[System]
Age: 97
Species: Werewolf
Goals/Faction: Mattias is a loner travelling the world to eliminate all hostile vampires from existence.
Backstory: In his life before leaving Alaska, Mattias found that he greatly disagreed with his pack's principles. That all vampires were the scum of the Earth, and that all humans were ruining the planet. He knew that vampires and humans were both capable of great evil, but he was also aware that where there was the capability to do wrong, was also the capability to do right. Mattias wanted to protect the innocent people still out there from harm, so he left his pack and began his travels.
Before all of this and during the Nightwars, Mattias was one of the few that refused to take up arms with Magnus against the humans, believing the former to be crazy and his plan absurd. He was ridiculed at the war's start for not conforming, and then resented at the war's end for being right. This only contributed to his self imposed exile from the pack.
Mattias often considered attempting to join Soldier, but deigned that tying himself to a set of rules might impede him somewhere along the line. He's still not certain if that is the right choice.
Personality: While Mattias has faith in human and vampire-kind, he is far from an idealist. He knows that people are inherently selfish, and that most vampires would sooner suck a human dry than attempt to coexist with them. He does however know that GOOD people are being made victims of violence every day.
Powers/Skills: Aside from the typical strengths and weaknesses of a werewolf, Mattias also possess greatly improved senses, being able to pick up the scent of a vampire and track it to the source from a significant distance away. He also boasts night vision and impressive hearing.
Equipment/Weapons: He's strong enough even in human form that he doesn't require much in the way of weaponry.
Themesong: Uhh… Eye of the Tiger? I actually think that might be somewhat accurate.

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The creature stared quizzically at the new arrival, blood dripping from it's maw. Why had the fighting stopped? It growled periodically whenever an insult was thrown it's way, and by the end of Bedivere's speech the creature was snarling at the vampire and poised to strike, barely held back by the small but powerful conscious man riding passenger.

Mattias' mind was reeling at this turn of events. The werewolf knew of this creature of the night, and of his power. The strength of one being alone would not be enough to defeat him. If Mattias and the Soldier agents alike both gave attacking Bedivere their all, could they really even win? And what of these "options" proposed? Only a few people saw Mattias before he changed, maybe he could make a rush for the exit and high tail it out of here? No, not a chance. There didn't seem to be any plausible way out of this one. I'm going to have to wait for the agents to make a move and follow their lead. Going against the grain here will only get me killed.

[Assistant] Sonja being the more rational of the Trio of ex mercs took a step forward, clearly raising her hands and showing that she had sheathed her weapon. "Sir, if i may just have moment of your time to explain the situation more, as what you have gathered is only half the story." she got a few looks of disgust from the vampires that did surround them. "Er, what are you doing Sonja" Katya asked still looking for an exit or a distraction. "Yeah bitch what the hell" Ash shouted to her trying to decided whether she should just take a shot at the geezer. "Jesus christ would you two please shut the fuck up for like two minutes. Anyways, back to what i was saying before. We were never here to exterminate vampires, we were here on peaceful terms. we were to just check the governments security so any vampires that i think you still call ferals are contained and the threat to all parties is neutralized. As for the 'hunter' bit, its merely a Callsign. you see the three of us...."  she said pointing back to Katya and Ashley. "...were Ex Military. it was more nostalgic than its literal term, you see. As for the attack, well we can show you that since we entered the bar there were hostilities towards us. we have video footage to prove it. plus it was not us who threw the first punch, or glass in this case. non of our agents threw a glass it came as a suprise to us all. we merely defended ourselves, as im sure you would have done in the same situation"

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Mithias could have sworn he heard the growls and roar of a werewolf somewhere behind him. So he had seen one. That mortal-looking young man with the dark hair at the door had a wild spark in his eyes. It must have been him. A werewolf in London was an extraordinary rarity, but the vampire's intrigue would have to wait. Right now, he was on the ground slugging the zygomatic arch of a somewhat older vampire with a right hook, the one that had grabbed him with some kind of shadow tendril.

The vampire's face came back slowly with a fanged grin. Clearly the punch hadn't been enough to discourage him. He laughed mockingly, daring Mithias to try something else. Bearing his own fangs in a frown, Mithias quickly reached for a bottle off the end of the bar and tried that, smashing it over the other's head with a splash. Such good alcohol gone to waste. Just as the stoic vampire was about to claw out Mithias' throat, the alcohol inexplicably caught fire, going up fast all over him. He reared up like a startled horse and completely forgot everything else besides his flaming head. Mithias scrambled up and kicked him into the furniture.

A high pitched crack cut the air as the glass pool began to give way. Occupants above vacated promptly before the bottom shattered downward in a large section, creating a significant but temporary waterfall. The water moved tables and bodies as it shoved past everyone's legs in its escape. Certain lights flickered and died as wires were flooded and equipment was damaged.

Mithias Varomere felt it more keenly and quickly than anyone else, the sudden appearance of that unmistakable presence, his aura itself triggering a sensation that jolted him like an electric current running through his core. Mithias froze. Lord Bedivere had arrived.

The rest of the clubbers felt it as well, particularly the attuned undead. The fighting was put on hold for the moment, no one daring to draw the attention of the club's owner who was most assuredly, already pissed.

Bedivere quickly killed his manager, the bartender, then casually rounded the bar and grabbed his special sanguine stock. Everybody just watched him, at least everybody that was still conscious. With the compensatory murder and quality drink beginning to alleviate his displeasure, Bedivere delivered his list of options, ultimatums basically, and the disgruntled band of Soldier agents and werewolf stood dumbfounded, frantically processing their situation. The obvious release of the cursed blade of darkness, Excalibur, from its sheath-disguise as an umbrella made clear that Bedivere was ready and willing to deliver option four.

Two strange vampires with violet hued eyes looked to be preparing for another fight off to the side. The werewolf also snarled and flexed at the vampire lord impressively, but fortunately stayed its ground. At least, he didn't seem to want to eat Soldier agents tonight.

For a long moment, long by vampire standards, Mithias looked at Bedivere from across the bar, his expression unreadable. Their eyes met and locked on each other. The lights continued to fritz and what lumination remained began to dim even further as it was slowly consumed by Bedivere's blade. There was no escaping now, and certainly no victory. Being brave, and rational, Sonja began to explain, but her words were received as a mere pointless chirping. Deeds had already been done, deals stuck, blood spilt, kings checked, and nobody was going to look at a video feed.

"Sonja." Mithias was looking at her. He slowly shook his head, meaning it was futile. He would be the one to step up to handling this, as was his position.

Water sloshing around his lower legs, Mithias began walking over to the bar. "This, Soldiers, is Lord Bedivere of Sinews, Knight of Camelot, former Lord under Dracula, owner of Du lac, and suspected head of an illegal vampire mafia deeply involved in political manipulation." The accusation was cute in comparison to the truth. Mithias put a hand on the drink that had been poured for him and cast his golden eyes down to it, specifically avoiding Bedivere's gaze. "You have me in a bind, Sir Bedivere. You are a knight as I am, and a vampire of honor. In promising the survival of my men, you leave me no choice but to surrender myself. I cannot chose another option. I know you will keep your word and let them go." Mithias looked to Rin and Roman, and slightly to the very unexpected werewolf, to see their reactions.

Roman could tell by looking at him that Mithias was telling the truth. Contrary to what Roman or Rin might have hoped, Mithias didn't give any indication that he was planning a fancy doublecross to get out of this later or anything. He looked to be simply accepting terms.

[Assistant]
Katya wanted to stop it but even she knew it was too late. "Im sorry but im not standing by as another of my commanding officers is taken from us. not again." She screamed as she went to draw her gun from its holster but Sonja had gotten there first and taken her gun before she did something stupid.

"I do apologise for this evenings events, do go back to your partying 'Lord' Bedivere" she said dragging Katya out of the bar by her jacket. "What in gods name do you think your doing, pulling a gun on someone that gave us an out. are you actually that stupid Kat. Look i dont like the fact that right now we have lost our CO but dont think we aint going back for him. even if command says no. You know how i like my Ops to go, live to fight another day."

Ashley was still inside the bar as Katya was dragged away. "So i guess this is goodbye Commander Varomere. its been nice knowing you. i guess." she went to walk out the door too but turned at the last minute to talk to the two agents still inside the club. "Allison, Roman you coming." she was stood close by the werewolf aswell and she couldnt imagine what they'd do to it if she didnt offer to take it with her. "You coming to boy?" she said to it as if speaking to a dog.

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Just like the rest of the crew, Allison neither did stay put as the fight began. The three girls next to her kicked their chairs into some of them and immediately started firing their pistols. Finally some action! She grabbed her chair as she stood up and smashed it right on the closest vampire head Join us on our next mission they said, it will be a piece of cake they said!

Instead of making things worse by simply shooting all hostiles dead Allison decided to warm up with a bit CQC. She cracked her knuckles with a smile as she noticed the black-haired woman who made fun of her before "So you will be my oponnent? Come at me, I will show you what this 'fair game' is capable of, bitch!"
The vampire sighed. Smiling at Allison she said "Oh my I think someone has to teach you manners. I am going to give you a severe beating so that you realise where your place is."
"Oh don't worry, I exactly know my place. It's with my fist in your face!" Allison snarled at the woman as she charged at her.

Still smiling the vampire woman either dodged or blocked Allisons attacks "What is that all? And I thought you wanted to beat me." It was this single moment where she underestimated Allison and let her guard down. With a low kick Allison instantly sweeped the vampire off her feet. "Oh, I am just getting warmed up." Allison mocked her, but before they could continue their fight something, unfortunate happened.

With the glass ceiling shattering the 'Lord' made his appearance. All the fighting stopped abruptly as he grabbed a drink from the bar after disposing of the bartender. He offered four options to the intruders or rather Mithias, who seemed to know Lord Bedivere of Sinews. Sonja tried to talk them out of their situation, but even Allison facepalmed at her.
You can't talk yourself out of this one, we are clearly at a disadvantage. But he is right, with these geniuses fucking up the Op and shooting people, SOLDIER will have no other choice if they don't want to be labled as a group of terrorists. Not really like I have a problem with that, there are enough people out there who want to see me dead already...

Allison wasn't too happy with Mithias picking option three, but it probably was the best choice as the leader of the group. Katya was about to screw up some more, but thankfully she was stopped by Sonja. While Katya was dragged outside and Ashley walked to the entrance Allison was sill standing there a bit longer. "You know, Varomere, SOLDIER just paid me to follow your orders, so if this is your final decision. I'll take my leave." Allison said before she turned around. As she walked towards the entrance she glared at the black-haired vampire woman as she passed her You got lucky this time...

[Assistant]
Sonja grabbed her radio from her belt and changed the frequency to that of SOLDIER command. "Command, this is Hunter two six. Mission is a failure. Commander Varomere has been captured. we have very little equipment left. requesting immediate Evacuation of all Remaining agents."

Katya heard exactly what Allison was saying. how could she leave now, after all they'd been through in the past she was just gonna up and leave. "Hey what the hell. you cant just leave, not now not after everything that we've been through. did none of that matter to you at all?"

A voice came back over the Radio to Sonja. "Negative Hunter two six. We cannot spare any of our extraction units to get you out of england at this point. We can however give you the location of hidden cache in the area that has a zodiac boat. if your squad can get to that and get into international waters, then we may be able to get a chopper to come and pick up the boat. The cache is on the coast at Weymouth, the helicopter will pick you up at Rousse in Guernsey in a week. Acting as of now Hunter two two, Agent Radcliffe is in command of your Unit. Good luck Hunter two six"

[User] The creature gave a last threatening bark, then allowed Mattias to regain control, shifting forms into that of a human. There was no more need to fight. Not here and not now. Mithias really was something, wasn't he? There weren't that many vampires out there that would give themselves up to someone like Bedivere to save the lives of a few humans. Mattias sighed deeply, and lit a cigarette. "You know," He said between drags. "The world could sure use more vampires like you in it." The werewolf nodded at Mithias. "I'll take my leave now." He caught up with Ashley, carefully stepping over the corpses and broken furniture littering the floor. "Never call me that again if you value your neck, toots." The tone of his voice was jovial, but one could barely perceive the veiled threat beneath.


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Age: 20

Appearance: Cecil is a broad youth, standing at six feet three inches with somewhat developed muscle and a large bone structure. He has tanned skin and thick black hair cut within an inch of his scalp. His eyes are a pale green, sharp in a perpetual frown. His nose is straight and slightly bold, and stubble often coats his jaw. He favours dark clothing, often wearing bluejeans with a black shirt and sports jacket and black runners.

Year of Education: 12

Favourite Subject: Physical Education

Personality: Cecil is first and foremost an isolated individual, unskilled and inexperienced with other people. As he grew into adulthood, his social fear diminished, leaving behind bluntness and stark disinterest. He is often numb to the energy around him, and strongly independent. Another side-effect of his introverted nature is his quick temper and violent anger, and he is prone to physically lashing out when in distress. Usually only inanimate objects are targeted by this habit, but it can stem to other people in the worst of times. In the best of times Cecil is a clear-headed and thoughtful individual, quick-learning and wilful with strong coordination and problem-solving capabilities.

Background: Cecil grew up in a relatively untroubled family, though his livid outbursts quickly made others wary of him. He never had an easy time in school, and at a young age was often the target of aggression from his classmates. In his 10th year, Cecil altogether ejected himself from the school system, finding seclusion in his bedroom deeply more comfortable. He returned to school after accepting it as a hurdle he needed to overcome, joining a local highschool in a special degree that permitted him to attend until turning 21.

Significant Relationships with any other Characters: Casual friends with Vanessa, who he knows as a fellow introvert and someone he can find to pass the time or enjoy unconditional companionship.

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The sun blazed vengefully, as if it had been attacked and was now throwing its almighty retribution upon those who have aggrieved it. Jack Smith was sitting in English, a blank page with his name scrawled in the margin. He leaned back, swinging in the treacle heat, every movement stifled by the exhaustive heat. His head craned back and gazed at the neon lights, the luminosity blinding him. Jack stared on. "Mr Smith? Everything okay?" Mr Reynam asked, the sickly sarcastic tone evident in his reedy voice. "As always, sir, as always," Jack replied, deadpan. He didn't move, the secreted giggles of his class mates and the tired sigh escaping the weary heart of his teacher signal enough that he had finished the conversation. He thought about last night, about Robyn. Robyn was Jack's bestfriend for years. He appreciated that. She was chill, honest, a good laugh, smart, and as Jack has begun to notice, attractive. A shameful thought, that was his best friend, how could he? Through the slits in the window blinds Jack could feel the seeping heat of Sol. It glared angrily upon the Earth. He melted gracefully in the warmth. But in a crescendo of light, a magnificent final display of the finest orchestra in the history of ever, something that if truly witnessed could force an emotionless vessel to his knees and weep for the beauty of everything in that very moment, of the poetic dance of the atoms in the air and land, the sun stopped being. The desks and chairs in the classroom collectively shook as the students shivered. It wasn't cold, but it was so damn cold. The class blackened infinitely. It drowned the noise and buried it like a dead pet in the backyard. Mr Reynam, who was stood at the window seemed to spill away onto another layer of reality.

The classroom was stunned. People looked at one another, but nothing was exchanged. A kid sat next to him in the drowning black spoke. "What in the fucking fuck..." he asked. Jack turned around despite the fact that no-one could see in the dark. "Nerds," Jack said affectionately. "What's happening?" A nasaly voice in the corner replied. "It's an eclipse, but Jack, there's not supposed to be another eclipse for, well shit, a while. Is there any signal on your phone?" the voice asked. Jack pulled his phone out. No signal. "Nope." The voice remained quiet. Another voice spoke up though. "Sun flare with an eclipse? But why aren't the phones out...?" it pondered. Jack stood up. "Wait here a minute."

Jack bumped his way to the door and opened it. It was just as dark out here. Doors creaked open. "Guys!" he shouted into the depths. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone. Come meet me at Mr Reynam's class," he said, the worries vibes of the students reaching Jack. People scampered up to him, a group of five or six sheepishly standing around. "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes. Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well."

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Valerie wasn't entirely sure what was happening.

Everything was plodding along like normal, less than five minutes ago. Valerie had been sat in chemistry class, absently messing with the Bunsen burner flame in front of her as her lab partner rattled of the next step of the experiment they were supposed to be doing. Her partner, Angela, was nice enough, but the word 'interesting' certainly did not apply to her. Valerie nodded politely and carried out the method read out to her, wondering how long till the end of the lesson. She was gazing absently at the clock, its hands as slow as if ticking through treacle... when It happened.

If only she knew what 'It' was.

Her world plunged into darkness, and she felt the ground shake violently as though the earth was roaring. And the noise...something spectacular was happening but she, sat in this insignificantly classroom with her back to the window, wasn't able to bear witness to it. The flames of Bunsen burners all blinked out almost instantaneously and a frantic chatter broke out. Valerie nearly toppled off her chair as she fumbled for the edge of her desk to stop herself from losing her balance entirely. Angela was murmuring wildly, her tone fluctuating rapidly as she tried to work out what was happening and Valerie merely blinked, forcing her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. She felt herself shiver and then realised it was from the cold that had unfolded silently in the absence of the light.

"What happened? I can't see anything! It's freezing!"
"Mrs Rodgers...she was helping me f-f-ix my solution...she just vanished! Like, literally! Flashed out of existence!"
"Oh, shit! I just dropped my phone in the hydrochloric acid!"

Valerie, her feet itching with adrenaline, leapt off her chair and headed towards the doorway. She needed to move. Something freaky had happened and no way was she simply going to sit and wait for someone - she was a get-up-and-go type of person. A few others had a similar idea and she had to squeeze past them out the doorway. The corridor beyond them didn't illuminate the situation. Literally; the lights were out there too and she had to squint to see what was going on.

It only occurred to her to use her phone as light when she saw other doing it to. Grinning at her idiocy - for how else can you react in a situation as bizarre as this? - she slipped the cool, metallic object out her pocket and held it out in front of herself like a lantern. Kids streamed past her, their faces frozen in mirrored expressions of confusion, irritation and fear. She saw someone yelling at the end of the corridor and made a beeline for them, relieved that some sort of order was beginning to form amidst the chaos. Maybe a teacher had shown up to shed some sort of light on what exactly was happening.

But it appeared the source was no older than her - a guy, yelling orders about designated leaders, or something. Unthinkingly, she glided forward, determined to be involved in whatever was happening. She hated this sickening disorientation of having such a familiar routine destroyed without even a shred of an answer to how, why, what or who. And the whole thing seemed way too elaborate - too large, too real - to be a prank. She pushed her way forward.

"This is just crazy - where are the teachers? And why is it so cold?" she felt herself babble as much to herself as anyone else, trembling both from the cold and fear of the unknown.

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1:27 PM. That's what Cecil's watch said, the dots between the hours and minutes flickering with each painful second. Almost an hour left of class, and Cecil was already fighting sleep. He cradled his jaw in his palm and cast his eyes at the sheaf of lined paper below him, trying to hide his bowing eyelids - the topmost page, naked of any ink, reflected his thoughts. This is how he often spent his time in English 40. There was nothing to learn that interested him. He didn't care about variables or aestheticism. Telling a story was dead simple, you just did it. And everyone else either liked it or they didn't - it didn't matter to him.

 His head snapped back up and he realized he had drifted off. For how long? He checked his watch.

 1:29

 Cecil sighed quietly and snagged the bottle of water from in front of him. He closed his eyes, tipping his chin, bottle and chair back in equal measure - then something hit him, hit his spine like a bolt of lightning. His muscles convulsed in a wrenching shiver, sending his chair over sideways, and he fell back into the corner of the room.

 Regret instantly filled him, flush with the pang of embarrassment. It took him a moment to realize his world was dark, and panic washed away all else. I'm blind. Oh fuck, I'm blind. What the fuck did I do?

 It was only when he heard the other voices that his frantic mind quieted.

 "...can't see..."
 "...what happened..."
 "...some kind of eclipse..."

 Fragments of disembodied speech filled the room. Cecil stood, feeling his way up the wall behind him. If it was an eclipse, the light would return momentarily, and he only had to wait. Hopefully it hid his wipeout, too. Only one thing was curious to him: Mrs. Foster, the short, plump and talkative English teacher was strangely absent from the calls of the others. Maybe she's having a panic attack, Cecil thought, a slight wry smile touching his lips.

 It was then he heard the calls from the hallway. A male student's voice bounced between the walls, quieting the others. "One person out the door at a time, light the hallway with your phone." There was an air of realization, and then a dozen faint lights began to dance in the air of the classroom, drawing silhouettes of young men and women before him.

 Cecil smirked once again. Not everyone has a phone. He included himself on the list; sadly, it left him at a disadvantage in that situation. The ambient blue glow from the other students was enough to light his way, however, and he quietly shuffled through the doorway and into the looming dark beyond.

 The source of the voice became apparent: Jack Smith, a loud-mouthed kid he'd seen around the school. He always seemed to be the centre of attention, talking over the quieter students with a self-satisfied light in his eyes. Cecil never liked the way he spoke, and his next words were all but appropriate to how Cecil discerned his character.

 "Congratulations, amigos, you're all the designated leaders of each of your classes," Jack said in his smug tone. "Now, does anyone have any fucking clue what in the name of shit is going on? I need answers, and help, and this is not going well."

 Once again, Cecil thought, standing still in the shadows two rooms down from Jack. A kid who thinks he's the most important thing on the planet. He contended himself with observing the influx of students, only one thing rousing him from his cynical stare. Where are the teachers?


[System]
October 31st

Age
26

Formula and Sexuality
Versatile and Homosexual

Goal
To be a little more out of shell. Do what friends do. Hangout and things. Or attempt to.

Marriage/Family/Love Life
Has been in one relationship four years ago. But he shut himself in after the break up. Has a grey she-cat named Miko. His father, having died when Alver was fifteen, was a kind man. While his mother still lives working as a policewoman. Rarely home.

Occupation
Writer/Manga Artist/Artist

Appearance

Height: 7'0
Weight: 180 lb
Other prominent traits: His skin is ghostly pale, odd lavender colored eyes that occasionally change depending on the angle with the sunlight. White hair. Often wears a pair of glasses or contacts. Despite being tall, he's pretty skinny and almost looks fragile. But he can still pull off a judo move or two.

Middleschool/Highschool Clique
He's the nerdy, introvert sort of person.

Past Crush
He had a crush on Mikaela Winter during his school years. Alver felt a silent connection or familiarity towards his childhood friend. Perhaps because they both were... off in their own way. Bullied, misjudged. Alver didn't particularly have much hesitation when he figured out what he was feeling, and ended up confessing. Yet he was turned down. Heartbroken and crushed, he felt a bit bitter yet he just smiled in response. Then his father died, and the combination of grief assisted in secluding himself from everyone.

Current Crush
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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No.

Personality
Alver is sort of quiet at first, mostly because he starts out suspicious of other people due to what his parents often warned him about and his previous encounters. Due to this, he can be sarcastic, sometimes a smart-ass, and let out a bit more of his dark sarcastic humor. He's also sometimes a bit mean and bitter when it comes to people who seem to feel overly sorry for themselves. He doesn't mean to be cruel, it just comes out that way. However, he's a pretty mature, sweet and kind boy who's rather calm most of the time. Pretty level headed, and doesn't enjoy fights. He's naturally curious and adventurous and enjoys wandering about often, seeming to ignore any possible danger. Although he doesn't have a lot of social skills and finds it difficult on how to talk to others, he does want other people's company even for a little bit. Having been secluded most of his life. But he's always willing to lend a friendly ear to those who feel down, giving his own friendly advice and opinions. Quite a fatherly/brotherly figure towards those younger than him. He loves flowers, stargazing, singing and playing the piano. As well as practicing Judo his father taught him. He also likes animals. Despite his overall kind nature, he can be mischievous and enjoys teasing others and has a little bit of dark humor. Despite others not usually enjoying his presence and sometimes hating his own appearance, he has a small bit of pride in his looks and never really attempts hiding his hair anymore, even growing it out into a longer length. He also enjoys taking advantage of those who are a bit scared of him from the 'demonic, ghost, vampire' rumors.

He is however quite a bit naïve. Mostly a introvert during the day, and spending most of his time drawing or reading, he's not very good with technology or picking up certain things. He hasn't watched many movies, or adventured the internet other than strictly for work, sayings usually fly over his head, and he usually thinks his looks drive people away, so he never notices if people actually find him attractive. He's neat and organized, his house quite tidy and doesn't quite enjoy a mess. Though usually is the one who always cleans up even if the mess isn't his. Though he does enjoy wearing loose clothes as they are comfy. Likes cute things (including people).

Short Bio
On the day of Halloween, October 31st, gave birth to a boy with striking white hair and very pale white skin. Eyes a pretty light lavender color that often seemed to change color depending on where the light struck them. Sometimes lavender, sometimes a very light pale blue, and even a tinge of red people would say. His parents were quite shocked to see such a pale baby and wondered if he was just unhealthy, having never seen someone as pale as a ghost. He wasn't, the was just born with the gene of extremely rare pigments of a albino. So, his mother named him Alver, meaning "White" in Latin-American, along to fit with his last name, Rozu meaning Rose. His parents worried over his well being, as the doctors gave them proper diagnostics of possible defects of albinos, as well as studying their own research. They feared he would burn easily and wouldn't be able to see well since he had such low pigments in his eyes.

So he was quite sheltered as a child. His parents often trying to keep him indoors and away from people, in fear of others reaction. As well as not wanting their son to burn easily or hurt his eyes further. Alver however was the curious sort. He wanted to go outside, play, interact with the other children. Including going to school like everybody else. In which case, his parents relented as long as he wore a hoodie, brought a umbrella and sunglasses with him. Of course this made him look a bit more awkward.

His father died when Alver was fifteen, and his mother spends most her time working as a policewoman. Through his time in public school, he was often bullied for his looks. But he stayed around and put up with it so he could be with his friends. However, when his friendships fell apart... So did he. Unable to handle it and becoming bitter over people, he left public school to be home schooled. Shutting out the world and finding comfort in his own tiny one.

When he was fifteen year old and he was out playing by himself, he was kidnapped by a group of shady people. His parents were of course on the case and hunted them down, however, during the rescue, Son Rozu was shot in the crossfire and bled out. He lost his father that day and he blames himself for it. This was what really made him shut and push everyone away. Not wanting to put others in danger just because of how he looked. He didn't want to see someone else bleed and die in front of him like his father. Especially someone he cared about.

As a adult after his friendship broke with his childhood friends and his father's death, he more or less secluded himself from people as much as possible. Save the occasional few from work.

Other
*He has sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So he doesn't like loud places or strong smelling areas.
*He likes to play piano and sing occasionally.
*He enjoys cooking and is actually quite good at it.
*He'a a bit of a clean freak and his house is kept tidy.
*A habit of is that he takes care of others. Makes sure people are well fed, makes sure their clothes are straight, makes sure they have what they need. It's why he was taken advantage of by bullies as he'd usually 'help' them with their homework or give away his lunch. That and he his friends usually poked fun at how he could be a mother hen.
*He has a high dislike/fear of any vehicle and usually avoids using them.
*If ever he goes out in sunlight, he wears light colored clothes, sunglasses, and has a umbrella to protect himself.
*He likes cloudy or rainy days.
*He enjoys painting, and occasionally, he paints his childhood friends when they were kids.
*He's quite the dork really. Loves manga and comic books and the occasional video game. Though most he can't quite play as his eyes can't handle them very well. Most of the older games he could though.

Theme Song(s)
Pompeii by Bastille
Away From The Sun by 3 Doors Down
Answer [Vocaloid][Ashe]
Coward Montblanc [Vocaloid][Ashe]

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The small boy began to panic a little, Oh dear, he'd made Alver cry! He could hear a little bit of the tears from above him, but since he also wanted to fulfill the albinos request, he only leaned more into the man and accepted the food. Luke would have to make sure he gave Alver plenty of hugs and the like tonight! He would not make him cry again. The food, as were mostly vegetables, were delicious and Luke's mood brightened a lot more as he continued to eat, it was on the same par as what his Papa could make, though the male was fairly good at cooking. It was nice to have his hair petted again, while on the one side he wanted to be on equal standing with Alver, he also loved to be babied by the albino.

Luke soon finished all the food on his plate and was set down onto the floor, which was a good thing, because it would have been a bit of a stretch for him to have to climb down from Alver's lap. Although the boy was short, Alver was really tall and a lot of height was from his legs. Per being told, Luke headed in the direction Alver had pointed to the bathroom to wash up and gasped as he opened the door. The albino's house was very big and looked rather expensive, but all the room were each a surprise to the boy. A large shower stall with a wood bordered mirror and pretty lamps, the place looked more like the master bathroom than one for the downstairs. Luke headed over to the sink, and was lucky enough to be tall enough to wash his hands properly. Once doing so, he quietly went back to the table.

The boy took the hand that Alver offered and followed him to the garage. The place was covered in paintings that were covered up in white linings. The boy surveyed around, his heart beating fast, this was so cool! Luke peered around at the different paintings that were uncovered and was very polite and stood at a distance like you would at an art gallery. When Alver came over with the different paintings, Luke almost jumped for joy and hurried over. He surveyed the paintings with awe and his mouth had dropped open for some time.

"I really like the first one!" The boy chimed, bringing his head up to look into Alver's eyes. "I've always really liked forests, and this one has a feel of fireflies and tiny fairies that are venturing out after dark and going to some healing mini waterfall or something!" The boy looked back at the painting again.

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Smiling brightly as the young boy chose a painting, Alver set the others back in place, gingerly holding the chosen painting in the cloth it was wrapped in and held it out to Luke. "Awe that is a good choice. You're Papa was quite excited back when he was talking about it. I think he had a wonderful time there, helped him relax a little." the albino said, his mind briefly wandering back to that time. Miky always either loved talking about what he saw during his spells, or he was just quiet and didn't talk at all. But when he was talking, it was like a motor running at the highest velocity. People found it annoying, but Alver was always enchanted. Like listening to a beautiful siren sing one of their enchanting songs. The memory made the tall man's heart flutter in his chest for but a moment. Remembering how they were as kids, both of them small compared to the others, Alver even smaller since he was technically younger, yet he acted a little more mature. Well... maybe. He was childish as well at times. Yet, he still tried to act like the grown up and take care of everyone. Miky, he always felt like he wanted to. Such a beautiful flower that smelled so sweet.

It reminded him of why he fell in love with the strawberry blonde oh so long ago.

Alver's eyes slightly saddened a little, the happy memory coming with the saddening memory of when they parted. The last they saw each other until recently. That silly confession... he was stupid and naive. He should have known better. And he still hated himself for that and what that did to him. Shaking the memory aside, he made another smile to Luke. "It's now all yours Luke, take good care of it for me alright?" he said warmly before glancing toward the clock, brushing his hand along the blonde hair of the child.

"Alright, how about we take a little nap until your Papa comes along mhm? I could tell you a story or sing you a lullaby if you like." Alver chirped, perhaps enjoying babying someone too much, but it did remind him of the good ol' days. He knew it couldn't last, so he might as well enjoy it while he can.

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Luke took the painting into his arms. Although it wasn't actually that big of a painting by itself, seeing as Luke was so small, the painting covered half his arms and his whole torso. It was such a wonder to think of how his papa must have been like when he was Luke's age. To have all the cool fantasies that could be seen in the paintings. Maybe... Just maybe, his papa would remember them and Luke could hear about the different stories from their original source. The kids today always wanted to do the same old thing, play imagination with the knew army games like G.I. Joe or games like halo, while the girls just wanted to play house and make him the parent, which just felt strange. They would climb on the jungle gym and such, but there were never anything like tree houses or hideaways, anything like the others had experienced in their childhoods.

"Mn! I'll do my best and we can put it in the living room to always look at it an-" The excitement was driving Luke to have the same quality as his father, the silly little ramblings. Luke made sure to stop himself, unlike his papa and gave a really big enthusiastic nod. The boy held the painting closer, seeing a little bit of the color through the cloth and smiling hugely.

Usually, now Luke was a little bad about this, he would do his best to stay up and wait for his papa to come home. Then again, his papa had never found out about his staying up because Luke couldn't stay awake and would doze off before the short adult came home and carried him to bed. But since Alver had offered to read Luke a story.. He gave in and said okay to it. The boy actually wanted to be picked up for a while, but he wasn't the type to outrightly act babyish. He gave a small nod, trying to think of a story that might be good to hear.

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Alver chuckled a little as some excitement chatter emitted from the young child's lips. Goes to show that Miky's son would be this adorable. Luke may be even more adorable then his own father. Alver just wanted to coddle and hold him all day long like a cute teddy bear. So of course, Alver couldn't help but scoop Luke in his arms and headed back into the house and upstairs to the Guest Bedroom. Entering the neat elegant white room. It was smaller then the Master Bedroom, but it was comfortable. Softly humming, the tall albino gripped the covers of the bed and peeled them back before setting Luke down, brushing his fingers through the child's hair in a loving manner.

"So what kind of stories do you like Luke? I have quite a few fairy tales. Is there any your favorite?" he asked kindly, lavender gaze brimming with curiosity. He himself always enjoyed reading the stories, most of all being read to whenever his mother or father actually had time to do so. It gave a unique feeling of peace and comfort.


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Username: Stormflyx
Race/Species: Dorcha/Human halfling

Gender: Female

Age: 38

Career/Class: Rogue/Thief

Weapons:
* Shortsword
* Steel dagger

Physical Description: Aeryn is shorter than most Dorcha, standing at approximately 5'2". Unlike the Dorcha, her face is much less harsh and angled - she bares typical human feminine softness in her face, and her lips are full and round, and despite being 38 - she has a deceivingly child-like face. She often wonders if perhaps it was staying out of the sun, and spending her life underground that protected her skin from even a single wrinkle, yet always realised that couldn't be the case - as many of the Pure Dorcha seemed to have skin like leather (although, they do scowl very often...) In contrast, her eyes and ears are all Elven, in fact some may say that her ears are a little longer than most elves. She suspects it to be an over-compensation for the human blood. Large silver eyes set against her taupe grey skin are the other giveaway signs of the Dorcha blood. She keeps her long, waist length white hair tightly braided and out of the way of her face.

As well as being short in height, Aeryn has to protect her tiny frame from being carried away by even the smallest breeze, a very thin and boney woman, yet still has a surprising amount of strength stored in some muscles somewhere. Such a lithe body allows her to accomplish all manner of acrobatics too - which served her well as the Nightstalker.

She wears no facepaint, and has no tattoos. This is an indicator of her especially low status in society. She wears a small handmade copper hoop through her septum.

Armor: Aeryn wears a light armour consisting of a myrtle green long sleeved tunic with leather shoulders and corset. A pair of forest green velveteen bottoms, with thigh high leather boots, and a loincloth style belt.

Equipment/Other As a current prisoner of the Dorcha, she has nothing on her person as it was confiscated. Usually she will carry a few items that she has stolen, and several portions of dried meat.

Mental Description/Personality: Neither human or Dorcha, she is on her own in this world. As a result, Aeryn is erratic, distrustful of all other people, and extremely cautious of anyone (in particular, humans). She has a wicked and devious streak to her. She is petty and cruel on the surface, but deep down she has a strong moral compass - even if she constantly goes against it.

Non-Dorcha look at her and see a Dorcha and so why would she act any different? She is conflicted and in emotional pain - never having had a true mentor or parental figure, and growing up alone and surrounded by cruel people has left her with a distaste for violence and 'evil doings' - but she still seems to find herself caught up amongst it, many times she is the one partaking in the violence. She is easily persuaded and manipulated into acting in certain ways.

Goals: Aeryn currently has no goals. Although surviving her current life-threatening predicament would be top of the list. She would love to see the Dorcha punished and ripped from society. In particular she would like to be personally responsible for torturing the Dorcha Guardsman who captured her.

Background/History: Aeryn was born from a human mother (a slave of the Dorcha) and Dorcha father. Her mixed blood and parents already lowly status meant that her destiny was already written for her. She would be nothing. When Aeryn was born, her parents were allowed to raise her for her first five years before they would both be sentenced to death. A particularly cruel and twisted fate for all three. For the rest of her childhood, Aeryn was raised as a lowly slave-girl for a merchant family. They weren't too bad, perhaps because they'd never had their own children - they were kinder on Aeryn than others might have been. Although, to call them kind is even a stretch - they still knew how to be cruel on frequent occasion. Even they got bored of her eventually however, kicking her to the curb when she turned 14 - it also happened to coincide with them finally birthing their own pure Dorcha child. Coincidence, Aeryn thought not.

The pure Dorcha of course, abused and tormented her, often beating and humiliating her. Forced to live amongst the underbelly of even a cruel and callous a people as the Dorcha, now on her own but grown, she quickly learnt skills - and found she was a very, very good thief. A leaner figure than her peers allowed her to move near silently through camps of travellers - where she would pilfer their goods. She adopted the persona of 'Nightstalker'.

Quickly she built a reputation for herself amongst her people. If somebody needed something stolen, it was the Nightstalker that they would seek out. Never a fool, Nightstalker would never meet these people in person and would instead either send someone else, or on the rare occasion that she would be present, she would stay out of sight and cloaked. She was very cautious in showing her face and revealing herself to be the Master Thief - one might even wonder if she were paranoid.

During the height of her Nightstalker days, she came across a human slave in the markets. She was fascinated by him. Eventually she took the courage to approach him and learned that his name was Tristan. Over a series of months, Aeryn continued to visit the markets with the sole intention of being able to talk with Tristan. She would bring him fruits, meats, and dried fish when his Master was not looking. She found herself growing warmer towards him, and he towards her. He would often compliment her, and called her beautiful and radiant.

She hatched a plot with him to free him from slavery and escape together, letting her guard down and revealing herself as the Nightstalker. Believing that Tristan would follow with the plan and the two could start a life together away from the Dorcha - whom they both disliked.

When she arrived that night to steal him from his masters, she found that she was ambushed by the Dorcha Guardsman who captured her, and as a reward for catching the Nightstalker, Tristan was set free. Heartbroken, Aeryn, after several months, eventually escaped the guards prison and set out to hunt down the man who had betrayed her. It took her two whole years to catch up to him. Finally she found him, he had procured himself a farm, and had found himself a human wife. She was beautiful. Even Aeryn knew that. With her hair like sunlight and skin like white snow. Everything that Aeryn would never be. What a great fortune that Tristan had made for himself. Her human heart ached at the sight. After a few days of watching them from a distance, growing more and more angry and hateful, she took an oil lamp to his crops - setting them ablaze in rage. Spite got the best of her.

She continued on, on the run underground once more from Dorcha who now knew her identity as the Nightstalker. They were even more determined to capture her, a filthy and low half breed should not be able to hold anything over the Dorcha. She was able to evade them until now - when finally they caught up with her. Now she finds herself in their chains, walking to her death seemingly in the middle of nowhere….

Her favourite animals are bats
She finds that small and confined spaces are comforting
She cannot read
She enjoys food with strong tastes - extra spicy, very sour etc
She likes to sing and listen to music

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The sun rose early, as it always did in these lands. The warmth merely made Argon fall into a deeper slumber, the large lizardman curled up upon the porch like a basking crocodile that slept akin to a hound. His every breath a hiss and his every movement heavy, even in slumber. Meanwhile, inside, the sun had awoken Beren. The darkly handsome Eru'Dai had gone to sleep early, feeling a bit too tired to socialize too much the night previous.

He was slow moving when he got up, though it was still before anyone else had roused from their sleep when he came down stairs, his black hair shining from being rinsed by the wash bucket the servants had left. He had on his freshly washed clothes, for the inn had been kind enough to offer to wash their traveling clothes, as they had been in constant use since the beginning of their excursion which felt so very long ago.

The tavern seemed cheery yet calm, with only a few early risers and a very hard working staff that had already begun cooking the meals they'd serve. Beren was already enchanted by the smell, sitting down at a table by himself and ordering a fresh ham, along with an apple and water. It was just as his food arrived that Nicademus approached him, the stalwart Knight obviously having wanted to catch Beren alone. He had a concern he wanted to give to the warrior monk.

An hour later, as the members of the group went down into the common room, the waitress sashaying to and fro would give them the message that Beren awaited them all outside. Once they'd eaten a quick meal, Beren and Nicademus would be right before the front porch, having awoken Argon. "Glad to see everyone's here. You guys have a good night sleep?"

Geradin and Calanon had only grabbed a few things to chew on, and had immediately gone outside. The Wood Elf had first went to the stables, checking on Brogach and eating his breakfast with the Elk before he had made it back to the front.

"Nicademus came to me with a concern that our...enemies might be in pursuit of us. I'm not entirely sure if that's true, but I can't stand by and not check. I won't leave the people in this town in danger. Who's up for a short hike?"
@The Fated Fallen@Stormflyx@Mortarion@Fetzen@BCTheEntity

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Nicademus stood by in silence as Beren spoke to the rest of his comrades. He had been pleased with how his talk with the man earlier that day had went, and the words uttered by the Eru'Dai not only helped to reinforce the positive notion that the knight had of the man but also served to instil a great deal of respect in Nicademus' mind. "As we discussed previously, I'll join you and whoever else decides to come with us. I merely need to put on my armor and grab my weapon and I'll be ready to go." The knight said to Beren. Since he had woken up earlier to catch the monk before the rest of the members of the travelling group woke up, Nicademus had decided to forego on putting his armor for his chat with the Eru'Dai man.

Having already stated the fact that he was joining the group for this expedition, Nicademus turned to look at the other members of the ragtag group. "I..." The knight began speaking, his words suddenly dying in his throat before he spoke them. "Don't be a coward, say what you need to say your pride be damned!" He mentally chided himself for his sudden cowardice. "I know that I have no right to ask anything of you, not after the way I behaved towards you yesterday at the gates." He said after a few seconds of awkward silence as he composed himself.

"But, please, I beg of you." Nicademus spoke, prostrating himself before the members of the group. "Lend me your help with this endeavour, please, if only to make sure that the innocents in this village don't suffer for something that isn't their fault." The knight continued on, still prostrated. "I've lived amongst them for a month and I know them to be hardworking, honest, folk who wouldn't deserve the cruelties to which a Dorcha slaving party will put them through." He said to the gathered group. "I...I don't want these people to go through what I did, no one deserves to go through that." The Andred man finished, his voice wavering slightly as he spoke.

Once he was done speaking, the knight rose up and turned to look at Beren. "I'll go and put on my armor, I'll meet you and whoever decides to come with you at the gate." He said in a quieter tone so that only Beren heard him, leaving after he had said that without waiting for any response from the party.

@The Fated Fallen @Stormflyx @POOHEAD189 @Fetzen @BCTheEntity

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To say she was well rested would have been a lie. Truth be told, the Dorcha halfling had been tossing and turning through the hours, only seldom slipping into slumber throughout the night. She spent her time awake looking over at Calanon in his bed. He appeared peaceful and in deep sleep, it didn't surprise her that he would find it so easy to sleep.

She was the first in the kitchen in the morning and took her choice of fruits, a fresh crust of warm bread, and some leftover pieces of a joint of meat from the night before. It was a mixed breakfast, but a delicious one nonetheless. She took herself outside, the sun was just rising off in the distance, pushing back the curtain of night with a honeyed warm glow, amber and magenta entwined along the horizon. It was a beautiful sight to one who had lived so long in darkness. She bit down on the apple, holding it in her mouth, the bread and meat in her bag as she climbed the gnarled trunk of a tree that was going to provide an optimal viewing spot for the rest of the sunrise. She was light-footed and nimble and made it up to a curling branch easily. She slotted herself into it where the branch contoured against her, letting her sit comfortably.

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She had watched Beren leave the tavern, and continued to observe him for a while before the others appeared. It would seem to be a group meeting of sorts - now that she was fully on board with their quest, she supposed that she should join too. She let herself drop from the tree, her feet touching the grass beneath it without making a sound.

She had no sooner stepped up to join them, when Nicademus appeared too, looking like his tail was between his legs - humbled. His presence immediately unnerved her, and she felt herself tense up, fists clenching, a foot behind her ready to make a run for it. She listened to his words, but to her they were just words. Trying to compose himself and pretend to be ashamed of his pretentiousness. She wasn't buying it, she felt her lip curl. Everything about this was uncomfortable.

Surely the group was not just going to let him off freely for it? And better yet - to ask a favour, adding further insult to the injury. Surely not.

"I'd sooner keep running than them find me. You don't know them. You don't know what they'll do to me - and then to you for saving me."

"I'm sorry but... I can't run back to them, not for this quest... not for honour. There is no honour to be found in hunting them down..." She remained silent and shaking for a few moments more, she wondered if Calanon felt betrayed by her sudden cowardice - her hypocrisy. She let herself breath just for a moment before continuing; "I mean... if we seek them out then we are on their ground. The town will not be safe. If we think they are on our tail then it's because they want us to think it to do exactly what they want and fall for their traps... I have seen this." She let her eyes travel over to meet Calanon's, hoping that if she could get him to back her on this, she would have half a chance to convince the others. "Trust me, please" she said softly, as if it was only to him.


[System]
Notable Parents:
None. Auron, however, is a relative.
Age: ???

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Black and Blue

Eye color: Blue

Appearance:
Most accurate for her hair.

Saina is a 5'1 woman, standing currently as the shortest of the group. Her skin is pearlescent white and her hair dark as a crows, with the end a strange hue of blue that only matches her haunting shade of pale blue eyes. She wears it up in a high ponytail the majority of the time, as when it's down the amount of mana coming off of her gives the strange side effect of her hair appearing to move like it's underwater. Something she finds weird, and doesn't like to flaunt given the way she wears it. Her attire is as mostly seen in the images above with a few exceptions; that being that her cloak does not have sleeves. A scar runs across the side of her abdomen and she frequently wears full fingered black gloves to aid her grip on her katana. Her skill with the katana is only so-so, used instead mainly to place more precision into her unique ice magic and to kill the stray fiend here and there when necessary. Her black katana rests on her hip usually and when drawn, snow falls from the blade. She carries items on her belt to grab and use when needed without having to rifle through her larger stores of belongings.
Weapon: Black Katana, Magics

Limit break:
"Lance de Glace" - Several black ice lances form around Saina in midair, then with a snap of her fingers move to impale the enemy directly

Any Armor: Black Cloak

Skills:
-Ice Magic
-High Agility
-High Speed
-An excellent dancer

Shortcomings:
-Only so-so with a sword
-Secretive
-Has difficulty forming relationships

Occupation: ???

Biography: ???

Personality: Saina is a mysterious woman who often appears to be aloof, yet when you look in her eyes there is some sort of deep understanding seen there. She is stoic, vigilant, and very blunt when asked for her opinion.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?: Arriving on her chocobo, Mercury

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Maximus waited for the others at the doorway to the temple, his arms folded as he thought of Saina. It was her...he knew it. Yet she seemed to Young! He wondered how he was going to convince her that she was his brother, she already didn't believe him. He looked up as he heard the clacking of some heels against the stone, Saina slowly made her way up alone. He shoved himself upright with just his back and waited for her to come towards him.

Once she was close enough he asked, " Where are the others? " He knew they were down there. "We should be leaving soon. I don't think the Youth league is going to tolerate us for much longer." His voice gruff...as if he was a grumpy old man.

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"You're right, they're not." Saina walked up to the taller man, her relaxed posture matching his as she stopped before him.

"It will not be much longer now, Maximus." As she spoke, her cool, pale blue eyes looked up into his own. Within their depths, it seemed some twinkle could be seen there.

"They're eating a meal I prepared. I think they enjoyed it."

The crow-haired girl tilted her head down, closing her eyes in what seemed to be contentment.

"Come. We should go on ahead to make this venture painless."

With that, Saina made her way up the stairs to the cloister of trials.

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It hasn't been long since Naisha had fell asleep when something woke her up. Her senses were flared up as she felt something unnatural going on the ship. She had never before felt something exactly like this, but she knew it's location… She feared it was at Alex's place… With a struggle she tried to stand up, but it simply did not work out. Each movement was hard and painful. Her unnatural arm was weighting her more than usual along with the heavy horn on her head!

 It took Naisha a few moments to realize that Alex was in her room! She must have picked on the something going on in her sleep as there was also a man about as big as Alex in her room! With a hood on!" Who are you?" Naisha asked, raising her still human arm to the man, preparing to throw an attack spell on him if he is dangerous.

 "How did you get in here?" She asked also, throwing a glance at the red head." Alex, are you alright? Did he do something to you?" Nai asked her friend before returning her eyes and focusing on the intruder." Depending on YOUR answers, you may not leave the room unhurt…" Truth was that she couldn't strike the man properly here even if she wanted though. Any of her more powerful magics would damage the ship... a lot and she didn't want to damage it. It was Gippal's after all.

[Assistant]
Eva dragged both Urick and Gippal behind her back to the temple, fairly quickly not wanting Saina or Maximus to wait for them much longer. She couldn't help but feel giddy. Her child hood dream coming true...at least she thought it was...with a group of close friends, Looking back at Gippal and Urick with a hint of a blush on her face seeing them. She honestly couldn't believe with what happened in this last few years, and how she could ever meet such amazing men, and now their friends Alex and Naisha, and Saina and Maximus.

She came into view of Saina and Maximus walking up the stairs to the cloister of trails and yelled. "HEY!" She stopped suddenly and let go of Gippal and Urick's hands as they went up to her lips and her face turned red as a rose, filled with embarrassment.
"Sorry..."
 she said as she looked at a priest who had turned to her and shushed her. She quickly ran up the stairs to Saina and said in a normal voice, still bright red in the face "I'm supposed to do this with you all." She said with a smile before slipping a strand piece of hair that fell in front of her face over her ear and took a deep breath, pushing the doors open and walking inside.

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A dark chuckled invaded the space in which Naisha and Alex occupied. As the small, ugly, deformed girl spoke up with threats, the hooded figure turned slowly toward her.

"Pitiful. They bring you, trash... a nuisance. You should be forgotten."

With that, his red eye began to glow so brightly that the entire room was flooded with intense, blinding crimson. As it did, the pain Naisha would feel would be utterly unbearable. It was as though her body had been wrapped in barbed wire and twirled around erratically, slicing her skin off while her head was pegged through countless times by dozens of ice picks. As of that wasn't enough, the torturous sensation was added onto with a sound only Naisha would hear, a high pitched, swirling, screaming sound that invaded all of her sense and filled her eyes with visions of needles being pierced into her eyes despite nothing actually being there, all of these sensations and feelings invisible and non-physical.

At this moment, the hooded figure smiled sadistically at Alex before turning and running down the halls the Defiant, running fast but slow enough that he would remain in her line of sight as Naisha's pain continued.

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"Agreed M'lady, we should hurry."

She pushed past Eva after they went through the door, turning to look over her shoulder.

"I'll push on ahead and do what I can. Maximus is right. We should get out of here as soon as possible."

With that, she hurried ahead, her katana slashing through a few separate fiends on her way, running through the streams of pyreflies before they faded from sight, pulling the cloister of trials spheres together as quickly as possible, the path opening up fairly quickly.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific.

This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings.

Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged.

Joyous Guard
Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance
B. Lloyd #8 of 7

An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted.

Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings.

Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration.
Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable).

Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'.

Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura.

Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards?

This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on.

Color: Steel Gray

Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device.

Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.

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Cobalt Chideta

Cobalt looked over at Sapphire and frowned. He didn't like this girl very much, she seemed to be a very negative person. He was going to ignore her for now but he didn't think they would ever get along.

 "I have a saying that I typically stick by. The first impression should always be great, cause it may be the last as well. That's why I'm a little stressed about how I'm coming off to everyone." Cobalt explained to Oswald after he told him to relax. Then Gren came back and Cobalt tilted his head.

"Wait what? I'm the leader?" He thought back to his initial conversation with Headmaster Ozpin and frowned.

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One Day Ago

Cobalt nodded and smiled as he listened to the headmaster explain where he was going to be staying and such. As he zoned out and thought about how cool Beacon was, Ozpin continued to talk."You will be the leader of your team and as such will be responsible for all of them. They are on a mission but should be back later today." Cobalt vaguely acknowledged all of this as he thought about whether or not he should make a welcome back feast. Nothing too big probably. Ozpin coughed to get his attention and Cobalt's eyes focused. "Oh, yes of course! I'll get out right now! You're a busy man and I don't want to keep you waiting for me!" Cobalt got out of his chair and began to leave when Ozpin spoke. "You're forgetting your schedule Mr. Chideta. We wouldn't want you to be tardy." Cobalt chuckled and grabbed it from the desk. " Sorry." He backed out of the room and closed the door. Damn. That guy really knows how to make a guy feel at home. He's so calm all the time.

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Present

"Oh yeah. Huh." Cobalt really should've played better attention when Headmaster Ozpin was talking. "I am not the type of guy to go blindly charging in. Unless I'm bored and I have at least a 96.438152 percent chance of winning the encounter. Then yeah I'll probably go charging in blindly." He smiled at the end of that statement and drank some more water. He put the glass backed down and his eyes twinkled. "I'm far from stupid."

Gren mentioned a party and energy practically began to radiate off of Cobalt. "Are we heading to any bars? I've been told I'm a fun drunk." He did not come from a town with good nor strict bouncers. Alcohol was a very available thing for him. "Wait who's Sapphire's uncle?"

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Vega Venetia – VGNB - Deli N'Doul

After getting out of History Class, Vega proceeded to open her scroll to getting a message from Gratia, in her usual manner.

>Beryl Harken, Otter Faunus.
>Likely swordsman.
>Currently in the dorm.
>Work on your fucking grammar.

Tsk. Vega was not in her content mood. Taking a trip back to Mistral in the morning and coming back to Beacon made her somewhat irritable. Either way she responded back, typing on her scroll…

>You should learn how to write in full sentences. ;)

…ending with a witty comment.

Vega then proceeded to the cafeteria until learning from nearby chatter of a new deli. When she entered the deli, she saw the tiger-faunus…that same person and the same Orc faunus that wrecked the dining hall on her first day. It seemed the tiger-faunus was at his antics again in air towards the Orc faunus, as she looked at the Deli's menu from afar annoyed at the sight of them as she continued to keep her face of contentment.

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Krysthane grinned happy that he willing to spend some time together, as they entered the shop she saw that many people already had the same idea. She briefly debated whether they should sit by themselves or with someone else but the decision was essentially taken out of her hands when she heard someone, Gren? Call them over. Shrugging Krysthane replied to Abel, "Guess we can join the party over there." she said as she made her way over to the rapidly expanding tables. To her surprise just as Gren came back to the tables from somewhere he was suddenly attacked by a... what seemed to be an overly friendly faunus. "One sec." she muttered to no one in particular as she took her scroll out and whipped out a message to the other two members of her team, as Sepia was already here.

While her scroll was open she quickly checked names and appearances that way she knew who everyone was. Of course she had done that when she first got here but double checking never hurt. After what she hoped counted as a relatively brief look at her scroll she stashed it and looked around. It seemed like half the school was crammed into the Deli already. Krysthane turned at the sound of Gren making an announcement, apparently they were going be bringing Gren's friend on a tour throughout the city. She immediately thought of what little experience she had with the city, maybe she could get those guys at the cat cafe place to give them a ride. They had bragged about having some nice rigs, she was sure they wouldn't mind sharing.

 Krysthane would have to visit them as soon as their 'night on the town' started. She turned to Abel while she waited for her other teammates to show up, "Hey do you have a ride for tonight? If not then I might know some people we can borrow vehicles from for the night." Krysthane offered. Then she called out, "Hey Sepia, could ya come over here for a second?" Assuming the friendly faunus came over Krysthane would explain, "You know those guys from the cat cafe on our last mission. I'm going to see if I can get rides from them for whoever needs them, sound like a plan?" Krysthane ended her explanation with a question because being leader was good and all but she hated making decisions without some sort of feedback.

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"He'd better, that match means he's going to be low on Aura for the next half a week." Said cap commented, plopping down at the same table as his teammates with a tray of food in hand. Exactly when he arrived in the cafeteria was much harder to determine, but he clearly hadn't had any trouble finding his teammates. Not that he usually did. Even in a massive crowd, they tended to stand out. He casually picked up his piece of pizza and took a large bite, looking from Lauren towards his left, to Sangue towards his right, before back to Lauren. "He didn't really expect to be fighting Lizzie fucking Borden. Sound like anyone you know, Lauren?"

Not bothering to stifle his grin, he took another bite of his pizza. "Amy's doing much better. Gave her an Ibuprofen and instructions to keep hydrated and rest. She'll call if she needs us."


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Age: 56
Gender: Male
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Seelie Sidhe (Faerie)

Physical Description:

Talents:-Flight: The ability to fly with proficient maneuverability for a long duration of time.

-Nature Magic: The ability to manipulate nature in various ways such as entangling creatures with branches or roots, concealing himself within the earth, or harnessing energy from plant life to strengthen his blade.

-Illusory Manipulation: Can use Illusion Magic to disguise himself or create minor sensory illusions against others.

-Sleep Inducing Magic: The ability to induce a narcoleptic state of sleep in targeted creatures. (Related: Karram also has the innate ability to create illusions or send messages to sentient beings in their dreams.)

-Empathy: The ability to perceive people's emotions and motives.

-Sword-fighting: He is a trained swordfighter.

History:The Sylian branch family is renowned in the faerie community of Ireland. For centuries they have served as judges in the Seelie Court, with the primary responsibility of doling out punishment for faeries who have committed crimes against the mortals or faerie brethren. Karram Sylian's family was different however. He was the unfortunate product of an unlawful relationship between a Seelie faerie and an Unseelie faerie. His father was pronounced a traitor to the community and both he and his forbidden lover were executed. Karram Sylian was to be banished from the Seelie Court and sent to the Ashen Pit where Unseelie miscreants lived. However his father's brother, Eromyr, was able to convince the council to spare the infant faerie and grant him 20 years of life to prove his usefulness to the community. The council gave in and allowed Eromyr to adopt Karram and teach him as his own.

For the next 15 years Karram grew up learning the ways of the Seelie Court, faerie magic, and other resourceful trades. He never learned about his past or birth parents until his 16th birthday. Eromyr sat him down and explained the scenario that lead to his birth. Astonished and heartbroken, Karram spent the next few weeks lazing in a deep depression. But eventually he came to his senses and decided his life's work would be to amend his family's honor and eventually become Seelie Grandmaster. On his 20th birthday Karram was brought before the council of elders and rigorously tested. His incredibly honed skills and vast faerie knowledge surprised the council, and so they let him live.

Five years later Karram was appointed as a Seelie Adviser, the same position his uncle Eromyr held. He and Eromyr were sent with several others to the United States to set up a new branch of the Seelie Court within the supernatural communities that exist there. Karram was especially excited to travel to a new place where he could make a name for himself without the past haunting his every move. For the last 31 years, Karram has served as an adviser in the courts. He is known for his ability to detect the emotions and motives of defendants as well as his overall intelligence and loyalty; even receiving a few nods from Count Caradoc in the past.

In the human world, Karram originally disguised himself as a young and ambitious David Rodgers. He took up a job as an attorney and excelled in the position for just over 20 years. However he was commanded by the courts to change both his disguise and persona due to skepticism in his office over his apparent lack of aging. So he adopted the name Karl Silverman and has since been working for the IRS at the request of the courts (presumably so he could look into some of the supernaturals who mingle with with the humans).

But now everything has changed. The resurrection of Nemsemet and the slaughter of the Count and his high council has caused chaos in the supernatural world, and the last thing Karram wants is for that chaos to spill into the mortal world. Because if it does, it could bring the whole world to its knees...

Psychological Profile:Karram is unlike most faeries in many ways. Determined and courageous, Karram is always looking to prove himself useful to his community; and to himself. He hides his insecurities and depression by focusing entirely on work, and so he could easily be seen as a workaholic. He finds the usual rambunctious and mischievous nature of his fellow faeries to be immature; whereas he tends to focus on more serious matters. However he does share a deep distrust for Unseelie Sidhe due to his interactions with them in the courts as well as the indoctrination he experienced living with the Seelie Sidhe community in Ireland. Outside of combat or work, Karram is relatively quiet and often becomes entranced in his own thoughts. He also has trouble turning off his professionalism considering he doesn't harbor many actual friendships.

Possessions:-Oakbane, a custom blade enchanted with earthen magic.
-Sylian Pendant, a necklace worn by members of the Sylian Branch Family.
-Faerie Dagger, a small dagger he keeps sheathed on his lower back as a secondary/defensive weapon.

Yes, and:
Karram was one of the presiding advisers during Antonio's preliminary hearing, where he briefly met Flint as well. He was the one that suggested his innocence after reading his emotions in the courtroom. Although initially ignored, Antonio was proven innocent anyway after the murders continued.

Flash forward several decades later, Karram, under his human guise of Karl Silverman, was asked by the IRS to audit the Horizon Foundation before their annual licensing renewal. It was apparent from the start that despite his disguise Antonio knew who he was, more than likely by scent. It was a moderately uncomfortable confrontation but nonetheless remained civil.

(^Can be amended or changed entirely if you don't think it fits.)

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"Then get this bunch moving into the kitchen!" he shouted right back, even as the gunfire continued -- they were suppressing anything that moved upright and tried to return fire, even despite a few return spells flung at them. Volume of fire? Well, at least three belt-fed machineguns going, along with tandem charge rockets, designed to penetrate into a hard target, such as a vehicle or structure and then explode once inside, past the barrier. Bunkers, tanks...Parael's house. Once they went off, ball bearings and shrapnel filled the area. That would be bad if one landed while they were still in there.

He managed to move through the room, thoroughly wrecked in something less than five minutes of combat. The bullets left pockmarks in the walls that children had finger painted, the shrapnel from the rocket propelled grenades left holes and the secondaries left scorch marks in places. The furniture was similarly shredded, and the room's decor was well on its way to debris, but there was at least enough of a couch to crouch behind and the walls were intact enough to provide some cover as he moved low.

He was tempted to shift to his man-beast form then and there, but he had the feeling that there might well be silver in the rounds -- if these shooters were clued in, they might have loaded up for lycanthropes, in which case the immunity to regular bullets might well be offset by the gunners reloading with silver. Those weren't assault rifles or something light; these were full-sized rounds fired from a general purpose machinegun. They hit hard and they ripped through walls.

His feet crunched broken glass and pieces of wood underneath as he picked his way through the kitchen, itself not nearly as bad as the living/play room that was being savaged with more weapons fire. Tony opened the door and carefully looked around the area to the rear of the house; luckily, the lines of sight weren't real good, because there were other homes nearby, and it provided a bit of cover...best of all, the shooters were still shooting, but bullets weren't landing in their direction anymore.

That didn't mean the way was clear, the guys hitting the house may well have a force keeping the back area watched. He wasn't sure, but he did know that they had to get the fuck out of here. It was loud, dark and the smoke and gunpowder smells were filling his nostrils, but he could see like, well, a cat in the dark.

All the same, there were enemies there, about to kick open the door and grenande the kitchen; three men that smelled...off. Like mortal thralls of vampires or something. It made some sense -- the leeches always had hangerons looking to join the club and the vampires used these errand boys for all they were worth. Feed them back some blood and they got to be like junkies looking for a fix. It was said to be like speed and PCP, making the typical human stronger, faster, more aggressive.

But they were not sufficiently clued in; they didn't know that one of the worst possible beings to meet in the dark was a lycanthrope -- there were less of them than vampires, because it was a matter of heredity, but they were immensely fast and strong, resistant to damage, and had a predator's senses fused to a human mind. It wasn't to say they couldn't be taken-- prepared hunters could do quite a thorough job of it, but these three thought they were turning their guns on the first man out the door, and what they got was a halfway point between man and African lion, standing on two feet but hunched over with over-long arms whose hands ended in overlong claws. The shreds of his clothing were hanging off this apparition.

The three simply didn't last that long, not against a headlong rush. Lions had an incredible upper-body strength and were designed for the ambush hunt -- they did not lope long distances after prey, and Tony did the same thing here; a sudden springing forward and a man fountained blood. Another then was ripped into with claws on his way to the third, vaulting forward and getting the fellow before he could flee or fire or let off a grenade.

Three down, very quickly. Tony was shifted back into his human form, breathing heavily from a heady mix of hormones that weren't entirely the human variety; there was a degree of satisfaction that flowed through him that came from the kill, a sense of enjoyment that Lycans felt involuntarily in the throes of their fight or flight. It was why so many of them reveled in violence. Even Tony had to get out of town and hunt animals to get it out of his system; it was hardwired into them, and modern life, with the emphasis on self-control, even self-denial, was especially rough on lycanthropes. The shift back to humanity was like coming down from a really good high, complete with an afterglow that made him want to smile, even as it caused a sense of self-loathing, deep within the human parts of his psyche, where sentience and biochemistry waged their eternal war.

He was drenched in blood and wearing shreds of clothing, but seemed to regard that as normal, or at least as something he couldn't help. The bodies were limp mounds in the darkness, splayed out on Parael's back lawn with their eyes sightlessly watching the night sky, heedless of how maimed they were in the last moments of their lives.

"Stay low, don't get seen," he called back to the door, even as he grabbed one of the guns off the men; vampire thralls, with AK's. That wasn't entirely surprising, vamps tended to have their fingers in all kinds of pies, and weapons dealing was one of the ways they made ends meet. But it meant he had a gun and some magazines if he needed them.

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Flint was out of ammo, he hadn't been expecting to be in a firefight when he planned on coming here. Bullets continued to hit the dirt and it seemed like it was time to leave right about now, he glanced to the others, watching as Rikive was shot and then seeing her shield magically form.

"That would be great if we were up against the Persians" Flint thought to himself as he peeked over his hastily built barricade. He saw that the majority of the fire was coming from a building across the street, he also noticed one of the attackers begin to turn on his ally's. No doubt Beth doing the thing he hates her doing. Controlling people was just… morally wrong. Flint decided it best to make a hasty retreat, and so began his way to the back door.

As he entered the backroom he was met with a sight that made even him shudder. Tony was ripping some people a part. Flint was quiet, he didn't want to intervene with the were-lions 'fun'. He was relieved when he finally returned to his human form, calling back as he scooped up a Kalashnikov. Flint joined him, picking up one of the AK's, it was a bit too modern for him, he was far more proficient with early submachine guns and rifles, but he figured he could use it.

"Make sure to take the safety off" Flint joked to Tony as he racked the slide on the gun, allowing a fresh round to enter the chamber. He stepped over some of the bloody pulp in the garden and began to walk to the location of his car, staying low as to hopefully avoid more blood shed.

"Maybe next time you should leave something for their families to bury" He called back, wondering if the others would follow him or split off to find another car.

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The door behind Karram flung open wildly and he darted his gaze back to see Parry wielding a sword... and a diaper bag. He caught glimpses of Flint and Antonio behind Parry along with a few less recognizable entities. Parry, with his usual flamboyant personality, flared up in sassy conversation, even referring to the mystery woman as Karram's "girlfriend." And of course mentioning her lack of fashion... like that mattered in a time like this (even if he was right). However it wasn't a long reunion; a whistling noise began emanating from above. It was unfamiliar to Karram, although it didn't sound good.

And Karram's thought was instantly confirmed as he heard a huge explosion erupt nearby, the force of which nearly knocked Karram prone. Karram squinted as a result of the intense brightness. He looked away, back at the others. They seemed to be okay for now. But of course, it's never that simple. As if in slow motion Karram noticed several attacking gunners from across the street open fire on the crowd of supernaturals, including him. Karram quickly ducked down to avoid the initial spray of bullets as he continued to scan the environment. He heard Antonio yelling about a back exit to which Parry eventually responded saying it was through the kitchen. Looks like I'm going with the group after all, Karram thought.

He was just about to turn around when he saw the mystery woman take a shot to the calf and slump against a wall returning fire. Without hesitation, Karram touched the ground and directed a few tree roots to her position, having them peek out of the ground and clutch her ankle. And with a swift pull, they would drag her towards Karram with relative ease. In one swift action Karram would catch her on the doorstep, stand her up, and begin assisting her through the open doorway towards the kitchen. "We're not finished talking, you and I. But first, let's get the hell out of this mess." It wouldn't take them long to traverse from the main room to the kitchen, where Karram noticed the slain thralls as well as Flint and Antonio making their way out the back door.