[System]
Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Godly Parent:
Rhiannon

Description of Godly Parent:
A beautiful queen from the Otherworld in the Mabinogion, Rhiannon is an arrogant and powerful woman with the strength of a horse, an animal she is commonly associated with. She is featured prominently in the First and Third Branches of the text, as the consort of Pwyll, the Prince of Dyfed, and a "goddess of sovereignty". The hero, Pryderi, is her son.

Appearance:
A handsome redhead standing at a height of five foot ten, Rhodri takes after his legendary mother in beauty, possessing a well-defined and powerful physique that, had he been of Greek extraction, brought about comparisons to Adonis himself. It is a beauty that he is not beyond flaunting, frequently forgetting to button up the shirts he dons and allowing his chest to be in full view of any who wish to ogle him. He does not mind, after all, for he is proud in his appearance, whether it be his sharp jaw, pretty face and energetic emerald eyes or the athleticism of his body. A bracelet hangs from his left wrist, featuring what appears to be cutesy-looking white stallion.

Skills/Powers/Weapons:
As a son of Rhiannon, Rhodri possesses powers associated with his godly mother. He has incredible strength and stamina, capable of carrying a great amount on his back for long distances as if he was a beast of burden, and can command and speak to equines. Thanks to the mystical powers of the Three Birds of Rhiannon, he also holds the ability to lull the living into a state of sleep, as well as the opposite, which provides him the power to "wake the dead".

Despite his youth and looks, the Briton is a surprisingly experienced hand-to-hand fighter, leveraging his naturally immense strength against those who seek to combat him. He also happens to be a good homemaker, having developed the skills through burdening himself with assisting his human father with cooking, cleaning and in general caring for his younger half-siblings. Rhodri is also relatively charismatic, making use of his looks on a number of occasions to influence others.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Having inherited the strength and beauty of his mother, Rhodri can be especially dangerous if he leverages his talents well, and is an absolute pain to fight in close-quarters, where his stamina and power allow him to fight on a high level. Coupled with his ability to send people to sleep (though a power limited by range), few have been able to approach him. However, from a distance he cannot bring his full force to bear, nor can he induce sleep in his foes. His necromantic abilities, though seemingly powerful, do not afford him any control whatsoever over the creatures he raises, and so is at risk himself from the danger.

Other:
Rhodri has three, younger half-siblings, and lives with his single father in Gloucester.

[User]
Rayon yelped in surprise as the temperature suddenly dropped around him, and Riley gripped threatening spikes of ice while facing him. Not understanding why he was reacting that way, Rayon panicked and his invisibility instinctively dropped, only for it to be replaced with another ability, one most suited for fleeing: Flight.

The boy shot up near eight meters into the air, flailing his limbs like a headless chicken as he did so. "Don't hurt me don't hurt don't hurt me!" he squawked, literally hanging in the air while curling into a defensive ball. "I was just curious, that's all!"

[Assistant]
This bow did not feel right to Alva. It was a simple bow, clearly not made by any competent craftsman. She missed her own bow from back home, but she had not exactly had the opportunity to take much with her. Soon, one of these days, she would have to make her own. She had scouted out some trees in the surrounding forest. Their wood would do well for the purpose.
Although this bow was not ideal, it was alright - Alva still managed to center most of her shots. She drew back the string once more. Steady breath, steady hand. Aim. Breathe. Release.

The arrow cut through the air, landing a few inches left of center. Arrows were beginning to become clustered. She repeated what to her was almost ritualistic - draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release. With a soft thunk the arrow planted itself into the target. Although she knew around her there was arguing and dissent, Alva remained focused. She could intervene, but she was too far into this almost meditative state to break out of her concentration.

Draw, breathe, aim, breathe, release.
Thunk.

[User]
Riley
 He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he lowered his position and the ice and fog dissipated. He liked this boy, he was respectful, and pure of heart, which isn't something that could be said about most members of the camp. It was clear that this boy would one day surpass him in power, and he wanted to be there the day that he did. He respected people of power, they had better charisma, and attitude than people who relied on human weapons. He believed most weapon users to be jealous of the power magic users could wield, they could never be disarmed or have their weapons damaged.

 A gust of wind surrounded him and he flew up slowly, directly next to the scared young man, and offered cool hand to shake.
"I did not mean to frighten or threaten you friend, you merely startled me."
 He said with a soft smile, his hair flipping around in the wind.

[Assistant]
"Geez, never realized just how wound up some of these kids are." Adrian thought, looking on as Riley approached the young Rayon in the air. "Well with Ephraim, everyone's favorite stick in the mud, it's a given. But it seems just about everyone takes themselves so seriously." He had joined Victoria at the table, and leaned against it as he thought more on the situation. "Well, it is wartime, after all. Never know who or what might attack us at any given moment." He let out a little sigh. "Geez, what a way to live." With that, he addressed Victoria.

"Soooo, back to 'Operation: Let's Buy ALLLLL the Weapons'. How much of that do you plan on following through with? How big are we planning on getting? Carpet bombing? Tactical nuke? One'a those satellite heat beam thingies you see in the video games?" He asked. He would do these sort of things with Victoria; ask an absurd question just to see how serious she'd take it.

[User]
Rayon paused, then nodded. Floating steadily, the boy had a grin on his face. "It's no problem! Sorry for startlin' you! My powers just kinda go off by themselves, you know? Especially invisibility; sometimes my roommates accidentally sleep on me because I go invisible outta nowhere, so they usually pat the beds they're gonna sleep on before the go down," Rayon spoke quickly, hardly taking any breaths. It was his excitable nature that made it so. One moment he was talking, the next, he was shaking Riley's hand. "It's also pretty cool to have someone else who can fly! Not many people can - Uh-Uuuh, okay waitaminute."

Crossing his hands in 'T' for timeout, Rayon slowly floated down. Landing on his feet, he seemed to wobble for a second before regaining balance. "Was feeling a bit dizzy there. Means I'm tired, so I can't stay up for too long or I fall. Anyway, I'm Rayon Ducat! What's yer name?"

[Assistant]
Riley

He smiled gently, before gripping his hand hard and shooting up into the air, after about 3 seconds he slowed to a stop, a layer of solid ice forming mid-air, he set the boy down on it, making sure to focus a bit on keeping the ice chunk adrift, lake a thin glaciar in an ocean of water. Forming another deep blue disk of Ice, he sat down,watching the sun and keeping them afloat. Turning to the young man, he opened his mouth to speak.

"In 15 seconds your ice chunk will thaw, causing you to fall nearly half a mile onto the awaiting ground. You will have to exert yourself to survive, and will not recieve any assistance from me, or anybody else with flight."

He stated calmly, acting as if he hadn't essential just put the kid in a situation that could kill him. Riley was very fond of the "what doesnt kill you makes you stronger" motto, and practiced it any chance he was given. Of course, he didn't intend to actually let the poor kid die, they were stationed of the river which would keep him from dieing, but would likely break a few bones. He knew the only way to advance your powers was to be forced into pushing past your own limits.

[User]
A pale girl holds the bow in her hands timidly before pulling back the string while loosely holding the arrow between her slender fingers. With a rigid back and perfect posture her yellow eyes narrow in concentration. The target which is only a mere 50 feet away slowly becomes the only thing she can see. Becoming painfully aware of her breath she holds it in for just a moment to still her body and her mind. With a slow exhale she lets loose the arrow.

 The arrow flies about 45 feet before hitting the ground no where near the target and she hangs her head in frustration.

 "DAMNIT!" she hisses under her breath. A small black crow flutters down and lands on her shoulder and looks into her eyes with its head cocked to the side.

 "Yeah I saw! You don't have to rub it in!" She says a little too loud to the bird. No one else can understand the crow that follows her. Her outburst causes the crows to fly away to a safe distance on a nearby branch. She bites her lower lip and makes a face somewhere between disappointment and anger. I am not suited for this kind of combat. I am a commander not a fighter.

 She pauses when she hears the fighting of the other members. She notes that many have good points. Though she thinks to herself that it is perhaps the difference of skill and powers that combined make a powerful force rather than any single path being the correct path. She does take this chance however to toss aside her bow and pick up her staff. She feels far more comfortable with it that she does any combat weapon.

 It was at this time that an ice user struts in with a puffed chest and starts saying rude things to the others. Suddenly he takes a less than confident member up half a mile in the sky on a piece of ice. She doesn't understand all of what he said but she prepared herself to intervene if it was necessary. This might be an important and necessary lesson for the boy but there is a point that is too far.

[Assistant]
Victoria turned her head to look at Adrian. "I dunno. A tac nuke would be nice, but it's awfully hard to get one. I could call my Mom, see if her contacts in Mossad can get us one, but I don't expect a lot of luck. Motherland's pretty tightfisted, y'know." Did I just make a racist joke on accident? She blew past it. "But we could probably go to some third-world hellhole and steal some old Soviet tech from them. I wonder if Ares has ever dealt with a T-62 or a MiG."

She saw the Ice Asshole raise the other kid into the air and before he had even finished the movement had her Colt in hand, putting a shot into the ground at his feet. "Hey, Ice Fucker, put the kid down or the next shot goes into your lap."

[User]
"Are you entirely insane or only mostly so?" He said to himself watching what Riley was doing to the clearly in no way ready for this Rayon. Doing his best to conceal the fact that shooting him for putting someone in mortal danger wasn't the worst option.

"The best way to teach a person to swim isn't by throwing them into a river. If they fail they die and it is the fault of the one who put them in that situation to begin with. Not the one who was forced into it."

[Assistant]
"I'm just surprised to could even attempt to gain the connections needed to get us a nuke..." Adrian replied to Promethean child, in some disbelief. It was usual for her to make casual boasts such as that from time to time, but something as serious as obtaining such heavy artillery threw Adrian through a bit of a loop. Soon after that, seemed most began turning their attention towards Riley, who took it upon himself to begin an extreme impromptu training session with the much younger, much more inexperienced, Rayon.

"Yeah dude, bring 'im down." Adrian joined in with the yelling and calling. "That's a bit much, even for you." Adrian almost felt like he was negotiating in some sort of hostage situation. Even then he didn't feel like his yells would reach the two, considering just how high up they were.

[User] "That made more sense in my head." She thought to herself as she unslung her Mosin-Nagant and took aim. "Alright, I've got the asshole sighted. Anyone got a way to catch the other kid if Ice Prick drops him after I shoot him?"

[Assistant]
Rayon froze - no pun intended - momentarily as he realized he was back in the air, with only fifteens seconds before he quickly fell ou of it. Rayons prieviously friendly smile of greeting was frozen in place out of sheer fear. He looked at the river below and back to Riley, alternatively

"Uh, eh, ye're joking right?" With a futile look, Rayon hoped that Riley would say yes at the last second. No such answer came.

"Oh he-"

His curse was cut off as the ice beneath him melted and he plummetted out of the sky. His fatigue and panic critically affected his decision making abilities, so rather than flying up, he kept falling.

On instinct, a powerful surge entered his body, invigorating his strength and durability. Of course, Rayon was now running on fumes, so it was unkown how long the augmentation would last.

[User]
Falling child? Rhodri moved, dashing from his corner of the firing range towards where the commotion had been occurring. He had been aimlessly watching the group bicker, but he wasn't going to stand by while the kid fell that distance. With a mighty push of his feet against the ground, he jumped, divine strength sending him up into the air, where he caught Rayon.

The redhead landed with a thump, knees bending to absorb the shock of the impact, his body rattling against the force. Super strength and endurance or not, dropping from such a height was a pain.

"You alright mate?" asked the Welshman, looking down at the boy in his arms. "Not gonna crash on us, are ya?"


[System]
CS for werecreatures
Nickname: none, call him 'wolfy' and you're toast.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Crush: none (wishes though)
Relationship: Single (been that way for quite awhile)
Human form:
Animal form:
Personality: Joey is very friendly and loves to hang out with others. He is highly protective of any friend he makes as he is very loyal to them. However, he does have a temper which is very hard to bring out, but if you do, well, let's just say you've been warned. It's better to be his friend than an enemy for he could one day save your life.
History: Joey has only ever been able to remember one thing which was being bitten by a werewolf at a young age. The rest is still a blur to him.
Likes/dislikes: Hates being called 'wolfy' or seeing friends get hurt. Likes anyone who is nice to him. He does like girls(but most times, they come to him), especially if the girl he likes is a she-wolf.
Extra info: Unlike most werewolves he's seen, Joey cannot talk in wolf form nor can he change at will. Joey can only change when he is either angry or the full moon happens to be out. Whether wolf or human, his personality stays the same. On a side note: He has a dog named Ash who is a Black German Shepard.

CS for werecreatures
Name: Golden
Nickname: none
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Crush: "No, and I don't plan on getting one."
Relationship: "Love is not my thing."
Human form:
Animal form:
Personality: Insanely Evil
History: "That's for me to know and for you to NEVER find out."
Likes/dislikes: Loves to get on people's nerves, especially Joey's. Dislikes everything and everyone else.
Extra info: "You know enough already, now go bother somebody else."

Name: Alexander Jarrett
Nickname: Alex
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Crush: none
Relationship: Single
Human form:
Animal form:
Personality: Usually friendly, but lately has become anti-social due to something he can't control yet.
History: ...went to a beach....got attacked by an enormous shark....went to a hospital...lost his memory....got released...started having strange cravings.....got sent here.
Likes/dislikes: Getting answers, friendly/supportive people. Harsh and abusive people, not getting answers, unnecessary fights, the unknown.
Extra info(anything you would like to add?): Has been craving people's flesh and raw meat. He still doesn't quite understand this.

Name: Kaiden Kore
Nickname(optional): none
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Crush: None yet
Relationship: Single
Human form:
Animal form:
Personality: When in a fight, he doesn't let fear hold him back. He will stand his ground when he feels threatened. He is a very friendly guy who would go out of his way to help anyone who truly needs it. Socially awkward when it comes to cute girls.
History: "Get to know me really well first and maybe, just maybe I'll tell you."
Likes: Being in groups of his own kind, meeting new people, helping others, cute girls, hunting solo.
Dislikes: TBR
Other: none(may change if I think of anything)

[User] "I give up trying to warn you." Roger said. With that, he left, and got back on the path to the forest. He ate some of the deer as he walked. Suddenly he heard the sound of bones crunching. He saw the back of a large feline poking out of a den. He aimed his gun. @Letmehaveone2

[Assistant] Kaiden caught the scent of the crazy man again. He slowly turned around to look at Rodger and sighed as he had the gun pointed at him. This was his part of the forest. He was annoyed with him at this point. "So, you decided to follow me." Now, he believed it was his turn to tell Rodger to leave. "This my home and I ask you leave it and myself alone."

[User] "I didn't follow you. I heard the sound of you crunching the bones of that animal and came to investigate. I was just speaking to your weretiger friend, and she refused to heed my warning of death. If I leave the forest, the innocent people of the city will be in mortal danger too. You don't know who I am, child" Roger said. @Letmehaveone2

[Assistant] Mihoshi smells something odd in the forest and it draws her attention. She turns into her tiger form and slinks out the back door. She did not to encounter that crazy guy again but wonders if he want to kill anything in sight for the fun of it. She stops at a river to get a drink of water as she listen for anything unusual. She wonders how her cheetah friend is holding up even though they just met.

[User] "Like I said when we first met, I just wanted to eat and got myself a raccoon." Kaiden replied, still not too happy with this man being in his territory. He knew the raccoon wasn't much, but it was a nice snack though. "You don't know who I am either." He sat down, waiting for this man to finish speaking so can go back to resting in his den.

[Assistant] [@Letmehaveohe2] "I mean, you underestimate me. I am older than the city in which we reside. You are a mere child. You cannot begin to comprehend what being a were creature does to you. It consumes you. By the time you are my age. You will be like me." Roger spoke with a slightly sad tone.

[User] Mihoshi hears some voices and jumps into a tree. She curl up to get comfortable as her ears are perk to hear more of the cheetah and the crazy guy again. She sits still as she is thinking this conversation is going nowhere set for in circles. She wait for something to happen instead of the two just having a conversation before making a move. She guess the tree leaves hide her body, but wish she was not white for once.

[Assistant]
Kaiden shook his head. "I'm pretty well aware of what I am." He decided to stand up on his hind legs before shifting to his human form once again. "See? I have full control. All it takes is willpower." He explained as he leaned back on a tree next to his den.

---

As he was leaving the area, Golden came across a beach. He had an emotionless expression on his face. He was still looking around for some metal he could use later. Not gonna find any here. He thought to himself. Maybe he could trick some mere human into giving him something.

[User] Aila looked between them. "Well if you would like to come have fun" she ran a hand through her hair "I work as a bartender and dancer at fur and fang nightclub down the street" she said shaking out her hair. "If you do, tel the bouncer that you know me. you will get free entrance" She looked down at her phone. She hissed at the time. "Shit I got to go" she said leaning down petting ash once more and smiling at Joey before rushing off. "Hope to see you two soon" she said over her shoulder waving at them. especially Joey she thought to herself.

[Assistant]
Sophia Cross and her twin sister Miranda were just finishing getting ready for there first day off from work in about a week and they were looking forward to it especially since their boss needed them to work a double shift last night. So they we excited to just relax and have fun. As the sister had finished the final touches of there outfits they headed of there bedrooms and toward the door.

"You ready sis?" sophia asked her sister as they linked arms and opened the door.

"Of course I am. Do you think that Xavier is ready?" Miranda replied as I looked at her and they burst out laughing.

"I bet you he is wait in down in the lobby for us as we speak." Sophia said back in between laughs.

As the girls calmed down and stopped laughing they headed down to the lobby where they met up with Xavier who happened be their best friend sort of like an older brother they never had.

"Well there you guys are finally. I thought I was going to have to send out a search party for you two" Xavier said and the twins smiled at him.

"Ha ha very funny now let's go I want to go to the icecream shop I herr they got a new flavour." Miranda said as the three friends all left their apartment buildings and headed for the ice cream shop.

[User] "Oh yes, you can control your powers now. For the first hundred years that's what they are. Powers. Cool abilities. But when you get older they become a curse. Because being a were person is not a power. It's another being inside your mind, that has a hold over you. I would give anything just to become human again." Roger placed his gun on the floor as he spoke.

[Assistant]
Kaiden was willing to talk more now that the gun was on the floor. "I will have know not all of us were bitten, some like me are born. There's a difference." It was true, he was actually born into a family of werecheetahs. "I may seem young to you, but I am old enough to be on my own." If he couldn't reason with this guy, he was just going to give up.

---

Joey listened to her intently and then smiled when she was finished. As he watched her go, he said, "Hope to see you too." and waved back then turned to Thalia once Alia left to see of she had anything to say as well. Ash barked happily as one of the girls rushed off and then also turned his attention to Thalia, sitting down.

[User] "If you are born with it, then you are even more unfortunate. You have never felt the pleasure of being a normal human. Just to fit in. Yes, you are old enough to be on your own, I'm not saying that you aren't." Roger sighed. "Look. If you're not going to heed my warnings of pain and death, then so be it. If you had any sense, you would listen to me."

[Assistant] Kaiden was out of words by this point and decided to take one last look at his den. He was almost considering moving to the city, but he had no idea how things worked there. He actually thought of going to see that weretiger again as well. "Welp, I'm gonna go see that weretiger again, goodbye." With that he left the area before going in the direction he thought she would be. After a bit, he shifted to his cheetah form once again while trying to track down the weretiger without seeming all creepy. I'd much rather have her for company than the crazy man.

[User] Mihoshi moves quickly jumping from tree to tree till she is closer to the cemetery. She growls at the Cheetah from the branch she is sitting on. "Hi, you seem to be in a foul mood." She did not want to give away she been eavesdropping on his conversation with the crazy man. "I sense you had a visitor that just visit me as well." She says has she did not mind moving away from the forest to another place closer to a city or village.

[Assistant] Roger stood silently as the werecheetah departed. "So be it." He said with a sigh, and began trudging back to his cabin. He hoped not to run into any more ignorant children on the way back. After a while he reached his cabin and placed his shotgun back on the table. He begun to fully tuck into the deer which the were-tiger had given to him. He wasn't sure when it would be dark. When it was dark, his were-bat side would take over.

[User] Kaiden looked up when heard her voice and sighed. "Yeah, apparently he can't be reasoned with." He moved closer to her and decided to stay with her for a bit. "Anyway, I was thinking. I never been to the city, but I've always been curious about it." He then smiled as he attempted an offer. "You wanna come with?"

[Assistant]
@ViannaNight

The she-wolf listened as the other girl spoke, leaning back without a care, though her lips curled up in amusement at the idea. She had heard rumors of a nightclub for werecreatures, but had never actually gone there herself. The social scene wasn't exactly her cup of tea, but maybe this once she'd go check it out. "Were you guys just out for a walk, or did you have a specific destination in mind?" Thalia asked both Joey and Ash, knowing she would be able to understand anything to two of them said. With a mischievous smirk she slipped her hands into her back pockets instead, leaning toward the taller man and looking up at him through thick eyeslashes. Her nostrils flares for a second, a knowing grin crossing plump lips. "Am I mistaken, or do I smell wolf on you?"

---

---

Alyssa passed by a closed sign, a small frown on her lips as she kept walking, her hands behind her back. Her bag over her shoulder held her wallet and a few other necessities, though she had been looking forward to having tea this morning and hopefully getting in a small chat with Xavier. For a shy girl like her it was tough to get up the courage to talk to him first, let alone ask for his telephone number. Maybe next time, she always said, but she hadn't done it yet. The words just wouldn't leave her mouth.

Of course, as she turned down the street toward the small ice cream shop not too far, she found herself walking not too far from Xavier and the twins. The ice cream shop was between her and the group, the both walking towards one another though she was pretty sure that they wouldn't notice her before they got inside. She wasn't much of a noticeable person after all.

[User]
"The first one." Joey said as he listened to her second question. "No mistake there, I'm a werewolf." He replied with a smile.

Ash was just sitting quietly by his owner, but had his ears perked to show he was listening.

[Assistant] "I guess you never been to any type of city. Just be careful it is diffrent from the forest and I will go with you. You have to stay in human form after you get used to the city it is not that bad to live in. Mihoshi says as she jumps down on the ground as she is ready to go with the cheetah to the city. "Do you have a name, mine is Mihoshi?" She is wondering if the cheetah is going to laugh at her name as she was named by a panda.

[User] Kaiden nodded at the fact he would have to stay in human form. "Got it." He shifted to human form. "My name is Kaiden." He said with a friendly smile.


[System]
Theme: youtube.com/watch?v=vR18NP-acL4

Gender: Male? I'm a slime...no genitals. I think...

Species:
Slime > Amorphous Slime

Appearance:

A fluctuating red and orange colored slime that would probably fill a five gallon bucket. It's genuinely difficult to tell where he's looking unless he "generates" a head with limited facial features.

Goals: The world is vast and new. I want to see it and hopefully not get killed by some idiot newbie with a stick sword.

Past Life:
Asura's past life he only had a few things that stood out. He worked for the city he lived in. Doing things like mending roads, removing trees, cleaning up debris from storms, fixing waterlines and sewage, installing signs and various lights. He's sort of a jack of all trades when it comes to work. Thankfully he wasn't high enough in the chain to be forced to do loathsome paperwork. While not at work he was doing one of three things. Playing video games, namely western styled rpg's with the occasional slice of life genre. Busting his ass at the gym to keep a general strong body. The gym led to the third aspect of his life, boxing. He loved boxing even if he never went pro. His naturally high pain tolerance stacked with building it up higher through training let him dominate local challenges. Despite being a healthy guy and working hard he still died fairly young. He honestly doesn't remember how it happened but he figured it's most likely work related.

Abilities:* Physical Damage Resistance I - Lowers physical damage taken by a little bit. (A bundle skill applying to all three types, Blunt, Slash, and Pierce)
* Blunt Damage Resistance I - Lowers Blunt based damage taken by a little bit.
* Piercing Damage Resistance I - Lowers Piercing based damage taken by a little.
* Magic Resistance I - Magic damage from lower level spells is reduced, regardless of its element. Whenever you gain Elemental Resistances, their threshold will be used first before Magic Resistance is activated. Obtaining at least one level of all Elemental Resistances will cause Skill Synergy and automatically increase Magic Resistance by one rank.
[Earth Resistance I - Take less damage from Earth and Earth Elemental Magic. If all other Elemental Resistances are acquired, this will also increase the rank of Magic Resistance.
* Limited Shapeshift IV - Two properties of your body, not including color, temperature, or base material, can now be altered in the same manner outlined at Rank III. Unlike Rank III, these properties can be maintained simultaneously. Your body, or an extension, could become Sharp AND Hard, or gain a Texture while maintaining another property. Your ability to shift fine details with your base form is increased. The ability to shift fine details with extended forms, such as pseudopods, is now the same as the details on the base form from Rank III. If you alter only one property of a form, such as Sharpness, that property is greater than it was at Rank III. Your maximum reach with extensions remains the same. Forms that are most commonly used or associated with earlier Ranks now cost less Stamina to maintain. Your maximum "reach" with stretched portions of your body remains the same. While maintaining your original mass your ability to alter fine details is increased. A "blade" made from your body could be shaped in various ways, for instance, but a pseudopod with a blade at its tip would not be so refined; this would apply to other features like imitated body parts or facial traits.
* Stamina Furnace I - A form of physical and mental cultivation akin to meditation. Similar to concentrating on the beat of one's heart to calm it, you have accelerated the rate of physical recovery. Expend Mana to restore Stamina. This effect is increased if you have recently eaten, as it speeds up digestion--however, this may require larger amounts of food
* Blood Drain I - Through physical contact with whatever body part or orifice the user needs to eat and drink, drain the target's blood through an already open wound. In addition to dealing damage, this skill also restores the user's HP. The amount of HP restored will not be the same as the amount of damage dealt or the same as the amount of blood consumed. Any disease, poison, or other danger contained within the target's blood may also present a threat to this skill's user. At this rank the user is limited in how much blood they can drain and how quickly, as well as the target's defense, healing factor, and other circumstances.
* Cling I - As a Slime you are naturally suited to sticking to objects. By expending stamina, you cling to any surface and are able to climb or stick upon it. At this rank, the type and texture of the surface will change the skill's effectiveness. At this rank, you are much slower when moving on objects while clinging. At this rank, this skill cannot be used save to climb or stick to surfaces.
* Faster I - Your base physical speed is increased! By gaining the skills Harder, Better, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Harder I - You have toughened yourself up through training! Clenched muscles or hardened flesh can be an effective shield--your base defensive stats increase! By gaining at least one rank in Faster, Stronger, and Better, Skill Synergy will occur to increase the rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Dextrous I : Your practice with fine manipulation and using your pseudopods has earned an unusual skill for your species! Your body can now be used to more effectively manipulate small objects and tools, though you still aren't strong enough yet to "wield" weapons or pick up very large things without other Skills.
* Slime Whip I - A unique ability for slimes. Create a sturdy tendril from a pseudopod and lash out at the enemy. At this rank, your range of reach is 5 feet. -Skill Synergy- You possess Limited Shapeshift III. Range is increased to 10 feet and adding a shifted blade, bludgeon, etc to your Whip is more effective.
* Throw Item I - Using an item from your inventory, you hurl it at the opponent by expending Stamina. Different items may have different effects and some are more suited than others as projectile weapons. At this rank, the chance to destroy the thrown item is very high. Damage type depends on the item.
* Smash II - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage! Damage buff increased. Stamina drain increased. Using a non-blunt type attack can now trigger this skill, but its power will be halved.
* Slash I - A Physical Skill that uses Stamina instead of MP. A single Slashing type attack becomes more powerful!
* Skewer I - A Physical Skill that uses Stamina instead of MP. A single Piercing type attack becomes more powerful!
* Rabid Fit I - Fly into a mindless rage, and destroy the enemy! A sudden burst of fury grants you increased strength and damage, but you'll become more vulnerable to damage yourself.
* Overwork I - Push through, break the limit, and--probably need a nap later. When you really need it, you're able to summon up just that little extra bit of power, at the cost of slowly stressing yourself to death.
* Skill Synergy: Rabit Fit I, Overwork I, Smash II. Your attack's power is vastly increased!

Transformations:* Slime > Amorphous Slime > ?

Inventory:* Healing Herbs x2 (??? Quality)
* Source Crystal Shard x1
* Jawbone Club x1 (??? Quality)

[User]
~Temporary Campsite~
Throat Pouch:
- x6 Nothing
Rawhide Backpack
- x5 Nothing
Equipped:
Mana Bone Spear (Average)

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"Ah..." Ash watched the ball of liquid poison fall to the ground, sizzling into nothing against the rocky floor. Had she...succeeded? The Pygmy drake held her claws to her muzzle, giggling like a child at Christmas, unable to contain her excitement. Oh how wonderful! So That was it. Blue and Green made purple. That is, Blue and Green made poison type magic. From what she could already surmise, it was made of Water and Earth-type magic? Curious. Maybe she should mess with non composite types before trying anything else. See what exactly each type of mana was before creating more 'new' types.

But for now, Ash held out her claw again, forming another ball of liquid venom. Focusing on it, she used Mana Sense, Mana Vision, and Magic Analysis on her newly made Poison Splash spell to more thoroughly analyze it, to get as much information about it she could possibly use. The more information she had, the better.

Now then...

She should likely regain her mana before doing anything else, but first, there was something she was curious about she hadn't experimented too much with.

"...System, show EXP, Status, Skill List, and Evolution paths." If this whole system thing was like a computer, it should reasonably work just like one. She wasn't quite so well versed in them, but she was used to working with systems of operation and such, so it shouldn't be too farfetched to assume this system behaved similarly. There should be a way to view the lists separately outside of simply Leveling up and Evolution.

Once she received her information, Ash considered Meditating to regain her mana. It was well and good to be able to use it to regain her Mana, but the stipulation it can't be used during strenuous activity was still a bit of a concern. Maybe there was some other way to strengthen it? In some cultures in her old world, meditation could mean a number of different things, and covered a wide range of dissimilar practices. Ugh, she should have paid more attention in her history classes. Perhaps...Yoga of some sort could help the meditation with some small exercises?

As Ash meditated, she focused on making small movements. A Stretching her body, much like a cat and holding the pose for a few seconds. Stretching her forearms back so they were straining against their natural positions, holding it a few seconds before releasing, and repeating with her hind legs. She would do this small practice until her MP was full. It wasn't likely she'd see any effects for now, but it may prove useful later.

Once her MP had returned to full, Ash reformed her Mana Orb. During her previous experimentation, something curious happened while she shaved the particles away from her Mana Orb, making certain to use Mana Vision to get a clear picture. Then began fusing with the ambient mana around her, as best she could assume for now. So why not see what that did? Particle by particle, Ash began removing the mana particles from the Mana Orb she had formed, discarding them into the environment around her.

Use Analysis skills Mana Sense, Mana Vision, Magic Analysis on Poison Splash
Ask System for Evo paths, EXP, and Status, and skill List.
Meditative 'Yoga'
Shed the Magic particles from a Mana Orb into the environment to see what it does.

[Assistant]
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@Duthguy

Kakky Oin shook his head in confusion-- why would he grab hold of something that was killing him? He needed to push it away from himself.... Right? His grip began to loosen as his right hand let go entirely. As the memories continued to flood through the young goblin's head, he couldn't help but feel as if something was... missing? Actually, it felt like a LOT of somethings were missing. Little by little his grip continued to loosen with his remaining hand.

Almost as if under some kind of compulsion to confirm his mind was his own. he happened to raise his right, and stare at the strangely large, misty palm. Why were they so big? Where was the webbing between his fingers? Pain like a lightning bolt shot through his head as different memories flooded the goblin's mind.

The misty, featureless hand before him flashed through different scenes from his memory, a memory that didn't seem to be that of a goblin, but of something else entirely... The hand held many things in these reminiscent images-- a gun, a knife, a grenade, even a book, and countless other objects as well. As many different things had touched these hands, no matter how many times they'd been covered in blood and dirt and viscera- there were marks that denoted their history upon them. Every callous was a trial, every wound a battle, every scar a badge. These weren't the hands of a goblin, these were the hands of a man! These were JASON'S hands! His grip with his remaining hand clenched tightly with resolve as he raised his right hand, one by one each digit curling into a tight fist. With a fervorous roar, Jason drove his fist just below the goblin's ribcage--- and further! He aimed to drive his strike through the goblin and into the void beyond! "I. AM. JASON!"

[User]
Asura felt the difference in how his fake karambit bit deep and smooth. Strange. God damn it...System Monitor and inform me of Skill Growth. He thought as he changed. His liquid nature made the form he was trying to take harder to maintain. That meant it'd take more Stamina. But practice made perfect, so he held the form. Unfortunately he couldn't apply his human anatomical knowledge to this body, he had no real muscle. He could only take the shape and work the hydraulic system that his body used for movement.

But he did get that level up. So it wasn't just combat that earned experience points. "Interesting... Ardur, Mother Slime, Steve, it's not just fighting that gains us levels. Skill building does as well." He said, making the line that was his mouth move in time with his speech. He saw some new skills, and other skills on the verge of ticking over. Two points into Slash Resistance. He thought just to finally tick that over to tick over his Physical Resistance.

Ardur mentioned that Steve now had Poison Fang. The chance for poison seemed awfully low, but it was one of the most annoying Status Effects one could get. He thought for a moment. "Alright...Steve, bite me with Poison Fang." He said as his right hand turned into a heater shield. Defender, huh? He placed the shield in front of himself and tried to make it as firm as goo could get. "Bite this without hurting yourself. Mother Slime, please Smash it as well." He said as he mentally examined his skills.

System, Analyze all currently Unavailable skills. Full descriptions. He thought. Meanwhile, as he hoped to get an information flood, he mentally focused on Stone Shot. He didn't want magic, he didn't even want magical skills floating around unavailable. So he tried to Steal or Drain those Skill Points it had sitting in there, at least one, to put into something more useful.


[System]
Age: 26

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian

Appearance: He's rather tall, standing at 6'2", and has black hair and brown eyes. Usually has a fair amount of stubble on his face.

Personality: His supervisor describes him as "dull and dutiful". He has few friends outside of his co-workers, as he tends to focus entirely on his work. He has a great amount of passion for what he does, and he feels that it's his responsibility to protect people. As such, he is driven to find those responsible for the recent killings, and bring them to justice.

History: A Gravette native, Scott spent most of his life in the city. He was a hardworking student, and he was noted for his sense of duty. Unfortunately, he didn't make many friends in school, and he never bothered with dating. After high school, he worked a few part-time jobs before entering a police academy. At the age of 21, he became a police officer in the Gravette Police Department. Two years later, he became a detective.

His career has been mostly uneventful up until recently. He was mostly relegated to handling minor offenses, while more experienced detectives pursued the major cases. However, the police department was not prepared for the sudden influx of homicides, many of them involving either apparent animal attacks, or the use of unusual weapons and chemicals. Scott is one of the many detectives assigned with figuring out what is happening, and who is responsible.

Involved Yet?: He is investigating the crimes committed by both sides, but isn't aware of the existence of the supernatural or the conflict, believing the killings to be the work of normal criminals.

Strengths: He's been trained to fight, and is in good physical shape. His detective work has greatly improved his investigative abilities. He also has the police, and by extension, the US government, on his side.

Weaknesses: He is bound by the law, and is unlikely to break it. He has no special artifacts, and no supernatural powers.

Stance: Oblivious, but unlikely to remain that way for long.

Other: Typically wears a light grey suit.

[User]
Scott stayed silent as Darnies spoke. To him, it was becoming more and more obvious that he knew something. It's fear, isn't it? He's afraid. It was obvious that he doubted the police's ability to protect their witnesses, and their ability to find criminals. Scott couldn't help but feel like he'd just stumbled upon something that was far bigger than him. Before he could make a rebuttal to Darnies points, he felt a wave of unease wash over him. As Darnies stopped speaking, and Chasa moved over to their booth, he turned behind him to see a man covered in blood walk in. That's him, he suddenly thought. He's a killer. I can feel it.

Before he could do anything, Darnies started speaking again, whispering this time. From the way he kept looking over to the blood-covered man, Scott was sure he felt it as well. Looking at him as he spoke, his words only confirmed Scott's beliefs that he was too afraid to tell the police what he knew. Before he could say anything, he heard Chasa, and saw Darnies look up. Looking in the same direction, he wasn't able to see Harry putting his gun away, but noticed him looking right at where he was sitting.

He knew of the man, and was aware of some of the rumors surrounding him. He didn't expect him to show up. But, judging by the way Harry stared at him, he knew Scott would be here. He's looking right at me. Turning back to the two people across from him, he closed his notebook, and gave his best fake smile. "Well, it was wonderful catching up with you. If you don't mind, I need to use the bathroom real quick. Be right back."

Putting away his notebook, he quickly walked over to the bathrooms, entering the male bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Taking a deep breath, he took out his handheld radio. "This is Greenfield. I have a possible suspect at the Paradise bar. Send plainclothes officers, no lights or sirens." Putting his radio away, he leaned against the wall, taking another deep breath. He walked out of the bathroom, just in time to see Elise walk in, and was immediately hit with the same uneasy feeling he got when the blood-covered man walked in. He had, in fact, seen a girl like that go into the bathroom a few moments before he did, but his mind told him to say nothing. Nodding his head no, he uneasily walked back to his booth. Backup can't come fast enough, he thought.

[Assistant]
The LibrarianVirtual Insanity - Jamiroquai

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 Harry's eyes narrowed on the girl that had taken a seat directly next to him, in-between himself and the detective. Immediately, Harry was aware that she wasn't a human, but that wasn't enough to pinpoint what she was or if she was a threat. However, old habits die hard and as she spoke he began to subtly reach towards his chest-holster; until she grew even paler (somehow) and left towards the restroom without a word. He turned his focus back to the detective, who seemed to have the same idea as the girl and bee-lined for the John. Naturally, this Irked Harry a bit, and it showed as he crossed his arms; however his pouting was soon interrupted by a girl, nearly identical to the one before, coming through the front door and demanding answers.

 Ah. Changling with a Hunter for a 'twin.' That's a new one.

 "Huuunnteeer." Stein called out in a playful singsong tone, removing a necklace from his jacket pocket. The necklace's centerpiece appeared to be an ancient leather pouch, which hung near his chest. Then, he turned himself around completely, leaning back against the bar and 'accidentally' revealing his chest-holster.

 "I hope you're lost, most hunters know not to sneak around in the Stein Library's Backyard." He stated casually with a wild smile, his raspy voice ringing throughout the bar. "Wouldn't want to be caught by the Librarian, I've heard he's a little... out there." Stein continued, chuckling a bit at the last two words, then quieting himself to give her a chance to respond. 'Oh, the Detectives back.'

[User]
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Akio had thought that everyone became more tense after he entered, but doubly so when the odd, pale man entered the bar. Everyone seemed to hold their breaths too. His eye caught the woman who pushed the younger man further into the bar, as if to protect him. Akio slowly began connecting the dots, and it was all but confirmed when another woman brazenly announced herself looking for someone. The words 'hunter' coming from the strange man just cinched it. A frown began to form on his face, Places like this existed too then? he thought, unconsciously letting out a sigh, Rumors do come from somewhere. Just my luck.

 "Hey, Nosferatu, probably not best to blatantly announce yourself and instigate something, right?" he called out, answering the man's taunt, flapping his own jacket to the side to reveal his revolver, "Police, you should leave."

Well honestly, Akio was already thinking up of a plan to leave incase it got hairy, it would be next to impossible to fight this whole bar coming back from a hunt, he was fatigued, and injured, plus he had little to no idea of the prowess of this girl who had just selfishly barged in.

[Assistant]
Darnies found himself blinking as the Detective suddenly vacated his spot and made a beeline for the bathroom, leaving him and Chasa to stare at the empty seat for a second before returning their eyes to Harry and the man who set off the wards. Nervously, Darnies started using the blood from his arm to sketch a Barrier Sigil that covered the entire back area of the bar; the area more focused on the family aspect of the bar. If he could keep the barrier up, the few families and the bar's other regulars could get out the back door. The guy didn't seem to want a fight, or even know what type of bar he just walked into but Harry was unpredictable and-

-And his wards went off again, making him quicken his pace as the girl he swore he had just seen at the bar without setting off his wards announced herself and what she wanted. The Detective slid back into the booth and Darnies gave him an uneasy grin, not even bothering to cover up his little project.

"Ah, uh, Detective...I figured you'd leave after you went to the restroom," He said quietly, not wanting to draw either Hunters' attention anymore than Chasa coming over to protect him already did with the bloody man. Why did Mundanes always find out about the Supernatural this way when they were around him? Could he not introduce the idea to people peacefully?

"No," his mind supplied just as Harry turned around and immediately tried to make situations worse. "because if they weren't in possible danger then you'd never tell them in the first place.' He sighed, conceding to his mind's point as he finished up the ward just as the Hunter man revealed his own weapon.

Chasa was taut as a bowstring next to him. There was a shimmer in the air to show the barrier had been erected before it cleared again and all the Beings on the other side quickly made their way to the back exit, children huddled in the center for protection. Now all that was left were anyone in their booth, at the bar, or in the bathrooms.

"Chasa, protect the Detective."

Chasa shivered as Darnies's order took hold of her, and she felt almost betrayed; not because he gave her an order, but because he was giving her one to protect someone other than himself. "But Darn-"

"Chasa!" Darnies hissed, flipping the second latch on his cane to allow for the easy removal of his hidden blade should he need it. "He is a Mundane in a situation he doesn't understand, I need you to guard him. Get him out if he wants to leave, but don't let him fight or he'll die."

The order doubled and the Chai on her chest shimmered in response to the first True Command the young witch had ever used on her. He had always tried to tell her that she only had to listen to him or help him if she wanted, but he was giving her no wiggle room this time. She felt herself moving to the other side of the booth, leaving Darnies exposed and blocking the Detective from leaving his seat, her large body barring him from any possible bullets. Her thought process felt like it was halting; all she could bring to the front of her mind was, "Protect the Detective, guard him."

Darnies slid from the booth as Chasa stayed sentry by in front of the Detective. He felt guilt twist his stomach at having used her Nature against her wishes, but at least Darnies knew how most Hunters fought if it came down to it. As it was, the nineteen year old licked his lips nervously as he stood, leaning his weight on his cane fiddling with the bloody rag in his other hand.

"Librarian, I really don't think Bec would appreciate another fight in her bar today," Darnies avoided using Harry's name even as he made a last ditch attempt at peace, but kept his personal shield around him just in case. He doubted either Hunter had bullets to kill witches- they rarely do, these days, with him being the only one left. He absentmindedly wondered if the Hunters had any bets on who would take the last True Witch out. He still didn't want to take the chance of not having his shields up. "Let's all just agree to leave the bar alive and live to fight each other some other day." He let his power surface and the crescent moon appeared below his left eye as the air around him took on a green shimmer to reveal both the strength of his magic and the shield he had around him. Chasa's eyes and tattoo shimmered in response to the display of power. He addressed the Hunters in the same calm tone, but his eyes held warning.

"I don't think you two are equipped to fight what's left in this bar."

[User]
Rebecca quickly whipped up Harry's drink, as well as Scott's meal. "Here you go, loves. Enjoy, and don't forget to tip." Then, the shit hit the fan. Oh, boy. I'd hoped it would never come to this, but it seems that it has.

Taking off her necklace, Rebecca revealed her true form in all its gory glory. Even in this sort of company, a walking corpse was probably the sort of thing that would attract everyone's attention. Her voice was a low growl, lacking any sort of warmth. "Ladies, gentlemen- though it seems there's not a representative of either here- I don't know if you saw the incident a few minutes ago, but I refuse to tolerate any fighting in my establishment. That goes double for hunters and supernaturals. I suggest you find a nice, peaceful way to settle your problems, because the first person to do something is going to have to deal with me. I could always use a zombie thrall."

[Assistant]
It all happened so fast.

The first thing he noticed when walking back was that everyone had started taking out weapons. When he slid into the booth, he saw Darnies doing...something. Something that he had never seen anyone do before. Before he could question anything, Darnies ordered Chasa to protect him. Why does he mean by 'mundane'? Watching her move to block him from leaving, he noticed that her chest was glowing. "What the hell is going on?" He asked, to nobody in particular. He could only listen with confusion as everyone spoke, as he was unable to see what was happening.

What was a Hunter, or a Supernatural? Why was the owner talking about zombie thralls? He didn't know, but he could tell that a fight was about to break out. Looking at Chasa, he gave her a desperate look. "The police are on their way. If they don't stand down, it's going to get ugly." He would have asked her what was happening, but everything was moving so fast that he didn't even think of it. "Tell them that. Maybe that will get them to stop." Maybe they would run away, if they knew the police were coming. Then, he could track down the perps and get them into custody without worrying about civilian casualties. And then, he could ask what the hell was happening here.


[System]
Gender: Male

Appearance: A pretty normal looking goblin, but one noticeable feature is that his eyes look constantly tired and he has dark circles around his eyes no matter how much sleep he gets.

Personality: Oleg tends to keep to himself quite often and observes. "People-Watching" is one of his favorite things to do although in this case it should be goblin watching. Although, when you get him riled up and excited he becomes rather boisterous and playful as he tends to find a lot of things simply amusing. Laugh and the whole world laughs with you! Weep and you weep alone. Thus, he finds the folly of life to be funny as well.

Past Life History: Oleg used to be a businessman. Meeting a lot of other people from different backgrounds and culture so that they could all do one thing. Make money. Rather odd if you think about it this way. But it was perhaps this experience of having to work 120 hours a week that led to Oleg's misfortune of being cursed in this life to always look tired as well.

Skill (This is a rare ability that you are born with as a result of your past life. Ability as in One ability this ability could be anything that you learned from your past life like for example if you were an Olympic runner then you have the skill of speed being able to run faster or have higher agility. Just keep it reasonable.): Oleg seems to be able to pick up languages and communicate in a convincing manner... especially when making deals. (Charisma Boost)

Other (anything you think should be put up): I'm a mighty Goblin! Although maybe not for long. Hopefully.

[User]
Hobgoblin Luz

@Crusader Lord@Wildman13@Jangel13

Luz simply remarked with "Aye Aye Leader!" She said in a cheerful tone before following him with a sword in hand. As the group walked Luz elbowed Nyma as they walked and whisper to her. "Hey, you can see the glows inside of us two right?" She asked her trying to confirm her theory that the bracelet is why she was seeing colored glows inside living things. "Thought so! this glow apparently means something is alive." She informed her. Matter fact recalls seeing the spider's aura through the leaves covering its body; meaning she can see one aura through solid objects making Luz and Nyma the perfect spotter for the job. "Try looking for one of those glows in the distances?" She told her before turning her attention back to the trip.

As the group moved past the annoying webs in their path Luz then sees a bunch of glows in the distance along with one big one in the middle. She then ran up close to Gird, trapped him on the shoulder, and point in the glows direction. "Over there!" She told him before taking the lead and leading the group to the giant spider along in question. As the group got closer Luz got a close look at the children crawling around their mother den, her instincts tell her to steer clear of them for they are apparently dangerous to come in contact with. Thankfully the small spider seems to not want a fight at the moment(Maybe).

As Gird get ready to plunk the strand of web leading to the spider, Luz then turned two the group and whispered to them. "Don't go dying on us now." She whispered to the two goblins kind of cheerfully as she takes the spear of her back ready to fight She then nobbed at Grid letting him know she was ready.

[Assistant]
Nyma

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 Day 5: Morning

Nyma somewhat imitated Barth's strategy by making some web to put on her feet, though kept her spear ready and close to her as the foursome traveled deeper into the webbed-up woods. Tiny spiders, whose coloration left the female Goblin wary of them and their poison, seemed to skitter about as the group avoided their movements. Though what was more interesting was when they finally came down the path to the big target. The female spider, she assumed, who was the mother to all of these smaller one around them. Or perhaps, one of the mothers of them anyways. Though the large hobgoblin seemed to be willing to be the bait for this encounter this time around, and asked them to not let him die if possible, Nyma felt that using one of their larger brethren as bait could go either very well or to their detriment. Especially if these baby spiders acted instead of the mother potentially.

But a plan was a plan, and whilst she got a feeling the female hobgoblin wasn't all pleased with the arrangement of Gird's group strategy, Nyma felt that it wasn't the worst plan. Plus the bit of conversation Lux made with her along the way confirmed that Lux and herself could see this stuff and detect ahead of time as such. Very useful. However, there were more important things to do right now too now that they were here. So the female Goblin moved around the side, giving Gird some space but avoiding getting caught up in webs, all to get in a position where she could move in an attack from the side once Gird hopefully drew the adult female spider's attention. She held her spear at the ready, getting into her defensive/offensive pouncing position once more as she imitated the movements of the male spider from before again.

"I'm ready," she whispered back to Gird and the others quietly, carefully seeking to avoid disturbing the spiders and springing things early.

Though with Barth's behavior from before, she wouldn't be surprised if the lucky little Goblin managed to trip onto the web Gird was near and turn himself into spider bait. That or attempt to piledrive the thing from a tree....again.

@demonspade64@ReusableSword@Jangel13

EXP: 18

Inventory:

-2 wooden spears, each made from a long, young tree with twig-sized branches having been plucked off. Its base is just thick enough to be considered a very small club head, and this part has been sharpened into a honed and very effective point with enough weight to balance the head and help it do more damage on impact. Gives a bit of reach like any basic weapon might, and has a healthy length, durability, and flexibility to also function very usefully as well.

(1 is with her, the other left at cave)

-1 young tree like the 2 others she already sharpened into a spear. The other was left to Goblin Barth, along with his walking stick.

(left at cave)

-3 rocks, one of them rather sharp, she has allowed herself and Barth to use to sharpen their sticks into spears for hunting and protection

(left at cave)

-Red Skull Bracelet: A boon from the Goddess Duvelna. Grants the ability to see souls. The ability to see souls and their strength. The user can see enemies even in pitch darkness so long as they are alive and contain a soul, or something like seeing a soul on the other side of a wall. Can also see the strength of the soul to determine strength of the creature or life expectancy. However, this all in regards to range is limited to range of the wielder's natural vision range. Cannot see one's own soul whilst wearing the bracelet, though others with the bracelet can see for them.

***What a soul looks like: roleplayerguild.com/posts/4682481

-1 spider corpse, carried on her back via a harness made from spider webs she shot from her fingers.

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Acquired Skills:

-Knowledge Of The 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them.

***God of light Ramos he is the god of light and he gives us the very sun we see during the day he is purity itself and as such is mostly worshiped by most creatures in one form or another.

***Duvelna she is the goddess of death and night. She is death itself and must be respected if not feared.

***Shirila the goddess of the earth as she is the embodiment of the earth and life itself, she is also known as the eternal mother.

-Fairy Knowledge: Now knows of the fairies (and nymphs) that inhabit the forest around her

-Silk Spinning: She has learned how to create her own silk through her fingertips, allowing her to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

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Personal Skill: (the one she was born with)

-"Connection to Nature": Due to her innate and lifelong connection to nature she built up in her past life, as a goblin Nyma bears this skill/gift in her new life. This skill allows her to connect with things such as elementals, elves, forest spirits, and the like, which includes being able to communicate with them as part of this connection.

Other:

-Knowledge Where Animal In The Starting Forest Are

***The rabbits are easy to find, as they prefer bushes and berries they aren't hard to find.

***There are beasts known as vipers and they are snakes larger then yourself, dangerously poisonous if you use this cave as your starting point. They are found to the south east.

***Next are spiders and they are found to the northeast. Are also poisonous. (won't deal with at same time as vipers due to their separate locations)

***The wolves can be beaten however their threat is in their numbers and how they coordinate, never attack a pack alone as its suicide. They are found to the west, but during the night they travel to the east. They know better then to come in the cave, but outside you are fair game.

***Finally bats are usually found in the north, and prefer to hide in trees to avoid sunlight.

Note: "Keep in mind the farther your travel from this cave the more dangerous the beasts."

[User]
@demonspade64@Kheliop@Crusader Lord

The spider that laid there for her children was suddenly on high alert when she felt the web being strained as if they caught prey. However, unlike the male counterpart, it simply laid against the web staring at the spot where the prey supposedly got caught. Instead of the mother striking they heard a series of clicking coming from the mother and a swarm of spiderlings started to go towards Gird ready to poison and paralyze their prey so they could then be delivered safely to their mother. It seemed that if they wanted to fight mommy they needed to get much closer, dangerously so...

The child simply huffed watching as the goblin left. The skull that he was using slowly started to turn black the more energy he drew from it but his speed was increased dramatically nearly reaching the speed of an Olympic runner as he went south. As he kept running after a good 10 minutes he saw a field of flowers around him with different colors. The flower he wanted, however, was in a clearing or what would have been a clearing had it not been completely covered in poisonous thorns. He could tell they were poisonous because if he looked close enough he would notice the thorns were dripping with a strange liquid. "If you truly trust my guidance simply walk" Shirila said to him. Essentially telling him to do a trial by fire and trust in his faith in her to see him through.

The goblin kept walking and was soon set upon finding a small stream in the distance with rocks and pebbles lining the shoreline. It would not be easy sneaking up on anything there and in fact, he saw a horned rabbit taking a drink from the small stream distracted. He wouldn't be able to sneak up on the rabbit without being very slow and vulnerable. Would the goblin risk stealth and slowly approach or will it try to use a quick burst of speed to get to its prey?

The creature didn't sense the goblins approach because of it's horrible eyesight. However, it's sense of smell was spot on and as a result, as the goblin got close enough it quickly unfurled its wings from its armored back and flew up but not in time as it was stricken however thanks to its quick action it was only a small wound. A series of clicking threatening tones came out as it put its body against the tree in an attempt to hide its weaknesses.

Grandpa smirked a bit as he said that he needed the beauty rest. When he asked for some wisdom he said "Use that head of yours to solve your problems and don't die on me. So far most of your brothers and sisters are at a church as our new home. I am just waiting for everyone to get there" he explained letting him know to find the church so he could follow after.

[Assistant]
Goblin Oleg, Day 5

With that piece of advice, Oleg replied "You've got it gramps. Guess I'll see you there later tonight. Gonna go find me some grub." With that, Oleg set off to one, make a crude weapon and then two to find something to hunt. He was going make a simple, crude, but effective stone axe. It seemed pretty simple and straightforward. It would take some time though, but being prepared and ready for a fight was probably a better option. That said, it would really depend on what he found on his search for a proper, pointy rock. He might have to improvise and make something else.

Video on making a primitive axe.

youtube.com/watch?v=BN-34JfUrHY


[System]
Age: 27

Magic: Dust Magic

Description: Dust Magic involved the use of very tiny particles of stone, earth—pretty much anything that can be classified as powder, as a versatile Caster-type art. Dust Magic can be used directly for attack, mobility, defense, or molded into objects.

Magic Level: A

Birthday: 13/24/x865

History: Born in the city Nepenthe to a professional chef father and a wine seller mother, Fleo enjoyed an uneventful and promising early life. Learning to read at a young age, she found great joy in taking trips with her mother throughout and beyond the town, always thrilled to discover new things. She received the best education that Nepenthe could provide, and discovered at the age of eight that she had a gift that none of the other children did: magic. Thrilled to discover how different and special she was, Fleo begged her father to find someone who could help her learn magic, and he did so. Four months after discovering her gift, she began private tutelage in the art of Sound Magic.

At the age of eleven and a half, Fleo and her mother traveled to a nearby village for a special fall festival, where Mrs. Plector supplied the wine that fueled the festivities. Fleo insisted upon joining the celebrations, but since she was obviously underage, she could not have anything more than a taste of her mother's wares. Instead, she trekked to a nearby river to get water, only to find that the water was absolutely nasty. Laughing at her misfortune, Fleo nevertheless joined the festivities and partook in a thirsty but fun night.

Two weeks later the symptoms began. It became tougher for Fleo to move; her muscles ached all the time and exhausted easily. Unwilling to let a little discomfort get her down, Fleo continued to go about business as normal, not even telling her parents what was going on. One morning, Fleo awoke to found that she could not move. The muscles in her arms and legs were so weak that the girl could not rise from bed. The doctors told her that she had poliomyeltis, a degenerative muscle disease typically contracted by drinking fetid water.

For three years she lay abed. Unable to see the outside world, she practically rotted within her own body, despite her parents' best attempts to console her. Though her education proceeded, it went slowly, as if Fleo had lost all interest in learning. She allowed herself to forget her Sound magic, she cut herself off from her friends, and she did her best to keep herself in an eternal sleep, so that she wouldn't be able to see and hear what she was missing. So desperate were her parents that they sought a magical solution. A guild wizard by the name of Gaudium came to see her, and he was moved by her hopeless despair. He sacrificed his own magical power to transfer it all to Fleo, granting her an innate proficiency in Dust magic. When Fleo awoke to find that her arms and legs had melted away into dust, she was brokenhearted. Gaudium showed her, however, that she could use her mind to shape the dust into new arms and legs, ones that weren't paralyzed by an awful disease. After thanking him with all her heart, the overjoyed Fleo ran around Nepenthe for half the day, and realized that she needed to leave and start seeing what the world was like.

For a while she was a part of an independent guild before they were merged with another, which turned out to be a nefarious Dark Guild. When she realized the true nature of her new organization, Fleo was glad to join a small squad of former guildmates to overthrow the Dark Guild's master with her massive power. Afterward, she traveled again, and had more adventures, always seeking a way -be it in magic or inside herself- to make her new arms and legs permanent. Now her journey has brought her to Pheonix Wing.

Personality: Looking at Fleo, it would be difficult to guess that she's crippled. After all, she's energetic, easily excited, fond of asserting herself, a perfectionist, seemingly outgoing, and a more than capable fighter. However, she's also insecure, proud, easily upset, easily scared, and very, very afraid. Her greatest fear is to be crippled, stuck on a bed and unable to take care of herself, experience anything—even move. Boredom and immobility are anathema to her, and to be anything less than absolutely free she regards as an insult to the blessing that has allowed her to walk again. Fleo despises weakness, both in herself and others, and constantly strives for everyone around her to be the best they can be. While her tendency to point out the flaws in others might come off as annoying, pretentious, or even insulting (her observations can be rather blunt), her intentions are pure. She does her absolute best to keep her condition a secret, and can get very agitated if people start prying.

Team Members: N / A

Three Strengths:
1. Dust Magic – this brand of magic is very powerful, and Fleo is an adept at using it.
2. Commitment – like it or not, Fleo will get the job done. Doing something halfway is a sign of weakness.
3. Righteousness – Fleo sees dishonesty, criminality, substance abuse, sadism, cheating, and the like as signs of personal weakness, and thusly will never stoop to partake in them.

Three Weaknesses:
1. Ultra-cautious – Fleo is unwilling to take any sort of risks that would compromise her consciousness or magical power, and will often flee if a situation seems about to do this to her.
2. Detached – Fleo both likes and wants to socialize with others, but her insecurity means she has a hard time opening up with them, and she also tends to synergize very poorly with others in combat. Pressing her will cause her to become agitated.
3. Disability – if Fleo loses consciousness, or runs out of magic power, her arms and legs dissolve. She will go to great lengths to both keep this from happening and keep it a secret, and failing that, she will go to any length to avoid regression.

Greatest Love: Running, experiencing new things, meeting new and interesting people, traveling.

Motivation: To achieve a level of control over herself so that she may live a full and happy life despite her ailment.

Supplementary Spell List:
Siracco (Sabaku no Kaze) - a rudimentary spell that requires no verbal incantation. The user creates a carpet of dust beneath her that buoys her up a centimeter above the ground and allows her to move across terrain without moving her legs. She can change direction on a dime, making this a more agile approach to mobility than normal motion.

Dust Craft (Hokori Kurafuto) – a rudimentary spell that requires no verbal incantation at the base level. Using acquired dust, the caster shaped it into an object. The more complicated the object, the harder its form is to maintain, and the more time it takes to mold. With practice, certain molds become easier to maintain. More advanced constructs require incantation. Dust Craft has the potential to create very large, very complex constructs, but these require the use of the particular Craft's Pristine Invocation.

Dust Bomb (Funjin Bakuhatsu) – a basketball-sized projectile that travels in an arc. It explodes with concussive force, spraying dust everywhere, when it is triggered by touch or by the command "kyuukei". It can be stuck to the ground, walls, and even ceilings to make mines. Several can be conjured by a single incantation.

Silver Wind (Haiiro no Kaze) – the dust is condensed into a single plane, which then shoots forward at high speed. It is capable of cutting through weak objects, and will generally carry away an opponent caught inside it. It can also be 'drawn' on the ground or on flat surfaces to act as a boundary.

Dust Bowl (Koujin Chitai) – a wave of dust blasts outward in all directions before spiraling upward into a funnel, creating a miniature cyclone. It is difficult for both living beings and magic to get both in and out, making Dust Bowl both an effective trap and a good shield.

Vacuum Rupture (Shinkuhakai)– holding one hand palm-first and the other directly behind, the user draws the back hand backward as if pulling on a massive syringe. Vast quantities of dust, sand, dirt, snow, ect. accumulate into a massive ball stuck to the forward hand, which can then be launched by thrusting the back hand forward. If the ball hits the ground, it will lose some of its mass but can be guided to home in on its target. The ball will swallow up whatever it comes across until it encounters something it cannot engulf, at which point it explodes.

Dust Devil (Sunakemuri) – dust is drawn toward the user, forming a shell around her before erupting. When the shell is gone, the user has changed. The bandages covering her arms and legs have vanished, and the limbs have grown longer and spiky, developing a texture like scales. A sixth finger appears on each hand, and the fingers become more like claws. Similarly, the feet have become morel like talons. When in this form, the user's speed and strength are vastly enhanced, and all of her spells that require the accumulation of dust to function charge twice as quickly.

Vortex Impact (Uzuna Eikyou) – the user uses Sirocco to begin moving, then accelerates until she's moving extremely quickly. At that point, she becomes enveloped in dust and starts to spin, effectively becoming a massive dusty drill. At the tip of the drill beneath the dust is the user's foot, making Vortex Impact effectively an ultra-powerful kick capable of breaking through solid surfaces.

Notes: Each spell Fleo uses has three variations. Saying the spell's name in English or not at all is its weakest incarnation. Saying the incantation in Japanese, the home language of her mentor Gaudium, is stronger and more reliable. Then there is the Pristine Invocation: the true name of the spell, bestowed by its original creators in ancient times when dust magic first came to be. Fleo must discover the Pristine Invocations one-by-one by exploring the world and finding the translations. As of now, she has yet to find one.

Appearance:

Beneath the bandages she constantly wears, her arms and legs are gray dust. The bandages are purely cosmetic, to hide the status of her limbs, and serve no other purpose. Her guild mark is on her belly.

[User]
Sayuri

Sayuri nods at her Edolas counterpart as she walks into the courtyard where she was sparring some of the new recruits to help train them. She'd spent a decent amount of time at the castle rather than at the Edolas Phoenix Wing guildhall over the past 2 days. While she had somewhat gotten to know the guild members she still felt a little weird around them. She wanted to get to know people so she'd dragged Penny along with her today. Sheathing her sword she sighs, "I'd better go find her don't want her thinking I dragged her here for no reason," she hurries off to go find her. Finding her she walks up and smiles, "Hey, sorry about dragging you out here. I wanted to try and get to know you guys better one on one."

[Assistant]
Felix Lancaster
The Magnet Mage

Felix smiled as Fleo approached. "Blasphemy! We must burn the heretic!" He made a show of holding an invisible torch and pitchfork. "Magic cannot be tolerated in this land!" He made an angry face, then burst into a laugh when he couldn't hold it.

When asked about breakfast, his stomach answered for him, growling loudly. "I had just been thinking about heading out and getting something. Pancakes sound aweome." He grinned broadly and stood. "Race you there?" And, with that, he blurred right out the front door.

Of course, the flaw was he wasn't exactly sure where he was going, but he was sure he'd see Fleo in a moment or two and she'd show him where to go.

Felix loved how he had learned how to move at ridiculous speed with his magnet magic. He didn't even have to physically wear himself down. He simply levitated himself from the ground with magnetim and then used the same force to propell him forward. It was near frictionless, and if he put a lot of energy to it, he could move faster than a lot of people could react. Of course this was only his movement across the ground that was sped up this way, but it still makes for an interesting trick to pull in a fight. He wasn't hiding it, but no one had really seen him do it all that much. It was sure to be a urprise to Fleo.

[User]
The mention of a race stoked Fleo's fires once more. Before she could accept, however, Felix was already out the door. She blinked a couple of times, trying to piece it together. Her earlier talks with the young boy made it clear that he was a magnetism wizard, but how did that translate into such speed? She could only imagine that it meant he wore some sort of metal. Still, she couldn't let an unfair combination of A-rank Magnet magic and cheeky head start rob her of victory. Fleo pushed herself up from the table, dodged around Trinity and Karn, and darted out the from door. "Sirocco," she declared, the prospect of competition causing her face to become serious. Dust swirled around her feet, buoying her a feet centimeters off the ground. From there, she needed only lean forward to shoot off, scooting stiff-legged across Magnolia at high speed.

She didn't realize how much she had been concentrating until Felix was a dozen meters ahead of her, at which point she relaxed. "Just give up now!" She called, though it was a gamble if her fellow guildmember heard anything through the wind blowing past his ears. Fleo could scarcely hear herself. It made little difference, likely; they were already halfway to the pancake place. On impulse, the dusty woman felt her pocket, suddenly afraid that she had left her wallet behind. Fortunately, she discovered, she had not, and the thought of warm, syrupy pancakes galvanized her into an extra push that brought her closer to Felix. Dust billowed behind her, quite literally, but she was having trouble catching him up. His magnetism simply out-sped her, and she could bet that he wasn't focuses as acutely as she was. As trivial as this race might be, Fleo was determined to be better at something than someone else after two days of unremarkable mediocrity. What was the use of her gifts if she couldn't beat anybody? She ground her teeth together, her face locked in uncharacteristic determination, and inched closer.


[System]
Race: Awoken
Gender: Female
Age n Age: Been a guardian for almost a year now.

Class: Huntress - Gunslinger primary subclass

Ghost: Smartass, upbeat personality with little regard to when he needs to act serious.

Appearance:

Gear: Full Rogue 4.5 set with Cloak of Ragged Fortune
W.o.C: Handcannons and Sniper Rifles (no preference on elements)

Personality: Cecelia is a thrill seeker. She'll jump into a group of fallen just to see how long it takes to kill them. Her best time on Venus is ten seconds and a few milliseconds. She loves to laugh and crack jokes, though knows when to act serious or formal, and when to just shut up. Unlike her ghost, Einstein (that's what she named her ghost).

Background: Cecelia's been a guardian about as long as she's been awoken. (well, revived technically) She was woken up by Einstein, whose first words were "get enough sleep, princess?" And from then on, as long as she called her ghost Einstein, he called her Princess. She prefers her comfortable Rogue set due to its simplicity. And her cloak has seen as much action as she feels she has. Most of her work has been on Earth and Venus, not venturing too far from either of those places. She'll occasionally tag along with some other Guardians for a strike if it's in the area. That's pretty much the only time she uses a sniper rather than her handcannon-rush tactic.

[User]
Cecelia looked the ship over. It was very nice, especially a custom job for this one specific mission. The one thing that bothered Cecelia was why can't they take their own jumpships? It makes sense that someone would need to carry it, but someone could put it in their ship. Not Cecelia's though. Hers was far too small. She's modified it to be as fast, light and stable as possible. In that order. It wouldn't take much to bring it down, but it'd have to hit the ship first.
 Cecelia giggled at the overly-enthused ghost wanting to go in first, and went inside to look. It was cozy, though still too clunky for her taste. Sitting down in a chair, she responds to her fellow Guardian who spoke of their departure. "I got all I need, so I'll just stay here. Got my weapons, armor, and a seat. Ready to kick butt at a moment's notice." After Cecelia got adjusted, Einstein zips out of nowhere, like ghosts normally do. "Hey, any idea why we all need to cram into one jumper? I figured it may have been to hold the weapon, but one person could do that. It doesn't add up." "Dunno. It's pretty comfy in here, though. Worth they lack of subtlety and speed." Ignoring the blatant fact that if this went down, that the six Guardians would be S.O.L., Cecelia leans back in the chair and awaits her teammates.

[Assistant]
Echo hovered over to the ships guns, looking them over as a blue light shining out of his core as is scanned over the surface. "This thing can fight through an armada?" He took a few feet back to fully take in the ships exterior. "Well it definitely looks the part." The ship wasn't too big, but it definitely stood out from the other jumpships. He turned to ask Holliday how more about the ship and the added features that she had failed to mention but she had already made her way back to her little corner of the loading dock. In her hands was a tablet of sorts, a silver frame with a light blue holographic screen within. Just after she tapped a few things on the screen, a plethora of information flooded Echo's database. He now had access to the blueprints and could see the inner workings of the ship itself. It was fitted with new tech that Holliday herself designed and had planned to embed into the newest models of jumpships. Some of this tech included a cloaking mechanism, enhanced tracking on weapons, as well as a cleansing circle built into the small infirmary, a technology extracted from the Vex. Echo returned to Evana but was distracted by the joyful and ecstatic shouting of the young ghost belonging to the human Warlock.

"Echo."

Echo slowing turned his attention to his guardian, amused by the other ghost's reaction. "Hmm?"
"Stay here, have a look around. I must grab a few things from the Vault before we take off," Evana instructed, already starting to walk away toward the Vaults.

"Roger, roger," Echo replied, turning to face the ship when he sees the overjoyed ghost rush out and stop just at the entrance of the ship, exclaiming that there was a minifridge on board. "Sweet…" he murmured, floating toward the entrance. Just as he passed the other ghost he asked, "Think you can steer this baby, kid?" half chuckling as he asked. He went inside to check out the interior, going by a fellow guardian who had made herself comfortable in one of the seats. "I bet the fridge is empty," he said to no one in particular.

--

It didn't take long for Evana to access her Vault, a virtual storage system that holds all the loose items, weapons, and armor she had acquired over a few years. In all honestly, she didn't need much. It was just a relief to be away from all those guardians. There wasn't too much as she didn't feel the need to have anything other than her MIDA Multi-Tool, though she kept a few others around. Mostly, one of each type she felt she'd ever need. Looking through the list of items she had stored, Evana selected some ammo synthesis, in the event of particularly sticky situations. She grabbed an old sniper rifle she had purchased from Future War Cult a long time ago. Though she hardly used it, she didn't know what exactly she'd be facing. It's always better to be safe than sorry, something she had heard was a common term in the olden days.

As she exited out of the Vault, Evana threw her head back, glaring out at the open sky, the large and broken structure that was the Traveler hovering protectively over the Tower. She let out an softly audible sigh before starting her walk toward the others.

[User] Asia listens to the plans of getting said supplies.she would of gone but she didn't exactly know where she's going and she didn't have any money(or whatever it's called).she still felt shy and didn't want seem like an idiot so she didn't say anything but kinda gave the team mates going a wierd and confused look.

[Assistant]
Vayen had kept silent since she last spoke, only following the rest of the fireteam.
She had wished this request had come from her queen back at the Vestian Outpost, her Vestian ship would even be left behind for the mission, not that she minded their new toy, neither did the ghosts it seemed.
Evana ran off to make sure her supplies was with her, the other guardians seemed to be at their own, inspecting their new ship.
Stepping inside she took her fair look inside, sitting down on the co pilot seat. Spinning her chair to face the back of the ship she sighed and looked up with a mixed expression, inbetween relieved and awkardly pushing her social side, "I, well I guess I will introduce myseld shortly, despite the data we have on each other..." she looked around for response, "My name is Vayen Lokh, I have been around for sometime, not good with the names but I will try to not mess up with you folks... My shy and mute of a ghost is named Saga, though she lacks outer communication functions she will happily listen and talk to you through a holoscreen..." She did not know how to continue, despite Evana being away it felt better doing something than to remain silent, besides these were the people she would now start to work with and probably beyond their current mission seeing as what has so far been invested on them.

[User]
Einstein was initially confused by the ghost that had floated by, talking about steering the ship. Through the comm on Cecelia's suit, he remarked "Um... I'd prefer to not navigate a ship, like I always do when we're jumping around." Cecelia smiled a little and rolled her eyes. Hearing another guardian introduce herself, Cecelia figured names of sorts would be a little important. "Hey. I'm Cecelia. My ghost, Einstein, can- and always does- call me princess. Just a nickname. My tactic is up close and in-your-face as much as I can. If there's a large baddie, I'll pull out my sniper. I guess I'm a heavy-impact sort of shooter. Though, with enough Light, I can whip out me a golden gun. I knew I wouldn't need to go to the Vault cause I've been using the same sniper and handcannon since I found them on Mars. Too good to pass up, and nothing that's surpassed them while I've been out in the field or at the Tower's gunsmith. Just works for me. My armor probably isn't optimized, but it's comfy and guards me well enough. What sort of fighting style do you use, Miss Lokh?"
 Fighting styles and tactics were a primary concern for Cecelia, since hers was pretty versatile. It'd be unwise to have six guardians going up-close-and-personal with no sniper backup in case of a few Hobgoblins or that annoying Vandal with the sniper beam-gun. Always hate those, because they threw the biggest wrenches in Cecelia's tactics execution. Too much evasion while trying to approach. Occasionally, she can hit them with a throwing knife right in the face, but that's a really hard shot to make. No matter what, Cecelia would fill the role most needed. If most of them preferred to rush in, she'd stay back. If a lot of them preferred to use distance, she'd be best to rush in. This looked like a jumpship base more than a ship of its own. It'd be big enough to launch smaller jumpships from it, which would be awesome. Like a mobile hanger. Typing it into a holo-note, Cecelia transmitted it to Einstein to work on some rough draft blueprints. Maybe they could make something after this mission. Or at least start. Either way, this mission takes precedence.

[Assistant] "My name is Asia,uh,I really can't say anything about my combat skills"Asia said softly.She wasn't sure why she spoke up and wondered if she should've just stayed quiet.she looks out the window.

[User]
"Mason!" It took the Ghost a few moments to tear itself away from whatever it had been looking at before hovering in the open doorway. "I'm going to leave the introductions to you while I run and grab a few things, alright?"

"Ohhh, okay!" The ghost chirped back at him as he turned to leave the hanger, heading back the way they had came. "I'll do just that." The Ghost muttered to itself as it made it's way through the ship to where the others had gathered just in time for the Titan Vayen Lohk to introduce herself and her Ghost Saga. Fascinated by the fact that Saga had no exterior communication functions but instead used a holoscreen to communicate with most others had the curious Ghost slowly hovering closer to Saga and Vayen, and completely forgetting that Mason was suppose to be introducing themselves to the others.

When the Hunter Cecelia introduced herself and her Ghost Einstein had broken
Mason's interest on Saga and quickly brought back the fact that Mason was suppose to be making introduction. "Oh, right!" The Ghost quickly exclaimed as it remembered it's task. "My name is Mason! I'm belong to the Warlock Atticus Gage. He likes long walks on the beach killing Fallen dregs and he absolutely looooooooooooooooooooves ice cream." The Ghost looked around the room, but failed to look behind it where Atticus now stood before whispering. "Strawberry is his favorite!"

"Mason!"

"Eeep!" Startled the Ghost shot up higher into the air with a resound clang of metal against metal as it hit the roof before making a dash to hide under Vayen sitting in the copilot seat. "Don't do that, meanie!"

Atticus sighed and shook his head as Asia took the chance to introduce herself
before looking back out a window. "Well, anyway," He shifted the gear he had in his arms. "I am Atticus Gage, and that would be my Ghost Mason. Don't take anything Mason says to seriously, as my Ghost an be a bit of a child."

"Hey!" Mason shot up from the hiding place under Vayen, but didn't fly to far away just in case it need a quick return to hide. "That is not very nice! I said wonderful things about you!"

Atticus ignored Mason for the moment as he made his way over to Asia, placing some of the gear he had brought with him into the empty seat beside her. "If you're gonna be traveling with us, you may as well look like you know what you're doing. So I've brought you a spare helmet, coat and boots that I've had for some time. It's nothing special, but it won't stain as easily as that white gear your Ghost made you." He removed the shotgun he had slung over his shoulder and placed it with the rest of the gear. "And I didn't have much in the way spare weapons, but this shottie has gotten me out of some tight jams before. Hopefully it'll do the same for you."

[Assistant]
Cecelia looked over at the freshly awoken Guardian and felt sympathy, but didn't want to make her feel pitied. "Hey, don't worry about what you think of your skill, Asia. First of all, everyone here was a fresh Guardian at some point, and two: this is no Guardian's first time in life. Ghosts have... awakened our bodies from basically a hibernation. You have talent in you, you just need to... remember what it is. We can tell by that bond on you that you're a Warlock. You don't have anything to live up to. You're a blank slate. Each of us has some standard that either we ourselves have set on us or some entity has forced upon us. You got nothin. You can be whatever you want. Except an agent of Darkness. Then we'd have to kill ya, and nobody wants to do that." With a joking smirk at her last two statements, she completes the smile and nods at the young Warlock.
 "Also," Cecelia adds, "if you need another weapon, I can help procure one from an enemy, if you need. I know they have a tendency to go 'POOF' into the darkness after they're killed, but I have taken some weapons from live ones and used them. They don't go 'poof' like the enemies do. Except Vex arms. At any rate, I know this cause Einstein's used that as a challenge of some sort. Each one that I succeeded, I might add." Putting emphasis and a sideways glance at Einstein during the last sentence, Einsteing does the ghost equivalent of rolling his eyes and flashes away. Probably to check out the systems, in case he does have to fly it at some point. "So, What style of fighting do the rest of you do? Cause I can be front-line, in-their-face with my pistol, or I can be ranged support with my sniper. Just tell me which I need to be and I'll be it. Though, if I'm going to be ranged support, I'd prefer to have someone with an auto, scout or pulse rifle with them in case we get rushed. Don't wanna waste sniper rounds on running enemies. Harder for headshots. And my pistol isn't very effective much farther than point-blank-headshot-range. Just sayin."