mage. In a slow climb to the mages face cold stare was ensuring the ice spread as the edge moved. The reactions to his were inconsequential the image moved to the next mage drawing strength from his fear.

[Assistant]
One moment, Clotho seemed poised to skewer the tentacle-faced monstrosity on her rapier-point. The next, Xahillion's pressure assailed her mind, attempting to overpower her will. Furious that a being would think her nothing more than a minion waiting to be subjugated, Clotho fought back, harnessing her own mental fortitude to repel the incursion. That, however, left her open to her opponent's second line of offense.

When the tumultuous cascade of force slammed into her, Clotho was both distracted enough and slow enough that it swept her up like a leaf in a cyclone. Her body was sent flying back, shrieking, as Xahillion's voice echoed within her head. Unable to concentrate on overpowering his double attack on either the physical or the mental front simultaneously, she was snared by the otherworldly being's tentacles of force, and the humming, reverberating constructs of kinetic energy entwined around her limbs, constricting tighter and tighter. Her carapace began to hive, cracking, splintering, and finally shattering in places beneath the terrible squeeze. With one final, sickening crack, Clotho's form went limp.

The tentacles receded, and Clotho fell unceremoniously to the cave floor. Her shell was devastated, most of it lying in shards around her exposed, burgundy skin on the cold, unforgiving stone, and for a moment it looked like Xahillion had taken down the swarm queen in a single hit. To his credit, it did take her a moment before she began to stir, released reserves of adrenaline starting to flow through her. A little laugh resounded through the tunnel as Clotho stood to her feet and contracted her muscles, allowing the remains of her broken armor to fall to the floor. Beneath her carapace, Clotho looked surprisingly human, skin tone and consistency aside. Her eyes, however, were not human in the least, and her wings began to flutter. "I can respect anyone strong enough to destroy my shell. But respect will not save you. You have orchestrated your own destruction, for my armor weighed me down. You face me now at my full strength...." Clotho began to vibrate. Around her, doubles began to appear. They were not conjurations, but something far more dire: she was moving between different points in space at such speed that she appeared to be in several places at once. "With my armor off."

Doubles filled the tunnel. It was difficult to say where each one even was; one would appear at one position and be gone in less than a second. The air was humming, vibrating and hot as the swarm queen displaced it faster than it could part. This continued for several seconds, and it became plain that this wasn't all some elaborate attack. Clotho was just showing off how futile the situation really was. Finally, with infinitesimally little warning, twelve Clothos appeared around Xahillion and lashed out with punches or kicks from every direction simultaneously.

[User] As the clones descend on him, Clotho can hear a strange sound, both in her mind and from the creature before her. It is the sounds of laughter, strange gurgling laughter, but laughter none the less. As the clones begin to lash at his body, Xallihion will draw his power to him and form a Shield around himself, Impressive Clotho. If your master has a piece like you, then he very well might be someone to learn from. With the continuous blows to the Shield, cracks begin forming along its entire form as Xallihion holds both of his hands out at the sides in a placating gesture. Shall we call this a draw? For as you are right now, I would have to use all my power and my life to destroy you. His hands begin glowing with the power he is gathering as his white eyes looks at the Clotho infront of him, ready to end her if she doesn't relent, I will make sure my enemy's victory is short lived, but this won't serve your Master and I'd would rather live and meet with him. I will even help you with removing the Dwarves to prove my worth if you'd like. So what is your answer?

[Assistant]
Balothiss picked the plutocrat up by the back of his tunic and lifted him up to eye level the man was trying not to grovel and cry like a baby this made Balothiss laugh gruffly and then he looked around the room and found a man sized sack and then looked for some rope and then he seized the man and began binding his arms and his legs then shoved the man into the bag he cried out in disobedience and the man tried to struggle against Balothiss's strength and failed the man ended up in the bag and all Balothiss heard was a slight angry and annoyed groan.

"Now if you would be so kind as to tell me where you hold your treasures I would be as so kind to cut a hole in that bag to let your stupid little head to breath properly and not suffocate!"

The man was silent and this angered Balothiss who hit the sack hard with a punch the man wheezed then nodded with that then Balothiss looked around for any knifes and found a small crate full of daggers and other assorted trophies that the man probably was hiding and then Balothiss cut a hole so the mans head would stick out.

"How dare you treat me this-"

The mans words were cut short when Balothiss slapped him across the face and then he fell silent.

"I care not for this abuse but I care for my life I will tell you where my treasures are but I will only tolerate you-"

"You will tolerate me you ungrateful fool I hate people like you so what I say goes!"

The mans eyes widened and he looked at Balothiss with fear and then nodded.

"I keep my treasures in two rooms in the manor I have two rooms one is for relics,artwork and assorted heirlooms or inherited treasures and the other holds things which I can't remember it has been a long time since I have entered that area although both are locked I know where the keys are!"

Balothiss patted the mans back softly and smiled then slung the man over his shoulder and then looked around and huffed because this was his first true puzzle and his first true quest and now he felt a purpose.

[User]
It wasn't long before Umbra noticed the other archers and sorcerers focus turn towards him and begin to fire. Seconds before an arrow landed straight in the chest of the man he possessed Umbra quickly left his body. The man now finally in control a loud wheeze before coughing up small amounts of blood. In a desperate attempt to reach out for help from his fellow archers, they fired a second wave of arrows towards the man, finally putting him out of his misery.

Umbra's attention turned towards the battle at hand between the knight and Athinar. The battle almost going to smoothly, took a drastic turn when the knight was healed by a group of mages. Suddenly a huge explosion, so large that if Umbra had possessed another living being that he may have died. "Was that a spell from one of their mages? Is there truly someone powerful enough to conjure a spell this large this quickly inside such a small village?" Umbra questioned the position they may be in. The ash around him though made it difficult to see, so he had no choice but to wait and find out what truly happened.


[System]
Age: Twelve years old.

Appearance:
A tiny girl at 130 centimeters. She can be distinguished by her somewhat unenthusiastic eyes above a sweet little smile. She's lithe, her body thin but capable. Her eyes are as brown as her hair, her short hair slightly rough. She generally likes to wear relatively casual clothes.

Her Soul Gem is a red little cross-shaped jewel, placed on that spot on her chest, binding her vest together.

Nationality: Polish, lives in Danzig

Personality: Monika is a somewhat introverted individual who easily gets uncomfortable if things aren't precisely under her control. She can sometimes have difficulties speaking if she's unsure what to do, and she can also be thoroughly cowardly and prioritizes her own safety rather than trying to be brave. However, from engaging in fiction she has gained a rather effective moral code and will force out determination to do the right thing in a crisis.

While she seeks safety in numbers, this is mainly because she'd feel unsafe by herself. Monika is young, and prone to getting quite attached to individuals, but she never quite puts absolute faith in anyone and only ever truly believes in herself. She won't put her life in someone else's hand, and if she feels unsafe she'll scurry off very quickly. She likes stability, happiness and dependable-looking friends. But it has to be on her terms that she accepts it.

It was because there was a sincere lack of stability in her life at the time that she was approached by an Incubator. More on that in biography.

Monika likes to smile, so she often does. If she can chose things on her own terms, then she can get braver. But otherwise, she'd dearly like to just sink into the background. In the background she can be safe. That's why she made the wish that she made, and that's why her power became what it did. But of course, as any young one she can get excited in the presence of her usual sources of entertainment and would like to share these with anyone in her presence.

Afflictions:

Wish: "… Don't let them find me!"

This wish was granted by Kyubei giving Monika her magical weapon and the power which it provided. For circumstances, read her biography.

Biography: Monika's a young soul who has grown up with a rather successful family. While her mother (Krystyna Sakovich) is a housewife, her father (Marek Sakovich) works at a high place at Euroforce, a successful company that provides electricity to large parts of Europe. This means she was often singled out when she was young as the most fortunate soul around and the one you wanted to make friends with because her father helped her buy presents during birthdays and you could always expect luxury during sleepovers. Monika got really popular and didn't really understand why for very long, as she isn't the most social of humans.

The little girl entertained herself with drawing, reading, music, video games, allowing friends into her house or playing with her many toys. In physical practice she had tennis which she practiced often with her father in order to get some form of sport into her veins and dancing which her mother did sometimes for fun and allowed Monika to tag along. Through the training she got through this, Monika often surprised her friends with her physical fitness, since they never really saw her train. Though, Monika made few real attempts to make friends during practice. But she didn't mind that, she grew up normally and everything was fine for her first eleven years.

However, as she grew up, there were several problems. Her friends had started to depend on her to help them out, but as Monika grew older and got more responsibilities she had to deny them. This combined with that Monika often was very blunt about if she didn't want to go somewhere with her friends made her alienated, and she didn't understand why. Her short attention-span and the fact that suddenly a lot fewer people helped her out meant that Monika's grades in school suffered, which caused her rather strict father to suddenly chew her out. Monika was so confused.

Currently, Monika is struggling. Her friends have mostly excluded her from their activities and she's too shy to actually move in and ask for their aid, she's struggling with studies to keep her grades on level and she's been hearing arguments between her parents and those around her. Some people have been saying that her father is corrupt in some way, something about him showed up in newspapers, and due to that Monika got even more attention of the wrong kind. But… she doesn't understand it. She's being stressed, and she doesn't even know why. This stress… is what the local Incubator was attracted to.

Wouldn't she want a little wish, maybe? A wish that could eliminate all the problems out of her life. But… wish? Monika heard about fighting witches, and realized this was her chance to become a hero like in the stories. But, if she had to pick a wish, she decided that she needed longer to decide for a suitable wish. However, walking to tennis practice that day, as if life itself had sensed her contact with the world of Magical Girls, Monika wandered into a Labyrinth. The Incubator told her to make a wish, or she'd die. Monika fled, behind walls and crying as the familiars of the Witch were seeking her out.

Now, something intelligent at this point would be to make a grand wish, the first thing you can think of which would aid humanity. Or, if you're going to make a wish which is only to aid you in the immediate moment, at least make a wish which makes you strong enough to defeat the Witch. However, the one desire which flooded through the cowardly Monika, as she stared full of fear at the little white creature before her…

"… Don't let them find me!"

Skills: She's fairly athletic, but she was going to become that anyway. This due to being trained as a dancer and for tennis, as well. Other than that, her skills are few. Nobody expects much from a twelve year old. She's somewhat eccentric at drawing or repeating a random fact from a fictional world she knows of.

Threads of Fate: 4. She's at a rather common magical strength for a Magical Girl, though she can seem weaker because a large part of that is given to her magical ability.

Magical Weapon: A blue piece of cloth which at first glance appears to be the only thing she carries. It has a surprising amount of striking power, used in the same way you'd strike someone with the snap of a towel. In addition, Monika is gifted with considerable athletic prowess and can fight with the dance-moves she has learned from dancing with her mother, with kicks or with the cloth. However, the cloth is also hiding a potentially infinite amount of knives which would be her main method of attack, as a Magical Girl she has considerable skill at throwing or launching these with her cloth. Though, she doesn't have the knives quite yet.

Experience: 1. She's a complete newbie.

Magical Ability: The capability to "hide". By sweeping the blue cloth which is her power over something, it can make it seemingly vanish, be it a person or an object. If she does it to herself, she becomes invisible from sight. While invisible she loses no capability of using her other powers, but it does constantly drain on her available magical power. Also, any noise she makes, smell she gives off, or item that somehow coincidentally headed her way will still reveal her location. She'll likely use this to confuse enemies as to her location, but in exchange she's weaker than the typical Magical Girl as her most dangerous weapon is a thrown knife.

The following is a thing that she can do but does not yet know that she can. Monika can make non-living things with a size no larger than her cloth become "hidden", which makes them vanish from the world temporarily and accompany her. They then vanish and float along with her until she waves her cloth and the object becomes revealed. This can make it seem like she's bringing impossible things to the battlefield, but she prefers knives. This is because Monika knows how to obtain knives. It's the only weapons he knows she can obtain, by stealing them while "hiding". To get anything stronger, she'd require a sponsor.

Signature and Finisher: None, yet. Probably will never have one.

██████: 12%. Account that this is how much it took to survive her first moment as a Magical Girl. It was quite a frightening experience, after all.

[User]
Frederica Bernhardt
Danzig, Alleyways.

She had enough rest.

Witches never sleep, but she, being human and all, needs to. That was why she needed to patrol as soon as she could, sleepy as she was. A quick battle with one would wake her up quickly. That was why she was here, in the city itself, patrolling and avoiding as many people as she could.

Her eyepatch was reacting to something, a trail of what seemed to be a witch's energy. Witches did not usually wander around the place; they were the type to set up a labyrinth at some sort of location, and then lure victims in. Not unless the witch was one of significant energy, in which case half the city would be destroyed, and familiars would be running amok everywhere. What she was detecting MAY be a Witch, but it was most likely a familiar, running about doing whatever it wants.

Frederica traversed the rooftops as discreetly as she could, avoiding human eyes, wearing only her Magical Girl outfit. She sported none of her armaments, though she was ready to materialize them as soon as battle started. There were others, like her, who had their FATE, their DESTINY changed, perhaps arguing over territory, as they often would, but that was hardly of any concern of hers.

She was here, to stop SUFFERING from spreading.

Bypassing the argument and the girls, Frederica simply jumped into the world that was the familiar's labyrinth. There was no flair, no flaunting, no special flourishes as she materialized her armaments, just her bracing herself and just one word.

"Fire."

The twin turrets mounted on her back roared, firing explosive shells into the small labyrinth. Again and again, she bombarded the place until the labyrinth started to shimmer, signalling either the demise of the familiar, or its escape. Both outcomes were equally desirable. Should it be destroyed, then that was that, but should it escape, it may try escaping back to the witch that spawned it.

[Assistant]
Strolling along towards the Witch, Carina was rapidly growing tired of that whole process. This was mostly a result of the sheer crush of people that she had to shoulder through, most of whom were paying attention to the street ahead and thus reluctant to get out of her way. The hassle dug at her nerves until she had enough of it, if only out of exasperation and nothing else.

"Fine," she grumbled to herself. "We'll do it the easy way." She could spare the magic after all, so what was the harm in getting a higher vantage point over the place that she was trying to go to?

She at last ducked into an alleyway that wasn't being observed, and once there she produced her soul gem. For a moment her eyes were transfixed, the shimmer colors that were pretty much stainless and flowed in her eyes. This, this was her salvation, her liberation. She would take the responsibility soon, but for now she just wanted her peace and her freedom. Was that too hard to understand? For her parents, it seemed to be.

But, no more time in waiting. With a thought she held the gem to her chest and transformed, light flashing and filling the alley for brief moments before it subsided, with her in magical girl form. "Awesome," she said to herself with a grin before activating her powers. She rose off the ground, aided by the feeling like a solid platform was beneath her feet even when it wasn't.

Up she rose, moving into the sky and headed for the nearest high point she she could find, which ended up being a church steeple for some cathedral. No one was looking at her, that was for sure, so she made it easily, and settled on the slanted surface with a grin. Ah yes, this was the life.

"Now ten, where are you?" She looked around for the general location of the Witch and settled down to observe things from her eye in the sky. She loved being a magical girl.

[User]
"..." A small little brown-haired girl was shivering, curled up in a ball. Everything… had been so weird. There was a monster. Kyubey had told her that Magical Girls fought Witches. W-was it a Witch? It had been going after her when she was human, and then she had made her wish, and… Her wish had hidden her. Monika had wished to be hidden, and hidden she had become. She wasn't entirely sure how, but she had been sitting there, in completely new clothes that had spawned from nowhere after the wish, and she had this red cross-shaped jewel on her chest. Soul Gem, was it? Now, she was supposed to have the power to fight Witches. But… but… all her powers did was that they were keeping her hidden from the monster's view. She had been sitting here for quite a while, now.

"Sniff…" Small tears was coming out of Monika's eyes. She was feeling lonely. She was alone. She was locked inside a very foreign world. There was a monster, which she was expected to fight. She couldn't. Every instinct in her mind said it was impossible for her, as a tiny girl, to contend with the monster. Monika had even tried to point at it and shoot spells. Nothing had happened. There was just her, and this blue cloth. This was supposed to be her weapon, was it? She instinctively knew that by waving it around herself, she could hide. Her powers kept her safe, but she didn't have the courage to move. If she made any sound, the monster might hear it and kill her. It was taking all her willpower not to cry, because that would make noise. She just had to wait until-

BOOM "KAAAH-!" The loud sound of powerful exploding shells being bombarded into the area resounded, way too close to her. Monika had no idea what had happened, and instinctively cried out in panic. Another instinct was to jump out of the way, as the ground and walls within this strange space was starting to blow up by the projectiles being fired in, and to her own amazement she pretty much jumped multiple times her own height into the air in this defensive measure. She was perfectly controlled, too, as she knew where she'd land and how to land perfectly, and… ah… That still left the fact that the space beneath her was being bombarded with explosive shells and Monika had no idea if landing at all would be safe. She was nowhere near safe yet, and she was scared out of her wits. Wh-what was happening? … Oh. The monster… was under fire…?


[System]
Gender: Female
Race: Beastfolk - Leopard (I'm going to include my interpretation of the bonuses and maluses this confers in Daria)
* Pound for pound, leopards are the strongest big cat. Daria is no different. Despite standing only at five foot six, she has explosive strength of someone much larger. Although not wielding supernatural strength, she can run, jump, punch, and lift like the best of Olympians. While not as short of endurance as her larger cousins and able to walk long distances, going at her max for over a minute exhausts her and she would be on the ground wheezing after three. Additionally, she has a rather long recovery time compared to normal humans, so even if both parties exhausted themselves it is unlikely . An intelligent opponent will exploit this by forcing Daria to exhaust herself before reaching them.
* Among big cats, leopards are the best climbers bar none. They even haul prey animals up to three times as heavy as they are into trees with little effort. Daria can grab a fully grown man in one hand and use her legs and her other hand to climb like she's in Assassin's creed - and even be somewhat quiet when doing so.
* While leopards aren't the least social animal, they certainly aren't pack animals like Lions. Daria typically chooses a few, close friends, but begins to become confused as that social web grows and starts to become defensive. She wouldn't really ever be able to understand ideological issues and tends to just go along with what her friends say. If Daria and her ancestors had grown up in complete isolation, it is unlikely they would be able to sustain civilization or build cities.

Age: Late Teens
Major: Warrior (Green "Knight", combines nature abilities with her combat)
Minor: Mage (Summoning, although primarily ties in with Green "knight")
Familiar: Snowy, a small, white butterfly.

Appearance (Pictures and/or descriptions are acceptable.): Standing at five foot six, Daria's figure is lean, fit, and slightly muscular. With white hair and slightly tanned skin, the only things normally revealing her beastfolk origin are her two leopard ears distinguishable by the black spots on them, her golden feline eyes with slit pupils, and a tail waving behind her. It's not unusual to find her in simple, if not dirty dress, faring more simple and tough materials like leather over cloth, although she does wear a decorative collar with house Patris' coat of arms upon it. In battle she will normally wear half-plate, and if she stays in a fight for a while her features being to look more ... beastly.

Bio [may fill in later]: Daria was born into a small northern tribe, in the outskirts of the Ice Realm where the fields are snow for most of the year. With her parents, she stalked, ambushed, and hunted her prey. They would contact civilization mostly to trade, offer up their own services as mercenaries, and to report issues noticed on the outskirts. She celebrated, trained, and practiced with her tribe, and expected them to take care of her when her parents left for their adventuring missions. The pair of them dealt with an ice ghost along with a few other adventurers, and apparently they rescued a fairly high profile diplomat by the name of Faeylen Patris. He was so impressed that he requested they send someone to guard his daughter soon after she declared her (perhaps naive) desire to adventure.

With a daughter around the same age, Daria's parents recommended her and soon had sold her to the diplomat for a rather substantial sum of money and a guarantee of good treatment. Daria was surprised by the news, but really was more annoyed at being pulled away from the tribe than an ideological discomfort with the idea of technically being a slave - it wasn't uncommon for parents to get rid of their younger children among the tribe in a similar manner when it had grown a bit too large, and ultimately the funds would help the tribe continue in the future.

Daria met up with Eliyen about half a year before leaving to allow the pair to adjust to eachother, and then the two of them headed towards the academy. Daria finds herself respecting Eliyen as the leader, even if she is concerned abouthe girl's lack of experience.

Personality: Proud, if not extremely so. She likes to be well dressed in her own barbarian fashion, as if always prepared to fight those duels that make her (literally) chirp with excitement - though she has recently picked up an interest in more fine sorts of dress and makeup after spending time with her mistress. She isn't a social engineer and she knows it - she trusts the friends she has to not misdirect her, although she probably wouldn't really understand if she was. When she's uncomfortable or upset, she tends to climb up to high places and treat them like her own private security blanket. That security blanket is employed virtually every time Eliyen finds another beastfolk thats just a bit more furry than she is and steals all the attention from herself - Daria would never admit that it bothered her, though, if she's even aware why.

[User]
Emi was sitting on a branch that grew from one of the trees surrounding the amphitheater. The height over the other new students gave her a clear view of everyone on stage, and the other students attending the pseudo orientation. Mimi was perched besides her resting her wings from the long flight it took to get here. The forests were large, and the plains were even larger before they reached the mountains.

 When Headmaster Jorgle started speaking Emi leaned in closer to fully grasp what he had to say. She was excited. Jorgle was nothing like she had seen before. She was familiar with other smaller beings, herself being one, but Jorgle was the shortest tall person she had seen. And it was not just Jorgle, the woman with the cute rabbit ears was amazingly tall and very intimidating, even though she was several meters away from where Emi was sitting.

 Jorgle didn't say much, but it was enough to further Emi's excitement for even being there. She felt that if anyone was still distant to what was happening, and then this is what brought in the realization. She was here, she was going to learn to be like those adventurers that come and go through out the forest she called home. Mimi didn't seem to care one way or another, but she was at peace not having to worry about any distress in their immediate surroundings.

 When the tall rabbit lady, Vella, dismissed everyone Emi looked around as her fellow classmates shuffled out looking through various packets of parchment. Curious as to what they were, Emi hopped off the branch and flew down into the crowd. She'd hover over various students' shoulders looking at the papers in their hands. More than once, she was brushed aside perhaps thought to be a fly. She quickly flew back to Mimi. The students had papers listing classes, subjects, and a map just like Vella mentioned. Emi didn't have any of those. When Emi arrived she sort of skipped the entrance entirely and flew into the amphitheater through its open roof. That is where everyone was gathering, so she assumed that was where she needed to be. She was correct more or less, but missed her greeting at the entrance.

 She was at a loss for what to do, since she had no idea where her dorm was, who her teammates where, or what classes she had. She crossed her arms in thought before looking back at the crowd and then the stage.

 Of Course!

 If anyone knew anything about where Emi was supposed to go it would be the headmaster, Jorgle. Standing on the branch, she jumped off it once again and darted towards the stage where hopefully Jorgle was still there. Mimi flew after her. As she approached closer over the stage, she started to shout:

 "Jorgle, Mr. Jorgle! Hey. I don't have any of those papers. Could I get some? Please?"

[Assistant]
Tobias nodded.
"I see." He said aloud.
He had no idea what Ozzie was talking about, but it was nonetheless quite impressive. The elemental's sword was significantly longer than any he'd seen, probably significantly heavier too. That Ozzie could wield it was quite interesting, considering that, based on what Tobias knew, he should be made entirely of lightning. Although, he didn't look like he was lightning at the moment...

Tobias coughed to clear his head. It probably didn't matter too much in the grand scheme of things, it only mattered that he could use it.
"That's a pretty impressive sword." He finally said.
The boy looked around the room once again. He wasn't sure where to take the conversation now. His eyes settled on his belongings. He turned back to Ozzie and began to speak once more.
"Do you mind if I organise my things?"

[User]
Ozzie smiled " why thank you and no I do not mind at all" he said to Tobias . Setting his sword back in the cloth as he had yet to get a sheath ozzie sits back with a sigh. " so how long do you think we need to stay in our dorm? " he asked Tobias. While he did he moved his fingers red lighting sparking through them. He sighed once again then laid down on his bed looking up at the ceiling.  " so do you think there's going to be rivals between dorms? " he asks Tobias interested . " Because I think there might be as not everyone can get along especially if there's a ice elemental. "  he said.

of Evil

[Assistant]
"Do you think she'll let me pet her ears?" Eliyen said to Daria while looking at Vella, the rabbit beastfolk now giving a speech at the podium. "They look so fluffy."

Eliyen was amazed with the sight of Vella. Even when the headmaster was speaking, her complete attention was on those big fluffy ears. Her attention only returned when Vella left her sight. Her hands were now gently caressing the ears of Pakun, her rabbit familiar as she wondered if they would feel the same way.

She sighed and then turned to Daria. "So what do we do now?" She asked. "I wasn't paying attention."

By now, Daria would probably know about Eliyen's attention when it came to fluffy things.

[User]
Daria didn't get much more out of the speech than the lady she served - her ears twitched constantly while they were in the crowd, trying to zero in on individual sounds as they appeared. They listened briefly to the flutter of bug-like wings from a nearby tree. They darted to hear a spark of electricity fly from an elemental. They tried to identify a thousand sounds and the various threats and weren't successful at identifying every sound - or hearing the majority of the speech.

For a couple of seconds, Daria didn't respond as Eliyen kept glancing towards the stage in some hope of catching a glimpse of the secretary. Daria's tail swished behind her aggressively as she folded her arms and looked away in an attempt to hide an emotion - whatever it was - that seemed to always well in her chest when Eliyen paid more attention to something more fluffy than herself. "Hmph. I'm not exactly sure how you intend on graduating if you're chasing every fluffy pair of ears in sight - or how I can keep you safe.."

She supposed it was time to answer her owner's question though - she didn't want to be too harsh to her fragile mistress. "Didn't they give you some sort of handout? We should probably go wherever that suggests, princess ... Seems like everyone is splitting up and out of here." Daria tried to smile at Eliyen, but her eyes constantly darted around trying to search each person for any semblance of ill intent.

[Assistant]
"Well, I don't really know how long we're supposed to stay here." Tobias replied, moving his bags towards the unoccupied bed.
The sheet didn't said to 'report to the dorms', that didn't mean a whole lot. His read on it was that they were supposed to meet their teammates. After that, they could theoretically go wherever they wanted. But first, he had to secure his base.

Tobias carefully extracted the bow from his bag. Ozzie had mentioned it was of good make, but Tobias didn't really know, even though he had been using it for a long time. It had held up quite well for that time, though, so he supposed it must have been good. Tobias slung it over his back - destringed, since he didn't plan on using it. From the same bag he extracted his hunting knife and fit the leather sheathe onto his belt. He was almost ready.

Tobias rose to his feet as Ozzie asked his next question. He frowned thoughtfully as he considered the notion of rivals. He didn't really know about elementals so he wasn't sure why Ozzie mentioned ice elementals specifically. As for everyone not getting along, that was natural. There were many different kinds of people meshing together, it was inevitable that there would be some discord. As for rivalry, he wasn't sure. He hadn't interacted with other people much so he had no idea how rivalries worked. He supposed that when resources were scarce, animals tended to get more aggressive with each other. Lines were drawn and they'd go at it every so often. He didn't know how this academy would go, so he couldn't say it was out of the question. If that was the case...

"Rivalries, hm? I suppose we'll have to wait and see." Tobias said.
He pushed his bags under the bed with his foot. He could sort out his luggage later, right now he wanted to explore the grounds.
"I'll be going out." The boy said curtly, walking towards the door.

[User]
Eliyen sighed deeply as she looked at the handout given to her. "Daria, please don't call me princess here." She said while inspecting the map of the campus. "I am just a normal student and you are my partner, not my bodyguard."

She looked around, trying to see if someone would be listening to her. She didn't want anyone to find out that she was the daughter of a diplomat but after a quick glance, she returned her attention to the map. Pakun was now laying down comfortably on top of Eliyen's head. which she didn't mind as she was already used to. After finding out where she should be going, she pointed towards the direction of the dorms.

"I suppose we should go to our dorms first then and take care of our things. It's this way." She said and began walking in the direction of the dorms. "I'm really excited to be here. I can't wait for classes to start. What about you?" She asked while walking, focusing entirely on the path ahead of her, a gentle smile forming on her lips.

[Assistant] Daria pounced on the opportunity provided to tease Eliyen. "Partner, eh?" The elf would feel an arm slide around the small of her back, hand squeezing the opposite side softly. If the diplomat's daughter looked into the eyes of the leopardess, she would see a fierce playfulness within them. "You know, in the tribe there were a few couples of women who call each other 'partner' - sometimes they talk a little too loudly about how things worked ..." Eliyen would feel the hand glide up her back, teasing the surface - before a finger poked her owner's delicate nose and the warrior spun a couple of feet away with a grin on her face. "I'm flattered Eliyen - I really am, but you need to at least wine and dine me first."


[System]
Arcana
Chariot
Age
3rd Year High Schooler (18)
Personality Traits
Hardworking and decisive, Laki places great value on spending one's time intelligently. He's never idling–always reading a book, working with his hands, or earning money at a part-time job. He does have an easygoing and comedic side, but it's been largely suppressed by the urgency of his current situation. No time to relax when there's money to be made and material to study. He can easily overwork himself, but believes it's just a result of not being strong enough.

Due to his mixed parentage and current situation, Laki often feels a bit put out around others. He's never looked quite like everyone else (dominant Samoan genes will do that) and his Japanese is slightly accented. Combine that with the stigma around single mothers and foreigners, well, you get the idea.
Backstory
Laki's life is defined by his heritage–his mother a Japan-naturalized Samoan, his father a small-town doctor. The two parents met while his father was doing humanitarian work in the Samoan islands. They fell in love, married, and eventually moved to Japan when Laki was six. Laki's mother naturalized into a Japanese citizen after five years and picked up a job as a hairdresser.

Soon after, Laki's mother discovered that her husband had cheated on her, driving a crack into their relationship. Furthermore, Laki was struck by a deadly illness that confined him to a bed for almost an entire year. The fractured marriage alongside Laki's rapidly rising medical costs led to his father filing a divorce. With only the income of a hairdresser and little knowledge of Japanese, the single mother and child fell rapidly into debt.

Laki recovered and focused on strengthening his body. His mother worked hard to overcome the language and cultural barrier as best she could. Things were starting to look up–until Laki's mother was struck by the Yellow Plague.

Now, Laki spends almost all his time earning money to support himself, pay for his mother's treatment, and studying to make sure he doesn't drop out of school. It's only a matter of time until something goes wrong...
Gear
Laki is proficient in Limalama, as taught to him by his mother. He makes use of his large frame and strength in order to defend himself and subdue opponents. He hasn't practiced it in a while, though–there's no time!

If he were to use a weapon, he'd probably go for a shield.

Otherwise, the other thing he has going for him is his physical ability, honed through strenuous part-time work and long jogs/bike rides. He's likely the strongest a high schooler can get while balancing study, work, and training.
Persona
Laki's persona is Ti'i-Ti'i, the Samoan version of Hawaii's slightly-more-famous Maui. He appears as a muscular man wielding a huge fish hook carved from bone. His muscles are covered in swirling tattoos that glow with ethereal light. Some famous achievements of his include bringing fire to mankind, hauling islands to their proper places, and lassoing the sun itself.
Persona Abilities
Ti'i-Ti'i focuses on destroying enemies with physical damage, shaping the earth with his might, and protecting allies through buffs.

[User]
Yuuhei Seiho

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As it turned out, the walk from his thinking bench back to the dorm was far too long for Yuuhei to be able to keep his mind off the topic he had just resolved to put on the back burner. But come on, could you really blame him? His juniors at the newspaper club were handling the welcoming fluff pieces for the first issue - which they had sworn was because they wanted the experience rather than their lack of trust in him to take it seriously - and it wasn't like there were any other particularly juicy stories cropping up just yet. So what was a guy to do other than focus his abundant reserves of energy on the current puzzle in front of him?

With a deep intake of the brisk April air to collect himself, Yuuhei once again flipped open his notebook straight to the page containing his notes on Yellow Plague. One line in particular stuck out to him more than others, as its wording had been painstakingly explicit whenever it had come up in his initial investigation. He walked briskly through the spring soaked school grounds with his face all but buried in the small bundle of papers, his head cocking from side to side in an all too literal effort to look at the scrap of information from different angles.

But no matter how he looked at it, it just seemed all too out of place to Yuuhei. In just about any other scenario, writing it off as nonsense born from small-town syndrome seemed like the only logical conclusion. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do just that due to the fact that the exact wording for it had been used in multiple tellings of the rumor. But even with his barely above middling grades, Yuuhei couldn't figure out how, much less why, a disease would care about how virtuous its victim was.

His free hand reached for the handle to the dorms unconsciously, as him wandering through the school on auto-pilot while his mind was tied up elsewhere had become second nature. Yuuhei's sharp brown eyes peeked over the top of his notebook, which he had taken to rotating every which way to mirror whichever position he had cocked his head, only to land on the group of male students that he instantly realized was where he should have been a good five minutes ago.

It was hard to tell if Yamada-sensei had noticed him stumble upon the group, as the young teacher was busy handing out keys to the assembled crowd, so with all the grace of a breaching whale Yuuhei plopped down on one of the newly vacated couches. Next to him was Laki Hirata, who he instantly recognized despite having never met before due to the guy's foreign features and relatively monstrous physique. Now while Yuuhei was constantly drawing from a nearly bottomless well of confidence, even he couldn't help but feel tiny next to him. But seeing as how he hadn't gotten up with the rest of the students, Yuuhei figured that the guy was in the same boat as him and had moved in earlier. And thus, the perfect person to question.

"So did I miss anything good or was it just business as usual?" he easily asked the big guy with an equally easygoing grin. Yuuhei didn't have much on Hirata, as he wasn't part of any clubs and hadn't stirred up any real trouble, but his gut was already feeling like he fell more on the gentle giant side of things. And he was proud to say that his instincts when it came to people's nature were right about twenty percent of the time on a good day.

"Ah, right, manners." And for the first time in a while, Yuuhei actually sounded a bit sheepish. But that was part of the problem with keeping up with so many different people, as sometimes it became difficult to keep track of who you have and have not gotten around to introducing yourself to. I'm Seiho Yuuhei by the way."

[Assistant]
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It took a moment for Laki to realize that Seiho was talking to him.

"Ah, Seiho. You were in my class last year, but we didn't talk much at all, did we?"

And thank God for that. Laki didn't have a problem with Seiho–the guy was friendly to basically everyone and wasn't bothersome. However, Laki had heard about Seiho asking around about the Yellow Plague. He couldn't have Seiho dropping any information or acciedentally spreading any rumors around.

It certainly didn't help that the rumors involved the idea of "sin," that those who were affected by the Plague had committed some sort of misdeed to warrant their affliction. His mother already suffered enough–a damaged reputation would just be fuel for the fire.

Plus, he couldn't have any of the teachers finding out about his part-time jobs. Kenkōichi let their students work, yes, but certainly not the amount of time that Laki did. If the school found out that he was bending local labor laws, he could even get suspended. His mother would be deeply disappointed if that happened. "An investment in knowledge pays the best interest," she'd say, quoting either a revolutionary inventor or a musical lyricist–Laki could never remember which.

Laki had to choose his words carefully. He bookmarked his book and laid it in his lap.

"In case you forgot, I'm Hirata Laki. What were you up to, coming in late like that?"

[User]
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Receptionist or not, whoever the thin japanese woman was had been well-informed. She had instructed him to simply wait till 11 AM. Had told him with a tad bit of suspicion that his advisor was around in the lobby somewhere amongst the other early-arrivals.

Caelum thanked her with an appreciative bow and the pulled-tight lips of one aware of his station. He had never gotten used to that subtle but all dominating sense of formality. It could be suffocating at times; pushing him further and further into prudence. It resulted in him speaking far less than he normally would and airing on the side of caution.

For a time he sat on one of the couches, waiting and watching as others filed in and settled down. He glanced up at whom he had assumed was the advisor. He had this concrete formality about him, they all did. Society had done its part and that man had carried it on him like a thin veil.

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Caelum had his hands folded on his rolling trunk between his legs, satisfied with the advisor's introduction and his rooming accommodations. None of that applies to me for now. He sighed as if exhausted, not completely sure as to why. First thing I wanna do is find the kendo room. After I put my stuff up that's what I'll do. Get a lay out of the campus too.

He hefted his trunk up off the ground and started for the stairs. Not as if anyone is gonna wanna talk to me anyway, he reassured himself, feeling the slight burn in his arms already.

[Assistant]
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Sorting out the mess on her floor had taken longer than she'd expected. It probably would've been quicker if she didn't just dump everything on the floor, honestly. But by the time she realised that, it was already too late.

Naoka stood up from where she'd been sitting next to her shelves and yawned. She'd been at it for a while. She wasn't too surprised, she always took forever to clean stuff. It was just a waste to get things all neat and organised only for them to become a mess again in a week. She picked up her bag and decided to head down, maybe she'd run into one of her friends and she could pick up that coffee she'd been longing for.

Making her way down the stairs, Naoka checked her phone. No texts. Everyone was probably too busy getting settled in to chat and her parents were already at work. They worked such long hours that even when she was at home, she hardly saw them. Staying at the dorms didn't change much.

Naoka entered the lobby. A some people had already congregated, a few she recognised, most she didn't. She'd already picked up her key, so she didn't really need to stick around and so continued walking to the great outdoors. The weather was good, with any luck it'd stay that way. There weren't a lot of people outside, but the one that stuck out the most was a blonde girl pulling around a suitcase. Was it natural? It was an international school, so she could just be foreign.

Cautiously approaching the girl, she definitely wasn't anyone Naoka recognised. A first-year, most likely. Well, if there was anything Naoka wanted to do, it was to make a good first impression on her underclassmen.

"Excuse me," she said, approaching cautiously. "I'm Toba Naoka, one of the third years here. Do you need any help?"

[User]
Yuuhei Seiho

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Hirata's rather innocuous question earned him an unsettlingly mischievous grin from Yuuhei. The blond leaned in conspiratorially with his beefy classmate, looking every bit the part of a guy that was about to spill the secrets of the very world itself. "Well you see," he started quietly, dangling his notebook in front of Hirata expectantly, "I've been chasing down a story over our break, but I just can't seem to get anywhere with it. I've searched high and low, but all I've dug up so far is a bunch of hearsay that even I'm not crazy enough to print." But rather than seem defeated, Yuuhei all but glowed from discussing his utter failure to produce results.

"So after I finished unpacking this morning, I hit the bricks and spent the rest of my morning asking around to see if anybody has heard about Yellow Plague." As soon as the phrase passed his lips, Yuuhei's playful eyes immediately focused in on Hirata's expression with intense scrutiny, searching for any kind of reaction from his classmate. Because even if he hadn't intended to drag Hirata into his investigation when he had sat down, Yuuhei simply wasn't the kind to pass up opportunities that gift-wrapped themselves for him like this.

The critical look only lasted a few moments though, as regardless of what he saw he shrugged it off with a small laugh. "Ended up completely forgetting that I was supposed to be here at eleven though and all I got out of it were the uncomfortable looks of my cute juniors that I'm sure will haunt my dreams," he finished without the slightest trace of remorse in him. And with his small story finally done, Yuuhei leaned back into the couch and made himself comfortable. But rather than just leave it at that, he leveled another pointed look at his classmate.

"So your turn Hirata, ya hear anything interesting lately?"

[Assistant]
"...spent the rest of my morning asking around to see if anybody has heard about Yellow Plague."

For all his internal posturing about revealing nothing, Laki's face tightened. Did he know? Did he notice Laki's discomfort? He tried to rearrange his features into something of a neutral expression.

Breathing is fun. I like to breathe. Just think about breathing.

Seiho seemed to continue on without a care in the world for how Laki reacted. He probably didn't know. He was just making small talk. He was definitely making small talk. No doubt about it.

"So your turn Hirata, ya hear anything interesting lately?"

Did he mean about the Plague?

Small talk, Laki. Small talk... Nothing else.

"Nothing in particular. I've been sequestered at home all summer–haven't gotten a chance to really chat with anyone." The statement was at least partially true. Laki certainly hadn't talked with any of his classmates all summer, save for a few close run-ins with them near the construction site where he worked. He had to steer the conversation away from any dangerous territory.

"How about you? What'd you get up to over the summer? Do anything with the club?"

Renard


[System]
PILOT

Orion is mistaken as a child sometimes. And when first met on the battle-field some were quite baffled.

Age: 15

Personality: A Selfless, down-to-earth (Punintended) individual. Orion used to express his feelings at a substantial level. Yet since his sister died, he fell into depression. Orion admits that he wouldn't be able to be who he is today without that stage. Overall now, Orion is the same. He cares for others truthfully, he can be quite funny and tends to chat to anyone that approaches him. He's open to conversation, and on rare occasions you might see him act like a goofball, unless you're a true friend.. you'll be seeing him goof off a lot. He tends to take the goofiness to the battle-field, yet it turns into insanity, considering his absolute hate for the Cruxi. As if they are some kind of panic/trigger word that makes him switch from kind-hearted to killing machine. This insanity on the battlefield can be seen in his personality, he never the concept of death seriously, he would be smiling on his day of execution. He would still stand hardly for those who hurt his friends and family, and those friend have turned into his team-mates and the family is now planet-earth itself.

Motives: To Obliterate the Cruxi. To fight for those who can't. Little Sisters death.

Background:

To say that it was luck to survive a full scale attack by the Cruxi is quite the understatement.

It was more of a sheer privilege, something that comes once in a life-time. Orion was one of few who were in the sights of the Cruxi, yet managed to escape from the hair on his chin. Younger Orion was put into a situation were his sister had just been slaughtered and for all he knew, he was next. Millions, upon millions of thoughts, rushing through his head. What would he do?

Being on the outer-rim was harsh, especially since his home-world was one of the first to go dark, succumbing to the Cruxi. Orion made his living off absolutely anything that he could find. He worked 12 hours each and every day, he even managed to get a meal for dinner every second night. He usually gave his beloved sister and only family his meal of the day, saying "You're young, you need to grow. I'm strong enough, I can handle it. Don't worry". He definitely put his sister in priority, hoping for her to grow up and make better decisions.

To escape the Cruxi the day they invaded his Home-World, It was phenomenal, the odds don't stack up.
It didn't make sense, they killed his sister and everyone else that was nearby. Yet, It was like Orion wasn't a priority towards the Cruxi, they were about to kill him and they suddenly changed there minds?
Orion's escape wasn't meant to happen. He didn't believe that he should deserve to be alive. He regret's his mistake of not trying to do something about his sister. His eyes were forever tainted with his sisters blood. Though he didn't murder her, he sure hell felt like it.

Within the next 12 hours, Orion had been put on an evacuation ship, sent into space, and watched his planet get obliterated along with his only family. He managed to make it, he couldn't believe it. He was begging that his sister should've survived, he was hoping that he was dreaming. It was rather pathetic.
Yet it was true, he survived, she didn't. Orion eventually decided that the only way to satisfy his undying sadness, was to enlist in the Framewerk Project, yet the initial answer was a decline.

Orion demanded to be tested, to take some sort of written or psychological test, some sort of something!
He harassed the recruiters, until they took a look at Orion himself. He was sent to Framewerk Lab, under the experiment tag 'ZEUS TRIALS'. He saw one kid about his age walk out in a wheel-chair, whispering randomly "Shadows, and Chaos" over again, in a eerily tone. Orion, walked in. For some odd reason the two adults in lab coats looked at him, oddly. They checked his report. Orion looked up in astonishment, then focused on the lab-rats speaking to him.

"Well, Orion Paris. Welcome to Project Framewerk: Experiment 090X - ZEUS. Let's hope you survive the real test"

Notable Deaths: Only surviving member of his family. His beloved now ex-girlfriend died before in the invasion, yet not from the Cruxi.

Other Things: During the events of the Cruxi invasion, Orion was ironically struck by a source of lightning, yet he doesn't know.. It happened whilst he was about to die. This event is crucial to Orion's killing insanity, on the battle-field.

 FRAMEWERK
Codename: (Obviously) ZEUS

Primary Weapon System:
Zeus's equipped with a unique system called "Arklight Thunder", being able to manipulate plasma from his particle generators, in the form of Thunder Bolts, that he can wield in his hand and use as projectiles.

Being able to manipulate space nebulas and the atmosphere on planets to send lightning down on his enemies is another aspect of his primary systems, all his abilities stun enemies. Zeus can stun multiple enemies that are close-by in one cast.
Secondary Weapon System

Zeus's best defensive capability which is used in a radius, shields Zeus from outside projectiles and ranged attacks, whilst inside creates a massive tesla field that stun's enemies inside it's radius, yet deals minute amounts of damage through static electricty. He can also target this on ally frameworks, if they are close enough to him.

Zeus has a electro-magnetic movement system that allows him to hover instead of walk, this provides extra movment, considering he is such a slow walker. His movement is a lot more streamline, and he doesnt have to worry much about terrain. This puts a little bit off his armor weight.

Armor Type - Medium

Synchro Rate - 77%

Special Ability - CLASSIFIED SYSTEMS (error code X450F)

I changed back to ZEUS, because I believe that @Ariamis is right.
I hope this helps.

[User]
Mai then did something out of character. She brought her hand up as to properly salute before doing the "about face" out of the admin's room but half way up, her arm froze then came back down.

Then, Mai spoke up to Ritsu and Lorenzo but her voice didn't sound like a "drone" per say...in a way, it sounded more "normal" than anything.

"...I'm sorry sir...I guess I can't put this off after all. Been falling apart I feel ever since I got here. Even now, I'm not the same "killing machine" I was trained to be...but you must know. I've always had a grudge of sorts with my mo...with Maria Twilight codename "Angel"."

Mai then turned around. Her back to her two superiors.

"...that damn preminition or "future seeing" ability...you should know, despite Cain's best efforts to cover it up, I know the truth...my old "Professor" told me about it during training...it got to a point where she only started seeing SELECT future events...but then...it grew to the point where she started seeing EVERY possible outcome even during battles...to the point where her final moments were that of madness as her Framework "R-0" absorbed her...or so I was told..."

That's when Mai changed the subject and told Ritsu and Lorenzo of the "Cruxi" she saw in her vision. To what the Cruxi looked liked to what it tried to do when it "spoke".

Talking like a drone now, Mai said, "If that's all sir, I'd like to return to my quarters...I need to fix my inefficiencies by "hitting the books" as the saying goes."

[Assistant]
"Thank you for this privilege." Krista took the patch and pistol. She carefully attached the patch to her shoulder. She attached the pistol's holster to her harness at the shoulder. The heft weighed on her more than it's physical weight would suggest.

After they were dismissed the group dispersed quickly, mainly leaving for the mess hall. Even Elora went to talk to Lora before she could grab her attention. Krista was considering heading towards the mess hall when Romeo caught her attention.
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The boy was surprised by the decisions, to be sure. Glad that she had been one to get the promotion even though he was told to be one of those who used his brains. It seems the hesitation was enough to lower whatever ranking system was in use.

Still, he was glad she was selected over many of the other choices and it showed as he approached. Slipping the blade up the sleeve of his kimono, he offered her a soft salute to respect her more than her new station. Casting a look to the professor, he motioned to the doorway as an option to escape all of this tension.

"Je suis tellement fier pour vous...I am proud for you."

If she followed, he would be trying to lead her to the virtual training areas for a plan he had in mind.
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Krista smiled and replied, "Thanks Romeo. You did a good job out there too." After realizing that he was trying to lead her out of the room, Krista put a hand on Romeo's shoulder. "Actually Romeo," she said after he turned to face her, "I'd rather stay here in this hall. I've yet to meet the new guys and I don't want to go wandering off before they get a chance to meet me, and I would like to go talk to Elora afterwards." She cocked her head towards the mess hall. "But I'd be open to finding somewhere quiet after dinner if you'd like to talk in private though."

Romeo was stopped and surprised that she wanted to stick around but he understood. Back to the wall, next to the exit, he smiled softly and getured with a spinning downturned hand like someone mixing something. It was an intended gesture for her to go mill about and he hoped she understood that.

"I'd like that, I'll stay right here for a little bit, I'm in no mood to see what sort of military Cruxisludge they pass off for food without someone for backup."
***

Krista let out a small chuckle. "I still don't know how they make a grilled cheese taste bad." she said, "Though is there anything you would like to say right now though?"
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"They dont use real butter, it makes all of the difference." Romeo grew a soft smile as he thought about it. "I hope you like flowers, now go."

Krista nodded and went off to go greet the new cadets.

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Orion, had tried to sleep. It was redundant, he wouldn't be able to sleep. What had come over him?
It wasn't for him to just melt down, especially in-front of someone. I guess the memory of Kirsten, is just too much trauma for him.
Orion replayed the mock battle, over-and-over again. He just kept repeating it. It was the same thing each time, Elora gives up. She's had enough, it was all too much for her. It was exactly what Kirsten said before she died, something only known by him. Nobody else knew about Kirsten, in-fact it was a good idea to keep it that way. Orion decided to get up, maybe wander around a little bit. As Orion walked through into the Mess Hall, he decided to sit down a read through frame files.

He had specifically asked for the names of the pilots aswell as there profile to be excluded in the files he was given. So instead of using the servers database for frames, he used a chipset that was installed in his device. He could look at the Frames, with a moral respect for the privacy of other pilots, he'd rather meet them then just already know 40% about them. Orion methods were quite archaic when it came to socializing. He'd rather talk to someone upfront than, sitting behind a screen. Yet he has gotten used to the fact that, technology is probably the only way we are going to lead us into a victory. Not a mighty victory, nothing would be positive about this victory. It would be blood-stained, vicious and well downright inhumane.

Orion scrolled upon the Anzû Framewerk File. He had already known the name of the pilot, from Koehler. He looked through the information, scrolling down and up... analyzing everything he read. Like the majority of the frames, they all seemed like they actually belonged to the military, whilst ZEUS is more natural. Zeus's chassis flows like an actual body, unlike some of the Frames being quite robust and well man-made, man-made was the best way to describe it. This comes well known, considering that ZEUS is partially Cruxi.Orion sometimes felt guilt, that he was using something that was made from the ones who butchered his life apart.

"So Anzû, a rather mobile frame, would not of guessed flamethrowers. It would be rather hard to target, especially with a lightning bolt... though I could try and super-charge a focused bolt, make it fly at lightning speeds."

Orion thought about it and chuckled a bit.

"Hmm, I wonder if Yeshua is in the Mess Hall. I should talk to him about his Frame, I wonder if he noticed my Frames files being added to the database."

Orion thought. Orion switched his mind back to Elora for a second... he kept it in the back of his mind,

"How the hell did she just do that... remind him of her like that? How was it possible? Elora was a hell of a lot different to Kirsten, nothing alike... impossible."

Orion closed his device and leaned back against the wall, observing... everyone in the Mess Hall. He wondered who he would have the acquaintance of next, he couldn't wait to see them underestimate his ever so lovely childish demeanor, it was rather funny. There had only been one person, who treated Orion as if he wasn't a kid. That was Koehler, he wondered if there rooms were close to each other... Orion wondered alot. Orion lost his train of thought... and just decided to lean there, and relax... he needed to chill out.

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Orion, was so busy. Checking every Frame File. He looked at every Frame, to make use of what they can do and can't do. He was so focused, he didn't realize the Koehler had gotten into a fight with Yeshua. Apparently something happened with Elora. Orion felt rather bad about that, he left Elora and she apparently got hurt again. Orion found that rather odd. It'd been a while Orion, seemed to be himself again. He wouldn't dare show that side of him again. It's the only time his mental state has nearly switched outside of battle. Back to Yeshua and Koehler.

By the time, Orion got through. Too many people blocked Orion's path, thus the fight must've moved somewhere else. By the end of the fight, Orion decided to walk back to his dorm, see if he had any gifts from close-friends who made it off, Delta. Orion was worried about Koehler apparently he took a beating from Yeshua. Orion didn't want to hurt anyone... He decided to get the full story, and sort it out like the adults they have to be, not supposed to, but forced to be put into a role of an adult.

Orion left the Mess Hall, he had a couple of thoughts on his mind, Koehler and Elora both being prominent.
He got most of his information from other cadets. Hopefully some of it was exaggerated.


[System]
Alias: None.
Age: 24.
Appearance:

Faction: Civilian.
Occupation: Court Stenographer.

Bio:
I was born and raised in Manhattan so it's no surprise that I'm as knowledgeable about the streets as any of the other law enforcers out there. The only problem is that my dad won't let me join the police force. 'It's too dangerous' he'd say, 'I don't want to see you die' he'd insist even though he allowed me to go through the academy; maybe in hopes that it would scare me away from the idea, but this valedictorian was far from scared. Though it seems like no one's righting the wrongs in the city; the only place he'd let me even get _close_ to any action is as a Court Stenographer, type type type, type and more type, is all I ever do and while I'm not allowed to talk about the things I learn while I'm typing away on the funny looking keyboard… I learn a lot about the city, its people and just how corrupt the, so called, 'ideals' are. If my mom was alive, she'd be very disappointed at the things my father's allowing this city, and it's people to get away with.

Sure I enjoy the higher end of life and the finer things that come with it; fancy parties, big apartment flats and smoking hot cars. But knowing it comes from, well blood money, doesn't exactly make one feel nice. I will share with you a little information. Something that I know that most people don't… Robert Locksley is a pain in the a**. Whenever he was in court, it felt like he'd purposefully talk faster just to see if I could keep up, and smart too. I'd watch defense attorneys' knees buckle in fear when he'd enter the room. It's sad to see he's not practicing law anymore (don't ask me what happened, I don't know), but it's nice not to see his arrogant personality anymore.

I have noticed an increase in homeless people lately, which is sad in its own right. So I've made it a point to try to give whatever spare change I have to someone who I pass. I do see one however, that seemed to be pretty mobile as I run into him in quite a few places, one of my favorites was I was coming out of the donut shop and he held out his cup and instead of asking for change he asked for a donut. I laughed so hard that I gave him half of mine. I think he knows my route though, because every day when I go in for work, he's begging by the courthouse so every day I drop off a donut to my beggar friend. It's not money but it's food right?

Personality: Rather hard headed and diplomatically argumentative, it's not her way or the highway but she's not afraid to point out flaws and the negatives. Has a certain charm about her that helps her get what she wants and plays the innocent/dumb blonde card really well. All and all, she's a nice girl, just rough around the edges.

Skills/abilities:
~A ridiculously fast typer, obviously because of her job.
~Memory based around vocabulary, either written or spoken; a photographic memory only for words if you will.
~Hand-to-Hand combat training thanks to the academy.
~Gun usage, prefers a hand-held pistol but for obvious reasons (thanks dad) it doesn't happen often.

Family/Loves Ones: One father (Chief of Manhattan), mother's dead. Siblings? Possibly… Someone wanna play a brother who joins the Merry Men?! I think that would be fun! Maybe friends with one of the female merry men? They went to school together or something?!

Other: Loves to gossip about the Merry Men and their actions with her friends outside of work. In work they'd get rather butt-hurt that their employees were happy with what the Merry Men were doing but it's about time there is some justice out there! And she never misses church and confession with Tryone Tuck.

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Robert was enjoying himself. Marian was on his arm, they were getting glances from people, some clearly not that happy to see this sight. He didn't know if it was because they were jealous, or just didn't like him. He didn't really care right now. She looked behind her to see what Edward was doing, and Robert tried to find a table for the two of them. She apologized, and Robert shook his head and smiled. "Don't worry. It's not my first time helping a girl in need." He approved of that little hidden reference, but then also realized that that could have been taken a completely different way, which he didn't want.

He sat down with his plate of... nothing. She caught him offguard so he didn't have time to get food. But he looked at her and gave her a genuine smile, although it would pass as a fake one in a time like this. "I think I can handle him. Hides behind his dad's wallet, doesn't really show respect of personal space, or act like a gentleman when it matters most." Robert said, glancing over at him and giving him a small smirk and nod. He looked back over at Marian. "Although I'm one to talk, right? I didn't really leave a nice impression when I... had to leave. I hope you don't think i'm anything like Eddy over there. Because I'm not." He didn't know if his words would mean anything to her, but it was probably the only time they'll get to talk any time soon with him getting his career back, and his late nights of being Robin Hood.

"I'll save you the trouble of leaving though. You're the one with the food." He pretended his phone was ringing, pulling out of his pocket, looking at it, then looking back at Marian. He stood up, walking over to her side of the table, and leaning down to give a convincing kiss on the cheek. His lips didn't touch her skin, although he wanted very badly to. "It really is good to see you again, Marian." Robert said before standing back up, walking towards the door, and pretending to talk on the phone.

Going back to work on an empty stomach, Robert spent most of the day looking at the files, doing his best to hide the fact that he was also looking for the people connected to ruining his career. It was a long process, and he clearly didn't have all the available access to the files... He was going to have to give them something on Robin Hood. To gain their trust, and get more clearance. It was risky, it could get Robin and his followers some more heat for a very little bit, but in the end the city will be safe.

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Marian settled down across from him and looked down at his plate compared to hers. Well, she really caught him off guard didn't she? When he said he could handle him, she tilted her head slightly. Really? Was he really willing to face Edward; even Robert couldn't be that arrogant… or maybe it wasn't arrogance, maybe it was standing up for what he was feeling could be right. Maybe… maybe.

Upon his mention of being the one to talk, she did a head bob in slight agreement. He was a jerk, there was no doubt about that but he seemed to almost be… well sorry. Her gaze moved from her plate to him when he said he wasn't like Edward and said it with a force of meaning which caused her to raise her eyebrows at him. Her eyebrows dropped slightly as he said that he would leave instead of her. Was he serious? Had he actually changed… "Okay…" She said softly in a small bit of a surprise. As he came to her side of the table and leaned down, she wasn't sure what was happening and nearly froze in her seat, his hot breath so close to her cheek that she felt her face flush completely red and held onto her breath. As he talked to her against her ear she felt her body shiver and she pressed her lips together firmly, doing her best not to make a weird noise or jerk at the sudden feeling of his hot breath against her soft skin.

When he finally left she let out her breath she had been holding. Holy crap that was a lot in a small amount of time. She shivered in her seat. It had been a long time since someone had been that close to her that wasn't the creepy individual that was Edward Taylor. Most men wouldn't come near her, thinking she belonged to Edward, like she was stamped as his property which was far from the truth. It took a while for her to finish her meal… Robert was the man to give her some form of attention aside from Edward and it was surprising… okay, maybe there was one other guy; Robin Hood.

When Marian finished eating she snooped around a little more, discovering nothing new and that no one had any information about why Robert was brought back, but she did find him in his old office going through files and clicking through a computer. He was so focused he probably didn't notice the blonde walking by… but he did notice a knock on his door.

"Mister Locksley. I have a pizza delivery for you." The young man in the pizza shirt placed a small pepperoni pizza on the table and waved his hand. "Someone paid for it already. They said you didn't eat and should have some food. It was pre-paid. Have a good day." With that the young pizza guy left.

Marian sat at her desk watching the young pizza man come by the window looking into her office. He stopped at her door and she got up, walking to him to sign the slip and give him a cash tip. "Thank you." She said with a smile, "Have a great day." She said with a grin as he left and she went back to her desk.

Time rolled by and the end of the day seemed like it was taking forever. The blonde ran her fingers through her hair as she reached forward and checked her phone to see that her father had texted her to check on her. With that she answered him back, letting him know that she was okay and she stayed in for lunch but if she wanted to go out for dinner he'd just have to deal with it. He wasn't happy about it but he did agree that he couldn't keep his daughter on lock-down.

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Robert kept going through files, searching things up about familiar names of CEO's or people high up in politics. His jacket was off, his tie a bit loose, and his sleeves rolled up as he glared at the screen or files. He never realized how hungry he was until he looked up and smelled the pizza the man in his office was holding. He explained how he knew he didn't eat today, and his eyebrows were raised in confusion. Who would buy him a pizza? His first day back, and people were too surprised to talk to him, or even know that very little known fact. Then it occurred to him that it could be courtesy of the beautiful blonde he was in love with, and he gave a smile. "Thank you very much... But, here's a tip." Robert pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to him, which he eager accepted. Once he left, Robert consumed a lot of pizza in a short time, and continuing his work but thinking about the kind act that Marian did for him... Maybe he should do the same for her... In a sneaky, charming little way. Maybe he could get that official unofficial date with her after all tonight.

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Later that night Robert was back in his apartment, his laptop and files now here as well. He also had one of the members of the Merry Men with her. Gwen Hathaway sat behind her laptop on his couch. "You sure you want to do this? I mean, its romantic-- but in a very creepy way." She called out to him. Robert was in his bedroom trying to pick out something casual, but nice. "I'm positive! Just hack the computer, and find that 'Robin Hood' and 'Steelport Seaside Bar and Grill' happen to have something in common." Hopefully she would be curious enough to go there, and when Robin Hood doesn't show up, Robert will be there, and they will start talking, and she will get to see the new and improved Robert! Well, that was the plan at least. He hoped she wasn't still too mad or thought badly of Robert because of his past... he couldn't blame her though.

"Alright.... And, it begins." She said as she started hacking in the computer of Marian Anderson.

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Marian's day went by rather fast which was a blessing in itself. A long sigh left her as she walked through her house, a smile dancing along her face as she did so. The last time she was 'walked home' was by Robin Hood and as you can imagine, that thought was still on her mind. Body draped in a robe, she left her laptop open doing her own personal research on whom Robin Hood was. As much as she'd like to think that she was making a breakthrough when it came to figuring out exactly who he was… she wasn't.

Humming to herself, she skipped through her house making herself some tea. While she was gone, Gwen patched into Marian's computer. "It looks like we're in luck. She's been researching already." With that she typed a few things and opened up a pre-created webpage on Marian's computer.

Gwen's timing was perfect, considering the blonde had just returned to her computer to see a webpage she didn't think she had opened. Moving the mouse along the website, there was information she didn't know that someone had found out about Robin Hood. In worry someone, like her father's men, might attempt to look through her computer history in order to use what information she might find in their own personal way to find Robin Hood. She scribbled down the address of the restaurant and decided to go during the evening when all the 'rich' people are out and about. Maybe he'll be there…

"There was a long amount of hesitation than she erased her history and closed the website. I think you're good to go Robert but… it's still kinda creepy."

7pm rolled around, the time when business people were out hunting for others to take home and… well that's not the reason the blonde was walking into the restaurant but she did hope she might run into the vigilante himself . Marian dressed herself in her favorite strapless wrapped white dress and heels. Upon her entrance, she was greeted by the host. "Hello miss, table for one?"

"Oh actually I was just going to take a seat bar." She said politely giving a gentle jester towards the bar. How would she know it was Robin Hood? Granted he probably would recognize her and maybe… maybe even talk to her! But all she could do was hope right now.

Marian took a seat at the bar, no purse this time, keeping everything in a small pocket against the dress to keep things safe and now, all she could do was wait… wait and order a martini. Why? She's at a bar, why not!