[System]
Transformations:
Common Spider Species > Oculus Spider

Inventory:
Stomach Sac - 0/3 Slots Filled. Small Items only.

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People Of interest.
 - Zieglar Blackgate = Elite Human Male, Knight Templar
 - Trent Bondeman = Human Male, Squire
religious Idol = the sun, made up of three main deities<Holy Spirits.
understanding of what they are/reward (does not make it true, simply what he believes.)
"Dhulfiqar" The King - Rewards decisions and team work that benefit the group, Loyalty to those around and under you, supports the Leader. A barbaric blood-drinking Sun Spirit whose following is limited to the deserts of Ashyra to the south
"Galatine" The Protector - Rewards courage and bravery to stand your ground to protect and fight for others either through words or actions. Doesn't care what side of a conflict is chosen as long as a side is chosen. the one who protects, the one who brings growth and life widely revered all across Viskard.
"Claidheamh" The Mother - Rewards growth and prosperity, weather it be food or wealth as long as what is gathered is shared and wealth not horded. so that everyone may grow and be strong. An ancient Sun Spirit from the Shiri people
Theme:

Andrews Song – End of Silence (youtu.be/--GloEz01Zo)

Gender:

Male

Species:

Pixie

Appearance:

Ardur looks like a small person with light fair skin, shoulder length green hair, Golden glimmering eyes, and wings that look similar to green leaves. A few things stand out on his person. There are three round dark spots on his chest and back. Also his hands are stained purple up to his wrists.

Goals:

Ardur simply wishes to be Strong. Strong enough to protect others and take care of them. He will do what he must to push others so they can also grow and be better.

- become worshiper of the sun and spread its influence.

New personality traits: Impulsive, Slightly crazy, Inquisitive, Courageous, Maybe a bit stupid, Opportunistic, lacks empathy towards most others.

Ardur was once known as Travis Smith and worked and lived in the weird city of Portland Oregon. Now Travis had a rather normal upbringing with nothing too significant happening to him. He had parents that worked in industry. His father, worked with shipping containers as a foreman. His mother, worked with air cargo as a manager. Both did rather well for their family and kept them in a modest home. He had two younger sisters, twins actually. Both were dead set on joining the navy after they graduated.

Now Travis learned early on through volunteer work with his high school, that helping others was what he wanted to do. So instead of joining up with the military, was able to get a few scholarships and went into paramedic courses and physical trainer classes. Both of which he excelled at, finding his purpose in helping others. He did adopt a strange and sometimes dark sense of humor through this to deal with the stressful work environment of a paramedic. he filled his down time with listening and singing along to a variety of different modern and classic music as well as watching nature documentary's to help him relax.

For a time his life was good. He did what he could to help others through work and volunteering. Travis learned more about himself then he expected too. Working one week on one week off was a bit of a pain but it allowed him to work with some local athletes in his free time. Travis eventually found himself to be quiet in the company of others, always with a smile on his face. He did tend to be a bit pushy toward the people he was working with. He wanted to see them grow and be great. Somehow he adopted a protective side to him as well, especially towards his friends or the people he loved. This protective instinct would eventually lead to his down fall.

Travis, now 32, was going to be married in three months to a beautiful short red head named Sara, who just so happened to be a couple months pregnant. Sara was the one person who could really light a fire under him and get him to do anything. She was his motivation to be better, she was his muse. The last night he would be working was a stormy one. Just past midnight with rain, wind, and thunder. A strong winter storm. He was called out with his partner to a domestic. Apparently the husband beat his wife up pretty bad then ran out into the night.

The two paramedics didn't think anything of it. It wasn't the first time they had been called out to something like this and it wouldn't be the last. The police officers that stayed at the residence called out that the scene was safe as they approached. A severely beaten female sat on the hood of one of the police cars. Travis and his partner approached her and began to asses her injuries. The police officers were nearby interviewing some neighbors when it happened. He saw him out of the corner of his eye. A man brandishing a revolver came at them from in between a few houses intent on killing the woman.

Travis didn't think he only reacted. Grabbing the woman and turning away from the man he tried to push her away and around the ambulance. He remembered hearing thunder and a scream. The thunder rang out three times but all he felt was cold as he hit the wet pavement. Several other flashes of lights and thunder rang out into the night as the last thing he remembers was thinking that Sara was going to kill him for this. The blurry and muted voice of his partner and the other officers continued in his head until everything faded, and he was alone and cold.

Then suddenly there was light and a voice talking about rebirth and demon kings. He thought he was hallucinating and thought this was just some sort of way his body dealt with the sudden loss of function, so he decided to play along. So many choices he wondered which one would suit him? The slime seemed nice but strange, the dire Rat just reminded him of filth and garbage. Then there was a wisp it seemed more of a loner and mysterious.

The goblin simply reminded him of stories of greed and madness, both things he dealt with regularly before and wasn't too keen on continuing that. The serpent seemed interesting but seemed more designed to inflict lasting pain or torture and that wasn't what he stood for. Finally, he was introduced to the Pixie. A strange creature sure, weaker than the others but a healer. Something that supports groups without inflicting too much pain. This is what he decided on and in an instant he felt cold again but also strange like waking up from a bad dream.

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Of the two humans the girl seemed the more reasonable but it was clear that she didn't trust Danny at all and Miiba only slightly more. Her questions were reasonable but he wasn't sure if he should give away Jason's location. When the girl pulled out a sour crystal shard though Danny knew his friend was likely to be found anyway.

Still he did his best to stay calm and answer as much of her questions as he could without giving the wrong impression. "While my friend and I did sneak over the wall we didn't attack anyone. In fact your friend went on the attack the second we revealed ourselves and told him what we knew about an upcoming goblin attack  He was getting angry just thinking about it but he took a deep breath.

"That said he clearly wants to protect everyone else living here and we did look suspicious. During the fight I mainly dodged his attacks, threw sand in his face and dealt with the ax he used thanks to point strike but I never actually hurt him, Jason might drained some of his mana but overall Geir should have a lot of health for someone attacked by two monsters. If you don't believe me try analyzing him with that source crystal, or analyze me it should say there is something unusual about me because like Miiba over there I'm reincarnated." Danny really hoped they knew the truth about the Goblin girl but he couldn't imagine any other reason they would allow her to stay around.

"As to where Jason is I don't know, he told me to run here and probably drained mana from that bird over there but I haven't seen him since."

Abilities:
* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force III
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis III
* Meditate I
* Mana Shape I
* Aqua Sphere I
* Magic Analysis II
* Mana Dart I
* Blunt Resistance I
* Focus I
* Faster I
* Plant Analysis I
* Mana Vision I
* Point Strike I
* Muffle I
* Crafting I
* Spiritual Awareness I
* Fireball I
* Material Analysis I
* Fusion Skill [Analysis]
Wisp > (Immature) Poltergeist

Inventory:* Source Crystal Shard x1, charged
* Flak Sac x1
* Broken Flak Shell x1
* Flak Shell x1
* Goat Hide Robe
* Flak Pauldron
* Flak Gauntlet
* Sharp Stone
* Cudgel
* Curved Stick
* Flak beetle mandible
* Dire Rat-Hide Loincloth
* Small Hollow Gourd (Half Full of Water)
* Wooden Cudgel

[Assistant]
Well, that hadn't been the evolution option he had expected to see, but the fact that a new option had appeared at all proved that his theory was correct. His transformation options were tied to the things that he had learned or done; each elemental variant of his original Pixie form was available due to his learning of various magical spells, while Hipixie was probably a generic transformation that all Pixie's could get. The same was probably true of the others in his party, though he hadn't seen what other options were available to them; Digbie evolved into a magically focused Demiblin because he was learning magic as well, whereas if he had focused on physical development he might have become a Hobgoblin or Orc, while Ash and Torrent had received or perhaps just chosen different evolutions of the Fanged Lizard because of how they had developed up until this point. Torrent would probably gain a transformation based on her breath attacks while Ash evolved into a Winged Kobold because of… whatever it was she was doing.

In the end it didn't change his mind about what to evolve into, but it was interesting to know nonetheless; he would evolve into a Sprite and gamble on the fact that he would receive at least one variant for his troubles. Digbie was evolving as well, which gave him pause; he didn't want everyone except Ash to be evolving at once lest she be forced to watch over all of them with no help; Torrent seemed to still be focusing on her experiments however, so it should be safe for him to do so now. "I'm going to evolve as well. See you soon."

Oberon retreated to the cavern they had dug in order to give himself some form of shelter from danger while he was vulnerable; he trusted the others to look after him, but there was no reason to take chances or make things harder on them. He settled down in more or less the same spot he had slept in last night and lay down on the dirt floor. "System: Select 'Adult Sprite' transformation."

Select "Adult Sprite" tranformation option

[User]
Ardur The Mighty Hipixie  Time for a swim > A short Rest /// Adventuring day 5 // Evening / Location - The Shimmering Pool

The water was cold, the sounds of the fight over head slowly drifted away. Ardur opened his eyes as he swam down. The water was a blur of blue with flashing lights floating overhead. He was getting tired, he had already received several hits, his mana was low, and he had an inkling in his mind that Steve was in trouble. This fight was definitely not going to be easy.

Continuing to swim towards the shore the sword twisted itself around him and spoke once more. All he could do in return was nod. Now his chest was starting to feel like it was about to explode, he hadn't gotten that much air when he dove into the water. Bursting through the surface for air he was greeted by a bright flash, sizzle, and then pain. The system did not hesitate to notify him that his health was low now. At least he got a new skill, a new skill that didn't mean a dam thing if he died.

Quickly the High pixie cast Minor Healing I on himself and with several deep breaths dove back under the water. This time however he did not swim to shore. Instead he closed his eyes and let the cold stillness of the water envelop him and his mind. Attempting to slow his heart rate to conserve his oxygen while also attempting to use the same techniques he had used in acquiring Meditation I to pull the ambient mana in the water into himself.

This he would try for a little while. Going up for air only two or three times and sinking back down each time. He was confident in the swords ability to protect him from any of the wisps that would be lured down. Ardur was well aware that he could not attempt this forever and after getting air the fourth time he would attempt to swim under the water towards the shore and back to the group.

Level: 7
Steve Level: 4

Health: 20%
Mana: 20%
Stamina: 50%

Buffs:

Debuffs:

Inventory: bow horn venison x15 lbs.
+Cooked bow horn venison 5 Lbs.
+Rubber Frog skin Backpack - This item is more elastic than it looks. Can hold 15 Small Items. The number of items held may be affected by larger items that take up more space. It is more durable than most raw materials due to its rubbery composition, but without proper care it may degrade over time.

Clothes:
+Beetle Bracer - This item for your Arm makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Bone Breastplate - This item for your Torso makes you feel slightly tougher.
+Grass Skirt - This item is fragile and flammable, but serves as decent clothing.

Weapons:
+Sharp Stone
+Beetle Mandible - Rather hard and sharp on its own, it might be sturdy enough to refine.
+Old Leg Bone -

Current Party: Asura, Mother Slime, Steve, and himself... I guess Trent is here too

Magic/Skills: Shield II, Lesser Flight III, Minor Heal III, Physical Conditioning I, Fire Resistance I, Taming II, Fireball I, Stronger II, Crafting II, Muffle I, Inspire I, Guidance I, Spell chant I, Use light equipment, Meditation I, Point Strike I, Keen Sight I, Material Analysis I, Monster Analysis I, Alert I, Lesser Cleanse I, Mana Strike I, Faster I,

Kills for current level:  1x skeleblin,

Quests:
- purify an Item for Galatine

Long term Quests:
- bring a hero to Undine the sword in the pool.

Other:


[System]
Age: 17

Heritage: The son of Hatter Madrail. Ghent's mother was murdered a few years after he was born.

Adoptive parents: Frederick and Elise Preston. Elise was the first to find Hatter's son; she was astonished to discover him in the woods near their home, disoriented and impossibly lost.

Appearance: Thick, medium length black hair. The style is unpredictable, but the layers sometimes give it an unruly appearance. His bangs fall in front of his eyes, which are blue in color and have a sharp, piercing quality to them. The rest of his features are dark and seem to contrast against his paler-than-should-be skin. He has a lithe build and currently stands at 5'9", but has about a year left to grow.

Distinguishing Marks: A few light freckles running across the bridge of his nose. A more noticeable one is underneath his left eye. He has a small scar underneath his jaw.

Clothes Wear: Whatever's comfortable. He usually wears hoodies, jeans, worn out sneakers, and three quarter/graphic t-shirts.

Abilities: Strength and magic, both inherited from his race. As far as magic goes, Ghent was completely unaware of the ability until Drust and Elayra came to earth. Understandably, he is inexperienced but has the potential to become better with practice.

Weapons: A staff, given to him on page 13.

Personality: It's no secret that Ghent can be a pain. He isn't malicious, but he enjoys pushing the buttons of others in order to get a reaction out of them. His sarcasm usually lands him in trouble, but his past experiences haven't been enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Despite his immaturity, he has a good heart. Ghent has lazy tendencies, but can be hard working with proper motivation.

Major Positive Traits: Compassionate. Empathetic. Hardworking (sometimes).

Major Negative Traits: Sarcastic. Cocky. Klutz. Impulsive. Awkward.

Weaknesses: At times, Ghent doubts himself and his abilities. The fear of failure usually prevents him from achieving success. Having lived in two worlds, he struggles with deciding where he belongs and where his loyalties lie.

Ticks and Tags: Ticks: Fidgets a lot, often with the drawstrings of his hoodies. When he's faced with a situation he can't wrap his mind around, he will pace and/or mumble to himself until he can make sense of what's happening.  Tags: "Cut me some slack!" "Great." "Wait, what?"

Fears: Ghosts. Failure. Being unable to return home. Wonderland in general.

Short Bio: Ghent's story could have been a tragic one, had he not been found. He was discovered in a forest as a toddler, and later adopted by the very family that took him in.
 For much of his childhood, Ghent lived in the comforts of a small farmhouse in the country. Life was serene, quiet, and good. He grew up happy and healthy, with a mother who doted on him and a dedicated, hardworking father.
 Things changed when they moved. Seeking better employment, Mr. Preston uprooted his family to the city, which is where they remained for the years that followed.
 The city posed many differences and challenges, but Ghent learned to adapt and knew his way around. Unfortunately, street smarts didn't help much in school.
 As Ghent grew older, the nightmares and flashbacks became more frequent. Different events or images would trigger a memory, many of which involved Elayra and Drust. The memories confused and frightened Ghent. He never forgot Wonderland, but he learned to stop talking about it after his parents sought him professional help. It was something his mother made the mistake of telling her longtime friend, Mrs. Saxon.
 News spread and rumors started. High school proved to be Ghent's biggest obstacle. He became an easy target for jokes and ridicule, and his grades began to suffer for it.
 Motivated by money and the desire to help his family financially, he began to take on odd jobs. His fifth job turned out to be his favorite: a part-time shift at Frank's Book Barn.
 Even there, Ghent wasn't free from Wonderland. Flashbacks would hit him at the most inconvenient times…and they didn't cease until became reunited with two important faces from his past.

Other Important Characters

Name: Henry

Age: 14

Appearance:  Henry is thin, wiry, with no muscle tone whatsoever. He makes an effort to look neat, but his untamed shock of ginger hair betrays him by looking a mess and his freckles are out of control. When reading, he wears thick black glasses over his large, brown eyes that give him an owlish appearance.

Clothes wear: Henry wears an odd mix of clothing. Most of his clothes are hand-me-downs from previous cousins, including Ghent. When his options are limited, he can be found wearing faded graphic t-shirts (he favors Disney ones) and jeans that have been rolled up at the cuffs in order to fit.

Personality: Despite a rocky home life, Henry remains optimistic, but he has a sensitive side that results in him crying at the drop of a hat. Although he has a sweet, childlike innocence about him, he isn't foolish. He's remarkably intelligent and has a great love for reading and learning. Because of his OCD, Henry is always cleaning and organizing, and likes to keep busy in order to make himself useful. His desire for perfect order can be a little overwhelming at times, but he means no ill intent and has great respect for his family and friends.

Bio: Henry is an only child who never longed for the company of a sibling. Growing up in the country, he had plenty of family and cousins to spend his time with. The families all lived quite close in the rural area, including the Preston family.
 Even as a toddler, Henry was fascinated by Ghent and seemed to gravitate towards him, viewing him as an older brother figure. To the delight of their parents, the three year age gap and a difference in personality didn't prevent the two boys from getting along.
 After the Preston family moved to the city, Henry was heartbroken. The families kept in touch when possible, making multiple visits during the holidays. The visits lessened over the years, but Henry took it upon himself to keep in touch through any means possible. To Elise's delight (and to Frederick and Ghent's dismay) Henry has been known to leave long rambling phone messages, sends more texts than a teenage girl, and writes letters so long, they need to be mailed in multiple envelopes.
 Henry is the only one Ghent continued to trust with his few memories of Wonderland. Their efforts to uncover the mystery were admirable, but brought nothing but disappointment and wild theories. Eventually, a disgruntled Ghent gave up, but Henry continued to search for the truth behind his cousin's past.

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The stories didn't do the shadowmire justice, nothing could have. What startled Miles most of all was the size of the beast, and how quickly its sleek, ebony body moved.
 "You're next, girl!" Miles made a move to push Elayra through the portal. One swift action was all it would have taken for the two Wonderlanders to join Ghent, but the shadowmire had other plans and lunged forward to attack.
 Cursing loudly, Miles twisted out of the way enough for his coat to take the damage rather than his flesh. Three perfectly spaced tears in the fabric were evidence of the shadowmire making its mark.
 Even though Miles was faster than most his age, speed alone was not enough for him to avoid the second attack. As he prepared to shoot, he felt a sharp, stinging pain go through his arm. The shadowmire's tail acted as a whip, and it succeeded in disarming him.
 "No!" Ignoring the bloody gash across his wrist, Miles dived after the pistol in desperation. The weapon disappeared beneath a dirtied puddle of rain, just out of his reach.
 Breathing raggedly, Miles had no choice but to crawl towards where he'd last seen the weapon. From his position, he couldn't see Elayra or the portal, and the pulsing of their exit felt weaker than it had.
 "Where is it?!" Pawing through the water frantically, Miles finally felt the cool steel near the bottom. He removed the pistol and returned his finger to the trigger, fighting to keep his hands steady.
 As he sat up, Miles narrowly avoided a second hit from the shadowmire's tail. Unlike before, the shadowmire wasn't aiming for him. Its tail flicked to the side as if taunting someone, an evil grin pulling at its lips.
 While the monster focused on Elayra, Miles knew that was this was the distraction he needed. It was now or never.
 Crouching on one knee, Miles aimed the barrel upwards. "I haven't waited this long to have everything taken away from me now, witch!"
 Keeping both eyes open, he aimed for the shadowmire's head, and shot.

[Assistant]
The shadowmire's ears twitched, and irritation flashed in the beast's eyes—rather, the Queen's watchful enchantment—when Miles' called out to it. It's tail flicked as if to lash at him again, but it did not have time.
 Nothing could have prepared Elayra for the earsplitting ring of the gunshots. She gasped and covered her ears as the confined space amplified the noise.
 The shadowmire yowled in pain when Miles' bullets hit their target, its volume contending with the bang of the gun. It shook its head violently, its body thrashing about and sending sprays of rain from its fur and scales.
 Elayra ducked and sidestepped to avoid its tail as the beast spun toward miles with an almost metallic, feline roar, but her attention snapped to the portal a single lunge away from her when it flickered. She inhaled and glanced between Miles and the shadowmire, and the portal.
 "Sorry, Miles," she muttered as the beast's scaly segments scrunched together in preparation to pounce at the current greater threat.
 Saliva strung over its sharp teeth as it bore its impossible number of wicked teeth at the gun-wielding man. It kept one eye closed, thick blood dripping down from its corner to soak the fur of its face. Its tail shot in front of it, both a distraction and attempt at disarming him again.
 "Keep it angry," she shouted at Miles as she stepped sideways toward the portal, unsure if the usual tactics would work with the Red Queen backing the creature up, "and you keep it stupid!" With that, she jumped into the swirling portal as it flickered again.
 The moment she stepped through, the magic of the portal let out a final, long pulse, like the last weary moan of the dying. It sucked together into its glowing crack, but even that snuffed itself out like an eye closing for the last time.
 As if it sensed that the portal—and its desired prey—had vanished, the shadowmire let out another howl. An almost feminine, human air mingled eerily with it, before its injured body sunk into a pool of shadows that raced away over the walls and to the rooftops.
 In the alley, a scrap of dirtied, brown fabric stuck out from the dead-end where the portal had been: a small scrap of Elayra's dress that had not quite made it through. A scrap that created the only solid evidence that the Wonerlander had roamed the streets of Earth.

[User]
The sound the monster made was otherworldly. Droplets of water and flecks of blood hit Miles as the shadowmire shook out its coat. Cringing at the combination of the screech and blood, Miles aimed to shoot again when the pistol was knocked out of his grasp for the second time.
 Unable to keep his balance, the drunkard fell backwards from the force of the hit and stared up at the salivating monster in horror. He attempted to scoot himself back, hoping to put any distance possible between himself and the shadowmire while Elayra instructed him what to do.
 "It's already stupid!" Miles' response was automatic. Using insults was second nature to him. "There's nothing I could say about this idiot that hasn't already been said!"
 Neither Wonderlander got to see if Elayra's advice worked. The second the insult left Miles' lips, Elayra escaped, and he felt a change in the air that caused him more pain than his injured wrist. The portal died, and the shadowire seemed to die with it.
 "No, no, no!" Scrambling to the wall, Miles slammed a fist against the bricks, breathing heavily as he unleashed his frustration. The portal was gone, and so was his chance at world jumping. He gripped his bleeding wrist and started cursing again, unintentionally quoting some of the profanities on the surrounding walls.
 "This can't be happening." Crippled by defeat, Miles finally sank down to a crouched position, gripping handfuls of his graying hair by the roots. He sat there for a full minute, muttering weakly about missing his chance. The sight of him babbling to himself while rocking back and forth was something better suited for an asylum.
 "I'm not crazy," Miles began to argue with the wall, turning defensive as he did with Ghent and Elayra. He nodded to the scrap of fabric left behind and continued to argue his sanity. "See? This is proof that they were here!"
 Loosening his grip on his dripping hair, Miles reached for the evidence, freezing at a sound that made his blood run cold. The blast of sirens sounded in the distance, alerting him to the fact that the police had heard the gunshot, and they were close.
 Swearing underneath his breath, Miles forced himself to stand. Visibly shaken, he fled the scene, leaving the fabric and pistol behind in his hurry.


[System]
Both approved via PM
Appearance: Berke is one big guy, standing at 215cm tall (7'1) and weighing 110kg (242lbs). His eyes are coloured green, and his skin is mildly tan. Most of his weight comes from his exceptionally muscular form. He has a messy but short head of black hair, and the beginnings of a beard on his chin. As a gorilla-like Chimera, Berke has patches of thick black hair in places on his body, especially the chest and back, though it's usually hidden under a full layer of clothing. As far as clothing goes, Berke tends to favour simple clothes, usually comprising of a non-descript pair of pants and a sweater.

Age: 19

Species: 4th Generation Gorilla Chimera

Gender: Male

Occupation: Student

Personality: Berke has a big heart to match his big body. He likes making friends and keeping people happy, and it always saddens him to see someone else being sad. Even when met with open hostility, Berke tries to make the most of it and see it as a relationship to be worked on. He is an exceptionally tolerant and forgiving person, and he likes to think that everyone just needs a little understanding to get by. However, this line of thinking often bleeds into dangerous territory, as he will take a hands off approach to some self-destructive behaviours, and lacks the assertiveness to tell someone when they're just plain wrong. Of course, he isn't so meek that he wouldn't do a thing about someone hurting another person in front of him, but he is so naïve to think he can just ask them to stop.

Openness: 9
Neuroticism: -9
Agreeableness: 9
Extroversion: 6
Conscientiousness: 7

Biography: Berke's family is descended from a type of Gorilla Monster out in the wilderness. They have often been stereotyped as a big dumb bunch of ape creatures, but as Berke would tell anyone, his grandpa was a big ol' genius, and he has an aunt that's only 5 feet tall. He lived in a mixed town of humans and Chimeras, where people would generally be fairly tolerant of each other, and that's where he picked up a lot of his own views on life. Berke would gladly tell anyone that his primary reason for deciding to attend Mordhaben's was to make a contribution to society through magic, as well as expand his horizons by taking such an active profession.

Attributes:

Strength: 12
Constitution: 10
Agility (gross motor skills): 4
Dexterity (fine motor skills): 2
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 4
Aesthetics/Appearance: 3

Magic Type Preference:  Matter Manipulation
Innate Magic Talent:  Metal Manipulation
Interests:  Bodybuilding, Playing Sports, Making friend
Skills:  Hitting people really hard, taking really hard hits, having sheer, bull-headed determination

[User]
Alexander BreckenridgeInteracting with: @FlitterFaux

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 Alexanders eyes were dangerously focused on the Chimera before him, however after hearing the fairly attractive Auburn-Headed boy's monologue, he wasn't particularly sure which of them he should be more attentive of. This problem, was solved fairly quickly as he heard the loud slamming of door announcing the presence of a staff member. Within seconds Alex felt a strong, and familiar, sensation of being routed in his place through the use of well-practiced Magic. The Woman spoke, and Alexander listened without peeling his eyes from the Chimera. Thankfully, the woman had finished the task he had set out to do, and successfully quelled to situation.

 After the magic holding him and the others was released, Alexander gave a steely glare to both the Chimera and the monologuer, and walked away from the situation. Rather then spend the next few minutes attempting to consume as much as he possibly could in the small, seven-minute timeframe, he made his way to the Exam room, thankfully taking one of the nutrient bars offered to him by a member of the university's staff. After making his way to the testing room, he found a seat in the middle of the classroom and began preparing himself for the Exam.

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 The Exam had passed fairly quickly, from Alexander's perspective, and he found himself to be one of the first finished. His parents and Grandparents had taught him well, tutoring him with the knowledge they had learned from Mordhaben long ago. Because of this, he was confident in his results, and slightly entertained about the handful of trick-questions presented. The only section he lacked extensive knowledge in was regarding medicine, regardless, he knew enough to have done well on the exam one way or the other. The written essay he wrote was based on his personal reasoning for attending the school, something he wasn't completely sure on himself, So he wrote an essay reflecting such. He knew he wished to broaden his knowledge of the world surrounding him, and he wished to hone his existing skills in case they ever became necessary.

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 After the written Exams were finished Alexander was loaded on to one of several buses, and after about thirty minutes he had arrived at whatever location it was he was being taken to. He spent several moments studying what appeared to be a destroyed ghost-town, knowing that it would be useful to have a slight lay of the land. Before long, his observations were put to an end as their instructor ordered them all to line up before him. After the professor explained the premise of this portion of the exam, Alexander quickly moved to the nearest person he deemed as an acceptable teammate, a small women wearing an outfit that was clearly influenced by Military uniforms.

 "I hope you don't mind teaming up, I'm Alex." He said softly, his voice almost timid. This however, was simply a part of the way he chose to present himself, it was always best for others to underestimate yourself.

[Assistant]
Yrhen Oharra
Unknown

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As she was looking away from the one boy, pretending to be intensely interested in the town ruins (which wasn't hard as she felt the place was quite beautiful), a shadow fell over her. She turned to look at who had approached her and found herself staring at someone's upper chest and collar bone. Tilting her head back to meet the eyes of this annoyingly tall boy with a surprisingly soft voice, she saw it was the one with the red around his eyes. Technically he was the least upsetting potential teammate she had seen so far, though she was not keen on openly admitting that fact. But he had possibly saved her some trouble by approaching her first, as she now realized her indecisiveness might see her stuck with someone much worse in the end.

Geez, he even looks like a teenage version of Pe'pe, grey hair and everything. All he needs is a short scraggly beard and to lose those bags under his eyes.

"Maybe. If you can resist bursting into tears or running home when things go badly." When. Not if. She honestly believed there was no way this trial would go smoothly. She also wanted to see how he dealt with her insults before impulsively teaming up with him. He seemed like her best bet now but he could still be useless or rotten at the core. She had been wrong too many times. Even this boy who reminded her of her grandfather was an unpredictable unknown. So she stared at Alex with cold, unfriendly eyes.

"What good are you, anyway? Can you do anything useful besides act as a human shield?"

[User]
Alexander BreckenridgeInteracting with: @FlitterFaux

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 He laughed softly at the Girl's comment about crying, before gesturing to the reddened bags under his eyes.
"Family Trait, All us 'Black-Holes' have them." He retorted with a slight smirk. Grey Hair, and Red Eyes were the men in his family's "crest," a strange genetic trait that always appears on the boys. His Uncles had them as well, and his Grandfather said they'd been in his family for centuries, long before they became the renowned military family they currently were.

 Alexander's eyes were the antithesis to the Brunette's before him, full of empathy and warmth, a fair reflection of his own personality. He was however realistic, and took note of her choice of words, glad that she understood the seriousness of the matter before them. It was likely that some of the other students wouldn't take this very seriously, given the professor just said that the university was taking Anyone they could. His attention returned to the girl before him as she asked, rather bluntly, "What good are you, anyway? Can you do anything useful besides act as a human shield?"

"I have about twelve years of experiance with Firearms, but I'm most efficient at range." He stated softly, before continuing;
"And I also have about seven years of experiance with Gravitational Field Manipulation, though I specialize in Density Manipulation." He concluded, before checking the charge level of his Condenser, and taking a step backwards. With a bit of focus, he found himself levitating several inches off the ground, and lowered himself back down gently.

"So, I showed you mine..." He said softly, with a slight smirk.

[Assistant]
Yrhen Oharra
Unknown

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This is getting... almost creepy. His personality is almost just like Pe'pe, on top of everything else.

Listening and watching very carefully Yrhen's decision was made on his level of competence. And she knew she definitely needed this guy on her team before someone else tried to steal him away. Even if he was a psychopath or some other kind of deviant behind that smile, right now she needed someone reliable like this. But she knew she couldn't look too eager; such a thing was an easily exploitable weakness after all.

Twelve years? I only have about eight under my belt. And I bet he's familiar with more than just a few different models. And seven years of gravity magic? That must take way more energy than my own techniques. I couldn't even attempt something like that without passing out. The way he talks, and how easy that levitation looked for him... formal training? Dammit, I should have known! It looks like I'm the useless one after all.

Yrhen kept her thoughts and emotions off her face thanks to a lifetime of practice, but her confidence had taken another dive. If this was just the first person she met and he had that much more experience than her, how well trained were the others? She dropped her duffel on the ground in front of her and knelt down to open it. She started taking out her weapons and ammunition. Bet that train conductor would have had a fit if he knew I was carrying all this on me.

"I suppose you'll do, Alex. You can call me Oharra. And it should be obvious what I do."

She grabbed an enormous thirteen millimeter round from her bag and took her rifle off her shoulder. She looked up pointedly as she loaded the bullet in a practiced, efficient motion. She then went back to retrieving and checking her backup weaponry, which included an unusual piece, a sharpened steel boomerang. At the same time she took these things out she hastily grabbed her own hand-me-down condenser and stuffed that into a pocket. It was a very old model her grandparents used, with far less capacity than modern Condensers. She would prefer not to advertise the fact that most of her equipment was low budget.

"I prefer to conserve my magic when a bullet will do. I don't do show and tell." More like I can't afford to demonstrate...

As soon as she had everything in its proper place she stood and slung her rifle over her shoulder again.

"Third member. Need someone who's not a complete idiot."

[User]
Berke was glad to see that, for starters, the man that had been pushed did not seem all that determined to start a fight, even if he did leave the door open for one. Somebody else stepped in to use some magic to prevent their confrontation, and then shortly after that a teacher arrived with a display of far more potent magic and proceeded to chastise the hostile pair. Berke was somewhat happy to hear the teacher believed he had shown good judgement, though it was ultimately overwhelmed by concern over Azerus. She also launched into an explanation of the magic the other guy used, which was interesting. Berke had never worked with a condenser before, so this was learning something new. In the end, she hurried them on to start eating. Berke would have taken the opportunity to check in on Azerus, but he seemed intent on isolating himself from the rest, not even inclined to eat. Berke decided it was best he just recover his sidelined meal and get ready for the tests.

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Berke had come somewhat prepared to take a written test, though his preparations were not entirely adequate to make a good showing here. While a few subjects had improved, for some his studies had not covered the material included on the test, and for those he had never been good at he did as poorly as he usually did. His performance would no doubt be overall middling with wildly vacillating grades between subjects. As for the essay, while Berke was not overly eloquent, he could certainly speak from the heart, and wrote a great deal on his desire to do right by his community and the lessons he had learned back in Altay. He had no idea if this was the kindof thing that the institute wanted to hear, but it was exactly what had brought him hear, and Berke wasn't one to embellish himself to sound better. At the end of the day, he wasn't remotely sure if he would pass this section, but he had given it his best effort.

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Finally, it was time for the physical exam. If it was nothing more than a test of strength, Berke would definitely do well, though even he was sure there would be more to it than that. The problem right now was making a group. Berke didn't know many people here, so there was only one real choice as to whom to approach first, and that was Azerus. Berke did not notice the smaller student that tried but failed to join up with him, and simply went in with a broad smile on his face and placed his hand on Azerus' shoulder. "Hey buddy, want to team up with me?" He was completely oblivious to the fact that he might be less than keen to do so.

Light


[System]
Theme:
Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

Gender:
Female

Species:
Lessereurm

Appearance:
Green with blue mixed in.
She looked like a fantasy version of a skink lizard, her head being more bony with scaly outcrops along her snout and over the ridges on her eyes. Though she had no back legs, her front limbs had become somewhat longer and stronger. While she didn't have true thumbs, her claws had been reduced to three digits, two of which were longer and the third of which was shorter, thicker, and set at an angle to the others. It was a bit like a human's hand making a constant "Spock-hand" by holding the index-middle and pinky-ring fingers in pairs and curling the thumb. The joints of these "fingers" and the natural curl of her claws gave her a stronger grip that she could feel even as she began to pull herself along the ground--she would be able to pull, or to scoop and dig, quite fast if she felt so inclined. She was roughly twice as long as her previous form, though not so heavy-set throughout her body. As her tail instinctively lashed behind her, she would likely feel confident that she could easily contort herself in a variety of shapes.

Goals:
Rain has only a few major goals:
-Follow any instructions from the mysterious Demon King
-Make the most of this second chance, no matter the cost
-Become the King's favorite, at any cost (selfish reasons, really)

Past Life:
There were few things more important to Rain in her short life than secrecy, alertness, and speed. She was not stronger than most, she was not at healthy as most, but with those three key factors helped to keep her alive and ahead in the dirty streets of an unnamed slum deep in the heart of Detroit.

Born to teen parents who didn't want her, it was a life of hardship from the start. She looked to her parents and was left wanting, before being abandoned at the age of six. She was a street urchin with a lack of trust and a thirst for better.

She scraped by, year after year, by honing these skills and not being afraid to be ruthless with the other filth left in the gutter, the gangs and the deranged.

Her life, however, was cut short by someone just a bit smarter and faster than she was, who happened to slip a knife between her ribs at the age of 16.

Given a second chance, she's going to do it right this time.

Transformations:
Fanged Lizard -- Lesserwurm

Inventory:

[User]
While Danny's use of Lesser Force did succeed in breaking twigs and making noise the him becoming the center of the Goblins' attention wasn't planned. Luckily going by what he heard it seemed they overestimated the threat he posed making him hope he had a good change to escape without a fight.

When the kid got out from the rock and slowly made his way to the cave he didn't do anything, hoping the Goblins would't notice that they were both relatively easy prey. He wondered what business a human could have in that cave but he figured that with no longer there the kid would probably be fine, still part of him wanted to follow if only to satisfy his own curiosity despite the risk of running into Asura and his crew.

Any plans of stealthily going after the human disappeared from Danny's mind when he heard the female Goblin that challenged Crispy say something about burning shortly before the bush caught on fire. Moving away from the Goblin he left his hidingspot as quickly as he could before running away with Faster. Man, I really have to get Fireball." As he ran he tried to pick up any vibrations in the ground that might mean he was being followed or that there were other threats nearby.

Abilities:
* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force II
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis II
* Meditate I
* Mana Shape I
* Aqua Sphere I
* Magic Analysis I!
* Mana Dart I
* Blunt Resistance I
* Focus I
* Faster I
* Plant Analysis I
Wisp > (Immature) Poltergeist

Inventory: Source Crystal Shard x1 and Green Argep x4

[Assistant]
Oberon opened his eyes. Despite his fatigue, his mind just wasn't tired enough to fall asleep even though his body desperately needed the rest at this point; too many thoughts buzzing around his head to just let himself drift off.

He sat up and climbed to his feet before walking out of the cave. If he wasn't going to be getting any sleep he might as well do something productive with his time instead; though with his stamina still drained and his mana reserves depleted, not to mention this Mana Burn condition he had, there wasn't much he could do.

The first thing he needed to do was recover his lost mana. His rest in the cave had restored some of it but he was still low, so he found a quiet patch of grass in the sun and sat down with his legs crossed before using both Meditation and Gather Light until his mana was fully restored. Once that had been done he just needed to decide what to work on now; given that his last experiment had proven that it was possible of overexert yourself magically it was probably best to keep things simple and not push himself any further. At least not until this status condition went away.

With that in mind it was probably best to focus on practicing his current skills or maybe try and complete a skill he had in progress rather than try anything new and potentially dangerous. Continuing to improve Mana Shape could prove useful in the future, both for creating new spells and also for creating more complex images. Working on developing more Shield spells using different mana types or trying to cast Shield on multiple targets at once was also an option. But what he eventually decided on was trying to complete a spell he had first cast accidentally back before all of this madness had started.

Like he had done back then, what felt like months ago at this point, he formed an orb of mana between his hands and then cast Shield on it. The nascent Mana Orb should absorb the additional mana of the Shield spell, perhaps also taking on some of its qualities and becoming solid as a result. Through repeating this process Oberon hoped to complete the development of the Wall spell.

Wake up and leave the shelter
Use "Meditation" and "Gather Light" to restore mana
Case "Shield I" on "Mana Orb I" in order to develop "Wall" spell.

[User]
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Though he could kill without batting an eye, Jason quickly found that reliving the death through his enemy's eyes was nothing short of traumatic. Snapping back to the real world, the paranormal entity noticed he had a new voice in his head. Great. Wait, no, this meant he could preserve the souls of the dead! Even more surprising, was the fact that the assimilated dire rat no longer seemed to be under the dungeon's control! Excited, Jason summoned his skill list.

So to unlock his skills, Jason only needed to relearn them! Beyond that, did his earth affinity go up? He felt like it did, but Jason wasnt fully sure.

"Still needs to eat, Ja-Soon!"
"Kills it! Kills it!"

Bonie and Teef cried within Jason's mind. "There's no need to," Jason replied mentally with a ghostly grin, "I've got a better idea...." Violently latching onto the unaware rodent's body, Jason once dulled his senses, focusing only on feeling the flow of the rat's mana, and bringing it into himself. Activating [Transparency] on a single psuedopod, he thrust this spectral tendril deep into the dire rat's body, reaching out to touch and draw from the glowing light within it.

[Assistant]
Asteria

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Asteria inspected the plants. The ones with a scent similar to the Healing herbs were also confirmed to either have nature mana or felt soothing in a way. A hairy blue-gray flower with dense bunches of petals seemed the closest to the herbs she was used to, yet it was a tad unpleasant and apparently incomplete. A grass with red and green pellets was very neutral – perhaps the clusters it grew were edible? The blue-yellow blossoms growing from woody stalks had a green sticky substance leaking out of them occasionally, most of the stuff smelling unpleasant like soured milk, but a rare few had a pleasant mint scent, similar to the Healing herbs – however, this plant also had incomplete mana, so it either wouldn't heal as well, or would even cause harm. The stems with pinecone-esque protrusions surrounded by bell-shaped purple petals had a burning mana instead of a natural one, and though it felt prickly, it was soothing and incomplete as well. The thorny weed Ed, Mother rat, and she had been avoiding had a hint of potentially harmful mana as well, but they weren't much of a danger.

So, out of five of the plain's plants, three had obvious mana and the same three were incomplete. The question was, if she combined the three of them together, would she create a healing mixture as good as the Healing herb? She didn't know, but she wanted to try. Gathering all the five plants by wrapping her tail around the bunch. Should I take more than one of each? As she considered this, she was distracted by Mother Rat's squeaks. She glanced up, noticing Ed had killed the ant, as she'd had full confidence he would. Mother rat was drawing her attention to the tunnel the ant had come from. The jumping and squeaking meant, based on Asteria's best guess, that there was danger still. Of course, ants aren't solitary. There must be a whole colony where that one came from, and we couldn't handle more… Realizing that, Asteria was once again driven to move. "Ed, let's take the ant corpse and move on, shall we? I believe there may more on the way." Tail wrapped around the plants, she moved to the tunnel only to quickly (and a bit shoddily in her hurry) dig some earth into it. Glancing towards Mother rat, she said "Let's go," and moved away, giving both Ed and Mother Rat enough time to move along with her as she headed further south, the direction they'd been pursuing so far.

Inspects plants visually, making notes on which the ones with mana and healing/soothing qualities are (btw, I went back for their description, so hopefully, they're all correct).
Thinks she should combine the plants.
Notices MR's commotion. Realizes more ants are probably coming.
Takes all 5 plants with her by wrapping her tail around them carefully.
Suggests to Ed they move on and take their loot with them.
Swiftly digs some earth into the tunnel to make it hopefully make it a bit harder for the ants.
Begins leading the departure from the ant-tunnel site, still heading south-wards.

[User]
~Temporary Campsite~
Throat Pouch:
- x1 Mana Crystal
- x4 Nothing
Rawhide Backpack
- x5 Nothing

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Heading out of the cave, Ash began quickly hunting for one of those rubber frogs. Not only to eat, but to see if she could perhaps use its hide for something. Thankfully it didn't take the Pygmy Drake long to find one of the frogs. Taking a few moments to use all of her observational skills on it once more, Ash prepared to strike. A rubber frog would likely be resistant to blunt damage from its rubbery skin..., so waiting to get the jump on it, Ash fired a Mana Slice in the creatures direction.

[Assistant]
After creating three puddles near the Blood Snare Plant, Torrent took her time and thought carefully about her next move. Once she had decided what she would do, she said a small prayer--or was it a chant?--in the back of her mind.

She felt the magic surging just like before in the cave. And, using her mouth to guide the flame, she released it in a narrow stream to ignite the venom puddles…

Was it just her, or had the fire become a darker tinge around its edges? Was that from the poison, or her concentration of the flames?

The thinner, controlled stream arced perfectly to strike the puddles. But though the flames spread across the surface of the liquid, it only lasted for a few moments. The fumes rising up from her poison, however, ignited with a sharp hiss. Unlike something like gasoline or gunpowder, however, this effect didn't create a powerful explosion--the poison, or some layer of it, just seemed to burn, and the overall liquid of the puddles didn't catch fire at all. Nonetheless, three separate clouds of flame blossomed around the Blood Snare, plus the condensed stream of fire Torrent spread in an arc as she moved her head.

The plant's reaction was immediate. Its fleshy petals drew close, drawing up into a tight bud, and with whiplike snaps and cracks its vines jerked free of the earth and began lashing out wildly! If Torrent couldn't evade or defend, these flailing appendages would deal a hefty blow--but they were coming from so many angles!

Despite this, several of the vines and other parts of the odd plant were singed and burned, and some embers still clung to life. As the flames caught up, the smell of burning flesh and cooking meat began to waft in the air, but the plant writhed even more with an eerie lack of screams yet no less agony...

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As the plant began to move, the first of the whips flailing, Torrent's immediate instinct was to get away.

Which she did by promptly digging straight down until she was in a little hole. But she wasn't quick enough to evade all the whip-like attacks, as several clipped her along her back end and tail. Irritated at having been struck she swished her tail back and forth while she moved forward slowly towards the plant. Breaking back up she made a small hole that she could see the plant through, and she backed up slightly into her little tunnel and into the darkness that she felt more comfortable in.

Using Scale shift to the dirt beneath her, which would be a richer color than the forest floor she'd used it with above, Torrent stopped to think.

Something that was becoming surprisingly more common for her. As far as she could tell, this thing didn't have a way of sensing her except through touch. Which meant that it shouldn't be able to do anything about her attacking through her little safe hole. She couldn't believe she was fighting a plant of all things. A funny thought occurred to her as she thought, however, as the memory of Jason and his chanting words before doing things randomly popped into her head.

"From the Shadows I strike, swift and true, a stream of fire and ire, assassination," she said confidently after a few moments of thought, repeating her mixed flame breath and poison breath attack from before through the hole at the plant's 'bulb'.


[System]
Age: 23
Race: Breton - although one can see a touch of Nord, from her Father's side.
Class: Rogue
Appearance: Standing at a height of about 5'5, with a slim and lithe body, Roze has the perfect figure for being quiet and sneaky. Her disarming grin and sweet dimpled cheeks often make others underestimate her, along with her warm, honey coloured eyes. She has a thick mane of black curls reaching nearly her mid-back, that she more often than not just ties up and stuffs into a hood when it misbehaves - which is always.

Personality: Easy-going and naturally sweet, she can make a witty quip about pretty much anything and is quick to tease to lighten the atmosphere. However, she can turn bitter when people treat her badly, and her anger is something that you do not want to face, even with a sword in your hand. Other than that, she has an unwavering loyalty for those she cares about, and is quick to stand up for the down-trodden and discriminated.

Bio: Roze's story is rather simple, yet tragic one. Ever since she was a young girl, hearing stories about the various adventurers while living in Cyrodiil, she wanted to join their ranks immediately. However, her life didn't go particularly as she had planned. Starting off in life in a small village just north of Bruma in Cyrodiil, adventure seemed unlikely. Her community were no more than farmers, the strongest man there being a Redguard blacksmith; who was getting on his years. A man kinder than his dour exterior showed, he gifted Rozalia a small steel dagger when she but four years old. Little did she know at that time how much she would come to rely on it.
The Great War hadn't affected their small village all that much - Rozalia not even aware of it, due to her being born 3 years after the Concordat was signed. However, that all changed when a group of Thalmor came their way; one of the groups that had fought in Hammerfell and lingered in Cyrodiil, they passed through their village on the their way to Skyrim. However, seeing the sole Redguard in the village brought back sour memories for the group of Aldmeri Dominion warriors, and they issued an unwarranted search, spewing some nonsense that they had received intelligence of outlawed Talos Worship. As many in the village were Nords - such as Rozalia's father - Talos symbols and shrines remained, and were found. Being only simple farm-hands, they had no defense against the Thalmor that slaughtered their entire village and razed the houses to the ground. Rozalia only escaped thanks to that old Redguard blacksmith, who had been determined to save the only child of the village. He was shot in the back with an arrow as she fled into the icy wilderness, tears freezing on her face as she left behind the corpses of everyone she knew and loved, the last words of the Redguard still in her mind:
"Don't look back. Don't forget."
She made her way to Bruma, avoiding neighbouring villages in case Thalmor lingered there - even at four years old, she was a quick thinker. As soon as she reached the gates of Bruma, the various beggars dotted around the city quickly took her under their wing. Thankfully, she had some pretty quick street-smarts, and was able to avoid trouble while living on the streets with various other orphans and veterans of the war. For 19 years, she stayed on the streets - travelling to various cities, and eventually coming into contact with the Thieves Guild in the Imperial City. Although not actually joining them, they offered her basic training on how to defend herself - that old steel dagger she had received years ago had saved her life plenty of times; either from drug addicts, fellow pickpockets, or men who got far too personal. But she knew she needed something better if she were to get anywhere in life.
Naturally talented with a bow, it was her favoured weapon - it was quick, quiet, and gave plenty of ranged shots. However, in order for the training to occur, the Guild wanted one thing - she had to steal the bow, and the arrows. Now, that was child's play for her - picking the most isolated armoury in the city was no problem, nor was picking the locks and getting away with ease. So, this way she received training, including the basics of swordplay and parrying, etc.
When the word of dragons got to her, she made the decision to travel to Skyrim and help fight - ''borrowing'' some armour and weapons along her way, from some very unsuspecting - and no doubt furious - travelling merchants. After all, she could look after herself, both in the streets and in the wilds. She also knew that the Thalmor were prevalent in Skyrim, thanks to the uprisal of the Stormcloaks. She never fails to recall those last words of the Redguard Blacksmith. She didn't look back, that was true.
But nor did she forget.

Equipment: A fairly battered - but strong - set of leather armour, enchanted with a chameleon illusion, along with a leather mages hood, which gives her a boost in health. Also has a twin set of ebony daggers, found during one of her silent plunderings of giant camps. Also has a hunting bow, given by the Guild.
She also carries with her at all times the old steel dagger - not used much, but still looked after - and an Amulet of Mara that always hangs around her neck, which belonged to her Mother. A man tried to steal it once. He didn't see daylight again.

Other: Has a great love for music, and although tempted to join the Bard's College, couldn't simply be done with the cattiness of the other Bards and the endless chores one must do to learn how to play a drum. However, the Thieve's Guild of Skyrim has interested her - although it seemed almost unwise to make that big a commitment when she was younger, she has a better feeling about this.

[User]
Chuckling quietly, Niko nodded in agreement.
"Diverse... you could definitely call it that. Not just in races, but in types. We have warriors, mages, archers, rogues... we even have a Lich on our side." He said with a grin, shaking his head slightly. It was amazing, how all of these people could band together when the world needed it. It was a shame that a crisis was necessary for such a group to be together. "We've lost a few people along the way - the idea was just to frightening for them, I suppose. Or perhaps they just couldn't work as a group - as made obvious by our late Dragonborn, teamwork is a must to stop Alduin." Pausing only for a moment, Niko looked on the elderly Dunmer. Although clearly getting on in his years, he still had some vigour in him - a light in his eyes that surpassed the lines in his face.
"You mentioned 'Lady of Roses' earlier; you're saying that Azura herself is interested in this group?" He asked after a moment, frowning slightly, pondering if this was good news or not. If Azura knew of it, the other Daedric Princes surely would - and he knew of quite a few that enjoyed chaos on this world. Killing the dragons would surely rid them of some entertainment.

Roze's eyes followed Rawlith's gaze towards the hill, atop of which sat the burial mound - and the ground of their upcoming battle. Her worry melting away for the time being at Rawlith's words, a provocative smile grew along her face.
"How about we have a little race? I want to see if those fluffy paws of yours are faster than my nimble feet." She challenged, dumping her bag on the floor and bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, ready to go. "Last one there has to punch the dragon on the nose!" She added, and with a daring grin and a rushed 'onyourmarksgetsetGO!', Rozalia tore away from the camp, her laughter swiftly following her.

[Assistant]
At first glance, Alvor's house was a simple, yet fairly tidy place, compared to other houses. The first thing that meets the eye upon entering is a hearth, in front of which was a small cooking pot. To the left, there was a double bed, and to the right, a stairway leading down into the cellars. To the side of the door was a dining table, while another pair of single beds were placed adjacently to the left wall of the house, with a small table between them. Above the hearth was the head of an elk stag, while to the other side there were two doe heads. Inside were people that Thorin knew and recognized: Sigrid, Alvor's wife, Dorthe, their daughter, who has grown a lot since Thorin last saw her, and Hadvar: their nephew, who served Tullius, the Imperial general in Skyrim.
"Hadvar!" Thorin exclaimed in gladness, since it was relieving to see his old friend once more.
"Thorin?" Hadvar asked, lightly smiling and rising to his feet to greet Thorin. The two embraced tightly, with a deep chuckle from Thorin.
"It's good to see you again, old friend." Thorin said.
"Thorin!" Sigrid's voice was heard, as she climbed from the cellar: "Please, sit down! All three of you! I'll get you something to eat immediately."
Soon, Sigrid served some fresh Salmon Steaks with grilled leeks as a side dish. A small feast began, and our trio were refilling their batteries. Not before long, a conversation between Thorin and Hadvar would ensue.
"So, have you heard from any other friends of ours?" Thorin asked.
"Not really." Hadvar replied: "Most of them moved to Whiterun, or out into the other holds. All of them are looking for work, it seems."
"And Ralof?" Thorin asked, recalling another of one of his better friends in Riverwood.
"Ralof joined the Stormcloak rebellion." Hadvar sighed: "He was one of the Stormcloaks that escaped Helgen, when the dragon attacked. I don't know if he got out of there alive, and I don't really care. We don't have anything to say to one another now."
Thorin was feeling very unsettled right now. His emotions were a mixture of pity and anger, because he himself harbored a burning resentment for Ulfric Stormcloak and his foolish insurrection.
"So, he fights for the death of Skyrim, then?" Thorin asked.
"Seems so." Hadvar replied.

[User]
Although quite sure that she would beat Rawlith to the top of the hill, Rozalia's steps slowed to a stop until she was but a few yards from Niko and their Dunmer newcomer - Niko had turned around and paused in turn as he saw the furrowed brow on Roze's face. She was scanning the surrounding areas, eyes darting to the sky as she turned around uncertainly. Niko froze, his eyes turning to the heavens, wondering what had caught the young Breton girl's attention. But the skies remained grey and cloudy - no death from above as he was all of a sudden expecting. And yet, he felt the same unease that was showing on Rozalia's face.
"There's no noise." He finally whispered as he realized. The animals had stopped. Any birds in the area had all but disappeared; the buzzing of various insects muted, and any vulpine or rodent life had hidden away in the bushes and trees. And as Rawlith came to a halt beside Rozalia, the four stood in silence as the world seemed to stop around them.

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Leo had wandered away from the camp, bored of the sparring noises and tedious conversation of building fires and whatnot. Although not bothering to go into the village, he had walked along the outskirts of the camp, eating a ripe green apple, and wondering vaguely how long Niko would be. His cousin seemed to know what he was doing in charge, which was a relief.
"Hopefully it'll be enough to do better than poor ol' Alyx." Leo muttered to himself with a cynical smile. There were plenty of stories circulating about the brave and tragic Dragonborn. Some said he was an old, seasoned war criminal, ready to end it all and take his chances in Sovngarde; others said he had been nothing but a dumb and drunk man, barely out of boyhood when he decided to take on a fight with his bare fists and his shouts against a dragon. In reality, Alyx had been nothing more than a farmhand, having been at the wrong place and the wrong time when Alduin descended on Helgen. He had probably died fighting a dragon because he had no concept of fighting off nothing larger than a bear - he had no friends to rally to his cause, no decent equipment, and no experience. Judging by the look of their group, they had all three of those things covered.
"Ah, who am I kidding. We're going to sail through this dragon slaying thing." Leo chuckled to himself, throwing the apple core into the distance. "Alduin will be dead before you can say-"

"DRAGON! ALDUIN IS HERE!"

Leo jumped as his cousin's voice echoed from the hilltop, accompanied by the beating of wings in the cold, cloudy air. Almost instantly freezing to the spot, he watched on in awe and terror as a blackness descended from the clouds, heading directly towards the burial mound. In a fleeting moment, Leo felt lost and as a child again - he had left everything back at camp, and he was without his cousin or arms.
However, this fear swiftly passed, and the crazed genius mindset took place in his mind once more. A wicked grin splitting his face, he sprinted back to the camp - the rest were already scrambling to their feet, some still frozen in terror as Alduin himself flew over the camp, and hovered at the mound.
Gathering his weapons, Leo's dark eyes glinted with wonder as he approached the hill.
"Leonidas; let's go kill ourselves a dovah." He thought, breaking into a run to join his cousin.


[System]
幸也 璃桜 / 雪也 璃桜
Arcana
Strength
Age
15
Personality Traits
Kenkōichi's usual suspect and general headache, Rio is a hot-headed girl whose brashness causes her a lot of trouble. Her tendency to be blunt regardless of who she speaks to makes her come off as cold and uncaring and she is unapologetic about who she hurts so long as she gets to speak her mind freely. There's an underlying sense of arrogance in the way she carries herself, often appearing to be snobbish--though that flies out the window the moment she starts yelling and shouting. Her aggressive demeanor is usually enough to keep people away and her general distrust pushes away the rest. When she isn't riled up, she's surprisingly on the quieter side, preferring to keep to herself. She's extremely expressive, her deadpan looks and scowls obvious even if she does manage to keep her comments to herself.
Backstory
Rio arrived like a hurricane and completely blindsided the staff--no one seems to know where she came from or why she's attending Kenkōichi International Academy. Despite numerous complaints about her attitude and tendency to get into brawls, she has yet to be suspended or expelled. The staff has been baffled by this, though they are reassured by the principal that she is simply to be disciplined and he would take care of contacting her parents. Said parents are either overseas or nonexistent according to some rumors, although no one seems to be too interested in where she's from and are more concerned about wrangling her under control.
From what people have learned, Rio is a latchkey kid currently residing in town with no authority figure in sight. She outright refuses to talk about it, although has let slip that she's an only child. She's not entirely familiar with Kenkōichi but does know where most major landmarks are. She also has some awareness around the town's borders, often taking any tussles there in an effort to get both police and the school off her back.
Gear
Rio specializes in physical combat, her participation in 'gang' fights giving her plenty of experience--she carries around a baseball bat outside of campus on occasion for protection.
Persona
Skuld
Persona Abilities
Physical - Ice

[User]
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Stephen King had an accident and he had a quote about that accident on the internet. That quote resonated with Caelum deeply as he sat on his impregnated trunk reading it on his phone.

`My accident really taught me just one thing: the only way to go on is to go on. To say 'I can do this' even when you know you can't.`

"So true," he murmured, grazing the idea of setting aside his misfortune and moving on to his first year of high school. His uncle strode to the door, where his shoes were waiting. He slid on the worn white sneakers and spared Caelum a smile.

"You… Umm, you ready kiddo?"

Caelum found the 'POWER OFF' button on his phone and touched it, the screen smoothly turned black. "As ready as I'll ever be uncle. Mom," he paused, his Japanese flickering into English. "I just feel like I'm trying to forget, Ma. It sucks monkey balls."

Jasper continued in his fluent Japanese; he took the language masterfully. "Forgetting is just the surface of your feelings kiddo. We'll never forget her." He stood to his feet, let Caelum out, and started locking up. "It feels that way now but believe me, its just because you're young."

Caelum yanked the handle of his trunk out and wheeled it to the trunk of Jasper's small car. "Yeah," he said in Japanese. "I believe you uncle…"

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Jasper watched him steadily with that same set burning dark eyes. Caelum had grown use to those orbs, so use to them that he strode up towards the dorm unperturbed. He reached the doors and gave his uncle a reassuring smile and wave, hoping to send him off with some form of confidence.

When Jasper's tall form fell into his car, the engine thrummed, and the man's hand (fleeting as a shadow) waved in return: Caelum slid inside.

Inside (out of view), he sighed deeply. He dug into his jeans and pulled out the crumpled, damped note he had jotted down. In the thick blue of a highlighter was written "VELVET ROOM?" He had looked it up when he awoke that morning and when concerns of last-minute packing had arisen he quickly wrote it down hoping to remember it later.

For some reason the note or rather the words had an odd pull to them. It took some effort for him to stuff the note back in his pocket. The rolling of his trunk following him down the hall. He was early he observed, seeing the emptiness occupied by stragglers or early-risers.

"I should find the receptionist." He aptly begun to wander off.

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Touka Sawajiri moved a frayed strand of her dyed blonde hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Kenkōichi always seemed smaller than it actually was, so it was cases like this that reminded her how different things were on the other side of the tracks. She was honestly surprised that she got accepted to such a prestigious school, even if it was kind of one of the big fixtures in the city she had grown up in. There was the hospital with its research facilities and state-of-the-art whatever's and whatnot's, but a Senior High School that was seen so highly? Gosh. Did she even belong? She was just a worthless girl from a broken home. She barely had enough to have the confidence that the other girls had. Maybe this was all a mistake.

She smiled widely, shaking off the thought before reminding herself that was no way to think. Remember the music, she told herself as the silhouette of the academy came into sight.

She had arrived.

🎻🎻 🎻
"See you later, ojisan!" Touka shouted behind her to her uncle, lugging her suitcase to the best of her ability as the old Toyota took off in the opposite direction. She didn't have much, but getting her things into her very first dorm room did require some... direction.

[User]
"Yukinari, please sit up properly."

Rio sank more into her seat, pointedly staring at her knees. It was getting a little uncomfortable sitting on the chair with the heels of her shoes firmly on the chair, but hey, she never asked to be here. This had to be some kind of record--it wasn't even the first day of school, and she had somehow already ended up in the principal's office. Well, the guidance counselor's office, but basically the same thing. She had stepped a foot into campus and there the lady was, whisking her away before she had the chance to walk away. They had barely spoken once she had put Rio in a seat, instead the woman tapped away at her computer. Despite her tone, the woman looked more amused than anything, brushing her bangs away from her red rimmed glasses as she looked back at her computer.

After a few seconds, Rio lifted her gaze to meet the guidance counselor's, a little surprised to find she was staring at her. Rolling her eyes, Rio sat up, waving her hands with a flourish. "Happy?"

"Very much so, yes," She replied, pushing back her seat to stand. "Come along now, we'll walk and talk."

What the hell was the point of bringing her to the office, then?! Rio resisted the urge to kick something as she got to her feet, trudging behind the woman as she stuffed her hands into her pockets. She swore she heard the woman giggle, though when she leveled a glare on her, she was stone faced. "Are you gonna talk or are you gonna tell me what the hell's going on?" Rio decided to give the woman 'permission' to speak. "What, did the principal tell you to babysit me?"

"As a matter of fact, yes he did. My name is Suzuki Eiko, and while you're attending Kenkōichi you'll be under my careful watch," She replied without skipping a beat. "I understand you're new to the academy, and despite your checkered past, it'll be my job to mold you into a proper member of society."

For fuck's sake, she was joking! Rio scowled openly, raising an eyebrow. "You must not have a lot to do if they're telling you to 'look after me', what a load of bullshit," She muttered.

"Aside from my regular duties, I happily volunteer as the girls' dorm advisor. This is all part of my job, Yukinari." Ms. Suzuki assured her cheerfully. "There is nothing more satisfying than overseeing the students and helping them out to the best of my abilities. That includes making sure you stay out of trouble, like it or not."

"Lucky me," Rio replied.

"A lot of students would agree," Ms. Suzuki giggled, waving to a few passing students. "Come along now, every year I like to greet my students and I'd like to meet the boys' dorm advisor and warn him about you."

Rio would've been offended if she didn't have a point. Oh well, not like she had anything better to do at the moment. That said, she could see why Ms. Suzuki was so damn cocky in her statement--nearly every other student they passed happily greeted her, a few waving and the rest at minimum acknowledging her. She must have been popular. As Rio gave her a look over, she admitted she didn't seem the appeal. They had just met and she was annoying as all fuck.

As she scoffed again, the pair walked into the dormitory. Despite it being early, it looked like there were a few people around, likely some early birds. There were a few benches and a multitude of indoor plants, as well as an empty receptionist desk. Suzuki gave the few students around a wave before beckoning Rio to follow her, showing her the desk.

"I think that part of your desire to cause trouble comes from having too much free time," She cheerfully informed her. "I think having your cooperation in helping me out with reception should curb that a little."

Her jaw dropped as she looked from the desk to the counselor, giving her a look of disbelief. It was like she was being preemptively punished or something! "You're kidding, right?" She asked.

"Better than getting turned over to the police for defacing public property, right?" She replied cheerfully, lightly pushing her into the seat. "Now, I'll list of some of your responsibilities, so pay attention."

Ugh, Rio was so sure there hadn't been any security cameras around when she did that! The girl scowled again, crossing her arms as she half-listened to her instructions. How hard could putting in names and watering plants be, anyway?


[System]
"The moon is bright tonight... do you think my smile would have been the same?"

18 | Male | 162 lbs | 6'0
Yang, Fire | Non-Native | Human

 Description

A pale young man with a cold gaze and an even colder disposition, Suzaku acts, speaks, and even moves as if all his actions were performed deliberately, almost seeming robotic. The only thing that could be considered warm about him are the flaming blue arrows that fire out of his peculiar bow. With a scrutinizing gaze enhanced with yang magic, Suzaku wishes to unveil the many mysteries of this new world, including of himself.

 Personality

Cheerful, extroverted, and friendly. Suzaku remembers being these things, and yet, he has trouble grasping his own emotions. Because of this, most of his actions are done logically, and little are performed passionately. His lack of emotions don't necessarily make him seem like a husk, however, as he does show curiosity for how he is supposed to feel at certain times. There are rare moments where he feels joy and grief, though they tend to pass at a moment's notice as soon as they become apparent.

 Bio

"All I can remember is... fragments and phases. I don't even know how I got here."

When asked, Suzaku could only recall a happy high school life. He remembered being popular, with many friends and admirers. He also remembered accomplishing well academically and athletically. One detail that was especially unique to him, that he believes made up his entire identity, was his skill at the bow. Indeed, in his former life, he was the captain of his school's archery club, both because of his natural talent and personal magnetism. It was the perfect life, and if one were to ask Suzaku, he'd say it's one he wouldn't have traded... That is, of course, until a fateful accident resulted in an arrow flying into his back, piercing his heart and lungs...

... Then he found himself in a new world.

Magics

Magic Level: 27

Suzaku's skill with Yang magic is minimal. He is only able to cast a single spell at the moment which enhances his vision, allowing him to aim and fire from extreme ranges as well as in the dark. A spell that is drilled into his very psyche because of its similarities to a technique he used at home, he casts it by saying a short Buddhist mantra to himself.

Suzaku also sports a powerful, but limited affinity with fire magic. Only being able to utilize it with a specific white bow that he is able to summon through currently unknown means, Suzaku is capable of firing arrows of blistering heat, almost like plasma, formed out of bright blue fire. The extent of the power of these flaming arrows are unknown, although they seem to be an inherent ability of his own. However, being able to fire countless arrows at the speed he seems to be capable of is definitely out of his level of power...

Abstract Magics

The gods don't really like Suzaku.

Extra

"I've always felt at my best under the light of the moon... The quiet of the night is comforting, I think."

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Story
I - Flames of ???

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II - ???

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III - Identity

Whoever Suzaku is...

He is no hero.

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I - White Bow

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II - ???

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III - ???

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[User]
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The clang of metal on metal rang out through the air of a moderately crowded street. Again and again the sound of metal slamming into itself pierced through the ears of those nearby, drawing attention to a moderately sized building. A forge roared inside, smoke billowing out as two large men put themselves to work. The smoke would have threatened to engulf the whole building had the room they worked in not been exceptionally well ventilated. Instead, it just gave of the perception that the workers themselves were clad in smoke.

Of the two men, one pounded his hammer against the lifeless metal that lay across an anvil. Sweat poured down his bare chest before finally soaking into the top of his trousers. Ting ting-ting ting. Ting ting-ting ting. A musical rhythm rang through the smithy while the man hammered life into the bare metal.

After a short while, he lifted it with his tongs. His face was serious as he inspected the still glowing metal, searching for any sign of imperfection. His gaze lasted only a moment before he gave it a curt nod and quenched it. Duran finally let out a sigh, setting down the newly forged blade and stretching out his shoulders, tight from the hours of hard labor.

Bellowing in laughter, the giant of a man that was Duran's employer slammed his meaty paws across his assistant's back.

"Duran you old coot, don't act like only this much tired you out! Just last month you were in here all day and didn't even need to catch your breath."

His roaring laughter crashed through the air like a tidal wave, nearly louder than even the cacophony they had been making with their work earlier. Duran chuckled back before shrugging the hamsized fist off his shoulder. The blacksmith was a good man, and Duran was always glad to help around the shop when he was in town. It paid well too. In fact, after he finished his work for the day, his employer paid him his dues, and even a little extra to get a nice drink.

Pulling his shirt over his muscled body, Duran stepped out onto the street, breathing fresh air for the first time in hours. He strolled the streets for a short while, his relatively large form influencing the other pedestrians to make way for him. Deciding it was time to get more work done however, Duran made his way to the adventurer's guild only to find that the two jobs he was most interested in were already taken. Well, he supposed that he could catch up on his reading.

He took a brief moment to find a tree that provided good shade and bed down.

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Calliope was locked in a small room with a variety of material laid out before her. It had been days since she left, and she hadn't eaten a bite in that time, but she couldn't stop. She was so close to making a breakthrough. So close to figuring out how those damned material worked with one another. She started to giggle. It was quiet at first, almost not even audible. But over time, it increased in volume. Louder and louder. Eventually, it became a loud cackle. She was so close!

It was then, that anyone outside of her building would have heard a rather subdued "BOOM".

Stumbling, Calliope emerged from her den of research, covered in ash.

"Well now, I wonder why it did that? All I did was drip some water onto it. Hmmm, that is some interesting information to take note of."

While she was mumbling seemingly incoherently to anyone that could have been nearby, the tall woman's stomach growled. Well, less growled and more roared at her. It was going to be a long day now that she was awakened from her mania. Still, she couldn't go out looking like she had just been set on fire. As such, she quickly bathed herself before donning her new wizard robe and hat.

She stepped out of her home, taking in a breath of fresh air before stepping down the street to search up something to eat. Maybe she would even find someone that could hold up an interesting conversation. It had been quite a while since Calliope had interacted with another sentient being, so maybe it would give her an epiphany.

It was a new day filled with new ideas. Surely nothing would go poorly on such a beautiful day! Right?

[Assistant]
A woman's call alerted her, the Oni's head turned to her general direction with a frown that doesn't look all too happy at what she heard near the end there. Before she could speak, she turned to the doorway from where she was thrown out from; It was the tavern that she had dropped off her loot just moments ago and judging from the slowly swinging doorways, Iskemia got thrown out, which would also explain the sudden 'thump' on the rocky ground.

Turning full body to face her with crossed arms (and probably grace her with her dark beauty), she studied her up and down. White hair, red eyes... she assumed this was the woman that was always thrown out of Grom's tavern for causing a stir. "Well if you want to continue adventuring, I suggest you don't believe the rumor where I'm an elf or anything related to me being half-elf. It's a birth defect and if the horns don't convince you, I might just throw you out of this city my way." An intimidation tactic, hopefully it's enough for her to walk away or at least change the subject that isn't about her knife ears.

"Since you no doubt heard of my name from these so-called "rumors", it'd be rude not to give yours. I'd like to know the person I may or may not smack around later." For someone who revels in bloodshed and killing monsters, she shows some sign of politeness even if it does have some hint of hostility in her tone.

[User]
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Ah, she was bored.

Wasn't there anyone fun around here to mess with? Rile up? Annoy until their head exploded? Ah, so far everyone seemed so utterly mundane. No fun at all to be had. Sure, she had a...business meeting to attend to, but that could wait for a bit until she had a bit of fun. She even closed up shop early just to have a bit of extra fun.

"BOOM"

Flinching slightly at the sudden explosion from a nearby house, Mie turned her head to the source of it. Eeeh? What had happened? The smell of an explosion - or fire in general was extremely unpleasant to her. Perhaps someone exploded themselves? The fox waited a few minutes nearby, seeing if anyone came out. Perhaps they'd be fun to mess with? Soon enough, emerging from a building was a woman, a wizard, from the looks of her if her so blatantly obvious garb was anything to judge by.

Out of the building emerged what was very obviously a wizard or mage, if their blatantly obvious clothing was anything to go by. Hmm...maybe, perhaps...

"Hmm...well, might as well try my luck." Mie chuckled as she walked after Calliope. "Hey, explodey mage!" She waved her hand, trying to get the older woman's attention as she gave her a bright, though obviously impish grin. "Did you intend to blow yourself up, or are you terrible at your job?" She asked in her usual smug tone.

[Assistant]
'Starting Location, Priestella
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You will become a hero.

Those very words, spoken with a cold but assertive tone, rung in the raven-haired man's head, followed by a pounding ache. It's as if a promise was being made, no, assured to him that his wish will be granted. As the others, some appearing much younger than him, made sense of the situation through conversation, the man known as Nakayama Suzaku stayed to himself, quietly as if in deep contemplation. Outfitted in simple robes of white and navy blue, his serene expression, with his closed eyes and beautiful countenance, along with his straight posture and long black hair, tied neatly into a ponytail, painted the picture of some sort of prince. His attire along with his physical features hinted his country of origin, Japan. Compared to the others, Suzaku truly stood out as different, if not exceptional.

Suzaku took a few mental notes as everyone made their introductions. It seems that, so far, everyone has made contact with the same obscured being in some sort of dark prison. No, prison is too extreme of a word, is it? In any case, he seems to have the same issues everyone else has. These observations only raised more questions, however, such as what everyone was doing before they made it there, or...

"Did you all die, too?"

Suzaku had asked rather abruptly, although with a tone far too unconcerned for the nature of the question. His eyes opened, revealing fox-like orange eyes that appear to almost be glowing. Despite his apparent concern, his physical and facial expressions both make him oddly seem indifferent about his current situation. Rather quickly, a hand wandered onto his chest, into his robes, feeling for where his heart should be.

"... Ah, bandages. My apologies."

Standing up and placing his hands to his side, Suzaku glanced at every other person in the room, his expression unchanging, his thoughts seemingly incapable of being betrayed by his face. To Suzaku, only two people in the room interested him. One was the boy with the light brown hair who spoke as if he had a better grasp of everyone's situation, and who was quick to make suggestions on their next course of action. The other was the brash, loud-mouthed young man who seemed to be the oldest, who took immediate action and brazenly made his way to the door, opening it without any thought. In other words, all these individuals are already potential tools to Suzaku, and these two, who he has already associated with as 'the Manual' and 'the Hammer', respectively, may be the greatest at his disposal.

"I believe knighthood may be unsuited for my taste," Suzaku began, with a voice that could be considered as tranquil, yet off-puttingly cold, "While I do wish to serve others in some sense, I would like to do it on my own terms. As far introductions go..."

Putting a finger next to his mouth, Suzaku's eyes looked up as he began to think of a few things. He felt like he shouldn't share his name to his new companions. It wasn't a feeling garnered from mistrust, but rather he believed that it may help him in identifying others like the one who had called themself his 'reaper', the childlike figure who had appeared to everyone prior. If anyone knew Suzaku by his full name, then they are a person of interest, and one who could maybe grant him more answers.

"My name is a bit of a mouthful, so you all can call me... Nakkun~? I am an archer, so if we could find me a bow and a couple of arrows, I believe we can make do."